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Darry Curtis x Jess Day!Reader moodboard

Fic (and/or hcs) coming eventually 😝

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OK HEAR ME OUT…

Dally x fem reader with autism hcs (or one shot or whatever u want)

Like idk just someone who is rly hyper fixated on certain stuff and like… other autism things…

Ik it was VERY different in the 60s but I just need my man to comfort me😝😔💔

Ofc this is only if your comfortable writing this 💯

an: Thank you for the request! I'm going to do headcanons so that I can cover more stuff, but let me know if y'all want a fic! This is unrealistic. In the 60s, child with autism were automatically institutionalized. That's actually so crazy and sad. For the purposes of this- that isn't the case.

W: insensitivity, swearing, not proof read

At first, he doesn't understand

Like if a sound or lights are overstimulating you, he will tell you to calm down

But once you start dating- he makes sure everyone understands

Music too loud? He's telling them to turn it down

Someone's humming bothering you? He's telling them to shut the fuck up

He does not play.

He does not want you to have a meltdown

The first time you had a meltdown, he was scared and stressed out of his mind

He did not know what to do and he felt so helpless

Like he'll try to hold you and talk to you and is pretty much just repeating: "It's okay," "Calm down," and "What's wrong?"

After the first time, you told him ways that he can help, so now he's prepared and actually calming when that happens

I totally see him as the listener type, he likes silence too, but he will listen to you talk about your hyperfixation forever

If he sees anything associated with your hyperfixation- he's stealing it

You're obsessed with a certain band and he sees a cassette? In his pocket

You're hyper fixated on an animal and he sees a little figurine? Snatched

You might scold him about it while fighting back a smile, but he won't stop. He knows it makes you happy

He'll stop using the r word and will throw hands with anyone he hears using it!

For some reason thinks that you can't have weed? Like he thinks that it will fuck with your brain extra? Idk don't ask me

He likes staring at you, he thinks you're beautiful after all, but I don't see him as a big fan of eye contact either. So, he's totally chill if you can't do eye contact

Dallas isn't big on routines, but if you need a routine, he'll follow

You want to see him at specific times on specific days? Actually, he forgot 😬

Yeah... but he's sorry. Like really really sorry. He only messes up a few more times

If you ever live together, sometimes he's a bit annoyed that you won't sleep in with him, but he gets used to it

He gets so used to your routines without even realizing it

He picks up every little habit you have without noticing too😭

If you're a picky eater, he will be making fun of you, I'm sorry

He's still an asshole

This mf will eat ANYTHING, so he's a bit surprised by that very limited amount of things you'll eat

When Dallas is comfortable with someone, he's touchy

If you're not down with that, he's a bit taken back

He'll respect you when you tell him to stop ofc

But he will ask to touch you all the time

But he's to embarrassed to ask straight up, so he'll hover his hand over you will pretty much giving you puppy dog eyes

"🥺🫳"

Again, he does like quietness, so he's more than happy to just sit in silence with you if you're overstimulated

If someone ever complains about you stimming or fidgeting, he will get mad

He will take offense and he will tell this person off

Dallas thinks it's adorable when you stim when excited or happy

When you swim when you're stressed or anxious, it stresses him out tho

If the smell of smoke ever is overstimulating you when he's smoking, he'll feel so bad

At first, he wouldn't feel bad, and might even blow smoke into your face, but once he actually starts to understand autism and how you are, he feels bad

He'll put it out or go outside right away

an: I hate mosquitoes, but I love you guys!

Bonus: pictures I found on pintrest while trying to find stuff for the pics at top

Im scared

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Cause I can totally see a Nick Miller!Dallas, but i also feel like Darry would like a Jess Day type girl.

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hello!! how's it goin! im a rather new follower, and i absolutely love your work! :) (my outsiders musical era goes crazy, also EMMA PITTMAN LIKED MY STORY ON INSTA WHAT) anyways, i js saw that you said for anons to be more specfic, so i have a few ideas if you want to choose which one you vibe with the most so you don't just gotta write something that youre js like "meh" with anyways- johnny cade scene, where hes sittin outside his parents house and reader walks up with dally like... "johnny you good?" and then reader comforts johnny (privately if you wanna add a lil smooch in there ;)) if you wanna do a headcanon for everyone maybe a greaser family game night: and everyones favorite game, their play styles etc (like i know two-bit would be steal money in monopoly) and my last idea (ideas are hard-) maybe a best friend!reader and (insert a greaser) stickin up for (inserted greaser) after a soc tries to talk bad about them :> also sorry if you've done all of these already ;> have a great day!

an: thank you for all the ideas anon <3 I'm going to do the game night one because that's so stinkin cute and I love writing platonic stuff 🥹 I'm going to do hc

W: this isn't really x reader– it's more just general hc

Like anon said, Two-Bit absolutely steals money in monopoly

If someone doesn't notice that he landed on their property, his lips are sealed and rent is not getting paid

Dallas is somehow in jail for the majority of the game

Steve has a get out of jail free card and tries to sell it to Dallas for real money

Lots swears and threats and name-calling

Soda is the most chill

Ponyboy and Darry are the only one getting the question cards right (I forgot what those are called)

They have never actually finished a game, it takes too long

By the end of playing, at least Two-Bit and Dallas are drunk

When playing Life, Dallas, Steve, and Two-Bit choose not to go to college

Dallas somehow gets multiple wifes

He also avoids the kids, but gets some cats and dogs

Sodapop needs two cars because he's somehow accumulated 8 kids

There are fights at the beginning over the cars because these children want specific colors

"I wanted to be blue!" "I'm already blue." "Give me red." "No, I had it first"

Darry almost always wins

Steve tries to sell his children

Ponyboy wanted to play Clue

No one else did, except for Darry

Two-Bit is peaking at everyone's cards

Dallas is messing with the murder weapons

So is Steve, he's stabbing Soda with the knife

Ponyboy is taking this may more seriously than everyone else

Johnny and Two-Bit will interrogate people

"Dallas, did you do it?" "Yes."

Pony: "thats not how this game works 😢😠"

Soda once guessed, "no weapon, they used their hands"

Again, they fight over the colors/characters in the beginning

"I don't want to be Mrs. Peacock!" "I want Professer Plum, he has a cool mustache." "Stop taking Miss Scarlett from me!"

Dallas doesnt note anything down because he swears he doesn't need to and can remember (he doesn't remember)

Johnny is always so close to figuring it out, but still loses

Steve: "Soda, I'll show you my cards if you show me yours." Pony: "Stoppp."

Ponyboys favorite game is Clue (but he prefers to play with just Johnny and Soda, or his other friends) and Scrabble (cause he always wins

Steve's favorite game is candy land- except for when he's about to win then gets sent way back, then it's he hates it

Soda's favorite is a tie between Candy Land and Life

Darry's favorite is Monopoly

Two-Bits favorite is clue, but only because he doesn't take it seriously and likes to mess around

When playing scrabble, everyone (expect Darry) is poking fun at Pony for playing big words. They think he's a nerd

Lots of swears and inappropriate terms are played– Darry tries to stop it, but eventually gives up

"You can't play titty, Dallas." "I can and I did. Give me my 12 points."

No one really likes scrabble except for Ponyboy and there's lots of groans when he picks it

Whenever he's losing a game, Steve reminds everyone who he's always beating them at cards and in arm wrestles

Speaking of– there's lots of mid-game arm wrestles

An: sorry this isn't really x reader, I still think its cute

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Harriet is not my name 😱

I know, crazy. I named this account after the character in the Jane Austen novel, Emma.

Should I rebrand this account with my real name, Siena? 🥲

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Tw: Sh mentioned

Lately I've been seeing a lot of people that I follow or am mutuals with vent on here and it makes me so sad to see others struggling. I know this is a cliche, and when you're being dragged through what feels like the pits of hell, it sounds meaningless; but, it does get better guys, I promise. I used to sh like everyday and now I'm over 2 years clean! It's been difficult, but finding other (healthy!!) ways to cope has helped me a lot. Remember that you're not alone and that whatever you're going through is only temporary! Life changes, things go on, shit happens– you will be okay. I'm so so sorry for anyone struggling mentally right now. My mental health is still not even close to perfect– I don't think it will be until I'm able to get some sort of professional help or diagnosis– but I'm doing so much better than I ever thought I would be. I never believed that it would get better, but it has. The journey was far from smooth, and it's far from over, but I'm not giving up and I hope you don't either.

I believe in you all. You will be okay, this will pass. Love you all <3

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Can we get Steve x curtis!sister🙏 maybe headcannons if you want idkkk. I’m bad at coming up w fic ideas🥲

an: this was fun to write. Steve is such a silly guy. Thank you for the request <3

W: not proof read, fem!reader, swearing,

Steve and your first time really talking was at the DX

He'd seen you at your house many times, but he'd never really said more than hi to you

But one day, you go to the DX to talk to Soda, but he ends up not being there, so you find yourself talking with Steve

He's hooked on you from that day forward

He starts come over to your house more

He knows that Soda won't be there, but he'll come over anyway and act surprised when you answer the door and tell him

He asked you on your first date that way

"Well that's a shame, I already bought the tickets for the movie. Now I have an extra one. ...Would you wanna go with me?"

He did the fake yawn and stretch thing so he could put his arm around you!

Steve is lowkey nervous to tell Sodapop 😖

But Soda is so so so so happy 🥹

At first, he's a little bit unsure and protective of course, but once he's sure that Steve's intentions are pure, he's thrilled!

Soda and Steve refer to eachother as brother-in-laws

Darry is not as thrilled 😔

But I think you could be dating literal Saint and he'd still be all 😒🤨😠

Ponyboy isn't happy about the news either

This kid does not like Steve 🙅‍♂️

After a while of Steve spending more of his time with you, Soda lowkey gets jealous

Like whyd his sister still his best friend 😔

You'd either be twins with Soda or year older than him (cause I believe Steve is 17?)

Steve does try to be a little more respectful when he's at your house

But only for a few months

Darry makes you keep your door open when Steve is over 🙁

You tell Darry you're oing to sleepovers with your friends, then you go over to Steve's house

He hates having to babysit Ponyboy with you

And Pony hates being babysat in general

You want them to get along though, so you try to facilitate a nice conversation

Steve will being flirting with you heavy, then Darry walks in and🧍‍♂️Flirting mode off

Darry leaves: flirting mode reactivated 😍

Steve tells Soda that he loves you before he tells you

He's nervous and he's gotta tell his best friend!

Ponyboy is so tired of walking in on you two making out

He just sighs and walks away now

Steve spends more time at your house than he does his own

Overall, yall are very cute and, for the most part, pretty sneaky (poor Pony)

An: this is my first video on Instagram. I'm not wearing a shirt, it's a shirtless jam

Divider cred: @kodaswrld

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can we get some steve imagines please 😖😖

an: guys please be more specific when requesting! I got two asks (including this one) for just a Steve fic, and it took me so long to get to cause I could not think of what to write 😭 but thanks for the requests ofc <3

W: fem!reader, not proof read, suggestive ig

Word count: 1k

When you had left for your walk, the weather was perfect. The sun was shining, there were just a few small clouds, it was hot, but there was a nice breeze. The perfect summer day. Then, seemly out of nowhere, it started raining. Right as you registered that it was sprinkling, it had started to down pour on you. You quickly made your way over to the nearest building, a cute little Cafe. You remembered it as soon as you had walked in– you and your boyfriend, Steve, had gone on a date there recently. The red booths and matching barstools reminded you of lipstick. You hoped your makeup wasn't running down your face.

You're wet, cold, and very uncomfortable. You look out the windows and up at the dark clouds. It doesn't seem like the rain will be letting up anytime soon. Thunder booms right as you finish your thought, confirming your fear.

"Shoot." You mumble to yourself.

You approach the bar and get a lady's attention. She smiles at you sweetly and asks, "What can I get ya, deary?"

You smile politely. "I was just wondering if you had a phone I could use?" You ask because desperately want to call Steve to ask him to come pick you up.

"We do. 'Round that corner," she points, then looks at your soaked clothes. "Poor thing, you got caught out in that storm?"

You nod. "Yeah. Didnt know it was supposed to rain today. I'm fine though, and thank you for letting me use the phone."

"Of course, hun." She says. You make your way over to the phone and quickly dial the Randle's home phone. You hope he's there and not at the Curtis's, or working today. You don't have enough change to make multiple calls.

The phone doesn't ring for long before a familiar voice that you love answers. "Hey, this is Steve. Who's this?"

"Oh, thank goodness. Hi, baby, it's me."

Steve recognizes your voice, and can hear the unease in it. "Oh, hey, sugar. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I'm just, well, soaking wet."

"...Do you want me to come over?"

You stammer, "I- I didn't mean like that. I was on a walk and it started pouring on me. So I'm cold and wet and need a ride home."

"Oh. I can come get you. Just don't tell my old man I'm burrowing his car." He says.

You breath out a laugh. "Thank you. I'm at the diner you took me too last weekend."

"Oh, the one where you wore that little pink dress to?" He asks.

"Yeah. I can't believe you remember what I was wearing."

"How could I forget you in that dress? Damn did you look good, baby."

You feel your face heat up, and you're glad he's not there to tease you about being embarrassed. You say your goodbyes and I love yous, then you hung up the phone. You desperately want to get out of clothes that are sticking to your body and trying to make you catch a cold. You sit at a table near the front door and wait for him. It's not long until you see Steve's dad's car coming down the street. You quickly leave the cafe, and stand under the cover by the entrance as he parallel parks. Once the car is stopped you run over to it as quickly and as carefully as you can. Then you quickly get in.

"Hey, baby." Steve smiles at you as you buckle.

"Hey. Thanks for coming to get me."

"Yeah, no problem." He starts driving again. "Did you see me park? Pretty good at that ain't I?"

You smile. "Yeah. Pretty good."

The car smelled like cigarette smoke, beer, and cheap cologne. It reminded you of Steve, though Steve smelled more like a deck of cards and gasoline, plus, he didn't smoke as much as his old man. Steve's done his fair share of repairs on this car. You'd watched him roll under it a handful of times.

Steve's voice breaks up your thoughts. "Am I taking you to your house, or do you want to come over?"

"My house. I need to change."

"You've got tons of clothes at my place."

You smile. "Fine, your place." You pause. "I hope I don't catch a cold. I just hate being sick." You say anxiously as you watch the rain fall outside the window.

Steve moves his hand to your thigh. "You'll be fine. You're tough."

"I hope you're right."

The majority of the car ride passes in silence. It's a peaceful silence. The sound of the rain pelting the car is soothing. You sigh. Even the booming thunder can't seem to disturb your peace.

Several minutes later, you're wrapped in a towel, sitting on the edge of Steve's bed, as he gets some clothes for you. He looks over at you and smiles. "You look cute," he says.

You smile back. "Thank you."

Steve walks over and hands you a change of clothes. You stand up and press a kiss into his cheek before going off to the bathroom to change.

When you get back, Steve is sitting on his bed and looking at you.

"This blouse doesn't match with this skirt." You tell him as you walk over.

He looks you up and down. "I think it looks fine."

You grab his shoulders the settle on this lap, straddling it. "Well, good thing you're the only one seeing it then."

Steve's gaze falls on your lips and he leans in just a bit. "Mhm."

You wrap your arms around his neck. "If I do end up catching a cold, you won't be allowed to kiss me for a while. Don't want you getting sick too."

"Then we should get all our kissing in now then, huh?"

You giggle. "Yeah, I guess we should."

You both meet in the middle, bringing your lips together. Steve wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer. The kisses are addicting. The breaks in-between kisses are short and you only change from swapping spit to swapping air. Before long, Steve is carefully moving you off his lap, and laying you under him, his lips still on yours. He pulls away for just a moment and caresses your face.

"I'll still kiss you if you get sick. I'd still kiss you if you had TB, baby." He smirks, then his lips find your neck and his hand traces down your side.

"I won't let you kiss me if I had TB, you wacko. I won't let you get sick." You say breathlessly.

"I'm already sick– I'm lovesick." He remarks, seemingly proud of his joke.

"You're an idiot... but I guess I'm lovesick too."

I had no idea where I was going with this, but I hope you all liked it!

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I'm taking requests again! 💕

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Living in a conservative, Christian household has always been difficult, but it is now more than ever. It's so genuinely disturbing the things I hear out of my parents' and grandparents' mouthes. I'm so scared for all the Hispanic people in this country and so truely sorry that this is happening. I feel scared really for any person of color or any minority. If you have an opportunity to protest or are able to donate, please do so, but of course, be careful. There is so much suffering going on in the US under the hands of the Trump administration. There's also so much suffering happening outside of this country. There is a genocide going on in Gaza and my country continues to support israel. The Palestinian people continue to strave as the blockade continues. It makes me sick and should make you sick too. The climate is going to shit, and the US's fucking oligarchy continues to "drill, baby, drill" because literally all they care about is money. I'm so done with social issues. I'm so done with this battle of who to blame and who to imprison and who to take rights from. If we're all fighting about whether or not trans people should be allowed to play sports or if books with queer characters should be allowed in schools, then we can't ever unite and fight back against the government.

I could go on forever about all the absolute bullshit that comes out of my family's and other MAGA people's mouth, but that won't fix anything. The day I get out of this house, I will be doing more, saying more, to try to help make a change.

If you can do something, then do something. Help the people who need helping. Speak up for the people who can't speak up for themselves.

Happy pride month to all queer people. Happy pride month especially to anyone who has been bullied, ridiculed, discriminated against, persecuted, and/or hate crimed. Happy pride to those who can't come out to family and to those who have. Happy pride to the people that have married those they love and to the people who are scared they won't be able to.

Sorry not sorry for ranting about this on an account that I post fanfiction on, but this is important to me and should be important to everyone. I needed to say something. I needed to do something. Fuck tr*mp, eat the rich, love is love, science is real and no person is illegal on stolen land!

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HELLOOOO!! so i was wondering if you could do the gang x singer!reader?

like she sings, even writes her own songs and the gang is just so dazzled by it

an: I have so much respect for singers ah! My voice is so bad. It'll be cracking left and right 😔 I'm assuming you, anon, meant platoniclly, so this will be platonic and headcanoans!

W: gn!reader, no tw really

Darry and Johnny adore your singing the most

Darry will tell Pony and Soda, if they're singing something, that they aren't you, and so stop

Dallas acts like he doesnt care and like going to concerts is such a drag, but he is secretly proud of you

Ponyboy is the most amazed by the fact that you write your own songs

He's likes to watch your process of writing them

Two-Bit asks if you got castrated, even if you're a girl (like wtf😭)

I so hc Johnny as being super into music (escapism reasons ofc) so he loves listening to you sing

Sometimes when you're at the lot, together and it's quiet, he'll ask you to sing

Steve thinks it's cool that you write your own stuff

He's definitely a hype man too

At concerts or whenever you're preforming, Steve and Two-Bit are hollering and clapping so hard that their palms get red

Steve asks you to help write a song or poem for Evie (he gives up pretty quickly 😔)

Ponyboy likes to show you the poems he writes and to hear your feedback

Darry has definitely cried while you were singing one of your songs before

Steve told you that if he played an instrument, then he would've started a band with you

If you were close to them at the time, you sang at the Curtis parents' funeral

Lots of tears then

Darry would've asked you to sing their favorite song or their first dance song from their wedding, or some other song with good memories tied to it

You probably didn't sing the whole song, hard to sing while crying and all

Two-Bit tells you to sing outside somewhere with a cup for tips, and Steve agrees. He tells you that street performers probably make a lot of money

Then they tell you that they'll deserve a precent of the profit because they proposed the idea

Dallas tells you that he's got connections in New York and can help you get a record label (girl, no you don't)

An: guys my real name isn't Harriet. This account is named after the Jane Austen character from Emma. Should I rebrand with my real name?

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hii!! could you possibly do something with you having OCD and how the gang (separate ofc) would handle it? Especially Ponyboy. Thank youu, ilysm and your writing 💗💗

(if you need more specifics or an example, i personally have to do certain actions multiple times until they “feel right”. just randomly when i do something, ex. put a cup down, i may have to do it a certain number of times or else it will drive me crazy cuz it feels wrong. tysm ily 💗)

an: okay I'm dumb and thought you, anon, meant platonicly and did this whole thing as platonic so... if yall want a non-platonic version, request when i reopen my requests. Sorry!! yall I did research for this one. Before ~1967 ocd was thought to be impossible to treat. So, if you're on meds or in therapy rn, you're not in this.😔 Doing this as headcanoans

W: gn!reader, OCD, insensitivity, some swearing

If you like to have stuff organized, Darry loves that you help clean

When you get stressed out cause one of the guys mess up something you just organized, Darry gets stressed out for you too

Ponyboy is the most chill about your repetitive

If you're on a walk and have to go around something, and suddenly you're circling it 4 more times, he just stands and waits

He always counts how many time you do something in his head cause he made a habit of it accidentally

Then he'll ask if you're good afterwards

Sometimes it stresses Darry out watching you repeat things. Of course he doesn't tell you though, it's not your fault.

Sometimes Soda and/or Two-Bit will cheer you

In a modern au, they'll all get annoyed when people say they're "so OCD" cause they like to have stuff organized

If you're having disturbing intrusive thoughts, Pony offers to read to you to distract you

It takes every ounce of Darry's self control not to deck someone after they ask if you're crazy, or say you belong in an institution

Dallas doesnt have self control like that, so he does deck them

Steve will sometimes start repeating the action with you ?? Youre picking up and putting down your fork? So is Steve.

If you have it where you're super worried about germs and illness- good luck

These boys are gross I'm sorry

I'm stressed for you

Maybe you can convince them to wash their hands more

Sometimes Steve, Two-Bit, Soda, and Dallas will take bets on the number of times you'll repeat something

The longer you're friends with them, the less attentive they are to it, and the more they ignore your repetitive behaviors

They all (expect Darry and Soda), offer you cigarettes when you're stressed and/or having obsessive/intrusive thoughts

Dallas and Pony offers you weed sometimes too

Dallas used to purposely fuck up stuff you'd just organized in a particular way just to mess with you, but then he realized how bad it actually stressed you out, so he stopped

Johnny and Dallas get frustrated with you scare of the girls they're trying to pick up my chanting a phrase or stepping on a creak in the pavement 12 times

But it's okay, there's better broads out there, you'll tell them

Two-bit: "if you can't handle them at their circling a street light several times, you don't deserve them at their best."

You tell them an intrusive thought you can't stop thinking and jaws hit the floor in horror

All in all, they're surprisingly understanding and chill about it

An: thank you for 200 followers!! ❤️❤️

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Guys I reached 200 followers!! Ah!!! Thank you so much 💕

It means the world to me that so many people like my writing 🥹 I love yall!!

Im currently working on requests because I'm actually motivated. So if you requested something months ago and I didn't do it (I'm so sorry), then it might be done and posted soon.

Mwah! 💋❤️

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I hate yellow flies. Why is my entire calf swollen. I was outside for an HOUR. My legs itch SO BAD

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the reason I write fanfics about almost only men is bc men irl suck so I gotta daydream about men being better while women are already perfect beings who don't need to be fixed up via writing in any way shape or form as women are goddesses

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Can you do a fic expanding on taking Dallas Winston camping with your family? Specifically him being like “let’s make out” and reader being like “??? No? We’re camping you freak?” And him being pouty about it. Idk I just think itd be cute and I love going camping sooo…

an: happy pride month!! Stay safe out there guys. Also please do some research about what's happening in LA (and all of America tbh) with ICE if you're unaware. Don't be ignorant about what's happening. Truly horrific and I wish I could do more for all the people being treated so inhumanly. Love y'all ❤️

W: kinda suggestive (?), horny teen boy, not proofread, fem!reader

You snuggle into your sleeping bag and sigh peacefully as the calm night soothes you. The crickets outside the tent crip, the cicadas sing, and the leafs rustle in the wind. Your heart swells at the music of summer. As you close your eyes and listen to the sounds of nature become loud, you think back on the day.

Your parents weren't exactly excited when you has originally proposed the idea of taking Dallas camping, but they had been pleasantly surprised by his behavior. He helped with the tent, helped load and unload the car, he made you laugh and smile, and he was respectful to your parents. Your parents found themselves actually beginning to take a liking to him.

Dallas hasn't been too excited about this trip either. You promised that he'd have fun and said, "please" as sweetly as you could. He couldn't say no to those eyes. He groaned when you asked him to be nice and to not be so grabby in front of your parents. He huffed when you told him not to pack cigarettes.

Dallas was as respectful as he could be to your parents, but of course he didn't enjoy talking to them very much. He snuck off with you a lot earlier in the day. He'd say you two needed to get fire wood or that he'd seen some animal and you should come look. Then he'd press you against a tree and kiss you like he hadn't seen you in months. You didn't complain.

Your thoughts start to become distorted as you drift of to sleep, and the sounds of nature fade to background noise.

"Y/n." Dallas whispers.

You groan and reluctantly open your eyes, though you can't see much in the darkness. You turn and can kind of make out his silhouette next to you. You whisper, "What?"

"You wanna go skinny dipping?" He asks.

"... Are you insane? No, Dal. In a lake? With my parents here?" You whisper-yell back.

He reaches his hand out and gropes aroud for you. He covers your face with his hand, accidentally while searching for you in the dark, then places his hand on your cheek. "They're sleeping." He retorts.

Your father's loud snore confirms Dally's statement. You roll your eyes, though he can't see it. "Still, no."

Dallas groans and scoots his sleeping bag closer to you. "Can we at least get outta here and make out or something?"

"No. Baby, I'm tired, and I don't want to risk getting in trouble. You've done such a good job making then like you today, let's not flush that effort down the drain. Night night, hun." You reach out and blindly pat the side of his head, then close your eyes again.

Dallas huffs. After a moment, you hear his sleeping bag moving and you can sense him getting closer to you. His breath glides over your face. You open your eyes again.

"What, Dal?" You whisper.

"Can I get a kiss goodnight at least?" He breaths quietly into your ear as his hand moves to your waist.

A smile creeps onto your face and you feel butterflies swarm your stomach. You have to admit, having your boyfriend be so desperate for physical affection from you was a bit flattering. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" He repeats.

"If I can find your lips."

He quietly chuckles. "Here, let me help." He says before connecting his lips with yours.

The kiss definitely lasts longer than the average goodnight kiss, it was a lot more than a peck. He pulled you closer by your waist and snuck his tongue into your mouth. Dallas only breaks the kiss so he can kiss your neck.

"Dallas." You hiss, a warning.

"Mhm?" He hums innocently like he isn't biting your earlobe.

"Stop. My parents are literally a foot away from us."

He stops kissing your neck, but leaves his lips against it. You feel him frown. "You're no fun."

"I'm rolling my eyes."

He chuckles, then finally pulls his head back. He's quiet for a while, long enough for your eyes to fall shut and for the beginnings of dreams to dance infront of your eyes.

"Ya know, it's pretty lonely in my sleeping bag. Pretty spacious too. I'd say, a girlfriend-sized amount of room left." Dallas whispers.

You smile again. Your parents won't freak out if you get into his sleeping bag, will they? "You sure I'd fit?" You ask, partially joking.

"Yeah."

You sigh and search around for the zipper of your sleeping bag. Dallas unzips his a bit too. You find the zipper and make it out of your sleeping bag. Scooting in next to Dallas would be more awkward if you weren't so tired and if he wasn't so excited.

"Don't complain about being hot in the morning." He tells you as his arms snake around your waist.

You groan. "I forgot you get so hot in your sleep. Leave this thing unzipped so I can escape if I have to."

"Fine." He pecks your eyebrow, presumably because he can't see in the dark and missed his original target. He then pecks your cheek, then your nose, then your lips.

"I love you, Dally." You whisper affectionately.

Those words never fail to make his heart swell, his breath hitch, his stomach cartwell, and his face flush. "I love you too, doll." He replies.

You softly kiss his lips, then smuggle againt him. "Goodnight, Dal."

An owl hoots in the distance, the wind wisps through the trees and grass, the bugs sing, and your boyfriend's heartbeat lulls you.

"Goodnight, y/n."

an: I have been so unmotivated to write! Ah! I pre-ordered Man's Best Friend because I have little self control. It's gay month, Sabrina, please give me a chance. Divider cred: @/strangergraphics

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