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2knightt · 1 year

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Heyyy can you do a Dallas (outsiders) x male hippie???? I think it would be cute :)

↳heartbeat, my heartbeat!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, Dallas Winston falls for male hippie reader!。✦

he hated you before, i’m sorry.

he hated how much you advocated for peace and love.

bullshit, he thought.

you were following dallas winston around, telling him that he shouldn’t just beat up people. how, peace and love can fix everything, how violence isn’t the answer.

“c’mon man, you’re better than this.”

“no. no i ain’t.”

“cause you ain’t try to be better.”

he didn’t try?

why did he need to? he’s already a terrible person. might as well make the best of it.

“what d’ya know, hippie?”

“i know that love can fix everything.”

“like what, wise guy?”

“wars, fights, arguments, and other things.”

dallas kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes at your corny answer.

you thought dallas could change.

you knew anyone could change if they just, tried.

dallas just thought you were full of shit.

“what planet you come from, huh? this is real life. ain’t nothin’ like that gon’ fix wars.”

“well, we haven’t had a war recently to try. which is good, means the world is a step closer to peace.”

‘step closer to peace,’ his ass.

you’re so bright, he pissed him off.

“just scram, hippe! i ain’t tryna get a lecture from a lowlife like you!”

you sighed, getting a sad expression on your face.

“see, dallas. this is what i was talking about.”

“don’t call me dallas.”

huh?

isn’t that his name? you thought to yourself, with a confused look on your face.

“why not?”

“dally sounds better. dallas ‘s to formal for my liking.”

oh, he just wanted to sound cool.

you smiled, nodding to acknowledge his answer.

“alright, dally.”

“ugh, nevermind. you can call me dally when you get that stupid smile off your face.”

he said, with a grossed out face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up and his top lip was raised.

he looked you up and down, finally noticing your ridiculous outfit.

you had a brown jacket on, with these strings hanging off at the bottom.

you had a white shirt on that was unreasonably dirty. dallas wanted to ask why, but he didn’t want another 15 minute story.

you had almost white jeans on. they had different patches of colours sown in, making them stand out.

your pants were wide, they basically covered the shoes you were wearing.

dallas noticed the large peace necklace you wore.

god, how annoying.

he finally looked up to look at you, eye to eye.

that’s when he noticed how, handsome i guess.

your eyes shinned real bright. your lips looked soft, softer than anyone elses.

god—he never knew how attractive you could be.

“starin’ is rude, dally.”

“i ain’t starin, hippie.”

“calling me a hippie isn’t an insult. it’s just what i am! i mean, do you take offence when people call you a greaser?”

dallas thought about it for a bit.

i guess he didn’t. i mean, that is what he is after all.

“no.”

“see? ain’t all that bad.”

you said, in almost a sassy tone.

he was gonna answer you in some way nobody would like, until you walked off.

you saw your friend—M&M, they call ‘em.

of course you’d be friends with him, dallas thought.

you turned around to face dallas one more time, to say your goodbyes.

you were taught it was rude to leave without saying goodbye at a young age.

“BYE DALLY! STAY SAFE!!”

you shouted, holding up two fingers, making a peace sign as you turn your back to catch up to your friend.

dallas rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.

he lit it with a stupid smirk on his face.

dally liked that you were using his nickname.

he liked that you looked out for him.

he liked that you saw the better version of himself in him.

dallas winston liked you, period.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #leo’s anons🤍#dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #dallas winston x male!reader #hippie!reader #male!reader

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thewriterg · 8 months

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𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲

pairing(s); dallas winston x gn!reader, mention of curtis gang

summary; Dallas Winston was in simple terms the love of your life but you refused to put up with anything less of what you deserved and he figured it out quick enough for him to fix it —flufftober day; 2–

word count; 600+

request; dallas winston x reader who does NOT put up with his bullshit💀🙏🏽 she will teach that mf a lesson if he tries to mouth off to her too🗣️ — @jokersscarrd

warning(s); mention of arguing, reader rather be caught dead then kissing dallys ass, fluff, kisses, and language

playlist; My love mine all mine by Mitski

A/n;—GIFs; @omegaponyboycurtis— killing two birds with one stone with a request

The crisp air of Tulsa flew against the current of your body the color changing leaves crunched under you boots holding yourself under the worn leather jacket that wasn’t yours taking in a breath of humidity before taking a seat on the bench the worn wools groaning at your weight you’d admit that your body temperature was cooler than your nerves were

it was a fact that Dallas Winston was the burner to your simmering pot

You huffed roughly into the cool air fog following after your breath you pulled a smoke from the box that came from the inside breast pocket of the jacket that smelled of smoke, pine, and the fading of stale beer

You took the lighter from the pocket of your jeans letting your thumb roll over the striker wheel just for it to not give a lick of a spark causing you to ‘curse real good at it’ as Ponyboy would say

“Need a light Y/l/n?” You whipped your head around to the location of the voice your blood simmering like the apple filling before being put in a pie crust

You were up from your seated position on the bench walking away from the juvenile listening to his leaf crunching steps behind you calling out your name in a obnoxious, disruptive, way that he knew you hated

Suddenly his hold was on your wrist in a firm grip and your palm stung against his pale cheek a faint making already appearing as the slapping noise carried through the winds with an echo that you couldn’t quite feel sorry for

“Now listen to me Dallas, I’d rather drop dead than kiss your feet and shake like a leaf at drop of your name. I’m not Buck, or Ponyboy, or Slyvia, or any punk to beat on you savy?” You hissed the words dripping like venom from your tongue and teeth and after a brief moment of Dally visibly fighting his pride and his attraction to you in the current moment he’d finally kissed his teeth a small smirk forming against his lips

“You got it doll” The hood put his hands up in mock surrender as you rolled your eyes his arms slithering around your waist to pull you into his front where you were inches apart no avail for personal space

“You f’give me babe?” You could picture the smirk on his sharp face as he leaned his head into your neck nibbling against your skin while in response you just hummed in return

“Yeah, you mouth off to me again and I’ll do more than give you a slap” You threatened no room for a joke in your voice as the brunette finally lifted from your jugular wrapping an arm around your shoulder protectively forcing you to a few steps before you started walking on your own

That day you walked through the park and took the long way home and the stinging against Dally’s cheek that you would’ve been dead for if it wasn’t you was something he’d remember you by

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b0nebroth · 9 months

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✧.°₊DALLAS WINSTON X MALE! READER ₊°.✧

Headcanons :3

Pics by @/D8llas on pintrest

FEM DNI!!! Boys only party

Warnings: Little homophobia but not really

My first actual post so pls dont judge if its bad :,D

☆‧° He would be so confused at first

☆‧° Dally had always liked girls, so how come he felt the same things for you? A guy!???

☆‧° Definitely some internalised homophobia

☆‧° BUT, when he got over that stuff and yall start dating he is the sweetest guy EVER!!

☆‧° Obviously you couldn't be all couple-y in public because its one thing being a greaser but being gay AND a greaser?? Hell nahAlso Dally has a rep to keep up; if people knew he liked dudes no one would be scared of him!

☆‧° But, If yall are hanging out in public places he will try to casually swing an arm around your shoulder or he'll give you his jacket or something.

☆‧° However, when you're just hanging out in private he's ALL OVER you. Arm around your waist, head on your shoulder, holding hands; its like a magnet to steel, He just can't keep off!

☆‧° If you're out doing something late at night he'll steal a little kiss :3

☆‧° Dally says he hates sappy songs about love but, when its just you two in his car, driving to nowhere, he LOVES them.

☆‧° Love language is definitely gift giving or acts of service

☆‧° He'll give you little presents every now and then, like a packet of cigarettes or a candy bar

☆‧° Or if you ask him to do something for you like getting the groceries? YES SIR! he is ON IT

☆‧° SUPER jealous if any girl comes remotely close to you

☆‧° Once a girl tried to get your number when you were at work and he stormed out the door (dramatic style) and sat in his car on the verge of tears for an hour

☆‧° Just so dramatic. So. So dramatic.

☆‧° When you told the rest of the gang they were super supportive!! Except Darry and Pony who thought that Dally is just gonna get you in trouble all the time... which is true- but they just want what's best for you!

☆‧° Overall he'd be a good boyfriend :33 and he's definitely a homo.

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x male reader #dallas winston #dally winston #x male reader #x reader #gay fanfiction #gay #mlm fanfic #mlm #headcanon #the outsiders dally #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #x y/n #x male y/n

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 month

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𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

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stevxiee · 2 months

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Can you write two bit x a male hockey player reader :3

✿༺ 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 ༻✿

➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗑 𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟨𝟩𝟪

➵ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍

✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༺ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿ ༻ ✿

“𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖮!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, “𝖦𝖮 𝖸/𝖭!” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ��𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.

“𝖮𝖧 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖳!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖫𝖤 𝖮𝖥𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖨𝖢𝖤!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝟤𝟥-𝟤𝟨.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖢𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾.

“𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗁?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒.

“𝖠𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, “𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁”, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗄 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌,

“𝖪𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.”

“𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, “𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆.”

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st4rboyhere · 1 year

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Moonlight.

The outsiders Master-list.

Dally Winston x Male reader

@saaiimaakii @multiple-godgasm @tomdayasdaughter

Summary: Dally starts to realize he can’t live without you anymore.

Word count: 802

A/n: I’m so sorry but I had to break this into two pieces, I’ll try to finish the second one as fast as I can.

Also when I add images the text triples so ignore that if it does.

Warning: This is a MLM fic!! Those under sixteen, use she/her or she/they pronouns and Identify as a female please DNI. You will be blocked.

This one shot contains:

Slight angst, use of the f slur, slight homophobia, fluff.

(Please leave criticism and or requests!)

Dally was in love with you, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it.

He liked the feeling of when his hand accidentally slide into yours, and how without question or disgust, yours slide right in as if they were made for eachother as were both of you.

To keep this insane behavior to himself he distanced himself away from you. People weren’t exactly found of two men having intimate feelings with each-other, and he wasn’t sure if you agreed with that or not.

And now look where he was.

Alone, thinking of only you while he reminisced of your memories together.

He wanted to call you but you hadn’t talked in weeks and he didn’t want you to think he disregarded his feelings, that he only wanted to speak to you when he felt like it.

He threw his head back on the cement wall he slouched on, cursing himself for his stupidity.

His eyes drifted towards the occupied pay phone booth and he considered actually calling you. You were probably sleeping at this time as it was past midnight but he hoped you were awake.

He reached into his pocket for loose change, counting to make sure he had enough as he walked towards the booth, the sound of a young lady giggling becoming more clearer as he continued forward.

He reached forward to knock in the door, the giggling stopping abruptly. For a while it was silent until the door made a small scraping sound against the ground.

The girl inside, presumably a soc from how here hair was done and the light pink clean jacket she wore clutched her bag as soon as hers eyes met with Dally.

He withheld the urge to grab her and give her a good scare, fixated on hearing your voice.

The coins slid inside their slot and Dally nervously tapped it before taking in a small breathe and dialing your number.

He leaned against the glass and listen to the dial tone against his ear, his heart thumping in his chest.

A click came from the other side of the phone and he held his breath, waiting for you to say anything.

For the first few seconds it was complete silence and complete agony for Dally till a small, “Hello?” almost so quiet he would have missed it if it wasn’t for the lack of sound outside the booth.

He clutched the phone with both hands, swallowing before opening his mouth to talk.

Nothing came out.

Another “Hello?” came out and he tried his best to get something out but he couldn’t. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you but it was just so hard.

He started to have doubts that you really did reciprocate his feelings, letting a hand come off the phone as he listened for a while longer before sliding it away from his ear. He whispered shit to himself.

“Dally? This you?”

He froze for a second, thinking if he should just hang up or say something.

“Hey,” he said weakly, mentally cursing himself for the way he sounded.

“Hey Dal, everything alright?” You asked.

“Uh yes, yeah I’m fine- and you?”

“I’m doin’ well..”

He took a deep breath, dug his finger nails in his palm again, and tried to get the confidence to speak.

“Actually, no.”

“No?” You questioned.

“Everything’s not all right, gotta tell you something,” he whispered, you fell onto your mattress laying down as you adjusted the phone of your shoulder.

“And what’s that?”

He clung onto the phone again, considering making up a dumb joke or a reason he actually called you instead of being honest, but the words came out before he thought and he said them quite loud and proud,

“I love you.”

It was silent on your end, and he was sure he just ruined his whole friendship with you.

He prayed that if this were true that you would just ignore him for the rest of your life even though he couldn’t think of possibly living without you and not tell anyone what he said.

He didn’t want to be known as a fag because of something like this.

“Dally you still there?”

“I am,” he once again said weakly and he wished he wasn’t coming out on the other side to you like this.

“I love you too.”

His heart fluttered and his back fell against the booths wall.

He held the phone so tightly it almost snapped , until he stopped himself and stood up straight.

“Can I see you tomorrow night?” He asked, breathing heavily into the receiver with anticipation.

“Tomorrow? Are you insane? I need to see you now,” you whispered into the phone and Dally put his hand over his face, fighting the urge to scream.

But instead of wanting to scream from frustration of not being able to be with you it had changed.

He wanted to scream of joy.

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(part two)

#dally x male reader smut #dally x male reader #dally winston x male reader #dally winston #dallas #the outsiders #outsiders smut #x male reader #x male reader smut #fluff

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80sdork · 6 months

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Secrets

BAHAHAHA sorry for the crappy gif quality... but dally looks so cute i couldn't pass this gif up! male reader btw!(ftm or reg male, you interpret it how you want!) food for the silly people wanting more of my content.. Social Class story is taking a long time bc of school stuff, sorry!! ----

Dallas woke up earlier then he usually did in the morning. He groaned as the sun shined through the curtains in the room he was sleeping in at Buck's. His body was half under the covers and half above them, he was only in his underwear with his necklace left on, his ring was somewhere on the bed, he could find it later. He rubbed his eyes and tossed his arm out to yank the pillow he had been cuddling with the night before closer. He always imagined any pillow he cuddled was you next to him. He wanted to tell the gang about you and his relationship but what would they think of him? He didn't wanna get called names, would he be saw in a less tuff light? His thoughts came to an end when Buck knocked on the door and shouted "Dally!" He groaned loudly and let a few profanities slip from his lips. "This.. Y/N guy is downstairs and he wants me to let him up to see you, y'know him?" "Mhhn.. Let him up" He tried sounding unenthusiastic, but with the door closed he was smiling widely and his eyes were wide open now that he knew you were here. He tossed the pillow aside and laid on his stomach, putting his arms under his head, the top of his left hand squished on his cheek. His eyes were glued to the door.

A few minutes later you knock on the door and Dallas lets you in. He was still in just his underwear but you didn't mind, you found it quite attractive. Dallas wasted no time pulling you into the room and shutting the door, locking it. He pulled you flush against his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around you, surprisingly, Dallas was clingy behind closed doors. His arms were warm and they made you feel fuzzy.

"Hi baby" You said softly, trying not to be too loud. He just kissed your neck and mumbled praises. "Good boy" "So pretty" "Sweet little one" "All mine" He picked you up and placed you on the bed, getting in with you and pulling you close. Dallas took your arms and put them around him and nuzzling his head into your chest. You two cuddled the morning away, spending quality time in each others arms. You were his favorite secret.

#dallas winston #the outsiders #x reader #x y/n #male reader #i love dallas hes so silly #ftm #male

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sethcertified · 1 year

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「 GREEN IS THE COLOR ! 」 . . . 📂 dally’s version

the outsiders : dallas winston

wrd count : 740

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . dally gets jealous when steve flirts with his boyfriend, [name]

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . dallas winston & male reader

Steve Randle was a name Dally held no ill intent... until now.

Sitting next to Steve and Soda, you laughed and ioked with them under Dallas Winston's seething gaze.

It was a secret that you and Dallas Winston were a couple. A well-kept secret. Nobody knew except who it concerned; [Name] Curtis and Dallas Winston.

The relationship was kept a secret for one reason and one reason only; family. If Darry or Soda learned that you were dating Dally they wouldn't accept it. Dally was a dangerous criminal even if he was their friend, and they just couldn't let you share the same fate.

Dallas was surprisingly okay with this. Sure, he would love for everyone in town to know you were his boy, but for the time being, it was okay with just you and him knowing you were his. At least, until he saw Steve Randle toying with you.

He had spent the time at the diner so far flirting with you, whispering things in your ear, and even sometimes touching your hand or leg which were making Dally about ready to burst with envy.

You were his boy, and Steve didn't have the right to touch you or flirt with you under his watch.

When Dally saw Steve's hand sliding under the table and touching your thigh he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and strode toward where you sat, and yanked you into his arms as he hauled you away from the diner. He could've cared less for the befuddled gaze shared between Soda and Steve, or the way your eyebrows scrunched up in pure disarray.

You yelped at him to slow down while your wrist tingled against the feeling of his enormous, warm hands, "Dally! Stop! Slow down! Please!" He wasn't hurting you. Dally would never hurt you, but the entire showdown made your brain ache with questions.

He pulled you into an alleyway as you turned the corner, and let go of your wrist as his hands trailed to your waist where he finally rested them. You looked at him with dazed eyes and furrowed brows, "What is wrong with you?"

Dally leaned his forehead against the alleyway wall next to your head, "Nothing is wrong with me. Something is wrong with that... That punk."

You shivered at the sound of pure hatred and envy in Dally's voice. He was talking about Steve, no doubt about it. Dally pulled you in closer by your waist as he continued, "He was messing with you. I saw his lips and his hands and... I couldn't take it anymore."

"Oh, Dal. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do with his hands all over me, and Soda right in front of us. My brain froze. " You reached up to his neck wrapping your hands around the body part trying to soothe his fury.

"What do you have to be sorry for? It was him who messed with you, and I know you would never, and I mean never let him take things too far."

You gave him a soft smile. Dally wasn't one for trusting others. Not after how New York had raised him. He had been through so much, and yet he still trusted you so much to completely and wholly believe in you despite the circumstances.

"You know me so well, Dallas Winston."

"You are my boy, after all."

Dally gave you a toothy grin as you dodged eye contact with him. Oh, how you loved it when Dally called you his boy. And oh, how he loved how shy it made you get.

Dally's grip on your midriff loosened as he slid his hands up to your face, gently cupping your cheeks, "Let's make it known. Me and you. To everyone, but especially to him."

You gave him a small peck on the lips, "It would make me the happiest man alive to make sure that everyone knows I'm yours."

Dally's eyes illuminated with as much joy as they could possibly hold as he gave you one last kiss; soft and slow differing from his usual attitude of doing everything fast and hard.

Ending the embrace with a satisfying kiss was enough to get rid of any thoughts about Steve still lingering and with that, you two walked hand-in-hand to the diner ready to make it known that you were Dally's and Dally's was yours, and nobody would get in between that.

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simp57blog · 1 year

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Bimbo/himbo reader

You just basically live at the curtis house now.

Once you try to cook breakfast and nearly burnt their house down.

The gang never let you near the kitchen ever again.

You work at the dx with steve and sodapop.

Hanging out with dally and getting into trouble.

Darry scolding you two and two bit in the background laughing his ass off.

Sitting down to watch micky mouse with two bit.

Whenever you say something remotely smart the gang is shocked ngl.

Looking after pony boy & jonny.

Bro you were crying when Jonny die.

Again you were crying when dally dies.

Once grown up you leave tulsa you still keep in contact with most of the gang.

But you never got married or have kids.

Once the anniversary of Jonny and dallys death you come back to town and meet up with the gang.

#the outsiders x male reader #the outsiders x reader #Dallas winston x male reader #Dallas winston x reader #x male reader #x reader #curtis brother's #outsiders book

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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fluff alphabet

( dallas winston )

-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist

-warnings: sexual references, (mention of) smoking/getting high

-pairing: dallas winston x gn!reader

-reading time: 8-10 minutes ish

-reader's pronouns: unmentioned (lmk if i need to edit)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

honestly he loves your temper. he loves your possessiveness. dallas loves your fighting spirit. dallas fucking winston admires your anger

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he loves your pretty lips. he loves to watch them wrap around a cigarette, blunt, and maybe something else...

dallas is a sucker for watching you argue with someone. he loves that you'll argue for him when he's not there, how you'll defend him even when he has all of his morals fucked up, and he especially likes it when you argue with him

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

damn ok so i love the idea that dally always lets you snuggle into his arm while he does whatever. if its smoking, drinking, laughing, talking

either way, dally loves when you're asleep and you're both on someone's couch or whatever and you have your arm draped over him and your leg is thrown over his idfk. dallas just loves you & him

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

him + you + cruising on some back road + getting high

dally has a thing for falling asleep with you while looking at the stars in his car

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

by looking at you and hoping you know whatever the fuck is going on by his facial expression

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

no. i really dont think our very own dallas winston has it in him to sit still for very long. that and dally isn't really a fan of kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

dallas showers you in cigarettes, joints, and car rides. dally doesn't have much money, and when he does, he spends that on buying gas for his car, but he saves up for your birthday

for the record, you're the only one allowed to drive his car

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

anytime you're together. dally isnt afraid to show you off if thats a worry of yours, and the gang finds it digestingly cute

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

absolutely pissed. he would go bat shit crazy on the person that hurt you (if someone hurt you) and would be listening to your every beck and call

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

dally isn't much of a prankster, but he jokes a lot. if he can't get a laugh out of you, he'll make daces at you to get you to smile (its so sweet thinking about it)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

passionately, roughly, and full of emotion. theres so much that you've gone through with dally that he cant and wont fully express what that means ro him, so he makes his kisses meaningful

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

by looking out for you when possible. dally isnt as affectionate as he wished he could be, but will always try to be there for you, whether hes good at comforting you or cheering you on or not

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

either when you made out the first time or the first time he fell asleep

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

regarding you: turning your back on him

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

dallas plays with your fingers when hes nervous. only you know because you can feel how clammy his hands are and who would ever question if dallas winston ever got got nervous?

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

doll, baby, my girl, my boy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

cruising while smoking with you

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

-young by vacations

-tonight you belong to me by patience & prudence

-garden by pearl jam

-santa monica by THEORY

(idk abt this but whatever)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

honestly depends on the situmatation

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

it took dally two years to convince you his flirtations and advances weren't bogus

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Dallas himself has Red Rage. dallas gets defiant and sometimes loud and 18392829 times more reckless, and it takes you a while to get through to him

when you're upset (crying), he will be there to comfort you the best he can. if you're upset (fury), then darry will try to keep you from doing something illegal and will keep you from getting hurt, but will let you do something impulsive if you're absolutely sure thats what you wanna do

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's proud that he finally 'caught a good one' in johnny's words. he'll take you everywhere and anywhere you wanna go, especially if its with him. if it's a fight, dally will make sure you're safe and if the fuzz pull up, he'll make sure you escape before people get thrown into cars and into the cooler

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

the thought of you fighting is hot as hell to dally. he'll 100% fight with/for you if you just said the word. fighting with dally would definitely taking a few hits for him and keeping him on his feet

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

depends on how far into the relationship you are. dally's pretty clueless for a while, but will easily pick up on what makes you tick and how to comfort you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

by asking you when high or half asleep or both. it'd be asked as an idea, with or without your parents permission

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

smoking, driving, you, and johnny.

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2knightt · 4 months

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5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #this whole thing is just dallas being toxic #and just like disliking how reader is catching on #bibically accurate dallas winston technically #emotionally mature reader methinks #would modern day dallas listen to alpha male podcasts #this fic is technically me shitposting #i hate this so much #but idgaf #me coded dallas winston #queue posting my love #sleeping rn #was so not proofread #ifnore any mostakes

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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

pairing(s): Dallas Winston x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x greaser!reader

summary: you thought it would help, the calming feeling of your smokes but instead it makes in worst and Dallas helps in his own Dallas Winston way

word count: 950+

request: could i request something for dallas winston? reader and dallas smoking weed together and maybe reader greens out and he’s there to comfort them while also being high as fuck —@jokersscarrd

warning(s): marajomama, under the influence, underage smoking, anxiety/panic attack were gonna ignore how mental health wasn’t really a thing back then bc no, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n: —GIFs: @obsessed-artist & @pelopides— I’m getting to request slowly but surely also the GIFs don’t determine race they’re just inspo

You didn’t smoke cigarettes.

So every time someone offered you one out of the carton looking box you politely declined they burned your throat, the smell was un-washable, it suffocated you. After a while people around your hood learned to stop offering unless you were asking

When you needed the burn, when you needed to suffocate.

You did however smoke pot it helped you relax and it benefited your anxiety which is why you should walking away from your childhood home now a rolled joint in between your finger tips flicking the silver zippo lighter with different swirls and engravings that Dally had gotten you for your birthday when you were fourteen

Fourteen and smoking pot the memories flashed your mind occasionally You’re head was fuzzy like Tv static and you usually when you inhaled the smoke it cleared your mind now it just blurred your vision further as you walked along the streets of Tulsa

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and your reaction usually was to clutch your switchblade but you were just stuck you thought about Ponyboy and wondered was this what it was like when he ‘didn’t use his head’ as Darry claimed

“Y/n what’s your problem stupid!? Oh doll, what’s- what’s the matter?” Dally stated a little softer your eyes were filled with tears and were red he couldn’t tell if it was from you joint or the tears

You didn’t respond instead you looked at him like he was a void it seemed you were looking through him rather than at him and he cursed under his break before throwing his long arm over your shoulder and walked you down the street as if he was shielding your body with his

💌💌💌💌

Dally pulled you into his room locking the door behind him as he tried not to go wreck the whole part Buck was throwing downstairs the music muffled traveled through the thin walls

“Will you light one with me?” You whispered clouds of smoke comforting over his room like blanket as the rolled paper hung loosely from your lips and the brunette scoffed before snatching the smoke and putting it between his own taking in a deep inhale

“What’s tha’ matter with you?” The juvenile delinquent questioned you again as you sat on the end of his bed his New York accent a little thicker than the one he acquired from Tulsa and suddenly the room was too stuffy the smoke burned your lungs and suffocated you like a cigarette

Dallas noticed your heavy breathing and stretched his arm out towards you offering back your smoke and you nudged his hand away from you line of view not noticing as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on the worn down wooden nightstand next to the head of his bed

The brunette lied a hand on your shoulder before you were shooting up out of you seat it looked like you were shedding your damn skin he thought rushing to stand less than a few meters away from you

“Deep breathes doll c’mon, you’re not there. It’s over, it’s done, forget about it.” His voice that usually comforted you scratched your skin the wrong way it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you reminisced on your time and New York

What you sawn, what you been around, what you went through.

“But it’s difficult don’t you understand!? It is difficult.” Your voice raised as you pulled away from his grasp clutching yourself when had he even touched you?

“I didn’t want it to happen but it happened and now- DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER” You screeched as Dally took a step towards you not letting your screaming shy him away from you as much as you wanted it to

“Y/n it’s me” He stated firmly trying to get you to Lock eyes with him but you eyes were wild and frantic like a scared cornered animal darting everywhere but him

“Don’t you understand you disgust me!? I CANT STAND YOU TOUCHING ME” You screamed beginning to tug at you hair before Dallas wrapped an arm around your waist firmly as you squirmed and struggled against his grasp the other arm going to cover your hands forcing your fingers open to let go of your hair

“You’re alright, you’re fine. I know doll, I know.” The hood muttered into the crown of your head before pressing a quick comfort kiss on the surface letting you hit at his chest and sob into his sleeve until you finally came down from his high and let your body unknowingly fall limp as he held you up without a struggle walking you both to the small twin bed

You were in his arms as he sat up against the cheap headboard of the small cushion rubbing his cool hands over your warm body grounding you like he always did

“There’s so much I wanna say, but I don’t know where to start.” You whispered carefully your breath caught in your throat before it finally was released and Dally hummed in acknowledgement before reaching over to the small table by his side grabbing the once discarded joint from the dusty glass ashtray in between his fingertips

“Well, we better get to it huh?” He stated quietly lighting the rolled paper until smoke settled in his lungs when he inhaled he made sure to blow it out of your face or rather the back of your head as your back sat against his chest You let out a breathe before the smoking drug was in you view and this time you took it

This time it didn’t burn nor suffocate you

#dallas winston #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders x reader #fluff #anxiety comfort #romance #fem!reader #gn!reader #male!reader #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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m4sonn · 29 days

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Guys what should I write bro I was thinking of writing some x male reader crap but idk guys plz what do to write (I’ve given up my morals and decided I will write smut for characters 17+, so basically just any character accept ponyboy and Johnny) 😣😣 please guys 😣😣😣😣

#ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #dally winston #darry curtis #ponyboy michael curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #steve the outsiders #the outsiders #the outsiders dally #steve x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop x steve #ponyboy x johnny #ponyboy x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #x reader

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coyote-cowboy-2628 · 2 months

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Welcome to my blog ig?

You can call me Cyrus, Coyote, or cowboy, it doesn’t matter to me. Please keep in mind that I am an ADULT but I do not search for anything weird on this app, any weird or sexual behavior towards me will get you blocked immediately.

Characters I will write for (or try to at least!)

Logan Walker

Keegan Russ

Simon Ghost Riley

David Hesh Walker

Captain John Price

John Soap Mactavish

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

König

Joel Miller

Thomas Merrick

Gabriel Rorke

Ajax

Tommy Miller

Dallas Winston

Ponyboy Curtis

Johnny Cade

Steve Randle

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Two-Bit Matthews

I will probably refrain from writing for anything that is not Call of Duty, The outsiders, or TLOU based!

I will NOT write female reader, Afab, or any female aligned stories.

I WILL write Trans!Masc, Male Reader, amab, and masculine readers. Gender-fluid included.

I don’t really care if any females want to interact, just don’t make a big deal about reading my (mostly gonna be smut) stories. It will be weird if I have a woman commenting on my male aligned posts.

Other than that..uh—Hi! My name is Cyrus, people call me Coyote. (Rather not reveal my actual age but I’m over 18!)

I’m a guy that goes by he/him pronouns

Please do not interact on my smut posts if you are under 18. In my non smut stories they are all 16+. You may follow me though, I don’t have a problem with that as long as you don’t do anything weird🫶

18+ plus people, LGBTQ community, trans people, are all welcomed with open arms, welcome to the cowboy family:) feel free to make requests and suggestions for any stories for posts in the future. I will try my best to stay active and respond to all the ones I do get.

Also, if you’re a regular anon—you may submit your legacy here by referring to yourself as emoji’s or phrases. Example: -❤️ anon- at the end of your ask/request!!

And remember, if you want me to try and write a fic based on a character I don’t already have in my list above, please share! I will try my damn best!!

That’s about it. Any suggestions on stories I will take!

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stevxiee · 3 months

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✿༺ 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 ༻✿

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.

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𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 = 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇

↳ 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌; 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌. 𝖺/𝖻/𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝗄. 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗈: 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗇𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝖻-𝖼𝗈𝗇. 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾, & 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾!

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𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲;

↳ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 & 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗉

↳ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅; 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌, & 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒

↳ 𝗍𝗆𝗇𝗍; 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 + 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗎

↳ 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍; 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗌 & 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄

↳ 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌

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𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲;

𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌. 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝟣𝟥. 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 :)

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 - 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

↳ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

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Tenth Post - After putting this off a bunch of times, having a dilemma as to how the make this, and then going completely oblivious to the fact I did not post this, I am finally giving you a story. Now then. Without further ado, I present to you chapter 3!

Worlds Apart Will Soon Collide: Part 3

We had finished the milkshakes, a couple other people showing up after.

One of them came up to me, introducing himself as Sodapop. Sodapop seemed like an enjoyable person, cracking jokes alongside Two-Bit.

To be honest, both had rather curious names so of course, I had to ask.

Sodapop was easily up for it, as he said it was his real name. His ease soon grew into embarrassment as the others started to tease him for it. Eventually, Ponyboy got the other two to calm down.

Two-Bit on the other hand wasn't so keen on sharing whether or not it was his real name; therefore, I just gave up.

Eventually, the other introduced himself, his gruff voice seeming to echo in my mind as if he were some wise elder figure from a movie. This man introduced himself as Darry, Soda and Pony's older brother.

The joy that came from the group messing around with each other was indescribable. Mainly because it was one I had forgotten even existed amongst people. Honestly, the feeling was refreshing.

Later on, the Curtis brothers left, leaving me with Dally and Two-Bit. There was a bit of a light atmosphere as well as a discussion but eventually, the latter left.

So there sat me and the most stubborn man out of this group I've met so far. The only noise present was the voices of others and a clinking that came from Dally tapping his milkshake. We stayed silent until finally, I couldn't take enough of the awkward stress running through my blood.

"So... Is there anything you want to say?"

Dally looked up from his shake, a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you talking to me?..."

With a sigh, I nodded.

"No one else I know is here anymore..."

A grin suddenly made an appearance on his face as he took his thumb and ran it across his lips.

"Huh... The more I think about it, you're more feisty than any of the girls I've tried picking up. Got an attitude to ya. It's sorta funny you have more sass to ya than an eighth year old spoiled girl. Anyway, if yer askin' about our sleepover and if it has any rules, there ain't nothin' to worry about. You just... gotta keep yourself though."

I could help but raise an eyebrow at this peculiar set of words.

"So first, there were no rules. But you then give one?... That was like adding a "but" to that sentence. Just practically cancels out the part before that."

There came a scoff from Dally as he murdered the words smart-ass under his breath. The comment got me to smile, even if it bugged me a little.

"Look, when I tell you not to go snoopin' round, I mean it. My type ain't exactly forgiving when it comes to getting in somethin' yer not 'pose to, you got that?"

There was no chance I could hold off my sudden fit of giggling with what just went on. Dally looking all serious with his choppy grammar was simply making me weak.

"My god- You sure are hilarious... That accent... And who even is your type anyways? Not only that but are you talking about groups you hang out with or the females you choose when you say "your type"? If it's the first one, know I can take on a few females. Besides, it's rude to just keep me awake listening to something like that. I'd rather sleep in a box if you're gonna bring girls over tonight."

Dally growled, looking around before grabbing me by the collar.

"How 'bout you shut your mouth, wise guy. I wasn't talking about girls, I was talkin' about the people I crash with. And unless you want your brains blown out on their pavement, shut your yap- I'm just trying to keep ya from trouble."

As much fun as it would've been provoking Dallas, I decided to give it up, tired of his snappy attitude. Taking a glance at my empty milkshake cup, I shrugged.

"Fine. If you're trying to do something nice, I won't bug you about it. All I want to know is what I shouldn't do so neither of us get in trouble. I don't want to be kicked out of another house by someone's folks."

Dally raised a brow, looking at me funny.

"I thought I told you. Or at least one of the others did."

"Told what?"

"I don't live with my folks. I share a place with one of my buds. Well, more like acquaintance or whatever the word that Ponyboy kid uses to describe people you talk to. I don't really like him because he's annoying at time and doesn't know when he should keep his ass out conversations or such but he is decent company. That and he has a place to crash at so I stay with him. For now, at least."

My mind traveled, sending it's many cars down the paths of thought. On one hand, it was a place to sleep until things rolled over. Sleeping was all that needed to be done there because it was somewhat easy to continue living outside of someplace, especially with school. But on the other, there were still chances that could let me run into the other occupant, something I didn't want. Now I see what Dally didn't want happening.

What if that other man was some pervert or criminal? At any point in time, he could stab me or walk in on me in the shower. That's a thought I couldn't help but shiver at.

Dally seemed to take notice as he gave me a glance of confusion.

"Well, it's sounds okay but before we go, could we get some fries? They're something no one can mess up and I'm feeling a little bit hungry."

With a sigh, he looked around the diner.

"That'd just take up more money from me..."

I couldn't help but snicker while questioning him.

"You act like I'm a black hole sucking up your money and yet you're still getting those fries? I'm starting to believe what you say is the opposite of what you mean."

I only got a groan in response as he flagged down a waitress.

Once we received the "meal," we got up and started the journey to his place.

#dallas #dally #dally x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders #fanfic #dallas x male reader #dally x male reader

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