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A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston
Summary: Request - Can you do a Dally or Darry x female reader where reader is having a really difficult time at home (mom and dad are kinda like Johnny's parents and beat up physically and mentally on reader?)... Read Rest Here
A/N: As long as I live I will forever write The Outsiders. Such a unique group to write. This one is tough but I really love it!
Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Johnny Cade Sister)
Word Count: 3.3k +
TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings
As you stumbled through the door of the Curtis household the entire greaser gang turned to look at you. Their expressions shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. Dally was the first to react, his eyes widening in realization as he took in the extent of your injuries.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" Dally's voice was gruff but there was an underlying edge of worry as he approached you. His movements were surprisingly gentle as he took in your battered appearance. His usually stern expression softened which revealed a glimpse of the concern that lurked beneath his tough exterior.
You could feel the weight of their stares. Their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that they were shocked by the state you were in, and the realization only made you feel more vulnerable. Because for as bad as you felt you just knew you looked 10 times worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time he didn’t seem to want to stop.
"I-I... I had a run-in with my old man," you managed to choke out. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought to hold back the tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. You’d done so good escaping it was suddenly catching up to you what you had just gone through. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. A painful reminder of the nightmare you couldn't escape.
Steve's jaw clenched tight with anger as he took in your bruised and bloodied face, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage. "He’s gonna pay for this, I swear."
Dally's expression darkened at your words. His features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'll kill him," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His words hung heavy in the air as it was a promise of retribution that sent a shiver down your spine. The scary part was that you knew he would kill him given the chance. It was one thing with Johnny… but when he saw you so battered he found a rage not even he knew he had.
Instinctively you flinched at his declaration. The raw intensity in his voice triggering a flood of memories you wished you could forget. You had already endured so much, the wounds—both physical and emotional—still fresh and raw. The thought of more violence only served to deepen the pit of dread that churned in your stomach. Sure, you grew up with the greasers but it never made the violence and threats of it any easier.
As if sensing your reaction Dally's eyes softened with remorse. A pang of guilt flickering across his features. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering uncertainly over your shoulder before finally making the gentlest contact. He was afraid of the bruises underneath your clothes, the ones he couldn’t see. "Hey," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his earlier words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For all his tough exterior there was a vulnerability in Dally that few ever got to see. A glimpse of the boy beneath the cocky attitude that he showed all too often. As you looked into his eyes you saw not just the anger and the pain, but also the deep-seated compassion that he tried so hard to conceal. His presence was a balm to your battered soul. A reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.
Dally's sharp gaze hardened as he turned to the group just staring at the scene unfolding before them. "Get the hell out of here if you ain’t gonna be useful," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space guys." The rest of the gang exchanged uneasy glances before nodding in agreement, understanding the need for solitude in such a vulnerable moment. With one last look of concern, they filed out of the room leaving you and Dally in a cocoon of quiet solidarity.
As Soda made to leave with them Dally stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Soda, wait," he said, his voice softer now, filled with urgency. "Get the first aid kit and a warm towel. We need to clean her up." Soda nodded in understanding, a determined look crossing his features as he hurried off to retrieve the supplies.
As Soda hurried off to retrieve the supplies, Dally turned his attention back to you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hang in there, sweetheart," he said softly. His voice laced with reassurance as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We'll get you patched up real quick."
You managed a weak smile. So grateful for his comforting words amidst the raging emotions swirling inside you. Despite the pain and the fear that still lingered there was a sense of relief knowing that you were in capable hands. You were being taken care of the boy who cared deeply for your well-being.
A knowing smile just ghosted over Soda's lips as he returned with the first aid kit and a warm towel. He was silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between you and Dally. He knew how much Dally had loved you for so long. And seeing the two of you together now filled him with a bittersweet sense of pride. He’d never seen Dallas so gentle.
With practiced efficiency, Dally and Soda set to work cleaning and dressing your wounds. Their movements gentle yet purposeful as they tended to each cut and bruise with care. Dally's hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked. A stark contrast to the roughness you had come to expect from him. However, even he wasn’t perfect. There was a moment when Dally accidentally pressed a little too hard on one of your bruises causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Instantly his expression shifted. A look of sadness crossing his features as he realized his mistake.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice filled with genuine remorse as he gently pulled back, his hands hovering uncertainly over your injured skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be more careful, I promise."
You could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was layered with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen from him before. A stark reminder that beneath his tough exterior there was that vulnerability he tried so hard to conceal. You saw not just the pain and the regret in his eyes but also the profound sense of care and affection that he held for you.
"It's okay, Dally, really" you reassured him, your voice soft as you reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I know you didn't mean it. I’m so lucky to have you."
His gaze softened at your words. A small flicker of gratitude passing between you as you shared a moment of understanding. Despite the rough edges and the scars that marked his soul there was a gentleness to Dally that few ever got to see. A side of him that he reserved for those he held closest to his heart. A side that only seemed reserved for you.
With a nod of appreciation Dally resumed his careful ministrations. His touch lighter and more cautious than before. And as he worked to tend to your wounds with a renewed focus, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the boy who had always been there for you. Always, no questions asked.
As Dally apologized profusely and you reassured him, Soda noticed the exchange between you two. Sensing the depth of emotion in the room he took a step back giving you and Dally a moment of privacy. There was that knowing look in Soda's eyes, an acknowledgment of the connection between you and Dally. With a subtle nod Soda retreated to give you both some space. His intuition telling him that this was a moment that needed to be shared between just the two of you. As he busied himself with tidying up the first aid supplies before exiting the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest for the two of you.
Once Dally finished tending to your wounds with careful precision a flood of emotions washed over you. Threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. The physical pain had subsided only to be replaced now by a tidal wave of raw emotion that surged through your veins like a raging river. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to contain the torrent of feelings that threatened to consume you. It wasn't just the pain of your injuries that brought you to tears, but the weight of everything you had endured, the fear, the loneliness, the relentless cycle of abuse that had plagued your life for so long.
You cried for your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. Your Johnny. You cried for the father who had betrayed your trust as his fists rained down upon you with a cruelty that knew no bounds. But most of all you cried for Dally, for his unexpected gentleness and the overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that he had provided in your darkest hour.
As you sat with Dally in the quiet intimacy of the room you felt a sense of release wash over you. A cathartic release of pent-up emotion that had been building inside you for far too long. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks you knew that you were not alone. That you were loved and cherished by the one person who had always been there for you, offering his unwavering support and understanding in the face of adversity.
As your tears flowed Dally's heart ached with a depth of emotion he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge before. Without hesitation, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap, cradling you against his chest with a tenderness that was so different than his tough exterior. His arms wrapped around you protectively creating a safety that enveloped you both.
He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering support. In the quietness of the moment, he whispered words of comfort and encouragement. His voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.
Feeling your sobs intensify he tightened his embrace. His hold on you was firm yet gentle as if trying to absorb some of the pain that wracked your body and soul. With each shuddering breath you took he squeezed you tighter. His touch was a silent reassurance that he was there for you. He would never let you face your demons alone.
"You're safe now, sweetheart," he murmured. His breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out. I'm here for you."
His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain. With each gentle stroke of his hand against your back, he offered you solace and understanding, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.
"It's okay to cry," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I swear it."
His heart broke for you, for the girl he cared for more deeply than he dared to admit. In that moment, as he held you close, he wished he could take away all the pain and suffering you had endured, to shield you from the cruelties of the world with nothing more than his love.
As time passed your sobs gradually subsided leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness and exhaustion. In the quiet aftermath of your tears, you took a shaky breath. Your chest still tight with emotion. Dally held you close.
Feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy sigh you finally found the strength to speak. Your voice trembling with the weight of the words you had kept buried deep within your heart.
"I miss him," you spoke. Your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke of your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. "I miss Johnny so much it hurts."
Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as you thought of your brother who had been forced to run away. His pure innocence stolen by the cruelty of the world.
"I miss the way things used to be," you continued. Your voice filled with longing as you spoke of a time before your father's descent into darkness, before the alcohol and the violence tore your family apart. "I miss when my dad wasn't a drunk, when he was still my dad, you know?"
Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the innocence you had lost, of the life that seemed so distant and foreign now. In the safety of Dally's embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.
As you spoke of missing Johnny, Dally's embrace tightened. His arms offering you a sense of strength and stability amidst the chaos of your emotions. His voice was gentle as he responded. His words a quiet reassurance in the face of your pain.
"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We all miss him. But you know Johnny, he's resourceful as hell. And with Pony by his side? Those two can handle anything."
There was a quiet conviction in Dally's voice. It was a steadfast belief in Johnny's resilience that offered you a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Despite the uncertainty of his fate, you found comfort in Dally's unwavering confidence. He was a reminder that you were not alone in your worries for your brother.
"And your dad..." Dally trailed off, his voice heavy with sympathy as he spoke of the man who had once been your protector, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. "He's not the man you remember, I know. But that ain't your fault, darlin'. None of this is."
His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not to blame for the sins of your father, that you deserved love and happiness just as much as anyone else. In the safety of his embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.
But even as the tears continued to fall, you knew that you were not alone. That Dally was there for you and always ready to offer his unwavering support and understanding in the face of your pain. As you clung to each other in the quiet darkness you found solace in the simple act of being together.
As your emotions opened you realized your love for him wasn't triggered by a simple moment. But rather by a complex series of events that had been building up over time. It was the culmination of countless conversations, shared moments, and lingering glances that had slowly but surely chipped away at the walls around your heart.
It started with the little things. Like the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, the whispered confessions and shared secrets that bound you together in ways you couldn't explain. But it was also the bigger moments. The ones that left you reeling with emotion and uncertainty. There was a time you called, and he showed up at your door in the middle of the night. No questions he was there as his face drawn and tired, and you knew without a doubt that he would always be there for you, no matter what.
As you looked into his eyes and saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at you, something shifted inside you. It was as if all the pieces fell into place like a puzzle finally coming together after years of searching. And in that moment, you knew. You knew that you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer, that you had to tell him how you felt, no matter the consequences.
So, you took a deep breath. Steeling yourself for what was to come, and you let the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion. It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was true. And it was exactly what you needed to say.
"I... Dally, I just... I don't even know where to start," you began. Your voice trembling with emotion as you struggled to find the right words. "But I can't keep it in any longer. I think... no, I know I... I love you. Like, really love you."
Your admission hung heavy in the air, a confession so raw and honest that it left you feeling exposed, vulnerable. But as you looked into Dally's eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, you knew that you had made the right decision to speak your truth.
"I know it sounds crazy," you continued, your words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's true. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. And it's not just because you're always there to clean up my messes or protect me from the world, although you do a damn good job of that. It's because... because I genuinely care about you, Dallas Winston. I care about you more than I ever thought possible. And it scares me sometimes, how much I care."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you bared your soul to him, laying your feelings bare for the world to see. But as you spoke, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you had finally spoken the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.
"And I know it's a lot to take in," you concluded, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."
For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The intensity of your confession hanging between you like a tangible thing. And then as if a switch had been flipped, the hardness in Dally's eyes melted away. Replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within him.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth gradually blossoming into a grin that lit up his entire face. It was a grin like you'd never seen before. A grin that reached all the way to his eyes filling them with a light you hadn't realized was missing.
His fingers brushed gently against your tear-stained cheeks. His touch tender and affectionate as he cupped your face in his hands. There was a sense of wonder in his expression, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, as if he had never dared to hope for this moment.
"Damn, sweetheart," he breathed. His voice tinged with awe. "I never knew you had it in you. Talking like that. But I'm glad you did. Because, hell, I love you too. I always have."
His words sent a rush of warmth through you. A feeling of elation that bubbled up from deep within your chest. And as you looked into his eyes, shining with a happiness you had never seen before, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something real and true and utterly perfect.
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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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Dallas with a fem!s/o that completely shuts down when she gets yelled at/when she is upset. (I DO THIS 😭💀)🫀
You and Dallas were having another fight.
You couldn’t even remember what started it.
“How many times do I have to tell you y/n?! I didn’t do it!” Dallas said to you.
Ah yes. Now you remember. A few girls from school started this rumor that dal was cheating on you.
“I know..I just-“
“You just what? You thought I would actually cheat on you?!!!!” His voice boomed around the the house.
You started to relax the muscles in your face, crying with no emotion. Your feet were glued to the floor. You couldn’t even bat an eyelash. Dallas had never yelled at you like that.
“..baby? Are you okay?” Dallas moved closer to you, grabbing your hands, caressing your knuckles with a worried face.
“….I’m sorry for accusing you. It was my fault. I should have known better than to believe those socs.” Your eyes glanced at the floor, avoiding his gaze.
“It’s alright, doll..you didn’t know.” He said with a small smile.
“Are you leaving me now?” Your lip quivered at the thought of losing Dallas. Especially over something so stupid.
His smile fell, turning into a frown.
“Of course not, baby..” he held you close to him, as if that if he let go, you would disappear forever. He couldn’t have that.
“I’m so sorry, dal” you said as more tears came rolling down.
“Hey, man. None of that. Come on babe..your too precious to cry..” He said, wiping away your tears gently.
He pressed a small kiss to your lips.
“…I love you, doll.” he said holding you closer to him.
He didn’t say it I’m a normal way. He said it in the most sincere way he could.
You smiled. “I love you too dal.”
You hugged each other all night, cuddling with your boyfriend.
He is yours just as much as you are his.
And nothing could change that. Ever.
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things that annoy me in the outsiders fandom
You will never see people actually understand Darry people only portray him as the spawn of Satan or an innocent angel with a brat for a brother
Nobody seems to actually understand why Ponyboy ran away everybody seems to forget that he was going to come back and honestly I don't think he was dramatic for running away he had every reason to think that Darry did not care about him
Background character Focus will be the death of me at that point just call it an OC like we got seven amazing you written main characters and you choose not to focus on them
people will talk about Johnny miss characterization but they only really talk about his infantilization but there's a lot of people would like to treat him like dally for some reason no he's not a hardened Criminal he's a traumatized kid
People have possibly one of the best plots for a fanfic then make it a 800 word or less one shot
People who discredit Ponyboy for no reason "Ponyboy is only a greaser because of his brothers" disregarding the socioeconomic parts of greasers and socs that's like saying Johnny's only a greaser because his parents didn't care enough and the only people who were there for him was his friends
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sodapop curtis sfw n nsfw headcanons
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characters: sodapop curtis
show/movie: the outsiders
warnings: smut not proofread
summary: sodapop curtis sfw n nsfw headcanons
sfw headcanons:
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-hes the most loving boyfriend ever. he will almost never let you talk bad about your looks how you act. nothing. because your perfect in his eyes.
-soda is a huge hugger. he luvs being around you and just being all over you. he luvs kissing you too.
-he kinda hates to admit it but he luvs being treated like a baby by you. getting pampered with kisses and getting scolded by you. he luvs when your angry (will talk apt that later)
-this man is a romantic charming charismatic man + a gentleman. he kisses your hand he always calls you baby, or my love.
-soda is so protective of you its insane. if anything happens to you he wouldn't know what to do with himself. he would fight someone if they said something bad about you or if someone flirted with you.
-speaking of flirty. soda gets jealous super easily. especially when your around the gang. he hates when dally says something that wouldn't be considered flirty but their tone makes it sound that way. "hey! nice top" dally would say obviously staring at your boobs it really pisses him off.
-he would let you wear his work jacket (his blue one) he thinks your super cute in it.
-soda is a big teaser. he teases you whenever your touchy with him or really wanting to give him a kiss. "baby I have to go to work. we can do all this kissy stuff after alright?" soda says giving you 2 more short kisses before leaving and giving you a wink.
-soda luvs your squishy spots on your tummy n thighs or anywhere you have it. he luvs squishing it. he thinks its the cutest thing ever. you'd tell him to stop squeezing your tummy. and he'll always question you why. "why baby its so soft n cute no need to be insecure about anything your the most beautiful girl I've seen."
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-you know when I was talking about him liking when your angry well let me farther elaborate. something about you being upset at him he can't help but think it so attractive. you'd be talking about how pissed you are and he'll just be leaning on the wall looking you up and down smiling. bye the end of your talking you start to realize how dumb you look n apologize if you in the wrong.
-soda luvs when your on top riding him. he gets a good look at your tits n if your riding him the other way he gets a good look of your ass.
-soda is the type to try not to moan "and try to groan n act all tough" but ends up moaning anyway.
-he luvs when you give him head. the way you look up at him when he's close to climax makes him go insane.
-the amount of times you guys made out or had sex in the gas station is wild. you guys rarely have sex in there but you guys do make-out a lot. you'd come over there for a wholesome visit and walk out with hickeys and your hair a mess.
-soda a praiser in bed he would never degrade you in bed. " keep going just like that, your doing so good." "be a good pretty girl for me, can you do that?" he never calls you any bad names. even when your being a bitch he keeps his cool.
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♡ “Common doll five more minutes” ♡
You sighed as you put your head on your desk. You had been studying for your finals , you needed to pass your finals, especially your math test one since you had always struggled with it. You were exhausted from all the work and studying that you were doing and you couldn't wait for all of it to be over.
You were so tired that you didn't even hear your boyfriend, dally winston, sneaking into your room through your window. He walked over to you gently putting his hand on your back as you jumped a little looking up at him “ hell doll, you doin alright?” he asked, looking down at you.
“Yea” you said sitting up in your chair and stretching a little as then dally picked you up from your chair with you gently clinging to him as he carried you to your bed sitting on the edge holding you.
He looked at your for a small second as he began to kiss you softly. Time had passed and it had been about 15 minutes of soft kisses as you slowly pulled away from him “ dally I need to get back to studying “ you say as he shakes his head no “ five more minutes doll” he said kissing you again.
You kissed his back softly as you pulled away again “Dally no, I need to pass” you said giving him a look “ your gonna do fine doll” he said as he kissed you again
You sighed softly and gave up with a small smile kissing him as he held you cause both of you knew that everything in that moment was perfect <3
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“DX STRANGER” — Sodapop Curtis.
PAIRING: Sodapop Curtis x Trans!FTM!Reader
GENRE: Soda clearly has a thing for R and R clearly has a thing for Soda so ermmmm romance
SUMMARY: After your old car breaks down by a DX in a town you aren’t from, you get some assistance from a cute guy
WORD COUNT: 0.8k
A/N: I HOPE I WROTE THIS GOOD ENOUGH !!! Reader is very obviously trans so umm yeah !! Not HUGE on the ending but o well,, requested by my flower anon and proofread by @mictodii !!!
TULSA WASN’T ON YOUR LIST OF PLACES to stop at, but here you are, sitting on the curb of a DX in the small town. You rub your temples in frustration, you knew you shouldn’t have taken that piece of shit.
Thankfully, it broke down right by the DX, so all you had to do was get a couple of guys to assist you with pushing the car.
You did the best you could to pull off to the side with your car sputtering and slowly dying, but in the end you got it mostly off the road.
You then walked across the street to the small building, greeting the men inside.
“Hey, guys,” you cleared your throat, hoping your voice wasn’t too high pitched.
“Hey, man.” Soda smiled at you and you felt as though a million fireworks went off in your heart. Not only because he called you “man,” but also because this guy was extremely handsome.
“My car broke down,” you said as you pointed behind your back. The two men looked past you and at your red mustang. “Think you can help me out?”
One of the guys, a man with a crooked tooth and a sleeveless denim jacket looks at the other man.
“Give us a second,” he says to you. You nod and look around awkwardly.
“I dunno, Soda. Look at ‘im. Look at his car, look at his goddamn outfit!” Steve argues quietly with Sodapop. He clearly thinks you’re one of the bad Soc’s, but, in reality, you’re quite the opposite.
“Steve, I’ve never seen him around here, maybe he’s just passing by?” Soda suggests. “And if he does end up being like the guys around here, we can take him on. There’s only one of him and there’s two of us.” Steve sighs and rolls his eyes, his way of telling Soda “whatever.”
“You know what happened to it?” Soda asks as he turns back around.
“Uh, no. It just kinda..broke down.” You shoved your hands in the pockets of your khakis.
“Alright, well let’s go check it out, yeah?” He walks out from behind the counter, Steve following him.
You led them to your car and they popped open the hood.
As the men inspected the engine, you explained to them how you got the car and how old it was.
“It’s a piece of shit,” you sigh as you lean against the car door and cross your arms. “Got it from my dad, I dunno how old it really is, but it’s older than me, that’s for sure.”
“Oh wow,” Sodapop says response. After a few more minutes of inspection, Soda looks up at you and tells you what he found. “Okay, so, we’re pretty sure your car's engine just overheated, so this should be an easy fix. All you gotta do is add some antifreeze and wait thirty minutes to an hour or so.” Soda explains.
The handsome man then reaches out to shake your own, starting a real introduction.
“I’m Sodapop, by the way. Sodapop Curtis.” You were stunned to find out his name, and that was apparently visible in your facial expression. Soda chuckles.
“I know, I know. Unique name, huh? I got a brother named Ponyboy, too. Says it on his birth certificate and everything.”
“That’s— it’s a cool name! I just wasn’t expecting it. My name’s Y/N L/N.” You shake his hand.
“That’s a nice name!” He compliments you.
“Not nearly as cool as Sodapop, though.” You compliment him back. He gives you another bright smile.
“That there is Steve Randle.” Soda motions to the other guy, who is still prodding at your engine.
“Hey, you don’t look like you’re from around here? I mean.. I never seen you around.”
“I’m not,” you shrug. “I’m from a little town called Bixby.” Sodapop nods.
“I know about Bixby. What brings you here to Tulsa, huh?” You scoffed.
“Wasn't planning on stopping, I’ll tell you that much.” Soda chuckled and the two of you continued your conversation, Steve occasionally butting in with his own thoughts.
Around 30 minutes later, your car’s engine hadn’t yet cooled off, and it was getting dark.
“Are you gonna be alright driving in the dark?” Soda asks as he looks at the slowly setting sun.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You shrugged him off.
“No, no— I don’t think so. I think you should stay the night at my place. With my brothers and me.” You laughed aloud.
“You flirtin’ with me, Sodapop?” You asked him jokingly.
“Maybe I am…so what?” He flashes that adorable smile at you once again. Your mouth parts in surprise.
“Don’t get all surprised on me now, Y/N.” Soda says nonchalantly. “So do you wanna stay at my house tonight or not?”
“I mean— I guess, if you’ll have me.”
“I’d have you any day.”
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"Brother’s Day”
Links: A03. FF.net. Wattpad.
Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all characters.
Summary: Oneshot. Four reasons Darry thinks he is a lousy father to Pony.
I. You know fuck all about raising a teenage kid.
Small children tend to their toys better than you play parent, and sometimes the day-to-day questions torment you the most.
For the sixth morning in a row, Pony shovels a giant slice of cake on his plate. Should he really eat sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
"Maybe you oughta have some eggs or bacon. Look at you, you're skin and bone. People'll think I ain't feeding you. Fix yourself something else, anything else."
"You never gave a shit before." He shrugs and jabs his fork into a second piece; on purpose, too, because he usually only takes one. "Why now?"
"I mean, in addition to cake."
"If I wanted eggs and bacon, I'd've made eggs and bacon."
"Look, alls I'm saying is it wouldn't kill you to eat a little protein. My football coach would've force fed me liver if I ate the shit you do every day. Your track coach, what's-his-name, Mr. James? Jones? Jenkins?"
"Jacobs."
"Mr. Jacobs'd hate this, and you know it."
"Well"—he glances around the room and shrugs—"Mr. Jacobs ain't here, so I'm eating cake today, tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that, too."
And this is the part where you ask yourself if it's worth the fight. Pick your battles, as your old man used to say. Still, your inner critic scolds you. Maybe this is the fight that's worth it. Maybe a normal parent wouldn't give up so damn early. Maybe a real father would shove a pound of bacon in his face and keep him at the table until he ate it all.
"Cake it is then. But you're eating a real lunch."
"Uh-huh."
He won't. He'll devour the rest of the pan just to spite you.
II. You're lucky as shit he's your brother, and yet, you never appreciate it.
Curly's back in the reformatory, and your kid brother's idea of rebellion is reading all of Gone With the fucking Wind instead of cleaning his room.
"I swear on the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I'll lock you in here till I can see the floor."
"Go ahead." He turns a page. "I'm at the best part. I ain't going nowhere."
You roll your eyes and slam the door on your way out.
Soda's on the couch, laughing his ass off. "Wait. You really thought you could pull him away from his favorite book?"
"Shut up. It's your room too. Could just as soon lock you in there too."
"But you won't."
"But you won't," you mock, sinking into the armchair.
He's right, you won't.
And deep down, you know you're lucky. Compared to Curly, Dallas, Steve, Two-Bit, Soda, you—God weren't you a delight at fourteen—he's pretty damn well-behaved for a teenager.
And somehow still too much for you to handle.
III. You get so mad at him you scare yourself.
Yell over talk. Threaten over teach. React over respond. Every time he checks into the Twilight Zone, you lose your shit. If he'd just pay attention … If he'd just keep his brain on planet Earth …
"I'm working a double," you tell your brothers, and brothers plural. "Won't be back till late, so y'all are on your own for dinner."
Soda salutes you. "Aye-aye, Superman."
Pony idly looks up from his book. "Huh?"
"You tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"You tell me," you repeat, fists clenched. "Word for word, tell me what I just fucking said."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll clean my room before you get home."
"That ain't what I said."
"Sorry." His nose is already back in that damn book. "Guess I didn't hear you."
Sorry this. Sorry that. I didn't hear you this. I wasn't thinking that.
Count to ten. Like Soda says, count. to. ten. One, two … don't say anything … three, four … don't do anything … five, six, Soda heard you and'll repeat it the second you're gone … seven … but when Soda says it, he'll listen … eight … goddamn kid never listens to you … nine—
You rip the book from his hands and hurl it on the floor. "I said I won't be home till late."
"Easy, man." Soda smacks your arm and steps in front of Pony. "It ain't a big deal."
Pony retrieves the book and stomps off to his room. He flips you the bird, and you return the gesture.
Soda's right. It ain't a big deal. Logically, you know that, but the side of the brain that knows can't get the other to calm the fuck down.
It ain't Pony's fault you're pulling a double shift. It ain't Pony's fault you haven't slept a full night since the accident. It ain't Pony's fault you're an asshole. "Pony," you call out to his closed door, "if you wanna smoke more than a pack today, go ahead."
If he hears you, it's a peace offering. If he doesn't, well, good.
IV: He considers your feelings, but you can't make sense of his.
"Happy Brother's Day, I guess." Pony shoves a hand-drawn card in front of you. "I know you ain't Dad, but still thought I should do something."
You open it and can't even register or digest the words. They span the entire card, and he probably put a thousand times more thought into them than you did his birthday gift.
"Thank you." You shoot up and wrap both arms around him tight. Thank you is all you can produce. He's the wordsmith of the family, not you.
"Jesus, don't crush me. You trying to kill me?"
"Nah, not today at least." You let go and gently pat his back. "Listen, you're an all right kid, Pony. I mean that. Ignore me when I tell you otherwise."
"Yeah, okay." Now he can't find his words. "I mean thanks." Face beet red, he moves to slink away just as fast as he'd slipped the card in front of you.
"Hey, wait." You sling an arm around his shoulder and pull him back. "Wanna go to Dairy Queen or a movie or something? I mean, for Father— Brother's Day. I got the day off."
"They aren't open on Sundays."
Shit. So much for that.
"But next time you time got the day off"— he leans into the embrace—"I'd like that."
He can read you like he reads his books, and you, you'll never find the right way you say you love him.
So instead, you'll suffer through one of his movies to show him you love him.
And you do love him.
Just as a brother.
You'll never be his father.
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hi guys i wrote this check it out im not a writer btw sorry if it kinda sucks
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i’m reading the outsiders again. help.
#this is my FAV BOOK EVER#i may be posting some shit soon kekekeke#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#outsiders fanfic
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In which Sylvia plays with Dally's bootyhole <3 @holdencaulfieldsgf
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Troublemaker || Dallas "Dally" Winston
Summary: Request -Hiiii! can you do a Dallas Winston x Curtis Sister Reader (maybe sodapop's twin?) who is soooo different than soda. She's a firecracker with a mouth on her that gets her in trouble? Dally finds himself repeatedly rescuing the Curtis sister reader, who always seems to get into trouble with her sharp tongue and rebellious streak... Read Rest Here
A/N: I kinda love this one deeply. Something about a troublemaker loving another one gets writing (alot) hahah hope you guys enjoy! Kinda OOC Dally at some points but idc, I love it!
Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Curtis Sister)
Word Count: 5.3k +
TW: choice words, fighting, punching, blood, general Outsiders TW
1. Clowns at the Drive-In:
The night was alive with the buzz of excitement at the local drive-in, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and gasoline. The flickering lights of the movie screen cast shadows across the rows of cars parked haphazardly, each filled with eager teenagers seeking a brief escape from the monotony of their everyday lives.
But for you, the Curtis sister, it spelled trouble. Perched on the hood of your twin brother Sodapop's car, you exchanged barbs with a group of Socs who had taken offense to your sharp retorts and fiery demeanor. Sodapop himself was inside the concession stand, chatting with a few friends, while your youngest brother Ponyboy was engrossed in a book, oblivious to the brewing confrontation outside. You’d never catch Darry at one of these movie nights anymore.
"You think you're real funny, huh?" one of the Socs sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he loomed over you, his companions snickering behind him.
You merely smirked, unfazed by the hostility radiating from the group. "Funny enough to make you clowns laugh, that's for sure."
Your words were met with a chorus of jeers and taunts, fueling the fire of your defiance as you squared your shoulders and met their gazes head-on. But just as the tension reached its boiling point, a looming figure emerged from the concession stand, cutting through the crowd with a swagger that commanded attention. For Dally always had his eyes on you. Especially after your parents passed.
Dallas Winston, the epitome of reckless abandon and untamed rebellion, emerged from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey. His presence alone commanded attention, the faint glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he sauntered towards the confrontation with an air of nonchalance.
As he drew closer, his leather jacket seemed to gleam in the dim light of the drive-in, the scent of cigarette smoke trailing behind him like a phantom. His gaze swept over the scene before him, taking in every detail with a predatory intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those unlucky enough to meet his stare. Dallas freaking Winston.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dally drawled, his voice low and dripping with utter irritation as he finally spoke, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation before him.
The Socs, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting from hostility to uncertainty as they recognized the infamous greaser in their midst. But despite their feigned courage, there was an underlying sense of unease in their demeanor, a silent acknowledgment of the danger that lurked beneath Dally's cool exterior.
"This ain't none of your business, Winston," one of them muttered, his voice tinged with defiance but faltering in the face of Dally's imposing presence.
Dally merely smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stepped between them and you, effectively cutting off any further confrontation with his sheer presence alone. His posture radiated confidence, a silent warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
"I think it is now," he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine as you watched from your perch on the hood of the car. “You made it my problem.”
There was a tense silence as the standoff continued, the air heavy with anticipation as both sides weighed their options. But before things could escalate further, Dally's gaze flickered towards the Socs with a silent warning, a promise of consequences should they choose to push their luck any further.
With a final, angry glance in their direction, the Socs begrudgingly backed down, their bravado no match for the steely resolve of the infamous greaser. And as they slunk away into the shadows, defeated but not defeated, you couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude mixed with a sense of awe at the enigmatic figure who had just saved you from a brawl you couldn't have won.
After Dallas stepped between you and the Socs, a cocky grin spread across his lips, revealing that usual glint of mischief in his eyes. "Your welcome, sweetheart," he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he turned his attention to you.
You bristled at his audacity, your temper flaring like a matchstick ignited. With a roll of your eyes, you shot back, "Don't flatter yourself, tough guy. I could've handled those idiots just fine on my own."
Dallas chuckled, unfazed by your sharp retort. "Sure, looked like it," he remarked, his grin widening as he leaned against the hood of Sodapop's car, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement.
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. "You know, not everyone needs a knight in shining armor to come to their rescue."
Dally raised an eyebrow, his expression turning contemplative as he studied you. "Maybe not, but it sure beats getting your pretty face smashed in by a bunch of Soc’s."
Your cheeks flushed with indignation at his comment, but you couldn't deny the underlying truth in his words. With a huff of frustration, you conceded defeat, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, maybe I owe you one," you muttered under your breath, your pride refusing to let you admit defeat outright.
Dally's grin widened at your admission, a glimmer of triumph shining in his eyes. "You owe me more than just one, sweetheart," he replied, his tone teasing as he pushed himself off the car. and sauntered away, leaving you seething with a mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration.
While you watched him disappear into the darkness, you couldn't help but wonder what it was about Dallas Winston that both infuriated and intrigued you in equal measure. And as the night stretched on, you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that your paths were destined to cross time and time again, whether you liked it or not.
2. A Brush with the Law:
In the midst of your rebellious streak, you found yourself in a predicament that even your usually suave tongue couldn't talk your way out of. It was one of those nights where mischief seemed like the only way to break free from the suffocating grip of the mundane.
The evening began innocently enough, with you and a few friends roaming the streets in search of excitement. The city lights flickered like distant stars, casting shadows that danced along the pavement, teasing you with the promise of adventure. But as the night wore on, the allure of mischief grew stronger, pulling you deeper into its grasp with each passing moment.
It started with harmless pranks and playful banter, the kind of mischief that left a trail of laughter in its wake. But as the hours stretched on and the adrenaline surged through your veins, the line between harmless fun and reckless abandon began to blur. The world became a playground, and you were determined to make the most of it, consequences be damned.
By now, the cops knew you on a first-name basis from all the petty trouble you had caused. They had become all too familiar with your antics, chasing after you like a dog chasing its tail, only to watch helplessly as you slipped through their fingers time and time again. They had warned you countless times, given you more chances than you deserved, but tonight felt different.
Tonight, there was a weariness in their eyes, a sense of resignation that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. They were tired. Tired of dealing with your antics, tired of letting you off with a warning only to see you back at it again the next day. It was as if they had reached the end of their patience, the final straw in a long line of frustrations that stretched back further than you cared to remember.
But even in the face of their stern warnings and thinly veiled threats, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. The thrill of rebellion was a drug, intoxicating and irresistible, and you were hooked. It was a dangerous game you played, dancing on the edge of disaster with reckless abandon, but in that moment, it was the only thing that made you feel truly alive. You needed it.
As they cornered you in the dimly lit alley, their voices stern and faces etched with grim determination, the threat of spending the night in jail loomed over you like a dark cloud. Panic gripped your chest in a vise-like grip, squeezing the air from your lungs as you frantically scanned the surroundings for a way out. But the walls of the alley closed in around you, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless, like a mouse caught in a cat's claws.
Your mind raced with thoughts of the consequences awaiting you if you were to be taken into custody. You couldn't shake the image of your oldest brother Darry's disappointed face, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern as he realized the extent of your latest misadventure. You knew he would be furious, not just at the trouble you had gotten yourself into, but at the worry and stress it would inevitably cause him and your other brothers. The fear of facing Darry's wrath was almost suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest as you grappled with the realization of just how badly you had messed up. In your reckless pursuit of excitement and rebellion, you had failed to consider the consequences of your actions, the fallout that would inevitably follow in their wake.
Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a familiar figure emerged from the entrance of the alley, his presence a welcome relief in the darkness. Dallas Winston stepped forward with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his piercing gaze locking with the officers' with an unwavering intensity.
"Easy there, fellas," Dally drawled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement that bordered on insolence. "No need to get your badges in a twist."
His words sliced through the tension in the alleyway like a well-honed blade, disrupting the somber atmosphere with an unexpected twist. The officers, taken aback by Dallas's nonchalant demeanor, exchanged wary glances, unsure of how to respond to his brazen defiance.
But Dally, ever the master of manipulation, wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to sway the officers to your side. With a casual shrug of his shoulders and a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips, he stepped forward, closing the distance between you and the law enforcement with a confidence that bordered on audacity.
"Look, we all know she's a handful," Dally continued, his voice smooth and persuasive, laced with an undertone of genuine concern. "But taking her in ain't gonna solve anything. Trust me, I've tried. You know what they’ve been through."
As he spoke, a flicker of empathy flashed in his eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the turmoil that had plagued your life since your parents' untimely demise. He knew all too well the pain of loss, the ache of abandonment that lingered long after the funeral flowers had withered away. And though he rarely showed it, there was a part of him that understood the reckless desperation that drove you to seek solace in acts of rebellion.
The officers, their resolve waning in the face of Dallas's persuasive charm, exchanged hesitant glances, silently wrestling with their conscience. They knew the Curtis family's tragic history, knew the burden of responsibility that weighed heavily on your shoulders in the wake of your parents' death. And as they looked into your eyes, they saw not a delinquent, but a lost soul searching for a way to fill the void left behind by loss and grief.
With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire world, the lead officer relented. His shoulders slumped in defeat; the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into his weary face as he stepped aside to allow you to pass. "Fine," he grumbled, the resignation evident in his voice, "but this is the last time."
His words hung heavy in the air, a somber reminder of the precarious balance between leniency and accountability that governed their duties as law enforcement officers. They had given you more chances than you deserved, turned a blind eye to your transgressions time and time again, but they knew that their patience was wearing thin. There was only so much they could overlook before the hammer of justice came crashing down with unrelenting force.
Dally, ever the opportunist, seized upon the moment of vulnerability with a triumphant smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He nodded in acknowledgment, a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken agreement as he draped an arm around your shoulders with an air of possessiveness. "Appreciate it, fellas," he remarked, his voice oozing with satisfaction as he guided you away from the alley, away from the looming threat of incarceration.
And as you walked side by side into the night, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had come to your rescue once again. You glanced up at him, the flickering streetlights casting shadows across his features, and offered him a tentative smile of thanks. It was a small gesture, a token of appreciation for his unwavering loyalty and unyielding support in the face of adversity.
As you looked at him, his cocky grin softened by a flicker of genuine concern, you couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that drew you in like a moth to a flame. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, now held a warmth that caught you off guard, melting away the layers of cockiness to reveal a glimmer of vulnerability beneath.
But before you could dwell on it further, Dally's voice broke through your reverie, his words laced with a hint of amusement that conveyed the seriousness lurking just beneath the surface.
"You're quite the troublemaker, sweetheart," he remarked, his tone playful yet tinged with a note of concern.
You rolled your eyes in response, a smirk of your own tugging at the corners of your lips. "And you're quite the smooth talker, Winston," you replied, unable to hide the admiration in your voice despite your best efforts.
As the words left your lips, Dally's expression shifted, his smirk fading into a more serious expression. There was a weightiness to his gaze, a silent question lingering in the air as he studied you intently, his eyes searching for the truth behind your casual facade.
"Hey, are you actually alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual playfulness. His concern was palpable, genuine, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he typically presented to the world. "This isn't like you, getting caught by the fuzz like that."
His unexpected tenderness caught you off guard, the sincerity in his question piercing through the layers bullshit you typically wore like armour. You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the depth of his concern, before offering him a small nod of reassurance.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears. You forced a casual tone, hoping to brush off the weight of his inquiry, the nagging doubts that gnawed at the edges of your mind. "Just got a little carried away, that's all."
But even as you spoke, you knew it wasn't just a momentary lapse in judgment. There was a restlessness inside you, a longing for something more than the mundane routine of everyday life, that drove you to seek out trouble wherever you could find it. And in that moment, as you stood before Dally with his piercing gaze fixed upon you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you.
Dally continued to study you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and understanding. He didn't press further, sensing that there was more to your story than you were willing to reveal. Instead, he offered you a small, understanding smile, a silent reassurance that he would be there for you whenever you were ready to open up.
"I get it," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."
His words caught you off guard, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest at the sincerity behind them. And as you met his gaze, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had dared to care when no one else did.
With a subtle squeeze of his arm around your shoulders, Dally offered you a reassuring smile, a silent promise that he would always be there to watch your back, no matter what trouble you managed to find yourself in. And as you walked side by side into the night, the echoes of his words mingling with the sounds of the city, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had dared to care when no one else did.
3. Escaping a Sticky Situation:
As the Friday night lights illuminated the football field, casting a glow of excitement over the small town, the air crackled with anticipation. It was meant to be a harmless prank, a bit of mischief to inject some excitement into the dull routine of small-town life. But what had started as a simple joke quickly spiraled out of control, and you, the Curtis sister, found yourself in a precarious situation.
The prank had been innocent enough at first—a bit of good-natured rivalry between the Greasers and the Socs. However, things took a dangerous turn when the Soc boys, their egos bruised and their tempers flaring, decided to retaliate with more than just words. They targeted you, singling you out from the crowd, their menacing glares and clenched fists leaving no doubt about their intentions.
Your heart raced with adrenaline, panic clawing at your chest as you frantically searched for a way out of the tightening circle of Soc boys. But as the situation grew more dire, Dallas Winston yet again emerged like a savior in the darkness, his presence a welcome relief amidst the chaos and looming threat of violence. By this point you were convinced it was your brothers who had him watching you for how else could he, quite literally, always be there to say you from these situations?
As the chaos unfolded near the stands, Dallas Winston's arrival seemed almost surreal. At first, his laughter echoed across the small courtyard area, a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air. But as he surveyed the scene, his amusement quickly morphed into a glare of righteous anger.
"Buncha tough guys picking on a little lady, huh?" Dally's voice cut through the chaos like a knife, his tone dripping with disdain as he confronted the Soc boys. His words carried a weight of accusation, a challenge to their masculinity and decency.
As Dally's words hung in the air, the Soc boys hesitated, their usual boastfulness faltering under his scathing gaze. But one of them, bolder—or perhaps more foolish—than the rest, reached out and laid a hand on your arm, his grip tight and menacing.
Instantly, Dally saw red.
With a feral growl, he lunged forward, his fists flying in a blur of motion as he unleashed a barrage of punches on the Soc who dared to lay hands on you. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, the sound echoing across the field like a drumbeat of fury.
The other Soc boys, realizing their mistake too late, attempted to intervene, but Dally was a force to be reckoned with. With a ferocity born of righteous anger, he fought like a man possessed, his only thought to protect you from harm.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only seconds, Dally's onslaught came to an end. The Soc who had dared to touch you lay crumpled on the ground, bloodied, and bruised, but alive.
Dally stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline, his eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and triumph. The other Soc's had long since fled, likely for help. But he didn’t give a damn. His attention was now on you. And as he turned to you, his expression softened with a mixture of relief and concern, seeing you standing there relatively unharmed. It was when he saw the tears in your eyes that he knew he had to do something.
Dally's gaze softened further as he approached you with caution, the fire in his eyes dimming to reveal a rare glimpse of vulnerability. He reached out tentatively, his rough hand coming to rest on your shoulder in a gesture of comfort. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the violence that had just unfolded moments before.
"Hey, it's alright, sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to the turmoil raging inside you. "You're okay. It’ll be alright." He attempted to console you as best as he could, however it wasn’t his strong suit.
But the tears continued to flow unabated, a testament to the fear and adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You tried to hold them back, to maintain the facade of strength and resilience that had always been your shield against the world. But in that moment, with Dally standing before you, all of your defenses crumbled.
Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you buried your face in your hands, the weight of the night crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You could feel the tremors wracking your body, the sobs tearing from your throat in ragged gasps.
Dally watched you carefully, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. Without a bit of hesitation, he wrapped you in a warm embrace, pulling you close to his chest as if to shield you from the world's cruelties. His arms felt surprisingly comforting, a safe haven amidst the chaos that had engulfed you.
"Oh, sweetheart. It's okay to let it out," he whispered gently, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your storm. "You're safe now, darlin'. I've got you."
His words washed over you like a gentle wave, calming the storm of emotions raging inside you. For the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to lean into his embrace, to find solace in the warmth of his presence. As the tears continued to fall, Dally held you close, his grip firm yet gentle. He didn't try to offer empty reassurances or false promises. Instead, he simply held you, a silent pillar of strength in the darkness.
The Unexpected Thank You:
As the weight of the night's events settled upon your shoulders like a heavy cloak, you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you. The adrenaline that had fueled you earlier now gave way to a profound sense of exhaustion, both physical and emotional. And in the quiet solitude of the street, with only Dally's presence beside you, you felt the walls you had carefully built around your heart begin to crumble.
"Thank you, Dallas," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a rawness you hadn't expected. "For everything."
Your words hung in the air, vulnerable and exposed, a stark contrast to the tough exterior you usually wore like armor. In that moment, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, as if a weight had been lifted from your chest. For so long, you had been carrying the burden of your troubles alone, too afraid to let anyone else see the cracks in your facade. But with Dally standing beside you, offering a silent anchor in the storm, you found yourself finally able to let go.
When you looked into his eyes, you saw something flicker beneath the tough exterior, something vulnerable and achingly human. It was a mirror of your own inner turmoil, a silent acknowledgment of the pain and loneliness that lurked within you both. And in that shared moment of vulnerability, you realized that perhaps, just perhaps, you were more alike than you had ever dared to imagine.
As Dally enveloped you in his embrace for the second time that night, his arms offering solace and refuge, a tender silence settled between you, broken only by the soft sound of your quiet sobs. In that moment, words seemed inadequate to express the depth of the emotions coursing through you both. But as you held each other close, your hearts spoke volumes, weaving a silent symphony of understanding and compassion.
"You don't have to be strong all the time, you know," Dally murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear. "It's okay to let yourself feel, to let yourself grieve."
His words resonated deep within you, stirring a bittersweet ache in your chest. For so long, you had tried to bury your pain beneath layers of confidence and defiance, afraid to confront the gaping hole that your mother and fathers absence had left behind. But in Dally's embrace, you found the courage to face your demons, to confront the rawness of your grief without fear of judgment or rejection.
With trembling hands, you clung to him, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. And as you spoke of your mother, of the memories that still lingered like ghosts in the corners of your mind, you felt a sense of liberation wash over you, as if by giving voice to your pain, you could finally set yourself free.
"I miss her, Dally. I miss them," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. "Every day, it feels like a piece of me is missing. Like I'm lost without her. She was my best friend and now she’s just gone.”
Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the relentless passage of time. And as you gazed into Dally's eyes, you saw your own pain reflected back at you, a shared understanding that transcended words.
"You're not alone, sweetheart," Dally replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I may not have all the answers, but I'll be damned if I let you face this alone."
In that moment, you felt a surge of gratitude and affection for the tough greaser who had stood by your side through thick and thin. In his arms, you found a sense of belonging you had never known, a sanctuary from the storm of emotions that raged within you.
In the hushed intimacy of your embrace, the turmoil within you quieted, replaced by a sense of tranquility you had never known. But amidst the stillness, a storm raged within you, a tempest of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume you.
With each steady heartbeat, you felt the tendrils of affection wrapping around your heart, weaving a tapestry of emotions you struggled to comprehend. The way his touch ignited a warmth deep within you, the way his voice soothed the turmoil of your soul — these were sensations you had never experienced before, and yet they felt undeniably right.
As you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you couldn't shake the realization that your feelings for Dally surpassed mere gratitude or admiration. It was something more, something you couldn't quite put into words but felt with every fiber of your being.
In the quiet of the night, you allowed yourself to explore these newfound emotions, to sift through the tangled mess of your thoughts and feelings. And in doing so, you came to a startling revelation — you liked him, more than you had ever dared to admit.
But the thought of confessing your feelings to Dally filled you with a heady mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if your friendship was forever altered by your admission? Yet, as you glanced up at him, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, you saw a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored your own. Perhaps, you thought, he felt the same way — a silent understanding that transcended words.
Summoning your courage, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to do. With a trembling hand, you reached up to cup his cheek, your touch feather-light against his stubbled skin.
"Dally," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."
As your eyes met, you sensed an unspoken understanding passing between you. Without needing further words, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. It was a tender gesture, filled with reassurance and affection, a silent promise of his unwavering support and care.
But before you could utter another word, Dally's hand gently tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours with a intensity that made your heart race.
"I need to tell you something too," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the soft night breeze.
Your breath caught in your throat as you waited, anticipation coursing through every fiber of your being.
"Doll," he continued, his voice husky with emotion, "I've been wanting to say this for a while now, but I ain't never found the right words. I reckon there’s no fancy way to put it, so I'll just say it straight."
He took a deep breath, steeling himself before meeting your gaze once more.
"I love you," he confessed, his words hanging in the air like a sacred vow.
Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, emotions swirling within you like a tempest. For so long, you had harbored these feelings, afraid to voice them, afraid of what they might mean for your friendship, for your future. But now, as those three simple words hung in the air between you, you felt as if a weight had been lifted from your chest, replaced by a warmth that radiated from the very core of your being.
You searched his eyes, seeking confirmation of the truth you dared to believe. And there, amidst the depths of his gaze, you found it — sincerity, vulnerability, and a love that mirrored your own. It was a revelation that left you breathless, a realization that this connection you shared transcended the boundaries of friendship, binding you together in a bond that felt unbreakable.
"I love you too, Dally," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, as if afraid that speaking the words aloud would make them disappear into the night.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world fading into insignificance as you both basked in the sheer weight of those words. They held within them the promise of a future unknown, yet somehow certain in its inevitability. And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you, as if you had finally found your place in the world.
With his arms around you, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, no matter what storms threatened to tear you apart, you had each other. Together, you could weather any adversity, conquer any obstacle that stood in your path. For in each other's arms, you found strength, comfort, and a love that knew no bounds.
"Hey," he whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear as he held you close. "You don't have to say anything more. I'm here, and I ain't goin' nowhere."
For the first time in a while you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a profound gratitude for the man who stood by your side through thick and thin. With a heartfelt sigh, you nestled against him, finding solace in his presence as you stood together beneath the starlit sky. In his embrace, you found sanctuary, a refuge from the uncertainties of the world outside. And as you looked up at the twinkling stars above, you knew that your love would light the way through even the darkest of nights, guiding you towards a future filled with endless possibilities.
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Lust
Sodapop Curtis x f!OC
Warnings: smut
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: what you are about to read is a part of my fanfiction on AO3 called "Bad Influence”. If you are interested in it, you can find me by my username @18caramel, or by clicking on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192
pictures taken from Pinterest :)
It was dark in the bedroom. Dusty curtains blocked all the lights, and they decided to keep it that way. Natalie couldn't dare to light up the candle she spotted on the nightstand, too afraid to burn her fingers. Soda searched the kitchen for a box of matches and naturally wanted to open the cupboard, but it was locked, which raised suspicion, but then again, he wasn't the one to judge. He stole a bottle of wine, promising to himself that he'd return the favor to the owner.
When they finally lit it, the room showed its colors. Natalie lay on her stomach on the scarlet blanket, her feet swinging in the air as she read a magazine that she found under the bed. When she finally looked at him, her eyes were blazing red. The red wine that Soda brought into the bedroom blended well with the feeling he gained from seeing her white clothes contrast with the bedroom. And the intimacy of the moment that he sought for the past two years was telling him that they weren't doing anything wrong.
Soda didn't need alcohol to get drunk to enjoy it, but it seemed like she did. They stayed up another half hour finding out more about themselves, talking about school, their families, and their interests, without any physical contact.
"Have you had a girlfriend before?" Natalie asked him, still chuckling about the joke he made earlier.
"Yeah. I had a few, but I'd say I had only one real relationship." Sodapop made quotation marks with his fingers but saw that Natalie wasn't looking at his hands. She locked her eyes with his, and he sensed that she had probably drunk too much.
"Oh." She looked surprised, "Why did you break up?"
"She cheated on me," Sodapop replied without telling anything else. It seemed like it was enough. Soda looked at her, seeing the guilt drawn all across her face. Saying that Sandy got pregnant with another man would make her regret asking for anything else even more.
"I'm sorry." Natalie said, placing her hand on his thigh, "I never had a boyfriend before."
Soda didn't want to add anything to it. His heart ached just like the day he had received her letter, unopened. First love always stung, and he wondered if Sandy ever thought about him after she left. He could never find out, she never wrote back, never called.
Soda glanced at her, understanding what she meant. She never had to experience that kind of heartbreak or maybe none at all, she had both of her parents alive and a brother who looked after her. Soda's eyes faded but he tried to push the negative thoughts away. Comparing himself to her wouldn't do him any good. And what was the point? Natalie seemed to like him the way he was.
Maybe she never had a boyfriend before, but she sure made it look like a lie when she put her hand on his cheek and gently kissed him. He wasn't expecting it from her, Soda imagined that she would want him to make the first step. Alcohol probably played a big role in her confidence, but Soda didn't mind. Only maybe it was too soon.
Then he really thought she was fibbing. Her tongue ended up in Soda's mouth in a matter of seconds, and he really couldn't put his mind on how she could want them to get closer that quickly. Jealousy was building up inside of him because she did it well, and maybe her word for 'boyfriend' wasn't implying any ephemeral dates. They were sitting on the bed that whole time, Soda's right hand holding the empty glass of wine, the other sliding down her waist.
Natalie soon got wilder, sitting on Soda's lap. The glass of wine put aside, he grabbed her waist with his hands gripping her body as she held his face in hers. The temperature rose, and Soda's guilt did too - he couldn't drop the thought of it being too inopportune. Not that he didn't want it, but because he was too afraid to ruin everything. He kept telling himself that he wasn't the one to insinuate it and tried to forget Steve scolding him for going out to see her. He told him many stories, but it was usually greasers who took advantage of girls from the West, not the other way around. He wished he'd drunk a bit more wine.
He finally took a break from his thoughts when he was shirtless. It didn't bother him anymore because he liked what they were doing. Soda laid her down on the bed, his lips exploring her bare neck and collarbone. She closed her eyes. The light coming from the candle let Soda see her smiling. He felt relieved about everything. The past years were harsh, Darry working two jobs, and Ponyboy studying like never before. And Soda could finally exhale.
Natalie sat up and took off her cardigan with the shirt underneath it, letting Soda know she was serious about what was happening. Her eyes radiated lust as she watched him take a closer look at her body. It felt like she was in a rush and Soda wanted to take their time. Her unclipped bra told him that he wasn't the one who'd decide. Her words of never having a boyfriend replayed in his mind, and he desperately wanted to forget them because it made him doubt. Natalie knew what she was doing, taking full control of him.
But instead of assuming things Soda knew that he was old enough to address the issue. But he waited a bit, his hand trailing up her body and touching her breast. She didn't seem to mind it at all, she smiled through their kiss and took his other hand, placing it on the other one.
"We don't have to rush it." Soda broke the kiss. Natalie let go of him and fell on her back, her head resting against the pillow.
"But I want to." Natalie said, placing her left foot on his thigh, "Do you?"
"I want to but I don't know if you are ready for it," Soda admitted, trying not to make it sound too rough. It wasn't his intention to mock her for anything, he genuinely wanted her to feel ready. He had started to assume that maybe bringing her there was a bad idea, maybe she thought that they had to use that bed, and it's not what he wanted her to assume.
"I don't think I'm ready either." Natalie shook her head, "But I want you to please me."
Soda's widened eyes were about to fall out when he heard her say it. His heartbeat raced and he bit his bottom lip, trying not to fall for her words. He didn't know she was that confident, his first impression was that she was rather timid, but at that moment he knew that it was going to be hard for him to forget her if they'd parted separate ways.
"You're full of surprises." Soda smiled, and before she could've said anything he climbed on top of her, kissing her lips. Topless, they lay there for a few minutes, their tongues dancing around. He managed to get off his jeans, and Natalie pulled up her skirt, letting him touch her bare thighs. It's not like he's never done it before, he thought to himself, feeling his heart skip a beat when he felt the fabric of her underwear with his fingers. He didn't have a girlfriend for a long time but it never meant that he didn't have his guilty pleasures from time to time. Nobody really knew except Steve, Soda would never bring a random girl to the house, Darry would never allow it, and it could never set a good example to Ponyboy. Now it rather felt like Soda was the one that Natalie brought home, but he didn't mind. She knew what she wanted and he could easily give it to her.
When she felt Soda's finger slide in between them, she let out a moan, making Soda face her. His eyes were blazing now too. He felt her clit and took out his finger, placing it near her lips. Soda let out a small sigh when she licked it and got back to business, playing with her clit, rubbing it, and watching Natalie's face decompose with pleasure.
"Everything's okay?" Soda asked, trying to figure out if she wanted him to stop.
She nodded, smiling, "Keep going."
"Is this how you want me to please you?" Soda looked at her, his fingers traveling further down, his thumb still on her clit. Natalie kissed him, but he broke it, making her focus on the new pleasure that she was receiving.
Soda held her hand while he carefully inserted a finger, watching her eyes widen. Soda stopped for a moment, waiting for a green light. She didn't say anything, only nodded once again, catching her breath. He kissed her on the lips as he moved his finger back and forth, feeling the pain his erection was causing him since the first time they kissed.
"Get down," Natalie commanded, making Soda bite his lip. She sure did boost his confidence. He found it hot that she didn't feel ashamed of being there. He cocked an eyebrow, knowing that the next time he'd see her she would crawl back to him. Soda was sure she'd do anything to have her first time with him.
"Beg for it," Soda said as he kissed her body, inserting another finger. Natalie wasn't lying about not having a boyfriend, Soda thought, feeling the tightness of her walls, wishing his cock could have experienced it too. He licked her nipples, hearing her groan each time he'd bite them.
"Fuck," she let out a moan, gripping the bedsheets, "Soda, please, taste it."
She didn't need to say anything else because she secretly wanted it so bad that he was about to rip off her skirt and bend her over for what she had told him. But he could never let his lust hurt her, even if she wanted it.
Too bad, she'd have to wait, Soda thought, getting down. Two fingers in, the other two spreading her lips, he licked her clit, not taking his eyes or her. She was holding her breast with one hand, the other one still gripping the bed sheets. It didn't last too long, it was her first orgasm and she came as soon as Soda started to press his tongue harder and harder against her clit as he sucked it.
Her thighs tensed around Soda's head and then the pressure finally dropped. He took his wet fingers out of her, not licking them. He didn't want her to think that anything else was going to happen that night, it was more than enough.
He let her stay in bed as she tried to get back to her senses. He washed his hands and brought her a glass of water.
"How are you feeling?" Soda asked her after she thanked him.
"Great." She replied, yawning. Soda saw that she was getting sleepier, and accompanied her to the bathroom. Later, he blew off the candle, holding her body closer under the scarlet blanket.
A/N: thank u for reading! for a more in-depth story you can find it on AO3 "Bad Influence" by @18caramel, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192
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Sodapop when he first saw yo cute fine ass 🤍
First of all..when you walked into the DX. HAHAHA- boy just about fainted.
I’m serious.
He thought he was seein stars ✨
“👁️👄👁️ Steve..who is that”
“That’s y/n, she’s pretty sweet, as far as I talked to her.”
“Yeah..” he says absentmindedly
“Dude, your staring”
“What?! No I’m not..tf” “okkk whaaateva”
Y’all hanging out at his house with two bit Dallas and them
Expect to catch him staring at you.
You thinking you have something on your face.
“Is there something on my face?” “👁️👄👁️ ……huh? Oh- no”
Him losing his shit on the inside when you talk to him.
He has liked you since he saw ya and he could even say that he loves you.
Him blushing a lot.
“Aww soda blushin over his babaygorl *kissing noises*” “shut up two bit!!!!!*throws pillow*”
Him protecting you from socs.
Best believe someone gettin they shit rocked if they insult you.
When you two do end up dating…oh god..
You.have.him.whipped.
Says yes to anything you want. You are totally against it but he won’t budge.
“Can we get Mexican food?” Y’all already had Mexican food this week but he says yes anyway. “Of course babe” “we don’t have to” “babe..if you want Mexican food then we are getting Mexican food.”
“Now give me a kiss” so adorable 🥰 🫶
Cuddles in the back of his car.
…he will stare at your ass. I’m not even gonna lie.
You could literally be just laying on his bed.
“Dayum gurl” “shut upuhhh”
The boys literally shipping you two like there is no tomorrow.
“Aww you guysss” “shut up dally”
He has to be kissin you or huggin you..or both.
Has his hand on your ass when your two are cuddling sometimes. WITH CONSENT!!!!
He is a boy of consent.
You are literally his baby, his boo boo
His sunshine
His ehitdvhjkkjswrhhjjytrfffhbnhr
Everything.
You mean everything to him fr fr.
This is him whenever you just breathe “❤️❤️🤍🤍❤️♥️💙💜💗🖤💛💖💞💚❣️💓🧡💘💝👩❤️👨🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🤍🤎😍😍😍😍😍😘😘🥰😘😘 AHHHHH FTYGFJIHDSWRIJJBVDGJK YOU SO FINE HDRYNGJVFYJMKK”
LMFAO
<3
🫶🫶🫶
Kissing you is like his FAVORITE thing ever.
You have him like “🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭”
He thinks about you before he falls asleep without even realizing it. So cute.
He talks about you. ALL.THE.TIME
“She’s just so beautiful Steve..i think I’m gonna marry her.” “Marry her? I’d love to see that.”
“🤭yeah..”
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FREE MY MAN BRO
(mention of suicide)
Ponyboy went through so much but you think it's not enough So you write a fanfic where he's almost forced to BITE THE CURB!?
"Oh my God Ponyboy just got a scholarship to college let's jump him and make the building he gets beat up in BURN"
"So it's just a regular Rumble why don't we STAB HIM and make him almost die"
"So Pony boys just doing homework in him and sodas bedroom how about a bunch of Socs fucking break in and beat the shit out of him and carve the word Greaser into his arm"
"Let's have dally accuse him of killing Bob and get him sent to jail for 5 years"
"How about he KILLS HIMSELF before he performs in his school play!!"
"Why don't we have darry physically and verbally abuse him and have the rest of the gang abuse a broken Ponyboy?!"
I swear this man cannot catch a break
"Ponyboy probably wasn't able to get out of Tulsa because of his nicotine addiction" NO STFU
And he's like one of the least problematic greasers!?!?
Like he barely even did anything wrong in the story
He honestly just went through too much for how you guys treat him
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Tomorrow, Yesterday — Chapter 7
you’ve waited long enough! i definitely had fun with this chapter and diving into my headcanons and backstory for Dally. i hope you all enjoy :)
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#Tomorrow Yesterday#the outsiders#outsiders#fanfic#outsiders fanfic#Dallas Winston#dally winston#Johnny Cade#dally x johnny#johnny x dally#darry curtis#tim shepard
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