#I was in love with her when I read soc too but it’s been a long time

[callme-holly]

Hii!! I love your blog <3 Can I request a Johnny Cade x fem!reader who’s a soc but is really nice to him and the gang? I prefer if they met in school!

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮…" [𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - not entirely sure how I feel about this... it's a little all over the place and I apologise for that but, hey, I tried. I might revisit it in the future and edit it. Not proof-read!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 2.1k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing, Dally being Dally, and Johnny Cade being a total sweetheart <33

You were the last person Johnny Cade expected to find himself falling for. 

You were everything that he wasn’t; gentle, pure, honest. You stuck to the right side of the tracks, never looking for any sort of trouble or conflict, content with what you knew was right and proper. You had money and a place to call home,  parents who cared for you, and, most importantly, you had your whole life laid out in front of you on a silver platter. You were everything Dally had instructed Johnny to avoid in a girl, telling him that he'd only wind up getting hurt if he associated himself with you. 

“You'd be better off without her, man,” Dally had warned, a cigarette between his lips as he fumbled with his lighter. “Girls like that only want one thing and once they’ve got it, they kick ya to the curb and leave ya to the dogs.” 

Johnny frowned, breaking his gaze away from where he had been watching you instead of the movie being projected onto the screen in front of him. The way you smiled and the way your head tipped back when you laughed... it was all so perfect to him. It seemed impossible that someone like you would do such a thing, and Johnny told his buddy just that. 

Dally had laughed at him, earning a few harsh glares from the people sitting around them. 

“She's a soc, Johnny,” Dally said, voice quieting down as he took a drag from his cigarette. “She doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.” 

“Yeah,” Johnny mumbled, picking absently at his nails. “You're probably right…”

Dallas scoffed. “Probably? I am right, man,” He nodded to the movie, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him. “Now, eyes on the screen. I didn't sneak you in here for you to just stare at some broad. You fall for her, you’re gonna get your feelings hurt.” 

But it was already too late, and Johnny couldn't take his eyes off of you as you moved past him in the halls to get to your locker. You looked perfect and he was so transfixed by you that he hardly noticed the group of socs approaching him until one of them grabbed a hold of his shoulder, their grasp a little harder than was probably necessary. 

The touch was enough to make Johnny jump, and his attention was quickly drawn away from you and to the boys surrounding him. 

“You got a staring problem, grease?” One of them asked gruffly, his face twisted into an unpleasant scowl. Johnny recognized him as one of the boys who had given Dally a rough time a little while back; apparently he still hadn't learned his lesson. 

He shook his head, eyes flicking down to his beat up converse. “Nah,” he murmured quietly, shifting uneasily from foot to foot as the boys loomed over him, circling him the same way a group of vultures would a dying animal.  They looked as though they could rip him apart, tear him limb from limb right in front of the entire school, not caring who saw them or what consequences they would face, if any at all. 

Johnny shivered, suddenly feeling very cold and very out of place. He stood up a little straighter. “I’m good, really.” He looked anywhere but them. “No problem here…” 

The boys snickered. The one holding his arm tightened his grip even more, leaning closer to him. “If there's no problem then why are you staring at my girl, huh?” 

Johnny froze. “Y-your girl?”

“Yep,” The guy smirked, his teeth bared in a grin that was anything but friendly and Johnny wanted nothing more than to turn and flee.  

Footsteps caught his attention, a new sound to add to the din of the hall, and he lifted his head up, expecting to see another soc ready to give him hell… But, what he found instead was you, a frown gracing your features, hands placed firmly on your hips. 

“Let him go.” 

Your tone left no room for arguments and the boys all paused, sharing glances between them, before the first one released Johnny, sending the dark-haired greaser stumbling backwards with an unceremonious shove and a look of pure disgust. 

Johnny stood frozen, watching you carefully as you stalked towards him. The boys made way for you easily, stepping aside with a mocking bow of respect before walking away, casting wary glances towards you as you neared. 

The dark haired boy swallowed, trying hard not to shrink beneath your gaze. It felt wrong for someone like you to be standing up for someone like him, and he hated that he was somehow deserving of your kindness. 

“You okay?” Your soft concern broke through the haze of fear that clouded his mind, making his shoulders sag in relief.

He nodded slowly, heart thudding in his chest as your gaze softened a little more. The way your brow crinkled as you watched him only served to remind him how gone he truly was for you. God, what was he thinking? A pretty girl like you wouldn't dare look twice at some scrawny, no good greaser like himself. 

Your hand reached out and he barely registered you touching him before he jumped again at the sudden contact, causing you to recoil almost instantly, your arm dropping to your side. Your eyes widened in surprise, and Johnny tried not to wince at the sight. 

“Sorry,” You mumbled, turning away and shuffling your feet nervously. “I-”

“No, no.” He quickly interjected, trying desperately to salvage whatever small amount of dignity he might have left. “It's fine... ya just startled me…” He trailed off, unable to continue on after his blunder. The words sounded lame, even to his own ears, and he felt his cheeks flush red in embarrassment. He was making himself look like a complete fool in front of you, and he hoped beyond hope that he hadn’t scared you off. 

You bit your lip, nodding silently. 

“You sure?” You asked tentatively, and Johnny gave you a smile despite his best efforts.

“Yeah, man, don't worry 'bout it.” 

Silence stretched between the two of you, and Johnny was almost afraid to speak in case he said something wrong, something stupid. You were beautiful, but what was he supposed to say to someone like you? He didn't know how to interact with you. Hell, he was fairly certain you didn't even know his name. How pathetic was that? 

He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, looking down at his shoes once more, finally opening his mouth to say something, anything, however, you beat him to it. 

“You hang around with Dallas Winston, don’t you?” 

Johnny gave a slow nod in response, unsure on what Dally had to do with all of this. Had he said something to you? God, please say he hadn’t told you anything… 

You let out a small hum, glancing down at your own shoes and then back up. “You don't seem like the type to hang out with guys like him. You're too nice.”

Johnny blinked. “Nice?” He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “You don't even know me... For all you know, I might be as bad as Dally.” 

You laughed softly. “Maybe, maybe not.” Your expression grew more serious as you spoke, eyes locked on his. “But something tells me there’s more to you than people make out.” 

Johnny stared blankly at you, not really knowing what to say in response. There didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind your words and the softness with which you said it filled him with a strange sense of comfort. He wondered briefly if you were making fun of him, mocking him for his background, besides, you were you. You had no right to be talking to someone like Johnny Cade. He was practically a nobody in the grand scheme of things; he couldn't possibly compare to the other Socs in terms of looks. He wasn't rich, or popular... he was just... plain old Johnny.

And yet you were still standing up for him…

Before he could dwell on it any longer, the bell rang overhead, cutting the tension between the both of you short, and you glanced upwards, catching Johnny’s eye once more.

“I should go…” Your tone was hesitant, and he nodded once more, biting his lower lip.

“Right..”

For a moment, you just looked at each other, and he wondered whether he'd ever get the chance to talk to you again. Would you even spare him the time of day after this? Probably not.

He watched as you turned on your heel, starting back towards your locker before abruptly stopping and spinning around once more.

“I'll see you around, Johnny Cade.” And with one final smile in his direction, you were gone, swept up into the crowd of rowdy high schoolers that flooded the halls, leaving Johnny alone. 

The greaser stood stock still, breath caught in his throat, as a small tentative smile crept its way onto his face. 

She knew his name... 

After that first encounter, it became near impossible for you to avoid Johnny Cade. 

It seemed that wherever you went, he was there too, and before you knew it, the pair of you had formed what could only be described as a sort of strange friendship. He always managed to find you, no matter the place, and when he needed to escape from his family for a little while, he found himself going to you. You didn’t mind, of course, in fact, you quite enjoyed being around him. He was calm, grounded, respectful; you appreciated that about him as much as anything else. He seemed to open up to you too. He would go on for hours about his friends and how he loved them more than his real family, how his parents seemed to never stop arguing, and how the Socs treated him inside and outside of school. He confided in you about his problems, sometimes crying, sometimes getting so angry that you were forced to hold him close until he calmed down, whispering soft words of reassurance to him as he sobbed into your shoulder. 

He trusted you, not because you were kind and gentle, but because he could tell by your eyes that you genuinely cared for him and that scared him. What could you possibly see in someone like him? Was he even worth anyone's affection? Why did you waste your time worrying about him and wanting to help him? How could anyone care about someone so worthless?

The first person he had mentioned you to was Ponyboy. He had told him everything once night at the lot  and, although he had tried, his friend was unable to hide the surprise written across his face.

“Wait, so all those times you've been missing from group hangouts... are they all because you've been with her?”

Johnny nodded curtly, refusing to meet Pony's gaze. “I really like her,” he confessed quietly, “She makes me, I dunno, happy.” 

And it was then that Ponyboy Curtis knew that you may not be as bad as he’d thought. He wasn't blind. Johnny had looked happier these past few weeks, smiling more often and laughing more loudly. He didn't miss the look on the greaser’s face as you walked by, didn't miss the way his eyes light up and his lips quirk up into a smile. He was in love with you and Ponyboy  was going to everything he could to convince Johnny to confess to you.

A few weeks later, he had succeeded. It had taken a lot of work and a lot of coaxing on dear old Sodapop’s behalf, but he had finally managed to make Johnny ask you on a date. It had been awkward, and Johnny had almost backed out, but he found that it was worth every second for the smile that had graced your features when you'd finally agreed to go to the movies with him later that night. He could have cried on the spot, eyes sparkling with excitement as he smiled shyly at you. 

Needless to say, it had come as a major shock to everyone when Johnny had shown up at the Curtis' doorstep one Sunday evening, your finger linked with his, looking every bit like an excited puppy. 

They were wary of you as you introduced yourself, Dally glaring daggers at you from his spot on the floor, but Johnny didn't seem to notice, dragging you over to the couch to sit with him. The gang had never seen their friend so content, so utterly relaxed as he was now, and as you struck up conversation with Steve and Two-bit they couldn’t help but soften a little towards you. Sure, you were a soc, someone who they never thought would end up sitting on the Curtis' couch, holding hands with Johnny Cade, but if  he was happy, well, they weren't exactly complaining. 

Besides, what's one more member to their little dysfunctional family? 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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

[thewulf]

Don't Cry || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - In that, you mentioned Dally and Two-Bit walking the reader home and I had a request idea I wanted to send you. Could you write a Dallas Winston x reader where reader is a little younger than him but he’s really protective of her??... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh these Outsiders requests are so much fun! I'm writing them so quick. Fresh inspo is so much fun. Thank you for the request and hope you enjoy! @fluentmoviequoter

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.0k +

TW: knifes, knife cutting, blood, crying, yelling

You’d known Dallas Winston for a long time. Not your whole life but it felt like it. He was always a constant in your life. Your relationship was always a weird one with the Winston boy. You could joke all day long in the confines of the house but as soon as you left it he wanted nothing to do with you. Like he was embarrassed of you. Little did you know he was just trying to keep your squeaky-clean reputation intact. For you might’ve hung, lived with and been around greaser’s but you weren’t one really. You were a greaser by association. Dally always said you were far too kind, too pure for this lifestyle so he tried his hardest to keep you as far away as he could.

It wasn’t easy when you gave him those pleading looks outside the Curtis residence to just acknowledge your presence. He tried his best not to cave. Not even when all he wanted to do was laugh about something stupid Ponyboy or Sodapop did. But you couldn’t be seen with him out and about so casually. Then the Soc’s would start to target you. He didn’t know what he was quite capable of at the thought of somebody hurting you. As he got to know you and the Curtis after moving to Tulsa he swore he’d protect you day and night. He wouldn’t let a pretty little hair on your pretty little head get touched.

He'd decided early on when he met you, he was ten and you were eight, that he was going to get you tough. He was going to be hard on you, not too hard though. If you were going to grow up a greaser then you needed to know how to defend yourself. He spent the next eight years teaching you, training you, protecting you. He didn’t realize when it happened but slowly he stopped looking at you like a younger sister. Those protective feelings went far deeper than familial love. No, he actually loved you. He’d fallen in love with the one person he really shouldn’t have fallen for. Darry would skin him alive if he knew. Soda would beat him into oblivion. Pony would tell him how disappointed he was in some sort of poetic way that went over his head. He knew he just had to keep these growing feelings quiet. For your sake. You didn’t need to deal with him or his endless amounts of baggage. Even if he could see how attached you had grown to him too.

To say your relationship had grown confusing and chaotic over the years had been an understatement. Even Darry had picked up on some of the awkward tension that seemed to pop up out of nowhere when the two of you were left alone. Soda caught onto the longing gazes Dally would throw your way. He even caught you a few times doing the same to him. Pony wasn’t blind either. He was your very best friend and confidant. Whenever the conversation of Dallas Winston came up you shied away. Scared of letting something loose on accident. All the brothers knew there was something there they just didn’t know if and what would happen.

After your parents had died he’d been there for all of you but especially you. You’d taken it the hardest. Your mom was your favorite person and she just disappeared one day. You were lost and had to rely on teenage boys to guide you through it all. Your parents had nobody they could fall back on to take care of you. Thank goodness for Dally. He’d quite literally pulled you out of the depression you’d slipped into by just being there. Helping you. Asking for nothing in return. That’s when you fell in love. He’d shown you his true colors under the layers and layers to Dallas Winston. Under it all he was there for you and promised to never leave. And you knew he'd keep that promise, you just knew it.

Slowly the months ticked by and you’d gotten back to normal. Going out with friends and boys. Dallas watching you like a hawk whenever you went on dates with guys he knew were nothing compared to you. But he decided not to say a word and let you live your life. It was worth seeing the smile come back to life after seeing you so sad for too long. Seeing you happy was worth it all.

So, when Ponyboy asked you to accompany him on a Paul Newman special at the movie theatre you couldn’t refuse him. He was so excited about seeing the film you could hardly imagine saying no to him. You’d always enjoyed the movies too so it was hardly a tough sell on his part.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a Saturday. Maybe if Dally was there to accompany you. But you couldn’t admit that. If you did then everything would change. Who knows what Darry would do to Dally. How Soda would treat him. This could get weird, and you hated weird. You’d rather keep it normal even if it meant having to keep him as a friend.

“Which one did you like better?” Pony asked once the two of you had left the theatre. He placed his hands in his pockets giving you a quizzical look. The two of you waked slowly along the cracking road that needed some serious repairs. Your head spun towards the street seeing a car full of Soc’s roll up chipping at Ponyboy about something, ignoring you completely. Even though you were over a year older than him Pony stood much taller than you. He pushed you behind his back as he yelled back at the boys. You tugged at the back of his shirt letting him know it was time to go. It wasn’t smart to get chippy with five of them in the car. They outnumbered the two of you and you were rather useless in a fight.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you across the street. After a moment of walking along the residential road you answered him, “The Hustler was far better Gidget Goes to Rome. Paul Newman really is a mastermind.”

He smirked bobbing his head in agreement, “Thought you’d say that.”

You feigned offense at that statement, “Am I that predictable Ponyboy Curtis?” You raised your eyebrows as you walked along the dirt path. The theatre wasn’t far from home thankfully. Maybe just over a mile. A twenty-minute walk or so.

“No. I just know you I guess dear sister.”

You smiled at your younger brother. Even since your parents had passed you’d taken on the nurturing role for him and even Soda more recently. Darry had none of it though. You’d grown close to your two brothers since their death’s. Darry kept his distance trying to do his best to raise you instead of letting you help him. He was trying to take on the role of your father without even asking if that’s the three of you wanted. But you didn’t dare question him.

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, “That you do Ponyboy. You know me better than anybody else.” You spotted a vehicle fast approaching from behind the two of you as you went in for a hug.

Your eyes widened seeing the same Mustang before barreling towards you, “We gotta run.” You grabbed his arm and started sprinting down the road. Pony was faster, so much faster than you, so he tried to drag you along only ending up tripping you in the process. They caught up in their Mustang an instant. He stood in front of you as you scrambled to your feet.

You gulped as the five boys got out of the car walking towards you, “Get out of here.” Pony tried to sound tough, but you heard the waver in your younger brothers voice.

One of them flipped a blade open. Your eyes shot wide open as you grabbed his shirt trying to tug him away. But they were faster as one of them tugged on your arm pulling you to the ground in front of Pony. You let out a scream trying to draw the greasers attention a few houses down. Hopefully they were hanging out outside like they usually were. Drinking beers or some shit.

“Darry! Soda!” You yelled as Pony as was taken down to the ground with you. He tried to let out a few calls for help but was muffled by something being shoved in his mouth.

“Shut her up.” One of them said, Randy maybe? You’d recognized him as the one with the redhead from school.

And before you knew it that same blade was placed right to your throat, “Pretty little things got a mouth on her huh? Maybe this’ll quite you down.” The overly-cologne scented Soc smirked as he pressed the blade across your throat drawing yet another yell right from you. He cut you. He really cut you.

Before you knew it they were running away. Your brothers and friends had heard you and Ponyboy yelling and came running right to your defense. It was only a little over a minute you were down on the ground, but that minute made you tremble. You’d never been so dominated like that in your life.

You looked down shocked at everything that had just happened. You’d felt the blood trickling down your neck more so than throbbing of the slice the Soc had given to you. Darry pulled you up from the ground, so you were sitting at eye level with his crouched form. After a moment of him holding the handkerchief up to your neck he finally spoke, “They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?” His voice was low. He was pissed. You knew you were in trouble later on once everything had settled.

You shook your head afraid to look at your older brother, “No, I’m fine.” You whispered afraid of what he might say next.

Ponyboy made his way over to you, crouching down next to Darry, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t…”

You stopped him, “It’s fine Pony. I’m okay really. Just a cut.” A small smile wavered over your face trying your best to reassure him.

Darry scoffed hating how you were playing this off so casually. Like his kid sister hadn’t gotten a knife pulled on her. Like you hadn’t gotten cut by that very same knife. It was every nightmare he had coming to light right in his backyard. At least the two of you had gotten that far before being attacked.

“Hey, Y/N.” Soda spoke after running up. His face dropped seeing the blood running down your neck, “Did they pull a blade on you?” He put his hands on your shoulders so he could get a better look.

Your face flushed with embarrassment seeing all of your brothers eyes right on you. Turning away you couldn’t take Soda’s intense gaze, “Yeah.”

He pulled your head back towards him, “Hey kid, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. Come on.” Grabbing your hand, he hoisted you to your feet with ease. Darry gave you one last quick look before he grabbed Pony by the arm. You gulped knowing Darry was going to have it in for him. You needed to talk to your older brother about being so hard on Pony. It was just an accident after all. It wasn’t your fault the Paul Newman films kept the two of you in deep conversation not seeing the Mustang until it was too late.

Dally only interrupted you and Soda once Darry had pulled Pony ahead. He needed to make sure that his favorite Curtis sibling was okay. A minor wave of panic rang through his body seeing you pushed to the ground next to Pony with those boys had their filthy Soc hands on you. Rage washed over him as he kicked the side of the fancy car when they fled away from the scene.

Dallas’s eyes scanned over you with concern only stopping when he saw the trail of blood rolling down your neck, “What the hell is that? Did they cut you?” He took a step closer, grabbing at your face with a delicate touch. Almost as if he was afraid he’d hurt you further if he grasped on too tightly.

“Jesus, Curtis. What’d I tell you about defending yourself?” He gave your cheek a soft squeeze before dropping his hand. He spotted the already bloodied Handkerchief turned rag in Soda’s hand and held out his own to ask for it from your brother.

You looked down, “It was five on two Dally. What were we supposed to do?” You asked back earnestly wondering what the hell you were actually supposed to do. Run? Pony was faster and you’d only slow him down so that wasn’t an option. You’d already tripped trying to keep up with him. Try and fight? Well, you got a blade pulled on you so that wasn’t great either.

He bit his mouth trying his best not to snap at you. His adrenaline was high, and he was scared at the thought of you actually getting hurt, “I don’t know Y/N. Fight back? You were just lying there!”

You stopped walking abruptly, brushing Soda away knowing he didn’t need to hear the conversation about to go on between you and the hot-headed man beside you, “Can you go make sure Pony’s okay?” You asked him.

Soda gave you a curious look before finally handing Dally the handkerchief, “You sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” You gave him a quick push before turning back to Dally, “What is wrong with you?”

He stepped closer so your brothers couldn’t hear ahead of you, “What the hell is wrong with me? I’m just trying to keep you alive Curtis. I should be asking you the same! Why are you out walking alone with Pony this late on a Saturday anyway? You two know better. Those no good for nothing assholes only want to fight.” He grumbled before dabbing at the semi-dried blood on your chin.

You let out a huff of irritation. He was being so caring yet so damn frustrating, “What? I can’t go anywhere without a damn chaperone now? I’m confined to my brothers house? Is that how it’s going to be Dally? Pony isn’t enough now?” Your voice was snappy as you pushed and pushed and pushed him. He was already feeling on edge from the whole thing and your attitude was about to be his breaking point. There was nobody on this planet that could get under his skin like you could, nobody except for you. You’d found a way to weasel your way into his ice-cold heart and sink a burning ember into it. For Dallas Winston would do anything for you. But man, did you frustrate him to no end.

“Jesus, you know that’s not what I mean! Stop putting words into my mouth Curtis.” He put his hands up in the air in frustration, raising his voice just a tad. Darry turned back observing, making sure you were fine. He knew Dally would never hurt you. He could see the way the Winston boy looked at his younger sister. He wasn’t stupid. Dally had always been soft on you. Except he wasn’t. He pushed you harder than he pushed anyone. He wanted you to know how to defend yourself. With your hands, a knife, a pipe whatever. He was going to teach and push because he needed you alive. You were the only thing grounding him to this planet at the moment.

Your eyes narrowed on his, your voice raising as well, “Then what do you mean Dallas? Go ahead. Say exactly what you mean. I can take it.” You’d only used his full name when you felt like being patronizing.

He looked like he was contemplating everything before he turned back to you, “You need to be more careful!” He snapped. He didn’t raise a hand on you but instead yelled right at you stopping you in your tracks. Dally had never yelled at you before. Scolded sure. Disappointed yes. Angry, of course. But yelled? Never.

Your brothers must’ve seen the look in your eyes as they all stepped in. Darry pulled Dally away telling him to cool off. Soda grabbed your arm pulling you back towards the house. And Pony happily chatted away trying to take your mind off it.

“Dally’s just an asshole, you know that!” Pony’s final ditch effort to get you to smile came up miserably short.

You gave him a solemn nod, “Yeah, I know. Never to me though.” The sadness in your voice must’ve been evident because that had him quiet down the remainder of the short walk home. You brushed them all away telling them that you were ‘fine’ and going to take a nap.

They left you alone for a few hours but when you didn’t come out for dinner all three brothers grew worried. Soda knocked on your door lightly, “Hey kid. Supper’s getting cold. Darry made one of your favorites, spaghetti, and meatballs.”

It was sweet how much they cared on you when you were down, but damn was it suffocating sometimes. It was times like these when you wish you could run to your mom and ask her advice on it all. Boys were… boys and they often didn’t have a clue what ran through your head.

“I’m not hungry Soda. Maybe later, I’m working on homework.” You heard him sigh before walking away. You’d thought you would have gotten rid of them but another, much louder knock broke you away from the essay you were committed to finishing.

“Pony said you both skipped lunch to go to the movies. Come on down and get some dinner kiddo.” Darry’s much deeper voice spoke through the door. He tried twisting the knob but stopped when it wouldn’t budge. As much as he wanted to knock your door in he knew better. You weren’t like his brothers. No, you were so entirely different. He couldn’t treat you the same or you’d most likely find yourself a foster home instead.

“I had popcorn. I’m still full from that.” It wasn’t a lie. You weren’t hungry. You were uneasy and nervous. And wanted to finish the damn easy that you’d been staring at for the better part of three hours now.

“Alight kid, I’ll save you a plate.” He grumbled before beginning to walk away.

“Thanks Dar.” You hummed ignoring the lump forming at the back of your throat. You were so lucky to have your brothers who cared for you so deeply. You just wished they’d give you the space you needed.

And you thought they did before, yet another knock came to your bedroom door not thirty minutes later. With a huff you set the pencil down, “Go away Pony. I’m not in the mood.”

A laugh so distinct came from the other side of the door. That was certainly not Ponyboy, “Try again, sweetheart.” Dallas. Dallas freaking Winston. What had your brothers done?

Your palms began to sweat as your heartrate sped up rapidly, “What are you doing here?” It came out colder than you meant but Dally just found it amusing. He knew you couldn’t hurt a fly much less hurt him words. Albeit you might be the only person that could actually hurt him with words if you wanted to. Dally was soft for one person. You.

“I’m here for you.”

You sighed, “Go away. I’m not hungry. I don’t know who went and got you or called you or whatever. I’m not in the mood Dally.”

He put his head on your door knowing your mood was stemming from the argument earlier. He had snapped at you, and he felt bad. Especially after Darry of all people came knocking at his door pleading with him to come back to his place and talk to you.

His voice was low but he knew you could hear it, “You and I both know I’m not going away little Curtis. So, you can open that door and we can talk about it, or I can sit here all night waiting. Those are the options.” You heard his stubborn ass slide down the door. You knew they could most likely pick the lock or break down the door. But Darry wasn’t stupid. He knew it’d cause more harm than any good. You needed your safe space away from all the madness of being a greaser. A place you could lock yourself away from.

“Please,” Your voice cracked as fresh tears flowed down without you even noticing, “Just go away.”

You heard him click his tongue, “No can-do sweetheart. I gave you the options. Your turn to pick.” His voice was smug. Was he relishing in making you squirm? Neither was really an option. Both forced your hand. But then again this was Dallas. He got what he wanted.

You tried to turn back to your essay all you could think about was Dallas freaking Winston sitting on the opposite side of your door. You knew his stubborn ass wouldn’t leave either and that drove you nuts. You’d never be able to finish the essay or go to bed knowing he was sitting there just waiting on you.

With a heavy sigh you got up, walked towards the door, opened it without so much as a second thought and found him sitting right next to your door, “Go away.” You tried in your meanest voice, but it came out as a whisper.

He shook his head as he stood to his feet, “That’s not going to happen sweetheart.” He leaned against your doorframe pushing you back inside your room.

“Why can’t you guys just leave me alone for one night? One stupid night. That’s all I’m asking for!” You’d hardly ever raised your voice, but you were tired. Exhausted. Scared of the Soc’s that pulled a freaking knife out on you. Frightened because when you needed a helping hand all you got was a scolding voice.

“We’re worried about you is all. You got attacked. A knife pulled out on you…” He lowered his voice hoping it’d help settle down the rage he saw in your eyes. It was weird. Different. He was used to such a sweetness about you. He’d never seen you angry. Upset sure. But this was something entirely different.

Your eyes bugged, “You think I don’t know that? That maybe I just need some alone time away from all of this?” You didn’t hate being a greaser, no. That would never be the case. You loved your life with your brothers. You were just so damn tired of always being alert these days. Being a girl put you in a weird position with the greasers. The Soc’s never laid hands on you until today. It was startling. You’d always heard how dangerous the life was but today laid it out in front of you how truly dangerous it could be if you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He put his hands up in defense, “You need to calm down, Y/N.” His eyes shifted from one of a confident gaze to one that filled with concern

You wanted to slap him across his pretty little face, “You saying that is definitely not going to calm me down!” You were beyond frustrated now. You didn’t want to talk about it. You wanted him to leave you alone.

His eyes downturned as he saw your frigid stance. You were, for the first time he had recalled in his life, angry. Like angry, angry. Like you looked like you wanted to rip his head off angry, “Hey, I’m sorry. But I need you to relax a little. Sit down for me?” You were struck by his apology. Dallas Winston saying he’s sorry? You thought you’d so sooner be struck by lightning than hear those words come out of his mouth. The rage in your body calmed at that.

With an icy glare you sat down on your bed. You weren’t sure why you were listening to him. You were angry with him. He yelled at you when you needed sympathy. He’d scared you when you were already terrified. You thought the world of him, but that world came crashing down oh so quickly. You knew of the Dally he had hidden so well from you. Pony, Soda, and Darry would tell you stories all the time of how menacing he was. How he was so fearless in the face of it all. How could you not love on the man?

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked after shutting your bedroom door behind him. He knew your brothers were listening in, but it at least gave the illusion of a private conversation. Not that it mattered. They’d get the damn conversation out of one of the two of you eventually anyway. There was no privacy with the greasers.

“I’m fine.” You snapped at him, clearly not fine.

He shook his head giving you that damn chuckle that meant he knew you were lying, “I’m going with you’re not. You wanna tell me what’s the matter?” He asked once more. Stubborn.

“I want you to go away. That’s what I want.” The word weren’t as harsh this time. More like a soft rumble.

He sighed, “Come on Curtis. It’s just me. I know you and I know you’re not okay or fine or whatever word you wanna use. You can talk to me. It’ll be okay.” He grabbed for your hand that was nervously clutching the edge of your mattress giving it a comforting squeeze when his fingers locked with yours.

You felt the words coming on before you could stop them and soon you were rambling, “I’m overwhelmed Dally! I’m scared. I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable walking down the damned street anymore! And none of you will leave me alone to think about it!” You fired back exasperated. The building rage inside your eyes quieted down at the admission. You were terrified of what happened next. Everybody was always on edge these days. Life went from easy to hard in what felt like a night after your parents had left.

He opened his arms up, “Alright, come on. Come here pretty girl.” It didn’t take him much effort to pull you right into his embrace. In another instance you’d probably have fought him, but you were terrified and exhausted and his warm embrace was everything you needed. He pulled you closer before resting his head on yours, “It’s okay to be scared.” He whispered knowing that your nosey as hell brothers were likely sticking their ears to your door.

You closed your eyes letting the scent of his cologne mixed with the long day wash over you. So much more refreshing than the scent that washed over you earlier. Dally was always your comfort. No matter how harsh a day or words that were spat you knew you could count on him. No matter how mean you were to him either, “You yelled at me.” You felt another wave of tears come on. God, you felt so pathetic in his arms crying about being yelled at. Some greaser you were.

“I know.” He sighed giving you another reassuring squeeze, “You scared me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just let out my frustration out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve been there to protect you.” He sounded a bit angrier not that he was getting it off his chest.

You pulled your head back gaping at his with a confused expression, “Is Dallas Winston apologizing?”

He gave you that soft smirk that you’d come to love, “If you tell someone I did, I’ll deny it.” He brushed the stray tears away with his thumb, “I don’t like it when you cry.”

You laid your head back down on his chest, “Don’t make me cry then.” Quipping back, you knew that wasn’t entirely fair. He wasn’t the sole reason you were in tears. But he was the reason you were crying then.

He leaned down whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect. You know I’m a fuck up. But I’ll try. I’ll always try for you.” There was no chance your brothers could hear him for you hardly could. Or maybe that was the rough pounding in your ears. He wanted it to stay between the two of you. He knew Darry would flip if he tried to make a pass at his sister. So, he’d keep his distance from you, for now. But he couldn’t promise to restrain himself if you made advances on him, he’d fold in an instant if you did.

“I believe you.” You fisted his shirt in your hands, grasping onto him. This certainly wasn’t what friends did. But it felt right to cling onto him. To mold into his touch and his embrace. Dally felt so incredibly meant for you the thought of not being with him hurt you.

He held onto you for just a bit longer before pulling back, “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out. You’ve got me. Your brothers. All those friends. You’ll be just fine.”

You gave him a quick nod brushing the fogginess out of your eyes, “Thank you Dally.”

“Always. Now come on, let’s go eat before Darry force feeds you.” He stood, unwrapping himself from you, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Darry would, wouldn’t he?” You smiled taking his hand in yours happily.

He gave you that look, “Let’s not find out.” Before pulling you out the door. To nobody’s surprise were all three Curtis brothers not even subtly eavesdropping in on the conversation right outside your door.

“All of you. Unbelievable.” Your laugh let them know they’d called just the right person to brighten your spirits. Darry knew it was only a matter of time before you realized that he was your person. The thought terrified him. The older you got the closer the two of you grew. But time and time again Dallas had shown Darry just how much he loved you too. His actions and his words showed just how much he actually did care for you.

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Do you ever think of Wylan as one of the most mature crows at the end of the books?

This is a really interesting question, and I think I would agree at least for the most part. Although all the crows undergo great personal development during the duology, I think that Wylan and Inej are the two left in the healthiest position they could be in at that time. The interesting thing about Wylan, for me at least, I’d the scene when Genya is tailoring him to lose Kuwei’s features and return to his own. In an attempt to encourage Jesper to tell her that he’s a Fabrikator, Wylan admits to Genya that he cannot read. Wylan, who at the end of soc was “red-faced” and “barely able to speak the words of his supposed affliction” (or something to that effect, sorry I don’t usually write these with the book on me to double check), is now able to openly admit it. He clearly struggles and Jesper describes him blushing and seeming visibly embarrassed, but he is still capable of so much more than he was previously. Genya’s reply is simply “that’s because no-one took the time to teach you”, and here’s the thing: I STRONGLY believe that the version of Wylan that existed at the end of soc would have stayed silent and let her believe that, but now he is able to correct her and say “lots of people took the time to teach me, it’s just something I can’t do”.

The nonchalence in Genya after this revelation is also massively important, because it shows Wylan that people will not always react like his father did. Because even though it didn’t change the Crows’ feelings for him, ultimately there people he already knew loved him and who were so different to his father in so many ways, including in their position in the world. But this is someone with no preconceived notions about him, high up in her government as his father is in theirs, and she simply does not care either way, it has no effect on her attitude or behaviour around him, and really that’s all that matters because they have no relationship. One of the saddest things about Wylan’s ending is that, even though he and Jesper are able to trick them, the Merchant Council react the exact same way to the suggestion that he can’t read that he feared they would - “How could you say such a thing about your own blood?”, as though it’s a horrendous insult. But having already admitted it to Genya shows Wylan that there’s a massive gulf between those who care wholly too much and judge him for it (his father, the council) and those who care in a support capacity but are entirely unaffected by it in their feelings towards him (crows, presumably his mother) and the people in that gulf simply don’t care. I think for a child who’s been scrutinised and judged and abused their entire life for not being enough, knowing that the vast amount of people don’t care what he’s going to amount to can be very empowering as long as he also knows that there are people who care in a supportive capacity as well.

I think this opens Wylan up to being able to mature more than the others since he’s found the power that will put him on the road to healing, as Inej has. For Jesper, the importance is that he has begun to look for that power - and will quite possibly find it in Wylan. However, I would always point out the immensity of Jesper requesting to have his money from the job put in his father’s name; is absolutely massive for him, it shows such a maturity to admit the problem even if he hasn’t found the way to healing yet, it’s incredibly important and should not be missed. For Kaz and Nina it feels a bit more complex to find their maturity, I think for Kaz there’s an want to find the oath to healing fighting against an active hatred of healing that’s been forced upon him by the city (I’ve talked about this a little bit before) and for Nina it gets more complex with the loss of Matthias, but I think she knows that she’ll find what she needs to in Fjerda and that’s the first step she needs to take. I also think that Matthias has undergone massive maturity before his death, and I’ve spoken about this a lot in my recent discussion of religion in the Grishaverse but he has undergone so much change and so much genuine improvement and attempts at improvement not only in acceptance but in his own well-being and starting to heal himself from us trauma as well. I think that if he hadn’t passed away he would’ve been a contender for most mature, but it’s also coping with his loss that has a massive impact on the maturity of the others.

I hope this made sense and thanks so much for your question! ❤️

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[jccatstudios]

I have been following your soc comic adaptation and it just so good!!! I love how you draw them!

I have just one question: Why did you not include Inej's opening musings about Kaz on the first page? (Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason etc) I actually really like how there is not text on the first two pages, it's really atmospheric and moody so this really is not a criticism, I don't want to insult you. I guess I was just wondering what the thought process behind that was?

Oh, I've been wanting to talk about this for a while! Buckle up, this is gonna be one of my long comic rants. (Also, no offense taken at all! Anyone's welcome to question my artistic choices and I'm always happy to take critique, even though that isn't your intention.)

So, the thing is I actually planned on including that first paragraph into the comic! Here's when I first shared the thumbnails on here. Just for the sake of this post, I'll insert them here too.

The boxes are meant to be where excerpts of that introduction would go. When I was creating the thumbnails, I was thinking about how iconic these lines were and how well they introduce the world and characters. I even finished the pages with the intention to include those lines. This is from my original csp file.

When I lettered it all out, I felt like something wasn't right...? Hard to explain. I wanted silence for the opening and the narration took that away. I then thought about the reader who'd go into this without reading the novel first, wondering if they'd be thinking, Who's this Kaz Brekker guy? Is it this character on the page? It's clearer in the book, but I didn't think it paired well with what I drew. I didn't want any confusion. It's also Inej's chapter, and while Kaz's parts take up most of it, I still wanted it to feel like her POV and her story. We can hold off officially meeting Kaz until page four.

But the main reason I took it out comes down to my philosophy when it comes to comic adaptations. I believe that an adaptation should use the original story in the best way for the secondary medium. A comic adaptation should play to the strength of comics, not the original source material.

Time and time again, I see a lot of comic adaptations of books try to use a book's strength instead of a comic's. When that happens, you get pages upon pages of narration boxes and exposition that could've easily been told in a single panel's image. If you want to read excerpts from the original novel, go do that! They're beautiful and well-crafted and you should be reading the original anyway! If you're making a comic adaptation, make a comic, not an illustrated version of the novel (that's a whole field of its own).

This whole thing really ties well into what I'm doing for Chapter 3. Kaz is such an internal character, his chapters have a lot more exposition that isn't setting description or character actions. I've had to do a lot more of my own writing for this chapter than the last just to turn that exposition into his own voice as an internal monologue. Sometimes, it's just a change from "he" to "I," but there are other times I've had to write new dialogue and find ways to naturally flow between thoughts. If I didn't do the work to adapt the expository text and instead just put in narration boxes of text from the book, there would be a greater disconnect between the reader and Kaz. Third-person limited works great in books and doesn't separate the readers from the story, but in comics, first-person internal dialogue keeps the readers inside the scene better.

If I were to redo Chapter 2, I think I would try to find a way to incorporate the information from the chapter intro better. I think by losing the intro I initially planned to include, I didn't establish certain ideas very well. Ketterdam and Kerch are established later on pages 4 and 5, but I don't think I ever go back and mention The Barrel. Also, the idea that Kaz is deliberate, even if his reputation says otherwise, is important too. I've made sure to fix this kind of issue in Chapter 3 and keep record of what kind of information I'm losing as I adapt it.

#comic rant over! #thanks for the ask I really love talking about this stuff #soc comic adaptation #asks #comics talk

[miryum]

I’m so sorry for these, but thank you 😭

a Johnny Cade x Reader where they’re hanging out alone somewhere together (before they’re dating) and a older women comes up to them and tells them that ‘they look like such a cute couple’ and they both just look at each other and get really flustered and try explain that they’re not a couple but she walks away before they can tell her.

<333 so sorry

I combined that with his request: "could you do a Johnny Cade x Reader where it’s Valentines Day or near that holiday, and they’re just talking in the hallway but when the reader leaves they like drop a confession letter from their book/folder (but its not like listed who its for) and he gets a little sad+confused because he wants to know who the letter is for, and returns it to them and they get super embarrassed cause it was for him"

You couldn’t find it. You had searched all of your folders, notebooks, and binders and couldn’t find it. Two-Bit was watching you with amused interest. 

“What’cha looking for?” He took a bit of how chocolate cake.

“Uh, a- a letter,” you struggled with how much to tell him. “And it was really important and I can’t find it.”

“What was it?” He teased, “your letter to Santa?”

“No!” You defended yourself. “It was a… well, what do you care?! I need to get ready for my outing with Johnny,” you muttered as an afterthought. You would have to put the letter out of your mind for now. 

“Your date?” Two-Bit rolled his eyes. “Just call it what it is.”

“It’s not a-” you cut yourself off. It was hopeless. The gang would always push you and Johnny together. And maybe you wanted them too. The letter, unbeknownst to them, was to Johnny. You had finally gained the courage to put your feelings to paper and tell him how you felt.

Meanwhile, Johnny was freaking out. He was at school late to help Pony with a history project and they had stumbled upon a folded up piece of paper in the hallway. Pony had picked it up, worried that someone had dropped their homework, and was shocked at what he found. “It’s Y/n’s,” he exclaimed.

“Oh, I’ll give it back to her later today. We’re going to the park. Apparently they just planted some new flowers on the Soc side of town and she wants to see them.”

“Uh, I’m not sure you should have this…” Pony was always bad at excuses. So when he tried to come up with one, Johnny got suspicious and grabbed the paper away. 

His eyes scanned the words, so clearly written in your writing. He felt his heart drop, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Oh, why couldn’t you write about him like that?

“We don’t know who it’s for!” Pony quickly tried to spare his friend’s feelings.

“Clearly not for me,” Johnny muttered. “I knew she didn’t like me back, but this is just proof of it. I’ll give it back to her later.” He repeated his words as he stuffed the love letter into his pocket. 

It was hopeless.

**

You were freaking out on your outing with Johnny because you couldn’t find your letter and you didn’t know who could’ve read it, and Johnny was freaking out because he had been the one to read said letter.

But whatever your anxiety levels were, you were determined to have a nice evening with Johnny. “Look at all the different colours! Are they beautiful?” You asked him. 

Just like you, he wanted to respond. But knowing you had feelings for another, he simply said, “Yeah. Really pretty.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, only to be reminded to the crumpled up letter that sat their, like a rock pulling him down. 

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered to a group of old ladies who came up on the path opposite you. You pooped your arm through Johnny’s to converse space so they could get through.

“May I just say,” one of the ladies smiled brightly. “You two are just the cutest couple! My husband would have never gone along with me to see the flowers, yet here you two are!”

“And so in love, too,” another one added.

“Ah, geez,” Johnny blushed. “We- we’re not together. Just friends.” You nodded hurriedly along. 

“Well, could’ve fooled us,” one of the women winked at you and you hid your smile.

Johnny pulled you away quickly and said, “I’m sorry about that, they shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s fine,” you waved him away. “They were just being sweet. And they’re not totally wrong…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do friends regularly come to gardens with other friends? The rest of the gang isn’t here,” you pointed out. 

“I guess,” he shrugged. “But don’t you have someone else you’d rather be here with?”

“Why do you say that?” Your arm was still hooked in Johnny’s. 

“I didn’t mean to, but Pony and I accidentally found something you wrote,” he rushed through his words as he pulled out the letter you had written. 

Your eyes grew wide and you shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That isn’t mine.”

“You signed it, Y/n.”

Damn it. You forgot about that. “I’m sorry, Johnny,” you said. “I overstepped a boundary and I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I wasn’t going to give it to you-”

“To me?” Johnny very rudely interrupted your anxious apology.

“Well, yeah,” you whispered. “Who else would it be to?”

“I thought it was for some Soc or something!” Johnny cried, relieved.

“God, no,” you shuddered at the thought. “I’ve only ever liked you.”

“And I’ve only ever liked you!” Johnny said, a wide smile spreading over his features. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why I was so sad when I thought you liked another guy.”

“Huh.” You nodded slowly, your own happiness overcoming you. “Then I guess those old ladies were right.”

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[guardedserum]

Chapter two, Johnny’s Perspective. (Part one)⬇️

Chapter two.

The sky was getting darker and cars started showin’ up to The Nightly Double as we got there, me and Ponyboy crawled through a hole in the fence while Dally jumped over it; either he was too big to fit or he was just doing it Dallas Winston style. We found a row of seats behind two classy-looking girls and sat down. Dally was already eyeing them and it seemed like Ponyboy noticed as well. That’s when Dallas started actin’ real bad. I knew he could talk dirty but half the stuff that came out of his mouth I had never heard of before. The girls looked like they were gettin’ mad. “Pony I’m gonna go get a coke..” I huffed before quickly getting up from my chair and going over to the concession stand where there was already a long line. I didn’t mind waiting. While I was waiting a fight broke out between a Greaser and a Soc because the Greaser bumped into the Soc and the guy took offence to it. That was until the manager of the concession stand stopped the two of them before it got ugly.

Soon I got my coke and left before anything else happened. As I got back to my seat I saw that Dally was still botherin’ the red-haired girl. “Would you just be nice and leave us alone?” The redhead pleaded. “I’m never nice; you want a coke or somethin’?” Dallas questioned. “I want you to leave us alone!” She got angrier, though her friend seemed entertained by the whole thing. “C’mon Little Orphan Annie, you want a coke or not?” Dallas’ eyebrows furrowed. “Get lost hood!” The redhead snapped; her eyes were about as firey as her hair. Dallas immediately got up with his palms raised in mock surrender. “Alright alright, I know when I’m not wanted..” He mumbled with a slight smirk on his face as he walked away. “I didn’t know Dally could read..” Ponyboy stated, surprised that Dallas even knew about that comic strip. “You gonna start in on us too?” She had turned to us; my eyes widened and I stared at them anxiously. Ponyboy shook his head. “No,” He stated. Her face softened and she smiled, which made me relax a little. “You don’t look the type to do something like that.. What’s your name?” She asked, I saw Pony deflate a little at the question, I knew he hated tellin’ people his name. “Ponyboy Curtis..” His cheeks had a light dusting of red on them. “And this is my buddy Johnny.” He introduced me as well as I sat back in my seat, which I was thankful for.

“That’s an original and lovely name; I like it.” She smiled, Ponyboy seemed grateful for her honesty. “I got a brother named Sodapop; says so on his birth certificate.” He said. “I’m Sherri but everybody calls me Cherry cause of my hair.” “Yeah Cherry Valance, I know you; we go to the same school. You’re a cheerleader.” Pony stated. “You don’t look old enough to be going to high school.” The black-haired girl hummed. “I ain’t; I got put up a year.” Ponyboy said proudly. “What are you nice boys doing hanging around with that trash?” Cherry questioned, I exhaled softly. “That’s Dallas; we’re buddies.” Me and Ponyboy said at the same time. Cherry had an apologetic look on her face. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She apologised. “Ponyboy, your brother, doesn’t he work down at the DX?” Ponyboy nodded. “Man your brother is one doll; shoulda known you’s were brothers,” She complimented, Ponyboy grinned pridefully. “How come we don’t see your brother at school anymore?” The black-haired girl whose name was Marcia asked, “Isn’t he sixteen?” She questioned. “He’s a dropout.” Ponyboy said harshly, he hated it when Soda dropped out. Cherry was about to say something when Dallas came strutting back over holding a few cokes. He handed one to Marcia who took it eagerly and then handed the other to Cherry then sat down next to her. “That might cool you off.” Cherry squeezed the paper cup slightly, making the coke spill over the top, then she threw it in Dally’s face. “Maybe when you learn to talk and act decent I might cool off too!” She hissed. Dallas just wiped it off his face with his sleeve and put his arm around her. “Firey huh? That’s how I like ‘em.” Cherry was about to push him off, which I knew was gonna make Dallas mad.

“Leave her alone Dal’..” I gulped, standing up. Dally was for sure gonna beat my head in, but he just looked at me like I said something really nasty. “What did you say to me you little shit?” He fumed, removing his arm from Cherry’s shoulders and getting up, knocking the seat in front of him. “C’mon Dal’.. Leave her alone..” My voice got quieter, but Dallas just stared at me in disbelief before he turned and stalked off. I was certain he would have slapped me upside the head but no, you don’t just tell Dally Winston what to do and get away with it.

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“Thanks he had me scared half to death.” Cherry let out a sigh of relief. “Sure didn’t show it.. Ain’t nobody talk to Dally like that.” I managed to say. “Well you did,” She smiled, I felt my ears heat up. I felt bad for tellin’ Dallas to stop but them girls didn’t do nothin’ wrong. “Well you can sit up here; you can protect us.” Marcia grinned, me and Ponyboy glanced at each other. The gang would freak out once we told them. “Alright,” I said before getting up and sitting next to Marcia while Pony sat next to Cherry.

“How old are you guys?” Marcia asked, looking at me, then at Ponyboy. “I’m fourteen,” Ponyboy answered, “Sixteen.” I said. “Huh funny.. I thought you’s were both-” “Sixteen.” Cherry answered for Marcia, which I was grateful for; I looked younger than I was and I hated it. “How come you weren’t scared of us like you was of Dally?” I asked curiously; usually most Soc girls were scared of us. “Oh I’ve heard of Dallas Winston; nobody can get on his level of bad.” She stated and Marcia nodded in agreement. “Y’all don’t look mean either.” Marcia added. “Sure, we’re young and innocent..” Ponyboy grumbled, resting his chin in his hand. “No no.. Not innocent; you’ve seen too much to be innocent. You’re just not dirty.”

“Dally’s okay,” I said, defending Dallas. “He’d leave you alone if he knew who you was.” Ponyboy added. “Well I’m glad he doesn’t know us.” Marcia stated matter of factly. “I kinda admire him..” Cherry mumbled. I was saying stuff out my mind; I really wasn’t paying attention to them and it seemed like Cherry was into talking with Pony more than me and Marcia was too busy watching the movie. “How come y’all came with no car? This is a Soc hangout and most of the Soc’s have cars,” Ponyboy questioned. “Our boyfriends decided it would be a good idea to bring some alcohol with them.” Marcia stated, sipping her coke. “It’s not my idea of a good time to sit around and watch people get drunk.. I wouldn’t mind it so much if they were at home drinking; then they wouldn’t risk gettin’ hurt. But they decide to drink while driving to a movie with us in the car!” Cherry was startin’ to get hacked off, not at us, but at her and Marcia’s boyfriends. “I’d like to die on my own terms, not get into a car wreck because two drunk teenagers couldn’t put the flask down for twenty minutes!” She finally relaxed back down in her chair, flicking her hair out of her face where the wind had blown harshly.

I went to take a sip of my coke when I felt a hard hand land on my shoulder. I could feel the colour drain from my face. “Alright Greasers you’ve had it.” A low voice growled. “Jeez Two-Bit! Scare us to death!” Ponyboy gasped, Two-Bit chuckled. My breathing was shallow and my skin felt cold; it seemed like Pony and Two-Bit noticed. “Sorry Johnny, I forgot.” Two-Bit ruffled up my hair. “So who are they? Your great-grandmothers?” “Great grandmothers, twice removed.” Cherry added. I was still getting my wits back together, not paying real attention to their conversation. All I heard was something about me and Pony being greasy hoods, being Shanghai’ed and something about ten camels. “Hey Johnnycake! Say somethin’ in Arabian,” Two-Bit’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Cut it out man!” I whined. “They asked us to sit up here with them after Dally left so we could protect them.” I felt a little bad getting tense around Two-Bit but he just grinned at me.

“Where is Dallas anyway?” Two-Bit questioned, but before either me or Ponyboy could say anything, Tim Shepard had appeared next to us. “Yeah where is ol’ Dally?” He asked curtly. I didn’t like Tim much and honestly I was kinda scared of him but hell I respected him; not only was he a fellow Greaser, he was Dally’s buddy, which made him a buddy to all of us. “He left Tim.” Ponyboy stated, “Man I know he slashed my tires! Curly told me.” Tim got a little louder which made one of the movie goers shush him, which caused Tim to flip him off. “Honesty Tim we haven’t seen him! Y’all seen Dally?” Ponyboy asked the rest of us, we all shook our heads. “No he left.” Cherry added. That made Tim cool down a little before he left. “Dally got a blade?” Two-Bit asked quietly, so Timothy Shepard wouldn’t hear him and come back. “He busted his this morning,” I stated. “Good, Tim’ll fight fair as long as he don’t got one.” The girls looked kinda nervous now. “Y’all aren’t planning on playing rough are you?” “Oh a little skin fighting ain’t rough,” Two-Bit stated. “Blows off steam more than anything.”

“Yeah boy real simple.” Cherry smirked. But what Two-Bit said was true; if Dally and Tim were to have it out, they’d never hate each other afterwards. And Dallas did deserve it; nobody likes having slashed tires and he did get himself caught so it was all on him. “Yeah! If he gets killed or something, you can just bury him no sweat!” Marcia joked, man she and Two-Bit were alike. “You dig okay baby.” Two-Bit grinned at Marcia who grinned back. “Ponyboy would you come with me and get some popcorn?” Cherry asked, getting up from her seat. “Yeah sure,” Ponyboy got up too. “Any of y’all want some?” Cherry asked, “I do!” Marcia accepted. “Yeah same; get Johnny some too; I’m buyin’.” Two-Bit handed Pony some coins before the two of them wandered off to the concession stand. “Thanks Two-Bit.. But I coulda’ paid for mine.” I stated, I felt bad that Two-Bit had wasted his money on me, even though he didn’t really earn it as he didn’t have a job and he planned to stay that way. “Shut it kid. My money, my rules.” Two-Bit grinned before he turned to Marcia and started a conversation with her.

Now I was wishing I had someone to talk to, kinda wishing I didn’t tell Dally off. If there was another girl here I was for sure never gonna talk to her. I’m kind of scared of girls to be honest. Not that I’m a loser or anything, just that most of the girls that talked to me, besides Evie, Sandy, and Sylvia, all looked like they wanted to spit on me if they had the chance. The movie was getting boring too; it was one of them beach movies that come out every year that have no storyline. I sipped at my coke. I wanted a weed, though I had a lighter but no cancer sticks on me. Soon Cherry and Ponyboy came back with an armful of popcorn, Pony handed me and Two-Bit ours while Cherry handed one to Marcia.

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

[motorcycleboy9]

HIII 8 9 11 16 FOR ASK THING

thank you sm for the questions!

8. How did you get into The Outsiders?

ohhh. man.

well I moved to the US last year and in december my english teacher made us divide into book-reading groups in the realistic fiction genre. there were about 4 options, and I did not pick the outsiders btw, and for some reason I thought it was about musical bands? I also remember liking the cover of the book

anyway at the two last days of school before the christmas break we watched the outsiders movie in class. and when it got to the church sunset scene I fucking lost it. and when it was the johnny and dally death scenes, I was freaking out in my mind. AND I KNEW IT WAS WHAT I NEEDED

after the end of the break I asked my teacher to read the book, and that's how it went. by the way, while watching the movie I didn't understand anything but gayness and tragedy (my listening skills suck), so when I read the book it made much more sense.

9. What's your favorite scene/moment from the book?

1) Hospital reunion

the moment that made Pony realize all the feeling Darry had for him. while watching the movie for the first time, I didn't get much of it, mostly because I was still at the point of trying to remember who is who. but reading the book I was fighting to not start to cry. I still do.

2) Johhny, Dally, and Pony talk in the car before fire in the church.

the moment that shoved most of dally's concern for johhny, him not wanting johnny to get hurt and go through the same thing he did once. and his voice changing to a different tone when saying that. uhh. I just can't do it.

3) Pony and Dally talk in the car on the way to the hospital. or more like monolog. whatever.

4) Johnny's death. No comment. I'm still not over it.

Other ones: (I'm not gonna take pictures anymore I'm tired)

5) Johnny's letter

6) Dally's death

7) Ponyboy with busted bottle and Socs, at the grocery store with Steve and Two-bit.

8) Pre-rumble

11. What's your opinion on the movie?

as I already said, I watched the movie before I read the book, so I wasn't really critical of it.

7/10 for the cast lineup, the hell are they all dark haired for? whoever picked ralph macchio for johnny should know it was the best decision ever. I got a crush on matt dillon when I watched the movie so who am I to blame others for that 😭😭 though even if it wasn't the best fit for dallas I'm still glad I found out about him

8/10 for book-accuracy. I would love it if it had been PERFECTLY in line with the book, but I know it isn't possible, so... it was good enough, I guess.

9/10 for the picture. that was indeed beautiful. my mom kept bugging me about the size of johnny's knife though, and that it wasn't possible to kill a person with such a small blade. well I don't know about that.

16. there isn't going to be any explanation because it's too hard to think of at 1am, sorry

1) johnny and cherry

2) sylvia (thought we didn't even see her) and angela

3) bob and johnny. and I mean actually talk, not just beat one up and then kill another.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #se hinton #the outsiders 1983 #nicktalks #the outsiders ask

[creature-of-the-stars]

Beyond Fortunate

Read -> here

Vreenak/OC

No warnings. SFW

Summary: Vreenak has been away on a diplomatic mission for almost a month. Once he returns home, he shares a tender reunion with his wife, Eve. A tiny Keep Your Enemies Closer sequel; takes place before the events of Rekkhai.

This little piece was supposed to be my third (and way overdue) installment for SoC, but it was too sweet to make spicy.

Tag list: @starrynightgardens @deepspacedukat @horta-in-charge @emilie786 @indignantlemur @darkmattervibes @wafflingchemist

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Vreenak dropped his bags at the door and went in search of his wife. He had a good idea of where he’d find her, most likely babying her plants in the greenhouse he’d built for her, and was pleased when he saw her blurry silhouette through the dewy glass panes. 

The sight of her made the senator stop, standing transfixed as he savored the view. He was beyond fortunate that he could call such a prize his mate, and he told himself so nearly every day. But, though he could have stood there forever and watched her, the anticipation to see and hold his prize pushed him toward the greenhouse door. 

He called out in greeting, making Eve jump in surprise, and she nearly decapitated her delicate Terran orchids (which grew much better in their Romulan home than they ever did on Earth or Deep Space 9) with her shears. She’d been waiting anxiously all day for him to walk through the door, and now that he was cutting a path through the greenery - a good head taller than some of her largest plants - Eve was bursting with excitement. She was poised to run and throw her arms around him when Vreenak stopped before her, his expression morphing into shocked surprise.

“What?” Eve asked and worriedly looked at her apron but only spotted stray bits of dirt, nothing more.

“Nouhha…” Vreenak whispered as he drew near. “ I was gone for less than a month. How have you grown so large already?” 

He stared down at his wife in amazement - his wife, who looked significantly more pregnant than she had when he’d left. Vreenak had been on a diplomatic mission for a few weeks, and while leaving his pregnant mate for so long made him anxious, he tried to remind himself that a month really wasn’t such a long time.

Except now that I see her…leaving was a mistake, he thought and gawked at the exceptionally prominent bulge ballooning out from under his wife’s breasts.

Eve had to laugh. “Well, yes, love. That’s what happens.” She tossed her apron onto the workbench so she wouldn’t get potting soil all over Vreenak’s tunic. “It only takes nine months to bake one of these things. And, now that I’m in my second trimester, I’m only going to get bigger from here.”

Vreenak gingerly palmed the curve of her stomach as if afraid to break something. He could scarcely imagine his lithe wife growing even wider, but he couldn’t deny that the vision appealed to him greatly.

“Setting aside how huge I’ve become,” Eve joked, “How was your trip, love?”

“Too long,” replied Vreenak, crouching down so he was level with his wife’s bump. “I never should have left... I didn’t miss anything important, did I?” He looked up at her sharply, hoping she’d say no. 

This child was his first, perhaps his only, so he was going to be rather distraught if he’d missed out on anything significant. Just knowing that he’d been absent for a handful of his unborn child’s enthusiastic kicks was a jab to his heart. 

“No, no,” Eve reassured him as she played with his hair. “Nothing too exciting. Just back aches and weird cravings.”

Vreenak hummed and pressed his face against Eve’s stomach. He could swear he could hear the fluttering of something - or someone - as they twisted and turned, just beyond Eve’s soft skin. 

Beautiful, he thought lovingly.

It took a few minutes before he could tear himself away, but he did eventually stand and take his wife’s hand. Although Eve didn’t consider seemingly trivial things such as aches and cravings exciting, Vreenak was swimming in regret and was keen to make up for lost time. 

“And what about you?” he asked her. “How have you fared in my absence?”

She looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean? I told you, back aches and cravings.”

“I’m not talking about the baby or the pregnancy, e’lev. How are you ?”

A slow, warm smile spread over Eve’s face, and she was instantly reminded of why she’d fallen in love with her austere senator. Even though the way she’d met her husband had been intense and deadly, she’d willingly agreed to go with him to Romulus, thus turning her back on her career and altering her life forever. For a time, she’d been worried that she may come to regret that decision, but the life Eve had built with Vreenak was more fulfilling than anything she could have imagined. 

Eve smoothed her palms up her husband’s chest and stepped in close, or as close as she could manage, considering the extra person wedged in her belly. “I’m happy, deyhhan. Much happier now that you’re home.”

#I wasn't going to make a whole moodboard just for this one #it's too wittle for that #vreenak #senator vreenak #romulan #romulans #star trek deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #my fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #writing #creative writing #st ds9 #ds9 #deep space nine #deep space 9 #dsnine #start trek writing

[concreteprints]

OUTSIDERS HCs

not sure how much i rlly like this but oh well i can edit it later Ponyboy - sometimes while reading books he'll imagine himself as a character in them and daydream about it - he has anxiety because why not - he's always wanted a better relationship with Darry but since they were further apart in age he never really saw much of him growing up - even when he hasn't had nightmares for months he's still glad that Sodapop is next to him because the thought alone makes him feel safe - when he thinks he's alone he'll sometimes hum his favorite songs but the second he hears something he'll stop and pretend it never happened - if he's really anxious he'll bite/pick at his lips to the point of bleeding even though Darry always scolds him for it - blushes/gets flustered really easily and the gang always enjoys teasing him about it - loves to write letters even if he knows that no one will ever read them - has really nice handwriting but he sometimes makes it seem messier to look more "tough"

Sodapop

- sometimes when it looks like Pony isn't doing too well with homework he'll try and help 'cause he wants to be a good brother but he never does anything but get annoyed at it

- teases Ponyboy about any girl he glances at

- sometimes he "steals" (borrows, he always gives them back before Pony notices) Ponyboy's favorite books because he actually sometimes likes reading but he's too indicisive to choose books and never finishes books often enough to get them for himself

- was one of those kids that mixed up "potions" with things like bleach and shampoo and also enjoyed making mud pies

- considers dating another girl after Sandy but he doesn't want to ask out a soc and hes afraid that any greaser girl he dates wouldn't be nearly as he thought Sandy was

- he's absolutely awful at reading social ques and has a tendency to run his mouth until he realizes that everyone else feelss awkward

Darrel

- he hasn't dated since their parents died because he always tells himself he doesn't have enough time

- used to want to get a dog for his little brothers but quickly realized that realistically he'd be the only one taking care of it

- calls everyone in the gang his kid brother just because

- sometimes he daydreams about having a wife who'd help him with money and taking care of his younger brothers but he knows he'd be too scared to actually trust her around them

- he acts a little cold towards Pony solely because he's afraid that he'll mess something up and fail at giving him the childhood he deserves

- gets all dressed up for parent teacher conferences and is always so proud of everything they say about Pony

- sometimes on his breaks he goes and visits Soda's work when he gets longer breaks because he takes any chance he can to try to act like a good father figure towards Soda

- loves cooking for other people sometimes scolds his brothers if they aren't eating enough but also constantly forgets to feed himself

- enjoys gardening because his mother used to garden with him

Dallas

- he's always so cold around everyone but in turn he feels every emotion 10x worse when they do end up getting to him

- stops by the Curtis' house even when he knows no one is home because it feels more like his home than anything else ever has

- sometimes he cleans but he always lies about it being someone else because he's known as being careless and messy

- anytime he sees Johnny with a new bruise or cut he immedietly goes into guard dog mode and threatens his parents

- he's basically just the scary dog people take on walks

- he likes messing around with knifes and flipping them but always stops when he cuts himself

- whenever he's caught in the rain, just got out of the shower, or anything else that makes his hair wet, he likes to walk up to his friends and shake his hair like a wet dog because he finds it absolutely hilarious

Johnny

- has always been tempted to hug Dally but doesn't want to weird him out

- stray cats absolutely love him and sometimes they'll follow him around just to cuddle him

- usually only ever wears baggy clothes (because that's all he really owns) but gets annoyed at the fact that they only ever make him look more small, young and weak

- the gang usually avoids touching him because he always flinches at it but he actually does enjoy when people hug him or mess with his hair or even just brush against him (as long as they're someone he knows and trusts)

Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews

- never tells anyone about his troubles because he's always such a "happy" guy and a jokester that he thinks that no one will take him seriously

- has a nervous laugh

- says ow or ouch constantly when he brushes against something or accidentally falls down into a seat but stays practically completely silent when he's actually in pain

- has made jokes about turning tables and having greasers jump socs instead but he geniuinely thinks it might work and everyone just laughs because they take nothing he says seriously

- hears people joking about him being such a drunk even when he's stone cold sober because no one believes him

#the outsiders #johnny cade #steve randle #dallas winston #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #headcannons

[aoibhinnslater04]

SOC x ACOTAR

Chapter 5: The devil doesn't bargain

SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN!!

Just a quick disclaimer before starting, when CC3 comes out, I will 100% be reading it. While I'm currently happy with just ACOTAR (there might be characters from TOG and CC1&2 appearing at some point, but I haven't thought that far ahead lol), depending on dynamics and how I feel about them when reading CC3, they might feature. BUT I will add a spoiler warning if they feature, so you can look later :)

Enjoy chapter 5!

Word count: 1295

Warnings: scheming face, more kind of kidnapping, embarrassment and bombings

Kaz stood, fuming, as Jesper and Inej explained what they had learnt, both from Vassa’s notes and from being prisoners to Rhysand himself. All six of the crows were finally reunited, with Wylan leaning against a still damp Jesper, and Nina gripping Inej’s hand, as she had been since they came ashore. Matthias stood behind them, his arms crossed, his bulking figure looking like an angel that promised death, should anyone threaten the people he cared so deeply about. 

Kaz didn’t care about any of that.

Not Wylan’s eyes fluttering closed as he breathed deeply, as if to remind himself Jesper was alive.

Not Nina making Inej feel safer, with her silent promise of never letting go.

Not the way Inej and Jesper kept gently touching the people around them, to remind themselves that their minds were their own again.

And definitely not Matthias acting as a huge safety bubble, allowing Inej and Jesper to relax in his shadow.

No.

All he cared about was getting even, despite the strange ache in his chest at each of these sights.

He turned to the window, staring out, plotting.

“Scheming face?” he heard Wylan whispering.

He didn’t need to turn around to know that the other crows were nodding, silently, but he whirled around anyway, meeting each of their eyes before announcing…

“I have a plan.”

~~~~~

Matthias hated the plan.

He didn’t know what the agonised scream Jesper and Inej heard before their leap to freedom, but it didn’t sound like these newcomers scared easily. And whatever had made them react like that… Well, it wasn’t likely to end well for any of them. Especially with a third of them not at their best. He didn’t know the full extent of what Inej and Jesper had been through, only brief explanations, but though there wasn’t a mark on either of them, neither seemed fully recovered from their ordeal. They seemed to have started sleeping in the same room, although he doubted in the same bed. Jesper was fully committed to Wylan, and Inej… Although she never spoke about anyone, every brief glance towards Kaz when she thought he wasn’t looking gave her away. 

He didn’t care, she was entitled to love whoever her heart led her towards, but he was half inclined to give the little Suli girl a few words of warning. He didn’t want to see her heartbroken, and Kaz always only seemed to have eyes for the kruge that he was hoarding like a jealous dragon. Matthias was sure he wouldn’t mind having to give out one less paycheck to his crew, if it suited him. That being said, he did seem to have a certain fondness for the Wraith, although whether it was true feelings or needing her for her abilities, Matthias hadn’t decided yet. 

Either way, neither of them seemed ready to face their captors once again. But Kaz had never been good at letting sleeping dogs lie. Matthias knew that he would want to enact his plan as soon as possible, and leave as much devastation as possible on his way. It almost made him feel bad for the Court of Dreams. Once Kaz got an idea, it was almost impossible to stop him. Nothing would stand in his way.

~~~~~

Azriel was fuming as he flew through the night, quiet as a whisper. Not only was Nyx taken, but to add insult to injury, they had taken Truth-Teller too! Any shred of sympathy he had had for the teenage gang had long since vanished. They would get no mercy, not until they gave Nyx back (and hopefully Truth-Teller too- he did NOT share it with anyone outside of Elain, even with his brothers). He figured they would give Nyx back quickly enough, Jesper and Inej knew of the Inner Circle’s powers so he doubted they would want the hellfire he knew would rain down on them. Neither Mor or Amren had met them though, so they still had a few tricks up their sleeves even if the Crows wanted to do this the hard way. He was so deep in thought, he didn’t see the dark figures step out from the shadows below him, or the one in the middle raise her hands as though she was casting a spell… no, the first time he realised they were there was when he was falling from the sky, clutching his chest as though his heart was failing him.

He had no idea what was going on, but as his vision was blurring and darkening at the edges, he realised that he, for the first time in a long time, had been outsmarted. If he survived this, he would never live this humiliation down.

~~~~~

Rhys stared at the pole on the stage in the middle of Ketterdam, where large crowds had gathered. Of all the things he expected Brekker to do, this wasn’t on his list. A flushed, angry Azriel glared out at him, his mouth gagged, his legs tied tightly to the bottom of the pole, and his wrists tied with a pretty bow above his head, giving Az an almost angelic crown. His dark wings had a large amount of boating tarp and duct tape wrapped around them, probably feeling like cement with the weight, and there were many stage lights directed up at him. Some of the jeering crowd likely thought this was just a prank, an embarrassment for the winged male, but Rhys knew it was far more than that. They had taken away Azriel’s anonymity, what made him such a great spy. This was what Rhys got, for kidnapping Inej and Jesper and searching their minds. Something equally as violating and cruel. Azriel looked near tears as people had started climbing onto the stage, touching his wings and taking selfies in front of him. 

He almost couldn’t stop the shadows that spread from him, scaring the crowd who ran from Azriel like they had been burned. Wings spread from his own back, wide as with one flap they lifted him onto the stage, where his shadows protected them from the public view although he knew Az could still see them, as well as the rest of the Inner Circle, who had come with him. Feyre’s eyes were wide, and her hand covered her mouth in shock. Mor looked devastated, one hand reaching out as though she could comfort him. Amren looked like she was ready to kill someone. Cassian was holding Nesta back, although both of their eyes almost glowed with anger. And Elain… the tears that left her eyes vanished from view as she turned her back and walked back to their house. 

Rhysand would have murdered the whole gang for the devastation on Az’s face alone.

But Az was shaking his head violently as Rhys moved to unbind the gag around his face, and a second later, he found out why. 

Loud explosions started going off around them, sending any curious stragglers away with a scream, and leaving his family to duck and cover themselves as best they could. Rhys got a blast of pink glitter in his face, and while he attempted to wipe his eyes, he heard fireworks going off around him. He gave up on the glitter, and cut Azriel free, leaving his wings to fix more delicately at home. As they both turned to look at their family, they started to cough, as black clouds threatened to choke them. The fireworks that had been set off each formed a crow.

Azriel tapped Rhys on the shoulder, and silently handed him an envelope, before walking back to their house, his wings dropped low. Rhys opened the envelope, and read out loud;

“Game on assholes.

XOXO The Dregs”

#acotar #feysand #feyre #acomaf #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows #azriel #netflix shadow and bone #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #jesper x wylan #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #wesper #cassian #mor #amren

[solsticeswackstuff]

The Socs Headcanon sheet

:readmore:

Notes about the headcanon- I know the Socs are canonly mean to each other but my friend decided for the sake of our sanity they are mean as a means of protection for themselves. Outside of the public, they have a familial relationship. This is an AU where the socs are very close and for some reason, Dot is the kicker for the football team

Susan-

She has a notebook full of letters to herself and her mother that she writes when she is frustrated or insecure- no one has read it or attempted to

Susan in the group dynamic oldest daughter

In the car, Susan has the aux

Susan does ice skating

Pearl, Peg, and Susan met in etiquette classes

Dot met Susan at rich people's dinner parties (the best kind of bonding)

During the parties, Dot and Susan hide upstairs

Rosemary met Susan through the local kids' softball league

Susan pretends to hate all the socs girls but she loves them

Susan and Pearl bake together

Susan and Peg kill the spiders

The only recipe she remembers is lasagna because she was forced to take a cooking class and it’s the only thing she didn't burn

Can balance books on her head because of a posture exercise she used to have to do and now it has become a source of entertainment at sleepovers (the record has been nine)

Pearl-

Everyday Pearl writes letters to the rest of the socs and puts them into the socs' lockers

Pearl is the dad of the group (is Rosemary canonly her sister? I think so)

The group buys Pearl a lot of grill dad merch

In the car, Pearl sits in shotgun or drives

Pearl skates on roller skates and skateboards

Pearl and Peg are childhood friends

Pearl loves baking desserts to give to the socs sometimes with the letters

She makes birthday treats for the group as well. (She’s more sneaky with Susan’s treats because she knows how her mom is about eating)

Pearl has never forgotten a birthday

Dot and Pearl live to do stupid things to annoy Rosemary

Pearl’s favorite music artist is Atlas

Whenever Dot gets confused Pearl will pull her aside to explain

When Pearl goes missing she’s usually sleeping in the weirdest place in the most awkward position

Rosemary-

Rosemary is the wine aunt

Everyone gets piggyback rides from Rosemary

In the car, Rosemary is in the back listening to her music while just sitting there watching the chaos

Rosemary cannot ride a bike but she can surf

During softball, Rosemary and Susan started their rivalry that still exists

Rosemary met Dot at a park when they were kids and they have been very close ever since

Rosemary goes for walks that can last up to 2 hours every day

She cannot cook for the life of her

Likes scented candles for some reason. Like REALLY.

Dot and Rosemary have a weekly movie night

Has the healthiest sleep cycle of the group

Rosemary hates meeting people taller than her

Hates music that isn’t on her playlist

Rosemary is a witness to everything strange Dot and Pearl do

Dot-

Is the younger sister of the group

the kicker for the football team for some reason

She has her varsity jacket from football

In the car, she always sits in the middle

Dot curses at Peg when she thinks no one is around to mess with Peg

Somehow can ride a motorcycle

Dot helps out with costumes for the next play

She would die if she had a Baja blast

When the group goes to a gas station they lock Dot in the car so she won't waste all their money on candy

Dot hides under tables when there is a spider around

Her favorite music artist is Hobo Johnson

She gets TOO invested in movies

Dot is the Group armrest

She gets on Rosemary’s shoulders to yell at people

TREE CLIMBER KID

Scooters frequently

The reason she is on the football team is because one day she showed up to practice ATE UP

The team loves Dot not only because she scores but also because she does tons of shenanigans with them

Dot works out with the football team

Dot barging into the locker room: PULL UP YOUR PANTS THERE'S A LADY HERE

She has a changing stall that is decorated for her by Buddy and Wally

Buddy and Wally yell at Neil to be a gentleman whenever he says something pervy when Dot is around

Pre-Game dance parties sponsored by Dot’s Alcohol

Peg-

Peg is the middle child of the group

She had a lisp that only comes out when she is angry or speaking too fast

In the car, she sits in the back with Rosemary or drives

Loves chocolate ice cream an ungodly amount

Peg can drive and skate

Peg and Pearl met as kids around the same time Dot and Rosemary did

Anyone who talks bad about the socs Peg will beat them up

Peg can pick locks

Enjoys DIY and building stuff

Peg is very good at soccer

She owns a chicken named Barthanew

Star Trek enthusiast

Frequently suffers attacks and pranks from Dot

Dot and she have an ongoing prank war

Is dramatic as a thespian

The only one in the group who likes seafood

Peg frequently shotguns random things- the group will just be walking around after going to the gas station and Peg will just shotgun whatever she has

Group Headcanons

They regularly have sleepovers

During the summer they do monthly road trips

One time Dot and Pearl wanted a chocolate dessert wrap they found online at 3 am during a sleepover, but they didn't have Nutella so they used chocolate sauce. They didn’t taste good and when Dot went to wash her hands she put the sandwich in the sink and got covered in soap, they reference this event every time any of the Socs eats chocolate. (based on my experience)

Pillow fights happen every sleepover

The group goes to Ikea to pretend to be a divorcing family with Pearl and Susan as the parents (they lost Pearl briefly in Ikea before they realized she was just asleep in one of those tiny twin beds for five-year-olds)

They BLAST Hobo Johnson in car rides

They all LOVE Miss. McGee and buy her presents for dealing with them

The group takes a lot of group photos but something always goes wrong for example Dot has never looked at the camera, a bird flies through, and/or they all fall somehow

Susan’s Mom once signed them all up to be camp counselors…chaos ensued

During sleepovers, the socs girls will take photos of each other with random phrases on them

They had a slam poetry night, Peg’s was about the Mango Juul Pod

this is the wrap\/

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The Secrets We Tell //

Dallas Winston x OC Curtis sister

Summary: After Cynthia Curtis suddenly gets iced out by her best friend, the notorious Dallas Winston, she’s desperate to take her mind off of him. After hearing about an end-of-the-year party at her school, she jumps at the opportunity to go. She no longer wants to even allow Dallas in her mind because to him, she’s now nothing. Tonight won’t be ruined by the infamous Dallas Winston.

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written, but I hope y’all like this one! Lmk if y’all wanna Pt II from Dallas’ perspective, and lmk what u think!

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One whole week. An entire week without even being acknowledged by my best friend. Dallas Winston, known for being a heartbreaker and trouble maker, but never as someone who’s disloyal. He’s not one to shy away from confrontation, so it comes as a surprise to me that he won’t even tell me what he’s upset about. His devotion to the ones he calls friends is something most people admire about the hot head from New York, and something I’ve always flaunted on his behalf to those who don’t know him. How is it that that same person has now iced out one of the first friends that he’s made in Tulsa? How can he throw 6 years out the window like it means nothing? On Monday, I walked to the DX to bother Soda and Steve before going home, and unsurprisingly, Dallas and Johnny were already there. But, would you believe, the second Dallas sees me, him and Johnny say their goodbyes and walk the opposite direction. And on Wednesday, I come home with a box of Razzles, one of Dallas’ favorites, but when I walk through the door with my usual smile, he eyes me up and down, says goodbye to Johnny and Pony, and leaves! Leaves without saying anything! Not even bothering me for Razzles and tackling me for the box like usual! He just leaves! And he calls himself a best friend?!

It stings. But then I get angry. If he can forget about me at the drop of a hat, then I can do the same. I will live my life without Dallas Winston, and be perfectly fine in doing so.

***

“C’mon, Dar, I’ll be back before midnight!” I plead again, following him from the truck and into the house full of our regular group, except Johnny and Dally. The guys watch diligently as we bicker about the party for the 100th time this week. He sighs and swings himself around to face me, “Absolutely not, Cynthia. Not only is it a Soc party, but it’s a Soc party held in the woods. Forget it.” Darry didn’t understand why I needed to go to this party so badly, and it’s not like I could just tell him that my best friend wasn’t talking to me and I needed to distract myself; he’s too matter-of-fact to understand how I feel. He turns back around, and I decide to try one final time, “Okay, first off, it ain’t in the woods, it’s an after-game party at the park, and second, it isn’t held by the Socs; it’s a whole-school party.” Without saying anything else, we file into the house and Darry goes straight to the bathroom for a quick, cold shower.

I watch him turn the corner to the hallway, cross my arms, and plop down on the couch beside Pony. “Why do you even wanna go? You hate school parties,” Pony inquires, placing a bookmark in his copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and glancing over to me. “It’s my last year of high school and I’ve never gone to a party. This is the last one of the year, and I just wanna see what it’s like I guess,” I lie. “Those parties suck anyways...there’s always some soc that drinks too much and convinces his friends to go beat up a greaser with him,” Soda chimes as him and Steve play blackjack at the kitchen table. I narrow my eyes and stare at them in disbelief, “You guys used to go to those parties all of the time, and you still do!” Soda and Steve share a glance with each other before Steve pipes up, “And? We love fighting; it’d be weirder if we weren’t there.” I scoff and throw my head back against the couch as Pony begins to read again.

I sharply sit up as an idea pops into my head, causing Pony to jolt and drop his book. I earn a glare from Pony as he picks up his book again, and I make sure to mouth a ‘sorry’ to him as I give a light squeeze on his shoulder. “Hey, Two? Theoretically speaking, what would it take for you to sneak me into a school party, and tell Darry that we were going to the library?” I ask sweetly. His eyes don’t leave the TV screen as he replies, “It’d take a million dollars for me to lie to Superman, especially when the lie is as unbelievable as me goin’ to a library. Plus, I wouldn’t want to be responsible if you got jumped at the party. Your brothers would skin me alive.” 

Darry enters the living room again, smelling less like tar and sweat and more like tar and soap, and takes a seat in dad’s old chair in the corner, unfolding the newspaper. “Hey, Dar?” I start sweetly. “If it’s a question about the party, drop it,” he states coldly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper. “What if someone came with me? Like, Soda or Two-Bit?” I suggest softly. Darry lays the newspaper in his lap and lets out a big sigh, “Are you going to bother me about this for the rest of the day if I say ‘no’?” “Yup, and for the rest of your life too,” I respond matter-of-factly. “If you can find someone to go with you that I approve of, fine, but I want you back at 10, not 11, not 12. And, if anything happens tonight, you’re never leaving this house again,” he says sternly before picking up his newspaper again.

***

“I still can’t believe you managed to get Darry to say yes to me being responsible for ya,” Two-Bit ponders as he drives us to the party. “I can be very annoying when I need to be,” I smile cockily, watching the street lights flash by the car. The air is cold as it whips through the cracked car windows, the moon full. With it being so close to summer, I would’ve thought it would’ve been warmer, and I’m second guessing my attire. Darry was right, I should’ve opted for jeans instead of this stupid, white skirt that was almost too short for me. Luckily, I had tights underneath, but when it’s cold in Tulsa, you’re gonna be cold regardless of what you wear.

I wonder what Dallas would think of my attire. He knows I hate skirts, but I wear them because of how much Mama said she liked them on me. And he knows I hate parties, and he probably would’ve made some remark about how stupid I’m going to look showing up in some tattered sneakers and an un-ironed black button up. Then he would’ve made fun of the Socs that are gonna be there, probably faking a gag at the very idea of them. He would’ve had the idea in mind that we would tell Darry we were running to the store so that Dallas could buy some cigs, when in reality, he would drag me to another part of town with a house full of drunk, lively greasers that smelt of Brylcreem and cheap beer.

It would be fun—but no. I am going to have a great time without my best friend. I am going to meet new people and celebrate my youth before I graduate and have to get a job and figure out my future. Maybe I’ll drink until my stomach hurts and go home drunk—or maybe not actually; I think Darry would kill me before I ever got the chance to graduate if I did that. But maybe I’ll drink a little! Just enough to feel a soft buzz that makes the world seem less daunting!

“You’re awful quiet for someone who’s been raging about this party for the last week,” Two comments as we’re stopped at a red light. I haven’t told anyone about Dally icing me out, and I probably shouldn’t, but when an opportunity presents itself…

“Hey, Two? Has Dally been acting weird to you?” I question as I stare out the window. “Not really...” he trails off. I turn to look at him and notice he’s chewing the corner of his mouth. “You’re lying,” I state bluntly, turning to face him with a stern expression. He sighs and giggles slightly, “Not lying, just avoiding, babe.” “Avoiding what?” I press, not taking no for an answer. “I’m really not supposed to say anything. When guys say stuff to each other, it stays between them. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them,” he explains politely. “Liar! You never follow the rules! None of us do!” I laugh, playfully punching him in the shoulder. “Okay, well, you have to drop it on this one. Trouble your brothers with it or somethin’,” he shrugs as he pulls into the dirt parking lot where other Socs and Greasers stand by their cars, some staring us down while others give a quick wave. “He talked to my brothers?” I ask. But Two ignores me, and gets out of the car before he can answer and I can ask more. I step out and walk beside Two and a few other greasers we know that we parked beside.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyways, I’m at the party I jumped through hoops to get to. I’m just going to have fun, and ignore my thoughts of Dallas for now. I’m at the party, I’m going to have fun. I’m at the party, I’m going to have fun. I’m at the party–

“Hey! Cynthia, right?” A soft, yet husk voice calls out from behind us. Adam Martin, a tall, dirty blonde, brown-eyed gem from Texas that moved here a couple months ago runs up to us. I don’t know much about Adam other than he has a younger sister named May, made it on the football team despite starting at our school halfway through the year, and he’s awful at math to the point where it’s laughable; but it’s impossible to laugh at him because he’s far too kind. And surprisingly, he’s a Greaser with all of the Soc qualities. Unlike us Greasers, he’s popular, drives a brand new stinger that he won in a raffle a couple months ago, doesn’t put grease in his hair, but has frizz-less curls, and he sports a varsity jacket around school while every girl swoons over him and tacks his last name onto theirs in their notebooks instead of taking notes in English.

“Uh, yeah, we have trig together, right?” I inquire with a smile. “Yeah, that’s right! I didn’t know you’d be here, I’ve never seen you at any parties,” he observes with a big smile, and the whitest, shiniest teeth I’d ever seen. I turn to Two-Bit and wave him off as I walk beside Adam. Two nods his head and runs along with his buddies to find a keg. “Yeah, usually I’m much to busy with homework for parties,” I explain, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, then clasping my hands behind my back nervously as we continue. “I wish you would’ve come to more,” he divulges, and suddenly my cheeks are red and my smile is wide. “Why do you say?” I chirp, glancing up at his chocolate-swirled, hazel eyes. “I’ve kinda always wanted to talk to you since I got here, but I was pretty nervous…especially ‘cuz when I mention your name, your brothers and their friends get brought up a lot. And, I hope I don’t offend you when I say, but they sound like a pretty scary bunch,” he laughs as we reach a vacant bench at the heart of the party and take our seats.

I scrunch my nose with an awkward smile before explaining, “Yeah, I think that’s why a lot of people don’t talk to me. But I can assure you that they only fight if they have good reason!” He chuckles and says, “Well, guess you can’t argue with that.” We both let out a light laugh before catching a glance at each other, the moon and field lights illuminating each other’s features. “Do you want to get something to drink?” I ask, breaking up the moment. He smiles, “Allow me.” He gets up, leaving me at the bench. I glance around and catch Two’s eyes, and flash him a thumbs up so that he can return to his group.

See? I can have fun without Dallas! Who needs him when you have Adam Martin to keep you company.

I see Adam at one of the coolers, taken away in conversation with Chet Grimes, fellow football player and professional douchebag. I hide my discontent at the sight of Chet, and observe who else is at the party. Lisa Hughes, Cindy Sanchez, Heath Callister, Dallas Winston, James Turnigan—Dallas?! What is he doing here?! He hates these stupid high school parties!

Dallas stands beside Sarah Hannigan as she rambles on and on to him about something incoherent to me, all the while, he appears to be looking around the party. Perhaps he’s people watching like I am. Or maybe he’s looking for me—no. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t be because he has no reason to. Clearly he’s upset, and that’s why he’s not speaking to me anymore, so he probably has friends with him and he’s looking for them. Whatever, it doesn’t matter what he’s doing.

I look around for Adam, but seem to have lost him in the crowd. Not wanting Dallas to see me by myself, I get up quick and look around for any sign of Two and his friends. It’s as though every single student decided to show up right here, right now. I squeeze past different groups of people and hear a familiar laugh. Thank God, I found Two-Bit!

Two’s already drunker than a gambler at the racetrack, and normally, I’d be annoyed, but, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’ve never been happier to see Two in my life. I smile at him and the other Greasers before joining the circle that they’ve created. While the group babbles about their greatest hits against Socs, my eyes dance around the party to try and find Adam. Again, he’s nowhere to be seen, and I try to listen to what the guys are saying. But it’s hard to concentrate when you know your, maybe, best friend is around you, yet you can’t talk to them because your pride prevents you from it.

Why was Dallas here anyways? He’s the one that always talked about how much he hated the whole concept of high school, and how I should just drop out like him. But now he’s here? Doing what? He’d much rather be at the rodeo or at Buck’s, and he wouldn’t be caught dead at some high school kickback at the park. Or at least not usually. Maybe he’s looking for a fight with an easy target? But why would he choose a drunken Soc? He prefers a challenge, even when he’s way in over his head; I can’t possibly imagine him hanging around a party looking to fight some rando wearing tan corduroys and freshly polished shoes.

“There you are!” Adam exclaims behind me, startling me ever so slightly. I turn to face him before he apologizes kindly and hands me a beer in a red solo cup. I say thank you, and follow him to a group of his friends nearby, taking a final glance over my shoulder to see if I could see Dallas again. But I don’t. It’s as though he vanished. Maybe I had imagined him here? Probably, I mean, with how much thought I’m giving him, you’d think I was crazy.

Even though Adam and I stand with the group, we have our own conversation as though the others don’t exist. His family’s broken, like mine, but not in the same way. He has a mom and dad, but they treat him like he doesn’t exist because they’re too focused with work and his little sister, May, who’s just 3 years old. But he explains that she sees him, and he’s okay with things that way. And believe it or not, that Stinger that he won? He absolutely despises it. He jokes about it constantly, causing me to laugh more than I should. He says the car is way too small for a 6’4” guy like him, and he’s embarrassed every time he has to squeeze into that tiny sports car after school. And even more embarrassing, the first time he got out of the car, he practically fell out because one of his shoes got caught on the edge of the floor. His reenactment of the event causes me to laugh louder than I ever should, especially when, during the explanation, Adam actually falls and spills some of his beer on his pristine varsity jacket. I help him back up, and he excuses himself as he chuckles to go and find something to clean up his jacket.

Realizing that the rest of the group doesn’t care too much for my laughing presence, I step away to find Two again, finishing off whatever is in my cup. I see Two by a keg and start making my way over. Perhaps it’s the buzz from the alcohol or the disorienting high of laughing so much, but I don’t realize the tall, dark figure standing beside Two until it’s too late.

“Hey, Cyn,” Dallas greets sheepishly. Two giggles ever so slightly and says, “I will leave y’all to it.” I watch him laugh and stumble away towards a group of girls who seem to be amused at his behavior. “What was that about?” I ask, trying to hold my composure and not seem buzzed. “Hell if I know, that’s just Two, but what are you doing here anyways?” Dallas inquires, seemingly bothered by my presence. “I could ask you the same. You don’t even go to school,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What’s your deal?”

“Seriously? You’re gonna ask me that?”

“Okay, fine. Forget it then. What time are you supposed to be home?”

“Don’t see why that would matter to you.”

“Jeez, lay off would ya? It’s a quarter to ten, I can’t imagine Dar would want you out any later than that. Why don’t I take you–”

“No.”

Dallas stares in disbelief. I narrow my brows and turn away to pour myself more beer from the keg, but can’t seem to figure out the spout. Dallas watches in amusement before teasing, “M‘kay, lightweight, let me get that for you.” He scoffs as he fills my cup, and suddenly my eyes start to burn with tears. “Why are you mad at me?” I wince. Dallas suddenly looks confused, “Mad at you—why are you about to cry?” “I’m not, and yeah, you’re clearly mad at me. You don’t talk to be anymore, and you ignore me when we’re at home, and you obviously told Two-Bit something ‘cuz he lies every time I ask him about ya,” I fight back tears, but a couple stream down my cheeks before I wipe them away. He laughs slightly before handing me my drink and guiding me to a fallen tree by the field for us to sit on.

“I’m not mad at you, and also, I’d prefer you didn’t talk to Two about me because half of it won’t even be accurate,” he chuckles, playing with a ring on his finger. “If you’re not mad at me, why aren’t you talking to me? Obviously something’s wrong!” I exclaim as I stand up quickly and face him, causing a little bit of my beer to spill out over my hand. Dallas scoffs again, looking away from me before standing up as well, “It doesn’t matter what’s wrong anyways. You’re fine whether I’m here or not, and I’m sure Darry prefers it that way too! I drink, I smoke, I keep you out past curfew–”

“So all this is because of Darry? He told you–”

“Darry didn’t tell me anything! It’s me, I’m telling you! We don’t make a good team, and you deserve better.”

“What?! Where is this even coming from?! Never once have I said to you I’m better than you–”

“You don’t have to!”

“Cynthia, is everything okay?” Adam surprises me, and I turn around to look at him, tears now freely flowing. “Everything’s fine, she’s just–” Dallas starts. “I didn’t ask you,” Adam glares at Dallas before turning to me again softly, “Are you okay?” My stomach begins to turn, but I confirm, “Yeah, everything’s fine. This is my brothers’ friend, Dallas Winston, the biggest grade-A asshole.” “Why don’t I take you home,” Adam suggests, holding out his hand. My stomach grumbles again before Dallas chimes, “I’ve got it, her brothers won’t be happy with a stranger taking her home anyways.” “Well I’m not letting her go with you if she’s crying and yelling at you,” Adam states firmly. Their words begin to get muffled as the familiar taste of alcohol begins to resurface.

Oh no.

I turn away from both of them, holding onto Dallas’ forearm as I throw up onto the grass in front of me. Onlookers gasp, giggle, point, and everything in between. Adam takes a step back with a look of disgust on his face, while Dallas is quick to place a hand on my lower back while the other holds my hair out of my face. As I lean over and look at my foamy vomit that’s sinking into the ground, I turn bright red, not even wanting to look at everyone else around me.

I’m going to die of embarrassment before I ever graduate, this is it.

Before anyone has a chance to make any sort of joke, Dallas shouts for everyone to hear, “If any of you so much as look at her funny, I will personally make it my mission to make sure you never step foot in Oklahoma ever again!” Eventually, everyone turns around and goes back to their conversations, terrified of the infamous Dallas Winston causing them harm in any way, and I finally look around and don’t feel as scared. “You okay, doll face?” Dallas whispers, keeping his hand on my lower back as I stand beside him and look at Adam. “Uh, you know, I’d better get going, but it was great meeting you, Cynthia,” he awkwardly gives his farewell, taking a final glance at the vomit before walking away briskly.

I cringe at the interaction before glancing up at Dallas. He can’t help but smirk and sigh, “Let’s go home, barf bag.” I glare at him before turning away to smile. As we walk back to the car, a drunken Two-Bit’s laugh can be heard along with some disgruntled Socs. Dallas hands me the keys before saying firmly, “Passenger’s seat, not driver’s, kid.” He walks away to retrieve our giggling jester, and I continue making my way to Buck’s car.

I’d know that car anywhere. Dallas drives it more than Buck does most of the time, and it’s the first car I ever drove. Dallas and I had gotten high when we were 14 and were in an abandoned parking lot when I mentioned how terrified I was to learn how to drive. Suddenly, I was being egged on to try it out, and how there’s no better time than the present. Yes, I definitely should’ve been sober, and yes, I probably shouldn’t have listened to a higher-than-a-kite Dallas Winston, but there I was, behind the wheel of a beautiful, red Thunderbird, telling Dallas how nervous I was that I was going to crash it. At one point, Dallas grabbed control of the wheel when I was heading towards the only other car in the lot, but once we diverted a 15 mile per hour crash that definitely would’ve taken our lives, we put the car in park and laughed hysterically. When it’s just Dallas and I, he still teases me about how awful of a driver I was at that time, and I can’t help but laugh at the thought of having to explain to Buck how I crashed into the only other car in the parking lot, going under the speed limit, while high on one puff at six o’clock on a random Thursday. I wish I could go back to that moment.

I try to stick the key into the lock, but struggle before actually being able to unlock the car door. As if on cue, Two and Dallas show up right as I get the door open, and Two practically dives into the backseat. Dallas pushes the seat back into place and makes a dramatic, yet sarcastic, gesture for me to get in, somewhat gently closing the door after me.

I glance back at Two, and he’s nearly knocked out, his eyes getting heavier and heavier the more I stare, and by the time Dallas settles into the driver’s seat and starts the car, Two’s out like a light. I turn and look at Dallas with a light smile as he turns his head to back out. Before he does, we stare at each other for a moment. Without saying anything, he tells me that he’s not angry at me, he’s scared of something. He gets the car moving again, and we begin our short journey back home.

“On the bright side, we’ll make it back right at ten, so your brother won’t be chewing anyone’s head off tonight,” Dallas comments, pulling a cigarette out of the pocket inside his light brown, leather jacket. “Light this for me would ya?” Dallas asks, using the cig to gesture to the glove compartment where Buck keeps the lighter. The lighter, which is nearly empty, struggles to ignite, but of course, the second it does, I burn my thumb and drop it on the floor of the car, cursing under my breath and cradling my hand. “Klutz,” Dallas teases before taking my hand, and briefly sucking the stinging part of my thumb to cool the burn before letting go of my hand. Seemingly shocked by his own actions, Dallas sits up straight in the seat and stares forward, clearing his throat. My heart is pounding out of my chest as butterflies tickle the sides of my stomach.

What was that? Why am I feeling like this? Was Dallas somehow attractive? My best friend, Dallas? The same Dallas who belches after every sip of soda? The one who hocks a loogie after every cigarette and measures how far it goes? The same one who leaves the toilet seat up?! Attractive?! No way in hell! I’m just buzzed and confused and coming off the anxiety of embarrassment. There’s no way that that was attractive. Think about how many girls he’s done that to. Gross. Think gross thoughts, think gross thoughts, think gross thoughts–

“So Buck has this new broad staying with him, and, get this, she wants him to quit drinking to be with her. And guess what he said? He said he would! Can you believe that?” Dallas gossips animatedly. I shake my head from its brain fog and exclaim, “Nuh-uh, no way! Buck? Who owns a bar? That’s insane.” “That’s what I’m saying, there’s no way that’s gonna work, I hate to say it,” Dallas chuckles. “Well…” I trail off with a smile, imagining how whipped Buck must be to consider quitting.

“‘Well’ what?”

“Maybe he really likes her.”

“So?”

“Maybe he really wants to change for her.”

“Not Buck Merrill, that’s impossible.”

“Don’t be so severe on ‘im. What if he really sees a future with her? It might be worth it.”

“The futures not even guaranteed though…I mean, what if they end up hating each other? Or she leaves him or cheats on him or–”

“And what if she doesn’t?”

The car’s silent, then Dallas says, “I guess it would work out then. They’d be happy.”

I look at the small burn on my thumb and run my other thumb over it. It’s no longer stinging, but there’s a small blister. The thought of Dallas fixing the burn crosses my mind again, and I find myself smiling wide.

Have I ever made Dallas feel this way?

We pull up to my house, but neither of us move, stuck in the comfort of each other’s, and Two-Bit’s, I guess, company. I search the depths of my mind for the right thing to say, anything to call him my best friend again. I just want him around again, even if it was just to tell me how awful of a driver I am, or how I can’t hold my alcohol, or how I’m wearing a skirt even though I hate them. How could this have happened? How could we go from goofing around everyday to crossing the street when we see each other? How do we go back?

“I was never mad at you,” Dallas starts, fiddling around with his Saint Christopher as he stares down the street and scoffs, “I don’t think I ever could be mad at you, even if I really wanted to be.”

Knowing Dallas wouldn’t look at me when trying to formulate some sort of twisted apology, I stare down at the empty lighter on the ground, pick it up, and mess with the flint. “Then why’d you stop talking to me?” I question sadly.

“I don’t know…It’s like one day I woke up and realized you would be moving forward without me, y’know,” he uncomfortably snickers.

“What could you possibly mean? What would I be moving on to?” I press, holding the lighter between my hands and staring out the windshield.

He scoffs in disbelief, “C’mon, Cyn. You’re smart and wanna leave Tulsa, so you will. You put in those college applications, you’re saving up for a car, you even talk about your dream of living in California like it’s set in stone. Like there’s no talking you out of it. It’s going to happen.”

I turn to face him, and explain, “I’m not going to stay in Tulsa forever, of course not, but that doesn’t mean I should be punished for it. I want change, and I want to start somewhere fresh and have the freedom to try everything. That’s not here in Tulsa, let alone Oklahoma, and you’ve even talked about wanting to leave here. I just don’t buy it, Dal. What’s the real reason you shut me out? And be honest.”

He finally looks at me, his eyes filled with annoyance and a touch of anger. “I don’t like how you make me feel,” he admits coldly.

I’m taken aback, thinking about how to answer. Before I can, he adds, “It’s just annoying that I can’t be how I usually am around you…Like tonight for instance. I should be drunk and trying to pick up every broad I see, but I’m not. I’m completely sober and driving you home, making sure you get home before curfew, and making sure you don’t go home with some jock who you barely know.

“And last week, when you showed up early to Buck’s and waited for me to get there, and then that creep from Nebraska hit on you. And instead of knocking his teeth in, I bit my tongue and walked you out. And that’s not me! I love fighting! I would’ve jumped at the chance to knock him to the ground! But I didn’t because I knew it would’ve made you cry. You would’ve resented me for it, and I would’ve had to make it up to you a hundred times over because I would’ve scared you.

“I got so tired of you, but I hated not having you around at the same time, which is why I went to that stupid party. I hate that I feel the need to be more like that dipshit you were talking to tonight—And I don’t mean a jock, I mean being some sort of prep that’s respectable and on his way to becoming one of those stupid neighbors that’s obsessed with how his lawn looks or something. I don’t want to be that! You know how much I hate preps, and I know how much you hate them, so why do I feel the need to be that way for you?! It’s not fair.”

I can’t help but let out a quick laugh, “Why would you care what I think?” Dallas turns away with a huff, and before he gets the chance to say anything, Two chimes in, “Because he likes you!” My smile falls and those butterflies start dancing around my stomach again. Dallas is quick to turn and face the smart ass sitting in the back seat, “I told you not to say anything!” Two just laughs and sits up in the back, laughing directly in the face of danger. I’m quick to push Dallas back into the front before he does something he’ll regret.

“Dallas, is that true?!” I interrogate, making sure to keep a neutral tone despite feeling a strange sense of joy. Dallas looks to me, his eyes softening, but before he even gets a chance to answer, my door is opened, and Darry stands leaning over the car, “You’re late.” I turn to Darry, then back to Dallas, who hasn’t said a word and has since turned a soft shade of red. I face Darry again and smile sheepishly, “But I’m home, aren’t I?” Two-Bit leans over the center console and burps, “Sorry for bringing her back late, Sir.” Darry just roles his eyes and steps away from the door so that I can get out. “Thanks, Dally,” Darry says before closing the door. “No problem, Superman,” Dallas jokes before starting the car back up. I take a final glance before he speeds off with Two-Bit in tow, and I can almost make out a beaming smile from the guy everyone deems as angry at the world and bitter.

I grin widely as we make our way inside, where Soda and Pony sit on the couch, saying their “ooh”’s as we walk through the door. But I don’t care. No matter what punishment Darry gives, it doesn’t matter. Dallas Winston, the boy I’ve known since I was 11, who I thought I had all figured out, was a complete mystery. Dallas, my best friend, has been hiding a part of himself from me, and I had no idea.

As Darry explains the consequences that come from being out past curfew, I stare blankly into his eyes. He yaps on and on, eventually pointing out the smell of alcohol hovering around me, but even then, I can’t stop thinking about Dallas. How long has he liked me? Why hasn’t he tried to make a move on me, after all, isn’t that what he’s kinda known for? If Dallas wants something, he always gets it. And why would he have gone out with Sylvia? Could Two-Bit have been confused? He has been drinking…

But he smiled.

He doesn’t smile like that very often. Was a part of him happy that Two said what he said? Dallas isn’t one to talk feelings, so maybe by Two-Bit blurting out his secret, it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. And that would mean, it’s true. Dallas Winston likes me. Likes me.

“…grounded for a month,” Darry finishes, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yeah, okay,” I agree quickly, getting up from the kitchen table and walking to my room. “What?! No argument?!” Darry shouts as I close my bedroom door, throw myself onto my bed, and squeal into my pillow, something I normally would be ashamed of, but I can’t help it.

I wonder what Dallas is thinking right now. I wonder if he’s thinking of me, or maybe he’s too preoccupied with getting Two-Bit home. Hopefully Dallas isn’t too harsh on Two, he was just being his usual self. And surely, he must’ve learned his lesson; never tell Two-Bit Mathews who you like. But I’m sure glad he did.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #two bit mathews #darrel curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders dally #dally #outsiders

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the problem w/ SAB s2

i finished the season about 30 minutes ago, so here are some thoughts

Heavy Heavy Heavy Spoilers under the Cut for all 8 episodes of Shadow and Bone season 2 as well as TGT, SOC and KOS duology. 

I’ll be honest. I think if I take my feelings on the source material out of the question, I really enjoyed the season. I know my friend and my sister who haven’t read the books really liked it. So theres that for one. I’ve said a handful of times that I dont mind if they change plot points as long as the bones stay true, and that remains true, the problem is, that they DID change the bones. for TGT:

To be honest, I was really alright with pretty much all of the changes up until the aftermath of the darkling/the folds defeat. Look. I know a lot of people want Alina to keep her powers at the end of TGT, its one of the most common complaints I see, and to be completely transparent, I too thought that when I first read the book when I was much younger than I am now. But I KNOW and I think you do too deep down, that she has to in order for the book to say what it is meaning to say. The entire lesson of the grisha trilogy is that power corrupts. Is that if you go against the laws of nature, if you push the boundaries of what is natural, of that power, that there will be consequences. And we see that to a point in the show right, we see that the darkling faces consequences for his use of merzost, and we see right at the end that Alina’s power has been corrupted presumably by her own use of merzost to bring Mal back. But this doesn’t quite work right. Because the whole point, is that Alina gave up her power knowingly, that she chose it because even though she loved her power, she loved Mal more. And she RECOGNIZED the path that pursing that power was leading her down, and she didn’t want that. So she accepted the consequences willingly, and took Mal and they led a happy peaceful life. so her a) not losing her power, b) sending mal away to be sturmhond (we’ll get there in a minute) and c) staying with Nikolai, just totally goes against what the story Bardugo was trying to tell was.

So WHY did they make these changes? I think so they could have more seasons. So that they could do KOS and include Alina (and Mal). By replacing David(rip)’s role in the triumvirate with Alina, they allow her to be present in the KOS plot. So I suspect (or maybe I just deeply hope) we will see Alina lose her power and fake her death (with Mal) within the area of the plot that should have been held by David. But again, this doesn’t really work right? Because David, being the one to work w/ Nikolai on his inventions is directly impacting the plot, and David’s death, after he and Genya are married, has a different impact both on her and on the audience. and on ZOYA, whos whole Garden scene is much less meaningful if the death she’s just endured is a fake one (presumably in this case Alina). Now I realize they’re probably goign totally off book now, but Nikolai and David’s inventions were integral to that plot, and Zoya’s garden is a big big big part of the BONES of the KOS duology. So… what now. I dont know.

Mal going off to work as Sturmhond just feels lazy in a way. They needed to keep Alina active in the plot for future seasons, and couldn’t rationalize him staying if he wasn’t with her (which is BS but I digress) and it also gives them an easy way to connect the two sides of the story by having Inej on the ship with him.

Which brings me to the THE CROWS

I went into it not expecting much from the crows storyline. I really didn’t. And until the very last moments I was starting to think that they weren’t going to do the jurda parem/ice court saga at all. But they clearly are. So. Here are my overall thoughts:

Not sure what the hells,they’re going to do since they used most of the plot points from CK in this. I mean, the whole takedown of Pekka, and the plague, and even a knock off slat fight and a knock off kanej bathroom scene. I mean really, the two best scenes in the entire GRISHAVERSE and they ruin them like that??? uhg. AND INEJ LEFT!!! Like the ice court heist requires her… and the OG jesper is a fabrikator reveal is so good, and now we have established relationship wesper? and I just dont know how any of that is gonna make any sense at all, and it just seems like they took all the best parts of SOC/CK and just… ruined them. Which, whatever, like I said, I didn’t have super high hopes, but its just they’ve now worked their way through most of the character arcs (particularly for Kaz and Inej) for the crows during that duology so like what now, ya know? I dunno.

Also pretty disappointing to see Inej without her own ship. But, I digress. I thought the whole shadow killing sword side plot was a bit contrived, and unncessary, could have spent that time building up Tamadia better, or dropping more hints about Zoyalai. Or… about a million and one other things.

I thought that by far the best part of the season was Nikolai. He was, far more than anyone else, the most true to his book character and character arc. I thought Paddy did an excellent job. He was the highlight for me 100%.

#sab s2 #shadow and bone season 2 #sab s2 spoilers #shadow and bone spoilers #shadow and bone season 2 spoilers

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i adore reading your analytical posts abt soc so much jts not even funny; stumbling upon your account was like a coming across a goldmine 🙏 ALSO I RLLY WANT TO ONOW ABT THE SHE TREATS US LJKE MARKS ESSAY IVE NEVER THOIGHT ABT THAT RLLY also i loved the mr crimson post anw im sorry i’ll shut up now

Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like them!!

This is the first time someone’s submitted a question so bare with me because if there’s any way to do this wrong I’ll probably manage it, but here are my thoughts on the red herrings :)

She’s treating us like marks - an analysis of Leigh Bardugo’s use of red herrings in Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom

*warning: CONSTANT SPOILERS AHEAD!*

I happen to be an absolute sucker for a good bit of foreshadowing, I think if it’s done well it’s one of the best literary techniques out there, so it’s something I always like to try and be on the look out for when I read. With books that I go back and reread, in this case many many times (seriously I’ve never specifically counted but I’m pretty sure I’m at over ten times each for the duology, it’s ridiculous), I like to find the things I didn’t realise were foreshadowing the first time round. When rereading six of crows and crooked kingdom, I realised that a lot of the things I expected to be foreshadowing didn’t actually come to fruition whilst other, seemingly less important, details were the actual foreshadowing. I LOVE IT! It’s genius, because it leaves the reader worrying about one thing so they’re too distracted to realise the groundwork is being laid for something else. But you know what that makes me think of? Kaz’s ideology of “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet? […] Tell him you’re going to steal his watch,” and “you have to let the mark feel like he’s won”. Leigh Bardugo literally cons us, and she tells us that she’s doing it in Crooked Kingdom when the group are certain that they know where Inej is being kept, but Kaz says “Too obvious. He’s treating us like marks”. GENIUS

So I compiled a few of my favourite examples (in no particular order), if you know of any I’ve missed please add more I would love to see them!!

The cannon at the Ice Court. When the Crows first arrive in Djerholm they see a cannon built into the the cliff face, a defence mechanism for the Court, and Kaz says what might be one of my favourite underrated lines of his: “I’ve broken into banks, warehouses, mansions, museums, vaults, a rare book library, and once the bedchamber of a visiting Kaelish diplomat whose wife had a passion for emeralds. But I’ve never had a cannon shot at me”. Jesper jokes that “there’s something to be said for novelty” but then continues to say that a cannon would be useless against a ship as small as theirs and that it’s designed for “invading armadas”. They don’t mention the cannon again, but it stuck in my mind when I first read it as a looming threat, a reminder that the danger wouldn’t end when they left the court. So when they arrived in the harbour was I expecting soldiers, or a heartrender, or for Nina to take parem? Nope, I was too busy worrying about the schooner being blown to pieces - especially when the Crows all have such specific painful and/or traumatic experiences linking to water, with 4 out of 6 of them being drowning related. But that isn’t to say that the waiting soldiers at the dock weren’t foreshadowed. All the way through Leigh Bardugo constantly reminds us that Matthias had never seen black protocol in action, and that his time in the prison sector had been brief, but she lulls us into a false sense of security by letting us believe that the secret bridge onto the White Island was all Matthias was hiding. We trust him by this point, so we don’t expect anything to be different to what he’s told us, even though this is an aspect he couldn’t possibly have predicted. Bonus points for the fact that Nina’s poor well-being in the aftermath of the drug is foreshadowed by a joke at the awful Inn they go to before the job; the food is disgusting and she says “when I don’t want to eat, you know there’s a problem”, and in Crooked Kingdom it’s many times emphasised that she’s unhealthily losing weight and her appetite has vastly decreased, with Matthias buying her chocolate biscuits “in the hopes she’d eat something”.

The poison pill. Leigh Bardugo worked very hard in Crooked Kingdom to make us think that Nina might die. We went into that book knowing there was a strong possibility that she wouldn’t come out the other side; we knew very little about how she was coping with parem withdrawal at the end of soc, but we had seen around a minimum of five grisha being destroyed by the drug so far. (That’s a guess I haven’t actually counted). So we went in with the idea that she was already in a precarious situation, and even though we begin to see her regain herself she struggles throughout the novel both physically and mentally in the aftermath of the drug. Matthias begins to dream of being lost on the ice in the worst storms known to Fjerda, knowing that she was out there somewhere and that he could not reach her. This sounds like it’s foreshadowing her death. Then when the pair go to the Ravkan embassy, Tamar gives Nina a small yellow pill that Genya made; she explains that it kills instantly and painlessly, saying “we all have them” to make sure they cannot be drugged and enslaved by the Shu government, who are hunting for grisha with the Khergud at the time. Matthias is terrified by this, but Nina just slips it into her pocket without a second thought. At that moment I thought that Nina would almost take the pill only to be stopped by someone else, because it felt too obvious that it would kill her, but I did wonder if the Khergud would be the ones to stop her and so she would still be lost. But the pill never gets mentioned again, except when the Dime Lions come for Nina at Sweet Reef and she briefly remembers that it’s still in her pocket. Then never again. And Matthias’ dreams were, of course, actually foreshadowing the FESTIVAL OF PAIN AND TORTURE that is chapter 40.

Mr Crimson. I’m so glad you like my Mr Crimson idea! Basically I posted saying I think that he represents death in the novels and I’ve also talked before about how I think the Komedie Brute costumes that the characters usually adopt are representative of their character; Kaz the Madman, Nina the Lost Bride, Inej and Wylan the Grey Imp, and Jesper and Matthias Mr Crimson. I won’t go into detail about all of them but if you’re interested the post is on my page, but with the idea that Mr Crimson represents death it’s very important to me that, although all of them wear his cloak at least once, he is the only Komedie Brute character taken on by Jesper and Matthias (at least to my recollection, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong). So of course I would argue that Matthias taking on the image in Crooked Kingdom foreshadows his death, but in that case what does Jesper’s represent? I came up with two options but I actually think you could combine them into one: it’s a red herring to make us align him with the literal death of Matthias, whilst actually foreshadowing the metaphorical death that his addiction and mental well-being are driving him towards as he tries desperately to stop them - in his own words to Colm “I’m dying anyway, Da, I’m just doing it slow”

Oh god sorry that this is yet another long post I hope y’all enjoyed this enough for it to be worth the time it takes for you to read all my ramblings 😭

Tagging people who asked for this one in the replies to my essay titles post - @the-magnificunt @flerkenkiddingme @luridorangeandviolentviolet @snowblack-charcoalwhite

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Desire, Emotion, And Knowledge

Here’s the first day of the Summer Of Cum fic marathon! I’ll do my best to try and post each installment at or around 5 p.m. EST, but obviously, no promises. If anyone wants on or off my taglist, please let me know! Enjoy!

Day 1: Coming Untouched

SOC prompt list here. SOC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Parmen (ST:TOS) x Reader, slight implied Philana (TOS) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Platonian/Human sex, stimulation via telekinesis, fingering (kind of?), coming untouched, dirty talk, power play, telepathy, slight degradation kink, begging, implied bisexual!Parmen and Philana, also implied open marriage between Parmen and Philana, gentle sex, technically captor/captive but it’s mutual and consensual.

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“Have you found yourself a new plaything, darling?” Philana asked as she glided over to her husband’s side. Her arms wrapped delicately around Parmen’s shoulders, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Yes, Human females are always so responsive. I’ve missed their sensitivity - one of the few disadvantages of moving from Earth to Platonius,” he mused as his eyes traveled down the length of my nude body. If he’d been Human, his gaze would have been the only thing I felt, but since he was Platonian, his eyes were followed by the sensation of his fingers squeezing my breasts. A whimper bubbled up in my throat, and a dark sort of hunger tugged at Parmen’s lips. “You see? I haven’t even deigned to touch her, yet she’s squirming.”

“Enjoy yourself, my love. Just make sure to show me how she looks before you give her back. I do so love seeing your little toys’ marks after they’ve been played with,” she crooned before kissing her husband’s cheek and leaving the room.

“My wife and I indulged in Humans and their pleasures quite often when we resided on your planet. The siren call of the flesh is quite powerful with sensitive, receptive beings such as the members of your species. We didn’t even have our powers then, yet Humans were so expressive about their pleasure,” Parmen said as he leaned farther back in his chair and looked down at me where I knelt in the center of the room. “You are an exquisite specimen, aren’t you?”

The amazement in his voice was followed by the sensation of lips trailing down my neck. Beneath the flowing fabric of the ancient Greek style tunic covering him, Parmen was visibly hard. Could he feel the softness of my skin against his lips, too? I ached to touch him, but the same telekinesis that he was using to tease me kept me firmly in place on my knees.

He and the other Platonians had been performing this sort of telekinetic trickery since we arrived here.

We’d been called to Platonius by a distress signal, and once we arrived, I assisted Doctor McCoy with Parmen’s treatment. When our patient finally woke up from his sedative-induced sleep, I was standing over him with a medical tricorder taking some readings on his vitals.

The sensation of a warm, gentle hand caressing my cheek startled me into dropping my scanner. Glancing around, I saw that nothing was actually touching me, but that the leader of Platonius was gazing up at me as if I held the same intrigue as one of his intellectual questions.

“Such a lovely sight to wake up to...” Parmen rasped as a smile spread across his features, crinkling his eyes slightly at the corners. Oh, he was quite handsome. When my tricorder floated back up in front of my hands, I caught it and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before going to alert the Doctor.

Everything else came to a head when Parmen summoned all four of us into his throne room. After a few less-than-diplomatic words from both the Captain and the Platonians, the Philosopher King used his powers to make Kirk slap himself hard, over and over until he nearly collapsed.

“Wait! Stop! Parmen, sir, please stop! Don’t hurt him! The Captain’s only trying to protect us - to keep his officers safe,” I called out before I could stop myself, and all at once, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh ceased. Parmen’s eyes focused fully on me, then. I thought that the intensity of his gaze meant that I would be next to receive his wrath, but the retribution I expected never came. Instead, our captor rose from his seat and took a few curious steps toward me.

“A heartfelt plea for mercy from such a gentle lady... How could anyone refuse such a request unless their eyes were blind and their heart was made entirely of stone?” He mused as he reached out and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Fear not, oh compassionate one, your Captain shall come to no further harm by my hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” I’d replied, and he smiled in the same way that he had when he’d awakened earlier. He sent the Captain back to wait with Spock and McCoy, then, and he gave me a tour of the grounds - one which ended in his private quarters where I now knelt naked and dripping for him.

“Patience, little one. Being a King’s concubine - temporary or otherwise - has its rewards, I assure you,” he said as his gaze dropped lower. Invisible hands grasped my thighs and spread them farther apart. “I suppose you’ve never been with a Philosopher King, have you? The position is quite rare. You seem surprised, though. Have you never been touched in a sensual manner?”

Desperately searching for my voice as large, non-corporeal fingers slipped between my legs, I nodded my head.

“I have, but...never by a person’s mind. Sexual telekinesis is an entirely new experie–” I broke off with a gasp as two fingers slipped inside me, deeper than even Parmen’s long digits could have reached. With a broken mewl, I ducked my head trying to hide the intensity of my reaction. An invisible hand grasped my jaw and forced my head back up.

“You will look upon my face, harlot. A king is lowering himself in order to grant you pleasure. I would have your gratitude.” His voice thundered imperiously through the room as his mind-fingers struck me in just the right way to make me moan his name. Parmen’s gaze softened somewhat at the sound, and when he spoke again, he appeared only slightly more compassionate. “Come now, little one. Be polite or I shall have you tied to the dining table and left there, nude and dripping, for all to look upon as they consume their evening meal.”

“Thank you,” I managed to squeak, but that wasn’t quite good enough.

“‘Thank you...?’” He prompted, and I scrambled for the correct title. What the hell was I supposed to call a Philosopher King? ‘Sir?’ Or perhaps ‘my liege?’ Steeling myself for punishment in case I chose incorrectly, I wetted my lips with my tongue.

“Thank you, my gracious king,” I tried, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“You’re quite welcome, pretty girl,” he crooned, reaching surreptitiously down to grind his palm against the tent in his tunic. A low hum emanated from his throat as I dripped onto the invisible hand moving between my legs - or I should say through it, since there was nothing actually there. “My wife lacks the patience for such play. She prefers that the main event be reached almost immediately. Instant gratification, you understand. I, however, tend towards a different approach...”

Taking up a rough but dilatory pace, he repeated his previous action, striking the spot inside me with his telekinesis until pleas fell from my lips as freely as the tears of desperation that had begun trickling down my cheeks. A low moan from the man playing with my body so precisely drew my eyes.

He had pulled his length from beneath his tunic and was stroking himself in time with his mental thrusts. As I watched, precome dripped over the back of his hand in a long rivulet that I could almost taste despite our distance.

“Parmen...my king, please...”

“You must ask for precisely what you desire if you truly wish to receive it,” he called looking at me with hooded eyelids. “I might be inclined towards mercy, after all, you have brought it out in me before.”

Through my gasps, I managed to force out a few words.

“Please, I want t-to feel you,” I requested as I was almost lifted off the ground with the force of his thrusts.

“Ah, but you can feel me,” he countered with a mischievous smirk.

“Please, I want to kiss you...to touch your body and bring you pleasure in return.” At that, his head tipped back, exposing the length of his neck. I knew this was only temporary, that he was married, but I wanted to leave a hickey or two on that long neck if only to prove that this had actually happened. “Please, my king. Please, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”

“You beg so beautifully. I see no reason to refuse you, but first...” He trailed off and the speed of the invisible hand fucking me into oblivion increased until I fell apart. He didn’t slow his ravaging pace for even a moment as I rode out my pleasure.

When I finally came back to myself, I found my body was fully supported by the same telekinetic hands that had drawn such ecstasy from within. The sensation of teasing fingertips grazed their way up my chest to my neck.

“Such transcendent sensuality! Eros himself could not have created a more splendid display,” Parmen praised as I lifted my head to look at him again. An adoring little smile stretched his lips even as he continued slowly stroking his cock. “Come, little one, you’ve earned your wish. Do what you will with me.”

The tension holding me up released, and I dropped shakily to my hands and knees. I didn’t trust the stability of my legs so soon after such an intense orgasm, so I closed the few feet between us by crawling. When I was between his legs, I trailed soft kisses up his inner thighs. As my lips met his sticky shaft, he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

I hoped that if I showed him a different sort of affection than the casual harshness that seemed to pervade Platonian society, he might find it a welcome change...and perhaps be gentle with me in return. When he tilted my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him, something changed. Keeping eye contact, I placed a gentle kiss on the head of his leaking cock.

After several moments of lavishing careful, languid affection on the Philosopher King’s length, I heard him moan above me. Murmured praise fell from his lips until he could stand the incessant build no longer, and his blunt tip slipped across my entrance as he helped me up to straddle his hips. We both let out breathy, desperate sounds at the stimulation, and his hands moved to my upper back.

“We Platonians tend to indulge our crueler sexual impulses, but this...” he murmured as I kissed my way up his neck toward his jaw. The scent of masculine musk and roses flowed over me, seeming to emanate naturally from his skin. Did all Platonians smell so lovely, or was this a result of ancient Greek perfuming techniques? The Platonians did take much of their cultural and aesthetic cues from ancient Greece, after all, and Grecian men did tend towards roses and lilies for their scents. My scholarly musings were cut off by his low, rumbling voice. “Several centuries have passed since I last experienced such complete gentleness. It almost seems as if I never have before...”

Cupping the back of my head with a tenderness I hadn’t felt since he woke up after his treatment, Parmen drew me into a kiss that spoke more of emotion than appetite. So this was the potential I’d sensed within him!

“Gentle, precious lady, you must be Eleos, goddess of mercy sent down from Olympus,” he breathed as his cock slipped inside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist even as mine wound over his shoulders. Trembling as our bodies joined so intimately, I rested my forehead against his. “Oh, I will show you the skill of a god, my girl. I have over two millennia of experience with romance, and you deserve only the best that I can give you.”

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Hours later when his little lover was fast asleep in his arms, Philana finally returned. Parmen watched as her eyes skimmed down the unblemished skin of the woman’s back and shoulders, and a small frown creased her brow.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” She whispered as she sat beside her nude husband and his lover on their marital bed. “There’s hardly a mark on her.”

“Oh, she provided wonderful pleasure,” Parmen praised as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“How could she have when you’ve left no bruises?” Philana sounded utterly perplexed. “Come to think of it, I heard no screams, either.”

“She reminded me of the allure of gentleness...the sweet sacrament of a slow, tender touch,” he mused as he pressed a soft kiss onto the sleeping woman’s forehead.

“Gentleness? What pleasure could that possibly bring? Husband, you and I have held for a millennia that the contrast provided by pain is the primary enhancer for sexual enjoyment,” Philana protested, but when Parmen looked over at his wife, he was aware that he was expressing more in that single glance than he had in centuries. A small, warm smile graced his lips. One that his wife hadn’t caused. Could one mortal woman really cause such a drastic change in him?

“She could teach us...remind us of those attributes we’ve lost over time.”

Philana fixed him with a knowing stare.

“And how long, dear husband, would that last? She’d have powers within a few months, and their arrival would herald the end of her Humanity. She would fall victim to the same things that we have,” she said, and, though Parmen knew it was true, his heart protested loudly in his chest. He so wanted to keep her and surround himself eternally with her soft affection. “This one truly has captivated you, hasn’t she?”

He could hear the amazement in his wife’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to care one way or the other.

“Indeed. I didn’t think it was possible to...to feel this deeply after so many decades...so many centuries,” he murmured trailing his lips lightly down his lover’s cheek. His heart thudded rapidly in his chest as she nuzzled his chest in her sleep. “I wish to delay the Enterprise’s departure.”

“You have decided to let them live, then?” At her husband’s confirmation, Philana smiled and dropped a soft kiss on the sleeping woman’s cheek. “Then you stay here with your little diversion, and I’ll keep the others busy.”

Once his wife had left, Parmen’s hand slid down to his lover’s hip and held her in place. Grinding his renewed interest between her legs, the Philosopher King moaned with no restraint as his tip penetrated her once more. She whimpered sleepily for him, stirring in his arms with a murmur of his name. She may not be his forever, but he would make the most of the time they were given.

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Rise of the Pink Ladies Cynthia x OC Part 7

Chapter 7: Frosty Palace

Ella’s POV

After ditching the pep rally I went to the frosty palace. I didn’t know where else to go, my parents expected me to be at the school and I couldn’t explain to the why I left. So here I am in the almost empty diner, drinking a milkshake and rethinking all my choices. 

I know Susan’s just upset and is looking for any reason to be more upset, but how can you publicly humiliate someone like that? But what else can I do, they are the only way to get though the year.

The pep rally must be over because the diner starting filling with people, I really just wanted to go home at this point, so I quickly finished my drink and left. I had just managed to weave my way through all the people and cars when I ran into someone. They were running and the impact was hard, making me fall flat on the ground. 

“Watch where you’re-“ I started to yell but then I looked up and saw Cynthia. “Oh- I’m so sorry!” She said frantically, trying to help me up. “Why are you in such a rush?” I asked. “Im just trying to get home.” She replied. “Me too. Rough night?” She nodded, “Yeah. After what happened at the pep rally, I-“ “what happened at the pep rally? I left early.” I guess something pretty big. “The t-birds said they would let me join them if I came up with a plan to get back at those stupid socs for embarrassing Richie… no offense, but your friends are awful.” She explained. “I don’t even know if they’re my friends anymore. Not after they wanted to embarrass Jane like that.” 

After walking for a while I realized Cynthia and I should have parted ways by this point, she’s walking in the opposite direction from her house. “You don’t go this way.” “I’m walking you home” She replied. “You really don’t have to-“ “I’m walking you home.” Alright then. We just kept walking in silence. It’s so weird, we used to be able to talk for hours, talk about anything and everything, and now we’re struggling to find even one thing to talk about. 

Cynthia was the first to speak, “so… are you caught up on the English assignment?” I just looked at her, that was the best she could come up with? She continued, “Look, I’m strapped for conversation here and you like books.” I laughed, “After Of Mice and Men, Animal Farm, and The Catcher in the Rye, Little Women is an amazing change. I’m on my third re-read.” I glanced over at Cynthia, she was just staring at me, smiling. “What?” I asked, “Nothing. That’s just very you.” I looked down, it’s weird, our dynamic is the same as it used to be but now I get this weird feeling when she’s around. She spoke again, “I didn’t mind it at first, I actually kind of liked it. Jo was cool, then she got into all that love crap, I couldn’t get through it.” 

That conversation broke the ice and we were back to exactly how I remember us being. But eventually we arrived at my house. “This is me. Thank you, you turned my really bad night into a pretty okay one.” I said and hugged Cynthia. She tensed up for a second then hugged back. That feeling came back. I told her goodnight then started walking up my driveway, hearing a soft “goodnight” as I walked into my house.

I was greeted by my mom. “Was that Cynthia out there?” She asked. “Yes” I replied. “I didn’t know you two were still friends.” “I’m really tired. Im going to sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I said, quickly walking up the stairs. Its not that I didn’t want to tell me mom what had happened that night, but it’s a long story and she just wouldn’t understand. 

lying in bed I couldn’t sleep, all I could do is think. I couldn’t be friends with Cynthia again and keep my other friends, and they have been really rude the past couple of days, and Cynthia and I have always been great friends for one another. But Susan, Dot, Rosemary, and Pearl have been with me through the past 6 years, through everything. I don’t know what to do.

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