#the outsiders headcanon

[sundayiminlove]

steve randle's the typa guy to get really giddy & single you out in the crowd at his basketball game and go 'this one's for you, babe!' before completely missing the shot

#steve randle #steve randle x reader #the outsiders x reader #steve randle headcanon #the outsiders headcanon #you'd never let him live it down

[bubblegumflavor]

Headcanon:

Dally is so tough and cold and full of hate all the time, but sometimes he's also super clumsy, like when he falls from a chair or stumbles while he is super angry or runs against a street lamp, while he's cursing at someone he just passed.... and Johnny always just laughs, he never helps him up or checks if his head is okay, he will just laugh and Dally will let him, because it is so rare to see Johnny Cade laugh.

Sometimes at night, he still thinks of Johnny's happy face and his laughter will echo in his head. Only then he will fall asleep with a soft smile on his face.

#jally #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanon #johnny cade #dallas winston #headcanon #dally #johnnycake #jally headcanon #johnny x dally #the hero and the hoodlum

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Steve Randle

(Not my gif/please check them out, oh my god their gifs are amazing)(Requested by anonymous)

(Please note that I’m talking out of my ass with half of this car stuff.)

“Sounds like your fuel filter”

- Those were the first words Steve Randle had ever said to you: a casual sentence uttered at your window as your car stalled in the parking lot of some convenience store half your school had a habit of visiting whenever they needed a chocolate bar or pack of cigarettes. 

- You’d seen him around your school before but you’d never actually spoken to him: partially because you never really had a reason to and partially because he sort of scared you. Steve scared a lot of people and you were almost entirely certain that it was on purpose: if he didn’t want to, he’d try harder to look less mean; sort of like how he was looking at you right now. 

- Up close he was handsome, much more attractive than you ever pegged him to be, and you suddenly found yourself sort of glad the rest of your school thought he was mean.

- Your more judgmental friends; and perhaps even your parents, would have readily told you that he was trying to get your attention, that he wasn’t actually being nice and that he had an ulterior motive behind his words. That his interest in your car troubles was merely an attempt to get closer to you so that he could flirt with and try to chat you up like the greaser he was.

- Unfortunately for them, the thought excited you. 

“Sorry?” You’d responded to his comment, not exactly sure what he was saying. 

“Your fuel filter,” He repeated before he went on to explain. “See, your cars starting but it wont turn on; wont go anywhere. That's usually cause you gotta switch up the fuel filter.”

“Oh.” You said: mainly just to let him know that you were listening; even though you hardly knew what he was talking about. 

“Stay here. I got a couple in my car.” He told you; as if you were going anywhere. 

- He jogged over to his trunk and you watched as the greasers who were with him grinned and seemingly made jokes about his kindness. He shut them up with a good slap on the arm before returning back to you with a cylinder in hand, dropping down on his knee and fiddling around under your car for a minute before he pulled his hand up and rotated another cylinder around in your view. 

“That's yours. All that grimes giving you a hard time. You stick this one in there and it should start up no problem.” He explained, once again reaching under your car and fiddling around for a bit. 

“There. You should be good to go.” He informed you, getting up on his feet and holding your old fuel filter in his newly dirtied hands.

“Give that a try.” He nodded towards your ignition and you twisted the key, and just as he said, it started up perfectly.

- You beamed at him and thanked him graciously before asking somewhat sheepishly how much you owed him; figuring that even just the parts had to cost something. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Was his response. “Ain’t no problem.”

“I have to give you something. You just saved my life.” You insisted with a bit of a laugh. 

“Well I wouldn’t mind your number.” He replied, and your stomach fluttered as you began to smile softly. 

“Alright.” You said quietly and grabbed a notebook from your front seat, writing down your name and number before tearing out the slip of paper and holding it out to him. His fingers brushed yours as he took it from your hand, leaving a little black mark against your skin; one you'd gaze at fondly before washing up for dinner later that night. 

- Waiting for him to call was agony. You thought he was ridiculously handsome and was obviously pretty decent; given how readily he’d helped you, so him taking his time to phone you had you on edge; your mind wandering and coming up with scenarios about him not liking you much at all. But finally, the call came a few days later and you were put to ease. 

- Steve was at the Curtis house, shoving soda away as he dialed your number; waiting for you to pick up as his best friend ushered him to “go on and call for Pete’s sake” and to not “wait long enough for her to forget you. Trying to play it cool wont help nothing.”. 

- The two of you went back and forth with a couple hellos when you first picked up due to the chaos erupting on his end but you found it more amusing than anything. 

“Hey. It’s Steve, Steve Randle. I helped you with your car a couple days ago?” He said with a bit of finality once things managed to calm down.

“Ah, the fuel filter.” You responded and he smiled to himself. 

“Yeah, the fuel filter. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight? A couple of us are hanging out at the diner down on fourth street?” He invited, and though the “couple of us” admittedly worried you a little, you ended up agreeing. 

- He picked you up later that day, driving the two of you over to a little place across town where a few greasers and similar types of people were scattered around tables and booths. Luckily for you, the greasers who were sat around the hangout seemed to have a code of conduct and didn't give you much trouble after he introduced you to a few of his friends. 

- The two of you sat down in a booth and started talking and soon enough you began to find him much less intimidating and a lot more charming. He was clever and fun and really handsome up close and you decided right then and there that his messed up smile was the only one you cared to see for the rest of your life. 

- You shared your first kiss a few dates later. You decided that you had to at least get to know the guy before letting him inspect your tonsils and though he certainly would have liked to kiss you sooner, he had to let you play coy. He also didn’t want you thinking he was some low down hood who only wanted one thing.

- So he waited until after the two of you had a couple more dates and during your walk home from one of said dates, he leaned over and kissed you; testing the waters sort of delicately before he kissed you with a lot more urgency. 

- After that, there wasn’t a thing in Tulsa that could have drove you apart. 

- Steve has a tendency to try and act tuff whenever you’re out in public so pda really isn’t all that common; at least not in the way you’re probably used to. In private, he’s a lot more chipper and relaxed but whenever you’re out on the town, he’s a whole different person; especially when he see’s a Soc. You can just about feel the minute he spots them: his entire body stiffens and his face goes hard and you’re pulled behind or to the side of him; depending on where they are in relation to you. 

- Typically, he puffs out his chest and lets you do the touching: loving when you grab onto his arm and stay close to his side; especially when it’s in response to some other guy coming near you. That being said: he also grabs hold of you himself, laying silent claim to you the minute anybody's eyes fall on your figure, daring them to try anything. 

- He’s constantly up behind you; whether he’s sitting on the couch with you between his legs or leaned up against a wall while you lean against him. He’s just always there, and he likes how you absentmindedly just sort of fall into place. 

- Little strokes of his hand or thumb whenever he’s touching/holding you; and boy does he touch you a lot. You’ll be sitting on the couch watching tv and he’ll have his arm around your shoulder, thumb mindlessly smoothing over the flesh under his fingers as you try your best not to get too distracted from your show. 

- He prefers when you kiss his cheek rather than him kissing yours because, in his words: “if he’s gonna kiss you, he’s gonna give you a real kiss”. 

- His kisses are, what I like to call, “contained”: unless you’re alone, then you’ll have to pry him off of you with a crowbar. They’re typically sort of hard and lingering; passionate but not enough to make your head spin. You like them a lot and he’s very happy that you do because he’s more or less addicted to kissing you. 

- Him calling you “lil darlin” started off as a bit of a joke; him purposefully going out of his way to call you something overly sweet and cutesy in an attempt to make you laugh or roll your eyes, but after a while he sort of just started calling you it seriously and he hasn’t managed to stop since: unless he’s calling you just plain darlin, baby or hotstuff. 

- The two of you rarely cuddle in the same position twice in one day: you’re constantly shifting around and snuggling however you fall so one minute he’ll be spooning you and the next you’ll be laying on his chest; etc etc. Sometimes you wind up in positions that make it seem like you’re playing twister instead of cuddling but you’re still somehow just as comfy as you would be if you were just plain spooning; even if you’re sometimes confused as to how you got there. 

- You watched The Long, Hot Summer when you were younger and you’d always been under the impression that bodies like Paul Newman's were only ever found on movie stars and body builders; up until you came across Steve Randle and his proclivity towards not wearing shirts.... You’re always surprised by how little he’s hit on because you can’t keep your eyes off of him; especially when he’s working up a sweat and only paying attention to whatever it is he’s doing at the time. And once he realizes why you can’t stop staring at him, it does wonders for his self esteem.

- Double dates with Soda. You know it’s gonna happen; don’t act surprised.

- Hanging out at the DX. You’ll usually just sit around and talk; occasionally helping them out with their work or bringing them something to eat that isn’t melted candy bars and cigarettes. 

- I love him. I love him …but he’s absolutely filthy and sometimes you just have to pull out a handkerchief and go to town on him so he doesn't look like he just fell into a vat of tar and grease. Or you ask him if he wants to take a shower with you and watch as he follows you to the bathroom more obediently than you’ve ever seen him act before. 

- Occasionally being manhandled; mainly when he wants to get you closer or just has the urge to touch you. You’ll teasingly joke that you’re gonna leave or that you’re mad at him and he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you back down onto the couch until you start to laugh and promise that you aren’t gonna go anywhere. He’ll also just occasionally pick you up and drop you down a foot away from where you were standing for no real reason at all; other than being a jerk. 

- Don’t bring up the fact that you don’t know his actual address. Don’t bring up the fact that you check the Curtis house whenever you need to find him or the fact that he sneaks in through your window at night to sleep with you in your bed. Don’t bring up the fact that you’ve never actually met his father or know anything about his home life at all. He’ll tell you about it in due time; even if he brushes off how badly it hurts him in order to seem tuff. 

- He’s definitely at some point; while bored because he gets bored quite a bit, taken that wallet chain that's attached to his pants and used it to tether the two of you together; waiting for you to notice while fighting to keep his smile down. You might not have noticed until you were literally forced to separate: both because he himself probably forgot about it and because the two of you walk so close together that it didn’t affect you in the slightest. 

- It’s a well known fact that Steve is incredibly good with cars so don’t be surprised if he shows up at your house on the weekends and informs you that he needs to give you an oil change or something of the sort. Your car slowly starts to become his secondary vehicle and you can’t even bring yourself to be mad at the fact that you’ve effectively become your own cars passenger princess because you just like seeing him smile all boyishly behind the wheel too much. 

- He isn’t normally a very talkative person but take him to a car show or a drag race or just plain ask him about a car on the street and he can talk your ear off for hours at a time. He’ll go on seven different tangents from a single question about make and model, and it’s honestly kind of cute to listen to since you rarely get to hear him speak so passionately about anything; let alone something that’s so easy to bring up in conversation. 

- Listen, he isn’t artistic in the slightest but I can see him making little things for you out of old car parts and other junk that he finds around the DX. He just sort of fiddles with things until they look nice, presenting it to you like a cool rock as he walks you home later that day; twisting it around for you to look at before he hands it over and tries his best to act nonchalant when he thinks about how hard he worked to perfect it and how worried he was that you weren’t gonna like it. 

- Going to games with him, Soda, and whichever girl Soda’s hanging out with at the time; or just him and Soda. 

- He’s always taken aback by how soft your hands are in comparison to his. Speaking of: he probably let you give him a manicure once because you begged him to, and though he sat there and scowled/pouted the entire time, he didn’t wrench his hands away either; so you considered it a win. 

- Almost every single greaser in Tulsa blasts their music so loud that you’ll think you’ll go deaf so that’s sort of just something you’re gonna have to get used to; especially since you’re dating one of the worst offenders in town. 

- Unlike some other members of the gang, Steve still goes to school; even though he doesn’t care too much about what his grades look like. He’s made a habit of walking you to class and mean mugging anyone who looks like they’d give you trouble; even though it means he’s late to his own classes 90% of the time. 

- Steve will take you out on a date, he will get bored halfway through, and he will spend the rest of the night with his arm around your shoulders, leading you on a wild goose chase for “something better to do”. All before feeling bad about it; not realizing that you’d walk through broken glass with him and call it a date because doing anything with him is much more fun than not being with him. 

- Him giving you money for the jukebox. He always playfully warns you not to play something stupid; and he usually means the Beatles. 

- Laying your heads on each others laps; though you might want to wait until he’s had a shower so that you don’t ruin your clothes with his numerous hair products. 

- Always having your faces pressed together in pictures. It just sort of became your go to pose; whether you wind up cheek to cheek or forehead to jaw. 

- He spent a solid year saving up to buy you a bracelet that he got specially engraved for you with both your initials in a heart and a message on the inside of it, and the minute he gave it to you, you knew you were gonna be buried in it. 

- He always insists on paying for your dates; mainly because he’d feel like a wimp if he didn’t and because he steals so much of everything else that he’s got enough money to spare. He takes you out whenever his dad gives him a hard time and tries to make up for it with money. 

- He almost always has a candy bar ready for you after school because he drives out with some of the gang during lunch and stops by a convenience store instead of sitting in the cafeteria. They’re usually slightly melted but you appreciate them nonetheless; especially since you know he tried his best to keep them pristine and that anyone else would have either eaten them already or completely squashed it in their pocket. 

- Going to different Greaser hangouts. There’s definitely a few diners or clubs in town that both scare and excite you due to how tuff they’re decorated and the types of people you’re in the company of. It doesn’t help that he occasionally abruptly steers you away from where you were heading because you “don’t want to get near that guy”, but I digress. 

- Going with him to drag races. 

- Listen, he absolutely thought that it was silly, but there was a time in your relationship where you just got new shoes and you made the mistake of going down a path that had a lot of mud on it. You hesitated because you really didn’t want to get them dirty and he was gonna give you a hard time about it but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He could see on your face just how much you liked them and could only imagine just how much you paid for them so he paused for a minute before holding out his hand and carrying you over. You thanked him and he brushed it off with some comment about how maybe one day you’ll “blind some Soc with how white those things are” but the fondness in his voice told you that he wasn't being mean. 

- He definitely winks at you before he arm wrestles somebody and says something along the line of “this ones for you babe.”. 

- I love the idea of Pining!Steve so I raise you this scenario: the two of you are playing cards and you keep on losing and he can see it on your face that you’re getting sort of bored and sick of playing so he throws the game and watches as a smile lights up your face and you straighten up for another round. He knows right then and there that he’s gonna lose a whole lot more games in the very near future but he can’t even bring himself to care because he’s just happy that you’re gonna be willing to play with and spend more time with him; even if he hides his hopefulness with a comment about beginners luck. 

- He likes making you laugh, making you smile; all that good stuff. He gets all proud of himself whenever he manages to do it; mainly because he’s always been a bit envious of how effortlessly Sodapop seems to do it. He loves the fact that he can win you over just as easily as his best friend does everyone else; regardless of whether he does it with pickup lines or acrobatic tricks meant to impress. 

- Teasing each other. Steve’s smart; like really smart, and oftentimes it comes out in snarky comments and quick wit. The two of you can go back and forth all night if you wanted to, and sometimes you do just because its something to do and he cant be bored for more than a few minutes at a time. 

- Fighting is just a part of his life and it’s definitely not something he’s gonna stop anytime soon; though he might try to hide it from you if you really get on his case about it. It’s better to be subtly disappointed than to try and argue with him; at least then you know that he isn’t gonna die from an infected cut because he didn’t let you patch him up. 

- Steve’s oddly observant and you blame it on the fact that he can never just sit still and relax. He’s full of energy and distracted by every little thing, and you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed by it because it’s saved you from public humiliation time and time again. He’s always the first one to spot if there’s something on your shirt or if there’s danger nearby and he makes sure to silently solve the issue before anyone else can take notice of it; sometimes even yourself. 

- Speaking of: I can see there being a period in time where the two of you aren’t even dating yet; and possibly don’t even like each other, and he’ll unknowingly commit psychological warfare on you with this strange little habit of his. You’ll arrive at your mutual hangout and he’ll stare at you for a solid thirty seconds, and just before you can snap out a frustrated “what?”, he’ll render you speechless with a “you did your eyeliner different today”; and you’ll think about it for the rest of the week. 

- For someone who would rather die than have a heart to heart about his emotions, Steve’s surprisingly protective over you and yours. You’ve never met a man who takes such an active role in ensuring that you’re left alone whenever you’re upset: snapping at people to “drop it” and give you space whenever you subtly imply that you don’t want to talk about something or seem uncomfortable in any way. It’s always a relief to have him around; knowing that he’s always willing to “be the bad guy”. 

- You try your best to make his relationship with Ponyboy a bit more civil but once you feel like you’ve finally gotten somewhere, word gets out that Ponyboy has a tiny crush on you and all of your progress is immediately lost. It’s honestly kind of funny watching him get jealous of a fourteen year old, but I digress. 

- I think that most of the time, Steve is pretty reasonable with his jealousy; or is at least reasonable when it comes to his reaction towards you in response to it. For the most part, he trusts you and it’s obvious in the way he behaves: almost always lashing out at the guy in question instead of you; since he’s usually close enough to see that you aren’t interested in anything the man has to say. I guess he’s more protective than he is jealous. 

- And protective he is. Steve likes getting into fights; he’s got a lot of energy and a lot of hate so he’s always itching for a reason to hit something, and you seem like a hell of a good reason to throw a punch. He loves you more than anything and he’s willing to do whatever he can to keep you safe. He might not be a perfect boyfriend but you’ve never met another man willing to put himself out there and deliver some threat to a mean girl or two faced friend of yours or kick some guys teeth in, and you think that has to count for something. 

- Steve’s got a bad temper and sometimes, he just isn’t great at keeping a muzzle on himself; not to mention the times where he argues just for something to do, so the two of you fight pretty often; usually with varying levels of intensity. Even so, he tends to regret it when you don’t want to see him the next time he sees you or if a sliver of his father comes out in your voice, telling him something like “you just get out and don't bother coming back” or how you “don't ever wanna see him again”.

- He’s always really impatient when you’re mad at him; constantly fighting back the urge to walk up and talk to you whenever he sees you out in public, so it doesn't take him long to try and apologize for whatever happened between the two of you. Usually, something like “come on, you know I didn't mean it” or “you know I love you” will fall from his lips and though you’d love to hold a grudge, you just can’t find it in you. 

- There’s not many ‘I love you’’s in your relationship but he says it every now and again; usually on special occasions or random times that you cant quite tell why he’s saying it. Sometimes you think he does it just to hear you say it back: like after he’s had a fight with someone he cares about and wants to feel like someone gives a crap about him

- Steve doesn’t usually talk about the future but a part of it is just because it’s already set in his mind. Without thinking, he assumes you’re both on the same page. And since you are, why should he have to say he wants to marry you or that you’ll be together forever? 

#steve randle imagine #steve randle headcanons #steve randle headcanon #steve randle imagines #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders headcanon #the outsiders headcanons #80s movie imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon

[radarsteddybear]

Do you think Ponyboy ever points to the bottles of soda at the corner store or whatever and looks at his brother and goes “that’s you” or

#The Outsiders #The Outsiders headcanon #Ponyboy Curtis #Sodapop Curtis #Teddy Bear musings #original post #Outsiders meta

[outsiderslamb]

Still loving my hc that Johnny has always loved nice things despite never being able to own any. Maybe for one of his birthdays one of the gang got him some costume jewelry that had no monetary value but meant the absolute world to Johnny

#the outsiders #johnny cade #s.e hinton #greasers #the outsiders headcanon

[double-hoe-seven]

I LIED I LIED I sent a request a min ago and I’m CHANGING IT can u do a stoner s/o I wanna see the reader do DRUGS i wanna see darry and soda STONED I want my REPRESENTATION but u don’t have to if u don’t like drugs or smth ily sorry for the inconvenience

BESTIE THIS IS BIG BRAIN ENERGY I, unfortunately, rarely smoke weed and don't know enough to write a whole ass fic but here's a lil headcanon. I'm sorry it is the way it is.

Getting High With Darry Curtis Headcanon

You started getting high together in high school. Your parents were hippies and more than encouraged you to try it.

They had a 'You're free to experiment as long as you do it in the safety of our home' rule.

You and Darry were both 17 the first time he tried it, and he was very unprepared.

He still says nearly coughed up a lung because he inhaled too much the first time.

He didn't do it as often as you did in high school because he worried about it affecting his football performance, but you never made him feel pressured to do it.

After graduation, he was a little more liberal in his usage.

It wasn't until after his parents passed that he became a more regular user. He needed something to help him relax when the stress of everything got too much.

He didn't realize sex could be that something until after he got comfortable smoking somewhat regularly.

And besties, the first time you two have sex together while high is amazing.

Darry is by no means an impatient or nonreciprocal lover, but stoned Darry really took his time taking you apart.

I mean it. He made you cum with his mouth and fingers multiple times before he even took his pants off.

Really upped his oral game and his stamina, not that it was bad before, but damn.

All in all, it's kind of just a bonding experience and a routine. One or two times a week after work, you'll lock yourselves in your shared bedroom, smoke some, and just unwind together. Sometimes you have sex, sometimes you just give him a nice massage until he falls asleep.

It's also very obvious to the others when he's high. Darry's relaxed? He's either high or he just got laid.

The gang made a big deal when they found out he got high.

You really like watching Darry get all giggly and shit.

And everyone likes seeing him relax.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker

#Darry Curtis x Reader #Darrel Curtis x Reader #Darry Curtis Headcanon #Darrel Curtis Headcanon #Darry Curtis #Darrel Curtis #The Outsiders #The Outsiders Headcanon #The Outsiders (1983) #I just love Darry a lot okay?

[imdead770]

I love the idea that Ponyboy over exagerrated the entire Outsiders storyline. Like

Ponyboy: Hey, this is my school paper, could you guys read it over?

Darry: Yeah, I'll give it to the others

Ponyboy: So?

Johnny: It's really good, but.. uh-

Dallas: I didn't fuckin' die? When the hell did I get shot?

Ponyboy: That one time when-

Dallas: That was a fuckin' bb-gun??

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #darry curtis

[dearsnow]

Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

//

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

//

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

//

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

//

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

#solar eclipse. #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders dally #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy imagine #dallas winston x y/n #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #darrel curtis #the orange peel theory

[turtledotjpeg]

#kurapika is an internet menace and cannot be allowed near anything with a comments section #hxh #hunter x hunter #kurapika #senritsu #melody hxh #leorio paladiknight #(the going outside part is obligatory the drinking is not lol) #[sonic the hedgehog psa voice] please consume alcohol responsibly #i don't think kurapika would accept alcohol regardless but let's say he's at least [hxh legal drinking age] years old in this #so that he doesn't get kicked out of karaoke #i also half-headcanon that melody stopped drinking after the sonata incident But at the same time #her and leorio as drinking buddies would be so fun

[inezthefish]

he’s been 14 for a month 😠😠

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders memes #inez the fish #the outsiders cast #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #darry curtis

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

things i noticed on my re-read:

- ponyboy has “almost—red hair.”

- johnny can’t say “boo to a goose.”

- ponyboy owes johnny 150$ from poker while they were in the church

- just a HILARIOUS quote “sent from heaven? had he gotten a good look at dallas?” ponyboy micheal curtis is hilarious and i don’t wanna hear anything else

- ponyboy isn’t like his parents, but his brothers are

- the curtis and shepard gang have a weird whistle that means “who’s there?” and people don’t talk about it enough

- dally called ponyboy “sleeping beauty.”

- soda’s letter to ponyboy had so many spelling and grammatical mistakes.

- dally had stubble when he went to get ponyboy and johnny “a stubble of colorless beard.”

- johnny’s crazy about drag races.

- dally thinks everything was cherry’s fault.

- dally has a cousin that lives in the area of the church, and told him it’d make a good hiding spot.

- johnny has a “deathly fear of cops.”

- jerry was too fat to climb through the church’s window.

- johnny was having fun in the church.

- soda wouldn’t quit messing with the reporters, he stole their hats and cameras, and even grabbed a cops gun.

- if johnny survived, he would’ve been crippled.

- two-bit’s mom said they should lock the door because of burglars, but darry just flexed his arms in response.

- two-bit was cleaning eggs off the floor after he knocked them off ponyboy’s pan.

- johnny would’ve been charged with manslaughter.

- soda went into darry’s closet to grab his jeans, and steve followed him in. apparently, “in a second, there was the general racket of a pillow fight.”

- two-bit’s mom is just like two-bit, except she isn’t lazy.

- randy’s thinking of leaving town.

- johnny and his mom look exactly the same, with black hair and big black eyes.

- the only difference is johnny has “fearful and sensitive” eyes, while her’s are “cheap and hard.”

- dallas looked out the window instead of at two-bit and ponyboy when he asked about johnny

- cherry had her hair up and she was wearing a ski jacket when she went to go meet the greasers.

- tim shepard has curly black hair and “smoldering” dark-blue eyes. he also has a scar from temple to chin because a “tramp” hit him with a broken soda bottle.

- tim accidentally stepped on ponyboy during the rumble.

- all johnny had ever wanted was for dallas to be proud of him.

- bob had the same smile as soda.

- greasers don’t eat in the school cafeteria.

- curly fell off from a telephone poll and he broke his arm. the face curly made was the same as sodapop’s when darry and ponyboy were fighting.

- when ponyboy wrote his theme, it didn’t hurt to think about johnny and dally.

#the outsiders #theoutsiders #outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #ponyboy headcanons #angela shepard #the outsiders sodapop

[mcdynamite]

Nancy Wheeler has always been observant. It's something she prides herself on, if she's honest. It's what she knows will make her an excellent investigative reporter one day. It helps her make connections that other people might miss and remember the smallest of details that could make or break a story.

Perhaps most importantly, it's what makes her good at reading people – their micro-expressions, their body language, what makes them tick. She's good at it with anyone, but especially when it comes to the people she knows best.

So it's only logical that she's the first to notice when Steve starts to fall for Eddie Munson.

The signs are subtle, at first, but they're there, and Nancy can see them from a mile away. She's got the added bonus of having been the object of Steve's affections, once upon a time, so she knows what to look for. She knows that with Steve, it always starts with the lingering glances. He's never been able to keep his eyes off the people he wants, and it's this that first clues her in on the whole thing.

She's at Penny's Diner with Steve, Robin, and Eddie, and their waitress is laying it on thick, flirting relentlessly with Steve, batting her eyelashes dramatically and swaying her hips more than is objectively necessary whenever she walks away. And sure, Steve hasn't gone for any of the girls that act this way around him in a long time, but he always, always looks. Hell, even Nancy looks, sometimes, when a girl is objectively pretty. She's big enough to admit (to herself, at least) that boys aren't the only dating pool she's interested in, now that she and Jonathan are done.

But that day at Penny's, Steve doesn't give the poor waitress so much as a second glance, because that day, Steve can't seem to stop looking at Eddie.

At first, Nancy is sure she's imagining it – the way Steve's eyes linger on the dungeon master like he can't bring himself to look away – but it gets harder and harder to deny the longer they sit there sipping their milkshakes. Eddie is debating something silly with Robin, and Steve is just... watching him.

Steve's got this fond little smile on his face, and it's a look Nancy recognizes immediately. It used to be directed at her. And honestly? She's a bit relieved it's not, anymore, because she loves Steve, but not like that. Not the way she was worried Steve still loved her... the way she wonders if Steve might be falling for Eddie.

She sort of keeps an eye out for things, after that day – the little things that give Steve away when he's crushing hard on somebody. The lingering glances. The soft smiles. The brief touches. The flimsy excuses for stepping into Eddie's space, like the day Steve sees Eddie struggling with the lighter, and instead of just lending Eddie his own, he steps forward until their shoes are practically touching and holds up the flame for him.

She sees it all and wonders how in the world nobody else has caught on yet. Even Robin, Steve's best friend in the entire world, seems puzzled by the sudden lack of dates on Steve's calendar. Sometimes Nancy wants to grab her by the shoulders and tell her to just think a little harder.

(Nancy wants to grab Robin by the shoulders for other reasons, too – reasons that involve pulling Robin closer and kissing the living daylights out of her – but that's neither here nor there.)

But no matter how long Steve's pining lasts, no matter how obvious he's getting, nobody else seems to notice. It's mildly infuriating, but Nancy isn't about to talk to anyone else about it. It's dangerous being queer in this part of Indiana, and even though she knows that their little monster-fighting family won't care, it's still not her secret to tell.

It all comes to a head at a bonfire one night, midway through the summer, when the kids are once again grilling Steve on his sudden lack of a dating life. And it's Max who first cottons on to the most plausible explanation.

"Oh my God, wait, you like someone!" Max gasps midway through Dustin's interrogation.

There's a brief silence, and then the kids are all shouting.

"Oh, shit, Max, you're right. He totally does!" Dustin cries.

Steve tries to protest, but it's useless, because ever since Steve shed his royal persona two years ago, he's been a truly terrible liar. He looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and vaguely panicky, but Dustin Henderson has never been very good at letting things go.

"You have to tell us who it is!" Dustin presses. "We're your friends, Steve. Friends tell each other things. Unless..." Dustin gasps dramatically. "Unless she's someone we know..."

That shuts everyone up all at once, even Robin and Eddie, who have been having their own little conversation off to the side. Everyone stares at Steve, and then half of their eyes go to Nancy herself, and the other half land on Robin. It might make Nancy laugh, if Steve didn't look so close to throwing up.

"Right, well this is stupid," Steve says, smacking his hands on his knees and pushing up out of the chair. "I'm going to get another drink, and when I get back, we're dropping this."

He turns and hurries into the house, and Nancy glances around their little circle. Robin looks confused, but mostly worried. Eddie looks vaguely sick. And most of the kids just look shocked. They all start to murmur amongst themselves after the door slides shut behind Steve's retreating form. Nancy sees the way his whole body seems to sag, watching through the glass, and decides she's had enough.

She gets up, ignoring the way the murmuring gets louder as she walks, and follows him.

She finds Steve bent over the kitchen counter, palms pressed into the granite and head bent towards his chest. He looks like he's on the verge of panicking, and her heart aches for him. He's been through so much – some of which Nancy knows is her fault – and God, she just wants him to be happy for once.

"Steve?" she says softly.

Steve flinches at the sound of her voice, like he was so lost in thought he didn't even realize she'd followed him.

"There's something I wanted to-"

"Before you say anything, it's not you," he interupts flatly before she can finish. He pushes off the counter to look at her with sad, earnest eyes. "I know things were, like, weird when we were in the Upside Down, and we never really talked about it, but... I don't feel that way about you anymore. So you don't have to worry."

Nancy just blinks at him.

"That... that's what you wanted to talk about, right?" he asks.

"No, actually," Nancy says carefully. "I sort of knew you didn't feel like that about me, and I don't feel that way about you, so that's a non-issue, but..."

Steve looks relieved for a second, then tenses up again. "But...?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"I, um... I think I might have an idea who it is – if Max is right, that is, and you really do like someone," she says.

Steve sighs. "It's not Robin, if that's what you're thinking."

"No," Nancy says softly, shaking her head. "No, it's not."

Steve frowns and averts his eyes, arms crossing protectively over his chest. He doesn't say anything.

Nancy considers her options. She wonders how she should play this, how to go about bringing this up. In the end, she just goes with her gut.

"Did you know I like girls?" she asks. It's the first time she's said it aloud to anyone, but it feels good. It feels like the right time. Besides, she wants to do this for Steve – to make him feel more comfortable. It's the least she can do.

Steve's eyes snap up to look at her again.

"I still like boys, too, but yeah... I like both, so..." She takes a deep breath. "If there was anything you wanted to tell someone about how you feel about... someone else... I'm not going to judge you."

Steve bites his lip. He looks painfully conflicted, and a little bit like he might cry. "I, uh..." he stammers. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath… clears his throat. "Okay first of all, thank you for trusting me with that, and you know I support you. I just want you to be happy, Nance."

Nancy nods, because she knows. She's always known. "That's what I want for you, too," she says. She takes a step forward and takes one of his hands in hers, because Steve's eyes are getting watery, and she hates seeing people cry. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want-"

"I think I like Eddie," Steve says suddenly, voice whisper-soft. He looks terrified when he meets Nancy's eyes again. "I, um... yeah. I like Eddie."

Nancy offers him what she hopes is an encouraging smile and nods. "Yeah, I kinda figured."

"Shit, am I that obvious?" Steve says weakly, and Nancy can't help but laugh softly.

"God, no," she says. "Well, to me, you are, but to everyone else? God, they're clueless. I promise you that nobody else has any clue, and it's been driving me crazy."

To her relief, Steve huffs out a soft laugh, as well. "Yeah, well, you've always been sort of freakishly observant, haven't you?"

It's true. She's always been like this, and that's precisely why she feels confident enough to make her next statement.

"You should tell him, Steve," she says.

Because Steve isn't the only person she's been watching for the past few months.

She's been watching Eddie, too, so she's seen Eddie's dopey, smitten smile whenever Steve makes a terrible joke. She's watched Eddie pull his hair in front of his mouth bashfully after Steve teases him. She's seen the blush on Eddie's cheeks whenever Steve steps into his personal space.

Steve Harrington isn't the only one who's been busy falling in love.

As usual, nobody else has noticed.

"No, absolutely not," Steve says, pulling his hand away and running both hands through his hair instead. "Are you crazy, Nance? He'll hate me!"

Nancy is pretty sure she deserves an Oscar for keeping her expression neutral, because the urge to roll her eyes is physically painful to resist.

"Steve," she says calmly. "I love you, and I love Eddie, but the two of you are idiots if you can't see how hard you've been pining over each other, and I am not above physically knocking your heads together to get you to realize that."

Steve's eyebrows disappear behind his hairline, and Nancy almost laughs. "Jesus, when did you get so threatening, Wheeler?" he grumbles, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. It's quickly swept away by fear, though, and Nancy's heart breaks a little when Steve looks at her with those puppy-dog eyes of his and asks, "What if you're wrong?"

She's only just opened her mouth to reply when the sliding door opens again, and someone else joins them in the kitchen.

Eddie's eyes dart back and forth between Nancy and Steve assessingly, and Nancy has to bite back a laugh because oh. Eddie was jealous.

"Sorry to interrupt," Eddie says, one eyebrow raised. "Just wanted to make sure everything was okay." He focuses his gaze on Steve, eyes softening. It's disgustingly adorable, how earnestly concerned he looks. "You doin' alright, Stevie? Kinda left in a hurry back there."

Steve glances at Nancy, face becoming redder by the second. Nancy smiles.

"Well I'm going to let you talk," she says casually. Steve's eyes nearly bug out of his head, but she puts both hands on his shoulders and looks him straight in the eyes before he can protest. "But to answer your question from before... I'm not wrong," she murmurs softly, so only Steve can hear. 

She pats him gently on the cheek and turns on her heel before Steve can respond, catching Eddie's eye on the way out. He looks perplexed, and she just smiles.

The kids hardly notice when she rejoins the circle around the fire. They've already moved on to topics that don't involve their babysitter's love life, but Robin still looks worried. It's cute. God, Robin is so cute, Nancy can hardly stand it.

"Is he okay?" Robin asks quietly. "He looked pretty upset when he left, and then you guys were gone for a while, and Eddie thought maybe you were getting back together, but I told him that was ridiculous, and now neither of them are back yet, and-"

"They're fine, I promise," Nancy says with a grin, interrupting Robin’s rambling. "They just... needed a little nudge."

Nancy gets to see the moment it clicks for Robin, and it's only a little bit hilarious. "Wait..." Robin says, mouth dropping open. "Steve...?"

Nancy nods, smile widening.

"And Eddie?"

"Yep," Nancy says. Robin looks on the verge of a massive freakout (a positive one, obviously, but a freakout nonetheless), and Nancy doesn't want her to unwittingly out both of the boys to the kids, so she changes the topic. She figures if she's making Steve deal with his feelings, she might as well do the same. You know, solidarity, and all that.

"By the way," Nancy says coolly, quietly, "did you know I'm bisexual?"

She has to cover Robin's mouth with her hand to stop her shriek of surprise, but it's worth it, because Robin instantly turns into a blushing, stuttering mess, and it's so stupidly endearing. Nancy wants to kiss her until neither of them can remember their own names.

It's even more endearing when Nancy tells her, "Yeah, so I'd really like to talk later, after the kids go to bed, if that's okay?" And Robin looks like she might faint when she blushes and whimpers out a yes.

Nancy just grins and threads their fingers together, hands tucked out of sight from the kids.

They're still sitting like that when Steve and Eddie finally come out of the house after a very long time, both boys looking flushed and a bit disheveled, but happy.

"Thought you were getting another drink?" Erica snarks at Steve when they sit down, and Nancy snorts, because Steve definitely returned empty-handed.

Steve's eyes widen and he looks at Eddie sheepishly. "I, uh... got a little distracted."

Only Max seems to recognize the implications, because her jaw drops, but Robin nudges her with her foot before she can say anything, and Max instantly shuts her mouth. She's still got a knowing look on her face, but Nancy knows she won't go outing anyone to the others. She's a good kid.

"God, you have the attention span of a puppy, Steve, I swear," Dustin grumbles, and the conversation quickly moves on.

Nancy is mostly quiet for the rest of the night, silently observing all of her friends and reveling in the feeling of Robin's hand in hers. She watches as Max tentatively rests her head on Lucas's shoulder. Watches Lucas's eyes widen and sees the internal freakout happening in his mind. She sees the way Eddie and Steve sit closer than before, practically on top of each other, faces flushed with happiness while they all make s'mores. She watches her brother look hopelessly confused sitting between Will and El, because he hasn't yet realized that while he is in love with one of them, it's not the one he thinks it is.

And at the end of the night, after the kids are all settled in the massive living room and she and Robin head for the guest room, Nancy catches Steve's eye. He and Eddie are holding hands now that they're out of sight of the kids, and Eddie can't stop staring at Steve like he's some sort of miracle. But just this once, Steve tears his eyes away from Eddie to meet Nancy's.

He smiles, mouths thank you, and gives an approving nod when his eyes land on her hand, which is still wrapped around Robin's.

Nancy just smiles and nods, and watches as Eddie impatiently tugs Steve into the bedroom and shuts the door. As Robin does the same to her, pulling her eagerly into the guest room, she has a wild thought.

If the investigative journalism thing doesn't work out, there's always the option of matchmaker.

She's apparently pretty damn good at it, after all.

And she's always been observant.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #pov outsider #pov nancy wheeler #nancy is a good friend/wingwoman #background ronance #ronance #getting together #stranger things #mcdynamite writes

[bubblegumflavor]

I don't care what anyone says my favorite Dally headcanon is that he has freckles

#freckled!Dally my beloved #the outsiders headcanon #headcanon #matt dillon #this is the only picture where it looks like he has freckles I ever found but to me it is enough to be canon XD

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Darry Curtis

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- I wanna preface this by saying that you and Darry even each other out. In order to survive the rough and tumble world of adulthood, you both found yourselves on opposite ends of the “attitude spectrum”: Darry grew to be hard and tough while you grew to be sweet and reserved; both your lives leading you down roads where those two options got you both where you needed to be. And yet, besides all these differences, you meshed together far better than anybody in Tulsa ever could have anticipated. 

- Most of this trainwreck waiting to happen mentality of the people around you came from the mistaken belief that you yourself were anything besides a low down JD hood. In your late teens you found yourself a job at a decent looking diner on the edge of town and ever since then, the people you’ve met have been pleasantly unaware of the life you led just a few months prior to being employed. 

- Nobody in their right mind would have ever expected you to to be a tough as nails greaser: your customer service attitude and your pristine work uniform ensuring that 90% of your customers overlooked the remnants of your childhood that was smeared across your eyelids and mingled within your voice. All they could make of you was that you were a young girl who needed money and who had a fondness for the ragamuffin kids from the East side of town. 

- And yet, even as a greaser yourself, you were still scared shitless of Darrel Shaynne Curtis the first day the two of you met. You’ve seldom met a person who wasn’t....

- You’d always thought Darry was handsome; almost painfully so, even though his steely eyed gaze and hard features made your throat go dry the minute he stepped through the doors of your humble establishment. He looked mean; and like a movie star, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel nervous when you realized that he was taking a seat in your section; even as you tried your best to roll your eyes at your coworker as she made a silent plea for you to let her serve him. 

- And though your heart hammered in your chest as you approached him, you also found yourself trying not to get your hopes up; almost entirely certain that he was engaged to some highschool sweetheart that snagged him up as quick as she could. 

- You were happy to find out later on that that wasn’t the case....

- His face softened as you approached him and you watched as he morphed into an entirely different person right in front of your eyes. Polite, charming, reserved: not at all what you’d been expecting when he first arrived at your workplace. And the longer he looked at you, the more he seemed to relax; keen eyes clocking the finer details that told him that you were one in the same. 

- Soon enough, the two of you were making casual conversation between orders and the nerves you’d had before completely evaporated; replaced by a sense of belonging as you discussed the Oklahoma heat and the need for coffee so early in the morning. By the time he had to leave, you had a feeling you’d be seeing him again soon, and boy were you excited.... 

- He became a bit of a regular after that: dropping in whenever he had the chance; so much so that his visits resembled check ins rather than stops of necessity or convenience. He’d come in just to drum his fingers along the counter and say good morning as you brewed him a thermos of coffee or passed him a cheap pastry to go, and later in the day, he’d drop by to help you close up shop and walk you to your car. 

- It was in those moments that a romance began to brew.... 

- Flirtatious comments and compliments, winks sent over the counter, subtle touching; it all became a part of your daily routine and it was one that you’d grown to really enjoy. You looked forward to those little moments where he helped you take out the trash or scared off some customer that wouldn’t leave you alone and you relived the day he offered to drive you home over and over again in your head; daydreaming about what could have been if you only had the guts. 

- It’s a good thing he has enough guts for the both of you....

“Say, you ever been skiing? Well, I was meant to go with a couple buddies of mind this weekend but they ditched me last minute. I was wondering if you wanted to come along instead? If you don’t it’s no sweat: It’d just be a shame to call it off completely, ya know?” Like you’d ever turn him down? 

- You warned him of your inexperience; or betted that you’d kick his ass in a race, before agreeing and asking for the specifics: praying that he couldn’t see your heart hammering in your chest as one of his rare smiles spread across his face. He gave you a time and told you he’d pick you up in his truck before the two of you said goodbye and parted ways. 

- And so, that following weekend, you found yourself sitting in the passenger side seat of his truck, clutching the thermoses of coffee/hot chocolate you; or both of you, made while listening to some country singer crooning along on the radio. You spent the rest of the day brushing snow from each others clothes, bundling each other up, and skiing until both of you were breathless and frost bitten; identical smiles plastered across each of your faces. 

- By the time you were driving back, the sun was setting into brilliant hues of orange and gold and the cool evening air was abandoned outside for the warm toasty heat of his truck. And, by the time you were exiting his vehicle, he’d already leaned over and connected your lips, kissing you softly as you leaned across his center console. 

- After you hopped out, he sat in front of your house for a moment and made sure you got inside safely, biting his lip as he smiled and bounced his leg excitedly. He drove off after your front door closed shut and headed home; hoping that the gang hadn't made too big a mess so that he could end his day just as perfectly as it had been since that morning. 

- Darry isn’t overly affectionate; especially when it comes to pda, but he is pretty touchy; mainly out of habit. He isn’t very lovey dovey but he’s constantly got his hands on you: tapping, pushing, picking you up; things like that. People might not see you kiss or hold hands but they do see how close you stand next to each other and the way that you’re almost always together whenever you’re out on the town. 

- That being said: he’s always a little scared that he’ll wind up hurting you; regardless of how careful he is when he touches you. He knows that he’s occasionally a bit too rough without meaning to be and he’s under the old fashioned belief that girls are a little more delicate than boys are so he’s always trying his best to be extra gentle and mindful of how hard he’s squeezing you. 

- He smacks your ass and I’m tired of pretending that he doesn’t. Most of the time it’s not even a conscious decision or an attempt to be erotic: it’s just the equivalent of him patting your shoulder; except he does that with his little brothers so he feels the need to modify it in order to feel less like your father.

- Shoulder kisses and kisses on the forehead and cheek. He usually pecks you in passing, like when he’s reaching around you for something in the kitchen, but he does it during a multitude of other situations as well. 

- When the two of you are alone, he tends to kiss you a lot more often and a lot slower than he does whenever the two of you are out in public or with the gang; he wants to avoid as many teasing comments from Two-bit as he can. He’s also; on occasion, much more energetic and playful, and a part of you wonders whether it’s a remnant of the person he was before his parents passed away....

- Early and late in the day are just about the only times when you’re fully alone and have your privacy so you always try to make them count. He’s a firm believer that he’ll have a good day/good dreams if he gets to kiss you before they happen. 

- Are you cuddling or are you being used as a mattress; the world may never know.... Seriously though, at least 50% of the time, he’s laying on top of you and using your stomach as a pillow because he needs to stretch his sore back but refuses to sleep on said back because he can’t snuggle with you nearly as successfully. When he hasn’t pulled a muscle then he’ll opt for spooning you; typically your side because you’ve gotten used to sleeping on your back, and you’ll have to nudge him awake whenever you need to get up because you aren’t able to slip out of his grasp while he’s still asleep. 

- Whenever you stay the night; especially in the beginning of your relationship, almost everyone in the gang tries to curiously sneak peaks at you while you’re still asleep in the morning and Darry has to tell them to knock it off while shepherding them away from the door with a roll of his eyes.

- “Baby” is his go to pet name, but when he’s teasing you, he’ll call you things like “little girl” or “sweetheart”. If you have a nickname/shortened version of your name then he’ll call you by that too; and most of the gang will follow in his footsteps or refer to you as Lois Lane. 

- Darry is definitely an “acts of service” kind of guy. He has trouble talking about his feelings and doesn’t have the money to buy you a bunch of expensive presents, but he does have the love in his heart to iron your clothes for you, make you breakfast, and drive you to work in the morning before he drives to his own.

- He keeps a photo of you in his car and wallet, stuffed into a compartment that no one will find because he doesn’t want the boys toying around with it and getting it dirty. You probably think you look ugly in it. He thinks you look beautiful.

- The two of you don’t really see each other a ton but you try to keep in touch as best as you can; usually by calling each other up whenever you have a couple minutes to spare. Sometimes it’s just to make plans or to say goodnight at the end of the day but the sentiment remains the same; you’re making the most of your situation and that’s all you can really do. 

- He stops by for a quick chat whenever he’s in the area during his lunch breaks. You also occasionally bring him lunch whenever you know where he’s working and want him to actually take care of himself.

- Cancelling a lot of plans because of his work schedule. Not getting your hopes up is just par for the course when you’re dating somebody who had to become a middle aged parent overnight.

- Dates are pretty subjective when it comes to your relationship. Most people wouldn’t consider staying in and cuddling or making dinner with each other a “real date” but the two of you do; mainly because neither of you have the money or the time to actually go out very often.

- Running errands together.

- Showering together to “save water”. You’re thankful that no ones home whenever you do because you can’t imagine what they’d be thinking if they heard you laugh and squeal behind the shut door; even though it’s actually just because he’s shaking his drenched head at you like a dog. 

- Working around each other in the bathroom while you try to get ready for the day/night.

- Giving him massages.

- Making sure he doesn’t push himself too hard; alongside Ponyboy and Soda.

- Complimenting his intelligence makes him contemplate knocking you up; plain and simple. Tell him you “don’t know how he does it” when he solves some math equation; especially as a college graduate, and he’ll jump you in a sexy little way as soon as he hears you.

- Everyone is always surprised when they see you teasing him; especially people who think of him as nothing but a rough and tuff greaser. He likes that you aren’t afraid of him; it isn’t often that he’s treated like a normal person so having you call him a joking name or claim that he’s losing muscle makes him smile.

- Speaking of: he’ll usually grab hold of you and haul you off the ground as he smiles and tells you to repeat yourself whenever you decide to mess with him; usually before telling you to say how good and handsome and smart he is and how much you love him before he agrees to put you down.

- Sometimes you wonder whether he’s flexing under your touch or not; if he really is that muscular underneath his clothes or if he’s just trying to show off. He does enough of that as it is: wearing tight shirts, lifting weights, picking you up for no real reason at all, etc. You wouldn’t put it past him; regardless of whether or not you actually enjoy it.

- You’ve definitely, at some point, convinced him to teach you some gymnastics like he did the rest of the gang and wound up spending hours outside as he tried his best to show you what you were doing and not get too distracted by your gym shorts. You did more falling than succeeding but it was still fun; especially when he lifted and threw you around like a bag of grapes.

- Going skiing and camping whenever the two of you can score a weekend alone together.

- He never really had an interest in books or movies until he got together with you and you spent your spare time explaining the plots of them to him while he sat down and relaxed. Films themselves may bore him to death but your voice and the smile on your face never does. He hangs onto every word you say and cherishes the nonsensical and roundabout way that you recount the events that occurred; regardless of how little sense you might actually be making while you talk. 

- I can’t deny the fact that I love the idea of Darry reconnecting with someone from his high school days; one that had a crush on him just as much as he did them. Like the two of you never really spoke in high school but talking with you makes him feel like a kid again and seeing you all dressed up reminds him of the prom he never managed to ask you to.

- You try your best to help him understand Ponyboy and give him a break every once in a while. You’re one of the few people he really listens to when they say to leave him alone; particularly when he’s just worried about him.

- When you first started dating, a part of you felt awkward about being around his brothers and how you were meant to fit into their dynamic so you sort of just kept your distance; not wanting to tread on anyone's toes. That all changed when you noticed there wasn’t any cake in the freezer and whipped one up while everyone was asleep so they had one to eat in the morning. It was immediately the “best thing they’d ever eaten” and they accepted you as one of their own the minute they saw you give a relieved smile; realizing then that your standoffish behavior was just you trying to be respectful.

- While the gang certainly does just think of you as a pretty girl and/or Darry’s girlfriend, they also think of you as a confidante, and you’d be surprised at the situations or conversations you’ve gotten yourself into because of it. Dally refuses to listen to you 90% of the time and acts nonchalant when you try to take care of him but when your back is turned he smiles to himself and buries down how good it feels to have someone in his life who’s looking out for him despite his hostility; same goes for everyone else in the gang.

- You sort of become the gangs “mom” by default; mainly because you can’t just take care of Ponyboy and Soda without including the other boys as well. You might be just as crazy as the rest of them but you try to be a good influence, and they respect you and treat you right because you’re “Darry’s” and you’re around all the time. 

- Being around them makes you wish you were born a boy sometimes and that’s just a fact. 

- It always surprises you when he flips his social switch and suddenly acts super polite; especially when you go from being with the gang to being with your parents. I’m convinced that they adore him because he made a great first impression and they think he’s got a good head on his shoulders; unaware of the fact that he spent the last ten minutes explaining to you that he was gonna crack Ponyboys skull open if he missed one more math assignment and subsequently “threatening” to spank you if you try and stop him. 

- Speaking of: the first time you introduced him to your parents, he may or may not have cried on the way home because he realized just how much he missed being seen as a son and not just a strict older brother. His voice was shaking when he asked if they liked him afterwards and you tried not to tear up yourself as he let out a breath and cleared a sob from his throat when you said they were probably gonna want him over every week from “now on”. 

- Quiet conversations when everyone else is in the other room or asleep. 

- Sometimes, you just can’t tell what he’s thinking and it bothers the hell out of you. You can’t help but feel like you’re doing something wrong; even if you’re just standing around, and you’ll whine as he insists it’s “nothing” with an amused smile.

- But, when it really comes down to it, you’re his rock and he’s yours. You’re the one person he can really confide in and break down to and he’s the same to you. If you need to bawl like a baby in someone's arms then he’s your guy; even if he’s sometimes at a loss for words about what he’s meant to say.

- He cools off a lot when you’re around; isn’t so perpetually stressed. He knows that you’re willing to help him and that you aren’t gonna leave him hanging so the weight that’s constantly on his shoulders tends to fade a bit.

- He’s a bit of a worrier so he’s constantly remembering little things that you tell him in passing and asking about them later on; like when you mention how you’ve been having headaches or trouble sleeping.

- He’s sort of like an overprotective parent: waiting up for you when you don’t get home on time and dragging a chair over so he can keep an eye on you when you’re sick. He might treat you like a kid sometimes but it’s only because he’s scared of losing someone else that he loves. 

- The only time Darry really gets jealous is when there’s Soc’s involved. He’s always been envious of them and the fact that he couldn’t be them so he’s always a bit worried that one day, one will come along and want you for themselves. A part of him reasons that if he had the chance to switch sides then he would, so why wouldn’t you?

- Protectiveness courses through his veins. The minute he feels like he needs to be, his chest puffs out and his eyes go stormy and he moves himself in front of you so the person quite literally has to go through him to get to you. Most of the time, people are too scared to even bother you; knowing that the two of you are together, so you’re more or less left alone. 

- The two of you bicker and fight every now and again but he really makes an effort to avoid having arguments with you. He just can’t stand it when you’re mad at him and he feels like you spend so little time with each other as it is that it’s a waste to be upset with each other over little things; at least for any real length of time. 

- Darry isn’t the most understanding person in the world but when he realizes that he’s hurt you, he bucks up and apologizes. And, occasionally, the boys will come over to your place and explain that Darry’s really taking it hard and that you “know he’s real sorry, right?” and your resolve will weaken until you’re ready to finally talk. 

- That being said, if there’s one thing he hates more than hurting you, it’s being ignored by you. It’s one thing to have you mad at or avoiding him but because you’re so close to the rest of the gang, you don’t always keep your distance, even when you’re set on ignoring him. He’ll watch as you talk with Ponyboy and pay him no mind and he’ll think that you’re being childish but will also understand; hoping that you’ll take pity on him eventually and extend an olive branch when you’re done torturing him. 

- He doesn’t tell you that he loves you very often but if you get him while he’s still half asleep, he’ll say it without thinking and you’ll start/end your day on a high note. Most of the time, he shows instead of tells so try not to stress over his limited declarations of adoration. 

- Darry’s intent on going somewhere: he doesn’t want to be stuck in a dead end roofing job for the rest of his life; killing himself for peanuts while saving every penny he makes. He wants to make something of himself and he wants to bring you along with him: hopefully to get married and live in peace for once....

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Something I love about Leo is that, canonically, he IS capable of cooking, he’s just completely incapable of using a toaster. He’s banned from the kitchen not out of an inability to make edible food, but because being within six feet of a toaster causes the poor appliance to spontaneously combust.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt headcanons #rise leo #all Leos mortal enemy: toasters #side note but thinking about this aspect of Leo’s character really has me wanting to make a deeper dive into Leo as a Jack of All Trades #because he has aspects of this all throughout the series #where he can do many things he’s just not the best at it #like he can cook but he’s no Mikey #he can - canonically - rewire an *AI PROGRAM* but it goes very wrong #he can lift both Mikey and Raph simultaneously but he struggles to do so where his other brothers don’t even break a sweat #bro is a Jack of All Trades Master of None frfr #and Leo is even more interesting with this in mind because he uses what he CAN do so well #it’s like how he can see his family’s strengths and weaknesses and knows exactly how they work #his skill set is made way better simply by his personal USE of those skills not by the skills themselves #portals and teleportation are only op if you know how to weaponize them #given time he ABSOLUTELY could #okay I shut up now this was supposed to be about toasters #but yeah all the boys have a bunch of skills under their belts outside the typical ones #but Leo stands out to me for having skills his other brothers have but to a much lesser degree in a lot of cases #and he works with what he has so well that that is a skill in itself

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I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this, I also have a darry smut coming out soon. My request box is always open!! Love you guys<3

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❥ You met eachother while he fixed your roof, which your family helped you pay for.

❥ You kept making excuses to come outside and talk to him.

"Hey, Darry" you yelled out to make sure he could hear you from the roof. He responded with a loud "yea?" I smiled at his voice. "I made you lemonade and homemade pretzels.

❥ You started to invite him inside the house and talk more

❥ You were highly upset when he finished your roof, you knew you would miss him.

❥ He asked you out on his last day because he took so much interest in you.

❥ You both wanting to take it slow, because he had his brothers to look out for.

❥ Meeting Soda and Pony, and them taking a liking to you.

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

Darry gave a sad chuckle as he finished a story about the time his parents bought him his first bike. "They sound amazing, Dare" you gave him a loving smile before a tears ran down his cheeks. "They were. I just really miss them sometimes."

You nodded and brought him in for a hug. Once the hug ended, his lips found their way to your forehead, kissing it softly. "Thank you for coming with me."

❥ Trying to keep a serious face when he lectures Pony over the silliest things.

"Ponyboy, how many times do I have to tell you...you can't leave your stuff anywhere. You left your book on the floor and Soda slipped on it." You truly tried to hold it in, but once he said Soda fell, you lost it. Wheezes came out as you tried to control yourself. You were met with the eyes of shocked and mildly offended Darry as he stared.

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

❥ He will fix anything for you. He basically refuses to ever let you hire a maintenance man because he claims he can do it.

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

"Since when did any of us like Pringles, Darry?" Pony asked with a face of pure confusion. Darry grabbed the can of salty crisps from his hand "Y/n likes them, tell the rest of the boys not to eat them either" Pony nodded to his older brother, smiling at the fact that he cares enough about you to do that.

❥ Random slow dancing when you guys get bored. It seems cheesy to others but it makes you guys feel like the only people in the room.

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

❥ You running your hands along his abs under his shirt when you guys sit together.

❥ You two always making sure Johnny is safe and taken care of.

❥ Him promising that he will put a ring on your finger one day.

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❥ He loves any physical marks on you both. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches make him go crazy.

❥ He loves how much bigger he is so he can bend and take you how he needs to easily.

❥ Is strong enough to keep/hold your hips down while he eats you out and overstimulates you.

“Im gonna cum!” I panted out for the second time tonight. My hips bucked up into Darrys face again, as continued too suck my throbbing clit through my high. Two hands snaked around my thighs, making he secure as he continued. “Give me a couple more, hon”

❥ Will not cum until you have at-least once because he puts you first.

❥ Takes his stress out in the best ways, the bedroom

❥ Burys his face in your neck and moans when he cums.

❥ Grabs your chin to force eye contact when you can't look at him.

"Look at me, baby." Darrys fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your head was over his shoulder and tucked into his neck, trying not moan out loudly. "Please-" your words were cut off when you felt his hand on your chin, making you look him. "You look so pretty like this. Keep looking at me, just like that." His words made you whimper, grinding into his thick fingers.

❥ Loves to cum on your ass after taking you from behind.

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

❥ Holds your hips and bounces you up-down when you get tired when riding him.

"Fuck, Darry!" you panted out, grinding your hips down on him. "Im tired, Dar" your movements came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath. "I gotchu, hon. I always do." His large hands came to your hips and slowly moved you up and down on his cock. "Faster please" you moaned out as your hands came down to steady yourself. "There you go, baby. Such a good girl for me"

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