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“𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒“ - 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ： 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅

𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 ：𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖾

DALLAS WINSTON was a man of few words, but his eyes spoke volumes. They were a piercing shade of blue, so cold they could make the hottest oklahoma day feel like a frosty winter morning. When he looked at you, it was as if he could see straight through to your soul, uncovering every secret you'd ever kept hidden. Most folks found it unsettling, but to his girlfriend, it was a strange kind of comfort.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she watched him intently as they talked, her eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face, the firm set of his jaw, and finally resting on those icy blues. "Dallas," she said, her voice a soft caress, "I've never noticed before, but your eyes are so..." She paused, searching for the right words, "intense."

He looked at her, his gaze never wavering from hers. A corner of his mouth tugged up into a smirk, the only indication that he might have found her observation amusing. "Intense, huh?" he drawled, his voice a smooth blend of gravel and molasses. "Guess that's one way to put it."

Her heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, low and rough, like a whisper of the prairie wind. She leaned into him, her hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, and she pulled him closer. Their eyes locked as she brought her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled away, she playfully bit her bottom lip and whispered, "Well, they certainly do make a girl feel... seen."

The smirk grew wider on Dallas' face, and his icy blue eyes glinted with mischief. He chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room and dispel the chill that his gaze usually brought. He leaned over her, his body a wall of warmth and strength, and she felt his breath, a gentle caress, on her neck. He trailed kisses along her collarbone, her skin prickling with every touch, and she knew he was watching her every reaction, his eyes never leaving hers.

hi so this freaking sucks but i needed to make a post!! anyway love you guys!! 🥹❤️

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Cowboy Sodapop Curtis

Yeehaw!!

Partial inspiration for this fic 🤠

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my little athlete 💔😕

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AWWUWHEHHH LOOK AT DALLY PUTTING HIS HANDS UP WITH STEVE WHEN THEY WON THE RUMBLE ☹️❤️🥹🥹

MY SHALYAAAAAA AUWWW 🥀

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LOVE.

Dally did have a non-traditional loving relationship, putting all of his emotions into an attachment so strong that he was left suicidal.

“I like em firey.”

“Next time I’ll pick up a broad that’s my own.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO ABSOLUTELY LOVED BOYD KESTNER AS DARRY CURTIS IN THE OUTSIDERS TV SHOW ?!

HE WAS THE ONLY REASON I WATCHED IT I LOVED HIM AS DARRY!! even tho the show ass 💀💀

he looks more like “darry” then Patrick swayze, don’t get me wrong I think Patrick was perfect for Darry but HIM. Omg loved him so much 🤭🤭

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my intermission thoughts

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𝐑𝐉 -“Hey, my brother's the coolest.”

𝐏- “Well, you're better than cool. You're warm.”

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what do you guys want me for i post ??

fanfics or head cannons or one shots?? Or anything else

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HAHAHAAHAH I LOVE THIS

Steve x Evie

Haven’t given them enough attention lately lol- I love Stevepop but I love them too

I do have a post w/ a very similar vibe but yk what that’s ok

ref pic under the cut:

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C. THOMAS HOWELL “Ponyboy Curtis”

unseen photos of ponyboy curtis aka Tommy were posted by the outsiders house on instagram!

THEIR ADORABLEEEE

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One time Ponyboy went to a party with some school friends and got super drunk. When the party ended and he couldn't find his friends anywhere, he called Soda to pick him up. Soda, being the good brother he is, says that he'll be there as soon as he can.

So, he drives to the address, finds Ponyboy, helps him to the truck, and gets back on the road.

Ponyboy then proceeds to sob (and I mean SOB, like hiccups, snot, tears) almost the entire way home.

He eventually calms down a little, and Soda asks him what the hell the matter was. Ponyboy looks over at him and cries out "Please don't tell Darry that I'm drunk! He'll be so mad!" before beginning to cry even harder, repeatedly begging Soda to "not tell Darry he was drunk.""

Soda rubs his back and reassures him over and over that he won't tell, and that nobody was going to be mad at him.

This calms Ponyboy down enough that he closes his eyes and passes out, resting his head in Darry's lap, who had been sitting in the passenger seat the entire time.

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SANDY - sodapops girlfriend 🧸

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photos of sandy we’re just published by the outsiders house today of sandy, unfortunately scenes of her were cut in the movie.

she’s gorgeous.

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Drunk In Love

fem!reader x dallaswinston

warnings- nothing just mentions of drinking, fluff, cuddling, etc

word count- idk I did this in a rush

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Dallas Winston stumbled into the quiet house, the echo of his own laughter still bouncing around in his head from the rowdy party he'd just left. The floorboards groaned under his weight as he tried to tiptoe down the hallway, the only sound in the otherwise still night. He had a hand on the wall for balance, a bottle in the other, and a sloppy grin plastered on his face. The room spun slightly, a merry-go-round powered by whiskey and good times.

You, on the other hand, were a hot mess. Eyes half-lidded, words slurred beyond recognition, and staggering like a newborn colt. Dallas had seen you tipsy before, but never like this. He sighed, a mix of exasperation and concern. He knew you didn't handle your liquor well, but tonight you'd outdone yourself. He took the bottle from your hand, the liquid sloshing around, threatening to spill over. "You've had enough," he said firmly, his voice a sober anchor in the storm of your inebriation.

You pouted, the sad puffy face you put on barely visible under the neon lights of the room spinning in your vision. "But... but... the party's still going," you protested weakly, your voice a whisper compared to the loudness of the night you'd just left. Dallas just rolled his eyes, a hint of amusement playing on his lips despite the situation. He was used to your antics, but not to the extent of carrying you up the stairs like a ragdoll.

With surprising gentleness, he laid you on the bed, the coolness of the sheets a welcome reprieve from the sticky warmth of the party. Your eyelids felt like they were made of lead, drooping shut against your will as the room continued to twirl. He began to peel off your clothes, one by one, as if undressing a child after a long day. Each item of clothing was a battle, a tug-of-war with your inertia. You offered no resistance, letting him handle the task with the kind of resignation reserved for when you know you've gone too far and need saving from yourself.

Dallas had seen tougher nights, but something about this one hit differently. He'd known you for what felt like forever, and you'd had your share of escapades. But the sadness in your eyes, the desperate way you clung to the party's energy, spoke of something deeper. He didn't pry, though. He knew that when you were ready, the words would spill out like the whiskey from the bottle. For now, he focused on the task at hand: taking care of you. He grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and held it to your lips, urging you to drink. You took a few sips, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the fire in your throat.

The bed felt like heaven against your flushed skin as you sighed and reached out for Dallas. He sat on the edge, his hand supporting the back of your neck, as you gulped down the water greedily. The room finally stopped spinning, but the comfort of the bed was a siren's call, lulling you closer to the brink of unconsciousness. You grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him closer, and whispered something that was barely coherent. He leaned in, trying to decipher your slurred words, his brow furrowing with concern.

"I'm tired, Dally," you mumbled, your voice a soft whine that seemed to carry the weight of the world. His heart clenched a little at the sound. He knew you well enough to understand that you didn't just mean physically. There was an emotional exhaustion there, a plea for a safe haven. He nodded, setting the glass aside, and began to pull his own shirt over his head. He had the sense to leave his jeans on, but the rest of him was bare as he slid under the covers beside you.

You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin grounding you in the moment. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and for a brief moment, you felt like maybe everything was going to be okay. The party had been a good distraction, but now that it was over, the real world was rushing back in, a cold slap in the face after the heat of the night. His chest was a pillow now, the steady rhythm of his heart beating a comforting lullaby.

Dallas's hand began to move in slow, soothing circles on your bare back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of his exterior. Each circle he traced was a silent promise that he'd be there, that you weren't alone in this. It was a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time, and it was surprisingly soothing. You let out a content sigh, your eyes slipping closed as his fingernails gently raked across your skin. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, a gentle tickle that sent waves of relaxation rippling through your body.

The room grew darker as sleep began to claim you, the world outside the bedroom window a distant memory. You felt a soft pressure on your forehead, and when you opened your eyes again, Dallas was leaning over you, his eyes looking into yours. In the dim light, they were pools of concern and something else. Something softer, something that made your heart flutter despite the pounding in your head. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering for a moment before he leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on your forehead. It was a silent gesture of forgiveness, of understanding that sometimes you just needed to let go……

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whoops ive been grounded 😕😕 I’ll be back with more posts soon