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pro-hero!katsuki whose singer!wife seems to know every song on the radio.

there's not a single outing they been on where a song didn't catch on her ears that she wasn't immediately humming or harmonizing along to.

“wait, i know this song.”

they're at some antique shop, wifey on his arm as baby koko was tucked face forward in a carrier he wore at his front, quietly observing as her parents browsed the shelves for new trinkets.

“yeah?” he hummed, holding up an intricately-designed box to squint at it. “y’ worked on it or somethin’?” koko made grabby hands at the box, so he held it farther where they could examine it together. what, was it a music box? where'd this even open?

wifey, busy placing the song in her mind, paid zero attention to whatever they were up to as she looked to the ceiling. “no—this is like, an oldie. like, somewhere last century.”

“so old as hell.”

“all might's old as hell.”

“all might's fuckin' timeless.”

Kirishima & Bakugou with a shared crush

Bakugou

Bakugou who’s not having it at all. And why the hell would he. The guy he considers his “friend” one could even say “Best friend” is very obviously crushing on the girl he likes. Like what the hell. Where's the loyalty bro. Not that he considers Kiri a bro. (He does.)

Bakugou who’s not entirely an asshole, but he gets really passive aggressive. It’s not like he hates Kiri. He’s actually like the only person he tolerates. (Why lose a friend for someone yk)

But Katsuki’s just a jealous person. So he can’t help it, when he sees Kiri openly flirting with you; he’s gotta make a passive aggressive comment. Somehow he’s gotta express how he feels without openly exposing himself.

Bakugou who’s pissed when Kiri tries to be open with him about it. It’s embarrassing for him, admitting he’s weak enough to have a crush on someone. It’s worse when Kiri starts talking about how it’s okay to like someone, how it makes you more of a man. Yeah he hates these talks, hates that he feels open and exposed to someone near and dear to him.

Bakugou who’s insecure. He knows he’s emotionally constipated. And he knows a relationship would require him getting over that. He doesn’t think he can provide you that emotional stability, those mature talks. He knows he’s struggling with lots of issues. And he knows that his friend could provide you with all those things. He knows Kiri would be a better boyfriend than he would. The only issue being that he doesn’t want to give up so easily. But he knows he’s realistically not a good option. 

Bakugou who’s not willing to give up on you. Again, he’s a very jealous guy. He doesn’t even want to imagine having to see you with Kirishima. He doesn’t think he could even bear to be around the two of you if you’d started dating. He doesn’t want to lose you AND his friend.

Bakugou who doesn’t give up. In fact he tries to better himself, tries to pick up after Kirishima. Learning how to be happy with himself. Trying to cope with his jealousy issues, his insecurities. He’s focusing on himself, slowly improving. And people definitely notice. He’s snapping less, isn’t as hostile, and his aura definitely isn’t as scary as it was before. You particularly notice a difference, he’s patient with you, doesn’t even bother scolding you. Overall it just feels like he actually cares about you, romantically? Platonically? You weren’t sure. But he definitely intended on clarifying it for you.

Kirishima

Kirishima who knows it’s not manly to like your bro’s girl. Even if you’re not technically his girl. It’s not like he can control how he feels, I mean look at you. You’ve got two of the “Hottest” guys in your class crushing on you. And he’s sure there's more who are just too scared to voice it.

Kirishima who feels a bit bad, but he doesn’t want to back down. He knows Bakugou genuinely really likes you. He wants his friend to be happy, but Kiri knows that seeing you two together would gut him. He’s been crushing on you for a little while now, before he even knew Bakugou had been. 

Kirishima who’s comfortable enough with himself to not shy away from his crush. He hasn’t told anyone about it, not anyone other than Bakugou. But even then people are still able to tell at least something is up. Yeah, Kiri’s already just an amazing guy overall. A sweetheart to literally everyone, but when he’s crushing on you everyone’s well aware he’s picking favorites. 

Kirishima who’s giving you very special treatment. He’s so much nicer to you. Literally waiting on you, hand and foot. He’s helping you with anything and everything even if he’s go zero fucking clue what he’s doing. He loves doing things for you, it doesn’t even matter if you ask or not. If he sees you struggling with something, best believe he’s gonna take stuff off your plate to lighten the load.

Kirishima who’s up all night texting you. As much as it makes him feel like a dick to his bro, he knows Katsuki goes to sleep really early so he takes the opportunity to talk to you all night with your undivided attention. He doesn’t have to wait for a response, you’re only talking to him. (Well maybe your friends too if they’re still awake…)

Kirishima who follows both you and Bakugou around like a lost puppy. You’re the two closest people in his life. He cares about both of you so so much. And he loves that the three of you hang out together constantly. Even if it gets a little awkward at times. Sure Katsuki makes some rude passive aggressive remarks at times but he’s gotten better with time, you three are able to hang out in peace usually. And at some points the three of you don’t know who’s third wheeling anymore. It’s just an overall hard situation, he doesn’t want to lose you or his best friend.

i see a lot of people saying different things for this, but i really do believe that dallas is a sweetheart or babe kinda guy

definitely refers to you as my girl when talking to other people or when he’s jealous

when he’s jealous 🤤 an arm around your shoulder/waist/hip as he pulls you closer.. or as he very loudly says some not very appropriate things in your ear or just out loud to the other person - nobody’s messing with his girl

i think sylvia really took a toll on him which reaalllyyy increased his level of protectiveness, which was high enough to begin with, and did make him question is he was the problem he lowk is most of the time

so patience, as challenging as that may be, is necessary as well as a lot of trust

and with trust comes wearing his ring! i’d die to wear it, so aren’t you lucky ☺️

pda isn’t something that i think he particularly cares about but, in his eyes, if you want it then you got it

though i do think that he always has an arm round your shoulders or a hand in your back pocket

dating dally does mean you have a new best friend: johnny cade! he follows you two around like a shadow and he doesn’t care if you don’t talk to him much, just knowing that he has yours and dally’s protection is enough for him <3

and with johnny inevitably comes ponyboy! now you have your own little squad!

dally loves to push boundaries and that isn’t different for you at all, while he cares about you, he loves to push your buttons as far as you’ll allow him to - please call him out on this or it’s gonna keep going on 😭 he definitely wants you to call him out, that’s the whole point! 😉

inviting you to meet the gang and then going out with them all as a group will take time - he wants to make sure you’re definitely in it for the long run and won’t mess him around like sylvia did

and try not to take it personally when dally catcalls another girl or two-bit starts making advances on you

having you close really keeps him grounded and reminds him that not all is bad, despite the life he’s been handed - and he really appreciates you for that though he won’t show it

when he’s drunk is when he really spills it to you

“dal, come on.” you manage to mutter out. it’s early in the morning, maybe around two or three and you’re tired yourself. you should’ve known that this would happen.

dragging around a drunk dallas winston isn’t easy, especially not when you need to sneak him into your bedroom as quiet as possible so your parents don’t hear. and definitely not when he’s got his entire body weight resting on your left shoulder, an arm loosely wrapped around your arms and his feet scuffling.

dally starts muttering something unintelligible and you lean closer to be able to hear him. a few jumbled sentences leave his lips before you finally hear it as you lay him down on your bed.

“too good to me, sweetheart. don’t know why you’re still with me.” he mumbles before readjusting so he’s laying comfortably - a sight you’ve seen many times before.

your heart softens and you almost drop the clean clothes he’d left in your drawer the last time he was round - for times like these, he’d said, winking at you.

if you knew that waking up from your beauty sleep and taking care of your drunk boyfriend only four hours before you had to wake for school would end in this everytime, you’d drop everything to do it again.

dates usually consist of the diner, drive-in or to buck’s bar. mostly you guys go and get drunk at buck’s, or you watch him get drunk and go care for him at home or upstairs in his room.

the gang really enjoy your company and pony and darry are real appreciative of you as you somewhat calm dallas down - though the gang do have to hear him make advances on you infront of them as if you aren’t already dating 😀

dating steve randle headcanons

it goes without saying that he’s very knowledgeable about cars so brace yourself to hear about them all the time. if you know a lot about cars, great! if you don’t, he’ll happily teach you if that’s what you want

i can’t see him messing around with random girls, so if you’re together, you best believe he’s all in

calls you your own name or some sort of nickname that he’s made up for you - only he uses it.

fiercely protective of you and would drop everything to get in between you and someone giving you trouble. whether that’s a fake friend, a girl giving you a hard time or some guy trying to sweet-talk you, he’s up in their face making it crystal clear they shouldn’t mess with you anymore.

that’s not to say that he doesn’t trust you to take care of yourself though, he just likes playing the superhero boyfriend <3

i can’t see pda being a huge thing considering he wants to maintain the tough image he’s set up for himself - though if you’re touching and doting on him in public he’s definitely not gonna stop you

he loves the attention :)

double dates with soda? double dates with soda.

you and soda are going to get close if you aren’t already. steve and soda are around each other all the time and steve doesn’t like letting you go off alone so you and soda are going to be with each other a lot

maybe you try and fix what’s going on between him and ponyboy? they hate each other for no reason at all and they don’t hide it, so it must put tension on the group and you hate it.

dallas shamelessly flirts with you all the time and it really gets on steve’s nerves. he trusts that you won’t go off with dallas, but that doesn’t stop him from threatening him. you don’t know what steve said, but you do know that dally has calmed down around you a lot

i know everyone says this, but you do share chocolate cake often and it’s so cute <3

going to drag races with him or watching him take part in some is definitely seen as a date for you and you’ve gone a good few times

he’s absolutely fixed up your car a few times and when you ask what he’s done (because you most likely don’t have a clue what’s even happened), he kisses you before saying “don’t worry, ‘ts all fixed now.”

or even if you don’t need a repair, he’s checking it for you anyway. you come into your garage and see him underneath your car, grunting and sweating and you’re like ????? i didn’t even know it was broken ?????

maybe you come in and offer him some lunch while at the DX, and you bring some for soda too bc that’s your bestie now

you go out with the group often, to the drive-in or to the diner and honestly you mess around just as much as they do. this just eggs two-bit, steve, soda, and obviously dallas on more and darry is there like are you serious

but darry sees you as part of the gang just as much as everyone else so don’t worry about him

i know i said earlier that pda isn’t a main concern but he does give you his jacket sometimes, but this does nothing considering it’s sleeveless

he just wants to show off that you’re his and he also loves seeing you in his clothes

he’s energetic and just angry all the time, so it’s safe to say he’s got his knuckles bloody on your behalf many times and you’ve had to be the one to clean him up; not that i’m sure you’re minding, and you were probably waiting to hear this anyway

speaking of being angry all the time, he’s hot-headed and has a veryyy short temper so you bicker often. when you have an actual argument, he probably storms out to take time - a day or two - to cool down before coming back and asking begging for forgiveness

he really loves you and while he may not show it all the time, you definitely can feel it with the way he pulls you closer when he senses trouble coming or asks if you’re okay if you seem down

dating sodapop curtis headcanons

absolute loverboy but i’m sure you already knew that

everything he does is for you and your benefit, you are constantly on his mind & he wouldn’t have it any other way

he’s soooo touchy oh my, always has his hands on you and not even in a sexual manner - he just likes touching on you. the gang have to tell him to chill out sometimes, and it really flusters pony

he has to live with it though, considering you’re always around the curtis house (but who isn’t)

that being said, you do get along with soda’s brothers: you protect and listen to pony whenever he needs, and you help out around the house with darry!

i saw someone say that steve most likely flirts with you to piss soda off and i stand by that, it really grinds soda’s gears and steve loves it.

you don’t hate it really, it makes soda give you more attention, so what’s there really to complain about!

king of hugging you from behind, he can’t help himself

he talks to you about anything and everything, he’s so energetic and you’re there and dating him, so he takes advantage of that!

loves seeing you in his shirts, or any clothing of his. he’ll literally get on his knees

i can see you maybe going over to the DX as he works and just taking his hat off his head and placing it on yours, his brain short-circuits.

has absolutely told you before that he wishes you had met his mother :(

when he’s with you, he’s in it for life. he wanted to marry sandy - you best believe he’ll want to marry you

piggy backs! i am a firm believer that sodapop curtis is a piggy back giver NO DOUBT.

he sneaks over to your house a lot so you can spend the night together, saying something along the lines of: “jus’ wanna see your pretty face first thing in the morning, babe” - i see a lot of people saying that you sneak to his and you sleep in his bed. he literally sleeps in the same room and bed as pony, i don’t see how this would work at all.

he calls you any and every nickname under the sun and he means every single one. even the weird ones. i’m talking: baby, babe, sweetheart, cupcake

and he’s not even being ironic with it either. as opposed to someone like two-bit, who i think would do it to embarrass you and get on your nerves.

endlessly protective of you - he just wants to keep you safe, he doesn’t wanna lose you too :(

ohhhmyyy he cannot keep his lips off you it’s a constant battle of “you cannot tongue me in public, soda!” “but babeeeeee.”

soda loves to gossip, and working at the DX means he gets a lot of information about recent drama. as a result, you’re updated on what’s going on around town at all times.

girls flirt with soda all the time, this is said multiple times in the book and is mentioned maybe once or twice in the movie?? so you gotta be able to make a stand and ensure people know he’s your man. he’s able to make this clear enough himself but with someone as gorgeous as him, you need to claim him as yours. his reaction to you doing so just makes it all more worth it.

he’d do anything for you, you ask him to jump and he responds “how high?”

like i said earlier, he absolutely sees a future with you and as the relationship progresses, he gets more open talking about it and making sure you’re on the same page. i’m assuming you are, and talking about your future just makes him giddy.

x 🫂

sodapop is determined to make you enjoy your birthday again

You don’t know what triggered it, and you don’t know when it happened either. When opening birthday presents became a tedious task or when the birthday cake turned bitter, but you weren’t upset about the change. It wasn’t at the fault of anybody; not a problem caused by family troubles (greasers had always been prone to their fair share of family problems but you got lucky, you suppose). You figured you’d just got older - though you were only seventeen as of today.

As always, the door to the Curtis household had been open and in you sauntered looking straight for Soda. When you didn’t see him immediately, you’d taken a seat and waited for the ‘Happy birthday’s to start rolling in, and as you thought, in they came. Two was first to say it, energetic and sweet as ever and then it was Pony and Darry after they’d dressed and made breakfast. Everyone followed after that and all took their servings of eggs and bacon from the fryer in the snug kitchen.

“No Soda today?” you asked, trying your hardest to seem nonchalant. You may not have cared for your birthday, but it’d be nice to have him here for breakfast at least.

Steve shrugged, “maybe he just wanted a lie-in. He’s been taking on extra shifts lately.” He scoffed down another egg.

“He’ll be out soon, Y/N. Promise. He wouldn’t miss your birthday, even if you hate it,” Pony reassured you best he could, a smile on his face. Johnny nodded along with his words, and Darry placed a hand on your shoulder.

Around ten minutes passed, and the dishes were collected up and everyone had moved themselves into the sitting room, draped over the couch and laying on the floor. Floorboards creaked down the hall and you lifted your head in curiosity.

In rolled Soda, beautiful as ever but somehow more angelic today. You smiled at him and he returned it with no hesitation.

“Don’t you look nice today, Soda.” you drawled, not taking your eyes off him and someone snorted behind you. Dallas.

“Could say the same about you, sweetheart. Get your shoes on.” You raised an eyebrow. You were pretty comfortable here, and even if Sodapop looked ready to go out you were sure he’d only been awake maybe ten minutes.

“My shoes? Why do I need my shoes?”

“I’m takin’ you out. Your birthday, remember? Can’t go anywhere without shoes. They’re by the door.”

“I know where my shoes are. Let’s just stay here today. I’m comfortable, and you need breakfast.” You’d beg if you had to. Your birthday wasn’t a big deal anymore. You couldn’t remember the last time it was - but you remembered your seventh birthday party. A big affair, memorable and other girls were jealous, even if you were a greaser girl. Not good enough to keep the good birthday vibes going though.

“We’ll eat when we’re out. Please, babe. Put your shoes on.” You sighed, raising yourself from the couch and almost knocking Johnny over in the process. Oops. You forgot he was leaning on you.

You’d been driving for five minutes, the radio crackling and Soda’s hand in yours. Ironic, you thought. Job’s fixing cars and his radio’s broken.

“Where we going, Pepsi-Cola?” He smiled at your choice of nickname, a name so dear to him.

“I was thinkin’ the diner. Get you something to eat and then maybe we go to the drive-in after. Hey, you’re old now. Older than me.”

“Don’t be mean to me, Soda! It’s my birthday.” You pinched his arm lightly.

“You ain’t ever cared about that before. I think Darry’s making you a birthday cake today while we’re out, and Two-Bit and Dally are gonna try and steal you some things.” You smile at this. You don’t have a dysfunctional family by any means, lucky pull, but you know you’d choose your found family over anything else. By Two-Bit and Dally, Soda means Two-Bit, Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy. Wherever Dally goes, Johnny’ll follow and then so will Pony. You’re glad they have their own trio, and you know that Soda is happy that Pony isn’t left out because he’s the youngest by a while.

“I’m glad you guys make an effort. My parents would if they thought I’d care. They know it’s no use wasting money on things I won’t care about. Not when we need it.”

Soda had parked by the diner by this point, and he looked at you as if you had no head. You began thinking you really did have no head.

“Of course we make an effort, Y/N. You’re one of us. We love you. I love you.” He emphasised the I, and you knew he meant it. He only told you it multiple times a day. It felt it’s truest today.

you and ponyboy are study partners

When your English teacher announced that you and Ponyboy Curtis would be working together on your newest project, you thanked your lucky stars. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and you were sure your face was a bright pink - though not as pink as it was when Pony came and sat next to you, inviting you over to his to work on the project.

“We better get working, my older brother Darry’ll kill me otherwise,” he’d somewhat confidently told you before walking over to a tan boy you knew as Johnny Cade. You’d always had a thing for Pony but you were sure he didn’t see you the same way.

It wasn’t like you were close. You knew the names of his friends and brothers, the type of people they were and you longed to be in the group if not just to get closer to Ponyboy. You’d only spoken to Pony, Johnny and Two-Bit on occasion but you were sure you weren’t anyone special to them. That was until you’d reached the Curtis household that evening - an hour before sunset.

Walking up to the front door, you wiped your sweaty hands and took a deep breath. As if going there wasn’t stressful enough, you heard the clamour and chaos of the gang from outside.

You saw a figure in the window and heard a voice shout from inside: “Hey Pony, your lady’s outside!” The voice was thick with an accent not from around here and you knew it was Dallas. Figures.

“Shut your trap, Dally,” and the door swung open to reveal Pony himself. “Hey.”

“Hi, Pony,” you were nervous and you were sure Pony could sense it. “Everyone’s here?” Way to make you feel more comfortable.

“Yeah, sorry. They’re always here. Come in, we can work in the kitchen.” He moved out of the way and allowed you to walk in. All eyes were on you, and you were almost certain you heard someone, Steve maybe, say “Who’s she?” to Sodapop.

You sat opposite Pony, books open and pens out scribbling down ideas though you weren’t able to concentrate properly. Neither was Pony, the commotion in the living room too much for you both to get anything productive done.

It had been maybe ten minutes of you and Ponyboy acting like you could work before Sodapop came in alongside Darry. Darry muttered something about needing to cook dinner and Soda stood in the doorway watching you and Pony work, or try to.

“Say, Pony, why don’t you and your little friend go work in our bedroom? Less noisy there, more private,” a devilish grin was on Soda’s face as he said it and Darry turned around from where he was working the stove and raised an eyebrow. Pony turned to you as if asking permission and you nodded fast, maybe too fast.

Soda chuckles.

Darry coughs.

And you and Pony pack up almost as quickly as you got all your resources out.

“Door stays open! Don’t make me regret this, kid brother.” Darry shouts down the hall as you reach Pony and Soda’s bedroom. Your faces flush as you turn to each other, wide-eyed.

“Darry! Come on! We ain’t gonna do anything, it’s an English project!” Pony groans and almost pushes you into the bedroom. Two-Bit and Dally tease you from the couch, and Steve hollers as if his life depends on it - this doesn’t help your situation at all.

“I’m sorry about them. Can’t help themselves.” Pony says, flustered as he sets his work down. You look up and catch his eye, a smile graces your face and Pony swears he’s never seen anything so beautiful.

You finish putting your work on his bed - though you know you definitely won’t be able to concentrate now you’re alone with Pony in his bedroom.

A surge of confidence flows through you and you reach up to the middle of his arm before saying, almost inaudible, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Now it’s his turn to smile, and you fall even harder than you already did.

Ty

johnny doesn’t like leaving you alone at the lot

content warning : abusive behaviour from a parent

“You don’t have to be out here all by yourself, you know.” You jump and shriek at the sudden voice infront you, hushed yet so concerned. At your reaction, the figure the voice came from throws its hands up in surrender and slowly takes a step forwards.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just Johnny here.” You sigh a breath of relief and sit more comfortably, shuffling over slightly and gesturing for him to come sit.

“Jesus, Johnny. You can’t scare me like that, not in the dark at the lot of all places. You could’ve been anyone.” He comes and sits next to you, face illuminated by the small fire you put together.

You and Johnny have always had a small soft spot for each other, both entirely fucked up with nowhere and no one to go to. Of course, you both knew that the Curtis household was open for all whenever, but you wanted independence. You didn’t want to rely on your friends all the time. Where would that get you?

“Sorry again,” he smiles a little, one you’ve seen many times before. “Who did it this time?” Johnny moves your hair off the side of your face, revealing a deep slit going from just above your eyebrow to your cheekbone. You wince and he quickly moves his hand again, opening his mouth to speak. You get there first.

“Don’t say sorry again,” you take a breath before you open up on the events of this evening. You don’t do this often, being a greaser makes you tough. Johnny is patient. “My dad. I came home ten minutes late with Dallas. He was already pissed that I was a little late, but I figured that if I said sorry it’d be okay. Ten minutes was never an issue before. Guess he saw Dally and got the wrong idea, because he hit me round the head and I fell into the coffee table. Didn’t even say sorry, the fucker.”

Exhale.

Johnny just looks at you, and you feel uncomfortable. Had you said too much? Triggered him? You knew he’d gone through the same as you just as much, but you thought you’d be okay to say something because he’d asked.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his arm around your shoulder as he pulls you in. You lean on him, getting comfortable and feeling warmer than before.

“I’m sorry that happened, Y/N. You don’t deserve that. That was a terrible thing for him to do.” You scoff, you know that. “Hey, I’m serious. I’m real sorry. Wish I could keep you safe.”

Your heart lurches. “I wish that too, Johnnycakes. For you as well. You get put through too much.”

“Don’t worry about me. Nobody needs to worry about me,” he says sadly. You worry about him everyday. “Now at least you’ll have a badass scar. Look even more tuff, maybe tuff enough to teach your dad a lesson.”

darry doesn’t like seeing you and ponyboy kiss

You never want to leave where you’re sitting right now. It’s the evening, maybe around seven, and you’re squished between Ponyboy and Two-Bit on the couch in the living room of Curtis household. To the left of you, Two sits laughing at an inside joke with Steve and Sodapop, who are sitting cross-legged against the wall, based on something that happened at the diner earlier that day. To your right, Pony sits talking with Johnny and Dally about something you’re not actually sure of. Pony’d tell you if you asked, but you pay them no mind as your head rests on his shoulder and your hand traces patterns on his left arm.

It’s rested on your leg, one hand loosely holding yours as your other hand draws pictures - though you’re not sure exactly what. You just know his skin is soft against yours and you don’t want to stop. Every so often, his hand jolts slightly as you touch a particularly sensitive spot on his wrist and it takes everything in you not to grin like a fool. You’ve failed a few times.

Two bumps you when a joke gets him good, and you hear laughter roar from one side of the room. Darry sticks his head out from the kitchen before promptly putting it back in when he sees there’s nothing bad happening. Two-Bit’s elbow gets you in the ribs and you fall more into Pony, who steadies you almost as quick as you got knocked.

He scowls at Two as he sends an apologetic look your way, before turning to look at you, though you don’t see it as you look at Ponyboy. He’s already looking, and you flush. Pony smiles.

“Hi,” he whispers, voice like honey and the smile on his face beautiful. You don’t know how you got so lucky. Bumping into him and knocking him over at the drive-in alongside your both of your friend-groups called for an embarrassing first meeting but you’re glad it all worked out in the end. Very glad.

“Hey.” You echo back to him just as quietly, holding your eye contact for a few seconds before his eyes move to your lips and then again up to your eyes. You chuckle. You really wanna kiss him.

Your faces are close and about to get even closer as you move in for a kiss — but you’re interrupted as Darry yells: “No kissing under my roof!”

The room erupts in laughter and mockery towards you and Pony, sheepish and bright red. You turn your head to your lap, holding back a loud laugh. You’re embarrassed, but it’s funny nonetheless. You didn’t mean to get caught. Pony laughs along with everyone else, and you feel a familiar jab to your left side once again. This time it’s intentional and a lot gentler - though still not calm.

“Hey, don’t be gettin’ too comfortable. We’re all still here!” Two-Bit jokes and you hear Johnny snicker with Dally. Pony pulls you closer by your waist, opening his mouth to make a smart remark back.

“Shut your trap, Two. You’re in my house. I’ll do what I damn well please with my girlfriend,” he sasses, kissing your cheek.

curtis!reader gets jumped

a/n: piece of fiction & not how i actually perceive these characters. that being said, enjoy 🤍

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been gone for. You started running when the sun was still up, and now the sun’s down and you’re out of breath. You are sure, however, that you didn’t mean to blow up at Darry and that he didn’t mean to shout ten times louder back.

Being the only girl in a family of three other boys and no parents isn’t easy ever, and it’s certainly not easy when your eldest brother forgets to pick you up from school in the middle of a storm, leaving you to walk back home soaking wet and shivering. You got home, saw him and the gang warm and perfectly dry and lost it.

Darry forgets that he’s five years older, more intimidating and also a man.

Your feet feel like they’re being stabbed mercilessly with millions of tiny, rusty nails and your joints ache like they’ve never ached before. Not even when you raced from your house to the lot and back with Ponyboy and Sodapop, and you lost because Pony does track and Soda’s got long legs. Remembering your brothers helps to lift your mood a little more than the fresh air has, and you’re smiling to yourself as you limp forwards.

You’ll go home soon. You just need to gather your thoughts and think of a good argument to give to Darry when you’re home again - an apology but also a firm talking-to so he never forgets you again. You’ll say sorry to the rest of the gang too, because you feel like you ruined their night.

You’re so stuck in your thoughts that you don’t realise how far into Soc territory you actually are. It’s only when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat that you look up and register the neighbourhood you’re in, and how far into it you are.

And when you turn and meet the eyes of none other than Bob and Randy, you finally grasp and severity of the situation - in other words, how truly fucked you are. Sure, you have your blade, but they’re stronger than you and using the weapon could mean jail for you.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise? Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out in this neighbourhood by herself,” Bob practically shouts, slurring his words. He’s drunk, and this means he’s more reckless than normal. His words make you sick. “Right, Randy? Think we should escort her back home. I’m sure her greasy brothers are wondering where she is.”

Randy chuckles and shouts an agreement, and your stomach churns as you bellow back: “Don’t you dare mention my brothers! I don’t need you going anywhere near me, you make me sick.”

They take a step forward, too close now and you reach for your switch in your back pocket. A gift from Dallas for your fifteenth. He had wanted to give it to you for your thirteenth, but Darry had warned him not to be stupid so he held off.

“Be a doll and learn when to keep your mouth shut, greaser. You might be a girl but that won’t stop us. Not when you look that good.” Randy slurs, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. You can smell the alcohol on him and it’s sickening.

Bob comes up behind you, stealing your switch before you can stop him and throwing it somewhere far, in bushes metres away. You thrash around, trying to leave and end up head-butting Bob in the process. He growls in your ear and you feel wetness on your shoulder. He’s bleeding on my fucking shoulder, you think.

“That’s it, bitch. We tried to be nice but you just can’t handle it, huh? Enough’s enough now, you do as we say, grease.” You hear a crunch, feel a sharp pain and everything went black.

You wake up later feeling like you’ve been hit by a million trucks. The sunlight is angled just right to hit your eyes, blinding you until you move away. You’ve been laying here, helpless for hours. You attempt to get up but a sharp stabbing pain in your ribs persuades you otherwise and suddenly you’re aware of the heaviness of your nose.

Blood is down your shirt, seeping into your skin underneath and no doubt staining it. Every sense is heightened right now. You have to get home.

Ignoring the obvious pain in your ribs, you move to stand and manage to limp your way home. Your head is pounding by the time you reach your front door and the ruckus inside does nothing to soothe it. It brings you comfort though, knowing everyone is safe and you’re finally where you’re meant to be. Where you should’ve been all along.

The feeling of comfort is very quickly overwritten by the feeling of dread. Dread knowing Darry will continue your argument later, even if it’s not as intimidating anymore. Dread knowing you’ll walk in and all eyes will be on you. Dread knowing everyone will see you ruined and broken, bleeding and sick.

And, like you thought, everyone had turned to look at you as the door creaked open. You wanted to say hi, but you weren’t sure if your voice was even there anymore. You remember shouting. You haven’t said a word for hours and your throat hurts.

“Shit, honey. Look at you. You’re bleeding, what happened?” Disoriented, you focus your eyesight and realise it’s Sodapop kneeling infront of you. Your sweet brother, Soda. The tears fall before you can stop them and the gang are still sitting in the living room watching as you break infront of them.

“Randy and Bob.. I wanted to fight them off but they had me between them and they threw my switch,” you breathe and breathe some more. The tears come harder now, “Oh, Dally, I’m so sorry. That was a gift. And I’m sorry also because I tried to fight them but they were too strong.”

“Breathe, Y/N. It’s okay. You’re safe now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” You feel a comforting hand on your shoulder, so you turn to see Darry. Guilt washes over you. You nod, and he leads you away.

The door slams as you reach the bathroom. Darry places you on the counter and moves to grab the first-aid kit. You feel even worse because you know he has to do this often. Ponyboy was the most recent.

“They’re going to go find them, aren’t they?” You whisper. It’s more of a rhetorical question, you already know that Steve, Sodapop, Dallas and Two-Bit will go find Randy and Bob and make sure they know not to mess with the gang’s girl anymore.

“You should know that I didn’t mean to forget you. And I definitely didn’t mean for you to run off. I’m sorry.” Darry says and you swear you hear him tremble. You swing your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as your ribs will allow, before whispering in his ear.

song: waco, texas by ethel cain

Dallas Winston was never made to last.

Not in life, and certainly not in a relationship. You knew this, the gang knew this, even the Shepards knew this. Yet, you couldn’t pull yourself away. Dallas had this way of keeping everyone on their toes and still managing to pull them in, only to leave them hanging by a thread. He was dangerous, reckless yet so entirely compelling and you couldn’t help but try and figure him out.

He’d seen you at Buck’s, dancing like your life depended on it with your friends, a drink in your hand and a smoke in the other - careless and beautiful and almost as interesting as Dallas himself. And when you saw him walking over to you, smirk ever-present on his face with a hand held out to you, you knew you wanted him to ruin you.

And ruin you he did.

You spent countless nights dancing and getting drunk with him, messing around with him in his room just above the bar and even going to the drive-in alongside his gang. He knew everything about you and you knew as much as he’d let up about him. The gang tried to subtly warn you that he’s not going to stick around, he’ll bolt when he gets bored and probably shove off with another girl at Buck’s and hold the same relationship with her very soon - but when he laid with you that night, you under his arm as he told you he loved you, you knew they were wrong.

You thought they were wrong.

You’d been together three months before he started coming home late, smelling of alcohol and slurring his words. He’d brush you off every time you asked about it and begged for him to just talk to you, stay with you instead of going out and leaving you behind.

“I mean, c’mon Dallas! Do you not give a single shit about me?” you begged, tears pouring out your eyes as you stand in the middle of his room in Buck’s.

“Shut up, Y/N! Of course I give a shit about you, but I don’t need you up my ass all the time. I don’t need you! And it’ll do you some good to not need me all the time too.” You felt like you’d been stabbed, running out the room, down the street and to your bedroom, holding your stomach as if a stab wound really was there and bleeding.

He hadn’t seen you for a week after that, and according to Two-Bit, he’d been doing just fine without you. Partying like he always did, going to the drive-in and trying to pick up girls like he always did, fighting people like he always did. He was right. He didn’t need you. And so, you were left to pick up the pieces.

Picking up the pieces of your broken heart proved to be very difficult, considering the surprise visit from Dallas only that same night. You’d been out with your friends around town, swiping what you could from stores and going to eat in the diner; and for once, Dallas wasn’t on your mind.

He was wandering around your bedroom, taking in the decorations on the walls and over your dresser. Books he’d already looked at, vinyls he’d already heard you talk about, clothes he’d previously taken off you. The memories come flooding back, him taking care of you in a way nobody else ever did; you patching him up after fights; you both sitting at your window in just your underwear, sharing a cigarette as you talk about anything and everything; you telling him you’ll be there for him through everything. You saying you’re there and you’re never leaving before pulling him into the most loving kiss he’s ever experienced.

His head snapped over to the door of your room when it opened, looking like a lost child yet still so tough. A smile graced his face when he saw you, though he refrained from walking over, giving you the chance to move towards him. Or take him back.

“What are you doing here, Dallas?” your voice as demanding as ever, stomach churning like you’ll be sick. As your voice he practically ran over, hands grabbing at your face as he holds eye contact.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I swear. I do need you.” He whimpers, voice fragile and his hold firm. He looks like he’s going to cry, and you don’t know if this is an act to win you back or if he’s truly sorry. But you know Dallas Winston, and you know what he’s like, so you shove him off with as much force as you possibly can.

“Fuck you, Dallas. Fuck you! You don’t want me. You even said it yourself, you don’t need me! It’ll do me some good not to need you too, right? So let me do myself some good.” You’re sobbing at this point, hands flying everywhere and gripping at your clothes.

But he doesn’t give up. He lets you have your turn to say stuff, even if you’re yelling and crying before he cautiously steps back over to you and pulls you into his arms. The feeling of his firm, warm chest against your face pulls you further over the edge, and you break. The pent up emotions from the past week just spill over and onto his shirt, down your cheeks and onto the ground, tears hot, salty and long overdue. Your arms wrap around his torso, and his follow and rub up and down your curves.

johnny’s sister & dallas get caught by the gang

The rise and fall of Dallas’ chest against your own provides a sense of comfort you’re sure you’ll never be able to replicate. You’re unsure if he’s asleep or not, and while you know you should get up before the gang walk back through the front door of the Curtis home, you can’t bring yourself to move out of his embrace.

This is how Johnny first found you. You weren’t actively trying to keep your relationship a secret from your younger brother, but you never got round to explaining it to him. After all, the secrecy was half the fun.

He’d rushed into Dally’s room at Buck’s, shouting about some fight Two-Bit got himself into and how Darry had to de-escalate before Two lost a limb or three. His yabbering, rare so not unwelcome, was stopped when he saw Dallas’ long limbs wrapped around your smaller frame, with a softness nobody had ever seen from Dally. Only Johnny had half experienced it a few times, and Dallas had sworn him to secrecy, so seeing it being given to someone else - his big, tough sister, mind you - was a shock to the system. He can’t say he didn’t see it coming though.

It didn’t take long for Johnny to get used to the revelation, you’d stuck close by with Johnny, Dallas and whoever else had decided to come with all the time, stirring up all sorts of trouble so it was only a matter of time before you made it truly official.

The gang had been gone for several hours, you were unsure where they’d actually gone to but you knew they’d be back soon. Sitting up slightly against the armrest of the couch, you shook Dally’s shoulder a little bit and whispered his name. He didn’t move an inch. You sigh and lay back down, accepting defeat and the fact you’d soon be made fun of by the gang - defenceless under Dallas’ rock solid body, heavy like a weighted blanket.

You’d probably had your eyes shut for about thirty seconds when you heard the door slam open next to you, and Steve’s booming voice shouting: “Hey, what’s going on here!”

He sounds actually concerned, so in piles the rest of the gang in record time. You open your eyes to see Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop and Darry surrounding you and Dallas’ sleeping body, eyes wide and mouths gaping wider.

“Since when did you and Dally here get so cozy?” Soda speaks up, amusement evident in his voice. You shrug and open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by the door opening again, revealing Ponyboy and Johnny.

“Hey, Johnnycake. D’you know your sister’s running around with Dallas behind our backs?” Two-Bit says incredulously, almost sounding betrayed by your lack of rushing to tell him about your little secret.