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hiii can u perhaps write a darry fic where darry n reader have been pining after each other for actual ages but r still completely clueless that the other likes them despite like. doing chores/running errands together or straight up cuddling on the couch, to the point that the whole gang is like “okay this is ridiculous” and tries to get them together just to get it over with. despite being well meaning their plan is (affectionately) stupid and completely backfires but still ends in darry and reader confessing. unsure what exactly the plan is but my first thought is they lock the two of them in a closet accidentally?? idk. hopefully this is something????? thanks for reading thru this either way :D

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — we belong to you and me

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨. darry’s being painfully stupid, so the gang takes matters into their own hands.

𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥. darry curtis x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. swearing

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩. 2421

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. im sorry this took so long!! ive been ill 🤧 but i loved writing this so much and this request is sooo cutesy i loveeee it’s a bit ooc on everyone’s behalf but it’s just a bit of fun sooo!!! hope u enjoyed and this lived up to ur expectations

(y/n) and darry both were pretty smart but, god, they were being oblivious. maybe it was on purpose, both of them too scared to open up and admit their feelings incase it damaged the foundation they already have built. or maybe it wasn’t, and they were actually just a bit stupid. but whatever it was, they were both pretty content with the dynamic.

they first met almost a year ago, when (y/n) decided to start tutoring to help get her through college. she tutored maths, and with ponyboy’s decline in the subject, they sought out for her help. but then instead of just helping ponyboy, she ended up helping out a lot more around the household as time went on— and soon enough it seemed like she was a part of their own little family. and it didn’t take long until her and darry seemed to be getting closer.

it started off with simple things. simple tasks. like when (y/n) offered to do the dishes for darry. he protested, but (y/n) was more stubborn than that, and he knew that as well. they decided that they would just do them together.

“you’re quite stubborn, y’know,” darry chuckled, scrubbing the food off the plate with a sponge. he handed the now clean plate to (y/n).

(y/n) smiled smugly with a playful shrug, “how else do you think i get my way?” she teased. darry simply just kissed his teeth, shaking his head as he watched her dry off the plate.

ponyboy nudged sodapop’s arm from the table, leaning into him so his whisper could be eligible, “d’ya think they’d actually get together?” ponyboy asked, his voice quiet so only sodapop could hear.

“if they’re looking at each other like that— it’s only a matter of time,” sodapop chuckled, the brothers then sat and watched the way their older brother’s eyes were practically lightening up. all he was looking at was (y/n) dry plates, bowls, cutlery but if you didn’t know any better; you’d think he was looking at the eighth wonder of the world.

but to him, she was just that.

it then turned into her accompanying him to do mundane tasks. like go to the grocery store together. “where have y’all been?” two bit asked, watching as the pair walked back into the house. it was around noon now, (y/n) had came round early in the morning. it was a saturday, so she knew darry done his shopping today. “the store,” darry answered as if it was obvious, him and (y/n) now taking their coats off. “together?” it was steve’s turn to speak up, with a raised eyebrow as he walked through from the kitchen.

“yes…” (y/n) and darry answered in unison, not understanding what the point they were trying to make was.

steve, two bit, sodapop and ponyboy all just shared looks with amused expressions.

“i don’t get it,” (y/n) said to darry, as they began walking through to the kitchen.

“i don’t think we’re supposed to.”

but darry did indeed get it, and so did (y/n). but they didn’t tell each other that. instead, they just began unpacking the groceries together whilst making small talk.

but two nights later, was the final straw— for everyone. the gang had all been out watching a movie at the drive in together, and they were making their way back home. well, to the curtis’ home.

“you got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” dallas breathed out with a laugh, after he opened the front door to reveal (y/n) and darry sprawled on the couch. asleep. together.

ponyboy’s eyebrows furrowed at dallas’ words, and quickly pushed past him to see what the fuss was about. his mouth opened, a smile creeping onto his face, the rest of the gang peeking their heads through to see what was occurring.

ponyboy closed the door softly, ushering the gang outside. “right, guys, this has gone too far,” he spoke matter of factly.

“yeah, we need to do something!” sodapop exclaimed in agreement, steve smacked him to hint for him to stay quiet. “sorry,” soda muttered sheepishly.

“man, he’s your brother. just tell him to like, get her flowers, or somethin’,” dallas shrugged, the cigarette dangling between his lips muffling his words.

“he has. already. but he said it was just to say thank you,” ponyboy mocked darry’s voice.

dallas’ face dropped, “ain’t no way he’s getting some broad who ain’t even his girl flowers.”

“thats what i said!” sodapop agreed.

“maybe they are together, just secretly,” steve added his thoughts, but when he saw the confused looks surrounding him, he explained further, “maybe darry just wants to keep this to himself, huh?”

“and why’s that?” ponyboy questioned defensively, crossing his arms.

“i mean… considering y’all just saw them making physical contact on a couch and now y’all are devising some master plan…” steve trailed off sarcastically.

ponyboy shot steve a glare, “not the point,” he retorted.

“i ain’t against playing cupid,” two bit offered, the drunken words slipping off his lips with a slur.

johnny eyed two bit up and down, patting him on the shoulder lightly, “maybe next time, two.”

“right, we need a plan— this has gone too far. it’s startin’ to annoy me, y’know?” ponyboy brought the conversation back to the start, as he peeked through the window to see (y/n) and darry still peacefully asleep. darry was sat upright, his head fallen forward slightly as he rested. (y/n)’s head was on his chest, her legs tucked up as the soft hum of a nat king cole record played.

ponyboy turned back to the group, just to see them all staring at him expectantly. “well…. thoughts guys?”

the boys just stood there awkwardly, looking around, whistling whilst shuffling on their feet.

“come on, guys. nothing, really?” ponyboy sighed.

“you’re the smart one,” johnny retorted, the gang all nodding and uttering agreements.

with a sigh, ponyboy shook his head. he bit down on his lip in thought, as one sprung into his head.

“right, i’ve got it.”

it was the next day, just before dinner time when (y/n) was making her way over to the curtis house. she had phoned earlier to say she would be there for 6. (y/n) was never late, and the boys knew that and used that to their advantage. ponyboy was ‘looking’ through the closet for the toolbox that ‘steve was wanting’.

it was 5:58, twobit pretended to whistle at something on the tv— it was their planned signal.

“hey, darry! can you come help me?” ponyboy shouted out, and it was only a few seconds before darry was by his side in the closet. he began searching through the things that had been discarded there, to try find this toolbox.

little did he know, steve already had the toolbox.

“man, i swear i put it right here,” darry’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, as he stared around.

as if on cue, ponyboy heard the front door open and he knew it would be (y/n). he watched as darry continued struggling to find the hidden toolbox. ponyboy took this as his opportunity, and he began slowly taking strides backwards out of the small closet.

“hey, (y/n), how are you today?” soda greeted her, almost too enthusiastically— even for sodapop. (y/n) didn’t pay much mind to the behaviour, and just assumed he must be having a good day.

“i’m alright, soda, how are yo—“ before she could reply, her arm was grabbed by soda and he began dragging her in the direction of the closet. and most importantly, darry.

“that’s great, (y/n)! you like cats?”

“cats? yeah, uh, i guess,” she furrowed her eyebrows as they inched closer to the closet.

“think there’s one in here,” sodapop smiled innocently.

“soda, this is your closet—“ her sentence was once again cut off as she was pushed into the closet with the door then closed.

confused, she then went and tried to open the door. only to discover it had been locked.

“soda!” (y/n) called out, banging on the door.

“y’all will thank us later!”

“y’all?” (y/n) repeated, as she turned on her feet and was immediately met with darry’s presence. not expecting to see him, she jumped slightly at the surprise. “oh— hi, darry,” she breathlessly greeted him.

“hey,” he returned the greeting simply, with a sort of awkward smile at the proximity.

“take it you got no idea what’s going on either, huh?”

darry shook his head with a chuckle.

he did in fact know, he could tell what his younger brothers were up to.

but so did (y/n).

“y’all are not getting out until you confess your love for each other!”

“soda! you ain’t supposed to tell them! the love confession is supposed to happen organically!”

(y/n) felt her face heat up at the words, and she mentally thanked god it was now practically pitch black in the closet. darry laughed softly at his brother’s antics, a hand reaching his face, “i swear, sometimes i think they’re not real.”

“yeah, like social experiments or somethin’. only explanation,” (y/n) agreed with a similar laugh. silence then took over the atmosphere, and (y/n) rocked back and forth on her heels awkwardly.

“so…”

“sorry, about them, y’know,” darry motioned his head to the door, signalling to his little brothers.

(y/n) brushed it off, “don’t worry, it’s fine. i think it’s quite cute— at least they’re finding some way to entertain themselves, huh?”

darry nodded, “yeah, guess so.”

a couple of minutes turned into 10, and they were now sat facing each other with their backs to a wall. “i thought they’d give up after the first 2 minutes,” (y/n) said, her hands fiddling with the hem of her top in boredom.

“one thing about them, they don’t ever give up,” darry joked, making (y/n) nod.

“you ain’t lying,” (y/n) sighed out, tapping her fingers against her knee in a rhythm. darry bit the inside of his cheek, debating whether or not to speak what was on his mind. but before he could make a rational decision, it just came out anyway.

“y’know, thanks for everything. like for putting up with all of this and just like, everything ya do to help us. you ain’t gotta do all this y’know,” darry thanked her, clearing his throat. (y/n) couldn’t fight the smile that leaped onto her face at the comments.

“oh, it’s nothin’, dar. anythin’ to make your life easier,” she replied, with a soft shrug. darry listened to her words, and he really did believe her. he believed that she’s really do anything for him. he believed her, because he knew (y/n). she wouldn’t lie to him, and especially not just to flatter him. but he also believed (y/n), because he knew that he’d do anything for her too.

“yeah, i’d do anything for you too.”

it just came out, before darry realised the way he worded it was quite different compared to (y/n). and it came with a whole lot more… implications.

(y/n) could feel the blood soar through her veins, and her eyes practically light up at his words. “do you… mean that?”

darry gulped, nodding, “yeah— yeah, i do.”

(y/n) licked her lips with a grin, cocking her head to one side innocently. “so, if i asked ya, to kiss me, would you do it?” she asked, almost in a whisper.

it was now darry’s turn, his heart rate quickening and his eyes widening before a smile fell onto his face. he hesitated, before leaning towards her. if he had waited a moment longer, (y/n) might’ve thought he was preparing to reject her. she felt his rough and calloused hands mould softly against the softness of her face, he swiped his thumb along her cheek once. (y/n) broke the gap first, leaning in to press her lips against his. it was slow, and gentle, and soft. everything darry was, to her. and everything (y/n) was, to darry.

when the kiss broke, darry looked into (y/n)’s eyes. the only light being one’s shining through small gaps between the door and the floorboards. “i really hoped you ain’t just asked me that so we can get outta here,” darry piped up playfully, with a teasing tone.

(y/n) laughed, looking down before looking back at him. darry joined in on the laughter, before it faded away gently. (y/n) then saw how darry’s expression changed, one of affection and love to one of amusement and almost as if he was— puzzled.

“what?”

darry didn’t reply, and instead just let go of his grip on (y/n) and stood up. he grabbed a box that was on a shelf and opened it, pulling out a key. he showed it to (y/n) momentarily before ushering for her to stand up. she nodded and obliged. he stuck the key into the door, and turned it as it opened inwards. him and (y/n) stood to the side, a small flood of the boys falling into the room.

“took y’all long enough,” ponyboy groaned as he stretched, attempting to stand up off the ground.

“so what? are y’all like married now?” steve asked, he walked past the closet, handing the toolbox to darry. darry looked down at the toolbox and back up at steve.

“you little—“

“if y’all do get married, can i be the officiant? i have a license,” two bit teased, but there was a hint of sincerity in his voice. he grabbed soda’s hand to help him off the ground.

“somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” (y/n) shook her head at two bit’s words, before sodapop was the next to speak up.

“really, that was so darn cute, felt like i was watching a movie!” soda exclaimed, as he then pulled johnny off the ground who still had the cup was that was pressed against the door and his ear, in his hand.

“yeah, took y’all long enough,” dallas added on, from the table.

(y/n) and darry’s heads snapped to dallas, who they hadn’t even realised was there the whole time.

“you were in on it too, dal?” (y/n) practically gasped. she never really pegged him to care about this stuff.

“what can i say? i’m quite the romeo, when i want to be,” dallas quipped sarcastically, kicking his feet up onto the table.

(y/n) scoffed, but she couldn’t help but be amused. all these boys, all came together just to make their older brother and friend happy. it was quite wholesome.

secretly, she thanked god they done it. she wasn’t sure how much longer she could’ve played stupid.

and darry wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve ignored the look in her eyes.

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lvrface · 6 months ago

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❛❛ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❜❜

dallas winston, the outsiders (1983) x oc!cory davis

introduction

𝜗𝜚

“𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚,

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚

𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚”

𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀

𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆

𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲,

𝘰𝘳

𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻

𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁’𝘃𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘁

𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵.

CORY DAVIS, decided at 11 years old she wanted to go by “Cory” instead of her given name, “Cordelia”, because there was a girl in her class called ‘Dylan’ and she thought that was really cool— a girl with a traditionally masculine name. So, after school, she stormed home and demanded her family referred to her as ‘Cory’ from now on. Her mother simply scoffed at her and told her to not be silly, her father, on the other hand, nodded and just smiled as if it was nothing out the ordinary. That seemed to be the dynamic in the family a lot— the impulsive father who would do anything to make his little girl happy, and the stern mother who made sure to keep her daughter in check. Cory never realised it at the time, but it was a good balance. That was until it became an imbalance: her parents ended up separating. It wasn’t messy, or anything of the sorts, which made it feel weird to Cory. She had heard about kids breaking down and changing completely because of the complicated divorce their parents went through, but it felt almost unfair for Cory to act out in the same way; it was all, peaceful, she guessed? Was she allowed to grieve? Be upset? She wasn’t sure. But what she did know, is when her dad ended up moving state, it hurt like a bitch. And she remembered how he would tell her he’d “do anything for her”, but he couldn’t even stay. He couldn’t even stay for his little girl. And that’s when Cory Davis decided on three principles to live by: love wasn’t real, don’t trust men and no one knows you like you know yourself.

BUT THEN PUBERTY CAME, and Cory wasn’t sure she could live by the third principle anymore. Along came Anne, a girl from Texas, who moved into her 7th grade class. And one thing led to another, and Anne seemed to know Cory better than she knew herself. So that was that one out the window, but Cory was determined to live by the other two. Love wasn’t real, and do not trust men. The only time Cory felt like love was real or she could trust men was when she saw it playing in front of her on a movie screen, watching the protagonist trust the romantic interest so deeply during a choreographed dance scene and falling oh so in love whilst singing their hearts out. Ever since then, Cory decided she would do whatever it would take to be like that— be on the screen, loving someone and trusting someone. Even if it was all pretend, if she could make little girls like her who had no hope left in them feel like how she did; it would all be worth it. And that’s when Cory’s mom began working two jobs to pay for Cory’s dance classes, taught by the best dance teacher in the city— Jerry Langfield. Cory remembers how during her first dance class, Jerry told them, “if you want to be stars, listen to what I say and trust me.” Well, there goes the second principle.

WHEN THE SUMMER CAME, indicating the end of Cory’s senior year and the start of her ‘adult life’, she had never been more stuck in her life. Cory’s grades were okay, mostly consisting of a few Cs and couple of Bs, which were just enough to get her into the local community college. But she knew that wasn’t enough, her heart craved more for her life than that. She needed to get away, she just wasn’t sure how and when. So until she did figure it out, she would stay here, doing what teenagers (who think they’re too grown up to be treated like kids, but too young to be faced with actual consequences) do best: partying, drinking, smoking, and talking to random boys they couldn’t take home— way past their curfew. And when another one of those random boys walk up to Cory with a stupid smirk on his face that intrigued her more than she wanted to admit, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could live by the first principle.

𝜗𝜚

(first chapter coming soon.)

#dallas winston #fanfic #fluff #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #x reader #darry curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #the outsiders #two bit mathews #angst

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lvrface · 6 months ago

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I absolutely love your writing style and your bloggg they're so adorable 💕💕 I was requesting a sodapop fic with a fem!reader that's similar to karen smith from mean girls if that makes sense. Like they're dating and have a bunch of cute moments tgether

thank you baby 💝, and eeekkk im so doing this as hcs!!!

“which way is left?” ; sodapop x ditzy y/n

Sodapop and his dim-witted girlfriend, who make silly faces at eachother from across the room.

Sodapop, who cant agree on a time to meet up with his ditzy girlfriend because she “never learned how to read a clock.”

Darry who can’t help but raise an eyebrow at sodapop, as Soda explains a joke to you that should have been obvious.

Soda having to whisper to his not-so-bright baby that the person they’re gossiping about is within ear-shot.

Soda guiding his absent-minded love through large crowds of greasers.

Soda giving you kisses on each of your cheeks to remind you which is left & which is right.

Soda who enjoys your semi-naivety, because it feels like a “breath of fresh air” compared to the serious & tough attitudes his brothers dish out.

(now for a teensy drabble cause ily all sm!)

“Baby wait up a minute!” Soda called out jogging after you.

“Oh hi! Sorry I heard you calling my name, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from this way…or that way…” you point around the both of you, your voice trailing off.

“It’s alright doll, i’m more focused on the fact that you actually remembered what time to meet me for our date!” Soda smiled proudly at you, his eyes showing true admiration.

“I love that you’re proud of me…but i didn’t remember. My mom came in and told me that it was time. I had written what time we were supposed to meet on my arm! So when I took a shower last night, I left this arm sticking out so it wouldn’t wash off.” You stuck your arm out to Soda so he could see the 3:30 written in black ink on your forearm.

“Oh! I see love…well thats ok. You’re here, n’ thats all that matters.” He offered you a smile, before throwing his arm over your shoulders.

(oh to be sodapop’s ditzy stupid little darlin’ ugh i need!)

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lvrface · 7 months ago

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED..

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-⠀⠀

Dallas Winston X Soc!Reader

warnings: making out, sexual, no actual p in v, adult language, somewhat sub reader, edging, toxic/secret relationship, humping, homewrecker + bitchy reader lowkey.

Summary: Your boyfriend, with whom you're currently on a break, comes over in an attempt to win you back. Although it leads to an argument, the outcome turns out to be even better than you expected.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known the moment you walked into Buck’s party and saw him there—Dallas Winston, leaning up against the kitchen counter like he owned the whole damn place, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a bottle of beer sweating in his hand. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his eyes were already set on some poor girl, sizing her up the way he always did when he was feeling mean.

But it wasn’t just some poor girl.

It was Cherry Valance.

And maybe it shouldn’t have hurt. Maybe it shouldn’t have sent that deep, awful feeling crawling up your throat, because Dallas had always been a dirty, no-good hoodlum, the kind of guy who couldn't keep his hands to himself, his mouth to himself, his damn attitude to himself. But it did hurt, because he wasn’t just Dallas Winston, town disgrace and part-time jailbird. He was your Dallas Winston. Or at least, he had been.

You’d stood there in the doorway, gripping the sides of your short pink dress, heart thumping like the bass of the record player in the next room. The whole place smelled like smoke and spilled beer and cheap cologne, and there was Cherry, standing way too close to him, laughing at something he said.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” you had muttered under your breath.

Maybe she saw you first. Maybe that’s why she suddenly straightened up, her smile flickering for just a second. But Dallas? He turned his head slow, like he had all the time in the world, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.

“Hey, doll,” he had said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

You had walked right up to him, your arms crossed so tight it hurt. “Don’t ‘hey, doll’ me, Winston.”

He had exhaled, smoke curling between the two of you. “Ain’t nothin’ happened,” he had said, smooth as ever. “Just havin’ a conversation.”

“A conversation?” You had glanced at Cherry, who had been biting her lip, looking real guilty all of a sudden. And Dallas, the bastard, had just grinned at you, cocky as ever.

“Yeah,” he had said. “A man’s gotta keep himself entertained somehow.”

You had slapped the beer bottle right out of his hand.

The crash had been loud—louder than the music, louder than the shouting, louder than the way your heart had been pounding against your ribs. The whole party had gone quiet, all eyes on the West Side girl in the pink dress and the Greaser with the cigarette dangling from his smirking mouth.

God, you feel embarrassed that he didn't even care. Let alone react or flinch.

You had stormed out of there before he could say another word.

Later that night, you had told him you needed a break. He hadn’t even fought you on it. Just stood there, chewing on the inside of his cheek, hands in his pockets, looking at you like he had half a mind to laugh but didn’t want to get his teeth knocked out.

And maybe that should’ve been the end of it. Maybe it would’ve been the end of it.

If only Dallas Winston knew how to take no for an answer.

The radio is still playing when you hear the noise.

It’s faint at first, mixed in with the low hum of I Should’ve Known Better floating from your nightstand. Then it gets louder—gravel crunching, a muttered curse, a soft thud.

And then—

Clink.

You know that sound.

You sit up so fast your Beatles Weekly falls right off your lap.

The first thing you see is your vanity, the way the lamplight spills across the cluttered surface—the open lipstick tube, the old pack of cigarettes he left here weeks ago, the crumpled-up homework, the cold cup of tea with its red-lipped rim, flaking slightly. The second thing you see is the window.

And him.

Hanging off the damn ledge like a stray cat.

For a second, all you can do is stare.

Then—“Jesus Christ, Dally!”

You scramble out of bed just as he swings a leg over, landing way too hard against the floor with a thud. He winces, rubbing his knee, then looks up at you, grinning.

“Sometimes I forget how high your window is.”

“You idiot—”

He doesn’t even look at you. Just brushes off his jeans and strolls right past, like he belongs here, like you didn’t just break up with him. He flops onto your bed, hands behind his head, cigarette already between his lips.

You huff, hands on your hips. “You can’t be here, Dally.”

“Yeah?” He flicks the lighter open, the flame catching on his sharp features. “Well, I am.”

The cigarette lights with a quiet fssst, and then he exhales, letting the ash drift lazily onto your pink bedsheets.

You grit your teeth. “You’re gonna burn a hole in them.”

He doesn’t even blink.

You step closer, fists clenched at your sides. “I’m serious, Dallas.”

“Me too.” He tilts his head, watching you through the smoke. “Dead serious.”

You narrow your eyes. “Get out.”

“Nah.”

You reach for his cigarette, but he moves fast, grabbing your wrist before you can touch it.

“You’re pissin’ me off,” you say through your teeth.

His lips twitch, amused. “No kiddin’.”

For a second, neither of you move. The Beatles hum softly in the background, the piano in the corner sits untouched, the sheet music still a mess.

And then—finally—he sighs. Runs a hand through his messy brown hair. Drops his cigarette onto your nightstand, still smouldering.

“…Alright,” he mutters. “Fine.” He looks at you, dead-on, eyes dark and unreadable. “I’m sorry.”

It almost sounds real. Almost.

But then he ruins it.

“But what do you want me to say?” He leans back, smirking again. “A man’s got urges.”

You slap him so hard your palm stings.

He doesn’t even flinch. Just looks at you, something unreadable in his eyes.

And then you kiss him.

His lips are rough.

You don’t know why you expected anything different. Maybe because yours are always soft, always coated in some kind of sweet-smelling gloss, the kind that leaves a faint shine under the lamplight. Dallas Winston doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Never did. He smokes too much, drinks too much, gets into too many fights to ever bother keeping his lips from cracking.

But still—you kiss him.

It’s desperate, angry. You hate him for it, for making you want him when you shouldn’t, when you swore you wouldn’t. His fingers tighten around your wrist as he leans into it, like he knew all along you were gonna fold. And maybe he did. Maybe he always does.

The cigarette smoke clings to him, mixing with the faintest traces of leather and cheap aftershave. He tastes like nicotine and trouble, like every bad decision you’ve ever made and the ones you haven’t made yet.

And then, just when he starts to move—when his hands find your waist, when he tilts his head just enough to make you forget—

You rip yourself away.

You’re furious.

Your chest rises and falls as you glare at him, heart hammering so hard you swear he can hear it. His smirk is still there, lazy, satisfied, and it makes you want to hit him, hurt him, make him feel something the way you do.

“You,” you breathe, voice shaking, “are a terrible boyfriend.”

Dallas just shrugs. “Ain’t no surprise there, doll.”

“No, really,” you snap. “You cheat, you flirt with my friends, you—God, you just don’t care! About me, about us! You just do whatever the hell you want like you don’t have a single thought in that thick skull of yours—”

He laughs, cutting you off. “Oh yeah?” He leans back on his elbows, looking you up and down like you’re something funny. “And what about you, huh?”

You blink. “What?”

His grin widens. “You’re actin’ all high and mighty, but I don’t remember you caring too much when you were all over Randy that night at the beer blast.”

Your stomach drops.

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t even try it, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, still grinning. “You were smashed. Looked real cute, though. Hangin’ off him, gigglin’ like a dumb broad.”

“That’s not—”

He tuts. “Doin’ all that right in front of Marcia, too. Real classy of you.”

You want to argue. You want to say something, anything. But your throat feels tight, and you can’t, because he’s right.

And that’s what makes you angry.

“That was different,” you manage, voice sharp. “I was drunk—”

“Oh, sure.” He stretches out on your bed, looking up at the ceiling like this whole conversation bores him. “You were drunk. That’s the excuse, huh? Well, I was drunk when I was talkin’ to Cherry.”

“That’s not the same—”

“Why not?”

“Because—”

“Because you don’t wanna be wrong?” He tilts his head at you, all faux innocence. “Or because you think you’re better than me?”

You scowl. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

But he’s smirking again. “Face it, babe. If you didn’t have all these fancy clothes, this big house, and that pretty face, you woulda been a Greaser.”

Your blood turns hot.

“Shut up.”

He shrugs, still smirking. “Ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing. Just funny how you walk around all high and mighty when you ain’t nothin’ but a Greaser in pearls.”

That’s it.

You don’t even think—you lunge, shoving him hard against the mattress. But Dallas just laughs, catching your wrists before you can do anything else, flipping you over like it’s easy, like you weigh nothing.

“Feisty,” he murmurs, still smirking. “I like it.”

You glare up at him, breathless, furious, wanting so badly to hurt him in a way that lasts.

But that’s the thing about Dallas Winston.

Nothing ever does.

You struggle against him, but it’s useless. Dallas is stronger, always has been. His hands are rough where they pin yours down, calloused from fights and bad decisions, from growing up too fast and too hard. His smirk is still there, lazy and smug, and you hate him for it.

“Get off me,” you snap, but he doesn’t move.

“Nah.” He’s looking down at you like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s comfortable here, stretched out against you on your own damn bed. “Think I like it here.”

Your eyes narrow. “You’re disgusting.”

He grins. “Yeah? You weren’t sayin’ that a minute ago, doll.”

“God, I hate you.”

His smirk deepens. “No, you don’t.”

Your pulse thrums in your ears, hot and quick. You should shove him off, kick him out, let him rot in some alley where he belongs. But then he shifts just slightly, the weight of him pressing into you, and your breath catches before you can stop it.

And that’s when you realize—he knows.

Dallas knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

His grip loosens just enough for you to move, but you don’t. Instead, you glare up at him, the heat in your chest twisting into something else entirely.

You tilt your chin up, lips curling into a sneer. “You think you’re real smooth, don’t you?”

He shrugs, all confidence. “Ain’t heard no complaints.”

You scoff, but it’s weaker than you want it to be. “You’re such a bastard.”

Dallas hums, like it’s a compliment. “Yeah, yeah. You done talkin’ yet?”

And then, before you can think of some sharp remark, he kisses you.

This time, it’s him who moves first, but you don’t stop him. You should, you should, but instead, your hands—finally freed—move to tangle in his stupid, messy hair. His lips are still chapped, rough against your gloss-slicked ones, and it should feel wrong, should feel awful, but all it does is make you want more.

You gasp against his mouth when his hands slip under your shirt, just barely ghosting over your skin, teasing, testing, and you shudder.

Dallas laughs, breath warm against your lips. “Knew you’d fold.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, but it comes out breathless, desperate.

He kisses you again, and it’s messy, all clashing lips and teeth, all pent-up anger and fire. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and your body presses against his like you’ve forgotten why you were even mad.

For a second, nothing else matters. Not the break, not Cherry or Randy or Sylvia or Paul, not your parents or his reputation. Just this—this fire, this ache, this terrible, terrible need to feel something real.

Your fingers trail down his back, nails dragging just enough to make him groan, and the sound goes straight to your head, making you feel dizzy, reckless.

You bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to make him swear, and when he pulls back, his eyes are dark.

“Minx,” he murmurs, voice low, amused.

“Loser,” you shoot back.

He grins, and then—

He kisses you harder.

You don't know who pulls who first—maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you—but before you can stop yourself, you're back against the sheets, hands tangled in Dallas' stupid, messy hair, and his weight pressing into you like he's got no intention of moving. His body is solid, lean muscle and bad intentions, and you hate how good it feels.

The room smells like cigarette smoke and his cheap cologne, like your floral perfume and the vanilla lip gloss he’s smeared all over his own mouth. You can feel the heat of him everywhere, the way his hands are gripping your hips like he’s trying to prove a point. He always has something to prove.

His lips leave yours for just a second, long enough for you to catch your breath before he moves to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone—

"Dallas," you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his face up to yours again.

His mouth is pinker than before, slick with your lip gloss, and he's smirking like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You glare. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

His fingers skim under the hem of your top, rough fingertips trailing over your stomach, slow, deliberate. You shiver.

“I don’t think, doll.” His voice is lazy, full of smoke. “I know.”

Cocky bastard.

You roll your eyes, trying to shove him away, but he barely moves, just chuckles under his breath like you amuse him.

"You got a real smart mouth, you know that?"

"You got a real annoying one," you shoot back.

Dallas laughs, low and throaty, before suddenly flipping you over onto your back again, pinning you down beneath him with that stupid, smug smirk. His hands are at your sides, thumbs brushing your ribs, and you know he can feel how fast your heart’s beating.

For a second, neither of you say anything.

His eyes flicker over your face, down to your lips—now smudged, gloss all but gone, swollen from kissing him. And God, you shouldn’t want him like this, not after what he did, not after what he said, but you do, and it makes you furious.

"You ain't as good as you act, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice like a challenge. "You act all sophisticated and proper, but you wanna be bad just as bad as me."

Your eyes narrow, anger flaring in your chest. "Screw you."

Dallas just smirks. "You sure about that?"

He squeezes your hips tightly and pulls you closer to him with one hand by the thigh.

he laid back down your bed, pulling you on top of him.

He grabbed your left hand and led it to his bulge, staring you right in the eye. Your chest was on fire as you felt something burning in your soul. Was it desire, was it pleasure, or was it a mix of both.

"Good girls dont do this doll. you aint a good girl so stop acting like it." He said in a raspy voice, his eyes low as he guided your hand, you rubbed him slowly, he was breathing heavily.

You decided to be a bit bold and take your hand off of his bulge, sit up, scoot closer to him and sit on his lap.

He looked up quickly.

"Slut. I knew you wanted this." He said, his smirk lazy and condescending.

you didn't bother to reply. Instead, you decided to grind on him slowly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.

He guided your hips, his touch rough as he tugged you back and forth, low groans and whimpers coming from both of you.

He was breathing heavily, whispering sweet nothings into your ear but you knew he meant none of it.

The thick and rough feeling of his jeans, contrasting with the thin silk of your nightdress. You felt your panties getting wetter and stickier with each passing moment.

A heat burned rapidly from your core and spread all around your body.

"No one else can make you feel like this right?" He grunted into your ear. He was getting closer and closer to his limit and so were you.

Your brain was so fuzzy, and you felt so confused with everything so you just nodded in agreement.

"Not even Randy or Paul. God they dont stand a damn chance."

Your breath hitched, heart slamming against your ribs as his words slithered into your ear. Randy? Paul? They didn’t even cross your mind—not now, not when it was Dallas beneath you, his hands gripping your waist like he owned you, his voice dripping with something possessive, something dangerous.

"You like this, don’t you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw, his smirk still lazy, still infuriating. "Bet you’d hate to admit it, but you love it when I get my hands on you."

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, but your body betrayed you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him like he was something solid in the middle of all this chaos. He chuckled, deep and knowing, like he could feel the way you were unraveling under his touch.

"Go ahead," he taunted, tilting his head, lips ghosting over your pulse. "Tell me you don’t want me."

Your breath stuttered, heat pooling in your stomach. You hated that he was right. You hated that no matter what he did, no matter how many times he got under your skin, you always came back to this—to him.

But you weren’t going to let him have the last word.

With a sharp inhale, you leaned in, your lips barely brushing his. "I don’t want you," you whispered, even as your fingers tightened in his hair, even as your pulse betrayed you.

Dallas just grinned, his hands skating up your sides, his voice rough with amusement. "Liar."

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lvrface · 7 months ago

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dallas winston x fem reader type fluff, maybe her meeting the gang or js smth cute

𝜗𝜚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 — you must like me for me

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨. dallas is reluctant to bring his girlfriend to meet his friends, and now he’s wishing he never did— in the best way possible.

𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥. dallas winston x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. swearing, not proofread

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩. 2.3k

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. thank u for requesting!!! hope this lived up to ur expectations mwah

it had been around 4 months since (y/n) and dallas started dating. well, it was never exactly confirmed they were dating but they both just knew.

dallas wasn’t exactly the relationship type, like at all, and (y/n) could tell that the moment he walked up to her, saying a cheesy line with that stupid smirk on his face.

but that didn’t stop her from falling absolutely head over heels for the boy.

and as much as dallas would deny it to his grave, he felt the same— in his own special way.

“you’re only meetin’ my friends, not the president,” he told (y/n), as he watched her fix her hair in the rear view mirror of buck’s car that he ‘borrowed’.

“yeah, well what if i’m wantin’ to make a good first impression, huh?” (y/n) replied, just as sarcastically, as she wiped at some of the lipstick that had smudged around her lips from the inevitable kiss that her and dallas shared earlier.

“trust me, it ain’t hard to impress those guys,” dallas scoffed, shaking his head. he watched her as she finished up, he picked out a cigarette and let it dangle from his lips. “you ready yet?” he huffed out.

“yeah, yeah,” (y/n) brushed him off, opening the passenger door. dallas rolled his eyes playfully at the act coming from her end, before following suit and getting out the car.

the gang hadn’t shut up for the past few weeks, demanding to meet the ‘broad who had dallas winston walking with a bounce in his step’. dallas, of course, denied all accusations and just brushed them off. but after a while, he gave in to their teasing, “you wanna meet this chick so bad, i’ll bring her round tomorrow or somethin’,” he had told two bit who had been relentlessly teasing him.

as dallas and (y/n) made their way towards the house and up the front porch door steps, the sound of rowdiness and teenage boys became ever more apparent. dallas shook his head at the sound, (y/n) on the other hand couldn’t help but let nervousness rush through her veins. she wasn’t sure why it made her nervous, i mean, it’s not like they were exactly the highest ranked boys themselves if they were hanging around the likes of dallas— but she did really want them to like to her. they were her boyfriend’s— or whatever dallas was to her, friends.

they reached the front door and just as dallas put his calloused hands on the doorknob to open it, he turned and looked down at (y/n), “doll, go grab me my lighter, will ya?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled from the cigarette dangling from his lips.

(y/n) just groaned, but obliged anyhow. when she went down the front porch steps, dallas opened the door and left it open for when she made her return. at the sight of him, the gang all suddenly stopped whatever antics they had going on to look at him.

“where’s the girl?”

“d’ya leave her at home?”

“don’t tell me she dumped your sorry ass already—“

“shut it,” dallas spoke up, as he leaned on the doorframe. he took a quick look back to the car, watching as (y/n) searched his car for his lighter. he turned back to face the boys, licking his lips before speaking up. his voice lowered as he spoke, “listen, if any of y’all embarrass me or anythin’, i swear i’ll punch the daylights outta you—“

“yeah, yeah, we get it, dallas,” soda spoke up, waving him off as he sat on the couch.

“yeah, no bringing up how tough ole’ dallas winston got himself a school girl crush,” two bit added on, teasingly as he sat on the floor watching the tv.

dallas just shot two bit a glare, who raised his hands up in defense. “sorry, gee, didn’t realise ya actually cared what this one thought about ya.”

dallas rolled his eyes at that, “i don’t give a damn what she thinks about me,” dallas mumbled under his breath, as he stole a glance to (y/n) who was beginning to make her way back to the house. dallas fixed his position on the doorframe slightly, to look more nonchalant. (y/n) simply walked up to him placing the lighter in his hand, as she looked at the room. her eyes examining each and everyone of the boys, as they all stared at her— mouths slightly agape.

“well, i’ll be damned.”

“how’s he done that?”

“makes sense why he’s acting all weird—“

were phrases that all got shared, (y/n) nudged dally lightly faking a cough to signal him. he looked at her with slight annoyance, before realising her intentions. “oh, right, this is (y/n)… or whatever,” dallas shrugged it off, as he walked fully into the house, guiding her in with him. he kicked the door shut as he did, (y/n) scoffing at his below standard greeting.

“hey, y’all,” she greeted them with politely, with her smile reflecting the same tone. dallas looked down at her, and noticed how she was getting nervous.

cute.

wait.

ain’t nothin’ cute.

dallas shook his thoughts away, as he cleared his throat before two-bit practically stumbled at his feet to walk over to her. “what’s a pretty thing like you hangin’ around with a hood like dallas, huh?” two bit spoke, tilting his head to the side teasingly.

(y/n) just chuckled at the compliment, earning a scoff from dallas. “yeah, watch it, pal,” he narrowed his eyes at two bit. two bit just laughed, raising his hands in defense once more before walking away, sodapop now holding his hand out to (y/n).

“hey, there, i’m soda, nice to meet ya,” he introduced himself with that million dollar smile of his. (y/n) grasped his hand, shaking it with a friendly smile on her face, “nice to meet ya too, soda.”

he nodded, that grin still plastered on his face. dallas took a note of the prolonged contact on their hands, and as if sodapop read his mind, he dropped her hand.

“over there, that’s darry,” soda began. darry gave (y/n) a polite nod and a “nice to meet ya” from the kitchen table. “down there that’s ponyboy, that’s johnny— but i’d be surprised if you ain’t met him yet, he’s usually trailing not far behind dallas,” sodapop teased, (y/n) laughed at that comment as she nodded.

“hey,” johnny called out softly at sodapop’s comment, who let johnny know quickly that he was ‘just kidding’.

“yeah, i’ve met johnny before,” she spoke, tucking a rogue hair behind her ear as she looked up to dallas who had a small smirk on his face with a shrug.

the two boys were practically attached at the hip, so much so that the first time (y/n) ever met dallas, johnny was there. right behind him. he was a nice kid, (y/n) liked him. she remembered how he told dallas to “cut it out, dal” when dallas made some cringey comment about how her skirt would look better on his floor.

real charmer, dallas winston was.

“and my buddy steve should be here soon, he had to stop by the dx quickly,” sodapop finalised, introducing the gang with a slight pop of his lips.

“oh yeah, you work at the dx, right?” (y/n) asked, and soda nodded.

“yeah, you seen me around?” sodapop questioned her back, damn did that smile ever fall off his lips?

“maybe— mostly just heard nearly every girl about talking about how you’re the cutest boy in town,” (y/n) answered with a playful smile, one that sodapop returned at the comment. he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “what can i say?”

dallas huffed out, “yeah, yeah, don’t boost his ego anymore,” he muttered, but they both heard.

at the interruption, (y/n) looked up at dallas who was trying his best to act nonchalantly.

was he… jealous?

(y/n) couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her lips at the thought that maybe dallas winston cared about her, just enough, to get slightly jealous over her.

it had been a few hours since (y/n) had gotten introduced to the gang, and she found herself at the table playing uno with sodapop and ponyboy. she seemed to gravitate towards the pair, them being a nice mix. sodapop was friendly and outgoing, whereas ponyboy was a bit shyer but had one hell of a mouth to back it. “one!” sodapop shouted, as he placed down another card. “it’s a mexican game you gotta shout uno!” (y/n) and ponyboy exclaimed at the same time, having to repeat themselves for what seemed like the 40th time. at their unison, they both turned and looked at each other— laughing. ponyboy seemed to be the most similar to (y/n) so far, and she thought he was a nice peace in the middle of the chaos of the gang. eye of the hurricane, or something like that.

dallas watched the interaction, he leaned his body weight on the kitchen counter with a small smirk painting his lips. he was quite amused at the interaction, and the whole scenario playing out in front of him. he wasn’t quite sure why he felt that weird feeling in his chest, and he didn’t know what it was or if he liked it. and he also wasn’t quite sure why he let (y/n) meet all of the gang, it was something he didn’t do often. or like, at all. he’d never bothered with the other girls. one, because he didn’t care about them enough— or at all. and two, he knew half of the girls he spent his nights with would treat the gang like the dirt on their shoes.

“hey, dally, why don’t ya join us?” (y/n) turned in her seat to look at him, motioning her head to the game. dallas raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “i ain’t playin’ that,” he deadpanned. if there wasn’t money betting on the table, he wasn’t going to join in some ‘kids game’.

“yeah, he’s just worried we’d kick his ass,” ponyboy quipped, making (y/n) laugh muttering a small ‘true’. now, dallas wasn’t intending on joining the game anyways. but he sure as hell wasn’t going to be told he can’t join a game. he’s dallas winston, he doesn’t get told what to do.

and that’s how he wound up sat with more than 13 cards in his hand.

“man, this game is so fuckin’ stupid,” dallas said, rolling his eyes, as he eyed the others who all had less than 5 cards in their hands.

“no, you’re just bad at it,” (y/n) teased, making ponyboy and sodapop chuckle and mumble in agreement.

the game carried on, johnny was now sat on the kitchen counter too, just watching from afar.

“dallas, stop chucking your cards on the floor,” (y/n) spoke up, not even having to take her eyes away from her set of cards. dallas huffed, rolling his eyes, before leaning down to grab the cards that he had tried to discreetly hide moments prior. this damn girl knew him too well— shit. she knew him. well.

that scared dallas.

“damn, you takin’ orders off this chick and everythin’?” steve teased, walking through the kitchen to the fridge. dallas scoffed at him, “shut your trap, i don’t take orders from no one,” he grumbled. steve just raised an eyebrow at him, “sure buddy,” is all he said before grabbing a drink. “you teach him how to give paw too, princess?” steve said to (y/n) as he walked by her chair, making her giggle at his joke. she wasn’t really into this whole tough act dallas was putting on right now, well, the tough act he puts on like majority of the time. but there was a part of her that did like it, these were the parts everyone else got to see. only her got to see the dallas winston who lets her lay on his bare chest, as he traced patterns up and down her arms.

the game continued on, “nah man, that ain’t fair! y’all never said that was the rules!” dallas exclaimed. for someone who totally wasn’t into the game, he sure seemed to be taking it seriously. “we did tell you,” (y/n) shrugged, a smug look on her face as her, soda and pony had all continuously put down +2 cards.

“what you think i’m stupid or somethin’? i’d remember if you did,” dallas narrowed his eyes at her, but (y/n) didn’t take it personal. she knew better than that.

“to be fair, dal, she did tell ya,” johnny spoke up from the kitchen counter. bar the few chuckles and small comments, he had just been silently spectating for the past 30 minutes. dallas turned to look at johnny, “johnny, man, whos side are you on?”

johnny just shrugged, shaking his head with a chuckle. he found the sight amusing to say the least.

“you know, for someone who thought this game was stupid you sure are getting worked up over it…” (y/n) trailed off jokingly, picking up another card.

“look, i ain’t a loser, alright? i don’t give a damn if it’s a game of blackjack or duck duck goose, i’m winnin’, okay, doll?” dallas remarked, tilting his chin down, sarcasm rolling off his tongue.

“you ain’t a loser?” sodapop spoke up again, making dallas furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “how bout this for a winner,” he said as he placed down a +4 card.

“oh, fuck off man— i’m done,” dallas finalised, chucking all his 20 cards down on the table. he quickly lit a cigarette, placing it in his mouth.

“lookin like a loser to me, dal,” (y/n) added onto sodapop’s mockery, with a joking pout.

dallas wanted to be annoyed at her, he really did, but he couldn’t help but notice the way the pout played on her lips. he snickered, taking a drag before putting the cigarette between his two fingers. just as he was about to come out with some sassy remark, ponyboy spoke up.

“yeah, a sore one at that.”

dallas noticed the way (y/n), soda, pony and johnny all laughed along at his words. dallas didn’t usually like being the butt of the joke, but he thought he could make an exception if it meant that he could hear this sound forever. the sound of all their laughs, mixing together to create one blend. the sound of nothing but playfulness and lighthearted banter. the sound of her.

dallas couldn’t help but let out a small snicker too.

“you got some nice friends, dallas.”

(y/n) spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. he looked over at her from the driver’s seat, his hand loosely dangling over the steering wheel as he cruised through the streets.

“nice?” he scoffed. (y/n) looked at him with a faint smile. she could tell, underneath all that teasing and back and forth, he did care about them.

after a few more moments of nothing but the hum of the engine, it was dallas’ turn to break the silence, “yeah, they’re alright.”

(y/n) just hummed and nodded in agreement, looking around the streets that passed her by. dallas stole a few glances in her direction, unbeknownst to her.

he noticed the way she would chuckle silently to herself, when she recalled some of the jokes that had been shared earlier. he noticed how when her and ponyboy would laugh at something, they both would lean in each other’s directions with those wide smiles on their faces. he noticed how she would smile extra harder when johnny would say something, or drag their conversation on for just a bit too long, just so he would feel listened to. he noticed how when sodapop told her he dropped out of school, she didn’t even react, instead just nodding and making a joke about how he’s “the lucky one”. he noticed how when two bit made a sly comment, or a joke, she didn’t look him up and down and sneer— instead she just chuckled. he noticed how when steve was ranting on about some soc that got too close to him, she mumbled ‘what a jerk’ to which steve replied in agreement. he noticed how when darry was cleaning up the inevitable mess of uno cards, she told darry she’s ’got it’ and done it all for him.

he noticed how she didn’t treat the gang like the dirt on her shoe.

and he noticed how she actually knew him. not for what she wanted him to be or what he acted like he is, for what he really is.

and that’s when he realised.

that he,

dallas winston,

actually cared about some fucking broad.

#dallas winston #fluff #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #x reader #fanfic #the outsiders #darry curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews #YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY UNO WHEN YOUVE GOT ONE CARD LEFT

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lvrface · 7 months ago

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hellaur!! can you write a ponyboy curtis fic where reader is his first girlfriend and he has nooo idea what to do so he goes to soda for advice constantly?

𝜗𝜚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 — when you know, you know

synopsis. ponyboy is clueless about girls, but luckily his older brother is just the expert.

ship. ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

warnings. none, not proofread

word count. 2359

notes. first time writing for outsiders in a long time so i hope this is good! thanks for requesting mwah

ponyboy curtis was stumped, and that didn’t happen often.

he liked to deem himself as smart— and he was. so it wasn’t everyday that he found himself stuck on something, unclear and unsure.

and it definitely wasn’t everyday he went to his brother, sodapop curtis, for some intellectual advice. but he knew soda knew more about the world of girls, than he would ever know.

“so then, just give her a small wink, hand on her back and that million dollar smile!” soda exclaimed excitedly. he stood in front ponyboy, as pony was sat on the couch listened intently.

pony nodded slowly, with his eyebrows furrowed, “yeah, uh, no,” ponyboy dismissed with a small chuckle.

“what? i thought that was pretty good— steve, d’ya think that would work, huh?” soda turned to steve for some reassurance who just nodded.

“yeah, yeah, thats how you get the chicks, pony,” steve said, agreeing with soda. steve was sat at the round table, not really listening to the conversation going on as he shuffled a deck of cards. pony just rolled his eyes, sinking down into the couch more.

“well first off, i already got the ‘chick’,” pony quoted, shooting steve a slight glare. god, did he always have to get involved with everything? he then turned back to his older brother, “and, besides, (y/n) ain’t really into allat stuff, y’know?” ponyboy added on sheepishly, whilst playing with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“whatcha mean she ain’t ‘into allat stuff’?” soda questioned with a raised eyebrow, trying hard to defend his flirting techniques.

“i mean, i ain’t walking up to her saying,” ponyboy started, clearing his throat, “are you from tennesse? because you’re the only ten i see,” ponyboy quoted one of the many pick up lines sodapop had spent the last 30 minutes teaching him.

“hey, i thought that was a good one,” soda defended himself with a slight pout. he took his flirting techniques and array of pick up lines, very seriously.

ponyboy sighed, as sodapop sat down on the couch next to him. “anyways, i don’t need help picking her up or flattering her— i just need help with this first date stuff,” ponyboy explained, his tone softening a bit.

soda looked back at him, nodding as a small smile took over his face once more, “yeah, okay, kid, i got you!” soda said, beginning to get excited once more.

ponyboy rolled his eyes playfully, but he did appreciate the help.

and that’s how he ended up, standing at (y/n)’s front door with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“get her flowers, broads love flowers,” soda’s words echoed in his mind, as pony awkwardly shuffled in spot as he waited for his knock on the door to be answered.

(y/n) flung open the door, maybe a bit too over excitedly, and was taken aback by ponyboy’s appearance.

obviously, she was expecting to see him— they had this date planned for a few days now. her and ponyboy had been friendly for a while, and he gained the courage to ask her out, and here they are.

about to be on their first date.

so yeah, she was expecting to see him. but she didn’t expect to see him done up so nicely, with roses in his hand, and that sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“hey, pony,” (y/n) greeted him, breathlessly. she shut the door behind her, and brushed some rogue hair out of her face as she took a few steps to stand in front of him.

“hey,” he replied, trying to remain as casual as he could.

but god she looked so pretty.

“thanks,” (y/n) said to his compliment, a faint blush taking over her cheeks.

damn, he said that out loud.

snapping out of his little trance, he raised the flowers up to her, “uh, here, they’re for you,” he told her, becoming shy. he looked to the ground.

(y/n) couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, and took the flowers off of him, “thanks, pony, that’s real cute of ya.”

(y/n) quickly scurried back into her house to put the flowers down, before making her return.

ponyboy raised his arm slightly, to motion her to link arms with him, “let’s get going,” he told her softly, to which she just nodded and linked arms with him.

the pair got to walking, talking— well mainly it was ponyboy talking about whatever was on his mind, whilst (y/n) just happily nodded along.

“those flowers were real nice, pony,” (y/n) interrupted him, midst rant.

ponyboy looked to her, a soft smile playing on his lips. “it’s nothing really,” he shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but (y/n) didn’t let the blush that painted his cheeks go unnoticed.

ponyboy made a mental note of that, soda was right.

girls really do love flowers.

“you ain’t even kissed her yet?”

ponyboy rolled his eyes at the statement coming from dallas, who was sat on the couch, eavesdropping on the conversation going on between ponyboy and sodapop.

“yeah, well, some of us don’t put our dick in everything that has a hole, dallas,” ponyboy retorted, to which dallas chuckled.

“okay, romeo,” dallas quipped sarcastically, his words muffled from the cigarette that dangled from his lips.

ponyboy just shot dallas a glare before sodapop spoke up, “nah, don’t worry, pony, i get ya! wanting to wait for the right moment,” sodapop said, defending ponyboy with a pat on the back as they stood in the kitchen.

“wait— have you even ever kissed anyone before?” dallas spoke up once more, looking to ponyboy with an amused expression.

red took over ponyboy’s face as he looked to the ground, scratching the back of his neck, leaving dallas cackling in the background making a number of comments.

“leave him alone, dal,” soda said, before turning his attention back to ponyboy.

“look, all you gotta do is just look in her eyes— make some nice comment, i don’t know, tell her she got pretty eyes or somethin’,” sodapop said, shrugging as got a drink out of the fridge. “let her receive the compliment, then just lean in— go for it, i mean she’s your girlfriend or whatever right? not like she’s gonna reject ya,” sodapop finalised, taking a seat at the table.

ponyboy wished it was as simple and easy sodapop was making it sound. maybe to soda it was that easy, but to ponyboy it was more than that.

but all he said was, “okay, yeah, thanks,” and walked away to his room.

it had been around a month since their first date, and ponyboy and (y/n) had been getting closer and closer by the minute. they practically spent every spare minute they had together, talking, laughing, reading, whatever occupied them.

and that’s how ponyboy ended up, on a park bench, reading a book he borrowed from the school library to (y/n).

truth be told, (y/n) didn’t really enjoy books. well, she didn’t not enjoy them but she just never really took time out of her day to read any. that was until ponyboy came along, and suddenly the books seemed so exciting when it was his voice she was listening to.

but at this moment, (y/n) wasn’t listening to his voice at all, she just opted to stare at his face. she studied every freckle that grazed his cheeks, his focus too concentrated on the lines in front of him.

ponyboy could feel her stare on him, but he tried his hardest to just keep focused on the words in front of him. but after a certain point, he couldn’t keep it together, and just cleared his throat. he closed the book slowly, “uh, i’ll read the rest later. my eyes are getting tired,” he said, making up an excuse as put the book to his side.

“yeah, okay,” (y/n) replied with a nod, feeling as if she had just been caught.

the two just sat there for a moment, a silence taking over them. it wasn’t awkward, it never was, but there was some tension as they both jusy twiddled their thumbs— avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“hey—“ they both started, turning to face one another at the same time. the pair couldn’t help but chuckle at the awkward moment.

at the same time, they both looked at each other slowly. ponyboy noticed the crinkle by her eyes, as she smiled, and (y/n) noticed the way his lips turned curved into a small smile.

“what?” (y/n) chuckled, suddenly getting embarrassed. she was wondering why he was staring. “do i have something on my face?” she asked, her hand immediately going to pat around her face.

“i— uh, no,” ponyboy said, grabbing her wrist to slowly bring it down back by her side.

(y/n) looked at pony with a confused expression, tilting her head to the side, “then what?” she asked, laughing.

ponyboy couldn’t think what to say—

“you’ve got really pretty eyes.”

shit, now he had to do the whole thing.

right, let her receive the compliment.

a smile took over (y/n)’s face, she became almost embarrassed at the compliment. she wasn’t really used to them. “thanks, ponyboy, you do too,” she complimented him.

okay, great, next step.

next step, lean in, right?

ponyboy just stared into her eyes, admiring the different shades of colours that all moulded together well to create the perfect colour.

his hand raised ever so slowly, to grab the side of her face softly. he carefully leaned in, as if he was scared to hurt her, and pressed his lips gently against hers.

(y/n) felt her heart rate quicken, and she felt the thumps coming from ponyboy’s chest as his body pressed against hers.

ponyboy internally sighed with relief, that she never pulled away— or turned him away. it was all going to plan.

maybe soda was onto something.

“soda?” ponyboy called out. they were in their shared bed, trying to get to sleep, their backs turned to one another.

“yeah, pony?” soda yawned, rolling round. he propped himself up on his elbow, prepared to listen to ponyboy.

“how do you tell someone— a girl, you love her?”

soda couldn’t help but laugh at that, “gee, is my kid brother in love?” he said, with a teasing tone.

pony just shrugged at that, his back still facing soda.

sodapop sighed, thinking about to answer, “tell her, when it’s just y’all. tell her when you look at her and think, damn, ‘i never noticed just how pretty she is until she’s in this lighting.’ and when you know, for sure,” sodapop answered.

ponyboy listened intently, his hand fiddling with the blanket that covered him. he sometimes wondered how soda got so much slack for being ‘stupid’ when he casually comes out with remarks like this that make you debate everything in your life.

“how do you know, when you’re in love?” ponyboy asked, his voice so quiet he wasn’t sure soda heard.

sodapop laughed softly at that, sinking back down into the bed on his back. “god, kid,” soda let out, sighing, as he thought about it. “you just know, y’know?”

ponyboy huffed out at that answer, it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. “no, actually i don’t know,” pony replied, with a small pout as he rolled over.

“yeah, sure you do, pony,” sodapop replied, “chances are, if you’re asking how do you know— thats your answer, you know.”

and with that sodapop, rolled back over, to try and drift off to sleep. ponyboy pondered on that thought for a while, and at first he thought it made no sense at all.

but when he was sat on his front porch steps, with (y/n) tucked into his side as they shared a milkshake they bought earlier— the sunset they were looking at illuminating her face, he suddenly understood.

damn, i never did notice how pretty she really was until now.

“yeah, i’d like to live in the countryside,” (y/n) answered his question from a few moments prior.

“bet it’d be real peaceful,” ponyboy added on, his hand beginning to rub small patterns onto her arm.

(y/n) hummed in agreement as she wrapped her lips around the milkshake straw to take a sip. she put the milkshake down next to her, and swallowed, before looking back at pony, “we should move to the countryside when we’re older,” she declared, moving slightly closer to him.

that sentence done something to ponyboy. the thought that (y/n) really wanted to stay with him and thought about a future with him awakened something inside of him. he looked down at her, who was simply just resting her head on his chest— unknowing to the effect she just had on him by a simple, innocent sentence.

ponyboy looked at the situation in front of him. it’s just them two. she’s looking real pretty— and goddamnit, he knows.

sodapop was right— was he a psychic or something?

“ponyboy, you okay?” (y/n) asked, looking up at him to be met with an almost puzzled expression.

ponyboy looked back down at her, and it all just made sense.

“i love you.”

he blurted it out, it was shocking to him how the words seemed so nice coming out of his mouth— especially if it was to her.

ponyboy’s heart thumped and he felt his mouth go dry, as he awaited a response.

(y/n)’s lips that were slightly swollen from the cold milkshake, turned into a wide grin. she excitedly planted a kiss on his cheek, her red lip stick leaving a mark that was definitely going to give the gang a reason to tease him later.

“i love you too, ponyboy.”

sodapop curtis might’ve not been the most book smart kid going— hell, he wouldn’t have even made it onto the list. but when it came to love, he might as well have been einstein.

ponyboy just smiled back down at her, tugging her closer under his arm as their conversation wandered back to the clouds, and the orange hues of the sunset.

pony couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at the girl tucked under his shoulder.

yeah, soda was definitely onto something.

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