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spikedhe4rt · 9 months

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I need dating Darry hcs. NSFW and SFW

Darry Curtis x Reader Headcanons 🪸🪸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❥ Visiting his parents grave with him for support.

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

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

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

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

❥ You calming him down with kisses.

❥ Holding hands when you walk together.

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

❥ Thinks about what you like when he buys groceries.

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

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

❥ Him randomly picking you up just because he can.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❥ He will whimper while getting head from you.

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

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

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callme-holly · 16 days

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Hello!! Maybe you could write headcannons with the gang that have a s/o who’s getting picked on? Thank you!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I go back to school in like 2 days... yay, im so thrilled... Also I'm so sorry this took be so long to get to, my inbox is crazy right now but I swear I will get to everyone eventually !! Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 864 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of being jumped and fighting, that's it

Darry Curtis -

If Darry found out you were getting picked on by someone, he would go mental

Like he’d be pissed

He’d instantly want to know who it is who’s giving you trouble

If it’s the socs bothering you you best believe he’s walking everywhere with you

His concern would go through the roof

Darry doesn’t strike me as a typically violent person but if whoever is bothering you decides to jump you/cause you any physical harm, you best believe he’s starting something

If you’re upset, please let him take care of you, it’ll help calm him down somewhat

Sodapop Curtis -

If Soda finds out someone’s giving you trouble, he’ll instantly feel guilty

He takes it as his job to look after you and by someone hurting you either physically or verbally, he can’t help but feel like he’s let you down a little

He’ll get Steve to track down whoever it is who’s picking on you; you won’t have to worry about them anymore <33

He’ll cuddle with you for ages to try and make you feel better (although it’s mainly to help reassure himself that you’re okay)

Much like Darry, Soda will walk you everywhere

This boy will not risk leaving your side and if anyone so much as looks your way, he’s giving them a dirty look and pulling you in the opposite direction

Ponyboy Curtis -

Pony will feel horrible and a little annoyed when you tell him you’re getting picked on

If it’s the socs giving you trouble, he’s mad

He’ll walk you to and from places and will try to comfort you best he can

If it’s kids from school, he’s got your back

Pony will defend your case no matter what and if someone so much as says anything about you, he’s shutting them down with some smart comment real fast

And if you get jumped? Oh boy, he feels awful

He knows what it’s like to get jumped first hand and he’d never wish it upon anyone

He’d get Dallas to have a “word” with whoever it is bothering you and chances are, you won’t see them again after that

Johnny Cade -

Johnny gets so upset when he hears that someone is picking on you but he also gets really angry

Like, you don’t deserve anything bad that comes to you and he will do anything to protect you

I feel like people really down-play his character like, come on ya’ll, he literally stabbed someone to protect his friend

If he sees someone giving you grief, he’s standing up for you

He wouldn’t start a fight, no, but he’s definitely let them know what's up

If you get jumped, he’d comfort you in a heartbeat <33

You two have got the whole gang backing you both up, so there really isn’t anything to worry about when you’re with Johnny

Dallas Winston -

Oh, Dallas…

When he finds out you’re being picked on, he’s asking for names, appearances, addresses - you name it, this boy wants it

He will fight for you and he will make sure that whoever it is that’s bothering you, learns their lesson

And if you get jumped? He’s arranging a rumble and dragging in the Shepard gang to back him up

He’d walk you everywhere, and I mean everywhere

If you think he’s leaving your side for even a second, you’ve got another thing coming

He’s got an arm around your waist, your shoulders, his hand in your back pocket and if anyone so much as talks to you, he’s standing behind you, glaring them down

He’s defending you in a heartbeat, no matter who the person is that's giving you grief

Needless to say, nobody messes with Dallas Winston’s girl, and he’s willing to let everyone know just that

Steve Randle

Much like Dallas, Steve is asking for names almost instantly

He will not hesitate to fight someone for you

He gets so defensive on your behalf and will become insanely protective over you

If someone has said or done something to you that really bothered you, he’s comforting you and going after the person in a heartbeat

You’re his number one priority and he wants you to be happy at all times

You think he’s leaving your side? Nope, no chance

He’s gonna be one step behind you at all times and if he catches anyone giving you problems, they’re in for a rough time

I’m telling you, he’s shooting everyone dirty ass looks

If someone so much as says “hello” to you, Steve will be coming up behind you

“this person giving you trouble, babe?”

He’s just looking out for you

Two-bit Mathews -

The second you tell Two-but you’re being picked on, he’s smothering you with love

He’s not letting you go at all

He doesn’t want anyone making you think you’re worth less than you are

Secretly, he’s super pissed that someone would even think to mess with you and if he sees them, he won’t hesitate to confront them

He’s taking you everywhere you need to go, no complaints <3

If you get jumped, he will not hesitate to help fix you up before tracking down whoever hurt you

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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johnnycakesb14de · 3 months

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ICKS THE GREASERS WOULD GIVE

(sorry not sorry y'all)

DARRY

Would get mad a Ponyboy and if you stand up for him (if he's being unreasonable) he'll get even more mad and yell at you

Anger issues and takes it out on you (NEVER EVER physically) and will apologize eventually but still makes you feel bad

Unknowingly gaslights you by saying things like "your acting unreasonable." Or "your being crazy."

SODAPOP

Completely fucking oblivious to girls flirting with him because he's so used to it and won't realize it til you tell him

Will be closed off if you give him a vague discription of what you're doing or where you're going because of sandy

PONYBOY

Can genuinely just be a bitch like if he's in a bad mood he's like me on day two of my period

Also he won't say anything about it he'll genuinely just be a cunt

You've definitely had to walk out on his silly business once

Scared the shit out of him tbh

JOHNNY

I genuinely can't think of anything for him

He's just like doesn't radiate anything bad

Maybe he like keeps things from you like how he's feeling

Or where he's sleeping that night because he doesn't want you to feel bad for him

In the end still not really a ick

Flirts with other girls to make you upset if you made him upset

Totally not afraid that your gonna do what Sylvia did to him so he totally doesn't accuse of it occasionally

Smokes a lot and doesn't plan on stoping

Lacks communication skills

Everything he did to cherry at the drive in

My man y'all ❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻😻

TWO-BIT

Jokes at inappropriate times and will not stop

Will make jokes about things you haven't mentally recovered from

Achollic and refuses to admit it

STEVE

Mean like literally

Can be too rough at times and doesn't understand it

Like he'll hold your hand or something and just squeeze it way to hard and if you tell him to stop he'll say your being a baby

IM SORRRYYYYYT

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h6avenly · 11 months

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How the gang would react to a introverted/shy s/o!

So sorry for taking so long to write this! But here are your guy’s headcanons @bluetackbaby @l-3-xxx (I wrote more for soda since one of you guys asked for it!)

Darry

Darry would probably appreciate how quiet you are since he has to take care of boys who don’t know how to be quiet for a second of their lives

He thinks it’s very adorable how shy you are

When he isn’t at work he’s probably always by your side

When he’s stressed your presence just somehow makes him calm? (Does that even make sense lol)

Ponyboy’s probably thankful for you because you always seem to calm him down whenever he’s mad

When Darry first introduced you to the rest of the gang you just hid behind him like a five year old child

They kinda already knew Darry wasn’t one to go for loud and wild girls

When you guys would go out to dinner sometimes, Darry would probably be one of those parents who makes their child order for themselves

“Go on, tell him what you want, I’m waiting”

He doesn’t mean to do this on purpose, he just really wants you to slowly come out of your shell

He ends up ordering for you

Sodapop

You guys are literal opposites

He’s just jumping around everywhere and telling you everything that happened that day. And I mean EVERYTHING

You just smile and nod, happily listening to him talk

You’re always there for him when he needs to talk about his problems, which he is always thankful for

Whenever you guys go out anywhere, you’ll have to hold his hand just to make sure he won’t get lost

Like I said, he’ll be talking your ear off while you just listen to him, glad that at least one of you are talking

He doesn’t really mind how quiet you are, he knows you care and that you’re just shy

Whenever you guys are in crowded places, you just hold onto him the whole entire time

He finds it cute

Whenever you want to say something to someone, you’ll just whisper it to Soda and he’ll say it to them with a wide smile on his face

“She says she’s doing good! Probably because she’s with me of course!”

You just look at him unimpressed

When you do speak around people he’s so proud

He overall just loves how quiet you are and finds you so cute!

Ponyboy

Ponyboy doesn’t mind how quiet you are but he sometimes tries to encourage you to speak your thoughts

When you guys are alone in the comfort of his room that’s probably when you’ll be speaking more

You guys will be just living comfortably in silence with one another

He reads to you most of the time as you just sit next to him and listen

He doesn’t mind how much of an introvert you are because he’s one himself

When you come to his track meets, he’ll probably look for you in the crowd and smile knowing how you’re silently rooting for him

You get pretty happy when he reads to you, probably because you don’t have to do much talking

“Hey y/n, do y’want me to read to you again? It’s fine if not, we can do something else”

You immediately nod and become very glad that you don’t have to talk for this activity

Johnny

You guys will both be quiet together, no questions asked

The gang probably teases you both for how you guys are so similar

You and Johnny are probably never spotted without the other

You guys are literally attached together by the hip

Even if you guys don’t talk much you both get each other

You’re always there for him whenever he’ having problems with his folks

He’s really grateful for you since you are like the only other person besides Ponyboy who understands him

You guys literally don’t need anyone else when you have each other

“Hey y/n, thanks for always listening to me whenever about my problems..”

You have to assure him it’s no problem

Steve

Bro this guy would be encouraging you to do some crazy things with him

He talks a lot but not on the same level as Soda

Whenever you guys are hanging out he’s just mostly talking about cars as you try and stay interested

When someone is talking to you, he’ll mostly answer them (unless you don’t want him to)

He’s happy to stay at home with you instead of going out

He’s probably around you most of the time when he isn’t at the DX

Is probably one of the loudest guys out there so the gang doesn’t really understand how you got with him

He thinks your shyness is cute

“I swear! Today I saw this super cool red mustang! It was so sleek and everything! Too bad a dirty Soc owned it..”

You would just nod along to whatever he’s saying

Two-Bit

At first he honestly thought how weird it was to be so quiet

The only other person he knew that was very much introverted and didn’t speak much was Johnny

So when he met you, you surprised him

He’s always trying to make you laugh and get out of your comfort zone

His mother always has to tell him not everyone is as outgoing as him

“I know ma! I’ll stop bothering y/n to get out of her comfort zone!”

He really does care for you even if he’s trying to make you do crazy things that make you want to hide in a hole

Like I said, he’s always trying to make you laugh no matter the circumstance

Dallas

Dallas wasn’t really used to being around girls that don’t really try and get out there

He honestly thinks it’s amusing how quiet you are

Even if you don’t talk much he’s glad to know that you’re willing to listen to whatever he’s ranting on about

He doesn’t really understand how you could be so quiet and shy but he loves you nonetheless

Whenever he forces you to go to parties at Buck’s he always makes sure you’re comfortable

“You alright doll? We can leave if ya want.”

He tries to act like he doesn’t care but you can sense it easily

The gang is happy there will be someone around to balance Dally out

Sorry if this isn't what you really wanted! I tried my best so again I'm sorry if it's bad! But thank you guys for requesting!

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allexina · 4 months

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↱ Content Warnings: female reader, lots of stress, mentions of verbally abusive parents, and mentions of sexual harassment in Dallas’s. ↰

↱ The Outsiders x Female! Reader Who’s Under a Lot of Stress and Breaks down Because of it ↰

↱ Summary: You overwork yourself with school, your job, helping others all the time and soon, that comes crashing down on you. ↰

↱ Characters that are present in this are Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston, and Two-bit Matthews. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I want to apologize for the not posting in a long while. I’ve been extremely busy as of late with school. I hope you understand:). I do hope to make all of the stories longer as I feel they are far too short as of right now. I also wanted to make Two-bit’s slightly lighter as I felt I had gotten a little too dark with Dally‘s. I hope you enjoyed reading and I will be trying to start a routine for my writing. I hope to start writing every week or every other week. Anyways, have an amazing day/night! And I hope that your weekend is amazing and you enjoy it! ↰

Darry Curtis:

You sobbed silently in the bathroom. Darry was in the room beside you and you didn’t want to bother him or make him feel bad for the things he did/didn’t do. You knew Darry would automatically blame himself for everything you were currently going through and you didn’t want that.

After a while, you felt your tears begin to dry but you sat still until you knew that the redness had left from your eyes. If Darry asked about your sniffling, you’d tell him that you were feeling sick. You didn’t want him to worry about such small things when he had his brothers and the gang to worry about.

You left the bathroom and went to lay down with Darry. The overwhelming stress seemed to spill out of your body once more as you felt tears build again. Darry lazily wrapped his arms around you and planted a kiss to the back of your head. You looked at the arms thrown around you and took a sharp breath in. You wouldn’t accept crying in front of Darry. He wouldn’t make fun of you but he would try to take responsibility for it. You didn’t need that on top of the stress you were getting from being a waitress and having creepy old men hit on you while also going to college.

Darry made sure you knew he was very proud of you but that didn’t stop the stress from slowly building within and expressing itself in unhealthy ways. You would stay out a little later with a friend or two drinking or you’d ditch college or your job for your mental health. Nothing seemed to matter to you anymore and your life goals disappeared within mere seconds. You were beginning to go back into the same slump you were in when you were in high school. You cringed at the thought but continued to lay completely still. You didn’t want to wake Darry with you being overly sensitive about life. That’s what you were crying over. Life.

Everyone experienced what you were currently going through. Why should it matter if you, a single person, was going through something that felt debilitating? Something that held you down and prevented you from completing college and doing good at your job. Finally, you let a few more tears fall. Once it started, it didn’t stop like before. More tears began falling and you laid in your boyfriend’s arms, silently sobbing.

Darry stirred beside you and tightened his arm around your waist. “Are you crying?” He muttered out and you immediately denied the claims he made.

“No, darling. Go back to sleep. You have work tomorrow.” You wrapped you arms around Darry’s that rested against your stomach. Your back was pressed tightly against him and he kissed the top of your head gently.

“I know you are. Why don’t you tell me when you need help? I don’t care if it’s money or physical or emotional. Tell me next time.” He muttered out in that groggy voice of his and you simply nodded your head. You brought Darry’s arms up and you began to sob a little louder, feeling slightly more comforted by the fact that your burly boyfriend was behind you. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“I’m sorry. You have to take care of your two kid brothers and you don’t need me being whiny because I can’t control my emotions.” You whispered out as you laid in place once more. You didn’t dare move.

“I’m here for you though because I’m yours. If you wanna cry, go right on ahead. I’m not stopping you but I also ain’t goin’ to let you cry by yourself.” Darry left his arms in the position you had put them, instead intertwining your legs together.

Sodapop Curtis:

You helped Maryann with the math problem she was working on. She was growing visibly frustrated and had been making snide remarks to you. You thought about getting up and leaving but you promised you would help her so you didn’t. Maryann looked up at you after you had mentioned she done something wrong, “How come you can point out my fucking mistakes but can’t point out your own?” That usually wouldn’t bother you mostly because you just weren’t bothered but you finally looked back at Maryann with tears filling your eyes.

“Don’t come ask me for help again. Maybe Ponyboy would be a better option or a stranger. I don’t care but don’t ask me again.” You stood from the chair and began walking away. Within a matter of minutes, Jane came running towards you.

“Can you help me? I lost my purse.” So, you spent the next thirty minutes of your life helping her look for her purse. You couldn’t leave a friend in need alone to find something. “Thank you, R/n.” Her words were spoken too late as you had already left to find Soda. Today had been a horrible day for you and it went far past the two previous events. Early that morning, you’d received a call saying that you needed to work an earlier shift as Ruth had left with little to no explanation. You had gone in and then the rest of your coworkers had left. That may not seem like much to others but to you, it was more than just people being lazy. You were always the one who got the most work thrown onto her shoulders. God forbid you tried to politely decline helping someone. The guilt of other people’s expectations would crush you. The DX was nearing in the distance and you sped up, hoping to catch Soda and Steve. They’d know how to make your day better.

You managed to open the door of the store without anyone asking you for something. Soda smiled and perked up as you walked into the store. “Soda, is your shift almost over?” Soda jumped over the counter with a grin and nodded while fixing his hat lazily.

“Good. Come on.” You grabbed his wrist and began pulling him away from the store. The two of you arrived at your house which was only because you didn’t want his brothers or friends to bother you for the time being. Without another word, you pushed him onto the couch and threw yourself down beside him. “I can’t do this anymore! Why does everyone come to me without even saying a simple ‘thank you’? Only Jane does it and maybe Ponyboy but no one else says it when they should. I’ve helped everyone in this godforsaken town out and not a damn one seems grateful.” You couldn’t register the words before allowing them to spew out, which led to your current situation. You were fearful that you hurt Soda’s feelings as you cared deeply for him and didn’t want him to feel hurt or unloved because you were in a bad mood. “I’m sorry. I took you away from a job that you NEED and then fussed about my life. I’m sorry.” You apologized multiple times and tried to make up for the attitude you had.

Soda laughed it off though and gave you a pat on your shoulder. “It’s fine, sweetheart. You wanna talk about it some more?” You leaned against him and let out an ugly sob. You hugged him tightly and tightened your grip on him. Sniffles left you just as rapidly as your tears wet Soda’s shirt.

“I don’t know.” You whispered out as you continued to sob loudly. Soda kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, refusing to let go until you dried your tears. It took a while, but Soda sat with you until you were done crying.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Your parents were still arguing, mostly about your grades and anything else they could think of that you’d done wrong. You had failed biology with a D but you didn’t think it was that bad. All your other grades were amazing. You laid limply in the bed without many thoughts going through your head other than your failures. All of the things you could’ve done differently to fix the issue before it became an issue. You got out of bed and locked your door. The phone in the corner of your room called to you as the urge to phone Ponyboy appeared.

You soon gave into the urge, picking the f/c phone up. You dialed his number almost immediately and lifted the phone up to your ear, patiently waiting. When you finally received an answer, it was Soda’s voice. “Hey, can you tell Ponyboy that he’s needed?” You murmured softly into the phone. You didn’t want your parents to walk by and accidentally overhear you planning your nighttime escape.

“Uh yeah. Hold for just a second.” Soda began yelling for the youngest Curtis. You waited until the phone was passed and began talking almost instantly.

“Pony, come get me. I just need to be with someone right now. I can’t stay here though. Please come get me.” You hated begging but knew that he would come get you if you begged. Hell, he most likely would’ve instantly came if you mentioned you needed help picking an empty box up.

You heard Ponyboy began shifting around before he mumbled out an ‘ok.’ You put the phone back on the receiver and made your way over to your window. You unlocked and opened it. Fortunately for you, you moved your room from the top floor to the bottom floor. You said it was because you didn’t like looking out the window and seeing the few feet off the ground but in reality, it was because you wanted to sneak out to see the gang.

You sat on the window sill until you seen Ponyboy and Johnny walking in the distance. You hopped out and closed your window almost completely, leaving only a gap the size of your hand so you could push it up. You ran towards the two boys, jumping on your lover as soon as you were close enough. You shoved your face into his jacket and kept it there for a while. He didn’t seem to mind as he rubbed your back and comforted you the best he could.

You weren’t crying because you hated crying in front of others. You had managed to hold your tears back until that point though. Once you heard Johnny walk away, presumably to smoke, you began to cry softly. Ponyboy seemed taken aback by it but continued to rub your back softly. He began walking away from your house. “Won’t Johnny be left here alone?” You whispered out in between the heavy breathes and quiet whimpers.

“He’ll be fine. He was heading back to the house. It’s the middle of December. It’s freezing out here.” Ponyboy muttered out to you as you began quietly laughing.

“I like this more than the heat though. Thank you for coming to get me.” Tears were still falling but not nearly as much as they were before.

“You’re welcome.” He muttered back out into your hair as the two of you whispered to each other until you got back to his house. Johnny and the rest of the boys were in the living room. It seemed none of them wanted to go back to their respective homes just yet. Soda let out a sigh when he seen the two of you walk in.

“Y’all want the room, don’t you?” He grumbled out as you nodded.

“We can go to that diner up the road.” You watched Steve talk with his mouth open and chocolate cake still in it.

Ponyboy slipped past all of them and took you to his and Soda’s shared room. He laid you on the bed before climbing in beside you. Your tears had long since dried but you looked over at him. “My parents were arguing about me again. Talking about my grades and all. I don’t care though. I tried and now, I don’t care.” You pushed yourself further into him and closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?” He questioned as he kissed your cheek gently.

“Just stay by me for a little bit.” You whispered back out as you curled closely to him, falling asleep and feeling better about the situation.

Johnny Cade:

You reread the notes you had scribbled messily into your notebook. Something was really starting to get to you. You couldn’t name it but the feeling in the pit of your stomach was making you antsy. You closed your notebooks when that feeling began showing itself as sadness.

Tears built up within your eyes and you pushed yourself away from the table you were sitting at. You felt the tears continue to grow rapidly and stood up. You couldn’t stay in the library while crying. You gathered your notebooks all together and ran out of the building as silently as possible. You decided to head down to Johnny’s “home.”

It was dirty but you knew that it was the only home Johnny had. He had the Curtis household along with yours to go to whenever he needed but he hated going to y’all. You were quite the opposite. You liked to go to him with your problems. It made you feel better. Though, you didn’t always go to him. You noticed Johnny wasn’t hanging around out there so you laid down on the fluffiest part of grass you could find. You knew Johnny was most likely in the Curtis household.

You put your arms under your head for a little while and waited patiently to hear Johnny or any of the boys. You finally heard Johnny and Ponyboy. You looked up at the two and put your head back down lazily. “Hey.” You gave a short wave with the hand that wasn’t laying under your head. You finally sat up and looked up at the two of them with little to no emotion showing on your face.

“Are you okay?” Johnny sat down beside you and shooed his best friend away for a second. Ponyboy walked away from the two of you while you just sat there.

“Fine.” You sniffled quietly. You weren’t full on crying. You were just… doing the opposite of crying.

“You sure don’t sound it.” Johnny laid himself down beside you. He let one of his arms wrap around you and you slowly turned over before you started to cry into his denim jacket. You were still almost silent.

“I’m tired.” You covered your own face, slightly embarrassed to be crying like a child in front of Johnny. You reminded yourself that he’s seen you in almost everyone predicament possible. Including the one where you tried to wax.

The more you thought about those funny moments with him, the more you slowly stopped crying. “No, I’m being serious. I feel overworked…? I feel so exhausted, too.” You finally admitted, openly and without shame. Johnny just let a hand run messily through your hair. He pulled you closer.

“Why don’t you take a nap? Pony won’t care if we sleep for a bit.” Johnny whispered out as he pulled you closer. You leaned against him with only your sniffles agreeing to his words.

You weren’t real big on talking after crying as you knew it would make your voice hoarser than ever. You let out a weak cough once your throat began experiencing an itchy sensation at the base. With one final sigh, you slowly fell asleep beside Johnny.

Steve Randle:

You ate another chip. Another minute passed. Tears stained your cheeks. Your throat was hurting from all the screaming you had previously done. The argument was stuck in your head. Steve was silently sitting beside you. He wasn’t even bothered with eating chocolate cake. He was simply sitting beside you. “He got real mean towards me. I couldn’t do anything.” You covered your face blindly. Tears started to fall once more.

You curled up towards yourself. Your knees came close to hitting your chest but they didn’t. “I can’t do nothing about it but, why don’t you take a nap?” Steve tried to comfort as best as he could.

“I don’t want to. I just want to cry.” You laid down on the couch you were on. The two of you were at your apartment. You had gotten it through a long drawn out process that included lots of lies. You weren’t to keen on going into it.

You grabbed another chip and ate it with a sigh. You finally let out a cough when the chip went down wrong. You covered your mouth as Steve stared at you. You didn’t want him or anyone else staring at you while you sobbed your heart out.

You moved from your curled up spot and slipped off of the couch the two of you were sitting on. You walked into the bathroom and covered your face. You were embarrassed and were now tired after sobbing for so long. The bathroom door opened and Steve finally let out a sigh. “Is there anythin’ I can do to make it easier, darlin’?” Steve let one of his hands fall on your back. You slowly turned to face him before you threw yourself into his arms. Your world felt like it was falling apart so easily.

“I just want to stay here with you.” You continued sobbing before Steve kissed your head.

“I’ll stay here for as long as you need me to.”

Dallas Winston:

You knew Dally wasn’t good with emotions and tried avoiding the conversation with him. You had almost succeeded in him not realizing you were hurt and in pain. It wasn’t physical this time, no, it was only mental pain. Dally wouldn’t be able to understand where you were coming from and would automatically tell you to stop whining and fix the issue. You crossed your arms over your chest as your boyfriend sat on the bed in front of you.

“Dally, I’ve been struggling lately. I’ve been in pain and I’m so hurt and I can’t figure it out and I know you’re going to tell me to stop whining and all. But, it still hurts.” You let out a choked sob and finally climbed into the bed and closed your eyes. Your tears started to fall down your face. It was very unfortunate for you.

Dally let out a sigh from behind you and laid down to wrap his arms around you. “I can’t say I understand what’s happening but, I do know that you’ll survive. You always do.” You cried a little harder into your pillow as you listened to Dallas give his own words of strength you assumed that made him feel better when someone told him that so you accepted his weird love for you.

“I know, Dally. You don’t understand. My boss won’t leave me alone. I’m being harassed at work by boys who keep pulling on my skirts and won’t leave them alone long enough for me to move on to the next customer without having to fix my skirt.” You shoved your face fully into the pillow and felt Dally wrap his hand around your own.

“What if I drop by tomorrow? With Johnny and Pony.” Dally pulled you against his body so that your back rested against his chest comfortably.

“That would be amazing if it meant that you would keep them away. They won’t leave me alone and my boss refuses to keep them away from me.” Dally finally planted a kiss on your neck before he let you grab his arms and move him however you want. He didn’t want to voice his opinion or anything as he knew that would make you distance yourself further from him.

He silently held you for as long as you wanted and needed. He wouldn’t ever say anything aloud but he knew that you understood his physical gestures.

You were comfortable with his gestures as your emotions slowly calmed down. You curled around him and finally the two of you fell asleep with a specific calmness that you two only got with each other.

Two-Bit Matthews:

He was drinking and watching Mickey Mouse again. You were wiping tears away while also laughing at what was happening in front of you. Two-bit was full on drunk and was arguing with you. “You’re not my girlfriend.” He frowned as he swatted at you once more. You let out a gasp when his hand made contact with your thigh.

“I am your girlfriend, Two.” You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a sigh. Two looked up at your face and finally let out a sigh.

“No, I don’t see it. R/n is my girl. Not you.” Two’s head laid back on the couch as his eyes closed.

Earlier in the day, you had almost fist fought your mom over Two. So, you were now trying to cuddle with your drunk boyfriend.

“I’m not playing. Just let me cuddle with you.” You tried to hug him one last time before he scoffed and pushed you away. You sat down on the couch and you finally closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep.

* * * *

Two shook you and you sat up with a gasp. “Do you remember what happened last night?” Was the first question that left your mouth.

Two shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t.” He rubbed the back of his neck as you started laughing.

“You told me I wasn’t your girlfriend when I needed comfort.” You wrapped your arms around him before pouting slowly. Finally, Two realized what you said.

“What happened?” Two-bit sat beside you on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Don’t worry about it. I was just joking with you.” You weren’t but, you didn’t want him to worry so much about you. He cared for you so much that if you wanted, he would probably cook and clean for you.

You kissed him and the two of you sat there for a while, understanding that you both were okay so long as you were together.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #johnny cade x reader #Dallas Winston x reader #Steve randle x reader #two bit mathews x reader #x female reader #the outsiders preferences #fanfiction #Ponyboy Curtis #Darry Curtis #Sodapop Curtis #Steve Randle #Two-bit Matthews #Dallas Winston #Johnny Cade

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zuricu · 1 year

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The Ousiders - Their favorite toys if they had a 2000s childhood

WARNINGS: none!!

I posted this one on Wattpad a while ago, but I'll post it here too :)

Ponyboy:

Would spin until he got sick

Sodapop:

This one needs to be cannon? Like c'mon??

Darry:

He collected them all

Johnny:

Tell me I'm wrong

Steve:

He gives off this energy but he would def also collect Hot Wheels and the race tracks for them

Two-Bit:

Would try to make his art so good but it was the worst thing ever. He would also have a Tickle-Me Elmo

Dallas:

Pissed everyone off with these damn things

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cheeseballsaregood · 4 months

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Insecure

It was just a normal day at DX. You and Steve were just chilling out inside while Sodapop was flirting with girls. It was always like this, Steve and you were kinda just there while Soda talked to like 6 or 5 girls. Today was different, though. It made Steve feel different. Of course, Steve was insecure, Soda had the looks while Steve had nothing. Or that's what he thought.

"Y/N?" Steve said kinda nervously and softly. "Yeah, buddy?" You said, looking up at Steve, placing your magazine down and putting your full attention on him. "Am.. Am I ugly? To you, am I ugly? It really seems like I am. I mean.. I never can get chick's to look at me like Soda can! If I try to get in a relationship it goes downhill, they're scared of me cause of my fucking ugly teeth..i-it ain't my fault." Steve started to tear up slightly, looking away from you. "I-I..im sorry about askin' that. I know it's weird..I never really just ask that. I'm just sick of being single, Soda's my buddy and all but it really slaps me in the face when I see him with those broads everyday. I'm basically in his shadow Y/N..No one wants a greaser with jacked up teeth and no looks. Never had a girl to call my own, never did anything. No kiss..nothin. No gal wants me." Steve crossed his arms while he was looking away, wiping a tear forming in his eye.

You looked at him, sighing softly. "He's so clueless," you thought to yourself. You've always liked Steve. You've always thought he was handsome and just so kind. Yes, Steve had a temper. He was reckless, he was loud, he was messy, but he had a kind heart. "Steve, you're not ugly. You're really handsome. Your teeth are fine too, and you're right it ain't your fault they are like that. Those chicks just go for looks anyway. They judge, you don't want no chick like that, Stevie. When I look at you, Steve, I see a very cute, funny, amazing guy. You deserve the world Steve..don't listen to those girls. You aren't ugly or scary." You stood up, walking over by him. You touched his arm, and he instantly looked at you. "Steve.. I've always liked you for you, I find you really cute. Even hot if we wanna go there. Who needs those judgmental girls anyway? They'd take away your happiness. How about we go in the break room, and just talk, okay?"

You saw him blush. It wasn't that noticeable, but you could see it. You grabbed his hand, guiding him towards the break room door. Once you both enter, you sit on the couch. "Is..is it true? You like me? A gal like you likes me Y/N? I mean.. I'm flattered, but I'm just surprised." Steve looked into your eyes, his bluish green eyes filled with confusion and passion. You looked at him, smiling widely "I have for about a few years now, never wanted to tell ya cause I wanted to see how long it would take for you to realize I've always been here for you. Steve.. I wanna be yours. I wanna make you happy when your sad, calm you down when you're pissed off, have fun with you, clean ya up after a rumble, or when you bang your head on the ground from your back flips off of cars. I wanna treat you right."

You blush slightly with a slight laugh when you mention the back flips. He couldn't help but blush, too, looking away. "Then be mine..to be honest, I never noticed. Never thought you'd like me..thought I was just a friend." You put a finger under his chin, making him look at you. You smile again, which makes him smile a tiny bit. "I'm glad you're not just a friend. You're perfect steve.." You look down at his lips, leaning in and placing your lips on his. He was shocked at first but went for it, kissing back. He was actually a good kisser for his first time. You place both hands on his cheeks. Caressing them with your thumbs. He pulled you in a hug while you kissed. Then, after a minute, you broke it.

"Wow Y/N..That was amazing. How about after work I take ya to the dingo or something..buy us dinner and we can watch a movie at the drive-in? How does that sound, Darlin?" He put some hair behind your ear, smiling slightly while still in shock from the kiss and the confession. You nod, smiling widely at him. "I would love to! Then we can head back to my house, my parents aren't home and we can just hang out!" He nodded, kissing you again, then broke it. "That sounds amazing, Darlin. Now, let's head back to work, shall we?" You nodded, grabbing his hand. You both walk out there, carrying on with the work day. You and Steve were finally a couple. After so long, he was yours, and you were his. It was perfect. He found someone who loved him dearly, which was you.

**note**

My first story! I love it so much, lmk if you want a part two or something. I love Steve so much. BTW, text me for requests, I do all the greasers, no socs. Have a good night, yall!

#steve randle #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #johnny cade #steve randle needs more love #tom cruise x reader #steve randle x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders x reader #tom cruise

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80stacos · 1 year

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Favorite movie genre: comedy

@sparklenarniawizard enjoy 🖤!!

#sodapop curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders preferences

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Cat heaven is a winter greenhouse on a sunny day.

#crawling along #you must feel god-chosen when you're a cat having access to 28°C when the sinners (dog) are stuck outside in negative temperatures #(this dog prefers the cold and even moreso if it snows but that's not comprehensible to a cat's brain)#i wanted to write a detailed winter greenhouse newsletter but haven't had time #so this is like... a trailer #soon on your screens: fish and flowers and fairly huge radishes #and a cameo by the undefeatable parsley

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werewolfaday · 3 months

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day 19! a request from juice for amicus from adastra

#art #amicus adastra #amicus #werewolf art #werewolf a day #monster art #day 19 #i dont know anything abt this dude but im happy to draw him!#i probably wont draw a whole bunch of outside characters tho fyi for anyone who wants to tip!#prompts for werewolf scenarios or actions are preferred so i dont deviate too far from the theme #but i was happy to do this one!!

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spikedhe4rt · 11 months

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can you please do a johnny smut with the reader giving johnny a hj and they keep edging him and he's really whiny and whimpers a lot? sorry if this is too specific! thank you

Sub!Johnny x Reader Smut

Word Count: 1221

I climbed on top on Johnny, situating myself. I kiss him, enveloping his soft and plump lips. He placed his hands tightly on my hips. "Fuck!" Johnny whimpered. I let out a giggle at his desperation. "Such a pathetic baby." I ran a teasing hand down his chest, my hand slipping under his shirt. He moaned as he felt my warm on his belly. "Please, take it off!" he squeaked out.

I smiled down at him, ready to give him a order. "Sit up. Now" He immediately sat up and followed my directions. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest that was already covered in hickeys from yesterday. "Stand up for me!" He lifted himself from the bed slowly. "I love you so much, Johnny. You know that, right?"

He nodded with a whimper. I leaned into his warm body to kiss him deeply. My hands slit down to the button on his jeans, unfastening them quickly. Johnny groaned into the kiss, and brought a hand to my breasts. I pushed Johnny away from the kiss. "Take it off for me" He kicked his pants and underwear quickly, revealing his hard cock.

Johnny's cock was releasing beads of pre-cum by the second and rock hard. His cock was pulsing with need and reddish at the tip. It was begging for release and stimulation. He didn't know what was to come. Johnny the sat down on the bed, watching me as I was about to strip for him.

My hands slowly went down to the bottom of my tank top, lifting it teasingly over my head. My pink lacey bra with a pink bow in the middle to match was on display for him. Only for him. His dick twitched as he waited for me to lose my shorts next. "You're so pretty" he said to me. I smiled at him before pulling down my shorts, stepping out of them after.

I walked over to the bed and straddled Johnny, my clothed pussy rubbing against his naked cock slightly. I scooted back a little, adding more space between us. My lips found there way to his neck, peppering kisses on his neck. I bit down on the sensitive part on his neck then soothing it with my warm tongue. "Fuck. More!" he panted out.

I can already see the hickeys forming on his neck as he begged. I put my hand around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. Our lips pushed together roughly. Johnnys tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. Fuck. I pulled away from him once again, eliciting a groan from him.

"Baby, please do something. Anything!" Johnny cried out. I nodded at him before grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks till his lips opened involuntarily. My other hand came up under his mouth, "Spit." I told him as I let his face go. Johnny leaned his head forward, his silky hair brushing his face to spit in my hand. My hand trailed down to his desperate cock.

The spit from my hand coated his cock that was already slightly wet from his precum. "Fuck. Feels so good, doll." I started to slowly stroke his dick at a slow, grueling pace. Johnny moaned loudly, his hips bucking up slightly into my hand. I placed a hand on his chest as I continued. "You look so handsome like this, Johnny." I whispered to him. He leaned into me, scanning over my features. "T-thank you"

The pace of my strokes picked up, making johnny cry out. "Please!" He breathed as he felt the change. I kept up my pace as he voice became more and more whiney and breathless. I knew that he would cum soon. I started to use both my hands to stroke his cock. One of my hands eventually came to add pressure to his leaky tip.

"Fuck! Im gonna cum. Please let me cum." I smirked at him, shaking my head. "No. Hold it for me!" He whimpered on what seemed like the verge of tears. "Oh fuck!" Johnny voice was raspy and soft as he begged for a release. I continued my work on his hard cock. "You sound so pretty, Johnny."

I could feel his overstimulated cock throb in my hold as I kept stroking. Sayings of " You like that don't you?" and "Not yet, baby." radiated as his "Feels so good." and "I wanna cum." filled the room. I brought a hand up to his mouth for more spit. He immediately filled my request, groaning as my hand returned to his cock. "Im getting close again! please!" I removed my hands completely from him completely. "You have to wait, baby."

He nodded, overstimulated, "Please give me your hands again!" I gave exactly what he needed. My left hand trailed down to his aching cock as my other went to his balls. I rubbed the velvety skin, increasing to his pleasure. Tears pricked his eyes as he knew he was getting edged for a third time. "Baby can I cum, please?" I shook my head with a smirk.

His whole face was tucked into my neck, tear streaming down. "Can I have kiss? Please!" I brought his head up and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Johnny put one of his hands on my hip and one on my throbbing clit. I got really worked up watching him beg. He began to rub slowly as I continued to stroke his overstimulated cock. "Fuck. You're such a good boy!"

My strokes began to get faster as I felt my own high building up. "Feels so good. Can I cum?" I started to kiss his neck before replying "Make me cum then I'll let you" Once Johnny heard my words, his fingers began to work faster. "You make me feel so good, Johnny. Shit!" My high was so close, about to tip over the edge. Johnny gave my puffy clit one last circle before my eye rolled back and I came all over his fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I kissed Johnny, my tongue slipping into his mouth once again. I pulled away about to let him have his release. "Cum for me, Johnny." I told him with a nod, lip between my teeth. Johnny let out a loud moan before cumming hard on my hand. I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his release. After that, I brought him in for another kiss, making him taste himself slightly.

"Thank you, baby." he said as we began to lay down together. I looked at him in his eyes, lovingly, "I love you, Johnny." He kissed me softly "I love you more."

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A/N: Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. My requests are always open!! I have a request chapter on this book and my dms are opens. I love you guys!!! <3

#the outsiders #the outsiders smut #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders angst #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade fluff #johnny cade x y/n #johnny cade smut #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston

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callme-holly · 28 days

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Can you do a three times the gang almost caught and the one time they did with two dal or steve

But the reader is also a Curtis? Like their sister?

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 [𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i'm so sorry this took so long omg. I'm really trying to be faster but my attention span is so short and I just can't sit down for longer than 10 mins. I will probably also end up writing this sort of fic for Two-bit and Steve too, only bc I have literally nothing for them yet lmaoo. Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 3.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing, mentions of fighting

0.1 - more charm than sense

The Curtis home is unusually quiet; everyone either out or at work.

The radio plays on low, some commercial station that only seems to play the same ten songs before switching back to the first and replaying them all without end.

You’re standing in front of the sink, towel in hand, and as you clean up the remnants of breakfast, your brother’s dirty plates are dumped haphazardly atop the counter in a less than neat pile. The water runs clear under your steady hands, and for a moment you forget that you aren’t entirely alone in the house, too focused on cleaning up to notice anything further than the sound of your own breathing and the light static of the radio.

You're so lost in thought that you barely register the lingering presence behind you, only startling once a familiar pair of arms wind themselves around your waist from behind, the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and cheap, most likely stolen, cologne filling your senses. Lips are pressed against the base of your neck, and a chin rests on your shoulder. The sudden weight is warm and familiar.

“I thought ya invited me over to spend some time with me, doll, not clean.” Dallas drawls, his voice rough and his accent heavy. You can feel him smile into your skin as you sigh, letting go of the cloth in favour of turning towards him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands fall to your hips, and his thumbs trace lazy patterns into your skin.

“I didn’t invite you, Dal,” You raise your brows, “You climbed in through my window.”

Dallas laughs lowly in response, shrugging nonchalantly as he drops a kiss on the corner of your lips. “Didn't expect ya to be so preoccupied.” He trails off, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and nipping lightly along your jawline. “Thought I’d be gettin’ more attention than this.”

You roll your eyes fondly in response, but don’t move away as he continues peppering kisses down your jaw and collar, your hands wandering idly to the hem of your shirt. You’re quick to slap him away, fixing him with a warning look. He just grins lazily, leaning in close enough to press his lips just below your ear.

“Dallas.” Your tone is stern, and it has absolutely no effect whatsoever on the greaser, who merely hums in reply, hands moving back to your waist to pull you closer. “Not here.”

Dallas’ grip tightens for a moment, and he pulls back, tilting his head to the side. “C’mon, doll… You’re brothers are gone; what’s there to worry about?” There’s a wicked grin on his lips as he steps away from you and leans against the kitchen counter, watching you carefully.

It had been a mutual agreement to hide your relationship from the gang, a decision made to spare you from the headache Darry would no doubt give you and the black eye Dallas would receive for even thinking about touching you. You knew it was stupid to try hiding things from the gang, especially when they could see right through you like nobody else did, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell them.

Darry would probably skin you if he found out you were dating a hood like Dally, and you didn’t want to risk it.

“There’s plenty to worry about,” you conclude, turning back to the sink. “What if Two-Bit or Johnny decide they wanna pay little old me a visit, huh, and they catch us here in the kitchen?”

Dallas chuckles before placing his hands on your shoulders, leaning in close to whisper directly into your ear, “They won’t catch us, darlin’. They haven’t yet.” His hands begin to wander once more, and you drain the sink with a sigh, trying to find what little composure you have left to resist him and his words. He's relentless, damn him, and you know better than to hope for any sort of peace and quiet when you're home and alone.

His lips continue to trail a line down your neck, mouthing teasingly along the sensitive skin before moving back to your lips. This time, however, you give in, your fingers threading into his hair as you meet his eager advance.

It's almost too easy to lose yourself in the haze of the moment, so much so that you hardly notice the thumping of footsteps on the porch until the screen door opens suddenly and Sodapop’s voice rings out.

“Y/N! You here?” His voice is loud with excitement as always, and you’re quick to jump away from Dallas, your eyes wide with surprise.

“What the hell?” You hiss, glancing around the room frantically before spotting before your gaze lands on the bathroom door. You shove Dallas towards it, mumbling under your breath as you do so. “Get your ass outta here.” He snorts quietly, following your gaze and pressing a kiss to your cheek before closing the door behind him just as Soda rounds the corner in search of you. He beams brightly, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re home early…” You start, and he shrugs, heading to the dining table to grab his lunch which is still sitting where you’d left it out this morning.

“Forgot this,” He holds up the bag and you roll your eyes internally. Typical.

“You know,” You head back to the sink, taking out the now-clean dishes and stacking them back in the cupboard. “Sometimes I wonder how you’ve lived this long.”

Soda smirks and raises an eyebrow, backing towards the door, lunch now in hand. “What can I say? What I lack in sense, I make up for in charm.” He winks, flashing a cocky grin as he leaves the house, the door banging shut behind him.

You watch to make sure he's completely gone before jogging to the bathroom and throwing open the door. “I told you this would happen.” You start, but stop short when you see that the room is empty.

The only sign that anybody had even been in here in the first place is the open window, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke, and that stupid cheap cologne that lingers in the air.

“Goddamnit, Winston…” You huff, shaking your head and walking over to pull the window shut.

0.2 - some unwanted visitors

There’s a slight chill in the air; the summer nights slowly beginning to turn cooler as fall begins its slow, sleepy crawl across the state.

Dallas has an arm thrown lazily over your shoulders, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he presses close, and a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. You lean into him slightly, savouring the warmth surrounding him and feeling content in his hold. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, neither wanting to break it nor quite being comfortable staying silent either.

“So... I suppose you're wanted back before curfew, huh?” Dallas eventually drawls, shifting slightly to lean his head against yours. You let out a small laugh, leaning further into him and allowing your cheek to rest against his chest.

“You know it,” You murmur, and he hums, his fingers tracing little circles on the small of your back absentmindedly. “Darry thinks I'm out with friends again, so you’ll have to drop me off at the end of the street.”

The greaser frowns at that, a faint crease forming between his brows. “I ain’t lettin’ you out of my sight, doll, 'specially not this late.” He looks almost offended that you'd even suggest such an idea, and you shake your head, looking up at him.

“Dal, I can handle myself. I don’t need you watching my ass 24/7.”

He rolls his eyes, giving you an indignant scoff. “You ain’t got to act all high and mighty, doll. You know I ain’t going to let you walk alone.” He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers the next part. “Besides, we both know you like it when I watch your ass.” He pulls back then, grinning wildly when you roll your eyes dramatically, pushing him away.

“Whatever, Winston,” You mutter, a coy smile tugging at the corners of your lips as he reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together loosely. “But seriously, though, I’ll be fine.”

Dallas simply grunts, choosing to drop the subject, giving you no further argument. You know he’ll still insist on walking you to your porch, regardless of whether your brothers spot you or not.

He thrives on adrenaline and the thrill of getting caught is just too much for him to resist.

You both turn back to the movie playing on screen—some old beach movie with a plot no different from every other. It's cliche and unrealistic, but you're willing to put up with it just so you and Dallas can spend time together without hiding.

It's not until halfway through the movie that you spot a familiar pair of faces making their way towards your row of seats, too caught up in their debate to spot you. Dallas currently has his head buried in the crook of your neck, the movie long since forgotten as he trails kisses along your jawline, and you're barely keeping your attention focused on the screen.

“Dal,” Your tone is hard, and you elbow him sharply in the ribs, eliciting an annoyed groan. “We’ve got company.”

Dallas turns to glance towards the end of your row, and, sure enough, there stands none other than your brother Ponyboy Curits and Two-Bit Mathews, both of whom are yet to notice you both.

“Shit,” He growls under his breath, arm slipping from around your shoulder as he turns his body away from them. “What’re they doin’ here?”

You give him a half-hearted shrug, scanning the area for a way out and coming up short. The closest exits are the ones closest to your brother and Two-Bit, and you have no doubt that they’ll spot you if you try to make a break for it.

You're about to suggest going the long way and cutting through the crowds when suddenly someone comes up behind you, hands slamming into your shoulders and your voice cutting through your internal panic.

“Y/N Curtis!”

You whip your head around, meeting the gaze of Two-Bit, who is grinning like a madman. Dallas lets out a grunt of irritation, crossing his arms over his chest and shooting the two boys a cold look.

“What’d you want?” He snaps, and Ponyboy frowns, looking over at you curiously.

“I thought you told Darry you were out with friends tonight?”

Your eyes widen, and your face heats instantly. “Well…” You trail off. “There was a change of plans.”

Pony raises an eyebrow, seemingly sceptical at your words, as Two sits himself down in the seat beside you, stretching out and taking a sip from his drink. Dallas says nothing, his expression darkening, and you feel him tense up beside you.

There's an awkward pause, broken only by the crackling audio of the movie, before Dal huffs impatiently and rises from his chair. He shoots you a look, and you instantly understand, standing in your own chair.

“We’re going to go grab some drinks.” You state this before turning on your heel and following Dallas away from the seats, weaving through the rows until you find a secluded spot, away from the larger crowds and the prying eyes of the two greasers.

Ponyboy and Two-Bit watch to both go, frowning in confusion before Two raises a brow. “They seem pretty close.”

Pony shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “My sister isn’t stupid enough to date a hood like Dally.” Oh, how wrong they are…

0.3 - who’s jacket is that?

You’re at the DX, leaning back against one of the gas pumps as you listen to whatever wild story Steve is telling you. His hands flail around dramatically, and you nod along slowly, only half paying attention as Dallas comes to stand beside you, a cigarette hanging lazily between his lips.

He doesn't speak, simply resting a subtle hand against your lower back, his fingers drawing lazy patterns into your skin. Your mind races, and you take note of the people around you. How could any of your friends notice the small display of affection happening between the two of you? But they all seem too caught up in their own conversations to notice.

Steve’s voice cuts through your thoughts just then, drawing you from your reverie and your attention away from Dallas.

“And then she tosses her milkshake right in this asshole’s face and leaves!” You have no idea what he's talking about, but let out a small laugh regardless, at least trying to look somewhat interested in what he’s saying.

Dallas shifts a little next to you; the pressure of his hand is now more noticeable against your lower back, and you know that he knows you're distracted. You can almost sense the smirk he’s holding back, and you resist the urge to turn and glare at him, instead focusing back on Steve and the other boys, their mindless chatter continuing for a few moments longer before Johnny speaks up, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Hey, Y/N, is that a new jacket?”

You turn to stare at the boy, brows furrowed in confusion. “Huh?” You glance down, and you swear your heart stops for a moment. You're still wearing Dallas' jacket. Shit.

Quickly, you clear your throat, hoping that the colour flooding your cheeks isn’t too obvious. “Oh… Uh–” By now, all eyes are on you; the previous conversation has long been forgotten in favour of watching you intently. It’s uncomfortable, and just as you’re about to offer up a poor attempt at an answer, Steve pipes up again, his brow furrowed.

“Ain’t that your jacket, Dal?” He looks over at the greaser beside you, and Dallas hums, taking another drag of his cigarette. There’s a small smirk on his face, his eyes flickering down at you before he gives a shrug, blowing out a thin cloud of smoke.

“Dunno. Could be.” He states this nonchalantly, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and slouching against the gas pump. “It looks awfully similar.”

You swallow hard, averting your gaze as the gang glances back over at you, all sharing the same confused expressions. It seems Dallas isn't going to offer up any more on the subject, so with a few heavy sighs, everyone seems to drop it, returning to their previous conversations.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, you turn to look up at Dallas, who is still grinning smugly. His hand rests comfortably on your back once more, your fingers resuming their rhythmic pattern, and you allow your shoulders to relax a little, knowing he’ll tease you relentlessly later on.

“They look awfully comfortable.” Steve remarks quietly, nodding his head in yours and Dallas's general direction. It seems your fond expression for the hood hasn’t gone unnoticed, and Soda snorts, nudging his buddy in the ribs.

“What’re you talking about?” He raises a brow, taking a rag from his pocket and wiping off the oil staining his hands. His attention moves to you and Dallas, a knowing look spreading across his features as he watches the two of you interact and an impossibly soft look in Dally’s eyes as you talk to him.

He can’t help but notice the jacket once more, how it’s just a little too big on you, and how it looks a little too much like Dallas’'s to just be a coincidence. No, there’s no doubt in his mind about who exactly owns it, and if the smug smirk tugging at the corners of Dallas’ lips is anything to go by, then maybe, just maybe, Steve is right.

Things are slowly starting to add up.

0.4 - caught...

It’s early evening, and the sun is sinking low in the sky, casting dim rays of golden light throughout the room. It’s peaceful; the excitable chatter of the gang in the living room fills the air, muffled by your closed door.

Dallas has his head resting in your lap, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers as he blows smoke out through your open window. His eyes are closed tight, bruises and cuts litter his face, and his skin is stained with blood and dirt. He doesn’t speak, merely wincing as your fingertips trail over his wounds, stopping occasionally to press gentle kisses to his hair.

There’s a nasty gash above his eye, the blood trickling freely in little rivulets, and you wipe at it lightly with a wad of gauze, the sting of the alcohol drawing a pained grunt from the greaser.

“Do ya have to do that?”

You give him a sympathetic smile, brushing your lips over his forehead tenderly. “Sorry,” you mutter, running your fingers through his matted hair. “I’m almost done.”

Dallas doesn't move; he just stays silent, letting you dab gently at his injuries, his expression unreadable.

You never know how he's going to act after a rumble. Sometimes, he's fine, joking around and teasing with the others, but then there’s those small moments where the tension from the fight doesn’t dissipate, where he sits in complete silence, letting you work without complaint.

These are the times when you worry, when it becomes obvious that he is hurting. He won’t tell you, not directly at least, but you know something's wrong. You can tell in the way he holds onto you, his face hidden from view, as his hands grip desperately at the fabric of your shirt.

“Dal,” You murmur softly, and your tone is soft and soothing. “Talk to me.” Your fingers trail softly through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp, and you notice his shoulders drop a little. He exhales heavily, pressing his cheek against your thigh, his eyes closed tightly.

“Not right now,” His voice is thick and rough, and words slurred slightly as he struggled to stay awake. Your eyebrows furrow as a soft sigh escapes your lips, reaching your free hand out to brush over his bruised jaw. It's rare to see him so vulnerable and obviously upset, and it hurts knowing that he will bottle things up and hide them away until he’s forced to let it all out.

You don’t push, though. Instead, you take his hand in yours, running your thumb over his bruised knuckles as you lay back against the pillows. The movement causes Dallas to shift slightly, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, and he drifts off within seconds.

You let your slip shut, allowing yourself to drift easily along with him, content to lay here with him and wait patiently until he’s ready to talk.

“Hey, where’s Dally and Y/N?” Pony’s voice breaks through the cheerful laughter of the gang as they bounce around the living room, most still high on adrenaline and excitement, only slowing down slightly once the question reaches their ears.

They all glanced about the space, their eyes scanning over every possible corner, before coming to rest with each other, sharing the same look of confusion.

Darry pushes himself up from his chair with a sigh, tossing the first-aid kit in his lap to Soda, who catches it with ease. “Y/N is in her room. She might know where Dallas is.” The gang all watches as he heads down the hall, stopping just outside your door to knock softly.

When there's no response, he frowns, glancing back towards the gang before knocking again. Still nothing. With a quick shrug, he turns the doorknob gently, pushing open the door and peeking inside.

Your bedroom is dark except for the faint glow emanating from your desk lamp, which illuminates the walls with a soft pale glow. Darry is about to call out to you, about to question you on where Dallas is, when he spots the hood in question asleep with his head in your lap.

His breath hitches, and he pauses, his gaze wandering to you, your fingers threaded through his blonde locks.

“Soda. Pony.” Darry calls quietly, catching both brothers’ attention immediately as he speaks. “Get over here.”

The two boys scramble up from their places on the couch, racing across the room and peering into your darkened room curiously, their eyes widening at the sigh before them.

“Well, damn.” Sodapop lets out a low whistle as the rest of the gang come up behind them. Two-Bit lets out a short laugh, and Steve cuts him off with a sharp elbow to the ribs. “I told you,” the former whispers, grinning broadly. “I told you they had something going on!”

The group all share a look, the sound of Darry clearing his throat echoing in the quiet house. Slowly, he backs out of the room. closing the door once more and letting out a breath.

There are words that will need to be had, promises that need to be made, but he supposes that can wait for another time. Right now, he'll let you and Dallas have your moment because it seems it's been long awaited. And it certainly has.

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