#darry curtis x reader angst

[sonnetsarepoems]

ᴅᴀʀʀᴇʟ ᴄᴜʀᴛɪꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

╰┈➤ contains: 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍

ִ ࣪ ⛧°. ⋆༺ ᴋᴇʏ ༻⋆. °⛧

ִ ࣪ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ - ʚɞ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - 𖤓 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ - ❁ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ - ♀

⭒ 01 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ

⭒ 02 ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀᴛɪꜱ ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⭒ 03 ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

[listofwhyyouloveher]

You are pumping out these request like a machine goddamn😦

Can I get the boys,separate, with a reader that they've known for a long time getting a glow up? Like they never found her attractive or saw her in a romantic light. But one day she BAM glows up, angsty pleeeaaaseee🙏🏽

Summary: In which you glow up after being rejected by your crush

Warnings: angst, no happy ending sorry.

Author's Note: these are all relatively small and under the same premise sorry!

You had liked your greaser friend for a while, like for a REALLY long time. So when you’d finally worked up enough courage to ask him on a date you felt heartbroken when he turned you down. Later you heard it was because you weren’t ‘pretty enough’. Well fuck that! You decided it was your perfect time to start a massive glow up!

PONYBOY CURTIS

As soon as you stepped into the classroom after everyone had returned from spring break, Pony’s jaw dropped. And so did a lot of other’s. You looked like a new person, so much so that he almost didn’t recognize you if not for your jewlery. God, you were gorgeous. He smiled at you, but you seemed to look right past him. He tried talking to you in the halls but nothing worked. You seemed so busy with your new life that you had barely any time for him.

“Hey Y/n, wait up!”

“Oh hey.” You said, not even looking him in the eyes.

“What’s up, you don’t even try to talk to me anymore,” he laughs awkwardly and you shoot him a confused look.

“Why would I?”

“Well, I mean..I thought you liked me?” He asked, and you scoffed.

“Yeah well not anymore,” you said before walking away.

JOHNNY CADE

You were hanging out at the lot by yourself when you turned around to find Johnny staring at you. His mouth was open in shock.

“Y/n?” He asked, truly blown away with how good you looked.

“Hey,” you said, trying to be respectful.

“Oh my god, haven’t seen you since..” his voice trails off and you cringe. The last time you talked to him you confessed and he politely declined, only to go off and laugh at you with Dallas later on.

“Yeah, that was my mistake,” you shrug, completely over him if it wasn’t for the embarrassment of it all.

“Mistake?” He asked, you catch the hurt washing over his face.

“Mhm, one big mistake that I’ll never make again.” You smile at him, milking your revenge for everything it was worth.

“Oh,” he said softly before you shrugged and walked away.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop was kind of like a big deal because of how good-looking he was. So when you walked into class looking like the next Miss Oklahoma rumours started to spread about how the hottest girl and guy would get together. Soda approached you during lunch, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, Y/n”. You narrowed your eye before speaking.

“Uh, hi.”

“I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to go to the drive-in with me tomorrow?” He asked. You nearly choked on your own spit.

“Hell no!” You laughed and Soda looked shocked.

“What?”

“I said no, now can you move? You’re in my way” You said before shoulder checking him while walking off.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve had seen you walking down the road looking prettier than the morning sun and was absolutely stunned by how much brighter and happier you looked. Your hair was perfect and so was your skin. He wanted to talk to you but he was too scared, so when he went home he immediately dialed up your number on the nearest pay-phone.

“Hello?” Your voice rang out from the phone and Steve smiled.

“Hey Y/n, uh, it’s me Steve, I saw you walking down the road but was too nervous to talk to you…anyways, would you like to maybe go out sometime?” He rambled into the phone, expecting you to jump on his offer like you would’ve when you confessed. Instead you just sighed,

“Pussy” and the phone clicked signalling that you hung up, leaving him standing there in shock.

TWO BIT MATTHEWS

You had always admired Two-Bit’s humor, but now it was too much. He was going around town telling people how he always knew you’d end up pretty and that you were going to practically run back into his arms when he asks you out. You cringed just thinking about ‘running into his arms’. So when you saw Two-Bit walking with his gang you took your chance.

“Two-Bit!” You called from across the street, running over to him. You watched as his guys hyped him up and he nudged them with an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Hey Y/n, how’s it been?”

“Good! Been hearing a lot about you recently.” You feigned a smile.

“Really? Like what?” he smirked.

“Like the fact you're telling people that I'd got ‘running into your arms if you gave me the chance’! Which is why I'm actually talking to you right now, I’d like to clear the air and say I'm totally over you. I know my league and you are definitely below it! Bye!” You giggled before running off, leaving him standing in shock with his gang.

DARRY CURTIS

You had known Darry in high-school. He was popular and you were not, so it made sense that he rejected you. However when you saw him approaching you at the drive in, the pain and embarrassment came crashing back down on you.

“Y/n,” he said to you, as if testing the waters. You nodded in his direction before turning your attention back towards the screen.

“How have you been, you, uh, you look good.” He said awkwardly and you glance at him.

“I'm fine.” You tensed up when he sat next to you.

“Hey, uh, do you….are you free next week?” He asked hopefully and you scoffed.

“Hell no”

“Really Y/n? Is this all because I rejected you?” You glared at him, livid over the fact that he would bring that up. “Look, I was under a lot of pressure.. I'm sorry”

“Doesn't make it hurt any less.” You mumbled before getting out of your seat and leaving the drive in.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dally only likes pretty chick's, and you learned that after he whistled at you as you passed. You of course returned the favor by shouting a harsh ‘fuck off!’ which left him open-mouthed in shock.

“Y/n?” he asked, a grin starting to form on his face.

“What,” you glared at him, eyes narrowing in anger.

“Damn, you look good!” He said, taking a step closer to you and examining you.You got pissed and pushed him back away from you.

“What? I'm just tryna compliment you!” He said, stumbling back.

“Fuck off, Dallas. I mean it.” You snapped at him before stalking away.

[marilyn-girly]

i LOVE your account so could you PLEASE write something for Darry like anything I beg 🙏🙏🙏

Silver Springs

D Curtis x Reader

Warnings: angst, fighting, etc

────୨ৎ────

You could be my silver spring

Blue-green, colors flashing

I would be your only dream

Your shining autumn ocean crashing

You couldn’t help but zone out during class, your manicured nails tapping against the desk. You couldn’t help but think about the football game tonight and who’d be there. The star football player would be running across the field in about an hour. Would he score a touch down? Most definitely. For you? You knew he would.

The bell rang and it drifted you out of your dazed thoughts about Darrel. You quickly grabbed your books and scurried out of class. Your eyes roamed the crowded hallways with chattering acquaintances as you hurried to your locker. You opened up your locker and put your books away, not caring about the unorganized order of papers. You quickly looked into your mini locker mirror as you fixed your hair. You needed to look perfect.

You quickly slammed your locker shut when you felt two muscular hands grab your waist. You jumped and quickly turned around. You were met with a a big grin on your boyfriend’s face.

“Hey, honey”

You laughed and slapped his arm.

“You scared me, Darrel!”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll make sure to pop up behind you and not say anythin’ next time.”

“That’s even worse!”

You both started to walk out of the school building, Darrel’s arm drapped over your shoulder. The big game would start in an hour so you’d go home first. Darrel would be the one staying here.

“Excited for tonight?”

“Definitely. I’m gonna score a touch down just for you, honey.”

“Really?Just for me?”

He nodded his head which made you smile. You never doubted why people liked him because who wouldn’t? You both stopped walking on the sidewalk.

“You should get going. You don’t want coach getting mad especially before a game.”

He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, you know how he gets. But I’ll see you later, alright?”

You nodded your head and started to slowly walk back, still facing him.

“I’ll be in the crowd.”

“And I’ll be lookin’ for ya.”

You grinned and blew him a kiss goodbye before turning around and walking to your house, with an extra pep in your step.

୨ৎ

The Tulsa air was crisp and cooling, much nicer than the heat during the day. You sat in the bleachers watching as your boyfriend runs and catches the football. People around you hollered and screamed for him but you knew you were the loudest.

The score was up by one now, home just needed to get one more point to win. You shifted in your seat as you watched the ball fly up into the air. Your heart pounded with anticipation as the ball was passed by one teammate to another. The people around you, mostly parents or kids from school, mumbled and yelled tips on how to actually play.

The game got really interesting to you when Darry caught the football in his hands. You screamed for him and soon he was running with the ball down the football field. No one could stop him, he’s a natural. That’s why after being three seconds close to a heart attack he scored a touch down. The crowd irrupted in loud cheers and screams.

You hurried down the bleachers, hopping down onto the football field to see your boyfriend.

“Darry!”

You ran towards him and he took off his football helmet. He threw it onto the ground before grabbing you in his arms as you ran into him. Your lips collided with his in a messy but loving kiss. You both pulled away after it felt like your lungs were about to break.

“You did it.”

“I said I would.”

You smiled as you looked up at the boy that could give you the world if he could. It felt like he was all that mattered to you in that moment, he was all that mattered throughout high school.

And don’t say that she was pretty?

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don’t wanna know

You went away for college. That’s all you could think or say when someone brought up Darrel Curtis. You went away for college. You wrote to your lover everyday until he stopped writing back. You wasted dimes trying to receive calls that he’d never answer.

You never understood why he never wrote or called back until you traveled back to Tulsa for summer break. You learned about Ponyboy going missing with Johnny..the whole shabang. You wish you could’ve been there to comfort him but he found comfort in someone else. Someone who was there for him even though she was a complete stranger. Someone who was there when he was most vulnerable. You wouldn’t be that person because you weren’t there for him. You were only there through paper and calls, he couldn’t rely on that.

“What the hell, Darrel! You just think because I went away means this was over? That we were over?”

He ran a hand down his face and shook his head in aggravation.

“You don’t get it! You went away. You left me. I needed you and you left!”

“I had no clue! You just stopped answering my calls and my letters. You never told me!”

He ran a hand through his dark hair and laughed dryly, that was more of a scoff than anything.

“Maybe that was a sign! Maybe I didn’t want to answer your stupid calls or your shitty letters!”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. You thought he wanted you to write to him? You thought he still thought about you? He told you that when he left. He promised.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He looked away from you before continuing. His voice was quiet and shakey which was different from before.

“It means I’ve been done when I stopped answering. You weren’t here, she was.”

So I begin not to love you

Turn around, see me Runnin’

I say “I loved you years ago”

Tell myself you never loved me

The diner was filled but not filled enough to be loud. It was quiet enough to hear everybody’s conversations. You were sat alone in a booth as you nurtured a vanilla milkshake. You fiddled with your straw as your eyes roamed around the diner. There were waitresses serving their tables or talking bad about a regular. There were groups of boys that would do their homework or flirt with the waitresses. There were couples that have been dating for years but then there’s that couple that has been dating for two months.

Your face turned sour as you watched Darrel slide his hand up her arm, push her hair behind her ear, whisper sweet nothings to her. She would just smile. She smiled so sweetly you could see the softness in his eyes. The softness that you used to bring. You knew him when he was soft, you knew him when he’d light up a room with a smile. But her? She makes him turn soft, the way he used to be before he turned cold and stern.

You wish you were her. But you were her at one point. You were the girl that would make Darry want to go to school, you would make him want to head into math class and you made him want to follow his dreams. You believed in him and he did too but his dreams couldn’t be followed. So why would he continue to believe you? She would be the girl to stay with him throughout his endeavors and hardships. You weren’t that girl and you’d never be.

Oh, no

Could you tell me, was it worth it?

Baby, I don’t wanna know

You swallowed the lump in your throat before standing up. You let out a shakey breath and headed out the diner. The same diner Darrel took you on your first date because he thought

“It’d be nicer talkin’ instead of watchin’ a screen the whole time.”

You smiled and tilted your head.

“You’d wanna listen to me talk the whole time?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Gotta get to know ya but if I could I’d ask you to be my girl already.”

You scoffed and glanced away from him.

“You’re crazy, Curtis.”

“But I know what I want.”

You looked back at him and smiled seeing his proud grin.

“Alright. I’ll be there at six.”

That memory made you smile and it’s because all you have is memories of him. You don’t have plans and you never will.

You walked down the streets you both would walk on side by side. His arm would be wrapped around your shoulders and you’d be leaned into him. But you’ll never feel that warmth again. You’d pass by the drive in where he took you on your second date. That’s when Darrel tried to drape his arm around your shoulder but instead hit your face with his hand on by accident. You later forgave him when he dropped you off at your front porch and you kissed him under the flickering porch light. That’s when you both had your first kiss together.

You feel like the town is haunted by him. Every corner or under every street light was where you both were. You knew you’d never escape the memories you both had. You don’t think he would ever forget either.

Time cast a spell on you

You won’t forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me

[lqveharrington]

I saw your ask so…. I have a request for DALLAS WINSTON BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!

Okay so the reader is a part of the Curtis family and her and dally have been seeing each other in secret UNTIL something happens maybe Ponyboy or Johnny ACCIDENTALLY spill it from when they went to Dally for help and like ponyboy was grossed out but promised to keep the it secret. When they do find out they Darry loses it where maybe soadpop is like chill about it. Meanwhile Steve and Twobit are just enjoying the show/just their? (I dont know if this makes any sense💀)

Girl Curtis | D.W.

summary: your relationship with dally was meant to be a secret, but one night at the drive-in changes everything.

pairing: dallas ‘dally’ winston x curtis sister!reader

includes: fluff, slightly suggestive, cursing, talks of physical fighting, mentions of killing, mentions of underage drinking, steve & two-bit not helping the situation, ponyboy being grossed out, johnny being a cutie pie, reader is practically a mini version of darry

a/n: i love matt dillon 🤍 (i got lost at the end, idk man 😭) and this got hella long

Being a Curtis meant living in constant change. No matter what day of the week it was or the season, every single day was completely different from the last. From waking up to an actual breakfast to having chocolate cake for every meal. And it wasn’t like your family never accepted the change, but change was always something hard for your family to cope with—especially after your parents had died a year ago.

So when Ponyboy accidentally found out that you—his older sister, his only sister—were seeing Dallas Winston—the boy who’s been to jail more times than he could count—behind everyone’s back, he was too shocked to even utter a word at the sight.

He didn’t even mean to learn about your relationship with Dally—it was on pure accident. He and Johnny simply wanted advice from Dally, and Buck had let them inside his house. It wasn’t his fault that Dally left his bedroom door unlocked when he clearly had company over.

When the door swung open and revealed Ponyboy and Johnny, you immediately pulled away from Dally, scrambling to get off his lap while throwing a pillow in Dally's direction. Ponyboy immediately spun around and squeezed his eyes shut, tugging Johnny around as he stood frozen in fear and shock.

After what seemed like ages of shuffling around, the both of you were finally decent, although the smudges of gloss and lipstick around Dally's mouth seemed to remain.

He sat up properly and looked at you in amusement before putting a hand out toward the youngest Curtis in efforts to get him to focus on something other than walking in on his sister making out with a juvenile delinquent. “Listen, kid—“

“Don’t you dare say anything right now.” You glare at Dally before slowly moving toward your brother, approaching him like he was a wild animal. Ponyboy hadn’t said anything for the past five minutes, and you were starting to get worried that you broke him with one terrible interaction. “Pony—?”

“You’re dating Dally?” Ponyboy finally said as he turned back around to face you, staring at the two of you like it was the craziest thing in the entire world. He bit the top of his thumb and looked around the room, trying to distract himself from unwanted thoughts. “Does Darry know?”

You shake your head and gently move his hand away from his mouth, getting him to look at you. “Darry does not know, and he won’t know until we tell him, got it?”

Ponyboy’s eyes widened as he began to pace Dally’s room, mind running millions of miles per second. He wasn’t sure if keeping your relationship hidden was a smart move, but he couldn’t tell Darry without you knowing—you would kill him. And what about Sodapop? Surely he deserved to know about you and Dally, he wasn’t a snitch and he definitely wouldn’t be the one to tell Darry either.

Johnny watched Ponyboy cautiously, fingers playing with the buttons on his jean jacket for a lack of movement compared to his best friend. He wasn’t surprised that you and Dally ended up together—hell, Dally had told him that he liked you when he got drunk once. He didn’t know exactly when you got together, but it wasn’t Johnny’s place to tell anybody about your business or Dally’s business.

“Man, how did y’all even start dating?” Johnny asked to no one in particular as he continued to stare at Ponyboy, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“Uh, dunno, just happened one day.” Dally laid back on the headboard of the bed and lit a cigarette he found behind his ear, blowing the smoke high into the air before you could reprimand him.

You raise your brows at Dally’s words, looking back at him in surprise before rolling your eyes at the cigarette hanging from his lips. Dally loved to tell the story of how you two started going out, but you weren’t exactly sure what was stopping him. He would only be telling Ponyboy and Johnny.

“You are a terrible story teller.” You huff and put your hands on your hips, “You really aren’t gonna tell them?”

Dally took another drag from the cigarette, shrugging in response before a wicked grin made its way onto his face. He stood from his spot on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leaning his body against yours until you supported half of his weight.

“I’ll tell them how it ended, doll, how ‘bout that?” He said with the same damn grin, making you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell the two boys how that night ended. “Well, the story ends with me and girl Curtis tangled up in those sheets back there—“

“Okay, gross, shut up.” Ponyboy groaned and covered his ears, Johnny burning a bright red at the unwelcome thoughts. Ponyboy still kept his ears covered, “I’ll keep it a secret for as long as I can, but Soda and Darry are bound to find out sooner or later.”

After you finish jabbing Dally in the stomach for his crude behavior, you look back at your brother and remove his hands from his ears. “And we’ll cross that bridge when it happens, for now—“

You take Johnny and Ponyboy by their shoulders and turn them away, walking them to the doorway of the bedroom. “—I want to spend time with my boyfriend alone, alright?”

The two boys nodded and made quick steps to leave the place at once, doing their best to forget anything Dally had told them in the last minute of their life. You sigh and move to close the door when Dally props his head out the doorway.

“She’s a great broad, Ponyboy!” Dally shouted as he yanked the door back open, earning a scowl from you. He shut the door and locked it, giving you grin. “In the best way possible, doll.”

Although you wanted to spend time with Dally after Ponyboy and Johnny interrupted your make-out session, he really ruined the vibe with his parting words for the two boys. You ignored Dally as he tried to pull you in his arms and moved to sit on his bed instead, crossing your legs and arms then looking away.

Dally rolled his eyes and snubbed out his cigarette before taking a seat beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Come on, doll face.” He murmured as his hands wandered underneath your shirt. “You know I like you.”

You turn your head slightly and meet his eyes—the ones that only soften around the edges when he was with you. You bite your tongue when he trailed his hands across your stomach, “Do I?”

Dally propped his chin in your shoulder and pulled your legs apart, slotting himself in between and pushing you down onto his bed. “If you wanted to make-out, you could’ve asked without being so quiet about it.”

You pout jokingly before cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss, separating when his St. Christopher pendant pressed coldly against your neck. “Where’s the fun in that, Dal?”

“Man, what’re you gonna do about it? We’ll all be at the drive-in tonight.” Johnny kicked a rock as he walked beside Ponyboy, his tattered converse scuffing the cracked concrete as they returned to the Curtis house.

Ponyboy had been wanting to go to the drive-in for weeks after they announced they would do a double feature of Paul Newman movies. Tonight was the last night and Sodapop thought it was a good idea to drag everyone along—even Dally.

When Sodapop suggested the idea, nearly everyone was on board, but Ponyboy nearly felt his eyes pop out of his skull. If you and Dally were at the drive-in together, who knew what was going to happen. Although you were secretive about it, Dally would do anything to claim what was his.

“I’ll keep my damn mouth shut, that’s what.” Ponyboy stuffed his hands into his pockets as he kicked the fence gate open. “I’m sure they’ll be just fine with the rest of the gang. Besides, what could really go wrong?”

Apparently everything could.

When Sodapop said he was going to drag everyone to the drive-in, he truly meant everyone. He begged Darry far too many times that he eventually gave in and tagged along. Darry didn't want to go, but Sodapop wasn't going to stop until he got his way.

So Darry was also at the drive-in. Unfortunately for you and Dally—fortunately for Ponyboy—Darry sat in between the two of you, afraid that his younger sister might be tainted by the one and only person who could truly ruin her.

Too bad Darry didn’t know you were already Dally’s.

From where you sat, you watched Dally become restless beside Darry, making you bite the inside of your cheek. You knew he was itching to just talk to you even for a second, but Darry being there made it nearly impossible to even breathe near one another. Instead, you met his eyes and cocked your head to the side.

“I’m gonna grab a drink from the concession stand.” You announce loud enough for Dally to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb any of the other attendees.

Darry muttered something incoherent and handed you some change, watching you leave before switching his attention back to the projector. He looked over to his left and noticed that Dally had left too, raising his eye brows at the sight.

“Where’s Dally?” Darry asked out loud, earning shrugs from the rest of the boys—except for Ponyboy.

Ponyboy froze at the question and looked to his right, groaning when he saw Dally's empty seat. He should have known you two would try to sneak away together for even a moment. He mentally cursed both of you before excusing himself, leaving to find the two of you before Darry found you.

While back at the concession line, Dally was all over you. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head tucked into your neck and shoulder, murmuring words he wouldn’t dare say to anyone else.

If Darry saw you now, you’d both be dead in an instant.

“You missed me that much?” You murmur as he nods, continuing his kisses across your neck. “It’s only been thirty minutes—“

“Doll, I haven’t seen you all day.” He muttered and moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder instead, planting one last kiss to your jaw before complaining once more. “And your damn brother is making it real difficult for me to even talk to you.”

“If you hate it so much, then why’d you agree to come?” You roll your eyes before smiling brightly at the cashier, ordering your coke and a small bag of popcorn you knew Two-Bit would want after you returned.

Dally paid for your order before turning back to the conversation. He huffed and rubbed his jaw, voice low in annoyance. “'Cause I didn’t know Darrel was coming.”

You look up at him after grabbing your drink and popcorn, a teasing glint in your eyes. "You afraid of lil' ol' Darry?"

“Lil' Ol' Darry is a twenty year old man with pure muscle, and I'm datin' his little sister. You tell me.” He directed you toward the back of the seats, not wanting to go back to being separated just yet.

You took a sip from your coke and frowned at his words, looking down at your shoes for a second before Dally noticed your change in appearance.

“What?”

“You know we eventually have to tell Darry. Soda too.” You say quietly and stir the straw, the sounds of gunshots from the movie speakers ringing through the air.

Dally groaned and fiddled for a cigarette in his jean jacket, cupping his hand around the flame as wind blew through the night air. “You’re tryin’ to kill me, doll.”

You scoff and steal the lighter from his hand, “They’re still my family. I can’t just never tell them that we're going out Dal, that's not fair.”

He looked around for a second, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking back at you—shaking his head on how easily you could break his usually tough demeanor. “Alright, when do you wanna—”

"What are you two doing?" Ponyboy finally found the both of you, looking at you and Dally with so much annoyance you swore everyone at the drive-in could feel it.

"I was just getting a coke." You mutter and catch your brother's gaze.

"What's your excuse, Dally?" Ponyboy asked.

He sighed and put the unlit cigarette behind his ear, "Accompanying the missus."

Ponyboy's eye twitched and—for a second—Dally could see a vein pop on his forehead. "Are you both crazy? Darry immediately noticed that Dally was missing after you left—!"

"Sh!"

Dally rolled his eyes at the patrons before responding, thumbs looped in his jeans. "Listen, Ponyboy. I was just askin' your sister when we should tell Darrel and Sodapop—"

“Tell Darrel and Sodapop what?” Darry’s voice cut through Dally's explanation, causing you and Ponyboy to wince and face your older brother in fear.

Not only was Darry standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, but so was the rest of the gang—all of them expressing different emotions at the display. Sodapop wore an amused grin, Two-Bit stared with an open mouth while handing Steve a five dollar bill, and Johnny looked like he was about to run away from the scene.

Dally spun on his heel and put his arms on his hips before turning back around, head shaking in confusion and sudden frustration. “Where the hell did you come from?”

Darry narrowed his eyes at the boy, "I was going to look for my sister since it was taking an awfully long time to grab a singular drink, but then I saw Pony rushing over here like he was on fire or something."

“Darry—“ You try to stop the two boys from starting anything they didn't want to finish, only to be cut off by Darry and his disappointed glare.

“Don’t get me started on you." He shook his head and redirected his gaze back toward Dally, the heat returning to his blue-green eyes. "I want to hear from Dallas.”

Silence took over the group, everyone’s eyes darting between you and Dally to Darry. Ponyboy slowly ebbed his way over to Johnny, picking at his nails in nervousness. He should’ve known this was gonna happen when he left.

Finally, Two-Bit spoke up, trying to ease the tension but ultimately being ignored by the majority. “Oh, come off it, Darry. They ain’t causing trouble.”

Dally clicked his tongue and rolled his shoulders back, projecting enough confidence that surprised Johnny and Ponyboy. “Well, since you oughta know now, me and girl Curtis are going out.”

Sodapop’s grin widened when he saw you—his little sister—flush red, “Well, shit. I thought that was obvious when we came over. I think Darry just wanted a denial from y’all.”

You pursed your lips and watched Darry’s eyes narrow at the two of you, his fingers twitching for a split second before he moved. He took long strides over to Dally and gripped his arm, pulling him away from you and taking him to the other side of the drive-in. You bite your tongue, holding back any sounds of protest as you watched Dally and Darry speak.

“You didn’t think to tell us before Darry tries to kill your boyfriend?” Sodapop tilted his head and occasionally darted his eyes toward his older brother, watching him closely to ensure he didn’t blow his temper in a public space full of socs.

“I was gonna ease it in.” You sigh and drag your hand down your face in frustration, flicking a piece of dirt off your shirt. “You know how Darry gets when a boy looks at me, let alone Dally. Hell, he almost wanted to kill Steve when he took me to school the other day.”

“Not a fun memory, by the way.” Steve quipped from where he stood by Two-Bit, earning an eye roll from Ponyboy and a snort from Sodapop.

You raise a brow at them before waving a hand in the air, “If it makes you feel any better, Johnny and Ponyboy already knew.”

“What?” Two-Bit spun around and gawked at the two youngest of the gang. “And you didn’t wanna tell anyone? I could’ve won a bet with Steve!”

“Sh!”

“I promised to keep it a secret!” Ponyboy defended himself and crossed his arms, looking at you with slight annoyance. “It’s gross if you ask me.”

“Sh!”

“Mind your own business!” You and Steve whipped over to the old couple who kept shushing your group, watching them shake their heads and mutter something about ‘kids these days.’

Johnny scratched the bruise on his jaw, voice quiet after being told to shush too many times. “We found out on accident. Besides, there’s no good in arguing about it now.”

Before anyone else could add anything else to the matter, Dally and Darry came back. Neither of them expressing what they truly felt on the inside except. The only thing revealing their feelings were their eyes.

Darry looked like he could beat the living shit out of someone whilst Dally looked a little too proud for your liking.

Everyone held their breath but exhaled silently when Darry stole the keys back from Sodapop.

“Let’s go.” He beckoned his brothers away from the gang, looking back at you with the same disappointed look he gave you earlier. “Say goodbye. We’re leaving.”

You waited for them to disperse before looking up at Dally with crossed arms, “What did you two talk about? Darry looks like he was going to actually kill you.”

“Don’t worry about it, everything is fine, doll.” Dally ran rough fingers up and down your spine, watching your rigid figure soften. “Trust me.”

“Worst thing I could do is trust you right now.” You sigh and fiddle with your jacket’s zipper, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s not mad?”

“Fuckin’ fuming, doll.” He fished the lighter out from your back pocket and lit his cigarette, blowing the smoke toward his right. “But Darrel said as long as I treat you like the woman you are, he’s okay with it. He put stupid quotations around it too.”

“Which means he’s not okay with it.” You groan and smack his chest with the back of your hand, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m blaming you if I see you with a black eye and bruises in the next few days.”

“You’ll still like me and my charming smile.” He tucked the lighter back into your back pocket and pulled you closer.

“Unfortunately.” You tease before pushing him away when you heard Darry’s protests from the entrance of the drive-in. “I gotta go, Dal.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll.”

“Maybe don’t come around our house just yet.” You kiss his cheek and look over back at your brothers:

Darry spun his truck keys around his fingers while he bore a hard stare into your skull, Sodapop tried to distract him, and Ponyboy spoke to Johnny, his eyes constantly darting back to you and Dally.

You turn back to Dally, lips turned down into a small frown. “Darry might kill you.”

“Whatever, man.” Dally ignored Darry’s stare and placed his index and thumb on your chin, pulling you mere centimeters away once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Fine.” You give-in as he placed a rough kiss to your lips.

You hum into the kiss before pulling away with wide eyes when he tried to deepen it, head immediately whipping over to the entrance where Darry was already heading toward the two of you.

“Jesus, you have a death wish.” You say quickly with a pink face before you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“Get in the truck.” Darry pulled you away and shot Dally a dirty glare. “I said say goodbye, not make out with him.”

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and tuck your hands under one another, eyes hardened in frustration for both your brother and boyfriend. “I wasn’t!”

Darry muttered something under his breath and opened the back door for you, slamming it when you got it. You dug your nails into the seats, anger flaring in your eyes—just like your oldest brother.

“You like him.” Sodapop teased from the front seat of the truck, earning a glare from both you and Darry. He tossed his hands in the air, “What did I do?”

“Man, you and Dally are gross.” Ponyboy murmured in your direction and earned a flick to the arm from you. “Ow!”

Before you could get him back, Darry’s voice boomed in the car, causing everyone in the car to freeze like a broken movie frame.

“Quit fightin’ or you’re both walking home.” He huffed as he started the truck, driving out of his parking spot and down the cracked road toward the East side of Tulsa. “Can’t believe a simple outing turned into a lecture for my kid siblings.”

“We didn’t even finish watching the movie—“

“Sodapop, I swear to God—“

“Hey! I’m not the one dating Dallas Winston!”

“Soda!” You hit his arm when he mentioned your relationship with Dally, making Ponyboy hit you in retaliation and defense. “Ow!”

Darry slammed on the brakes and stared at the three of you in frustration, everyone’s eyes wide at the sudden action. “I want you three to shut up until we get home. And before you say anything else, I don’t want anymore talk about Dallas Winston tonight, got it?”

The three of you stilled and stared at the carpet of the truck, murmurs of agreement in the air.

“Good.”

Unfortunately for Darry, before he could move again, Sodapop’s eyes darted toward the side mirror, catching a figure running up to the truck. With the familiar leather jacket and heavy, worn boots, he instantly knew who was approaching the truck.

“Isn’t that Dal?” He asked quietly, causing the everyone to turn back and stare at the figure.

Dally pulled the door open and stared at you for a second, your eyes wide in confusion. “What are you—?”

“Sorry, forgot something.” He dug his hand into your back pocket and took the lighter back from you, sneaking a kiss to your lips before leaving.

Ponyboy nearly gagged at the sight and Sodapop wanted to whistle, but refrained after seeing his older brother’s pissed expression. You stared at him with wide eyes as Dally backed away, shutting the truck door and winking at you.

His devil grin glinting from the moonlight, “I’ll see you tomorrow, doll face!”

“Dallas Winston!” Darry shouted.

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[only-lonely-star]

Could you write one where Darry is worried about you. He’s always been protective about everyone but especially you. Love your writing!!

Always a Knock

Darry Curtis x Curtis sister!reader

Warnings: Without spoiling it, I will say this is supposed to be angst. Mentions of drinking & driving + implied harm to reader.

Summary: He didn’t mean to let you slip away.

Author’s Note: Dare I say my favorite piece I’ve written…

Word Count: 2k.

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Darrel sighed deeply, pushing his back against the front door. Once it could move no further, he made a beeline for the couch. Soda strode right past him, tearing his work shirt off his body. He was a sweaty, sunburnt mess. The pair spent their day slaving away at work to finally return home to an air-conditioned living room as their only form of relaxation.

Unfortunately for him, Darrel never relaxed. He would have to be up on his feet in as little as an hour to prepare dinner. He didn’t mind taking after his siblings, he truly didn’t. It was the stress of maintaining a set schedule that ticked him off. No man his age worked a full-time job to provide for his family. If he wasn’t at work, he attended track meets. If he wasn’t at a track meet, he attended rodeos. If he wasn’t at a rodeo, he was driving you around town to see your friends. He ached for a day off. A day where he didn’t have to tend to anyone’s needs, fix a caved in roof, or do the simple things such as washing dishes or folding laundry. One day for himself.

Before Darrel knew it, his eyes fluttered open at the sound of boots clashing against the wooden floorboards. His ‘after-work nap’ lasted longer than expected, setting him a bit behind schedule. The sun had set, and the crickets began singing their familiar tune. It was nightfall. Darrel sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He could hear the faint twist of the doorknob a little ways down from the sofa. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice raspy with exhaustion.

You turned around, exhaling the breath you had been holding in this entire time. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered back, a rather guilt-ridden expression shown.

“Where are you going?” he replied, keeping his voice low and soft. Darrel gave you a slow look over. He observed your outfit from afar, wondering where you could be headed to at this time of the night dressed like that.

“Out,” you said. You turned the knob all the way, pulling the door open only an inch wide before Darrel’s voice cracked.

“Out where? It’s dark.” The sour look on his face didn’t help matters. He sat up, rubbing away at his temples and exhaling sharply through his nostrils.

You refrained from rolling your eyes, or worse, replying with an attitude you knew he’d dislike. “With my friends. I have a ride, Darry.”

He stared at you, lifting his eyebrows to not look angry. It fell silent for a moment. Darrel didn’t like the vagueness of your replies. He didn’t like the way you seemed to have the intentions of leaving without notifying him. And he sure as hell didn’t like the way you were dressed. From the looks of it, that was your ‘party outfit’. Darrel knew exactly what went on at those house parties. He didn’t like this at all. Soda had enough sense to keep away from places like that. But you? Darrel needed more information on your plans ahead of time. It was a safety thing to put it simply.

“Who are these friends?” he asked, standing from the couch and groggily stepping close to you.

“Remember that group I went to get sundaes with last week? It’s just them.”

A beat of silence fell over the dimly lit room. To mask his ignorance, he cleared his throat.

“I can- I can take you. It’s really no problem, I’ve got enough gas,” he offered. Darrel began tightening his belt that hung loosely around his jeans. He ran a hand through his hair in attempt to freshen his appearance in case you took his offer seriously.

“They’re already coming, my rides are covered,” you explained, trying your hardest to keep from lashing out on your eldest brother. He never nagged at Soda like this; he didn’t even nag at Ponyboy for wandering off to the lot every now and then. It was like Darrel didn’t want you to have fun. He spoiled everything for you.

He let out a deep breath, averting his gaze to the kitchen. He felt similar feelings brew within him. He only wanted to help. His lack of knowledge of your plans tonight increased his unease with that outfit of yours. Darrel had been there and done that. He knew what was to come. But he didn’t always view you as his stubborn kid sister who never let him assist you. He could remember times when you were no larger then four feet tall, standing at his elbow. Times when your mother would tell him to watch out for you while she left for groceries. Times when your father said he needed to take on responsibilities now that you were sprouting into a young woman.

Darrel paced around the living room, drowning in his own thoughts of grief. It was his duty whether he liked it not to look after you. He only wanted you to be safe. He looked up from his dirt-covered boots and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered gently. “Let me heat you something to eat before you go, alright?” He gave you a playful noogie, a smile now present on his lips.

Considering that your friends hadn’t yet arrived, you relented. Leaving on an empty stomach wouldn’t do you any good. “Okay, okay! Don’t mess my hair up, now.”

Darry turned the kitchen light on, searching for anything within the contents of the fridge that he could heat up. He spent such little time at home that he couldn’t remember what he’d cooked the last few days. He searched through containers until he found what was left of last night’s stew. He figured he could warm a bowl up just in time. He was quick to pour it into a pot and carry it over to the stove. “Stew sound good? I haven’t had time to cook yet.”

You nodded, pacing around the living room. Your ears longed to hear screeching brakes outside. “Stew sounds fine. Sorry I’ll miss dinner tonight.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. As long as you’ve got some food in your stomach before you go, it’s fine by me.” He stirred the chunks mindlessly around in the pot, waiting for it to simmer. “You going to a party… or?”

“A party,” you nodded curtly. You figured a short, blunt answer would leave him with a satisfied enough answer that he wouldn’t press further.

And he didn’t. Darrel nodded, his gaze glued to the pot of stew. “That’s okay. Just uh… make smart choices. You know- no drinking, no boys, stuff like that.”

His concern was almost annoying. “I’m not. It’s a small get-together, nobody is drinking,” you reassured, though a hint of sass could be detected in your tone.

Darrel merely glanced up at you, giving you a look that dared you to keep talking. He poured the contents inside the pot into a white ceramic bowl. He fished for a spoon in the drawer just in front of his hips. “Here, it’s ready.”

You walked inside the kitchen, slurping down your first spoonful of stew. The chunks of vegetables were warm and tasty, seasoned to perfection. The curve of your spoon reached the bowl for a second time, only to be halted by the sound of screeching breaks and laughter just outside.

Darrel, who leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watched you eat. His eyes flickered to the front door at the noise. “Is that them?”

You nodded, shoving a second spoonful of stew into your mouth. You chewed quickly and leapt for the warmth of your brother’s embrace. Your arms wrapped around his torso, just seconds too soon for him to register that you were hugging him. He didn’t have the chance to hug you back before you raced for the door. “I’ll be back tonight. Maybe. Bye, Darry!” you called.

He followed right behind you, sticking his head out from the doorway. “Be safe!”

The burgundy pickup truck that dared to park outside had too many people on it. The seats were taken, leaving only the back of the truck to be the only accessible seating for you. You crammed yourself in between your girlfriends. Darrel shut the door, yet marched over to the window to have a look. He peeked through the blinds to watch as the driver, a broad-shouldered boy, turned up a glass bottle. He studied the others, noticing they were partaking in the foolish drinking as well. It was far too late to chase after the truck, for it sped off not more than a second after you hopped in.

Darrel tore himself from the window and walked towards the stew. Drinking. A whole group of kids. Drinking. He wondered how kids no older than eighteen could be into such a thing. Drinking and driving. He sipped on the stew, slamming the spoon down onto the counter beside himself. It would only be a matter of time before you called and asked for a ride home because some brainless teenage boy made you feel uncomfortable.

A half hour zoomed by as Darrel busied himself in the kitchen. He prepared dinner once again, hoping that he could make what was left of the night a good one. He pushed the bedroom door open to reveal Sodapop lounging in bed as Ponyboy scribbled onto a sheet of paper at his desk. “Dinners ready,” he notified, popping only his head inside.

The boys scattered around the kitchen, serving food onto their plates and grabbing silverware. Sodapop looked around curiously. “Where’s-?”

“She ain’t here,” Darrel interrupted, trying not to sound too annoyed with your absence. “Went out partying or something. You know about that?”

Sodapop paused, glancing at the ceiling. He thought for a moment before replying, “I can’t say that I do. Not any party that I’d be invited to, at least.”

“It’s a small get-together.” Darrel replayed your words over and over again in his mind. After the boys ate and headed for bed, Darrel hardly moved. He looked frozen in time, having hardly touched his own meal. There wasn’t much he felt like doing just yet. He had a sink full of dishes waiting for him, and he was losing more and more sleep as the hand on the clock ticked by. He finally stood and headed for the coffee pot that sat idle by the stove. He would spend his night waiting by the telephone for you.

Darrel made himself comfortable on the armchair that faced the front door. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from it. Though it was nearing eleven pm, and the world outside was silent, Darrel sipped slowly on his coffee. He decided that he was willing to head into work the following day without sleep if he had to. As long as he was able to make sure you came home safe and sound. He couldn’t shake the thought of his baby sister with folks he didn’t know doing God knows what. It unsettled him to a different level. He was supposed to be your protector, your provider. His night was spent dozing on and off, hoping to watch you walk through the door, or even call him at the very least.

Darrel was rattled awake at the sound of car doors closing just outside the chain-link fence surrounding the house. He stiffened, forcing his limp body off of the armchair and towards the window. He peeked through the blinds once more, kneeling on the couch. A police car.

He hurried for the door, fixing his hair for a second time to look somewhat decent. The officer’s boots were slow and quiet against the porch’s floorboards. With one hand pressing the rim of his hat to his chest, he hung his head lowly.

Darrel could remember a time, sitting in the back of the classroom, forced to listen to a lecture given by his wellness instructor. He could remember a time when his only worries were missing out on gym class for a stupid course like this. Drunk driving; the consequences and health risks it posed.

If there was one voice he could recognize, it would be hers. The way she paced around the classroom, locking eyes with each student as the room fell silent. “Remember children… it is never a call home, it is always a knock at the door.”

WAS THIS GOOD? I HOPE SO, I’M TRYING TO GET MORE EXPERIENCE WITH ANGST. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!

-Sophia 🫶🏼

[thewulf]

Don't Cry || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - In that, you mentioned Dally and Two-Bit walking the reader home and I had a request idea I wanted to send you. Could you write a Dallas Winston x reader where reader is a little younger than him but he’s really protective of her??... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh these Outsiders requests are so much fun! I'm writing them so quick. Fresh inspo is so much fun. Thank you for the request and hope you enjoy! @fluentmoviequoter

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.0k +

TW: knifes, knife cutting, blood, crying, yelling

You’d known Dallas Winston for a long time. Not your whole life but it felt like it. He was always a constant in your life. Your relationship was always a weird one with the Winston boy. You could joke all day long in the confines of the house but as soon as you left it he wanted nothing to do with you. Like he was embarrassed of you. Little did you know he was just trying to keep your squeaky-clean reputation intact. For you might’ve hung, lived with and been around greaser’s but you weren’t one really. You were a greaser by association. Dally always said you were far too kind, too pure for this lifestyle so he tried his hardest to keep you as far away as he could.

It wasn’t easy when you gave him those pleading looks outside the Curtis residence to just acknowledge your presence. He tried his best not to cave. Not even when all he wanted to do was laugh about something stupid Ponyboy or Sodapop did. But you couldn’t be seen with him out and about so casually. Then the Soc’s would start to target you. He didn’t know what he was quite capable of at the thought of somebody hurting you. As he got to know you and the Curtis after moving to Tulsa he swore he’d protect you day and night. He wouldn’t let a pretty little hair on your pretty little head get touched.

He'd decided early on when he met you, he was ten and you were eight, that he was going to get you tough. He was going to be hard on you, not too hard though. If you were going to grow up a greaser then you needed to know how to defend yourself. He spent the next eight years teaching you, training you, protecting you. He didn’t realize when it happened but slowly he stopped looking at you like a younger sister. Those protective feelings went far deeper than familial love. No, he actually loved you. He’d fallen in love with the one person he really shouldn’t have fallen for. Darry would skin him alive if he knew. Soda would beat him into oblivion. Pony would tell him how disappointed he was in some sort of poetic way that went over his head. He knew he just had to keep these growing feelings quiet. For your sake. You didn’t need to deal with him or his endless amounts of baggage. Even if he could see how attached you had grown to him too.

To say your relationship had grown confusing and chaotic over the years had been an understatement. Even Darry had picked up on some of the awkward tension that seemed to pop up out of nowhere when the two of you were left alone. Soda caught onto the longing gazes Dally would throw your way. He even caught you a few times doing the same to him. Pony wasn’t blind either. He was your very best friend and confidant. Whenever the conversation of Dallas Winston came up you shied away. Scared of letting something loose on accident. All the brothers knew there was something there they just didn’t know if and what would happen.

After your parents had died he’d been there for all of you but especially you. You’d taken it the hardest. Your mom was your favorite person and she just disappeared one day. You were lost and had to rely on teenage boys to guide you through it all. Your parents had nobody they could fall back on to take care of you. Thank goodness for Dally. He’d quite literally pulled you out of the depression you’d slipped into by just being there. Helping you. Asking for nothing in return. That’s when you fell in love. He’d shown you his true colors under the layers and layers to Dallas Winston. Under it all he was there for you and promised to never leave. And you knew he'd keep that promise, you just knew it.

Slowly the months ticked by and you’d gotten back to normal. Going out with friends and boys. Dallas watching you like a hawk whenever you went on dates with guys he knew were nothing compared to you. But he decided not to say a word and let you live your life. It was worth seeing the smile come back to life after seeing you so sad for too long. Seeing you happy was worth it all.

So, when Ponyboy asked you to accompany him on a Paul Newman special at the movie theatre you couldn’t refuse him. He was so excited about seeing the film you could hardly imagine saying no to him. You’d always enjoyed the movies too so it was hardly a tough sell on his part.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a Saturday. Maybe if Dally was there to accompany you. But you couldn’t admit that. If you did then everything would change. Who knows what Darry would do to Dally. How Soda would treat him. This could get weird, and you hated weird. You’d rather keep it normal even if it meant having to keep him as a friend.

“Which one did you like better?” Pony asked once the two of you had left the theatre. He placed his hands in his pockets giving you a quizzical look. The two of you waked slowly along the cracking road that needed some serious repairs. Your head spun towards the street seeing a car full of Soc’s roll up chipping at Ponyboy about something, ignoring you completely. Even though you were over a year older than him Pony stood much taller than you. He pushed you behind his back as he yelled back at the boys. You tugged at the back of his shirt letting him know it was time to go. It wasn’t smart to get chippy with five of them in the car. They outnumbered the two of you and you were rather useless in a fight.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you across the street. After a moment of walking along the residential road you answered him, “The Hustler was far better Gidget Goes to Rome. Paul Newman really is a mastermind.”

He smirked bobbing his head in agreement, “Thought you’d say that.”

You feigned offense at that statement, “Am I that predictable Ponyboy Curtis?” You raised your eyebrows as you walked along the dirt path. The theatre wasn’t far from home thankfully. Maybe just over a mile. A twenty-minute walk or so.

“No. I just know you I guess dear sister.”

You smiled at your younger brother. Even since your parents had passed you’d taken on the nurturing role for him and even Soda more recently. Darry had none of it though. You’d grown close to your two brothers since their death’s. Darry kept his distance trying to do his best to raise you instead of letting you help him. He was trying to take on the role of your father without even asking if that’s the three of you wanted. But you didn’t dare question him.

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, “That you do Ponyboy. You know me better than anybody else.” You spotted a vehicle fast approaching from behind the two of you as you went in for a hug.

Your eyes widened seeing the same Mustang before barreling towards you, “We gotta run.” You grabbed his arm and started sprinting down the road. Pony was faster, so much faster than you, so he tried to drag you along only ending up tripping you in the process. They caught up in their Mustang an instant. He stood in front of you as you scrambled to your feet.

You gulped as the five boys got out of the car walking towards you, “Get out of here.” Pony tried to sound tough, but you heard the waver in your younger brothers voice.

One of them flipped a blade open. Your eyes shot wide open as you grabbed his shirt trying to tug him away. But they were faster as one of them tugged on your arm pulling you to the ground in front of Pony. You let out a scream trying to draw the greasers attention a few houses down. Hopefully they were hanging out outside like they usually were. Drinking beers or some shit.

“Darry! Soda!” You yelled as Pony as was taken down to the ground with you. He tried to let out a few calls for help but was muffled by something being shoved in his mouth.

“Shut her up.” One of them said, Randy maybe? You’d recognized him as the one with the redhead from school.

And before you knew it that same blade was placed right to your throat, “Pretty little things got a mouth on her huh? Maybe this’ll quite you down.” The overly-cologne scented Soc smirked as he pressed the blade across your throat drawing yet another yell right from you. He cut you. He really cut you.

Before you knew it they were running away. Your brothers and friends had heard you and Ponyboy yelling and came running right to your defense. It was only a little over a minute you were down on the ground, but that minute made you tremble. You’d never been so dominated like that in your life.

You looked down shocked at everything that had just happened. You’d felt the blood trickling down your neck more so than throbbing of the slice the Soc had given to you. Darry pulled you up from the ground, so you were sitting at eye level with his crouched form. After a moment of him holding the handkerchief up to your neck he finally spoke, “They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?” His voice was low. He was pissed. You knew you were in trouble later on once everything had settled.

You shook your head afraid to look at your older brother, “No, I’m fine.” You whispered afraid of what he might say next.

Ponyboy made his way over to you, crouching down next to Darry, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t…”

You stopped him, “It’s fine Pony. I’m okay really. Just a cut.” A small smile wavered over your face trying your best to reassure him.

Darry scoffed hating how you were playing this off so casually. Like his kid sister hadn’t gotten a knife pulled on her. Like you hadn’t gotten cut by that very same knife. It was every nightmare he had coming to light right in his backyard. At least the two of you had gotten that far before being attacked.

“Hey, Y/N.” Soda spoke after running up. His face dropped seeing the blood running down your neck, “Did they pull a blade on you?” He put his hands on your shoulders so he could get a better look.

Your face flushed with embarrassment seeing all of your brothers eyes right on you. Turning away you couldn’t take Soda’s intense gaze, “Yeah.”

He pulled your head back towards him, “Hey kid, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. Come on.” Grabbing your hand, he hoisted you to your feet with ease. Darry gave you one last quick look before he grabbed Pony by the arm. You gulped knowing Darry was going to have it in for him. You needed to talk to your older brother about being so hard on Pony. It was just an accident after all. It wasn’t your fault the Paul Newman films kept the two of you in deep conversation not seeing the Mustang until it was too late.

Dally only interrupted you and Soda once Darry had pulled Pony ahead. He needed to make sure that his favorite Curtis sibling was okay. A minor wave of panic rang through his body seeing you pushed to the ground next to Pony with those boys had their filthy Soc hands on you. Rage washed over him as he kicked the side of the fancy car when they fled away from the scene.

Dallas’s eyes scanned over you with concern only stopping when he saw the trail of blood rolling down your neck, “What the hell is that? Did they cut you?” He took a step closer, grabbing at your face with a delicate touch. Almost as if he was afraid he’d hurt you further if he grasped on too tightly.

“Jesus, Curtis. What’d I tell you about defending yourself?” He gave your cheek a soft squeeze before dropping his hand. He spotted the already bloodied Handkerchief turned rag in Soda’s hand and held out his own to ask for it from your brother.

You looked down, “It was five on two Dally. What were we supposed to do?” You asked back earnestly wondering what the hell you were actually supposed to do. Run? Pony was faster and you’d only slow him down so that wasn’t an option. You’d already tripped trying to keep up with him. Try and fight? Well, you got a blade pulled on you so that wasn’t great either.

He bit his mouth trying his best not to snap at you. His adrenaline was high, and he was scared at the thought of you actually getting hurt, “I don’t know Y/N. Fight back? You were just lying there!”

You stopped walking abruptly, brushing Soda away knowing he didn’t need to hear the conversation about to go on between you and the hot-headed man beside you, “Can you go make sure Pony’s okay?” You asked him.

Soda gave you a curious look before finally handing Dally the handkerchief, “You sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” You gave him a quick push before turning back to Dally, “What is wrong with you?”

He stepped closer so your brothers couldn’t hear ahead of you, “What the hell is wrong with me? I’m just trying to keep you alive Curtis. I should be asking you the same! Why are you out walking alone with Pony this late on a Saturday anyway? You two know better. Those no good for nothing assholes only want to fight.” He grumbled before dabbing at the semi-dried blood on your chin.

You let out a huff of irritation. He was being so caring yet so damn frustrating, “What? I can’t go anywhere without a damn chaperone now? I’m confined to my brothers house? Is that how it’s going to be Dally? Pony isn’t enough now?” Your voice was snappy as you pushed and pushed and pushed him. He was already feeling on edge from the whole thing and your attitude was about to be his breaking point. There was nobody on this planet that could get under his skin like you could, nobody except for you. You’d found a way to weasel your way into his ice-cold heart and sink a burning ember into it. For Dallas Winston would do anything for you. But man, did you frustrate him to no end.

“Jesus, you know that’s not what I mean! Stop putting words into my mouth Curtis.” He put his hands up in the air in frustration, raising his voice just a tad. Darry turned back observing, making sure you were fine. He knew Dally would never hurt you. He could see the way the Winston boy looked at his younger sister. He wasn’t stupid. Dally had always been soft on you. Except he wasn’t. He pushed you harder than he pushed anyone. He wanted you to know how to defend yourself. With your hands, a knife, a pipe whatever. He was going to teach and push because he needed you alive. You were the only thing grounding him to this planet at the moment.

Your eyes narrowed on his, your voice raising as well, “Then what do you mean Dallas? Go ahead. Say exactly what you mean. I can take it.” You’d only used his full name when you felt like being patronizing.

He looked like he was contemplating everything before he turned back to you, “You need to be more careful!” He snapped. He didn’t raise a hand on you but instead yelled right at you stopping you in your tracks. Dally had never yelled at you before. Scolded sure. Disappointed yes. Angry, of course. But yelled? Never.

Your brothers must’ve seen the look in your eyes as they all stepped in. Darry pulled Dally away telling him to cool off. Soda grabbed your arm pulling you back towards the house. And Pony happily chatted away trying to take your mind off it.

“Dally’s just an asshole, you know that!” Pony’s final ditch effort to get you to smile came up miserably short.

You gave him a solemn nod, “Yeah, I know. Never to me though.” The sadness in your voice must’ve been evident because that had him quiet down the remainder of the short walk home. You brushed them all away telling them that you were ‘fine’ and going to take a nap.

They left you alone for a few hours but when you didn’t come out for dinner all three brothers grew worried. Soda knocked on your door lightly, “Hey kid. Supper’s getting cold. Darry made one of your favorites, spaghetti, and meatballs.”

It was sweet how much they cared on you when you were down, but damn was it suffocating sometimes. It was times like these when you wish you could run to your mom and ask her advice on it all. Boys were… boys and they often didn’t have a clue what ran through your head.

“I’m not hungry Soda. Maybe later, I’m working on homework.” You heard him sigh before walking away. You’d thought you would have gotten rid of them but another, much louder knock broke you away from the essay you were committed to finishing.

“Pony said you both skipped lunch to go to the movies. Come on down and get some dinner kiddo.” Darry’s much deeper voice spoke through the door. He tried twisting the knob but stopped when it wouldn’t budge. As much as he wanted to knock your door in he knew better. You weren’t like his brothers. No, you were so entirely different. He couldn’t treat you the same or you’d most likely find yourself a foster home instead.

“I had popcorn. I’m still full from that.” It wasn’t a lie. You weren’t hungry. You were uneasy and nervous. And wanted to finish the damn easy that you’d been staring at for the better part of three hours now.

“Alight kid, I’ll save you a plate.” He grumbled before beginning to walk away.

“Thanks Dar.” You hummed ignoring the lump forming at the back of your throat. You were so lucky to have your brothers who cared for you so deeply. You just wished they’d give you the space you needed.

And you thought they did before, yet another knock came to your bedroom door not thirty minutes later. With a huff you set the pencil down, “Go away Pony. I’m not in the mood.”

A laugh so distinct came from the other side of the door. That was certainly not Ponyboy, “Try again, sweetheart.” Dallas. Dallas freaking Winston. What had your brothers done?

Your palms began to sweat as your heartrate sped up rapidly, “What are you doing here?” It came out colder than you meant but Dally just found it amusing. He knew you couldn’t hurt a fly much less hurt him words. Albeit you might be the only person that could actually hurt him with words if you wanted to. Dally was soft for one person. You.

“I’m here for you.”

You sighed, “Go away. I’m not hungry. I don’t know who went and got you or called you or whatever. I’m not in the mood Dally.”

He put his head on your door knowing your mood was stemming from the argument earlier. He had snapped at you, and he felt bad. Especially after Darry of all people came knocking at his door pleading with him to come back to his place and talk to you.

His voice was low but he knew you could hear it, “You and I both know I’m not going away little Curtis. So, you can open that door and we can talk about it, or I can sit here all night waiting. Those are the options.” You heard his stubborn ass slide down the door. You knew they could most likely pick the lock or break down the door. But Darry wasn’t stupid. He knew it’d cause more harm than any good. You needed your safe space away from all the madness of being a greaser. A place you could lock yourself away from.

“Please,” Your voice cracked as fresh tears flowed down without you even noticing, “Just go away.”

You heard him click his tongue, “No can-do sweetheart. I gave you the options. Your turn to pick.” His voice was smug. Was he relishing in making you squirm? Neither was really an option. Both forced your hand. But then again this was Dallas. He got what he wanted.

You tried to turn back to your essay all you could think about was Dallas freaking Winston sitting on the opposite side of your door. You knew his stubborn ass wouldn’t leave either and that drove you nuts. You’d never be able to finish the essay or go to bed knowing he was sitting there just waiting on you.

With a heavy sigh you got up, walked towards the door, opened it without so much as a second thought and found him sitting right next to your door, “Go away.” You tried in your meanest voice, but it came out as a whisper.

He shook his head as he stood to his feet, “That’s not going to happen sweetheart.” He leaned against your doorframe pushing you back inside your room.

“Why can’t you guys just leave me alone for one night? One stupid night. That’s all I’m asking for!” You’d hardly ever raised your voice, but you were tired. Exhausted. Scared of the Soc’s that pulled a freaking knife out on you. Frightened because when you needed a helping hand all you got was a scolding voice.

“We’re worried about you is all. You got attacked. A knife pulled out on you…” He lowered his voice hoping it’d help settle down the rage he saw in your eyes. It was weird. Different. He was used to such a sweetness about you. He’d never seen you angry. Upset sure. But this was something entirely different.

Your eyes bugged, “You think I don’t know that? That maybe I just need some alone time away from all of this?” You didn’t hate being a greaser, no. That would never be the case. You loved your life with your brothers. You were just so damn tired of always being alert these days. Being a girl put you in a weird position with the greasers. The Soc’s never laid hands on you until today. It was startling. You’d always heard how dangerous the life was but today laid it out in front of you how truly dangerous it could be if you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He put his hands up in defense, “You need to calm down, Y/N.” His eyes shifted from one of a confident gaze to one that filled with concern

You wanted to slap him across his pretty little face, “You saying that is definitely not going to calm me down!” You were beyond frustrated now. You didn’t want to talk about it. You wanted him to leave you alone.

His eyes downturned as he saw your frigid stance. You were, for the first time he had recalled in his life, angry. Like angry, angry. Like you looked like you wanted to rip his head off angry, “Hey, I’m sorry. But I need you to relax a little. Sit down for me?” You were struck by his apology. Dallas Winston saying he’s sorry? You thought you’d so sooner be struck by lightning than hear those words come out of his mouth. The rage in your body calmed at that.

With an icy glare you sat down on your bed. You weren’t sure why you were listening to him. You were angry with him. He yelled at you when you needed sympathy. He’d scared you when you were already terrified. You thought the world of him, but that world came crashing down oh so quickly. You knew of the Dally he had hidden so well from you. Pony, Soda, and Darry would tell you stories all the time of how menacing he was. How he was so fearless in the face of it all. How could you not love on the man?

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked after shutting your bedroom door behind him. He knew your brothers were listening in, but it at least gave the illusion of a private conversation. Not that it mattered. They’d get the damn conversation out of one of the two of you eventually anyway. There was no privacy with the greasers.

“I’m fine.” You snapped at him, clearly not fine.

He shook his head giving you that damn chuckle that meant he knew you were lying, “I’m going with you’re not. You wanna tell me what’s the matter?” He asked once more. Stubborn.

“I want you to go away. That’s what I want.” The word weren’t as harsh this time. More like a soft rumble.

He sighed, “Come on Curtis. It’s just me. I know you and I know you’re not okay or fine or whatever word you wanna use. You can talk to me. It’ll be okay.” He grabbed for your hand that was nervously clutching the edge of your mattress giving it a comforting squeeze when his fingers locked with yours.

You felt the words coming on before you could stop them and soon you were rambling, “I’m overwhelmed Dally! I’m scared. I’m nervous. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable walking down the damned street anymore! And none of you will leave me alone to think about it!” You fired back exasperated. The building rage inside your eyes quieted down at the admission. You were terrified of what happened next. Everybody was always on edge these days. Life went from easy to hard in what felt like a night after your parents had left.

He opened his arms up, “Alright, come on. Come here pretty girl.” It didn’t take him much effort to pull you right into his embrace. In another instance you’d probably have fought him, but you were terrified and exhausted and his warm embrace was everything you needed. He pulled you closer before resting his head on yours, “It’s okay to be scared.” He whispered knowing that your nosey as hell brothers were likely sticking their ears to your door.

You closed your eyes letting the scent of his cologne mixed with the long day wash over you. So much more refreshing than the scent that washed over you earlier. Dally was always your comfort. No matter how harsh a day or words that were spat you knew you could count on him. No matter how mean you were to him either, “You yelled at me.” You felt another wave of tears come on. God, you felt so pathetic in his arms crying about being yelled at. Some greaser you were.

“I know.” He sighed giving you another reassuring squeeze, “You scared me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just let out my frustration out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve been there to protect you.” He sounded a bit angrier not that he was getting it off his chest.

You pulled your head back gaping at his with a confused expression, “Is Dallas Winston apologizing?”

He gave you that soft smirk that you’d come to love, “If you tell someone I did, I’ll deny it.” He brushed the stray tears away with his thumb, “I don’t like it when you cry.”

You laid your head back down on his chest, “Don’t make me cry then.” Quipping back, you knew that wasn’t entirely fair. He wasn’t the sole reason you were in tears. But he was the reason you were crying then.

He leaned down whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect. You know I’m a fuck up. But I’ll try. I’ll always try for you.” There was no chance your brothers could hear him for you hardly could. Or maybe that was the rough pounding in your ears. He wanted it to stay between the two of you. He knew Darry would flip if he tried to make a pass at his sister. So, he’d keep his distance from you, for now. But he couldn’t promise to restrain himself if you made advances on him, he’d fold in an instant if you did.

“I believe you.” You fisted his shirt in your hands, grasping onto him. This certainly wasn’t what friends did. But it felt right to cling onto him. To mold into his touch and his embrace. Dally felt so incredibly meant for you the thought of not being with him hurt you.

He held onto you for just a bit longer before pulling back, “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out. You’ve got me. Your brothers. All those friends. You’ll be just fine.”

You gave him a quick nod brushing the fogginess out of your eyes, “Thank you Dally.”

“Always. Now come on, let’s go eat before Darry force feeds you.” He stood, unwrapping himself from you, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Darry would, wouldn’t he?” You smiled taking his hand in yours happily.

He gave you that look, “Let’s not find out.” Before pulling you out the door. To nobody’s surprise were all three Curtis brothers not even subtly eavesdropping in on the conversation right outside your door.

“All of you. Unbelievable.” Your laugh let them know they’d called just the right person to brighten your spirits. Darry knew it was only a matter of time before you realized that he was your person. The thought terrified him. The older you got the closer the two of you grew. But time and time again Dallas had shown Darry just how much he loved you too. His actions and his words showed just how much he actually did care for you.

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death really hurts ; darrel curtis x y/n

tw!!: curtis parents death, lowk js sad lol

Distant. Thats the first word that comes to mind when you think of the deaths of the Curtis parents.

A beautiful puppy love relationship, soon had a figurative grey cloud looming over it.

Sure it hurt. It hurt so so much, but you could never say that out loud. Especially, when then twenty year old Darry could barely speak about his parents without getting choked up.

He was given many responsibilities, the biggest one being the task of looking after his brothers. You were there right beside him, almost taking over a gaurdian role aswell.

Darry had become distant, and pretty stern. Hushed late night talks, turned into lights out at 8:30. There were no more small dates, those turned into hunting down Pony for his next lecture. He made his care for his brothers his main priority.

You’d began to accept that things were going to be different now. That darry couldn’t be a young adult anymore. He had to be a grownup.

The mere glimpse of the “old him” was when two-bit cracked a genuinely funny joke that Darry couldn’t help but offer a small smile.

You knew he did love you, he just didn’t have the time on his hands to express it the way he used too. N’ that was okay.

Death just really hurts, and its a pain that wont just go away.

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☆.「 A Heart Full Of Tears 」.☆

“There’s a place where lovers go… to cry their troubles away.”

Synopsis…! You never thought you’d fall for someone like him. A Greaser. He never thought he’d ever have a chance with you. A Soc. But your two worlds inevitably collide, changing your lives like a star exploding. Until it all goes down in a flaming mess.

a/n…! Apologies for the fact the girl in the mood board at the end isn’t very racially ambiguous… I couldn’t fit enough photos w/o taking up other needed spaces😞

w/c…! 1900+ words

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July 14th, 1964.

The sun was high in the sky of Tulsa as you walked around, shoes tapping against the pavement of the sidewalk.

You know you shouldn’t be walking around like this alone, but you’re confident your mother is only exaggerating the things she says about the people on this side of town. How they’re “hoods” and “violent.” Sure, you’ve seen what they’re capable of, but you also know there’s a big difference between those who are greasers by choice and greasers by chance.

Meeting Johnny Cade is what solidifies your opinion.

When you stepped into the local diner – one of your favorite spots – he quickly caught your eye. His shaggy black hair, honey skin, big black eyes. It all made your heart stutter.

But you put on a straight face nonetheless.

You take your seat on a barstool, waving over a waitress so you can order a milkshake.

And all the while, Johnny is looking at you.

Your smile, your hair, your eyes, your laugh, your lips; they’ve all been the center of his mind for a long while.

Dally and Pony’s jokes and words fall upon deaf ears, his body and soul occupied by the Soc girl a couple meters away.

“Ay, Johnnycakes, anyone home?” Dally taps his finger against Johnny’s forehead, immediately pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, just, uh, spaced out..” He replies, fighting to keep his gaze from the girl he’s been infatuated with for months.

“You sure about that, man? You’ve been awful quiet.” Ponyboy adds.

Johnny can only sigh, his gaze fixed on a girl he’ll never have. You.

When you eventually leave the diner, your mind is still stuck on Johnny – as it always has.

But you’ve hardly taken ten steps before you hear the jingle of the door opening behind you. You turn, only to see a familiar face. Big black eyes. Honey skin. That goddamn scar.

Johnny.

Your eyes lock. His friend shoves him forward, Dallas Winston, you note. Suddenly he’s standing before you in all his glory. His shy, beautiful glory.

“Hey, uhm, I-I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to go see a movie sometime?”

His question catches you off guard. He wants me to see a movie with him? you think to yourself.

For several seconds, you’re stunned into silence and he thinks you’re going to reject him. Call him a filthy hood and spit on his shoes. But your response shocks him even more.

“I’d love to.”

December 1st, 1964.

Nearly five months.

That’s how long you and Johnny have been going steady, and oh, how amazing it’s been.

He showers you with love and compliments 24/7, hands always holding your hips or waist or hand. It surprises you, considering the way he was raised.

And surprisingly, your parents have been accepting of your relationship. He’s allowed to stay over when his parents are fighting and he’s caught in the crossfire, they always make extra food for him at dinner, and your older brother even lent you some old clothes for him.

It’s perfect.

One night, you and Johnny are cuddling in your bed. His arms are wrapped around your body, his hands tracing patterns on your skin as you lay your head on his chest. Never in your life have you felt so loved, so happy. He’s the light of your life. Your everything.

“I love you, Johnny.” You mutter suddenly.

He looks down at you in surprise, and for a moment, you think you’ve ruined it all.

But then his features soften. Those big eyes of his, going from wide-eyed shock to loving gentleness in moments.

“I love you too, baby.” He murmurs in return.

You look up at him, eyes meeting. A small smile graces your lips, one full of the kindness and love he’s grown used to.

You’re his whole world. His sun, his moon, his stars — the air he breathes, the grass he touches.

The two of you lean in, lips locking. It's soft. Sweet. Not like the way you see other greasers kiss their girls. More like he’s savoring you, as if you’ll disappear the moment he pulls back.

But you don’t.

And that’s why he loves you.

When everyone else would have left, you stayed.

April 7th, 1965.

“He did what?!” You yell over the phone, voice breaking at the words Dallas has just confessed to you.

“Yeah, they’ve, uh, ran away... Don’t know what else to tell ya, man. They may not ever come back, to be honest.” Dallas replies.

You can’t believe what you’ve heard. Johnny – your Johnny – killed a Soc? Sweet, soft, kind Johnny? It’s shocking.

Sure, you’ve seen him get into fights, yell and look more like a rabid wolf than a small puppy, but him taking a life?

It makes you sick to your stomach.

Dallas gives you the rest of the details, to steer clear of cops and all that. But the moment he hangs up, you're breaking down.

Tears you’d been holding back for too long stream down your cheeks, loud hiccups and sobs leaving you. Your knees buckle and you land on your floor with a thud.

Your darling, wonderful Johnny may be sent to prison for manslaughter.

The following day, you go visit the Curtis household, a tin of homemade chocolate cupcakes in your hands. It surely won't make up for the disappearance of Pony and Johnny, but it may provide comfort.

You take a deep breath and rap your hand against the door softly.

It’s Darry who opens the door.

He murmurs your name, voice full of disbelief and clear exhaustion.

“What are you doing here?” He adds, motioning for you to enter.

Everyone is there. Dally. Steve. Soda. Two-Bit. All but two familiar faces. It makes your heart break.

“I just… I-I just wanted to stop by. See how y’all are doin’.” You say, ignoring the way your voice cracks with emotion. Your hands tremble as they grasp the tupperware in your hands.

They all know the pain you’re in, feel it themselves, but only to an extent.

Johnny was someone they knew, of course. They loved him like a brother. But they never did – and never will – know him like you do.

Without speaking another word, Darry pulls you into his arms, allowing you the freedom to sob against him.

It hurts, seeing someone so bright lose their spark.

At the end of the day, after spending hours at the Curtis’ place – reminiscing, talking, bonding – you decide to go home. But you’re hardly out of the door when Dallas pulls you aside.

“Hey, uh, by the way, I’m plannin’ on goin’ to see Johnny and Pony later this week.”

“You know where they are?!”

“Yes, doll, I know where they are. But you can’t know.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette, like he’s bored.

“You should write Johnny a letter. I’ll give it over to ‘im and stuff.”

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears at his statement.

“Of- Of course, yes. I'll bring it over tomorrow.” You say.

With a single nod as a goodbye, you walk over to your car, sliding into the driver’s seat.

That night, you write your letter.

But your words are never read.

April 15th, 1965.

The fire.

The church.

The letter.

Johnny.

Not much aside from those things have been occupying your mind.

A week has passed since they ran away.

A day has passed since the fire.

An hour has passed since you last saw Johnny.

You currently sit on the couch at the Curtis house, biting your nails like crazy. There’s a rumble tonight, against the Socs. Dally told you, Two-Bit and Pony that they’re gonna beat them. For Johnny, he said. It’d only hurt your heart more.

Hours pass. Then the door swings open. You watch as Darry, Two-Bit, Steve and Soda all file into the room, but there’s two people missing.

“Where’s Dallas and Pony?” You ask.

“Not sure. Maybe went to see Johnny.” Two-Bit replies, already grabbing a beer from the fridge.

After about a half hour, the door opens again. Pony’s beaten face appears in the doorway.

“Hey, where ya been?” Darry murmurs. No response.

“Hey, Pony.. whats wrong?”

You stare at the boy, your throat tight with emotion.

The first words out of his mouth leave your already cracking heart in pieces.

“Johnny’s dead. Told him about beatin’ the socs.”

You don't register another word that comes out of his mouth. The whole world goes blank, your entire mind crashing down on you.

“Johnny’s dead.”

June 15th, 1965.

Your soft hands brush over the rough stone you’re sitting on, a small tremble in your touch.

It’s been exactly two months since Johnny died. Since Dally killed himself and your world was flipped upside down.

You’re currently sitting on his gravestone. He’s lucky he even got one, to be honest. The only words carved on the surface are his name and the day he died.

“Johnathan Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.”

The sight leaves you weak.

He was more than just a name. A date that didn't matter to most but meant everything to you. He was a friend. A brother. A son. To some, he was everything. To you he was everything.

In your hand is an envelope. Inside, the letter you wrote but never got to be heard. Countless words, left to be nothing but ink sitting on a page. Not your whole heart and soul.

You carefully open the envelope, taking the piece of parchment out with a delicacy spared for butterfly’s wings.

With a deep breath, you speak.

“To my darling Johnny,

I do hope this letter finds you well. I’m not going to beg for you to return, nor to run away with me to Texas and change our identities. All I ask is for you to listen. To hear my words and never forget them. I love you more than anything, I hope you know that. Life just isn't the same without you around so often. I see you in the dandelions growing between the cracks of concrete. I see you in the cigarettes I pass by in the D.X. I see you when I walk past the lot. The others all miss you greatly. Pony, too. Darry’s been worried sick about him. Won’t eat or sleep, Soda said. Tell Pony he oughta make up with him if he ever comes back. I wish I got to say goodbye. I know there’s a chance I’ll never see you again, never hear you laugh or speak or feel your hand in mine, so I’ll tell you what I never got to. I was hoping to marry you, Johnny Cade. I can’t imagine my life without you. Without your dumb jokes and cheesy pick up lines. It’s just… dull, without you here. I hope that the next time I see you, I’m wrapped in your arms, with a ring on my finger and a venue already in mind. You’re my everything, Johnny. I want you to always remember, that no matter what you’re my favorite. My whole universe.

Sincerely, your darling girl.”

Tears are streaming down your cheeks by the time you’re done.

You wipe away your tears with trembling hands, before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a switch. You kneel down, placing the blade against the surface of his headstone.

By the time you leave, there’s new words on his grave.

“Johnny Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.

Died on Earth, lived in the Stars.”

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[ponyboysgf]

i accidentally posted my draft so i have to ss the request now💔 but im actually so so happy that you requested this because i’ve been LIVING for angst recently.

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ “I thought I’d lost you.” — ᴊ. ᴄᴀᴅᴇ

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୨୧⋆. angst with a happy ending

⋆·˚ ༘ * — warnings : slut shaming, cursing, and i think thats it!

⋆·˚ ༘ * — pairing : F!Curtis x Johnny C.

⋆·˚ ༘ * — A/N : so so so sorry if this is bad! i wrote this over a course of a few days so sorry if it doesn’t align in some parts💔. I dont reread my work because then ill start to get insecure and i’d just rather not delete something i worked so hard on so i hope this is what you were looking for!!

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You and Johnny were home alone on your couch watching a movie that has been long forgotten, you two were too wrapped up making out to even pay attention on what was playing. You were sitting beside him, palm cupping his face, just as things started to get heated, Johnny pulled away.

“Hey, uh. Dally told me you patched him up after he got into a fight with somebody at one of Buck’s parties yesterday.” He said, his big brown eyes locking with yours, his breath slightly heavy from the makeout.

“Yeah, he was beaten up pretty badly. He came over cause he wanted a drink and Pony, Soda, and Darry were all off somewhere so I patched him up.” You said shrugging it off, because to you, it didn’t mean anything, Dally was just a friend that happened to come over when nobody was home and you patched him up. Nothing happened and you knew that, but Johnny didn’t.

It’s not that he believes you would cheat, but he knows how Dally is and knows that Dally probably hit on you. And that made him mad, he knew he would never confront Dally about it and so he took it out on you instead.

“And what, you kiss him after?” He barked, rolling his eyes and he adjusting his body, turning it away from you and facing the Television.

You, clearly taken back by this, let out a soft scoff. “Johnny, are you serious?” You questioned, in disbelief on why he was acting like this.

“I know how Dally is. You probably fixed him up and he got frisky and you let him. Probably even started making out with him on this same damn couch.” He retorted back, proving to you that he was in-fact not messing around.

“Johnny. You know I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know why you are acting like this.” You said, tears forming in your eyes because you really didn’t know why he was acting like this. Dally came over for a drink, expecting Soda, Darry, or Pony to be home and you felt bad and patched him up while he smoke a cigarette, and then he thanked you and left.

“But do I know? Do I really?” He barked, clearly hurt and jumping to conclusions as he got up from the couch, he quickly ran his fingers through his greased hair before speaking again. “It’s okay, I knew you were a slut from the start.” He clenched his fists before marching to the door, opening it and slamming it behind him as he stormed off. The house shaking slightly at the impact before resting.

You sat there and began sobbing. Did Johnny really think that?? Did the guy that you believed you loved, truly loved, think you were a slut? You curled up in a ball and stayed that away until your brothers come home.

Sodapop walked in first, singing your name as he walked inside and said he brought food. He stopped singing as soon as he saw you crying. He quickly rushed beside you on the couch and sat down, running his fingers through your hair.

“Are you okay?? What happened?” He asked sweetly, genuine concern on his face. Mascara had been running down your face and you couldn’t stop crying if your life depended on it.

Darry was the second one to notice, his big brother instincts quickly kicking in as he put a hand on your back.

“Who was it?” He asked, sternly. Clearly ready to find whoever made his little sister upset💔.You didn’t reply at first and just laid down, your head resting in Soda’s lap as he stroked your hair.

Ponyboy walked in, “What’s all the commotion?” He asked, walking in before noticing you. “Oh.” Stopping in his tracks, most of the time if you got upset he would just tease you in that little brother way, but that was only if you were crying over something small like your lipstick breaking, but he could tell this was serious. He didn’t know what to do and so he just looked at Darry, silently asking for permission to go to his room.

Darry noticed and silently nodded his head, his hand still rubbing your back. Ponyboy quickly rushed to his room, not knowing how to deal with his older sister crying.

“Just tell us whenever you’re ready, kiddo.” Darry said, sitting beside you. “Johnny called me a slut.” You spat out and Sodapop almost choked over his own spit.

“Johnnycake said that?” Sodapop, obviously taken aback by Johnny acting like that. Like seriously? Johnny said that? The same guy who had been in the gang for years? The same guy who had been so sweet about asking Darry if it was okay if asked you out??

“I’ll go talk to him.” Darry said, getting up. Sodapop reached forward and grabbed his hand. “Let’s let Ponyboy handle this.” Sodapop said.

Darry nodded before he yelled for Ponyboy to come into the living room. “What you yelling my name for?” He asked as he walked beside Sodapop.

“You need to talk to Johnny, ask him what happened between them two.” Darry said, putting his hands on his hips.

“Why do I gotta be the one to do it?” Ponyboy asked, not feeling like going out into the cold.

“Because you and so, now get.” Darry said, patting Ponyboy on the back, urging him to get a move on.

“Alright.” Ponyboy said, heading out the door and walking to the lot. He knew Johnny wouldn’t be home.

Once he reached the lot, he saw Johnny.

“Hey.” Ponyboy said as he sat down beside Johnny. Johnny was silently crying but he immediately wiped his eyes when he saw Ponyboy.

“Hi, Pone.” Johnny said, trying to keep his cool. “I-I know I hurt her, okay?” Johnny said, rubbing the back of his neck as he brought his knees up to his chest and gripped the grass in his palms. “No need to lecture me about it, I already know.”

“Oh, Johnny. I’m not gonna holler at you.” He said rubbing his back as he scooted closer to him. “What happened between you two anyway?”

“I accused her of sleeping with Dally. It’s stupid, I know. I was just— upset.” Johnny said, putting his head in his palm. “I think I ruined my chance with her, Pony.” Johnny said, tears forming in his eyes again. “I bet she won’t ever want to see my face again.”

“Johnny, you and I both know that ain’t true. Just talk to her.”

“I-I’m scared Pony, what if she doesn’t want to speak to me?”

“It’s gonna be okay, Johnny. At least she will know you’re sorry.”

Johnny nodded and got up, brushing the dirt off his pants. “Okay.” He said, helping Ponyboy up before he wrapped him in a big hug.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.” Ponyboy chuckled out, hugging Johnny back. “Wanna walk back with me?”

“No— no, It’s okay. I wanna figure out what I’m gonna say first.” Johnny said, wiping tears from his eyes. (Poor baby💔)

Ponyboy nodded and turned around and headed back to the Curtis home.

By the time he got back, Sodapop was asleep and Darry was sitting in his recliner, waiting for Pony to come back. You were in your bed curled up in a ball, your head pounding from crying so much.

Ponyboy opened the screen door and walked inside. “Hey, Darry.” Ponyboy nodded towards him before heading to his and Soda’s room.

Darry ended up nodding off in his chair shortly after Ponyboy came back.

Eventually you fell asleep, you were so exhausted after the emotions you got put through that day that you just passed out.

Around 2am, you heard tapping at your window.

You groggily woke up, rubbing your eyes and sat there for a minute, trying to figure out if it was real or if you were just hearing things.

But there it was again, tapping against your window.

You walked over and saw Johnny standing outside of your window, he smiled a bit once he saw you.

Against your own body, you opened the window.

“What are you doing here, Johnny?” You blurted out. Your emotions from today turning into anger.

Your emotions softened when you saw Johnny’s reddened eyes.

“Listen, before you yell at me. I’m so sorry. I was mad and I took it out on you and you ain’t deserve that. I don’t think you’re a slut. You’re the best thing that happened to me and frankly, I don’t think I deserve you.” Johnny said, his hands shaking as he tried to keep his composure.

He was about to go on another rant about how sorry he was but you cut him off, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug.

“ ‘Ts okay, Johnny.” You muttered.

And all of the sudden, Johnny just broke down sobbing as he hugged you back, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I-I thought I lost you.” He breathed against your neck, gripping your shirt as he pulls you closer.

“You could never lose me.” You muttered, smiling softly into his chest. You tiredly led him onto your bed, and laid down.

Without saying anything, he climbed on top of you and laid his head on your chest.

You two fell asleep like that, your fingers running through his hair as you two listened to each others heartbeats.

[thewriterg]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing(s); johnny castle x fem!reader,

summary; ever since she showed up johnny was practically all over her and if he wanted to have her he could for all you cared but he protested the deal —angstober day; 15—

word count; 1.6k+

warning(s); jealousy, angst, Johnny only wants ONE woman, crying, pet names, arguing, readers nickname is doll/dolly, biker/punk coded reader, dirty dancing ofc, and language

playlist; lover boy by sylvia and mickey, I wish it would rain by the temptations

A/n:—GIFs; @fruitblr & @duchessofhastings— GIF does not determine race also the lack of dirty dancing fic is disgusting and disrespectful

“You know, Johnny missed you Dolly we all did” Penny smiled walking up to staff cabin having already dropped your stuff off at your personal dorm cabin you were glad to be back for in time for the ending show of the summer

“I missed you guys too, you throwin’ a party?” You questioned a teasing underline in your voice at the faint sound of blasting music getting more clear as you both strolled on the boardwalk

“Always, Johnny’s jaws gonna drop” She stated in a matter of fact tone a wide smile on her face throwing a directed look to your attire a size too big leather jacket, a fitted black top that rested above your belly button, flared jeans that hugged your hips yet let your calveshave roaming room, and a pair of boots to match

“I know what else is gonna drop” You hummed rolling your hips in a mock performance while the blonde made gaging sounds in the back of her throat while you snickered at the sight before opening the familiar doors dancing bodies moving around the floor your eyes peered around until they landed on Johnny dancing or attempting to with a brunette head filled of loose spirals it didn’t bother you sometimes you’d have to have different dance partners when it came to performances hell Penny had been filling in for you the two weeks you were gone and neither of you took it to heart but if either of you were questioned about grinding and rolling your hips a little harder on someone at a party to get the other one jealous you’d be lying

You split from Penny and took a hold of a random blonde he took no protest as you rolled your hips on him and he thrusted up to meet your hips with a matching rhythm and you appreciated him for nonverbally letting you lead you kept the pace building the passion back up in your movements before you hiked your thigh up against his hip that he grabbed onto letting you lean back while he trailed his hands against your exposed hips a knee in between your thighs there was now cheering and whistles building up along the crowd catching Johnnys attention his view was blocked from the warm bodies forming a circle around the attraction he left the girl known as Baby to go up to the ring of fire not expecting to see you dancing with someone else a grin instantly etching on his face as the song came to an end you you partner swung you up from the floor and you pat him on the shoulder in a farewell you turned to partway not expecting to see those familiar blue eyes staring back at you and it caused a uncommon smile to make its way to your skin

You met eacother halfway way smashing your lips together and suddenly the applause was louder than ever as your black painted fingernails rested on the back of his pale neck and his rough hands rested softly on your hips you didn’t break apart until your shared favorite song came on and you smirked at him in response circling his standing form as if he was prey and you could hear low whistles mixing in with the rift of the song Johnny mirrored your hungry expression as you ran up to his form your heeled boots dragging against the the wooden floor jumping into his hold and hips leaning backwards crossing your ankles against the back of his thighs while he took hold of your lower body before propelling you up so your knees were now on his shoulders your crotch directly in front of his face you whistled out to Johnnys cousin Neal who wore a cowboy hat that he tossed to you and you caught it putting it on top of your head one hand holding it down and your other arm imitating a lasso rolling your hips and whipping your hair on the brunette who’s lower half mirrored yours his steps precise yet loose and wild Baby watched you with admiration and well meaning envy she wish she could move like that

or even have enough confidence and courage to do so

💌💌💌💌 (begin; love is strange by mickey and sylvia)

You and Johnny stood in the dance studio he rested a hand on your hip as you rested an arm on his shoulder he purposely messed with you slouching his shoulder his arms loose and floppy and you snickered as he trailed down your body from your chest to your lower abdomen before shimmying away from his hold while he dramatically dropped to floor staring up at your form you swayed your hips to beat before turning to the brunette who mouthed the lyrics to your favorite part of the song

“Sylvia!”

“Yes Mickey?” You mouthed back doing a ‘come here’ motion with you index before trailing behind the folding screen you silhouette peeking through

“How do you call your lover boy?”

“Come here lover boy!”

“And if he doesn’t answer?”

“Oh lover boy?”

“And if he still doesn’t answer” Johnny was up on his knees now shaking his head that moved the strands of his hair you finally trailed from behind the changing screen locking eyes with the the brunette

“I simply say, baby” You took less than three steps before lowering to the floor crawling towards the man while he did the same in imitating the occasional guitar rifts until you finally met he lowered his head into your stomach dragging it up into your chest bringing the both of you up to stand

“Johnny?” You heard a soft yet carrying voice calm out in the dance studio footsteps carrying up the short staircase and your eyebrows furrow as he quickly parted from you Inching towards the record player and you look to see Baby staring back at you her brown eyes darting between you and Johnny

“I-I’m not interrupting anything am I?” She questions and you shake your head grabbing your jacket from a stray chair your steps that were once loose and non caring now stern and forward as you approach the first step the brunette calls out to you in return

“Dolly! I’ll see you soon alright?” He continues when you looks back to him after a moment and you don’t return his gratitude before trailing down the stairs the sound of the door slamming behind you bouncing off the walls you weren’t twenty steps away from the building before Johnny was sprinting towards your frame holding your arms since you wouldn’t have stopped walking otherwise

“What’s going on Doll? Whats the matter you just stormed ou-”

“Seemed like you had a secret to keep so you know, I just helped you out” You shrugged your tone more sarcastic than it usually was something he had noted over the years you did when your feelings were hurts

“Come on Baby you know it’s not like that” Your eyebrows furrow and you laugh interrupting him as he looked at you with furrowed brows as you shake your head in disbelief a fabricated smile on your face

“What the hell did you just call me?” You pry his hands from your arms taking a large step back a space forming in between the both of you that he was begging to fill you ignored his desperate attempts of explanation

“Johnny in the last fifteen years we’ve known each other and the last three we’ve been together you’ve never, called me Baby so save me that shit” You hissed before storming off to the personal dorm cabins

💌💌💌💌 (begin; I wish it would rain by; the temptations

“Go away!” You yelled out there had been knocking on your door all day at different time periods you knew it was Johnny and you didn’t want to talk to him and you hated that you were crying over it god why were you crying over that, that fucking prick

“Come on Dolly it’s me” You hear Pennys voice slip from the small crack underneath the door and for the first time since you’d made it to your room you peel yourself from your bed dragging your feet as you swing the door open the short haired blonde looking over you with a small frown on her face at your appearance

“Oh Doll” She whispered bringing you into her arms inching you towards your bed until you fully yourself dip and she takes your hands in hers with a small sigh

“Now listen to me Dolly, Johnny loves you like nothin’ else, you’ve been one of the only… stable thing in his life and he needs you. He only wants you, not Baby, or any tourist, only you. He was an asshole for what he pulled but I promise you as your friend that he doesn’t want anyone else but you so please don’t let this end you, so go get him, go on!” You nod tearfully lifting from your position jogging out of your cabin and towards his the numbers of his doors glaring at you

You took a breath before knocking on the wooden door and before you could back out it swung open and you were met with the sight of Johnny teary eyed his nose red and eyes puffy, his lashes wet he brings you into his embrace pulling you into his cabin

“Please Dolly I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry Doll, please don’t leave, please don’t leave me” He sobbed into your you stomach having dropped to his knees arms wrapped firmly around your waist and you pet his hair shushing him gently tears in your own eyes, running down your face, dripping from your chin, and onto his forehead

“You have to promise me, promise me it’s only me… that you’re not into her” You whispered and blue eyes looked up at you eyebrows furrowed

“I swear on my life I don’t see anyone but you Doll, you’re my life the only person who hasn’t left god Dolly I breathe you” He sniffled and you get down onto his level as you hold each other, rocking each other,

being there for each other.

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you do an outsiders y/n where the gang's (separate) partner has face piercing e.g lip or eyebrow

Summary: The Gang with Reader with a face piercing. Warnings: none Author's Note: piercing my helix by myself at home with conservative parents, do you think they'd notice or do i have till next summer. PONYBOY CURTIS thinks your septum is sick, he loves how it ties your whole look together and how you always pick one that represents you perfectly. He'll pick out his favorite jewelry for you to wear on specific days and he likes picking out an outfit to match. He would probably not get a piercing like you, he's a little afraid of needles and doesn't think that they would look as cool as they look on you as him. JOHNNY CADE was genuinely intimidated by people with face piercings, he thinks that it's pretty brave to stick a needle through a part of your face. He loves your eyebrow piercing, he thinks its super cute and it makes your eyes stand out more, which he thinks are beautiful. He always likes to pick up little jewelry that you might like when it reminds him of you. For your birthday he got you (along with other thoughtful gifts) a pretty little floral eyebrow piercing bar with your favorite flower on it. SODAPOP CURTIS has always wanted a piercing but was turned down by Darry. Plus he's a little hesitant to piercing himself because he too is scared of needles and 'messing up his perfect face'. He kind of lives through you and admires your jewelry. He likes to pick out jewelry that would match your outfit and his outfit for you to wear. STEVE RANDLE thinks your lip piercing is so sexy and he tells you that all the time. He likes getting you jewelry that you can experiment with, something that's unusual and not some basic lip ring. You can tell he put effort into each detail because he explains his thought process behind it all. He thinks your piercings are part of your personality and would be really sad if your took them out without a distinct reason. TWO BIT MATHEWS has always wanted to be heavily pierced, (secretly, his mom would freak), but he has such a bad fear of needles. If you are actively piercing your face, he will be there, but he wont watch. He's suprised at how little you said it hurt, but that wont stop him from being super afraid of needles still. He likes seeing what you choose as your jewelry, all he does is find you a bunch that you might like. DARRY CURTIS is, suprise suprise, more conservative. He isn't exactly turned off by the piercing, but it certainly is new to him. He thinks the piercing is cute and suits you, so much so that he starts to realise that he can't imagine you without it. He doesn't involve himself much in your personal attire, but if you ask him to buy a piece of jewelry for you, he most likely will. DALLAS WINSTON thinks the piercing makes you look hot. He doesn't try to show it and he's constantly (gently) touching it, just to see how it works. He's starting to convince himself that he needs a piercing or something but he's scared it wont look as good on him as it does on you. He likes it when you wear jewelry that matches his dog tag or rings he thinks its a subtle act of affection, which he is best at.

[macchio4u]

THE OUTSIDERS !

☀︎JOHNNY CADE ☀︎

C.ai bot !

Warnings: spelling errors? mention of arguing

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A/N: send more random questions chat they’re so silly

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[ellewinstonn]

Requests !! -> Masterlist

Who I Write For…

Ponyboy Curtis

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Johnny Cade

Dallas Winston

Steve Randle

Two-Bit Matthews

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What I Will Write…

Character x Reader

(Insert last name)!reader (ex. Matthews!Reader)

Head cannons

Preferences

Hurt/Comfort as well as Hurt/No Comfort

Angst

Fluff

Platonic stuff

Stuff involving the whole gang, together as well as separate.

I am willing to write for sensetive subjects. If you’re wondering if your request is too “much” feel free to ask!

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What I Will Not Write

Smut.

Smut.

Smut.

Absolutely no smut whatsoever. The closest I will ever write to smut is like an in depth kiss/hug. But I’m not comfortable writing smut whatsoever.

Character x Character (Romantically)

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-`♡´- I have the ability to delete/remove a request at my discretion. I will not abuse this power, but keep that in mind. I appreciate all of you, and I hope you all stay safe!

[sonnetsarepoems]

ᴅᴀʟʟᴀꜱ ᴡɪɴꜱᴛᴏɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ╰┈➤ contains: 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨

ִ ࣪ ⛧°. ⋆༺ ᴋᴇʏ ༻⋆. °⛧

ִ ࣪ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ - ʚɞ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - 𖤓 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ - ❁ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ - ♀

⭒ 01 ʙᴀɴᴅᴀɢᴇꜱ & ʙᴀɴᴅᴀɢᴇꜱ ♀ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ.

⭒ 02 ᴏᴡ! ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ.

⭒ 03 ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ ᴡɪɴꜱᴛᴏɴ ʚɞ

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ.

[only-lonely-star]

Always a Knock (pt. 2)

Darrel Curtis x Curtis sister!reader

Warnings: This is angst. Contains graphic descriptions of a deceased body (It’s not gore-ish. I would say I mainly wrote about skin color, lifeless eyes, etc). Implies thoughts that may be triggering to some. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TOPICS INVOLVING DEATH AND GRIEF.

Summary: This is a continuation of Always a Knock . I highly suggest you read part one before continuing on to part two :)

Author’s Note: Where’s my tissue box??

Word Count: 2.7k.

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“Mr. Curtis?” the officer asked solemnly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Darrel nodded, feeling his head pound in unexplainable anxiety.

Police officers didn’t show up like this unless there was something terribly wrong. Déjà vu hit him hard and fast. The last time he encountered officers at this ungodly hour was when the auto wreck occurred. But that was months ago— and he was now being presented with a new situation at hand. He didn’t have the time to stand and mourn the loss of his parents when he was worried sick about you.

“I regret to inform you, Mr. Curtis, that your daughter has been involved in a fatal accident a little ways out of town.”

Darrel froze, feeling his ears ring from the eerie silence that crept over the scene. An almost nauseating feeling gnawed at his stomach. Fatal..? But you survived, right? It was a selfish way for him to think, because rather it was you or not, children had lost their lives in that pickup truck. But oh, how he hoped it wasn’t you.

He cleared his throat and placed a hand on his hip. “Sister,” he corrected. He took the back of his hand and wiped away at his forehead, hoping he had lost so much sleep that he began hallucinating. He felt the pounding inside of his head begin and quickly dropped his hand. “Is she- is she okay?” he asked. “Do I need to pick her up?”

The officer tore his gaze away and searched for the simplest way to break the news. He could see the worry sewn into Darrel’s features. “Mr. Curtis, she was pronounced dead.”

Darrel glanced over his shoulder, a shaky exhale leaving his lips. He stepped just a foot outside and shut the front door behind him. He nodded slowly, attempting to process the information given. His chest tightened, his breath coming out in short, ragged, pants. He felt as if he couldn’t inhale, and that every second was a sharp exhale.

The officer quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to steady the man. “Mr. Curtis… Mr. Curtis, just breathe.”

Darrel felt wobbly on his own two feet. He nodded, blinking his tears away. “I’m okay,” he paused, catching his breath, “Oh, God… she’s gone. She’s dead.” It was difficult to stomach such a thought when just a few hours ago, his sister was sipping on the stew he heated just for you. Darrel ran a hand down his face in utter dismay.

“My partner has belongings from each young woman involved in the accident,” the officer said calmly, gesturing for the parked car just outside the chain link fence. “We ask that you help us to identify what belonged to her.”

He nodded, eyes darting around nervously. He didn’t want to move forward. He didn’t want to hold onto what was left of you. He wanted his sister home, tucked into her bed, fast asleep like she should’ve been.

The officer gave Darrel a hand, offering some assistance in this moment of grief. Darrel brushed past the man while sniffling and blinking relentlessly. He couldn’t cry now. He approached the car, and out came the second officer. He wore matching uniforms, though he was a little bigger than the other man. “My condolences, Mr. Curtis,” he said, taking his hat off and pressing it over the left side of his chest. Darrel gave a dry nod. If he said anything in return, he’d shatter right then and there. He watched as the big man sorted through clear bags of all different sizes. He pulled out a rather tiny bag, inspected it, and handed it over. “This is jewelry found on the pavement where the crash occurred. None of this was found on a body.”

Darrel took the bag instantly, squinting to have a better look at the jewelry. It tore him to bits to see several solo earrings and bracelets in one bag. But Darrel shook his head. “None of this belongs to her,” he mumbled into his palm, glancing back at the house every few seconds. The longer he could keep his kid brothers out of this, the better.

The big man nodded slowly. “We have other belongings. Any IDs, keys, and small items we managed to find are in separate bags. Clothing is with each victim at the morgue downtown.”

The morgue-? The mention only solidified the news even more. Darrel vividly remembered his first trip to that place. He remembered desperately sorting through clothing as if anything was able to be saved. The absolute horror he felt when the thin, white cloth exposed him to what was left of his beloved parents. And for some strange reason, recalling that terrifying scene desensitized him. He felt less breathless and wobbly, and more present with the officers. “I’ll uh… I’ll take a look at other belongings too. Just in case,” Darrel replied. He ran his sweaty hands over the denim on his thighs.

The smaller man could sense the small shift in mood. He felt that now would be an appropriate time to present details about the accident. He inhaled slowly, “There are two known survivors. They’re in decent condition at the hospital, but I doubt they’re fully conscious.”

“How many didn’t make it?” Darrel asked, feeling that lodge in his throat come right back at full force. His clammy hands held onto the other bags of belongings, rummaging through them carefully.

“Six. Two males, four females,” the smaller officer replied matter-of-factly. “The two survivors are male. We’re still investigating the crime scene to find the cause of the collision, but what we think so far is that this is a case of drinking and driving. The driver was pronounced dead with a broken beer bottle in hand.”

“Collision with what? Another car?” Darrel pressed on, rifling through a wallet that did not belong to you. He thumbed through cash and polaroids, pausing at the sight of you captured in one of them.

“The vehicle went off-road. It crashed into a tree, which is suspected to be the cause of death for the driver. The others? Perhaps they were injured when the vehicle landed on its side.”

Darrel nodded, staring at the polaroid of you and what seemed to be a friend. He took it, clenching his jaw as his strategy to keep composed. “These aren’t hers,” he said again, handing the bag to the big man. Darrel quickly slipped the polaroid into the front pocket of his jeans. He gulped, “Is there anything left for me to check out? Anything?”

The big man’s eyes softened. “There are clothes at the morgue, Mr. Curtis. We can escort you if you’d prefer that.”

Darrel’s leg bounced at the thought of returning to that horrid place. He glanced back at the house yet again. “I’ll go. Let me just— grab my keys… maybe a coat,” he said, patting the pockets of his denim.

The officers hauled the clear bags into the backseat as Darrel headed for the door. He pushed it open, nearly having a heart attack at the sight of his brothers standing there like ghosts in the dark. The boys were clad in only a white shirt and boxers, their skin turned pale. “Darry? What’s going on?” Ponyboy spoke up first, his brows knitted together in one straight line. Sodapop stood behind his little brother and rubbed at his shoulders comfortingly.

Darrel slipped on a flannel, shaking his head, “There was an accident. I’m going to check things out.”

“I’ll come with,” Soda chimed in, dropping his hands from Ponyboy’s shoulders.

“No,” Darrel interjected, “You stay with Ponyboy until I come back.” He gave each of his brothers a glare, warning them to keep away from the front door.

“Come on, Darry. You might need the help,” Sodapop pleaded. He rubbed his hands up and down Ponyboy’s arms and squeezed gently. He knew something had gone terribly wrong; Darrel didn’t act like this unwarranted.

“Is she okay?” Ponyboy managed to choke out. His eyes were fear-stricken, his lips quivering in worry.

It fell silent over the boys. Darrel was absentmindedly shoving his wallet and keys into his pockets. “She’ll be alright. I’ll be back soon,” he mumbled, slipping through the crack in the door he left open.

Once Darrel made himself comfortable in the car, he steadily trailed the police car out of the neighborhood streets. Darrel wasn’t truly present during the drive downtown. He mindlessly stared at the road, imagining how frightened his little sister must’ve been when the collision happened. If he took a sharp turn to the left, would he have the same fate? He shook his head at the mere thought of that. What a stupid, selfish thing to wonder.

Upon arrival, Darrel was escorted inside the brick building by the officers. They made their departure not long after he approached the front desk. A much older man stood behind it, drumming his fingers along the desk quietly.

“Your name, sir?” the man asked.

“Darrel. Curtis.”

The man shuffled through papers, clicking a pen open. “Relation to the deceased?”

“Brother,” Darrel mumbled, feeling his chest tighten.

The man pointed to the hallway that seemed to never end. “Keep straight down that hall until you reach the bench. We’ll have someone assist you shortly.”

Darrel walked solemnly down the cold hallway, the only sound being the buzz of the overhead lights. Not a soul was in sight. He wasn’t surprised, most folks should be fast asleep at this hour— the way you should’ve been instead of out partying.

A tall woman with dark rims around her eyes stood by the bench, holding a paperclip against her chest. She yawned, offering a sleepy, yet kind smile to Darrel. “Mr. Curtis, correct?” He nodded. “We’ll have you walk inside the viewing room whenever you’re ready,” she said softly.

Darrel nodded, “I’m ready.”

He was led inside the room with white tiled walls and a faint odor of chemicals that burned his nostrils. From what? Darrel didn’t even want to know. He glanced around the room, noticing that little had changed since his first visit just eight months ago. There was a long, white curtain that separated the two of them from the other side of the room. The woman pulled the curtain aside, wheeling out a rusted gurney. Darrel could see various lumps underneath that white cloth. He knew just what lay beneath it. He stood next to the woman and hung his head low, afraid for her next few words.

“Again, I will remove the veil for identification when you’re ready,” she said, allowing a moment of silence to pass.

Darrel exhaled deeply, taking this moment to prepare himself for what was ahead. Whether he liked it or not, he had to take a look. As sick as his thoughts became, he silently wished to see an unfamiliar face. He wished that the girl who was sprawled onto the cold table was somebody else. He wished that could confirm the body to not be yours, and that maybe you were still alive somewhere— searching for help where the accident occurred. Darrel nodded slowly, hesitantly, “I’m ready.”

The woman stood on the opposite side of the gurney and uncovered the body, ensuring all that was visible were your shoulders and up. She took a step back, using one hand to gesture Darrel forward.

He fought back tears yet again, though this time it was nearly impossible. He blinked and blinked, but his strategy failed him. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks. Darrel didn’t gasp, or speak, or even move. He just stood in silence as the tears flowed.

With a small tilt of his head, he studied the lifeless eyes that stared at the ceiling above. The fluorescent lights overhead casted a tint of greenish-yellow. No amount of lighting could bring pigment back to your delicate skin. Your skin had turned to a pale-gray, as your lips turned a deep blue. A bruise the size of Darrel’s hand was marked into the top of your head. He studied your face in horror— the way your neck was tilted at an unusual angle, and the way your jaw remained locked and open. The graphic scene made his stomach churn. Your hair was neatly tucked into place, the same way it looked when you first left the house. Darrel may have been sleep deprived, an emotional wreck, and at loss for words, but he knew that was your body lying beneath him. The delicate beauty marks found along your skin that he remembered so vividly remained. It was the stillness that got to him; the knowledge that your body would never move or twitch again. You didn’t look asleep or at peace; you looked frightened and lifeless.

Darrel took multiple steps back, those quick exhales assaulting his lungs once again. “That’s her. That’s my sister,” he heaved, voice shaking with sorrow. The back of his hand wiped away at his forehead yet again.

The woman nodded slowly, quickly covering what was shown as she noticed Darrel’s distress. She pushed the stretcher away, turning it to face away from him vertically. She then walked to the far corner of the room, pulling open a drawer. A brown bag was stuffed to the brim. The woman brought it towards Darrel and held it out for him to take. “This is clothing that was managed to be saved. They aren’t soiled too badly. There was no blood on her clothing or body at the time of the accident.”

He slowly took the bag in his palm, creating a faint crinkling sound as he shook in place. He didn’t dare peek inside of the bag; he wasn’t ready to see that godforsaken ‘party outfit’ that he hated so badly. In a strange sense, his hatred slightly simmered at the realization that these clothes were what you had on the last time he felt your warm embrace. They would still smell like you, fit your frame like glue, and serve as a memory of the last outfit he saw you in. No matter how much time would pass, this bag of clothing would always remind him of the night he lost you.

“Mr. Curtis?” the woman asked, raising her voice in the slightest to bring him back to reality. Darrel glanced up at her from the brown bag and swallowed hard. “We will need your signature for release.”

Darrel took the pen from her hand and scribbled his initials messily onto the paper. He held the bag close to his chest, not quite ready to leave yet. It felt odd to him. He had done this before— he had been through the whole process of identifying his parents’ bodies. This time it felt different. He wanted to stay in this very room with you and make sure your body was being respected and stored carefully. You typically had Darrel accompany you wherever you went. Maybe that explained his desire to stay. He wasn’t used to leaving you all by yourself in unfamiliar places.

He squeezed the bag tighter, turning on his heel. The woman guided Darrel out of the viewing room as she put everything back in its orderly place. He was handed a hefty stack of papers and funeral home referrals, but he knew none of them would take you in. He didn’t have the money, nor the proper state of mind to begin preparing for the occasion. You would simply have to wait until he could scrape enough money tigether.

Darrel was beyond exhausted. The walk from the morgue to the parking lot took a toll on him. Once you walked into such a building, you could never walk out as the same person. The nighttime chills nipped at his nose as he forced his feet along the pavement. Darrel slumped into the driver’s seat and closed the door behind him. He sat and sighed, carefully placing the brown bag into the passenger seat, alongside the stack of freshly printed papers. He hunched over the wheel and buried his head in between his arms. He no longer had to keep composure around authorities or blink back his grief. It started with soft heaves and ended in loud cries of despair while his hands slammed onto the dashboard repeatedly, each hit more powerful than the last. Once again, he felt guilt for not being able to protect you from the cruelty of the world. Only this time, there was nothing he could do to save you. You were taken too soon.

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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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