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34. Dallas Winston - Please Don’t Be In Love With Someone Else

* Warning: smut! *

To everyone’s surprise, Tim Shepard was incredible with children especially when they were hysterically crying after hurting themselves. If it hadn’t been for your little brother, who at the ripe age of three enjoyed jumping off of high surfaces when he was alone for no more than a second, then no one would have seen this softer side of Tim. While everyone else was teasing the man as he placed a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bandage on the child’s skinned knee while whispering he’d be alright, you couldn’t help the way your heart throbbed at the scene. And that’s when it started, down at the very bottom of your beating organ the tiniest, insignificant feeling of a crush was starting to blossom. It was a silly feeling, nothing that mattered at all because there were so many things about Tim Shepard you couldn’t stand. In fact, it was so funny to you, you decided to mention it to everyone, and like you’d hoped they would, they laughed about it. Even Tim Shepard, who knew there was nothing to the little crush you harbored.

“Well at least she gave you a way to get chicks!” Sodapop laughed.

And it was all fun and games amongst everyone. Tim even walked over to you, nudging your arm lightly.

“I can take you on a date,” he snickered, “get it out of your system.”

That caused another wave of rowdy laughter throughout the house. Everyone was having such a good time poking fun at your little crush towards Tim that no one, not even you, noticed the brooding Dallas Winston huffing in the corner with a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t find your crush on Tim Shephard all that amusing, probably because he was head over heels in love with you. But no one knew, not even Johnny, who Dally was incredibly close to. You weren’t like the other broads he’d ever met, Soc or Greaser; there was something warm about the way you laughed, something gentle and caring by the way you made sure everyone ate, you were friendly even when people didn’t deserve it, and no matter how many times you cried yourself into a mess, you put other people’s emotions before your own. He found you enduring, beautiful, selfless, and absolutely amazing but he’d never admit it to anyone. Which was why he was in this situation now; having to listen to all of his friends and you talk about your crush on Tim Shepard.

Honestly, he didn’t see the appeal. So damn what if Tim was great with kids, he could do that too. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. However, as the week went by, he found himself being scolded by parents of children he made cry. It wasn’t his fault they found him scary looking or that he wasn’t nice and soothing like typical people were when it came to children. He didn’t even like kids; they cried too much, there was always drool dripping from their mouths or snot bubbling at their nose, they asked for too much, and they were annoying.

A frustrated sigh left Dally’s lips as he plopped down on the Curtis’s couch. It was a Saturday, so everyone, with the exception of you, were sitting around Darry’s house enjoying their weekend and watching terrible tv. All of them turned their attention to their pouting friend.

“What’s the matter with you?” Darry questioned.

“Nothin’,” Dally huffed, not wanting to get into his failed attempt to get along with children for your sake.

“I saw you earlier,” Ponyboy stated while spooning some eggs into his mouth, “you made some kid cry and got yelled at by their mom.”

Dally scoffed, glaring angrily at Ponyboy for even mentioning his failure.

“Why’d you make a kid cry?” Two-Bit snickered.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose!” Dally snapped, “I was trying to impress someone,”

It all came out before Dally could even stop himself. Now they were all curiously sitting on the edge of their seats eyeing him suspiciously.

“We didn’t know you were into someone,” Steve stated, “who’s the lucky gal?”

“You aren’t that stupid, are ya?” Two-Bit laughed, “I remember a certain someone admitting they had a crush on Tim Shepard simply because he was great with kids.”

And while the scowl on Dally’s face seemed to deepen, the gears in everyone’s heads started to turn and click at the realization that Dallas Winston was desperately in love with you. So desperate that he was willing to be around sticky, stinky kids just to make you feel something, even a little bit, for him. The few times he tried were just practice runs, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you when he decided to do it for real.

“If you like her,” Johnny said, his voice almost too quiet to hear over the rumbling sound of old tv, “just tell her how you feel.”

“Yeah,” Darry stated, “she’s not actually in love with Shepard. She even said so.”

“Maybe he wasn’t listenin’,” Sodapop giggled.

He was listening, he just didn’t want you to love anyone else, no matter how much it was. He swore the next time he saw Tim Shephard he was going to kick his ass but that was no more than a silent threat considering it wasn’t his fault you felt the way you did. All he knew was he didn’t want them talking about it anymore, at any second, you would walk through that door and how unsettling would it be for you to find out Dally’s feelings while his friends are trying to give him advice. Dally always saw himself as prideful, so that would be an awful situation.

As if right on cue, you came trudging through the door in your diner outfit letting your bag drop to the floor beside the front door. Your face was contorted into exhaustion and a few of your hair were misplaced but you didn’t bother with it. Everyone stopped talking about Dally’s crush on you immediately.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, voice hoarse from all the orders you had to call out and customers you had to speak to, “How’s it going?”

“Great,” Two-Bit said, smiling brightly with no indication that they were discussing Dally’s love life, “How was work?”

“I almost quit today. I swore to myself if one more person smacked my ass, I was leaving,” you stated, rolling your eyes in the process as you plopped down beside Dally, “but Tim made it all better when he brought me some coffee during my break.”

There were two things to be mad at according to Dally: some prick smacked you on the ass without your consent and Tim made you feel better today instead of him. This was getting worse and worse.

Dally gripped the side of the couch, and he wished he had a pack of cigarettes on him because it would keep him from aggressively chewing on the inside of his cheek. While the boys seemed to notice, you didn’t and Dally was starting to think that you were irritably clueless of the situation in the room. And he couldn’t take it anymore, so he pushed himself off the couch and stormed out the house, slamming the screen door shut behind him. Your eyes widened at Dally’s sudden action. You had noticed that he had started acting weird all week; barely looking you in the eyes, not really saying anything to you, leaving when you showed up. It was like Dally wanted nothing to do with you anymore, which was painful really because you and Dally were close. Not as close as he was to Johnny but close enough.

“What’s wrong with him?” You questioned, turning to the boys who had grown eerily quiet.

“Well…” Steve started but was cut off by Ponyboy.

“He’s just havin’ a hard time tellin’ some girl he like her,” he stated.

“That’s why he’s been so upset this whole week? Because of a girl? Why doesn’t he ask her out or something? I’ve never seen him this messed up about one girl before.”

“These are all new emotions for Dally,” Darry stated, the big brother voice coming out, “we’ll just all need to be supportive however we can.”

And that left a question rumbling through your tired head: How were you supposed to be supportive and help if Dally wouldn’t even look at you?

You spent a little more time with your friends before you went to pick up your little brother, running a little later than you’d have liked. When you did arrive at your brother’s daycare to pick him up, Dally was standing beside the fence smoking a cigarette, looking much calmer than he previously was. Without hesitation, you approached him.

“Dally,” you called, voice sweet and welcoming as it was with any of your friends, “what are you doing here?”

“Figured you’d be late,” he hummed, throwing the butt of the cigarette to the ground, “so I came up here to watch your brother until you got here.”

A large grin spreaded against your lips, the sparkle in your eyes blinding in the sunlight that was starting to set. You didn’t even need to say thank you, though you said it anyway, because Dally could see it in your eyes that you were grateful that he was looking out for your brother when you made small mistakes like being late. You ran over to the teacher, the ends of your diner skirt bouncing with each movement you made, and apologized for your tardiness before collecting your brother.

“It was no trouble at all,” she chirped, “he’s a perfect child. Have you considered adopting him yet?”

It was a topic that was frequently discussed during pickups. With both y’alls parents being deceased, that left you as the sole provider for your brother even if you were barely an adult, but you’d rather die first before letting anyone other than yourself get custody of him.

“I have,” you admitted, “that’s why I’m working so much now. I need the money to start.”

“Well we’ll help however we can,” she said, then patted your shoulder and let you be on your way.

You carried your brother back over to Dally who was still waiting for you at the fence, a new cigarette sitting between his lips. He offered to walk the two of y’all home since the sun was starting to go down and it was dangerous for the two of you to be walking home alone. And by the time the three of y’all made it to your house, your brother was crying for something to eat. You invited Dally inside and he took up your offer, watching as you began to make your brother something to eat. His menu consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, they were his favorite shape and he wouldn’t eat it any other way, some carrot stick with a bit of ranch, not too much because ranch wasn’t too good for you, and pieces of strawberries cut into pieces so he wouldn’t eat the strawberry butts because he would if given the chance.

As you made your brother’s food, Dally sat across from you watching every move you made. He didn’t like kids, but he loved watching you take care of your brother. You seemed so relaxed and in the zone, that nothing else could take your focus away from taking care of the only part of your family you had left.

When you were finished making his dinner, you let him watch reruns of Scooby Doo as he ate. That left you alone with Dally until it was bedtime. Luckily you had tomorrow off so you didn’t have to worry about bath time tonight because honestly, your legs were barely staying up as it was.

“Are you hungry?” You asked Dally, quirking your head to the side.

“Nah,” he muttered, “I ate a little bit ago.”

You nodded your head.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat,” he continued, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you could see something desperate in them that was hard to pinpoint.

“I’m not hungry,” you said, “Just tired.”

“I can leave?”

“It’s okay for now. I still have to get him ready for bed and everything.”

The muscles in his shoulders seemed to relax as he settled back into his seat comfortably. You wanted to bring up what the guys had told you earlier, about Dally being in love with someone, but you weren’t sure how. It was odd to know that there was a girl out there making Dally feel this way, he was known for casually hooking up and dumping girls left and right. The idea amused you, so you went for it.

“So the guys said something about you being head over heels for some girl,” you started off, Dally’s eyes flickering up to you, “I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, averting his eyes.

You weren’t even sure if you should continue pressing the matter, you didn’t want to make him angry. You could handle his outburst but your brother would get scared and it wasn’t something you wanted to deal with tonight. So instead, you changed the conversation.

“Well I also wanted to let you know,” you changed the topic, “we’re all going to the park on Saturday. I’ll be making lunch for everyone if you wanna join. Everyone will be there, even Tim.”

A scowl appeared on Dally’s face as he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

“I’m so damn tired of hearin’ that guys name,” he grumbled, keeping his voice down.

“He’s your friend,” you giggled, “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anythin’ to me. I’m just tired of everyone kissin’ the ground he walks on.”

And now you were really confused because everyone was merely treating Tim Shephard like any ordinary friend.

“No one’s kissing the ground he walks on, Dally,” you argued, “he’s our friend. He’s welcome to join in on our activity if he wants to like anyone else we know. Why are you so mad at him?”

“Why are you defendin’ him?” Dally snapped, “You sleep with him? We all heard how you’re in love with him! How was he?”

By this time, your brother was looking at the two of you, inching himself behind the wall further but keeping an eye on y’all. But besides that, there were fresh tears in your eyes from the accusation being thrown at you. You couldn’t cry though, not in front of your little brother and sure as hell not in front of Dallas Winston. Instead, you gripped your hands into a fist at your side and glared at him, feeling a single tear fall from your face. For the first time ever, there was remorse and regret splashed on Dally’s face.

“Get the hell out of my house, Winston!” You snapped, “Now!”

You stormed past him and pulled the front door open; he came over to you.

“Wait,” he said, “let’s talk about this.”

“No.”

You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pushed him out of your house before slamming the door shut. You could hear the sound of his footsteps walking down the steps. Your brother, fortunately, wasn't crying, but was still scared. Smiling, shoving your tears away, you approached him and picked him up, carrying him to his bedroom to put him to bed. He kept asking you if you were okay and you promised him that you were, even though you weren’t. After reading him a bedtime story, he was knocked out, so you retired to your room and bawled your eyes out.

A week went by and you barely left the house. Instead of dropping your brother off at daycare, you took him to the diner with you. You didn’t even go to the park with everyone like you had originally planned, and when they knocked on your door that day, you ignored them because you felt ashamed. The only one you did speak to because they had seen you walking home was Darry. He was nice enough to give you and your brother a ride home. While your brother slept, Darry asked if everything was okay and because you saw him as the parental figure you desperately missed, you told him about the argument you and Dally had at your place. Rightfully so, he was pissed off at Dally.

And when Darry saw Dally again, he let him have it.

“Are you outta your mind?!” He snapped, “If you can’t get a hold of your damn emotions, fine! But you aren’t goin’ to take it out of her. She’s too damn kind and too damn carin’.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out,” Dally argued, “but by the time I realized what I said, it was too late, she didn’t want to talk.”

“I don’t blame her. But you’re gonna make it right. You hear me, or you won’t be welcome back to my home until you sort yourself out.”

Everyone knew that Darry was serious because he never threatened to keep anyone from his house, so Dally refused to say anything that would cause a bigger hole in his relationship with Darry or anybody.

That night, Dally went to your house, hoping that you were still awake and that you would be willing to talk to him. He knocked three times on your front door before you opened up. Seeing your face for the first time in a week almost knocked the wind out of him. Even with tears, fresh and dry, streaking your tired face, you were beautiful. He wanted more than anything to grab you and kiss you, make everything alright.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, voice no longer filled with joy but with sadness.

“Can we talk please?” He asked, the word “please” rolling off his tongue foreignly.

You hesitated, not wanting to let him in at all, especially not while your brother was asleep. But you knew he wouldn’t stop, coming back everyday to talk to you, hell, he’d even show up at your job. You couldn’t have that. So you nodded and pulled the door open, gesturing for him to come inside. Dally walked through your door and you shut it again, locking it so that no one could get in.

“What do you want to talk about?” You muttered, your eyes never meeting him.

“About that night a week ago,” he replied, “I want to apologize for what I said and my actions.”

“Because you’re actually sorry or because Darry made you come over here?”

The answer was both but it didn’t seem right to tell you that. But it didn’t seem right to lie either.

“Both,” Dally admitted, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still sorry, even if Darry told me to come over. I’ve only been keepin’ my distance because I knew you didn’t want to see me.”

“And I still don’t,” you snapped out, “so you tell me why I shouldn’t kick you out.”

“Because we’re friends and because I’m sorry.”

“No. That’s not good enough. Friends don’t say the shit you said to each other. So if you want me to believe your half ass apology, I’m gonna need more. For example, what the hell has been your problem lately?”

Another thing that Dally loved about you was that you could be incredibly feisty when you wanted.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest waiting for an answer. Dally sighed, running his hands through his hair, frustration clear.

“Fine,” he huffed, “you wanna know? I had to listen to all of you joke about your crush with Shepard while I’m sittin’ over here dyin’ to tell you that I love you. Dyin’ to tell you how much you mean to me and how I want nothin’ more than to hold you when you cry. I can’t get your laugh out of my head, I can’t sleep at night because you wander my dreams, and hell, I pray that the next time I see you, I’ll get to see your smile or hear your voice.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. You didn’t think that this girl he had been in love with could have been you. You never thought of yourself as special like that to anyone, that and your life was filled with work, taking care of your brother, and adopting him. Yeah you spent time with your friends but you never thought you’d be someone they loved.

“Y-you love me?” You questioned, your voice not louder than a mouse.

“Of course I love you,” he admitted again, “that’s why I’ve been so upset lately. And it’s no excuse for the things I said to you the other night. I shouldn’t have been so…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I forgive you, Dally.”

A smile appeared on his face and he hugged you. Your head was buried into his chest and you couldn’t help smiling at the familiar smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne.

“And just so you know,” you continued, “a crush is a crush, Dally. Nothing more. Real love is more than some silly feeling of fascination.”

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling up at his bright, brown eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he dipped his head down and kissed you. The taste of cigarette smoke touched your taste buds when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It was familiar and welcoming. You ran your fingers up his chest and then wrapped around his neck. He gripped your waist tight, holding you in place as the kiss heated up. Pretty soon, he was shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulder before pushing you backwards towards your bedroom which luckily the door was open. Inside your room, Dally grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head revealing your flesh. Your breasts were almost popping out of your bra and Dally was practically drooling at the sight of it. He pushed you onto the bed gently, the covers crinkling underneath your weight. You watched as he removed his own shirt, undid his belt, before climbing back on top of you. His lips attached themselves to your neck instead of your lips. His tongue swirled around the subtle flesh of your neck causing a gentle moan to leave your lips.

“Dally,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

“Shh,” he whispered, grinning against you, “you’ll wake your brother up. We don’t want that.”

He pushed himself between your thighs and caused a small amount of friction against your clothed cunt. It felt like he was doing all this on purpose, to tease you, knowing that you couldn’t be loud. You bite your bottom lip hard causing a small tear in the skin. The metallic taste of blood coating her tongue. Dally unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of your body, revealing the pretty panties you had decided to wear. Not on purpose, you were just behind on laundry and these were what you had. That didn’t stop him from grinning at the sight of them cupping the flesh of your lower half. He bent his head down and kissed the inside of your thigh, a moan leaving his throat at the scent alone.

“Dally, please,” you muttered, cheeks burning as you felt yourself grow wetter behind the fabric of your panties.

“Needy little thing,” he said, standing back up and removing his own pants and underwear.

There was no time to be wasted, both of you were craving each other so much that y’all’s skin was burning hot to the touch. Dally pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers barely gripping your chin as he removed your panties with one hand. He threw the set to the side and moved on to your bra, unclipping it expertly. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful than you laid out before him. He laid you down, admiring every inch of you.

“So pretty,” he hummed, his head tilting as he watched you.

Your cute, little cunt was glistening with wetness and it only made him harder. He licked the drool off of his lips. He bent your legs as he positioned himself between you. Almost immediately your legs wrapped around Dally’s muscular torso; he positioned himself against your hole and rubbed his tip against your folds.The two of you moaned in each other's mouths, your eyes squeezing shut as Dally pushed into you. He was larger than you expected, wide too. With each inch of him going inside of you, your spongy walls could feel every vein that decorated him. There was a mix of pleasure and pain and you couldn’t help but bite down on his shoulder. He hissed at the erupting pain from your bite.

When he was finally inside you completely, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. You nodded your head, giving him permission and he moved. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, lips inches apart as he picked up his pace. The bed creaked from the sudden movement and the headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, luckily, not loud enough to wake your brother. Your head tilted back, giving Dally full access to your neck. He latches his lips against your flesh and leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses there; deep growls left rumbled through his throat sending a vibration up your neck. It tickled, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the sensation. Dally moved one hand to your thigh and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “you feel better than I ever imagined, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you moaned, “faster, Dally.”

“Whatever my sweetheart wants.”

His pace quickened, and alongside that his thrust became harder. You could feel the tip of his cock poking your cervix. He took his hand off your thigh and placed it down on your throat, tightening his grip only enough to make you feel dazed but not enough to cut off your oxygen supply completely. With his hand on your throat, he forced you to look at him, wanting to see the dazed, fucked out expression on your face as he continued to abuse your tight pussy. Fresh tears spilled from your doe like eyes as you watched him furrow his brow, the pleasure he felt increasing with each snap of his hips.

“Only I can have you this way,” he grumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair clinging to his tanned skin, “Shepard could never make you feel like this, understand me? No one could ever make you feel like this. Got that? You belong to me.”

Normally something like that would piss you off but the way he had you pressed into the mattress with his cock practically claiming every inch of your insides made you feel intoxicated. You couldn’t even answer him when he said it, just nodding your head as drool slipped from your partly open lips.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “can’t even speak, that’s how good I’m making you feel right now. Fuck…you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezin’ me so well, doll.”

By this point, neither one of you could keep your moans down. All of your senses were dulled from pleasure and lust that you felt too drunk to care even if the neighbors heard. You were just glad your door was shut, and hopefully locked.

Dally pulled himself off of you, his hand unclamping from your neck. He picked your legs up and threw them over his broad shoulders. The sight in front of him felt almost illegal: your breasts in full, plain sight, your hands sitting tiredly beside your head tangled in the strands of your unkempt hair, the glistening sheen of sweat the coated every inch of your perfect body, and he got a full view of his cock digging deep into your cunt. His eyes rolled backwards as he rolled his hips roughly, hearty growls and moans puncturing the air as they left him. He dug his nails into your skin and you arched your back at the sensation of pain mixing with the adulterated pleasure.

“Fuck,” you cried out, fresh tears spilling over, “Dally, I’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence because he wouldn’t let you. All he wanted was to feel you cum all over him. He snuck his hand down and rubbed your aching clit in quick, circular motions as his thrust became more erratic. His eyes darkened at the sight of your body starting to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm was approaching fast and he couldn’t wait. He was greedy. He wanted the confirmation that you’d only ever cum on his cock ever, that some silly crush couldn’t compare to having him. You’d be begging for more after this was all over and that’s what he was hoping for.

“D-Dally,” you cried out, “I can’t.”

“Let go, doll,” he moaned out, “cum for me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you were shaking as your orgasm hit hard; your body arched, your pupils as they rolled backwards, your cries and moans became silent, and your hands gripped the bedding tightly. Dally’s face screwed into pleasure, too much pleasure. The sigh of you, the feeling of you tightening and soaking him, it was all too much.

“Sh-shit,” he hissed, his movements becoming sloppier with each stroke.

Your legs fell off his shoulders and he fell on top of you as the pleasure rippled through him like unsteady waves in the ocean. He buried his head into your neck, your tired arms wrapped around him as he pumped himself in and out of you.

“Sh-shit,” he cussed again, “I-I’m cumming, fuck.”

Quickly, he pulled out of you and pumped his load right onto your stomach; breathy gasp made both of you aware of the intensity of his own orgasm. He couldn’t even hold himself up anymore when he was finished. He laid down right on top of you, the smell of sweat, sex, and anything else covering y’all’s senses as exhaustion lolled y’all to sleep.

Dally was first to fall asleep, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling into his hair before dozing off yourself.

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[sweetsreverie]

could you write a drabble where darry’s girlfriend is totally adored by the rest of the boys and she’s almost motherly to them?

bro... thank you for planting this idea in my head ♡︎

pairing: darry curtis x f!reader wc: 972 warnings/notes: none

You met Darry six months ago while you were at the grocery store. You were clearly having trouble trying to reach something on the top shelf and he offered to help you, retrieving the item and handing it to you with a charming, kind smile. The two of you ended up talking in the spice aisle for nearly ten minutes before you both realized that you had places to be. Darry had scribbled his home phone number on your grocery list before leaving. Since then, you mostly saw him on the weekends when he wasn’t working, or on the rare occasion that he wasn’t totally exhausted after work, you would see him for dinner.

It took a while for him to introduce you to his brothers, and eventually the rest of their little gang. But when he did, he came to notice that the boys treated you differently than anyone else. They seemed to respect you, and they didn’t really pick on you or mess with you like they did other people. That was also partially because you seemed to take care of them, and honestly you didn’t even think much of it. You just found yourself doing little things for them here and there. It started with you cleaning up Darry’s work boots one night, and then you ironed Sodapop’s work shirt one day while he was running late for work, and you’ve helped Ponyboy with his homework on multiple occasions when he was struggling through his math homework. 

It made Darry’s heart swell, especially when you took care of Ponyboy and Soda. Ever since their mom died, they haven’t had a female, or even somewhat of a motherly figure in their life. Darry could be tough on them, so having your gentle nature around was almost comforting for them.

Today you had the day off of work so you spent some time at the Curtis’ house. Darry was working so you tried to clean up the place to take it off of his shoulders. Besides, you sometimes spent the night with Darry and ate dinner with them, so you figure you might as well pull your own weight and treat the place as your own. 

“You know Y/N, this ain’t even your house. You don’t have to clean up after us.” Pony says while he sits on the couch and Johnny sits on the floor near the coffee table, and the two of them were playing ‘go fish’.

“Well- I stay here enough and eat enough of yall’s food, I might as well. And I don’t want Darry to have to worry about it when he gets back from work.” You explain as you wipe down the kitchen table with a damp cloth.

Ponyboy smiles softly at that before he looks down at the cards in his hand. “Well… I know that Darry really appreciates it. He probably don’t show it or say it, but… I know he does.” Pony tells you with a little nod.

“I just know he’s got a lot on his plate, and I don’t see you boys helping him clean up much.” You say, the teasing tone clear in your voice while you grin over at Pony. Pony’s expression turns sheepish immediately, and Johnny even chuckles at your playful scolding.

Later that evening when Darry comes home, you stand in the kitchen with him while you two wait for dinner to finish cooking. After a few moments, Darry turns to you as you’re leaning against the counter.

“You know, Ponyboy told me you scolded him like a mother today.” Darry says, and you groan and shake your head.

“I did not! I was just messing with him-” You insist, and Darry laughs.

“He knows that, doll face. I just… think it’s funny. You really do take care of us.” Darry says with a little smile while he reaches for your hand.

You think about it for a second, and you realize that you really do take care of these boys.

“Well… you’re my boys. And someone’s gotta keep some order around here.” You tell Darry with a grin. You hear the front door open, and you poke your head out from around the doorway to see Sodapop and Steve.

“Aht aht, don’t bring them dirty boots in the house. Leave ‘em on the porch.” You tell the two of them, and Ponyboy laughs as they turn back around and begin to take their boots off on the porch.

When you turn back to Darry in the kitchen, the man is just grinning from ear to ear.

“What were you saying about keeping order around here?” He asks jokingly and you can’t help but laugh.

“Hell, even Dally listens to you. You must have instilled some kinda fear in him or something.”

You laugh at that and shake your head, and you move closer to Darry so you’re tucked in his side.

“But… really. Ever since our folks passed, Pony and Soda haven’t really had… a woman to care for them, or like.. A mother figure. If you know what I mean.” Darry tries to explain, and you nod while giving him a little smile.

“I understand, Darry. Really- and… I’m happy to be that for them. I know I can never replace your mom, and I don’t want to- but… I’m happy to look after them. I know it's hard for you to do on your own.” You explain to Darry, and he lets out a quiet sigh while he looks down at you with an expression of admiration.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” Darry asks, and you laugh softly.

“Yeah. Once or twice I think.” You tease him lightly before the two of you carry on with making dinner before the boys in the living room start getting too rowdy.

#the outsiders imagine #the outsiders one shot #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis x reader

[dallysnecklace]

Hi<3 I was wondering if you could make soft dally x Fem! reader that has adhd and they can’t focus or sleep at night . And she overthinks a lot headcanons

So, when Dallas first met you honestly he thought you were a little annoying

That’s just who he is though, honestly he finds everyone annoying at first

But when he realized the gang loved you, he knew you weren’t going anywhere and he learned to love your quirks

You have a lot of little things you do, like rubbing your hands together, bouncing your knee, biting your nails.

If he notices you doing these things, he’ll try to get you to stop, putting his hand on your knee, or holding your hands

“Hey, calm down your fine sweetheart.”

Dallas will never admit it, but he honestly loves a good cuddle

Especially if he’s really tired or drunk

But, sometimes you are just too hyper to provide these things for him, even if it’s 1 AM and you two have spend the whole night partying.

“And then this guy-“

“Doll, I know you’re real hyper right now, but I’ve gotta sleep. Just come over here I wanna hold ya.”

Eventually you give in and spend the rest of the night in his arms.

He learned to notice when your eyes drift away from his while he’s talking.

To him- this just means you need to be brought down to earth

He does this in two ways, either just kissing you out of nowhere, or starts to talk about crazy shit so when you finally get out of it, you start laughing and are super confused

He knows that you overthink a lot.

Especially about your relationship with him

He knows his reputation, and how it gets to you sometimes

“Do you love me Dal?”

“Doll, why are you even askin’ me that?”

“I don’t know”

“Of course I love you, you fuckin idiot”

His terms of endearment for you range a lot.

Either it’s very sweet like honey, baby doll, doll, etc.

OR

It’s idiot, pinhead, kid.

You find both cute.

All in all, y’all are pretty cute and kinda goals

#the outsiders imagine #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders oneshot #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston headcanons

[theoutsiderslove]

Before the Rumble

Darry Curtis x Fem! Reader

Tags: Brief mentions of violence. 

Word Count: 2.5k

“Every one of us will be back here before you know it.”

Ponyboy and Sodapop had been talking about it for weeks.

It seemed like every other conversation focused on it. They talked about it at the dinner table, Soda yelled about it from the shower, and Pony would even take breaks from his homework to stop and chatter on.

When Steve and Two-Bit were around, and then all four of them got to going on about it? Then it was really a rousing conversation. 

While Darry was looking forward to it the same as they were, he was beginning to get a little annoyed with the constant talk of it. Sure, it wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and it was something that all got excited for.

Darry, however, preferred to wait until a day or two before to begin hyping up for it. There was no sense in being all tense for it when it was still two weeks out.

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind all the bubbly chatter. It made you happy to see them so excited for something. 

After all, it wasn’t every day that they had a rumble to look forward to.

Over the last several months, things had been extra heated between the Greasers and the Socs. More and more unprovoked fights, crossing over into territories, and just overall grievance between the two groups had become obvious – and it was time to cool things down a bit.

Rumbles were a decent way for the Socs and Greasers to blow off steam on one another. It was their chance to get in as many swings and kicks as they could without “breaking the rules.” 

It would settle things down at least…for now. 

Needless to say, the boys were stoked, and now that the night had arrived and the rumble was only a few hours out – they were off the walls.

“Hey! I saw that, Two-Bit,” You barked. “No knives.” 

His cheeks flushed pink at being caught shoving his blade into his pocket, but the grin on his face was as Two-Bit as ever.

“I wasn’t gonna use it!” He claimed, but you knew him all too well.

“You know what happens when a knife comes out at a skin fight,” You pointed at him with a knowing finger. “I don’t want to have to sew anyone back together tonight.”

Two-Bit cackled at that, his usual wisecracker of a personality shining brighter than ever. Nonetheless, he obliged to your scolding, removing his switchblade from his pocket and leaving it on the table in front of the couch.

It didn’t dampen his spirits whatsoever. If anything, everyone’s normal behaviors were doubled tonight.

The Curtis home was bustling with activity. The gang was on fire with energy tonight, all of them going through their separate routines to get prepped and ready for the rumble. Dallas was nowhere to be seen, but he usually showed up right when it was time to get going. 

They were spread out throughout the house, each of them piping up within the conversation.

“Y’all think the fuzz will show up?” Steve asked from the dining table, where he was playing some card game with Sodapop.

“Nah. I don’t think this is gonna be that kind of rumble,” Soda answered. “A couple of minutes at most.”

Your head popped out from the kitchen at the sound of that. While females usually didn’t participate in rumbles, you were going to be on clean up duty when they returned to the house later that night. It was important to be sure that there was plenty of first aid, clean rags, and aspirin to fix everybody up…not to mention some kind of bedding so everybody had a place to crash, and towels so everyone could shower.

“Sodapop, do not get too comfortable with that,” You advised. “I also would prefer not to have to bail any of you out of jail.”

“Awh, come on, [Y/N]. You’re just bein’ paranoid.” Ponyboy said from the sofa, where he and Johnny were sitting quietly.

Pony and Johnny didn’t usually say much before a rumble. They were the smallest of the group, and these rumbles were physically much rougher on them than the rest of the gang. Still, they liked to pull their weight like everybody else, and bringing glory to the Greasers meant more than anything.

“Especially you,” You pointed again, but at Pony this time. “It’s one thing bailing Dally out. You’re a different story.”

You couldn’t help but be protective. When you and Darry started dating, you signed on with this gang. Each and every one of them meant something special to you. In some way or another, each of them had helped you out and been there for you in some way. They trusted you the same way you trusted them. It was the least you could do to pay it forward – keep them safe and clean them up afterwards when they weren’t.

Steve turned around in his chair to look at you, a goofy smirk plastered on his face.

“Why? You think Darry’s gonna yell at you if he does?” Steve laughed. “No chance that’ll ever happen.”

You couldn’t help but share a smile. The guys always teased Darry about how he was so serious and rough all the time. But the second you were around or if he was merely even thinking about you, that big man demeanor melted away. 

“What will never happen?” Darry asked as he entered the living room, only hearing the second half of the conversation.

Not wanting to argue with the big man in the house, Steve waved him off.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Steve dismissed, returning to his card game with Soda. “Got any twos?”

Darry scoffed, rolling his eyes at his kid brother’s best pal. The man’s blue-green eyes met yours, a certain shimmer shining over them when he looked at you. He had a small, yet dashing grin on his face – an expression he showed when he was happily, but quietly thinking about you.

A moment was shared between your silent looks. He knew you were nervous, as you usually were before they all went off to go beat up a bunch of rich kids from the other side of town. He was sure that you had already given Pony and Soda the pep talk about getting away if the cops showed up. He was positive that you had already told Two-Bit to empty his pockets of any weapons.

He knew your thought process, and your caring nature for him and his family (both biological and not) made him feel like the most loved guy in the world.

“Hey,” Two-Bit called to Darry, suddenly re-inserting himself to the topic at hand…or the one that was attempted to be left behind. “Speaking of things that’ll never happen, when are you going to buy that poor girl a ring?”

Your smile was wiped clean off your face, and a scowl appeared in its place.

“Keith.” You said boldly and sternly before anyone else could get a word in.

Two-Bit sank into his chair at the usage of his real, government name – a telltale sign that (per usual) he had taken it too far.

That “girl” he was referring to was you, and it was something that he hassled Darry about all the time. 

Everyone knew that you and Darry wanted to get married and would get married…eventually. According to Ponyboy, Darry had wanted to ask you to marry him within the first six months that you were together. 

But you knew the situation that Darry was in. Their parents were gone, and things hadn’t been so smooth for them in the last few years. It had only been about a year since they had died when you met Darry and now, three years later, on the surface it seemed that your relationship was going nowhere. 

But you knew that things weren’t so black and white. Darry on numerous occasions had began to save up some money to buy you a ring and put it aside for a wedding, but it seemed that every time Darry was getting some decent cash saved, one of the boys would get hurt or something urgent around the house would need fixing, and Darry would have no option but to use the money elsewhere.

One time you even suggested to Darry to forget the ring and just have a small courthouse wedding. It was cheap and quick. It wasn’t like you needed a wedding ring or any kind of “real” wedding ceremony. Spending the rest of your life with Darry is what mattered the most, but Darry knew that (even if you wouldn’t admit it) you wanted a real wedding with at least some of the bells and whistles.

Darry was insecure about it. He knew that you were long overdue for a proper proposal. He wondered sometimes why you had stuck around the way you had without any promise of marriage. In many ways, Darry wondered why you were still with him at all – because he knew you deserved so much more than what he could give you.

You didn’t have to pitch in around their house like you did. You didn’t have to treat Sodapop and Ponyboy as if they were your own. You didn’t have to put up with the foul-mouthed, chainsmoking pack of people that you were around on a daily basis. And you surely didn’t have to be the caretaker of the aftermath of a good old-fashioned Greaser brawl.

But you loved Darry, so you did all of that.

In Two-Bit’s defense, pretty much everyone had asked that question at some point…in their own personal style. Whether it was Johnny quietly whispering to Ponyboy or Dallas asking Darry when he was going to “get on with it”, everyone had wondered about it.

It was clear too that everyone was curious for an answer, considering that the entire house had now gone silent. Every pair of eyes in the room was on Darry, which made you feel worse than it did him.

While you were well aware that they had all thought about it, you didn’t like it when they said it out loud.

Darry had enough pressure on himself as it was, you didn’t want more weight to press down at your expense. Darry had gotten used to the guys poking him about this, and he usually knew what to do to change the subject.

“What about you, wise guy? Where’s your girl?” Darry mocked. “Where’s Kathy, huh?”

Believe it or not, Ponyboy was usually the first to jump in to defend Darry…even though he wanted the two of you to get married more than anybody.

“Did Kathy finally get sick of your jokes, Two-Bit?” Pony joked, and the volume in the house began to pick up again.

“Maybe she moved on to a Greaser that can actually make it to noon without getting piss drunk!” Sodapop howled, and now everyone was dogging on Two-Bit instead.

“I’ll have you all know that me and Kathy are doing just fine.” Two-Bit proclaimed, but that only seemed to make everyone egg on him more.

There was a distraction for now, and you jumped on the opportunity to have Darry to yourself for a minute.

“Hey, Darry?” You called calmly, darting your eyes to silently let him know that you wanted to talk privately.

Darry caught your look, and nonchalantly carried himself into the kitchen to avoid disrupting the bickering between Two-Bit and everyone else.

You didn’t try to hide the anxious look on your face once it was just you and Darry. His face morphed into a worried look, but he already knew what your nerves were for.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, just in case.

“Listen…I know you’re always careful but…just be careful.” You asked, smoothing out a wrinkle on his t-shirt.

“Always,” He confirmed. “I don’t think this will be a big rumble.”

You heard what he said and understood, but that didn’t stop you from continuing.

“And keep an eye on Ponyboy and Johnny if you can. I know they’re independent and can handle themselves, but they’re just so much smaller and I don’t want-”

“Hey, hey. I’ve got this,” He smiled in amusement, but appreciated your concern as always. “Every one of us will be back here before you know it.”

There was no sense in fussing over them at this point. They were going to do what they always did…fight for their glory and return victorious.

“Okay,” You swiped a stray hair from his forehead, placing it back with the rest of his greased hair. “Try to avoid the one that bites.”

Darry laughed gently, his memory flashing in remembrance of the Soc from last time that bit Darry so hard that he swore his teeth almost popped through the underside of his hand. 

“I’ll try.” He nodded.

You didn’t have much else to say. Darry’s reassurance had comforted you, and you felt a little better about everything.

But Darry still had one thing in the air to clear.

“And…” He sighed, glancing over his shoulder quickly to make sure that there were no wandering, listening ears. “About the ring – I’m gonna ask you to marry me one day, I swear. I just- things are even tighter than usual right now and-”

“Shh, shh. Stop,” You held a gentle finger to his lips. “I don’t need a ring, and you don’t need to explain yourself.”

“But you deserve to know.” His gaze went even softer, his voice even finding a pillowy tone.

There was a beat. A brief silence. And a kiss.

“I already know.” 

Darry had never felt more loved. He didn’t know what kind of stars had aligned and what he had done to deserve such a wholesome, pure love. Whatever it was, he was thankful for it every single day. 

Darry stayed with you in the kitchen, sharing soft touches and sweet kisses, occasionally eavesdropping in on the ruckus going on in the living room. For a moment, Darry didn’t even want to go to the rumble. He wanted to stay right here with you, forever if he could’ve.

That was until-

“Dally’s here!” Johnny announced, peeking out the window to see Dallas cruising up the steps. 

Dallas’ arrival meant that it was showtime, and that the highlight of the night was about to begin. Dally’s appearance didn’t last long. Just long enough to rally his crew and get to where the rumble was being held. Everybody went scrambling out the front door (but not before Darry stole one more kiss from you), hooting and hollering all the way down the street until they were out of earshot from inside the house.

You knew that they would return much quieter and calmer, the post-adrenaline effect would have long been kicked in by then. But their spirits would be lifted, and there would be some…improved tension between the Socs and the Greasers. 

It wouldn’t be long before things would get intense again. It was only a matter of time before you would be doing this all over again. That was just how it worked. It wasn’t an easy life. Some days felt harder than others, and some days were unbearable. But even if you had the choice, you wouldn’t change a single thing. As long as you had Darry, you would be fine.

Because you loved him no matter what – rumbles and all.

#darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis x fem! reader #darry curtis x female reader #darry curtis x you #darry curtis x y/n #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis imagines #darry curtis one shot #darry curtis oneshot #darry curtis fanfiction #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders one shot #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders fanfiction #theoutsiderslove

[miryum]

The Funnies (Darry x Reader)

A very very very short blurb of a Darry x Reader. So sorry it’s so short!!!!

Darry sat down heavily in his chair. Grabbing the newspaper Soda brought home, Darry shifted through it before grabbing the funnies, setting them aside, returning to the front, and starting to read. Pony looked at him oddly. Darry glanced up and deadpanned, “what?”

“Why did you just do that with the comics?” Pony asked.

“Y/n likes to read them.” Darry said simply. Speaking of the devil, Darry’s girlfriend, Y/n, walked in the door. “Hey, darling,” Darry said.

“Hey Superman.” Y/n walked over and hugged him tightly. 

Darry kissed her softly before holding up the funnies. “Look what Soda got you.”

“He did?!” Y/n’s Dave lit up and grabbed the pages of comics. “Thanks Soda!”

“Huh?” Soda looked up from the table, mouth full of food. After no reply, he went back to eating.

“Come here,” Darry gestured to his lap, opening his arms up. Y/n curled up on his lap, snuggling into him. She opened the funnies and started reading. 

Darry, who was supposed to be reading his paper, only had eyes for his girl, who kept laughing or giggling at certain comic strips then pointing to them and showing Darry. Darry would nod, reading the comic, before pressing a kiss to her hair. 

His paper wouldn’t get read, but his love for Y/n would only grow.

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[bldngiris]

꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston oneshot #dallas winston imagine #the outsiders x reader #angst #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x yn #the outsiders x you #the outsiders x fem reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders 1967 #book! dallas winston #collected works.

[karatehusbandos]

You're my everything

Pairing: Darry Curtis x Fem!reader.

Summary : Darry finds y/n crying after someone told her that she was way out of his league.

Requested by : @crazyf0rswayze (hope you enjoy reading this!)

Extra info : Highschool AU

Warnings: A little bit of swearing

Darry was exhausted after a long football game with Paul on the field. It was the end of the school day and he was about to leave. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his hair slightly damp. His face was red, and yet he still looked handsome as ever. 

Darry felt like he was about to collapse from the overload of tiredness. His face was overheating and he felt like a quick splash of cold water would do the trick. He strided over to the men's restroom and turned on the tap. He cupped his hands under the small stream of water and splashed it onto his face. Suddenly, he felt more aware. The ringing in his ear that he didn't know was there was now gone.

Because of this slap of reality, he felt like he could focus a lot more now. The more he focused, the louder small sniffles and quiet sobbing could be heard from outside of the restroom. It sounded like it belonged to a familiar someone. 

Darry quickly dried off his face and went over to where he could hear the crying. Outside the men's restroom was the cafeteria— that's where he could hear it.

He entered the cafeteria and that's when he saw y/n. His beloved y/n.

Sitting at the end of the cafeteria with her face buried into her arms that were resting on the table.

He quickly ran over to her.

"Y/n! What are you still doing here? What's wrong?"

Y/n quickly looked up to see her superman boyfriend. He was standing in front of her with his left hand on her shoulder. She quickly wiped away her tears and sat up.

"Nothing honey. What are you doing here after school?"

He slowly crouched down next to her, his hand still on her shoulder. "I think we should be talking about you sweetheart, not me."

She took a deep breath, looking anywhere but him. Darry took his right hand and placed it under her chin, and gently moved it so she would look at him. 

"Listen to me baby," He whispered soothingly. "What happened?"

Y/n exhaled, and wiped away her tears again. "You know Maddison? Maddison Miller."

Darry already didn’t like where this was going. Maddison was known for being a bitch towards certain people (including y/n), but despite that—she was still popular and loved by lots.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She.. she told me…"

"What did she say?"

"She said that I was way out of your league and that you don't deserve me. She said that you were way too handsome and hot to be dating someone as ugly as me."

She broke into tears again. Darry sat down next to her and let her hide her face in his chest. He softly ran his hand up and down her hair, it was his way of comforting her and telling her that everything was going to be okay.

He quickly cupped her face and made her look at him. "Don't bother what that bitch says, okay? You are so beautiful, absolutely stunning. I never believed in 'love at first sight' until I met you. You're my everything, really."

"Oh shut up." Y/n quietly chuckled, still with a hint of sadness in her voice. 

"It's true okay? You shouldn't listen to what she says because I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He placed a soft kiss on her head. Moments later, they both leaned into each other for a long and passionate kiss. When they pulled away, they both smiled at each other lovingly. 

Darry knew that he had made y/n happy.

And y/n knew that she was Darry's everything.

#the outsiders #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders x reader #x reader #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis imagine #darrel curtis imagine

[18caramel]

Petals (Johnny Cade x Dallas Winston)

Warning: smut, removed slur Word count: 2.3k

A/N: What you are about to read is a part of my fanfiction on AO3 called "Bad Influence”. If you are interested in it, you can find me by my username @18caramel, or by clicking on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

both Dally and Johnny are 18+

images taken from Pinterest :)

Johnny didn’t know. But he sensed it.

It was Saturday night. He walked the street alone, heading back to his place. He spent some time with Darry and Two-Bit, mainly watching TV. Since Pony wasn’t home he decided he wouldn’t annoy Curtis with his presence and left, his heart aching from the thought of his parents getting drunk again. He despised it. He despised them.

His mother wasn’t home either, probably wandering somewhere downtown, while his father lay in his room, unconscious from all of the drinking they had done on Friday.

And then, when the clock struck eleven, Dally showed up. The front door opened brusquely, smashing something in its way, making Johnny instinctively jump from his bed. He approached the door, his heart racing, his hands getting sweaty. He was afraid. Afraid it would be one of his father’s friends, reckless, just like him.

Did he feel better seeing Winston standing in the doorframe, trying to pick up the empty bottle of beer, and then smashing it against the wall? Maybe he did. Johnny entered the living room, shushing his friend.

“What?” Dally’s voice was rough and unbalanced. Johnny understood then - Dallas wasn’t in his right mind. Was he ever though? - Johnny thought to himself, snorting, before coming closer to help him get into his room. He didn’t want him to wake up his dad. He could get violent.

“Come.” Johnny took Dally’s left hand, seeing that the right one was loosely holding a fresh-cut bouquet of roses if it could’ve even been called that way. Johnny knew they weren’t for him, probably for Dally’s new girlfriend, but seeing the pinkish petals falling from the sepals on the floor, he guessed that something went wrong between them.

He dragged him towards his room and made him sit on the bed. Dallas seemed to be gone, his face painted with a disheartened grimace as he threw the bouquet on the bed and rubbed his hands together, trying to calm down.

Johnny couldn’t dare to sit beside him. With his heart still abnormally beating, Johnny tried to figure out what state Dallas really was.

“Nasty broad,” Dallas suddenly mumbled, pulling his hair, alarming Johnny, “Fucked Shepard.”

“Which one?” Johnny asked, his hands shaking out of fear. Of course, he was talking about Tim, but Johnny had to make sure.

“What?” Dally looked him dead in the eyes as if he had caught his prey. Anger, deterioration, blazed through his eyes, “What did you say to me?”

“N-Nothing…” Johnny stuttered, taking a step back. But there was nowhere to go. Dallas got up from his bed like a fury and pushed his prey against the wall, his hand wrapping around Cade’s neck, beginning to choke him.

“Curly’s a fucking...*,” only then Johnny saw the red fog surrounding his pupils and reassured himself - Dallas was high, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to grab him like that. He was under substances. “Thought you knew it by now.”

Johnny wanted to laugh to his face, and say meaningless things, but couldn’t. Too afraid of Dally snapping at him, Johnny planned on getting back to his bed, but Dally’s tight grip kept his fantasies far away from reality. He carefully studied Dally’s face, desiring to escape.

He wanted to shout at him ‘Aren’t you one yourself for coming here each time you need comfort’ but he never would actually do it. Johnny lacked pride. There was nothing he could ever do to fix it. Dallas was the one who talked like a piece of shit, not Johnny.

“Dal…you gotta calm down,” Johnny begged him, placing his hand on top of his, trying to remove it.

But he didn’t listen. Instead, Dallas brusquely dragged Johnny to his bed, pushing him on top of it. Johnny trembled like a puppy as Winston stood in front of him, his eyes on fire.

Johnny tried to sit up, but could only lean his elbows on the bed, too scared to stand up. Dallas watched Johnny’s frightened pupils palpitate as he scanned him further down, stopping at the fly of his jeans. Johnny gulped, staring at his friend.

“The hell you’re doing sitting like that?” Dallas hissed at him, and before Johnny could answer, Dally crawled into bed, placing his knee between Johnny’s legs. Cade whimpered, catching Dally’s attention as the tall, young hood rested above him, their eyes locked.

Johnny felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Dally’s hungry eyes devour him, bringing color to Cade’s cheeks. He was suddenly ashamed and embarrassed, reminding himself of his innocence. He felt trapped.

Eyeing the beast that blocked his way, Johnny surrendered. He let go of his fear and awkwardness, replacing them with a new feeling growing inside of him - lust. Lust for Dallas Winston.

He bit his lip, giving him a signal. Dally couldn’t wait any longer, and Johnny teasing him only ignited his craving. Dallas abruptly leaned in, pressing his lips against Johnny’s, passionately kissing him.

Johnny liked it. Dally’s aggressive state scared him to death, but also turned him on. The greaser felt it in his pants. And Dally’s knee wasn’t helping him.

Suddenly Dallas broke the kiss, grabbing Johnny’s neck. Cade couldn’t dare to move.

“You want it? Tell me, Johnny,” he held Cade by his throat as he whispered in his ear, “ I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

“Take me,” Johnny whispered back, his voice cracking. His stomach twisted and turned from what he had said. Dallas brushed a strand of Johnny’s hair away from his face, and bit his neck, leaving a crimson mark on his closest friend.

Johnny groaned, letting him do it. It was too late to back off, he got Dally so excited that he could sense it through Winston’s teeth. Johnny suddenly felt so hot and tight in his jeans and silently begged Dallas to take them off.

Winston took his jacket off and removed his t-shirt. His bare body mesmerized Johnny, and he wanted to touch it, but Dallas wouldn’t let him. After he unzipped his jeans, he gripped Johnny’s hair, sending him down to his knees, as Dally himself sat on the bed, his legs wide spread. Cade, speechless, stared at his friend.

“Show me you deserve it.” Winston’s impudent facial expression changed into a mischievous smirk as he pushed Johnny’s head closer to the bulge formed in his underwear.

Johnny felt uneasy once again, knowing that he was inexperienced.

But he chose to give it a try. He undressed Dallas completely, and let out a heavy sigh seeing his hard, fervent cock, and placed his left hand on it. Dallas leaned back, closing his eyes.

Johnny hoped that Dallas didn’t have any ferocious expectations as he licked the tip, sending an electric shock down Dally’s spine. Cade never did anything like that with anyone, so he took a deep breath and decided not to think about it too much. Dally was high anyway, he couldn’t judge him too much, could he?

He worked Dally’s length back and forth, his tongue placed under Winston's cock as he sucked it, Dally’s groans leading him to go lower and lower. It wasn’t that easy, Dally was large, so Cade could only get to the middle of his cock.

Dallas enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough. This time, Dally gently caressed his cheek as he watched Johnny give him pleasure. His seductive eyes made Johnny feel uncomfortable, but he still appreciated his tender touch. Even if it didn’t last.

Dally grabbed Johnny’s hair one more time, lowering his head, and making Johnny instantly gag. Dallas understood and decided to switch positions.

“Let me fuck your mouth, doll.” Dallas pecked Johnny on his lips, waiting for his approval.

Cade silently nodded, mentally getting ready for it. Dallas didn’t stand on ceremony and shoved his dick right into Johnny’s mouth. He began slowly but quickly fastened his pace, watching the scene from above, gasping from pleasure. Johnny did well at the beginning, he kept his tongue below his cock as he did before, while Dallas made him salivate, but then he started to feel nauseous. Johnny leaned his hands against Dally’s thighs, letting him know that he was getting tired of it.

“Get on the bed,” Dally ordered, and Johnny executed. Johnny even took off his t-shirt, while Dallas stood naked in front of him, searching for something in the pockets of his jacket. He pulled a small vial and held it tightly in his hand.

“What is it?” Johnny asked, getting scared. Dally sat beside him on the bed and kissed him.

“Something to help you relax.” Dally explained, but saw that Johnny wasn’t convinced, “Down there.”

Cade nodded, trusting him. Dallas proceeded by stripping off Johnny’s jeans, making him blush. He never had that kind of intimacy with anyone. Dallas didn’t seem to be embarrassed by anything happening in Cade’s room. He gently stroked Johnny’s cock, making him lose control of his mouth. He moaned into Dally’s neck, his body shaking from the euphoria Winston gave him.

Dallas removed his hand and put two fingers inside Johnny’s mouth, making him suck on them. Not sensing enough moisture, Dallas spit on his hand and placed it back on Johnny’s aching cock, sliding up and down. Johnny felt like he couldn’t hold it any longer, but made an effort not to bust right there. He bit Dally’s neck instead, making Winston smile from pain.

“Dal…Dally…” Johnny groaned, holding his breath.

Hearing his begging, Dallas stopped what he was doing, not wanting Johnny to come yet. He caressed his thighs and made Johnny turn to his side, but Cade didn’t feel like the spoon position would assure him a pleasant moment. He rolled on his stomach, and stretched his arms forward, his fingers touching the rose petals that laid in front of him. He silently waited for Dallas to make the next move, not daring to look at him.

Dallas sighed, seeing the naked body lying under him as he searched the drawer for any kind of lube. He found petroleum jelly and smeared it on his cock, and then spread Johnny’s asscheeks. Cade nearly wheezed from the cold touch on his anus, feeling anxiety build up inside of him. He was about to lose his virginity.

Dally opened the bottle with the liquid before doing anything else and let Johnny sniff it. And then he admired Johnny’s back, leaving kisses all over it, making him feel better about the whole thing. He calmed down a little by then, understanding that Johnny was still new to it all, and didn’t want to hurt him.

“Johnny,” Dallas brought his attention, gently running his hand on his bare back, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Dally, I’m a bit scared. It won’t hurt, right?”

“It might.” Dallas didn’t want to disillusion him, but had to, “Try to make me stop if I’m too rough.”

Johnny wanted to nod, but when he felt Dally’s finger slowly entering him, he got tensed up and bit his lip out of shock, forgetting how to speak.

“Relax,” Dally commanded, slapping him.

Johnny obeyed and let Dallas continue with the second finger. Cade wanted to scream by then but didn’t know if he’d do it out of pain or out of pleasure. It felt different. It was something new.

Dallas continued fingering him. Johnny groaned and arched his back as Dallas played with his hole, sticking out his fingers to lick them from time to time.

The moment came when Dallas went wild, and couldn’t wait to shove his cock inside Johnny any longer. He came on top and rubbed his cock in between Johnny’s cheeks, making him gasp from excitement.

As Dally entered him, Johnny felt his eyes swell with tears one more time. When Dallas felt the tightness of Johnny’s hole, he couldn’t be so gentle anymore and precipitately slipped his cock inside of Cade, who flinched from the sharp pain.

“Dally!” Johnny screamed, biting his hand, trying to shut up. It was bad enough that his father was home, but if his mother would get back and see it, she’d send him off to a mental hospital.

“Fuck,” Winston stayed still for a moment, devouring it, “You’re so tight, angel.”

Johnny smiled through the pain, but it faded as soon as Dallas started to move, instating a certain pace. As he thrust, Dallas felt ecstatic, so he went deeper and deeper, ignoring Johnny’s whines that turned him on even more. He grabbed Johnny’s hair and pulled it, wanting Cade to arch his back.

Dallas fucked him harder and harder, and Johnny couldn’t hold it anymore. Stimulating his prostate, Dally felt Johnny being close, and wrapped his hand around Cade’s cock, stroking it.

Johnny let out a scream of pleasure as he reached his orgasm, cumming on the bed sheets. Dally was unstoppable from then on, he banged Johnny so hard that the greaser below him couldn’t feel his anus anymore. Winston was rough and made Cade tear up as he thrust, his balls slapping against Johnny’s asscheeks.

Dallas whimpered as he came inside, crushing on the bed next to Johnny. Cade finally felt relieved, as he breathed into the pillow, trying hard not to cry. He enjoyed it, but it was emotionally devastating.

Winston smiled. He kept his eyes closed for a moment but then sat up in Johnny’s bed, taking the flowers in his hands. He ripped the remaining petals and threw them on top of Johnny, giggling.

“Don’t make any more mess.” Johnny rolled his eyes as he turned around and laid on his back, his eyes studying Dallas.

“We already messed up,” Dally sighed, noticing the hickey he left on Johnny’s neck, “Why not make it pretty?”

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A/N: thank u for reading! for a more in-depth story you can find it on AO3 "Bad Influence" by @18caramel, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

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[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Hi!! If you wouldn’t mind I’d like to request prompt 16 with Darry. Thanks! <3

Prompt: Late night babbles

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It was dead silent, something that was completely unusual for a house like this. It hadn’t been more than half an hour before the gang was conked out. The adrenaline rush they had gotten from the rumble completely wore them out. Johnny and Two-bit were so out of it they couldn’t even make it off the floor before they fell asleep. 

You were still up, the nerves and worry you felt from before kept you wide awake much to your dismay. It happened every time a rumble took place. though you felt like you should’ve been use to them by now, you felt just as you did the first time you waited for everyone to come back from one.

It’d be a feeling you’d feel you’d never fully be able to shake off...

“Look at em all.” Darry muttered, carefully stepping over Johnny to sit next to me on the couch. “Can’t believe they passed out like that.”

“I can, surprised you aren’t falling asleep yet.” You said. “You look like you got pretty roughed up.�� You added, carefully gliding your thumb across a nasty looking bruise on his cheekbone.

“Aw I’m fine.” He reassured you, grabbing a hold of your hand gently. “I am surprised that I got bit though.” He said, looking down at the back of his hand.

“I mean, if someone who looks like you tried to fight me I’d probably bite them too.” You replied humorously making Darry laugh, you could only smile slightly at his response.

Darry could tell you seemed to be a bit less... enthusiastic like you usually are. Not to mention, every smile or laugh you’d let out after everyone had gotten back seemed pretty forced.  

“You alright over there?” He asked softly.

I nodded. “I’m okay I just feel kinda on edge still.”

“You don’t gotta worry anymore... we’re all fine.”

You that what he was saying was true. Sure, some of them had little injuries here and there. But they were here, safe... You thought you shouldn’t feel so worked up still, but you did.

“I can’t help but worry when it comes to you guys.” You replied. “And I know you’re like double everyone else’s size there but you could still... well, you know.” 

You felt Darry drape an arm around you before pulling you close to him. He gave you a quick kiss on the head in hopes of comforting you. “I know... thank you for caring about me so much.” He said appreciatively.

You leaned back, wanting to get a good look at his face. “How can I not? I love you too much not to.”

He gave you a smile, fondness filled his icy blue eyes as he looked down at you. “Love you too.” He muttered sweetly before giving you a quick kiss.

You cupped his face as you pulled away, grazing one of your thumbs against another bruise and cut on his jaw. “Look at what they did to your handsome face.” You said, biting back a smile as you felt his cheeks heat up bashfully.

“Y/N...” He replied feebly, averting his gaze from your eyes temporarily.

“What? It’s true... you are.” You teased, chuckling slightly as he began to smirk. “You are absolutely handsome.”

“Oh just hush up and kiss me again.” He mumbled making you laugh again.

“I gladly will...”

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If anyone would like to make a request of their own, check out this list for all the prompts I'm doing!

I am sorry this came out so late, hope you enjoy it!

I had a bit of writers block here... ended up re-writing this 3 times lol... I don’t know why I struggled with this one.

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[concreteprints]

So far whatever reason I decided to read the to all the boys series.

Can I request Ponyboy x reader where reader's little sister mailed Ponyboy a love letter that reader wrote the year before? It was never meant to be mailed out but little sisters are jerks.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before | Ponyboy x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1730

Warnings: N/A

Note: I think this is gender neutral reader but it might be a little feminine? No mentions of gender/agab though. Also I have never seen this show but I think I know the premise so I did it the best I could lol. Ponyboy is like 15/16 in this 'cause I felt a bit weird writing about a freshly 14-year-old. ---------

About a year ago, with an avid crush on a boy in your year, you had written him a love letter. It was short and silly but it still made you smile. Usually you would’ve never had the nerve to say those cheesy romantic things, but you didn’t see any harm in writing it in a letter. Once you finished, you had tucked it away in a box under your bed, of course. You could never actually show it to him. Not in a million years, especially not with your name signed at the bottom of it. It was beyond embarrassing to even think about.

You had almost completely forgotten about it. You still thought Ponyboy was cute, he was the cutest boy in school in your opinion, but you barely had any classes together this year and the crush had started to fade. It was still there, obviously. It was just less prominent. More like a foggy memory than an actual feeling.

One day, while looking under your bed for some pen you had just dropped, you found the box you had left it in. You pulled it out with a smile, the memory rushing back to you. Maybe you could read the stupid letter again and have a good laugh at yourself

To your dismay, the letter was gone. Along with all the other stupid things you had shoved in that box over the years. Your sister, being the only one who really snooped around in your room anymore, had obviously done something. Your parents wouldn’t have just thrown something away like that and if they had, they definitely wouldn’t have left the box. You ran downstairs and started shouting at her.

“What the hell did you do with that letter?! The one in the box under my bed!”

She looked taken aback, “What do you mean what did I do with it?! I sent it! What else are you supposed to do with a letter?”

“When… when did you send it?” You asked, fear visible on your face.

“Like a week ago? Y/N what’s wrong? I mean it’s not like it didn’t have his name on it! All it was missing was a stamp!”

“It was missing a stamp for a reason, you idiot!” You shouted before running out of your house. Surely you could get the letter before Ponyboy read it, right? It wasn’t like his family seemed like the type to check their mailbox daily. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had mail from weeks ago stacked up in there.

The mailbox’s flag was up but when you looked inside, there was no mail. You sighed and put the flag down like you would’ve on your own mailbox out of habit. As you walked away, you tried to tell yourself that the letter just hadn’t come yet, but that didn’t seem very likely. So far luck hadn’t been on your side and you didn’t think now was the time for it to get better.

You were tense and anxious throughout the entire next day. To the point where even your most self-centered friend noticed it. Vickie wasn’t mean. At least, not by textbook definition. She just wasn’t all that nice unless she wanted something from you. In your opinion it seemed more like she just hadn’t learned how to be kind, and maybe that was true. From what you had seen the last time you came to her house, Vickie’s mother didn’t seem like she could teach an adult bird how to fly, much less teach a child how to act.

“And so he was all ‘maybe if you were hotter I wouldn’t have kissed her’ like- excuse me? How is it my fault you can’t keep your-“ Vickie turned to you, suddenly noticing how worried you looked, “What’s wrong?”

Honestly that caught you off guard. Vickie didn’t usually notice when anything was going on with you or anyone else for that matter. You sighed softly, staring at your tray of nearly inedible looking school cafeteria food. Eventually deciding that, even if she didn’t care, you might as well take this chance to talk about it. It wasn’t like she could be any less help than the sister who sent the letter in the first place.

“Well, like a year ago I wrote this… one guy I had a crush on a love letter. I never sent it, obviously, but I signed my name and addressed the envelope to him. Mostly to entertain myself.” She looked a bit confused so you decided to continue, “Well, I found out last night that my sister had sent the letter to him almost a week ago.

Vickie practically squealed. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Isn’t that perfect? You don’t even have to confess!”

“Oh I wish it was that simple Vick. He knows where I live. The second he reads that letter my life is over.” You complained with a groan, letting your head fall onto the palm of your hand.

As you continued to pick at your food, you couldn’t help but glance over at where he was sitting. Your mind began to wander, thinking about how nice he looked today. The year had changed him a lot, but that definitely wasn’t a bad thing. He still had that cute, boyish charm about him. You didn’t think he would ever manage to grow out of that. But his face was more mature now. He was a year younger than you, so you could say that that was the reason why you thought he looked sweet and boyish. Really though, it was just because of how nice he was compared to all of the rest of the greaser boys.

The school day was finally over and you were beyond relieved that he hadn’t approached you even once the entire day. You had assumed that meant that he had not read it yet (either because he hadn’t had the chance or because he hadn’t gotten it yet), but unfortunately when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder you knew it wasn’t.

You sighed before turning around to face the exact boy you had been avoiding all day. It was evident on your face that something was up with you, you could already feel it heating up as you two made eye contact. “Hey…” he said softly.

“Oh god I’m… listen, I’m so sorry. You were never supposed to-“

“Man I’m not… what, do you think I’m mad or something?” He laughed slightly, you noted that his voice was deeper than you remembered, “I was just wondering if you could come over to my place for a bit? I’m having a bit of trouble with my homework.”

You felt like someone had just taken a 50 pound weight off of your chest. Like the world suddenly wasn’t ending anymore. He didn’t read the letter, he probably hadn’t even gotten it yet. All Ponyboy wanted to do was hangout with you and study.

You couldn’t help but smile slightly. Maybe you did still have a crush on him. “Yeah… yeah I can do that, right now?”

Pony just nodded in response. You walked home with him, smiling nearly all the way. Just enjoying his company. You noticed yourself glancing over to him every once in a while. Unbeknownst to you, the only reason you hadn’t seen him staring back was because he was so focused on you he could always tell right before when you were about to turn your head towards him. It was something he had been practicing for a while with you.

As you reached his house, he turned to you with a small smile on his face. “The place is a bit messy, but my bed’s alright.” 

You didn’t do much more than nod. Too focused on memorizing his features to pay much attention. You heard him talking, you knew he said something. You just weren’t sure what that was.

You followed him into the house. It was almost exactly how you remembered it. It wasn’t as messy as you would normally expect a house that usually had seven boys in there messing around daily, but it was still a bit sloppy. Darry probably hadn’t gotten around to cleaning yet this week. You knew he was the only one who really cared about the house’s appearance.

“So Pony…” You sat on his bed, “what’d you need help with?”

Pony sighed, “No… actually I just…” He pulled the letter out from under his pillow and handed it to you. You immediately recognized the paper you’d written it on, “I want to talk about this.”

“Oh god. Pony listen, this was never meant to be sent to you. I’m sorry if it made you think anything or-”

He interrupted you. “Y/N I don’t mind, at all, actually. I thought it was a bit sweet.”

You felt your face heat up, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. You wanted to say something but you weren’t quite sure how you should. This already felt awkward enough.

“You did? Really? I mean… honestly I thought it was a bit stupid.” You admitted, looking down at your lap. You wished you were more confident right now but that look that Pony always seemed to give you made you weak in the knees, even when you were sitting down.

“Hey,” Pony placed his pointer finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to look at you better, “I’m not mad or anything… actually, I like you too.” He confessed, his eyes briefly falling down to your lips before making eye contact again.

You could tell what he wanted now that your head was clearer. Now that the initial anxiety of him knowing had lessened. He was actually a bit obvious with it, when you really think about it. You bit your lip before taking the risk. It seemed worth it, at least it did after you heard him say those words. You closed your eyes before leaning in and kissing him gently. It was a quick kiss. A sweet, innocent one, just like him.

As you pulled away you saw him smiling more brightly than you ever thought you had seen him smile before, which you didn’t think was possible. “Been waiting to do that since I met you, honestly.” He spoke once before kissing you again.

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Dallas Winston Masterlist

none yet!

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[cherrycocaineee]

31. Dally Winston - Red Hair

*Warning: fluff, cussing, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning.*

Synopsis: Your red hair makes you a constant target for bullying because of its color. Though you try to pretend that it doesn’t bother you, you’ve started to change and Dallas Winston is the only one who’s noticed. When Dally witnesses a group of Socs tugging and harassing you about your red hair, he steps in to protect you.

*Your p.o.v*

Getting up for school was harder than you ever imagined it would be; your once relaxing, euphoric morning ritual was now tainted with anxious fear of what today would hold for you. And while on the outside you looked unbothered by the constant harassment of your peers, on the inside you felt disgusting and ugly. Their words had you looking in the mirror teetering between dying your hair or dropping out of school permanently; sometimes you found yourself playing with a single strand thinking about the color. It was red, a copper red to be exact, and for some reason everyone at school found it hilarious. “Darling,” your mother’s sweet voice rang as she opened your bedroom door, “you’ll be late if you don’t get a move on it.” “Mom,” you hummed, pleadingly, “do you think I can stay home today?” Smiling endearingly, your mom glided over to you gracefully before sitting down beside you. Her movements caused you to push your body into an upright position, pulling your knees against your chest. “Is there a reason you aren’t wanting to go to school today?” She questioned. Since the bullying started, you hadn’t really told anyone about it; the only two people who did know about it were Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade, and you had made them promise not to tell anyone. You claimed that it was just them being childish and that it was nothing you couldn’t handle, but really you didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. It just didn’t seem like their problem to deal with. “I’m just a little tired today,” you lied, “haven’t really been getting enough sleep.” She eyed you for a moment as if trying to find any clues that would tell her you were lying; she was your mother after all, and she knew when there was something going on with her baby. But she also knew not to press, that doing so would only cause you to retreat more into your shell. “I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to keep you home this one time,” she stated, “it’s only Friday, so it’s not like you’ll miss too much. Try to rest."

Nodding your head, you tuck yourself back into your comforter while your mom heads back to the kitchen. Telling from the smell of bacon wafting through your bedroom, you knew your mother was cooking breakfast. Slowly, you fell back asleep relieved that you finally had a day of peace. Hours passed and you were awake again, this time feeling much better than you had earlier this morning. Even though being tired was a lie, it seemed your body actually needed a break. Fortunately, both your parents were at work leaving you alone at the house. There was a note on the fridge letting you know that there was left over breakfast inside the microwave for you. And all of a sudden you felt insatiably hungry, only noticing now that you probably hadn’t been eating as much as you should have. All of this because of your hair. Ridiculous! You’ve never been an insecure person, so why did it bother you so much that people found your red hair amusing? Shaking the thoughts from your head, you pulled out the plate of food and set it on the table before grabbing the juice from the fridge. Just as you grabbed a cup from the cabinet, there was a knock on your front door. It couldn’t have been Ponyboy or Johnny, they were still in school. You walked over to the front door, still gripping the glass in your nimble fingers, and pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Dallas Winston, one of your other, older friends. Your parents didn’t approve of your friends, their only saving grace being that Darry was a responsible adult who assured them you’d be taken care of. And they held him to that, always popping by randomly to check in on you. Dally let his finished cigarette fall to the ground, putting out the flash of orange with his foot. “Dally?” You quizzed, your head tilted curiously to the side, “what are you doing here?” “Got a call from Ponyboy and Johnny,” he said, his voice smooth, “said you didn’t make it to school, so I came to check on you.” “You really didn’t need to do that. I was just extra tired, so I stayed home.” He eyed you suspiciously and that left you wondering if you were that easy to read, if you weren’t as bottled up as you had hoped. The thought left you nibbling on your bottom lip afraid that they knew more than you wanted them to.

“Well how about some fresh air?” He asked, “maybe it’ll be good for ya, you’re looking a bit bloodless.” As quickly as he said that, your hand reached up and touched your cheek. A smile appeared on your face as you nodded. “I guess that would be okay. I’ve just got to finish my breakfast and get dressed.” Dally nodded his head and you gestured him inside which he gladly accepted. After breakfast, you got dressed for the day and met Dally back in the kitchen. He was staring at some photos your mom had hanging on the fridge, most of them were family photos ranging from the time that you were six. “Ready?” You asked. “Yep, let’s get going.” It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining brightly in the sky above you, a quiet breeze rustled your hair a bit with each blow, the smell of freshly mown grass touched your nostrils and filled your senses. Everything seemed to be looking up for you; no bullying, no stress, no worries. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dally pull out another cigarette. You remembered the time you had told him to slow down because he was smoking too much but now you worried that you came off too judgemental. Maybe he didn’t appreciate the helpful advice, maybe Dally saw it as you trying to boss him around, or bully him. You never wanted to make your friends feel like that, especially having gone through it yourself, you just cared about them so much. Dally must have noticed your longing glance because he pulled his cigarette out. “Sorry, I know you told me to slow down but…” “No,” you said hurriedly, “smoke as much as you want. Please, don’t listen to me! I didn’t mean to nag you about it.” Your sudden outburst made him arch his eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you?” He quizzed, shoving his cigarette into his mouth. “Nothing. I just don’t think you should feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do.” It was quiet for a moment, and for a second you felt that you had gotten your point across without exposing so much. However, by now, you should have known that all of your friends, specifically Dally, knew you better than anyone has ever known you. So you weren’t surprised when the next thing came out of his mouth.

“Have you been feeling pressured to do something you aren’t into?” It wasn’t so much as being pressured to do something, it was just constant teasing that was pressuring you to hide yourself from your fellow peers at school. “No,” you lied, hoping that it would deter him from asking anymore questions. “You are a terrible liar,” he hummed, smoke pushing past his chapped lips. He wasn’t wrong. Any time you lied, everyone knew it was just that: a lie. But despite him calling you out, you didn’t give him the real reason as to why you were acting funny. How would he react? Would you be bothersome to him, like you felt you would be? Would he start a fight with all of the people who were bullying you, get himself in trouble? There were so many possible outcomes whizzing through your pounding brain that it was starting to make you dizzy like you were drunk. Luckily, he didn’t say anything else about it and instead took the two of you to Dairy Queen and bought the two of use some Blizzards. Silence overcame the two of you as both of you dug into your sweet, summer treat. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of a relaxing silence; one that you both seemed to welcome. Dally definitely knew you but you also knew him, and judging by the stare in his eyes he was thinking something over. So it seemed that the two of you were both dealing with something. For a while, everything seemed to be going smoothly; the two of you had started a conversation, Dally listening intently as one could as you explained the book you were reading. It seemed like nothing could ruin your day. “Ah, there she is.” The voice that came behind you sent a stinging chill running up your spine, a light shiver visibly stirring you. Standing behind you were the four Socs that typically picked on you at school; whether it was making disgusting comments about your hair matching downstairs, pulling on your hair pretty harshly and making some sleazy joke about your pain tolerance, or a stupid insult that you’ve heard a million times like whether or not you had a soul. You thought that you had escaped it, at least today. Today was what you needed to reboot your strength before going back to school tomorrow. “We missed you at school today,” one, who’s name was Billy, chirped while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You wiggled out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone,” Dally snarled, a piercing glare stabbing into the Socs. “Mind your business, Greaser,” Billy huffed, causing his friends to laugh, “we’re just having some fun with our little redhead.” As quickly as those words came out of his mouth, you were out of your seat ready to leave. Dally got the hint too and stood with you. “Oh come one,” another, his name being Dylan, laughed, “what’s the matter red? We’re just messing around.” And it all seemed to happen so fast. All of the name calling, the shoving, the pulling, everything. Once again, you found yourself dizzy and unbalanced but this time it didn’t feel like a drunk feeling. The feeling was almost like you were suffocating. “Awh poor little red riding hood,” they mocked. Fat, overwhelming tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you held your hands over your head. You felt someone tug your hair roughly causing a sharp yelp to escape you. Over their screaming and taunts in public, you could hear Dally trying to pull you away from them desperately. But what did it, what pushed you over the edge was one of the boys grabbing a big chunk of your hair and cutting it off with a pocket knife. Their laughs were deafening. “Maybe we should cut all of your hair off. You’ll look less hideous without it.” Those pooling, fat tears flooded your cheeks blurring your vision as you quietly sobbed, putting your hands in front of your face to hide it. When your tears became stains on your cheeks, you looked up to see Dally pounding Billy, the Soc who had cut your hair. The other two had taken off running; bystanders were too afraid to do anything, trying to keep to themselves. Billy’s face was starting to get too bloody, so you intervened; grabbing Dally’s shoulder, you pulled him off and cried for him to stop. His dark brown eyes flickered over to you, his bloodshot, wild eyes stared into your watery ones. The look on your face was enough to soften his, and even though he was beyond fucking pissed, he found the willpower to pull himself off of his victim. Wiping his bloodied hand off on his jeans, he reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from Billy who was slowly getting up to his feet and holding his nose. He only glared, he didn’t make a move towards you or Dally. You now sat on the Curtis’s porch steps playing with the part of your hair that was cut. Dally, who knew where they hid the spare key, was inside washing his hands. You knew that once he was finished, he’d have some questions for you but you really didn’t feel up to answering them. This was the worst the bullying had ever gotten physically. Now they were starting to cut your hair, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had let the bullying go too far. Maybe you should have told someone, then maybe you wouldn’t have been sitting on these steps cradling your butchered hair. “You better not be blaming your damn self for what happened.”

Dally plopped himself down beside you, a fresh cigarette dangling from in between his lips. “Sometimes it’s a little concerning how well you know me,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, well not enough if I couldn’t pick up on you being bullied. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” There was disappointment, possibly a little bit of anger, written all over Dally’s face which made you feel even worse than you already felt. “Ponyboy and Johnny knew…” “Those asshole knew and didn’t fucking say anything?” “I told them not to say anything,” you fought, “I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.” Dally’s face twisted into something besides anger, it was concerned and disheartened. He reached over and touched your chopped up hair with his scarred up hand, his fingers played with the uneven pieces delicately. “You aren’t a burden,” he assured, “you’re our friend. We care about you, I care about you.” “I know but you guys are able to fight your own battles, handle things that are bothering you without running for help. I didn’t want any of you to think that maybe allowing a sensitive, little…” “Hey, we handle things with our fist especially me,” Dally said, “we beat the shit out of our problems. We know what you are, and that’s what we love about you.” He moved closer, his outer leg touching your outer leg. “It’s what I love about you. I love that you're sensitive, I love that you're caring, generous, and bubbly. It makes my whole body buzz with happiness. So if someone’s bullying you, I need to know so I can handle it.” Dally reached over and took your hand with his, using his other hand to remove his half cigarette from his mouth and throw it across the yard. He knew you hated smoke. But you couldn’t even focus on the smoke or the cigarette, your eyes were glued to his hand entangled with yours. It was a loving, caring gesture that Dally wasn’t known for. He was an ass, a flirt, a brute, the complete opposite of loving and sentimental. “Is there something wrong with you?” You asked, quizzically, “are you sick?” “Why?” He questioned. You looked back down at your hands as if your question was obvious. When he didn’t seem to catch the hint, you continued.

“You’re just not normally like this; so sweet and soft spoken.” A quiet chuckle left his lips, his eyes looking away from you as if the reasoning for it was embarrassing. Another abnormal trait of Dally’s. “Maybe it’s because I like you,” he muttered, still keeping his eyes glued to the bright blue sky, “or maybe I feel more than just a like towards you. Like I love you or something.” Now that was Darry all the way, avoiding heart to heart conversations and trying to play everything off coolly like it didn’t matter. But your eyes were wide, like deer stuck in the headlights wide, at his confession. When you didn’t say anything, Dally looked at you. His sudden movement was all you needed to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck as fresh tears fell from your eyes even though you weren’t sure wide. Dally, though a tad bit uncomfortable and very new to this type of affection, wrapped his arms around you and held your sobbing form. His thumbs rubbed relaxing circles into your sides, hushing what he figured was comforting words. “I needed to hear that,” you whispered, “it’s been such a long few months that I’ve heard someone else say something other than mean.” “If you’ll let me, I’ll tell you ‘I love you’ everyday and mean it.” You nodded your head, still keeping your face buried into him taking in the smell of his manly musk. Dally eventually pulled the two of you apart, climbing to his feet and pulling you with him. You wiped the tears from your face, probably looking like a red mess. “And no matter what kind of trouble I get into,” Dally continued, “I’ll protect you, I promise.” “Thank you, Dally,” you breathe, happiness flooding your body. He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he takes your hand more carefully and the two of you head off to wherever it was he was taking you. You hadn’t realized it before but in some way, you realized that you did love Dally too. The same way you worried about his safety and health when he smoked, he cared about you physically as well. At the time, you’d only thought that it was because you were his friend but after hearing him tell you he loves you, something in you clicked. You loved him. And he loved you. So maybe you and your red hair weren’t such a burden after all.

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[sweetsreverie]

Saviors

while walking home after dark, the gang comes to your rescue after a group of socs jump you. pairing: outsiders gang x f!reader wc: 1,537 warning(s): assault, blood, allusions of intent to SA

You had spent the majority of the afternoon at the library working on a project before you left in the evening. It was dark by the time you left, and while you knew better than to walk home by yourself, you didn’t want to inconvenience anyone by calling your parents or any of the guys in the gang. 

So you start walking home, and in an attempt to give yourself some peace of mind, you grab your house keys and clutch them in your hand. You wished you carried a blade on you. 

Your walk home was fine until you were only three blocks away from your house. That’s when you saw headlights shining from behind you, and you heard a car engine; a white corvair was soon in your periphery, and there were three boys inside, around your age if not a little older.

“Hey grease!” One shouts from the window, and you try your best to ignore them as they shout obscenities at you.

“Broad’s ignoring us. Look.” One comments as they pull up the car closer to the curb, and they steadily drive beside you.

“Hey! You’re too pretty to be with those greasers all day. Let me show you a good time, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but feel panic as they continued to follow you. There really wasn't anywhere to run or hide. There was an alleyway nearby that led to a dead end.

When the car came to a stop, that’s when you started booking it. You take off in a full sprint and listen to the three pairs of footsteps rapidly approaching you from behind. One of the boys reaches out and grabs the top handle of your backpack and yanks on it, and the force sends you to the sidewalk on your back. It knocks the wind out of you and that’s when one of the boys pins you down to the pavement, and the other two stand above you with sinister grins on their lips. You were powerless under his weight, no matter how much you kicked.

“You know, we wouldn’t be here if you had just stopped to talk with us, hm? Now look where we are.” The brunette kneeling on you says, and his knees dig into your arms that were pinned to the sidewalk.

“Just let me go- please, I won’t tell anyone-” You stammer, and he shakes his head while making a tsk tsk sound.

“I think it’s too late for that now. It’s late and everyone’s in for the night, so there’s no one to bother us.” He says before he looks up at the other two, and without another word, the three of them begin to drag you into the nearby alleyway. You kick and scream, making any and all attempts to escape from their iron grasps.

“Shut up! Shut your trap!” The blond shouts as you’re pushed to the ground again, and it was his turn to taunt you while the brunette and redhead watched. He reaches behind him and pulls out a switchblade, flicking it open and holding it in front of your face.

“Now you be quiet. Or I’ll skin you right here.” He warns you while he puts his hand over your mouth, and by now your vision is blurry from the tears that were welling up in your eyes. 

You came to realize that you were fully at their mercy. If one of them had a knife, the chances were good that they all did. They were bigger and stronger than you, and if you didn’t want to be left for dead on the sidewalk, you had to be careful. You knew what happened to Johnny.

“You know, it’s a shame when pretty girls like you hang out with greaser trash.” He says while he moves his knife down, trailing the tip of the blade down your chin and chest, and his smirk grows.

“A lot of greaser broads are skanks. You don’t seem like it though.” He comments, and as his knife moves closer to the belt on your jeans, your brain goes into fight or flight mode.

“Let me go!” You screech, and you kick your legs as hard as you can to try and free yourself. You land a kick to the blond’s leg, and he grunts in pain while the brunette reaches down and grabs your ponytail with one hand, and he lands a hard smack on your cheek with the other. Your cheek began to burn from the impact immediately, but that didn’t stop you from fighting your way out of their grasp. The redhead whips out a knife from the pocket of his letterman jacket and flips it open, and he grabs you by the neck and holds the blade up to your jaw.

“Please let me go- please-” You cry as he presses the cold metal into your skin, making a small slice into your jaw. You felt weak from fighting them and your throat was beginning to hurt. 

Your attention was taken from them when you heard another voice shout from the other side of the street. 

“Hey! Get your ass out of our side of town!”

It was Dallas. You’d honestly never been so glad to hear his voice.

“Shit- get outta here!” The brunette says quickly, and they pretty much drop you to the pavement while they scramble back to their car. You turn onto your side and curl up, but you hear multiple sets of footsteps shuffling around. The tires on the corvair screech as they peel away, and you’re relieved.

When you turn to look, you see Dally, Johnny, and Two-Bit approaching you.

“Holy shit- Y/N is that you? Are you okay?” Two-Bit says quickly as the three of them jog closer to you, and Dally stands nearby while Johnny and Two-Bit crouch beside you. One would think that he didn’t care, but you knew he did. He just didn’t show it like the others.

“I’m okay-” You say meekly, and Two-Bit tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. The blood on the cut was beginning to clot, your cheek was still red, and your eyes were a little red from tears.

“They cut you?” Dally asks, and you nod slightly. Dally grunts under his breath.

“You’re okay kid. C’mon, let us get you to Darry’s place and clean you up, alright?” Two-Bit suggests. The Curtis house was closer than your own home, and it was a good idea to get cleaned up before you see your parents.

Two-Bit and Johnny help you up to your feet, and Two-Bit takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder as the four of you begin to walk.

“Where were you so late, Y/N?” Johnny asks, and you sigh.

“I was at the library. I’ve got a history project due soon.” You explain, and he nods. 

“You could have called any of us, kid. One of us could have picked you up or walked with you.” Two-Bit comments.

“I know, I just… I didn’t wanna put anyone out.” You mumble. “Where were you guys at?” You ask them, and Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Dally took us to the nightly double. We only got through one of the movies before we had to leave, thanks to Dal.” Johnny explains, and Two-Bit laughs. You didn’t even need an explanation to know that Dally probably stirred up some trouble, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if Two-Bit helped him.

The four of you walk for a few minutes before you arrive at the Curtis’ house, and as soon as you walk in, you see Pony and Soda on the couch, and Darry was in his chair reading the newspaper. Once the three of them turn and see you, they get up from their seats quickly. Darry’s the first one to approach you.

“What the hell happened? Did you get jumped?” He asks, and you nod while you move over to the couch to sit down since Pony had motioned for you to move over.

“I was comin’ home from the library. They pulled over and grabbed me.” You mumble, and Soda disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a bag of frozen vegetables. He hands it to you and you silently thank him with a nod before you hold up the cold bag to your cheek.

“How deep is that cut?” Ponyboy asks, and you shrug while you reach up to touch it.

“Not very. It stopped bleeding pretty quick.” You explain, and Darry nods while he moves to sit back down in his chair while the others find places to sit. In a way, Darry saw you as his kid sister. You were a little older than Pony, and you became good friends with the boys quickly. Darry saw you as one of their own. 

Dally stands beside the couch and against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Glad you’re okay, kid. Just call one of us if you’re alone like that again.” Dally says, and he reaches down to nudge the top of your head slightly. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the gesture. Maybe he does show that he cares.

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[dallysnecklace]

can you do a sleepy dally imagine? thank you so much

Sleepy | Dallas Winston

This is so fucking cute It’s sickening

You and Dallas had planned to go out tonight.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

Dallas had told you about how busy Bucks had been, but you didn’t think it was to the point where he was losing sleep.

But here you were, on your bed, clad in just a tank top and Dals boxers, while he was sleeping like a baby on you.

He’s really cute. His mouth is slightly open and you could hear his soft little breaths. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, not daring to let go. You were laying down, and he was somewhat on top of you, his head landing in the crook of your neck. Your legs were entangled with his, and you could not move without bothering him.

You didn’t want to. He was too precious to bother.

You rarely got to see the side of Dal that was innocent, and one of those times is in his sleep. You could never tell him how adorable he looks, because he would probably never want to sleep again.

He started to make some noise in his sleep.

You ran your hands through his hair lightly and said, “I know, right?” You chuckled at your own joke.

“I just” he sighed, “love you.” He mumbled. You could barely make out what he was saying.

His hand twitched under your shirt and he gripped your waist a little tighter. His mouth was pressed up against your neck, so everything was muffled, but you felt the vibrations on your skin.

“Love you too hunny.” You said back. Even if he was in a semi-conscious state, you will always say it back.

You ran your hands up and down his exposed back, scratching lightly. Your legs were starting to fall asleep, and you were supposed to meet up with the gang soon. You knew Dally didn’t want them to see him all cute and sleepy.

He opened his eyes barely, groaned and started to sit up. He used his hand to prop up his sleepy self on either side of you, and took a few hard blinks. He yawned, ran a hand through his messy hair and mustered out a, “Hey doll.”

“Hey Hun. I’m sorry I woke you, we’re supposed to meet the gang soon.” You looked up at him. All he did was just lay down in the same position and start peppering kisses around your neck. You giggled and you felt him smile into your skin.

“You should be sleepy more you’re so cute.” You laughed out.

“I’m always cute.” He pouted and actually sat up. You stood up from your spot and walked over to his desser, grabbing him a shirt and sweats. You walked back over to the bed and sat down.

“C’mere.” You smiled. He scooted over to you. You lifted up his arms and put on his shirt. You lifted each leg and helped pull up his pants. The whole time he was barely keeping his eyes open.

“Can’t we just stay here and not hang out with everyone?” He pleaded.

“Dallas we promised.” I said to him. Suddenly he grabbed you and started to spoon you, sneaking his hands around your waist.

“Your not leaving.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fine.” You scolded, “only because you haven’t been getting sleep.”

But in truth you were more than happy to take a nap with him.

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[miryum]

HIII!! I was wondering if u could do the boys from the outsiders having a waitress Friend and they all show up at her work to bother her and ask her stupid things like “since we’re ur friends this is all free right??” lol💕

Sodapop, followed by Two-Bit and Steve, slid into a booth, smiling widely. You internally groaned as the rest of the gang sat down as well. 

“Hey guys! What can I get you?” You chirped. 

“Ah, really?” Two-Bit sighed dramatically. “You’re using your customer service voice on us?”

“Fine.” Your voice dropped back to its normal tone. “Usual order?” You made eye contact with each of the boys, them nodding in confirmation. “Great.” You scribbled down the orders you had long memorised, asking, “Any other drinks or sides?”

“We’re good.” Darry interrupted before anyone could say anything that could rack up the bill. 

“I wanted Coke!” Soda whined. 

Darry shook his head. “You can get free Coke from the DX. You’re fine with water.”

“Got it,” you winked at the boys before going off and passing their order to the chef. 

The rest of your shift went easily, your other customers being very pleasant. However, whenever you tended to your friends, they always pushed you to ignore your job and sit with them. After their meal was finally done, the boys lazily eating, rapidly talking, and annoying you whenever possible, you smacked down the bill in front of them. 

“W-What’s this?” Steve asked, mouth full of the chocolate cake he ordered. 

“Your bill.” You frowned. “You all come here every week. What do you mean, ‘What is this?’”

“But we’re your friends!” Soda protested, quickly snagging some of Steve’s cake for himself. 

“Yeah…” You were unsure of where this was going. 

“We shouldn’t have to pay!” Two-Bit added on.

“I’m sorry?” You peered at them. “You guys owe ten dollars.” (I did the calculations. This is correct.) “I’m not letting you rob this fine establishment of its money!” You made it a couple seconds before snickering at your own joke. 

“Ten dollars?” Pony’s mouth fell open. “What the hell did you guys order?!”

Darry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cough it up!” He ushered the boys to grab their wallets. Everyone handed in two dollars (except for Dally who only shoved in one dollar and Darry who gave three to make up for Johnny’s single dollar), leaving you with their money and a one dollar tip. (Again, at that time, it's a very good tip.) 

“Two dollars down the drain….” Soda mumbled sadly. 

“Two dollars for your meal.” You corrected, starting to walk away. 

“You’re still hanging out with us after your shift, right?” Johnny called after you. You turned around and gave them a thumbs up, eliciting cheers from the group. 

“Thanks for the food!” Ponyboy yelled out. “It was… decent!” 

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” you remind him, leaving the table to help the other customers.

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[bldngiris]

soooo angsty dallas winston sibling fic based off family line by conan gray coming out later??

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