Hiii! Could I request The Outsiders gang and their reactions to the reader saying "I love you"? Thanks for considering!!!! 🪐
of course I can !! I did assume it was saying I love you for the first time so I hope that's okay !^^; [please ignore that I'm so behind on asks okay mwah mwah <33]
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order for anon: the gang and the first " I love youd" from the reader pt.1 maybe??
genre: fluff and hurt/comfort
warnings:jail time on dallas, mentions of alcohol in twobits
characters: darry, dally, pony, and johnny
darry worked his ass off almost everyday. so phone calls on breaks were a routine for the both of you. you'd be at home doing a hobby or on a break of your own while darry listened in , barely talking more than a sentence while listening to your voice.
" --and he marked the question wrong anyways !! what a prick- "
he chuckled, invisioning you pacing around angrily while complaining about the professor you hated.
" if you need an intimidating hunk to scare him off , you know where to find me "
you cackled , almost forgetting why you were so angry in the first place , " this is why I love you dar "
he was ecstatic , smiling ear to ear like a lovesick baboon. he cockily babbled out" not so bad yourself, y'know " which had both of you laughing right from the belly.
" unfortunately I have to get back to uh- work but- you free tonight ? "
" pick me up at 7 dar , wherever you wanna go " and with a childish grin you hung up before he could even tell you those three words back
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dallas walked with pride, head up and chest out like he wasn't just released from jail early for behaving himself.
ring being tossed up and down in his dominant hand as he strutted towards you, smiling expectantly. " miss me ? "
" who ? the idiot that got caught ? " your head tilted, wary of the heat coming from his motorcycle he left in your care while locked up.
" yeah, you missed me " he pecked your cheek, slipping the ring into your hand, and sitting shotgun on the bike in one motion.
you snickered, sliding your arms around him and whispering into his shoulder, " I love you dumb criminal. "
he pat your hand on his stomach, glancing back with softness for the smallest second before riding off to God knows where.
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johnny was overjoyed, only a little embarrassed at the fact he came running to show you the silly thing. he'd finally aced a science test, getting to graduate the grade with pony.
he'd already showed the boys while you were working and came to your house as soon as you got off.
you stood in front of him, confused. he didn't seem hurt physically at all, and usually when he leaves home he stays in the lot or with the curtis' boys.
" what's wrong johnny? "he smiled, practically shoving the paper in your face.
" hold on boy, I can't read that close " you took it, taking a second for your exhausted eyes to cooperate and read.
" johnny that's amazing! I told you you could do it! " you hugged him, practically crushing the boy as he laughed.
" thank you, the boys are waiting for me, I was gonna invite you but you look exhausted, "
you chuckled, waving him off, " no biggie, go have fun and tell me about it later "
he beamed, running off your porch in a jog before he turned around, " love you johnny, "
he chuckled, cheeks tinting red and sheepishly he yelled back, " love you too, "
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" I hate math so much, " you sighed, slumping face first into ponyboy's desk.
you heard him snicker from his spot on the bed, amused at your frustration, " it's not that bad, "
" remember when dallas thought I was sneaking up behind him and socked me in the mouth? "
" yeah, you almost passed out, "
" I'd rather do that another five times than math, "
he sighed, feigning annoyance while leaning on his forearms, " if I do it for you will you shut up about it? "
you nodded, grinning wide " my hero! I love you so much! "
he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks bright red, " you're out of your mind, "
trying to move past it , he sat next to you , attempting to ignore his flustered state by doing work, when you pecked him quickly on the cheek
" love you too pone , "
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