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Hiiii! Can you do the outsiders gang with an s/o who models I feel like that would be interesting :)
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➬ the gang x model!fem!reader
a/n;i love famous reader so much omfg. also, i love using chase atlantic lyrics for my titles. dont chase men, chase atlantic everyone.
Johnny Cade ;
believes that you are the most BEAUTIFUL person to walk the planet.
STRONGLY BELIEVES THAT.
probably thinks you’re too good for him.
PLEASE TELL HIM HE’S ENOUGH FOR YOU.
take him too your shoots and he will be blushing the whole time.
if you wear something that’s flattering to your body shape, he will explode right then and there.
“how do i look? should i fix my hair?”
“you look perfect.”
“you think?”
“…mhm.”
the gang seen you on a magazine cover and started freaking the fuck out.
“HOLY SHIT JOHNNY ISN’T THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”
“WOAHHH!”
“jesus…does she have a sister?”
“guys please stop.”
cuts out your magazine covers/photo shoot pictures and keeps them in his jean jacket pocket.
not in a weird way, just in a way that when he’s sad and you aren’t around he can remind himself on how lucky he can really be.
Dallas Winston ;
oh my god he never shuts up about how he got the hottest model ever.
“yeah she’s pretty n all but, my girlfriends a model so.”
“that’s so cool that your chick is…like that! but mines a model, so, she’s just better.”
buys steals all your magazines/any photo shoot you do.
any guy thats talks about you in way dallas doesn’t like, gets knocked out.
“i’d hit that.”
“yeah?”
“yea—”
dead./j
no but he would pull all his strength in that punch.
the gang thought he kidnapped you because no way in hell a pretty girl like you would go after dallas winston.
“y/n, blink twice if you’re kidnapped.”
“raise your hand if you need help, dude.”
“guys, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
you’re legit, all he thinks about.
he’s so whipped for a model girlfriend, if you asked him to jump he’d ask how high.
genuinely believes you’re an angel, will NOT tell you that to your face though.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
he gets so nervous around you omfg.
his palms be sweating n shit, stuttering and everything.
“he-hey y/n.”
“oh, hey pony!”
uses his favourite photo shoot of yours as a book mark. i can feel it in me bones.
he giggles and kicks his feet when he looks at that bookmark btw
draws you?? i feel like that’s his favourite pass time.
IF HE HAS TO DESCRIBE A STORY IN ENGLISH HE WRITES ABOUT HOW HE MET YOU OMFG AND THE WAY HE’D DESCRIBE YOU IN THE ESSAY??/?!:;&
he’d be so sweet with his words when he talks about you. i cant i love him so much
the gang is lowkey jealous that the youngest one out of all of them pulled a model.
“hey, don’t you model?”
“yeah!”
“what.”
“how did ponyboy get a date with you?”
“…are you guys serious? am i that ugly to you guys?”
Sodapop Curtis ;
POWER COUPLE OH MY GOD I CAN’T.
you guys walking in the street together probably makes people pass out.
literally nobody was shocked that you guys started dating.
the prettiest girl for the prettiest boy, it was bound to happen, c’mon.
he probably got into modeling because of you.
OH MY GOD IMAGINE DOING A PHOTO SHOOT WITH HIM???
he asks for his favourite picture of you two from that shoot to be printed out larger for him so he can hang it in his room.
like dallas, he will punch a guy for you.
“she’s hot.”
“she has a boyfriend.”
“so?”
call 911 cause that guys gonna need it in a minute!
showed steve a picture of you before he introduced you to the gang.
“oh my god soda. why are you dating a literal model?”
“why not?”
“but what else did i expect, you get girls daily.”
Darry Curtis ;
honestly, he couldn’t care less about what you do for work.
if it brings in money, it brings in money.
but the gang sure as hell does!
“YO ISN’T THAT Y/N L/N?!”
“THE MODEL?”
“yeah? how do you guys know her?”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW HER?”
“she’s my girlfriend, soda. that’s why i brought her here.”
“WHAT??”
i’d be lying if i said darry didn’t carry around a head shot of you in his wallet.
he doesn’t brag, but when the chance to talk about you comes, he takes the chance.
“good for her. huh? oh—my girlfriend models. pretty popular.”
when he sees a magazine with you in it for sale, darry snatches it so fast.
compliments you after he seen it.
“i like your most recent shoot, the makeup suits you.”
“you think, darry?”
Steve Randle ;
rocked the whole world when you guys started dating.
DOESN’T SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOU.
“that’s so tuff soda, but y/n actually said—”
“nobody cares steve.”
“shut up and let me tell you what MY GIRLFRIEND said.”
STEVE HAS A PICTURE OF YOU TAPPED ON THE INSIDE OF THE TOP OF HIS TOOL BOX.
takes you on dates 24/7 just to show you off.
sometimes he lets go of your hand to see if anyone would flirt with you so he can punch them.
gang thought he held you hostage when you started dating ngl.
“you can do so much better, y/n.”
“dallas, shut the fuck up.”
“i’m just sayin’.”
“i will knock you out.”
Two-bit Matthews ;
HE’S SO WHIPPED FOR YOU IT’S DISGUSTING.
you have him giggling n shit.
his room is filled to the brim with photos of you.
not in a weird way, he just thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous.
tells you cheesy pickup lines, all the time.
“are you from Tennessee? cause you’re the only TEN I SEE! get it?”
would start a fan club for you if you asked nice enough.
introducing you to the gang was earth shattering for them.
“how??”
“what do you mean, ‘how?’”
“how did you pull her?”
“I PULLED HER WITH MY GOOD LOOKS AND CHARM, STEVE.”
“you’re so funny, two-bit.”
“like you falling flat on your fucking face yesterday?”
“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT.”
may 24th, 2023. 11:30PM.
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Hi! Idk if you do headcanons but if you do can you do boyfriend headcanons for Dallas? It can be up to you to make it general things or just smut related things.
Dating Dallas HC’s
Despite what you may think, I don’t see Dallas being an overly possessive boyfriend. You two go about your business and that’s that, but the moment he catches someone flirting with you he’s bounding over and making sure everyone knows you’re his. Beyond that? He’s alright with PDA, but he’s not about to make out in front of his friends, that’s private stuff.
He’d let you wear his jacket, necklace, rings, everything. He loves seeing you in his clothing, and he’d certainly notice the moment you aren’t wearing one item that you usually do - and it’s not even for the reason you think, he’s just worried you’ll lose his stuff and he’ll have to find another one.
He has no problem remembering birthdays, anniversaries, all that jazz. He loves surprising you by remembering important dates for you. But the moment you ask him if he remembers someone you met last week he’s pulling a blank. He’ll remember eventually, but he sucks at remembering faces.
You ever need something but don’t have the money for it? Dallas does! Don’t ask where he got it, most of the time he doesn’t remember or doesn’t want you worrying about him - he doesn’t know which is worse and he ain’t about to find out.
On the topic of money, if you tried to pay him back he’d act personally offended and never accept the money. I’m talking full-on mouth dropping open, loud scoff, all of it. You’re his girl, why the hell are you trying to pay him back? Just give him a kiss or something.
Loves driving you places, and lets you control the music in reasonable amounts - meaning, you cannot play the same song over, and over. He’d let you get away with three replays max before he’s groaning and turning the radio off and tossing the mix out the window. He’d apologize afterward and buy you a new cassette.
I do not see him being a kind driver, the man has road rage and you’ve seen it. There have been multiple instances where you’ve ducked into the passenger seat and whisper-yelled at him to shut up - he never does.
The man is like a corpse when he sleeps. You want him to move over? Good luck. You’d have a better chance rolling over onto him to get sleep, he wouldn’t wake up either way unless you pushed him from the bed.
Speaking of sleep, if you’re ever cold and plaster your morgue-like hands against his back, he will shriek. His back will arch, his legs will shoot out, and he’ll throw every curse known to man your way as he moves away from your hands - your hands still end up warm.
His friends are his family and he takes their opinions seriously, I can see him genuinely fretting over their view of you if he cares enough for you. Hell, he’s got feelings for you, of course, he’s going to want his family to like you. They will, it’ll take a while to get used to their form of joking, but you’ll be at home with them and it’ll make Dallas smile.
On the subject of family, Dallas doesn’t mention his much. He might if you’re close enough, but you’re likely to get bits and pieces as time goes by until he’s sure you won’t leave either. When he finally tells you about his upbringing it hurts your heart, you’re both mentally spent by the end of it and you promise him to never mention it unless he does first. He appreciates you for it.
If you stay over at his place often enough he’ll try to make the place look more presentable. Mainly rearranging stuff that he hasn’t touched in months, maybe buying another set of bedsheets. You notice every time something changes in his room and whenever you mention it he’s happy to talk about it, even if he tries to play it off cool.
He watches you sleep, not so much in a creepy way, but it’s something he loves to do. If you talk or snore in your sleep he will imitate it in the morning. In the moment he finds it cute, but he’ll never admit it.
His version of helping you cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner is standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder, or leaning against the kitchen counter with a cigarette between his lips. The man can’t cook, maybe he could, but he likes watching you cook too much to try - that and the one time he tried to help he burnt the shit out of his hand.
If you smoke he’ll light your cigarettes or share his own, if you don’t he’ll appreciate you standing beside him while he smokes, but he ain’t gonna force you to be near him when he does - just don’t nag the man, he’s been smoking since he was a kid, I don’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.
Whenever he smokes he’ll blow the smoke to the side, always ensuring it doesn’t blow in your face. But, if the smoke follows you he’ll murmur some cliche line like “Smoke follows beauty.”
Any music he’s into he will show you in a heartbeat. He thrives on showing you things you haven’t seen yet, whether it’s movies at the drive-in he’s sneaking you into, or a cassette he snagged from a nearby store - either way, his eyes watch you for any reaction.
Definitely considers going on a walk or eating food in Buck’s T-Bird a date. You’ll have to specify what you want if you want anything different, otherwise he’s content with the routine. If you ask for something different he won’t take offense to it, but he might chide you for it.
Words aren’t his forte, actions are. He’ll try his best to be kind, but he’ll occasionally slip and might say something rude. If you can shoot back your own sarcastic quips it’ll make him swoon, he loves nothing more than someone who can fire back at him.
Likely won’t tell you that he loves you for YEARS. You can say it first, he’ll nod and likely kiss your cheek or forehead in return. You know what he means, but he’s not the type to say it until he feels absolutely certain about you. Dallas knows how he feels about someone rather quickly, but he’s wary when it comes to love. He wants to mean it, mean it in a way that scares him.
The first time he tells you he loves you will be when you’re asleep. He’ll continue doing that until one day when he randomly springs it on you. It’ll likely be around a cigarette, but you’ll be able to tell from his eyes how deeply he means it. Don’t expect him to say it often, but know that he always feels it.
A/N: This is so short, I’m so sorry. I’ve never done headcanons before, so I hope this was good! I think about Dallas’s character so much that I actually had a bit of fun with this! This is a late night post for me, but I finished it up and figured I’d post it for y’all anyways. Thank you all for the continued love and support you’ve shown me and my work!! I appreciate you all more than words could ever describe! <3
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buck merril in an average dallas fanfic being forced to listen to y/n getting their guts completely rearranged
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The Outsiders x Reader Headcannons
♡ Random things the gang would do if you dated them ♡
Darry -
He's fixing everything for you. Your shelf broke? Give him 15 minutes. Your car broke? He'll get Sodapop to fix it up for you. Your heart broke? He's fixing it. This man is Fix-it Felix.
♡
I feel like he wouldn't be the biggest PDA guy, but if you're both alone, he's probably holding you in some way shape or form. Your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you, it's happening and he's perfectly happy with it.
Sodapop -
I don't know why, but I feel like Sodapop picked a specific night for both of you to just spend time together and relax. Probably a Saturday night since he won't have to worry about work. It's just a night where you sit together, eat ice cream, and watch a movie. He'll hold you and quietly talk to you, randomly peppering kisses on your face.
^ this makes me so lovesick holy shit ^
♡
This man is HUGE on pda. He'll hold your hand, have his arm around your waist, kiss your forehead. As long as you're comfortable with it, he'll shower you with affection 25/8
Ponyboy -
He WILL watch sunsets with you. He'll take your hand, run you outside to his porch and sit on the steps with you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm around your waist.
" You were right Pony.. it's beautiful.. "
" Not as beautiful as you.. "
I know it's cliche but stfu
♡
I feel like he isn't really used to PDA, so he doesn't really initiate it. But the moment you do anything, from holding his jaw as you kiss him to entertwining your fingers with his, his heart melts. With a bit of time, he'll return the favor, he just needs to get comfortable.
Johnny -
I don't know if this is accurate, but I feel like he'd bring you flowers. No reason, he just wanted to bring his girl flowers. He'll bring you your favorite if he can. If he can't find some he'll pick the prettiest ones he can find. You had to buy a vase for just how often he brings you flowers.
♡
We all know this boy is shy, but I feel like once he warms up to you PDA is just normal. Not big PDA like Soda, but he likes holding your hand in public. In private he'll hold you against him, play with your hair, the whole thing.
Dallas -
He takes you to so many of Buck's parties it's not even funny. You're bored? He'll take you to go dance. You're stressed? He'll sit at the bar and drink with you. You don't drink? Well shit.
☆ On the dancing note, he's not a huge dancer, but he'll stand beside you to make sure nobody steps out of line. He also 100% watches your ass while you sway your hips. Probably grinds if we're being honest.
♡
On the PDA side, he isn't big on it, in public or in private. Gotta maintain that tough guy image. He might have his hand in your back pocket or around your hip. In private he won't be big on it at first, but after a bit he might hold you. Not like hold-hold, but he'll put his arms around you.
Two-Bit -
I swear on my life, this man will throw the worst pick-up lines at you. He doesn't care that you're already dating, he'll do it.
" Yknow, if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber. "
" Two-Bit, I love you, but shut the fuck up. "
♡
PDA wise, he'll do it. That's about it. He'll do it. He wouldn't make out with you on the spot, but he'll hold you, kiss you on the cheek, whatever. He'll do it.
Steve -
He'd try to bake with you. This isn't a regular thing, but I think since he likes chocolate cake so damn much, he'd decide to make it. He just decided to bring you along for the ride. To summarize it, it was a mess.
" Steve.. when did that milk expire? "
" Says.. December, why? "
" What year, Steve. "
" ... Ohhh.. "
♡
This mf is just a leveled-down Dallas ( in the best way possible ). He acts all tough/tuff but would do subtle acts. Hands around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours, the basics. In private he'd definitely hold you, though.
I love them all so much
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Pony: Do crabs think people walk sideways?
Dally: . . . Pony, what the hell.
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sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]
synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it.
contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy
warnings : not proofread, we die like dally
i.
PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.
Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.
Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe.
The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.
You have him, hook line and sinker.
"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.
You perk up.
Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."
He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.
"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."
He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.
He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"
Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.
No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.
You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"
Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.
As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."
You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.
"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"
With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.
BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.
Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.
So, here's the thing, right?"
There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.
There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.
There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.
You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.
As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.
And there you stand.
Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.
You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.
"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."
He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.
You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.
"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.
His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.
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dating dallas winston hcs?? 🤍
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dallas winston dating hcs
warnings: slightly ooc, not proof or beta read, mentions of smoking
sucker for seeing you in his clothes. it feeds his ego, as well as some possessive tendencies he prefers not to talk about. he just likes to know that youre his and no one elses<3
youre the first person he calls when hes in jail. he wants you to know that hes alright, that it could be a few days before he sees you again. he may or may not try to coax you into paying his bail while hes at it, but he means well.
likes hearing you talk about your day. he’ll tease you for rambling, but deep down he adores the excitement in your voice and the gleam in your eyes. he cant explain why, he just does.
his love language is physical touch. its an easy way for him to show his affection—why waste time forming some sappy speech when he can just hold your waist or slip a hand into your back pocket?
rests his hand on your thigh while hes driving. he gets road-rage like no other, and nothing soothes him more than the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips.
doesnt see any importance in schoolwork. if you agree to skip classes with him—which he’ll practically beg you to do—hes more than happy to take you anywhere you wanna go.
sweet when he wants or has to be. tenderness isnt his forte, but he’ll make an attempt for you.
insists on sharing cigarettes with you. he claims its easier to pass one around than waste two (in reality, he just enjoys the sight of you as he holds it up to your lips, patiently waiting for you to take a drag.)
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Hii!!
I love your work, and was just wondering if you could do headcannons for Dallas Winston dating the really happy-go-lucky Curtis sister. Her and soda are twins so she’s pretty much soda but a girl. She’s very affectionate and always needs hugs and cuddles! She is really happy and excited, but also sometimes feels like she can’t be sad or angry around people she loves.
Xx Rose
being soda's twin and dating dally HC's
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-> warnings: foul language, lil angst, FLUFF, smoking, making out, getting arrested, protective brothers, sexual scenarios (no smut)
-> reader's pronouns: she/her
-> pairings: romantic!dallas winston x reader, platonic!sodapop curtis x sister!reader
-> a/n: wait i loved this request sm!! i hope i did it justice <3
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the curtis's were very very very VERY hesitant for you to start dating dally
what if you broke up? would the gang have to pick sides? dally or the curtis's sister?
9no its too risky
it was only when the guys could list all the times they caught dally staring at you with a fond smile and dazed eyes did they realize his feelings for you were legit
as the oldest, darry of course had to give the 'you break her heart i'll f you up, no hesitation pal'
dally sat through it all while soda watched him intently
when you were official and shit, dear god the shit you'd do
it was like
humorously atrocious
to put it into words, two-bit's shenanigans times 5
I DISRESPECTFULLY RESPECTFULLY BELIEVE
a.) soda takes it upon himself to stay up and get all the details when you come home late from a date
b.) soda gags everytime you and dally are in an embrace for a little too long
as the 'Curtis Cuddlebug', you like to hug and be touchy because you didn't have that for some time or whatever BUT soda 13929292093929381% feels weird watching you hug dally instead of him
like,
you and soda (as twins) had the closest bond of anyone in the gang
so anytime shit hit the fan, you'd find yourself going to soda and him to you
youd gossip and shit talk and fight and do all the fun sibling tingz
but then
his heart kinda sinks when he realized he hasn't cuddled w you for a couple days
but its not like he can really say anything if youre happy
MOVING ON
shotgunning. with dallas.
MEOWMEOWPURRAWOOOOGAAA
thats when you really hash out some feelz
you'll pass the blunt back and forth, staring up at the stars (youre in dall's car bc he knows ur a sucker for watching the stars and cuddling and blah blah blah)
if you had like brought a blanket or two, dallas would a hundred percent pull you into him so he could get some lovin'
dally only likes affection coming from you and you alone argue with the fucking WALL.
some days you'll just sigh and bury your head into his chest. dally'll rub your back and smiling when you squirm to get closer to him cuz bros a little touch starved
"dally?"
"yeah?"
you sigh again. "i feel like shit sometimes. a lot actually"
this makes dally a lil worried "what?"
"soda 'n i are... happy-go-lucky, y'know? we gotta be smiling all the time, always... strong; confident," you tell him
dally's absorbing your words, wondering where tf ur going with this
"but then i realize i dont wanna be strong all the time. i know soda feels the same way i just," you sniffle lightly
dally's eyebrows? through the roof. is he uncomfortable? undoubtedly.
he isnt too comfortable with the way anyone expresses emotions tbh
but will always attempt to comfort you in any way he can
"whatchu mean, doll?"
his heart flips around when he hears you choke back a sob
"means i don' wanna always be smilin' and jokin' and not be taken seriously. i fuckin'- i need a break dall. a break from everything"
dally snuffs out his joint in an ashtray he set on the car and wraps both arms around you as you cry in his arms
he didnt know any of you felt like that
wow okay
if you stayed at his place at 'his' room he's literally heart eyes at you weari g his boxers and his a t shirt
he'd just "c'mere sweetheart lemme show you how loved you are" and pull you onto him
thats about as far as you get with him and the "L'' word
dally???talks????in?????his??????sleep???????
it's so adorable i think it was one of Dillo's works but he'd be a mumbly and clingy and HOLY FU
where can i get one?
back to sussy soda
he's happy for you. he really is
but dallas is snatching up his best friend, sibling, and cuddle bug from right under his nose
soda's pretty protective idgaf
you'd still have ur gossip sessions, but soda still feels bizarre when you're with him
something changed when you and dally started dating
if (IF) dally proposed
it'd be casual
like im talking
dq date, in the middle of drinking a shake he'd pull up with
"marry me doll?"
YESS MA'AM
dally is highkey afraid of rejection, now that he's so involved with you
but you smother him in kisses to prove otherwise
i cant
i
sorry but i cant get the visual of tired!dally out of my head
specially tired!hammered!clingy!dally
he'd attatch himself to your waist when he's 🤏🏼 that close to passing out because even absolutely hammered, he knows youll take care of him
absolutely refuses to let yoy pay bail for him when he gets arrested
but dont expect him to pay bail for you either bc bro kinda poor
he'd prolly just do smth to be in the slammer with you
#couplegoals
but you will 110 percent be getting the Disappointed Look™️ from darry
soda would point and laugh
pony would just shake his head with a knowing smile
once again:
where can i get one???
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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫! (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
𝐡𝐜𝐬! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬
A/N I hate spiders ewwww but here you go. no spiders were harmed :)
no specific terms for the reader ♡
pics from Pinterest
𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩
when Soda hears you scream "oh my, it's huge!" Darry gives him a weird look but laughs it off
he immediately rushes into his room to see what was happening
he sees you standing on top of the bed, terrified
he doesn't understand at first and jokes about it
but then sees that you are very overwhelmed and tries to comfort you
when he takes off his shoe you beg him to let it run away or take it outside
he giggles and tries to catch it and you kind of forget your fear for a moment
he's so gentle with it just like with any other creature when he finally catches it with a towel
you watch him let it go and then ask him to wash his hands
Soda rolls his eyes but goes
when he comes back you pull him into a tight hug
you both fall on top of the bed and Soda mocks you, saying "if it was huge, I must be giant"
you roll your eyes at him and he pulls you into a passionate kiss
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲
you were hanging Curtis’ clothes outside to dry because it was a summer evening
Darry was tired from his shift so he was smoking a cigarette on the porch
suddenly you scream as you see a huge black spot on the white t-shirt
Darry rushes to come and help you out but you both get stuck in the wet bedsheet that you just hung up
both of you fell on the floor laughing about it
but now you have to wash it again
and then you see the spider crawling on Darry's hair
you scream again but can't get up
Darry can't stop laughing at you
he gently takes the spider WITH HIS BARE HANDS and throws it far away
when you both get up he spins you around, still happy about what has happened
you apologize for falling down and wrecking the clothes
he kisses you on your forehead saying it was okay and he actually had fun
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞
you were driving with him, headed home
he was talking to you about his promotion when all of a sudden you saw a spider
Steve is very pissed at you for making his heart stop
you understand in a way because you were on the road
but he gets it too, he knows you hate them
he pulls up to a random house and tries to catch it, but you can't be emotionally there because you feel trapped
when he finally gets it out of the car he comes over to you to give you a hug
you cry into his shoulder because you got very emotional and scared
even if Steve is very tired from his shift and also dirty he pulls you into a hug
he tells you that it's okay
he reminds you that it was harmless but knows you won't ever listen
you thank him for being there for you
but you still can't forget about it when you get inside
Steve turns on the radio and you dance together
you are so happy to be with him and he's soooo happy too! aw
𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲
you almost faint when you see a spider in Dally’s bathroom
there was a huge party at Buck's so Dally is waiting for you in his room, making sure nobody would storm inside
when he hears you scream he straight away pulls out his g*n
you ran out of the bathroom half naked yelling about a spider
you ask him if he was really about to use it on a freaking spider and you laugh so hard
but Dally is not in a mood so he is really about to show you that he's capable of doing it
but lets go of that idea as soon as he realizes that you are half naked
he kind of wants to make out
but you tell him that he has to get rid of it immediately
as he tries to catch it you are even more terrified
Dallas is mocking you when he catches it with a cup
you ask him if he's going to let it escape but he says no
you get mad at him and go to bed
he knows you are watching him slowly open the window and let the spider go
he rolls his eyes when he sees you giggling
"now you owe me" he says, taking your hand to go and shower together ;)
𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲
when you call Ponyboy to rescue you he is so freaking nervous but tries to hide it
you saw it crawling near his books
when you tell him where you saw it, he panics even more
you jump on the bed, waiting for your hero to do something
he wants to laugh it off but can't
Pony is too scared to ruin one of his books so he lifts each one carefully trying to spot your enemy
Pony could never kill a spider
so when he finds it he slides it on a piece of paper and goes to throw it outside the window
you give him a peck on his cheek making him blush
he gets sooooo shy but also proud of himself
you go and lie down together on the bed
you know he was scared too but chose not to say anything about it
he is acting all heroic and you secretly love it
(yes he will check if anything happened to his books when you leave)
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲
Johnny hates spiders
but he loves you more (duh)
so when he hears you scream in your room, he rushes back from the kitchen to help you
neither of you can spot it any longer, so you both fall asleep
Johnny is there to comfort you during the night
he tells you that it probably went away
but in the morning when you go to the bathroom you see a giant spider in the corner of the wall
you scream again and run back to your room
this time Johnny takes a deep breath in and takes your slipper
but you tell him that you want it to live
it creates an even bigger challenge because Johnny could never touch it
both of you sit on the bed and talk about your fears
you both decide to do it together
he grabs a piece of paper and you bring a cup
in the end you succeed and let the spider go outside
you are very proud of yourselves for doing something so brave
Johnny is so grateful to have you as a partner
𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭
he actually loves spiders and insects and you know it
so when you see a spider in the living room of Curtis' house you run to the kitchen to find him
he was eating cake
he didn't care at first but then was intrigued
he started asking you all sorts of questions like how big and what species it was
you roll your eyes and he laughs
but he knows you despise them so he actually lets go of his cake (wow) and runs into the living room
he makes a joke about the spider wanting to watch Mickey with you
you can't help but laugh too (come on its funny)
Two-Bit gently grabs it and even tries to touch it
you're so disgusted that you leave the room
when he comes back he makes a sad face saying that you're too scared of them
then he jokes that if you want to build the future together you must accept his love for spiders
you playfully slap him saying it will never happen
you both chill on the couch while Two-Bit is busily thinking about naming that spider
then he wants to prank one of his friends (Pony ofc) with it but you talk him out of it (thankfully)
you gently kiss his lips, forever grateful to have someone like him by your side whenever you feel scared.
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i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.
#gangshippinghater
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when i was your man
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston wants you back
(warnings: mostly fem!reader but can be read otherwise, just a few remarks towards the reader being fem)
tulips were your favourite flower. dallas never remembered.
you had spent what seemed like forever trying to get dallas to be what you imagined to be a perfect boyfriend. get him to be the kind of guy you see in movies, the boy who isn’t afraid to be with you in public, the boy who takes you on fancy dates and the kind of boy who buys you flowers. but he never did, not once. love letters never showed up at your door, he never put his hand around your waist or took you out on a date.
you got over him quickly. he broke up with you because you got ‘too attached’, and he hates commitment. you were just one of the many girls who fell for his boyish grin and charm, who’s gaze went blurry and blind when any red flags seemed to uncover, ignoring every horrible attribute about him.
a new boy came into your life about a year after the breakup, a soc, someone who treated you with the respect you wanted and gave you the life you needed. he had the money to take you to fancy restaurants, and he always bought you roses, the most romantic flower there is.
when he got down on one knee, you had no doubt into your mind and said yes. his proposal was too good to be true, everything thing about him was. he proposed on a vacation in the tropics, by the beach. there were tears in his eyes. you had never had a man cry for you. not dallas, not anyone.
planning the wedding was easy. you were having red velvet cake, the venue was in your backyard, keeping it close to home, and you were going to wear the most beautiful and expensive outfit. your fiancé was in charge of deciding who to invite, and he invited everyone you wanted to be there for your special day.
simply put, you were in a pure state of bliss. what every little kid dreams of is a perfect lover who will give you everything you want and more, and now you have that.
there was one topic your fiancé did avoid, though, and that was dallas winston. your lover did not like him, not one bit, he became bitter towards dallas after you opened up about how he didn’t treat you like you mattered, which was all you wanted. you felt it was a bit excessive, if you even dared to utter his name, he’d interrupt and change the topic. and dallas certainly was not invited to the wedding.
at the end of the day, you shouldn’t care about that. you spend a lot of your time convincing yourself that it doesn’t matter that your lover is being rude to your ex boyfriend, it’s not like dal treated you right, anyway. it doesn’t matter, right? it’s better he’s not in your life.
on the day of the wedding, something felt off. you saw your reflection in the mirror as your friend did up your dress, and you didn’t see a girl who was tearing up with joy, ranting to your friends about how perfect your fiancé is. you should be, your lover was perfect and life was magical. you felt ungrateful for the gift life gave you. yet, in the mirror you saw a confused and unsure person looking back at you. someone who didn’t know what they were doing, someone who didn’t know the difference between love and lust, a scared kid who rushed into a decision purely out of the need to feel wanted after a past relationship.
as you’re standing, staring at you and your outfit in the mirror, your friend goes up to the vanity (which you’ve yet to sit at), and picks up a small bouquet of flowers.
“what’s this?” she says, holding it up and examining it. “did your boy give this to you?” she teases.
you look at it. “oh,” you hadn’t noticed that before. it’s not roses. he always gets you roses. this time, it’s tulips. tulips wrapped with light parchment paper and a lace bow. “yeah, i guess so.” she hands you the bouquet, and a small smile spreads across your face. so he did remember.
your friend talks to you for a bit longer, and eventually leaves the room to go grab the hair stylist from downstairs. you’re then stood in the room alone, staring at the bouquet of flowers with a smile and rosy cheeks.
a few minutes later, the door creaks open. you perk up. your face falls, eyebrows raising every so slightly with surprise. cold umber eyes and a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes, a sentence that perfectly describes dallas winston.
shock turns to frustration. how dare he just sneak in here on your special day? he’s probably just planning on ruining it, maybe he’s already got into a fistfight with the groom.
“jesus, dallas, what’re you doing here?-“ your voice is still quiet, not wanting to alert attention.
“you look cute.” he interrupts, eyes not leaving you for a second, drifting across your hair and your pretty outfit. they stop at the bouquet of tulips. “d’you like the flowers? they were expensive.”
your eyes fall onto the bouquet, and you look back up at him. you ignore both of the shocking statements, trying to get him out of here. “you’re not supposed to be here—“
“i was wrong.” he interrupts again. “i was wrong for everything. look, you know i’m not one to say this, and i’m sure as hell not one for these romantic gestures, but i messed up. i thought i could get over you, i mean, broads are easy enough to get over, but i just can’t. your name loops my mind all day and it’s fuckin’ stupid. now you’re with someone ten times better than me, and i know i’m probably too late, but please, don’t say yes. i can treat you how you should be, i promise. i know i don’t have a good history with girls, or with you, but i can try. i’m willing to give it my fuckin’ all for you, i’ll remember your middle name and i’ll take you to the movies, i don’t know. but you’re my gal, y/n, i can’t let my gal run off with someone else now, can i?”
there you’re stood, staring up at him with the bouquet in your grasp, hands shaking and tears silently streaming down your face. your mouth keeps opening and closing, at a loss for words. “why now?” you say after a few antagonizing long seconds. “i mean- i’m stood here on the day of my wedding, and- and you chose now to tell me this?” your voice is breaking a bit, but you’re doing a good job at keeping your cool.
“i’m telling you this cause i know you’ll make the wrong decision otherwise.” he answers.
“well what am i supposed to do now? god, you can’t just do that, dal, i don’t wanna walk down the aisle with another boy on my mind,” you sit down on the chair by the vanity, feeling lightheaded and trying to gather yourself.
“i want you to walk down the aisle and know there’s another boy who loves—“
sometimes you wonder what he was gonna say, but you decided to interrupt him. “we’re not sayin’ that word again, dal.”
maybe you’re just in denial. the word ‘love’ associated with dallas seems so right, and you’d rather die than admit that.
he goes over and kneels beside you. this kneel feels more important than your fiancés was the day of the proposal. “y/n, i’m just being honest. you think you’d be cryin’ if it was some other guy? you wouldn’t. i may not know the little things but i sure as hell know what you’re feeling right now.”
his words hit you like bricks. you don’t want it to be real that you’re crying because you still love him, crying because you love another boy more than your very near future husband. “i’m an awful person, dal,” all your emotions come out at once, small sobs that you try so hard to contain so people don’t notice. “please just go, dal, i can’t do this.”
“and then you go off and make some stupid decision with some guy that ain’t me? don’t think so, y/n.”
“he doesn’t deserve this,” you start speaking about your ex. “he doesn’t deserve me loving another guy.”
you’re speechless after that, crying in your vanity chair. his hand grabs yours as you break down, sitting there in this hurt. you hold his hand so tightly, never wanting to let go.
he’s there for you. he’s always been there for you. lurking in the background, spending his time loving you and watching how quickly you got over him. you knew it was too good to be true. you knew the decision was too rushed, that there was a reason why you instantly moved on. now you knew exactly why.
“i think i’m still in love with you, dal,” you say softly after you recollect yourself enough to speak.
he chuckles. “you think?” he says sarcastically. you did just spend the time you should’ve been getting ready for your wedding crying over him.
you furrow your eyebrows, not in the mood for jokes. “lay off, dal, i mean it.”
he releases a small breath. “you wanna get out of here, then?”
you hesitate, thinking back to your now heartbroken fiancé and your loved ones that will be extremely disappointed in you for leaving without a word, but you nod. dal always had a way of making you do reckless things.
maybe the guilt will always haunt you after you leave, and you’ll find yourself always thinking back to the day when you were just a young and dumb kid who hurt so many people by wanting just one, or maybe you’ll find yourself with a version of dallas who is trying, who is more open to commitment and to spending time with you, a version of dallas who remembers tulips are your favourite flower.
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please write something, anything I’m thirsty pretty please with a cherry on top 😋
↳treat me like a fool!₊˚✧
──IN WHICH, the gang falls head over heels inlove!。✦
||✰ — the gang, separately
Dallas Winston ;
dally thought you were gorgeous.
you were sitting across at buck’s, talking to someone who could only assume is your friend.
you were laughing, giggling, talking, in such a way that dallas was captivated.
he couldn’t even pay attention to two-bit tellin’ him one of him lousy jokes.
“and i tell ‘er—hey! are you even listenin’ to me, dal?!”
“what?”
“what’re you even looking a—”
two-bit may not be smart, but he sure as hell can put two and two together.
he followed dallas’s eyes, only to see you.
two-bit got a goofy grin on his face and turned to face dallas.
“go talk to her!”
dallas rolled his eyes in annoyance.
‘go talk to her,’ he doesn’t get it—you’re too pretty for a grease like him.
“no, man.”
two-bit laughed like it was funny.
he lightly hit dallas’s arm, he knew he could talk to you, but it was like he was nervous.
and, dallas was nervous.
but he couldn’t let his nerves get the best of him. he just can’t, he’s better than that.
dallas sighed, dreading what he was about to do.
he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
he walked towards you, putting on a confident aura to make him seem tuff.
“hey.”
“oh-hi!”
jesus, even your voice was pretty.
if we’re being honest here, dallas had to recollect himself after you spoke.
“saw you ‘cross the bar n’ wondered if i could, get your name?”
“that’s it?”
“yea, why? got a problem?”
“y/n.”
you answered his previous question, yet not his most recent one.
it was like you wanted to keep him guessing, and he liked that.
dallas winston actually liked y/n.
Johnny Cade ;
you’ve known dallas winston for years.
good friends, obviously.
the two of you were walking down the street to nowhere in particular.
the both of you like to make it up as you go.
you were telling him about some gossip as he pretended to listen, until he shouted out some guys name.
“johnny!? is that you?!”
you scoffed and rolled your eyes.
if he wanted to hang out with someone else, he could’ve just said.
the boy that you suppose is johnny, perked up and started walking towards you two.
the both of you stopped walking to see johnny, even though you had zero clue on who he is.
dallas is a very private man when it comes to his other friends.
when johnny got up to you guys, dallas threw his arm around his neck, puttin’ him in a headlock.
he was scolding the poor kid about something even you couldn’t understand.
when he was done, johnny was rubbing his head in annoyance.
his eyes almost lit up at the sight on ya.
johnny thought you were an angel.
you were almost glowing in the sunlight, your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, lips, nose, everything was gorgeous.
“uh, who’s she?”
he asked, turning to dallas.
“y/n, say hi to johnny. be a good girl, eh?”
“oh shut up, dal! but uh—hi johnny. i’m y/n.”
your voice was like honey to johnny, he was almost stunned.
you felt a little creeped out with his stares so, you thought you’d just walk back home.
you waved to the boys and turned around to start walking.
dallas looked in johnny’s direction with the type of look that johnny didn’t like.
“your creepy staring scared ‘er off.”
“what? i wasn’t staring, bug off man.”
was he? oh god..that’s not a good first impression.
especially for such a beautiful person like you!
god, what a fool he was.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
pony saw you ‘round school a few times, always thought you were really cute but he never got a real good look at you.
but luckily, you had to ask ‘em a question.
“hey! you’re ponyboy, right?”
you’re even prettier up close, jeez.
no way a guy like him, had a chance with a girl like you.
your smile was more attractive than he was, your voice was like the heavens above were calling for him, everything about you was just…better than him.
but he put on the bravest smile he could, and nodded his head.
“good, be pretty embarrassing if i was talkin’ to the wrong guy.”
you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
ponyboy lightly chuckled, never thought you’d get so comfortable around him before.
“well uhm—i was just wonderin’ if you knew my friend, micheal?”
yeah, he knew micheal.
he knew what you were gonna ask.
he knew there was a rumor going around about you guys dating.
he just, didn’t get why you’re asking him out of all people.
“yeah, why?”
“okay, cool! well, if he tells you we’re dating, ignore him. please?”
“definitely.”
you smiled, genuinely this time.
your smile almost made ‘em faint.
you were just so cute, too cute for anyone in this bum city.
you thanked ponyboy for his time and for being understanding, and rushed out.
he just stood there, trying to process that you talked to him.
he was red, his ears were red, and his cheeks were red.
he looked like a loser.
but now, he was a loser with an angel knowing about his existence.
so, it’s a win.
Sodapop Curtis ;
you just got hired at the DX to be a cashier.
you needed the money, just in general.
your boss had told sodapop he wasn’t needed at the cash register, and he didn’t know why.
he got that they got a new employee but, being the cashier was more his job!
thought he’d go check you out, go see if your even fit for the DX!
you were just sitting there, your chin resting on your palm, waiting for anyone to walk through the doors to buy something.
you heard the back door open but didn’t really pay attention to it. you were sorta just, staring off into space.
sodapop walked in, and saw you just sittin’ there!
if he was working the register, he sure wouldn’t have just been sitting there!
he walked around the counter to talk to you, face to face! give ya a good scarin’.
at least, he thought that’s what he was gonna do.
when he saw you for the first time, he swore he almost got weak in the knees.
you just looked up at him, not bothering to move your head or nothin’.
even though you looked almost mad, you were still drop dead gorgeous.
the sun hit your face, just right.
your lashes, your eyes, the shine in ‘em almost made sodapop apologize for annoying you and run away.
in a good way, though.
“whatchu want? who even are ya?”
“nothin’! just wanted to say hi to my new co-worker is all. i’m sodapop curtis! what’s your name?”
he talks an awful lot this early in the morning.
but who are you to complain? less talking for you.
“y/n.”
soda smiled, even your name was beautiful.
everything about you was.
you were perfect.
Darry Curtis ;
you knew darry early on in life, around middle school..maybe?
you couldn’t really pinpoint it.
you stopped talking because you moved up north.
you did miss him, but you never really thought an awful lot about it. even when you were going back to tusla.
you were at the store for nothing in particular, it was more like something to pass the time.
you were going aisle by aisle, finding nothing.
until you went down one aisle, there was one real tall guy looking at some soup.
you thought he looked familiar, but you couldn’t tell from so far away.
you walked down the aisle and stopped right beside him, pretending to be looking at soup.
the man looked confused, but he was distracted so you could get a good look.
you saw his side profile and it all finally clicked.
“holy shit, darry?!”
you basically shouted, with a huge stupid grin.
darry looked scared and confused at the fact that someone knew his name, but when he turned to face you he looked more surprised than anything.
“y/n?!”
darry thought you were pretty before but, jesus. how did you get even prettier?
your smile was wider than before, your eyes looked happier, and you were just…gorgeous overall.
“well shit—how’re you? how’s your brothers?”
“they’re good. soda dropped out though, but ponyboy’s doin’ good in school.”
“that sucks about soda, ‘m sorry. but uh—i gotta go, sorry! hey, how ‘bout we catch up tomorrow?”
darry was shocked you’d even wanna hang out with him.
you just seemed so—high class now.
but, who was he to turn down a goddess?
he agreed and the two of you set a time and waved goodbye.
for the rest of the day, darry had this stupid smile on his face.
Steve Randle ;
you guys had met through a mutual friend.
danny had wanted to hang out with two of his friend groups at the same time.
you were in group A while steve was in group B.
everyone was partying, but that wasn’t really your thing.
you were off to the side, people watching.
some guy grumbled and stood next to you, almost oblivious to you.
he looked pretty mad so you thought you’d ry n lighten the mood.
somehow.
“so much for a party, huh?”
you tried to joke, looking up at the man.
he looked down at you, stunned.
you didn’t know why, he looked like he was judging you the way he looked you up n down.
steve was just shocked a girl like you would talk to him.
too pretty for him, way too pretty.
even in this dimly lit room, he can see how gorgeous you were.
your smile was so pretty, so gorgeous.
then steve realized he must look like a freak, staring.
he chuckled, giving you a halfassed answer.
“yeah right. was told this was gonna be fun, might as well leave.”
“was just about to do that. no point in stayin’ when all my friends are so drunk they can’t even remember their own names.”
“can i get your name at least?”
he asked, raising an eyebrow.
he must’ve thought that was smooth.
you chuckled at his question,
“y/n.”
“i’m steve, it’s nice to meet you, pretty lady.”
Two-bit Matthews ;
“woah! hey pretty lady!”
you heard some guy shout at you from behind you.
you sighed, but kept on walking.
when the strange dude caught up to you, he almost tripped.
you laughed at his failed attempt, and two-bit could’ve sworn he heard wedding bells right there!
“what d’ya want?”
“can i not want to talk to you?”
“nah.”
you answered, grinning at his disappointed face.
“aw, c’mon! a man deserves something for his efforts!”
“what efforts?”
the man went silent, and thought for a moment before answering,
“…i ran.”
you burst out laughing again.
and two-bit almost pulled out a ring.
you were like a goddess on earth, had the most gorgeous laugh, and understood his humour?
take him away.
“well? can i get ya number, pretty lady?”
“nah.”
you said, walking away.
the man stood there, stunned, watching you walk away before snapping out of it to shout at you.
“AT LEAST TELL ME YOUR NAME!! I’M TWO-BIT!”
“Y/N!”
and now it’s two-bits mission to get y/ns number.
—can you tell i gave up?
— ALSO MY OTHER FIC WONT UPLOAD. UGH.
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omg could u do a fic where dallas has been trying to call y/n all day only to find out that she’s sick and he takes care of her
Fever
Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader
Summary: Dallas hasn’t seen you all day, so he drops by uninvited. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of you - the best he can, anyway.
Warnings: None! Fluff and cute Dallas.
A/N: Thank you for the request!
Word Count: 2.5k
It was an agonizingly hot Friday morning, one where you’d spent the better part of your morning resting your cheek against the cool porcelain of your bathroom sink instead of getting ready. The morning whirled on around you, radio softly humming from your bedroom where you’d begrudgingly slapped at your alarm clock, somehow failing to turn it off but being too tired to do anything other than stagger toward the bathroom.
You somehow managed to take care of your necessities while the weatherman droned on about the lovely temperatures, you groaned in response - either he was lying, or you were getting sick. The thought had crossed your mind yesterday when you’d hardly been able to concentrate as an older woman asked for another cup of coffee, too preoccupied with the overwhelming exhaustion settling heavy in your bones and the pounding headache that’d made its home in the back of your skull - neither of which had faded over the night.
Stubbornness ran deep, and it certainly did in you. So you decided to disregard the nausea settling in your stomach as you got yourself dressed, only dry-heaving once as you started the trek to your workplace. Usually, you’d call Dallas to drive you to and fro - not that you needed him to, it was only a fifteen-minute walk, but he insisted and you weren’t one to deny a free ride. But the thought of getting into a car and breathing in cigarette smoke only soured your stomach more, so you walked alone and clocked in for your shift only five minutes late.
The hours passed, time murky as your brain swelled within your skull, pressing against the confines of bone as you scrawled down another order for coffee and eggs. You’d been halfway into your shift before your manager pulled you aside, concern written over his face as he helped you to sit down. Your manager wasn’t normally kind, a rugged older man from an era where surviving wasn’t the easiest, and it showed on the lines across his face and the look in his eyes. For him to show you kindness worried you somewhat, but the sweltering of your skin underneath your uniform pushed away any other feeling besides exhaustion.
He drove you home, talking your non-listening ear off about things you could do to ease your fever, and how he’d have your coworker cover your shift. You tried to listen, you really did, but the bumps along the road and the scent of passing restaurants readying their ovens for the day filled the air with an aroma that would’ve been pleasant to anyone who wasn’t currently battling the urge to void their stomach of its contents. He reached your house in less than five minutes, something you were sure was due to him not wanting to catch whatever the hell you’d caught. You gave him a brief nod and wave, one he returned with a smile before peeling off back toward the diner.
You fumbled with your keys, managing to unlock your front door after two failed attempts. Thankfully the air conditioning in your house had kicked on, keeping it much cooler than you’d left it only hours prior. You kicked your shoes off, not bothering to make the small walk to your bedroom in favor of the living room couch that seemed to be calling your name. You collapsed onto the cool leather with a groan, your eyes squeezing shut as you willed yourself to sleep.
What you’d forgotten to do was call Dallas, leaving him alone and frustrated as he watched everyone pour out of the diner. He noticed some of your coworkers, all smiling and laughing amongst each other as they piled into their cars as the next shift trudged toward the building. He flicked the built-up ash off the end of his cigarette, contemplating if it was worth it to go inside, figuring you were likely in the restroom or gathering your stuff.
That was until your manager spotted him, the older man’s brow furrowing as he made his way outside and toward the thunderbird that revved to life enough to annoy the living hell out of him - much to Dallas’s pleasure. Dallas waved the hand he had draped out the window, exhaling a lungful of smoke toward the man as he approached the driver's side.
“She’s sick. I drove her home earlier.”
Dallas clicked his tongue against his teeth, lifting his hand to place his cigarette between his lips as he started the car back up. Your manager jumped back onto the curb as Dallas peeled out of the parking lot, half pissed that you hadn’t bothered to call and half worried that you were so sick that you hadn’t had the energy to do so. Deciding to play on the side of caution, he dropped by the gas station on the way, snagging a few items he’d heard helped - or at least he hoped helped.
He parked along the street, not bothering the fix his parking as the front tire scraped against the edge of the sidewalk. With a hefty paper bag of everything he could manage to grab he made his way toward your front door, only to find it locked. He sighed, tilting his head back to look toward your neighboring houses, ensuring nobody was looking at him as he snuck around the side. He’d been with you long enough to know you always kept your bedroom window unlatched, it was always a mixup of whether it was going to be sweltering or freezing in Tulsa, so you kept it unlatched in case you needed it cracked in the night.
After a quick peek into the darkness that shrouded your bedroom, he pressed the glass upward, grimacing at the wall of cold air that smacked into him as he ducked into your window. Your radio softly played, older music hits that you’d usually have turned off when you woke up in the morning. Dallas sighed, closing the window gently behind him, taking a second to shut off your radio before moving through the frigid house.
“Doll?” He called, worry settling like a pit in his lower stomach. “Got you some stuff.”
When you didn’t reply to his call his worry grew deeper. He sped up his steps, nearly knocking over the bag of medicinal supplies he’d snagged as he tossed the paper bag onto your kitchen counter. His worry faded as he entered your living room, finding you draped over the expanse of your couch, arm draped over the side, fingers skimming the carpet below as you slept.
With a quiet laugh, he moved toward you, whispering a greeting as he scooped you into his arms. His scent was something you recognized instinctually, even in your fever-ridden mind. Your hands grasped at his jacket, face skewed up in a small grimace as he carried you down the hall toward your bedroom. It wasn’t often that Dallas was soft with you, he tried, but he was always a rugged man and it showed in his actions and thoughts.
“Real sick, huh?” He asked, voice barely above a murmur as he shifted near your bed, bending at the hip to help you lay down. You only mustered a nod in reply, body burning and mind nearly numb from the steady headache that coursed through your brain.
Your half-opened eyes watched as he kicked his shoes off, jeans following suit before he moved toward you, gently pushing you toward the center of your bed. You grumbled, causing him to stifle a laugh as he moved beside you, wrapping an arm around your middle.
“Grumpy.” He stated, words closer to a taunt than anything. You hadn’t the energy to fire back as you normally would, so you sufficed with a quick swat to his arm. One he laughed at after feigning being hurt, relenting in his attitude with a soft kiss to your temple. “Proving my point, y’know.”
Despite the nausea souring your stomach, you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in your chest at his words. You wanted nothing more than to goof around with him as you normally did, but the most you could muster was a nod and a short-lived smile as you tried to quell your pounding brain with the warmth of his touch.
“Here-“ He huffed out, helping you to turn over. You pouted, your signature move whenever you were forced to do something you didn’t want to do, one that made Dallas roll his eyes. “It’ll help, shut up.”
You were about to complain until his hand slunk underneath your shirt, fingernails gently tracing along your spine. The touch was featherlight, goosebumps following wherever his touch went. An involuntary sigh fell from your lips as you sunk into the mattress, eyes fluttering shut, the only sound besides your breathing being a triumphant laugh from Dallas.
“Learned this from a girl.” He mumbled out through a yawn, the words causing you to look over your shoulder toward him with a scowl. He returned the look with a joking scorn of his own. “I was sixteen. So jealous.”
“Shut up.” You chuckled, scooting closer to him. His thumb brushed against the nape of your neck, fingers smoothing over the curve of your shoulder before trailing his fingertips back down your spine. His touch was soft, so incredibly soft. You’d hardly noticed you were falling asleep until you felt the warmth of your bedsheets pulled over you, followed by a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.
Hours passed before you woke, at least you gathered it’d been hours due to the moonlight pouring in through your bedroom window and the absence of Dallas beside you. While your headache wasn’t as prominent as it had been earlier, nausea still made itself known in your stomach, seemingly exacerbated by your lack of eating. With a groan you pushed the bedsheets off of yourself, hands wiping the sleep from your eyes as your feet found the cool hardwood floor beneath you.
You’d half expected that Dallas had left, but the thought was wiped from your mind when you’d nearly tripped over his shoes that’d been perched at the end of your bed. As much as you wanted to be irritated over having tripped, you only felt relief over the fact that he’d stayed. The house felt warmer than before, a savory aroma wafting through the air - both most likely Dallas’s doing.
The television sounded from your living room, sports scores echoing down to your bedroom as you walked down the hallway, arms wrapped loosely around your middle. It wasn’t loud enough to be burdensome, roughly the volume you’d keep it whenever you were cooking and didn’t want to miss out on anything. As you rounded the corner into your living area you spotted Dallas in the kitchen, face a perfect picture of focus as he cooked something on your stovetop.
“Hey.” You murmured, causing him to jump. You laughed out an apology as you moved behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you rested your cheek against his back. He was always so warm, it even seemed to help your subtle headache. He reached his hand behind himself to pat your thigh, wordlessly acknowledging you as he continued cooking.
“Got this from the DX, didn’t realize it needed to be cooked.” His voice sounded almost defeated, but by the way the air smelled you gathered he’d done it right. You hummed in reply, placing a short kiss on his back before moving around to inspect his handy work.
“Most food does.” You chided, earning you a grunted-out laugh from Dallas. “It looks good, thank you.”
He gave you a brief smile, leaning over a fraction to grab the now-empty can before handing it to you. Somehow he’d snagged your favorite kind, or at least the type you tolerated the most. You couldn’t remember ever talking about soup with him, but it’d be on par for Dallas to remember something so small.
As if sensing your confusion, he responded with, “Last time you were sick you mentioned liking it. Figured you’d want it, y’know?”
It was sweet, sweet enough to leave you smiling despite the nausea. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, not wanting to kiss his cheek or his lips in case what you had was contagious. He waved you off with feigned annoyance, moving over to your cabinet to grab a bowl before pouring out a serving for you. You peeked over his shoulder, soon taking his place as he moved over to your refrigerator to grab himself something to drink.
Before you could grab the porcelain bowl he’d swooped in front of you, shooting you a dirty look for even having considered carrying a bowl while you were sick. You followed beside him with a scoffed-out laugh, the television soon becoming louder as you both moved to sit down on the same couch you’d passed out on when you’d gotten home.
“Here-“ He muttered, giving you a moment to get yourself comfortable before handing over the bowl along with a water bottle. You gave him a brief smile in return, screwing off the top of the water bottle before downing a few mouthfuls.
You scooted closer to him, legs folded beneath yourself as you spooned some of the still-hot broth into your mouth, eyes glued to the television. He didn’t care enough about being sick to push you away, after all, you’d taken care of him when he’d had the stomach flu for nearly a week, so he let you rest against him as you both watched the game.
“Did you want to go to the doctor?” He asked after a moment, gaze flickering down to you. You thought for a moment before shaking your head, cooling off another spoonful of broth. He sighed, eyes rolling as he returned his attention to the television with a quiet, “Stubborn ass.”
“Expensive.” You retorted through a laugh. “Besides, I probably have the flu or a stomach bug. Don’t want to waste money on it.”
He lifted his hips then, freeing his wallet from his back pocket before plopping the leather down into your lap. You leaned forward, placing your bowl onto the coffee table before fumbling with his wallet. Whenever you’d come into financial trouble, Dallas had always been able to help. You’d never questioned it, knowing that he did risky things for money and to simply survive.
“Dallas-“ You started, finding your words quickly cut off with a hush from Dallas. He looked over to you, hand moving to brush back your hair as he responded with a gentle, “I’ve got it, don’t worry about it.”
That was that, you knew him well enough to know there was no use arguing with him. You were both stubborn, especially when it came to each other. You leaned up onto your knees, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw before retrieving your bowl, and settling back into his side.
“I’ll pay you back.” You replied, words earning you a gruff laugh as Dallas shook his head.
“Just let me take care of you, doll.”
You relented, chewing at the inside of your cheek as you fought back a smile. You’d find a way to pay him back, maybe not with monetary means, but you’d find a way. For now, you’d savor the feeling of being curled into his side, both of you sucked into a sports game, truly comfortable in each other's presence.
A/N: More fluff!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Thank you so much for the continued support and love you show me and my work, I appreciate you all so so much!! As always, you can find my work over on AO3 under the username, “Unscriptural.” Thank you again!
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imagine how different the drive in scene wouldve gone if it didnt take place in the 60’s, like i bet cherry valance wouldve been STRAPPED with some pepper spray and one of those loud alarm thingys kgjfkgfhhf
#the outsiders#theoutsiders#outsiders headcanons#dallas winston#curly shepard#angela shepard#ponyboy curtis#ponyboy headcanons#that was then this is now#the outsiders sodapop#dallas x reader#dallas winston x reader#bryon douglas#the outsiders dally#dally winston#dally#darry curtis
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bro you should write x reader fluff headcannons for each of the outsiders characters
The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Dallas Winston
Authors Notes -
1. This is such a great idea. This is a great ask, woah. Thank you so much.
2. I'll do one for each of the characters, but I'm in a Dallas mood.
3. These aren't complete thoughts, more random sweet shit they'd do.
Dallas Winston
• Let's start with the basics
• Dallas Winston? Sweet? Damn you're lucky.
• When he confessed to you it wasn't a direct confession
• Called you pet names before you started dating
• But you're dumbass thought that was just his personality
• Which it is. You're right. He flirts 25/8.
• One day just asked you if you wanted to catch a drive-in
• And you were all 🤯
• Dallas Winston??? Actually asking someone out??
• The gang was practically flipping tables
• At the beginning he's still keeping up the act
• You know the one
• The " I'm from New York, fight me bitch " act
• But once he gets comfortable with you he's more " I'm from New York, love you bitch "
• He literally never calls you by your real name
• Doll is 100% his go-to
• Sweetheart, doll-face, the occasional darlin' and princess
• If you ask what your name is he'll probably ask which one
• He's actually surprisingly good with dates?
• Like the number type of date and give me your number type of dates
• He could list your birthday, the day you first kissed, the day you first fucked, easy.
• Never will though
• Gotta stay tough
• But he also is pretty good with balancing his time with you, the gang, and whatever else he does
• We all know he wouldn't hold your hand
• His hand's either around your waist, your shoulder, or in your back pocket
• He's practically attached to you
• He's not affectionate, but his hands always somewhere on you
• Like a moth to light
• He kisses you so much??
• Not pecks, he isn't Soda.
• If he's kissing you, he's making sure you remember it.
• Mf makes out with you anytime he gets a chance
• You're bored? He's kissing you. Trying to sleep? His tongue is already in your mouth. Accept it. You wanted this.
• Worst part is you can't even complain cause he's a damn good kisser.
" Dal- "
" Yeah? What, you got a problem, doll? "
" I hate you.. "
• You made out for like 3 hours.
• You're literally tired 90% of the time cause this motherfucker has too many hormones
• Not just kissing.
• You normally go over to his room at Bucks and sleep
• If you have strict parents he'll sneak into your room
• Not really a cuddle guy, but he'll let you rest your head on your chest or he'll drape an arm around you
• HIS CHAIN!?!
• I don't think people talk about this enough
• You fidgeting with his chain as you lay on him, both of you half asleep as he slowly smoked
• 😭🫶
• Whenever he's in jail and you visit him he'll give you his chain so you have something of his
• 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶
• Has two pictures of you in his wallet
• One of your face, helps him get through jail and long nights
• Another of your body, either in lingerie or stripped, whatever you were comfortable with. The reason for this is self explanatory.
• Johnny's gotta move down to 2nd place because he loves you so much
• He's a close second though
• He skips classes a lot, so you've probably skipped with him before
• He went to school more so he could see you more
• Still almost flunks out though because he's busy starring at you
• This is getting long so I'll wrap it up
• He's still a little bitch, but he tries to get better for you
• Him and the gang are so grateful for you because his life would've gone to shit without you
No idea who to do next so please comment because I'm too indecisive 🙏
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just like magic - tell me about yourself and what you like to do, but this time, send in a character, and i’ll assume what kind of gift they’d get you.
i’m really into reading and writing, crochet and like artsy projects too, photography and movies, i figure skate, and i’m way into agricultural stuff!
just like magic
this is my pookie you guys so this is a special order. merry christmas eve, if you celebrate christmas, and happy holidays to all!
ponyboy makes you literally so many things. he’ll write multiple poems, and use it as wrapping paper, make you little origami horses, cows—you name it, he’ll make it.
johnny tries to get you some yarn. it’s a little thank you for everything you’ve done. maybe crochet him a little blanket. he needs it.
dally steals art supplies. he’ll steal pencils, sketchbooks, erasers, markers, literally anything. he may shit on you for it, but if you ever stop your art, he’ll punch a hole in the wall. figuratively. maybe.
sodapop, and call it cliché, but he gets you a music box. with a little figure skating scene in the centre.
darry buys anything you offhandedly mention once, but he deems you really need. he always spends the second half of the year saving up for gifts.
two-bit picks up a nice rock and wraps it. that’s your gift. throw it at whoever you want!
steve tries to take these little photos of things that remind him of you, and spent the whole year on the gift, only for all of the photos to be ruined in some way. oopsie!
#𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞#lee ♡#the outsiders x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#ponyboy x reader#johnny cade x reader#johnny x reader#dally winston x reader#dallas winston x reader#dallas x reader#dally x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#darrel curtis x reader#darry curtis x reader#darry x reader#two bit matthews x reader#two bit x reader#steve randle x reader#steve x reader
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