Ponboy:

For him- Pone, hone
For you- sweets or sweetie

Meaning
You two loved sugar and sweet things, so when it came to nicknames, you picked what came natural. They turned out to be the sweetest of them all.

~

"Pone!" you whispered.

"Yes sweetie?" Pony whispered back. You two were in the library studying.

"We've studied for like two hours. You wanna get outta here and go hang out with Johnny? Or hang out with like ourselves?" You laughed a bit and looked at him, resting your face on some closed books. He closed his notebooks and smiled at you. She's perfect.

"Sounds amazing, sweets."

Sodapop:

For him- Sods, baby
For you- doll

Meaning
Your nicknames didn't really have a meaning behind them. To be perfectly honest, it was just a "whatever came to mind" kind of thing. Soda often heard celebrities or movie characters call their loved ones "doll," so he just started calling you that because you two had a movie star relationship (in a good way). You called him "baby" for practically the same reason. Coincidence? No one really knew. You two had practically the same brain sometimes.

~

Soda opened his drawer to find his favorite red flannel missing. He sighed.

"Doll! Did you take my flannel again?" he yelled.

".....no!" came the response. He walked over to where you were, the Curtis kitchen. You saw him and hurriedly tried to cover up that you were wearing the flannel at the moment. "Sods...I will return it I promise!" He smiled.

"S'ok doll. You look good in it. Love you," he said and grabbed your waist. He kissed your forehead sweetly, then kissed your lips.

"Love you too baby."

Darry:

For him- Dar, superman,
For you- supergal or honey

Meaning
Darry had always been "superman" to the gang, but he liked it especially when you called him it. It showed him that you trusted him and saw him as your protectors from "evil forces" like the Socs. Because he always saw you as a strong and intelligent person, he sometimes called you "supergirl." Mostly he liked to call you "honey" because it was a sweet thing "married couples called each other that." Yes, that was his explanation.

~

"Honey! Can you help me with this spaghetti?" Darry said to the living room. You ruffled Pony's hair quickly and then ran to the kitchen before he could tackle you.

"Ha! Too slow, track boy!" you cheered before lookijg at Darry. "Hey Super, whadda need help with?" Darry gave you two plates of spaghetti.

"Can you put these out, Super?" he said, using the same name teasingly. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sure Dar," you said. He grinned as you walked out.

"PONY! SODA! DINNER!"

"Geez, (Y/N)! We're right here!" Soda said with a wince. You were loud.

"Oh yeah...oops." Darry shook his head with a chuckle. Man, was he lucky.

Dally:

For him- Dals, Tex or Texas
For you- princess

Meaning
Yes, you gave him the nickname Texas because his name was Dallas. Yes, it was cheesy. And yes, he loved it, even though he didn't say that to you aloud. At first, you called him "cowboy," but he didn't really like it (as you could tell from the frowns), so you changed it. On occasion, if you were mad or trying to make a point, you would call him Dallas. You were truly to be feared then. Dally, on the other hand, called you "princess." There was no complicated reason, just that, in his eyes, you were one: beautiful, smart, and regal (in a Greaser sort of way).

~

"Mornin', princess." You opened your eyes and turned over to look at him. Currently, you had just woken up from an unannounced nap. You rubbed your eyes.

"Oh sorry, Tex, did I fall asleep on you?" You yawned. He nodded with a slight smile.

"It's ok, princess. I fell asleep too," he said. You shifted on the bed. You two had just been reading together, and apparently, you had fallen asleep. Yes, Dallas Winston read. Huge surprise. Well, to most people.

"Ok well, thanks for reading me to sleep, Dal," you grinned. He rolled his eyes and pulled you into a kiss. "You are a very comfortable pillow," you remarked. He shrugged. You sat up and yawned again. "Ok, I'm gonna go shower. Stay here." He kissed you one more time.

"Or....I could go in with you...."

"No. Not right now."

"Princess...."

"No puppy dog eyes, Dallas." Aaaaaand that was his cue to stop. He grinned.

"Fine." He laid back down and watched you go into the bathroom. She's perfect.

Johnny:

For him- Johnnycake, cakes
For you- angel or angelcake

Meaning
The gang had came up with the nickname Johnnycake. However, the person who used it most was you. You thought it was absolutely adorable and perfectly matched Johnny. He didn't really mind; it was you! You sometimes called him cakes, which made him blush. Like a lot. In turn, he called you "angelcake" which derived from the nickname "angel." That's what you were: his guardian angel. You always saved him from his abusive household and problems. But he loved calling you "angelcake." THAT made you blush A LOT. You two were a blushy couple.

~

"Hey Johnnycake!" (Y/N) ran and gave Johnny a huge hug. He hugged her back tightly and then kissed her cheek with a slight blush.

"Aww the cake couple are here!" Soda said with a grin. The gang had started calling them the "cake couple" because of their nicknames for each other, not so much because of the actual food. (Y/N) rolled your eyes a bit.

"How're you today, angel?" Johnny asked softly. He always was nervous around her whenever there were other gang members. Well, more "embarrassed." It was his first relationship after all. She shrugged.

"Parents are being asses again. Life is hard. But I'm a greaser, and I got the best boyfriend in the world," she ended with a smile. Johnny blushed some more.

"Aw thank you angelcake," he said. Now it was her turn to blush. Johnny gazed at her. She was so beautiful and spunky and always knew how to cheer him up. She was incredible.

"You're very welcome, cakes. Wanna watch Mickey?" She gestured to the TV. He nodded and they sat together on the couch, snuggling and enjoying each other's presence.

Two-Bit:

For him- Two, Mickey or Mick
For you- Minnie or Min

Meaning
This one was pretty self- explanatory. He loved Mickey, so of course you would start calling him Mickey or Mick if you were feeling more lazy than usual. You lived Mickey as much as Two did, so it wasn't a big deal. Because of this, he started to call you Minnie or Min. To him, you were his perfect gal: a Minnie to his Mickey, a match made in heaven. Well, Disney heaven? He wasn't sure. Whatever the case, you were perfect for him and he for you.

~

You came back with a beer for Two who was on the couch intently gazing at the TV screen where Mickey Mouse was catching a ride on a truck full of bales of hay.

"Hey Mick? Got your drink," you said handing him the glass.

"Thanks Minnie," he said with a grateful smile. You say down and laid your head onto his shoulder. It was a Saturday morning, and you two had absolutely nothing on the agenda. A perfect Saturday morning.

"Whadda wanna do today, Two?" you asked after a bit. He shrugged.

"Curtis' later, then walk around? What do you wanna do, Min?" he asked back.

"That sounds good to me," you replied. "Sounds perfect."

"You're as amazing as Mickey Mouse, ya know?" Two said. He kissed you. It tasted like beer and cake, a signature taste from him.

"Mhm, and you're as amazing as Darry's chocolate cake," you said with a grin.

"Why thank you!"

Steve:

For him- babe
For you- hots

Meaning
No one was surprised when these nicknames came up. In fact, they came quite early in the relationship. You and Steve both loved each other for your personality traits and heart and love and etc etc, but to be honest, he really thought that you were hot. Like smoking. He didn't always say this (ok sure he did a bit), but he loved your body. Not just your butt or anything, but also your eyes and smile. The little things no one noticed that made you drop dead gorgeous. You called him "babe" because that was what the movies did. To you, he was your movie star boyfriend, a perfectly sculpted and created human being. Sure he was kind and loving, but those abs though.

~

"Babe!!!!!" you screamed. Steve came running through the hallway, distraught.

"WHAT?! WHAT'S WRONG
(Y/N)?! WHO DIED?! ARE YOU HURT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" He stopped for a breath. You shakily punted to the small (ish) spider on the ground.

"Babe! Kill it! Ahhhhhhh! It's alive! It's moving! It's coming towards me! Hurry!" You closed your eyes with disgust and fear.

"Hey hots? It's dead. Just killed it." You opened your eyes to see Steve raising his eyebrow at you. "Seriously? A spider?" You shuddered.

"What?! They're creepy as heck and they crawl and bite and ughhhhhhhhhh....." You shuddered again. "Thank you for killing it, babe."

"No problem, hots. But I thought you were dying."

"I was!"

"Uh huh."

"Judge me all you want, Steve Randle. I'm afraid of spiders and bugs and that's that."

"Whatever you say, hots."

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