#but dally just hits WAY too hard

[unicornsaures]

my amrev mooties watching me mass reblog the outsiders stuff and probably being extremely confused or something

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥

↳ summary: everyone knew you loved your lazy sundays. but that didn't stop them from bothering you

↳ warnings: mentions of fights and ponyboy getting jumped. nothing serious

↳ notes: could be interpreted as platonic or romantic with whoever you like. just some silly times

↳ song: we're gonna move—elvis presley

masterlist | commissions | carrd

Sundays at the Curtis household were normally calm.

Maybe it was because that was the day before school would start up again for Ponyboy— it used to be that way for both him and Sodapop until his big brother dropped out —or maybe it was because that was the lords day; at least according to the bible. Whatever the case, you knew you could always rely on an unlocked door and comfy couch awaiting you each time you jumped the chain link fence in their front yard. Just as long as it was Sunday.

So, understandably, you were peeved when Steve Randal and Two-Bit had come bursting through the front door looking for a fight.

"Come on man!" Two-Bit, otherwise known as Keith Matthews by his mother and kid sister, but only by his mother and kid sister, was currently whining your name in a way that he would only do if he wanted something. "Those soc's deserve it for what they did to Pony yesterday!"

Warm sunlight from the clear afternoon day peaked through the window panes behind you, lighting up each and every crevice in the front room of the house. A great black and white picture show was running on the TV, the likes of which had captured your attention for most of the day as you lay on Darry Curtis' couch, only ever moving to help out with chores when asked by him or Soda.

You scowled from your spot on that same trashy floral couch as before, flipping Two-Bit off quick enough so that Darry didn't see you. Even though he was in the other room working on dishes with Soda, you knew he would be able to tell. He was magic in a way like that. Annoyingly magic.

"What's with the shake up?" Steve questioned through the cigarette in his mouth, looking down at you from his nose. "Just last week you were itching for a rumble, and now all you want to do is sit and watch TV like some bum?"

"Wrong. Now all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch cartoons like some bum." You corrected him with a bit of snark in your tone, knowing that he hated that sort of thing. You saw Two-Bit's lips quirk up in a smile from the corner of your eye, reminding you temporarily of the shared love of cartoons that the two of you held.

"It's Sunday." Soda strolled in from the other room with a damp rag in his hands, tossing it down on the couch cushions as he went to clap Steve on the back—the way he always did when he saw his best friend. "You know they like their Sundays, guys."

"Screw their Sundays." Steve scoffed without any real malice behind the action. "Dally's on his way over with Johnny right now to meet us before the fight. We just wanted to come and get you before they got here."

With a halfhearted groan you let your head hit the back of the couch. If Dallas was coming over, you knew that the gangs minds had already been made up. Dally could be awfully convincing when he wanted to get his way, and that was more often than not. Really there was no sense in arguing now, but sometimes you had less sense then you'd like to admit.

"I'll tell Darry ya'll are gonna start up a fight." You said in a last ditch effort to keep your lovely spot on the warm couch. You were just met with knowing smiles.

"Awh you know he'd let us go if we promised to not get anymore blood on his floor comin' home." Two-Bit's smile widened, and you knew that he could tell they'd worn you down. That's how it always went when they wanted to fight during an off day for you, and you should be more used to it by now.

With the beginnings of a slow chew on your bottom lip, you mulled it over. Despite what one could think about Darry, that he yelled at his brothers too much or was too hard on Pony, you knew he wouldn't hesitate to get into a fight of his own for one of his brothers, even if he had work the next day. And that was a stone cold fact.

The screen door to the Curtis home squeaked open for the second time in just a few minutes, the entrance giving way to two more figures in dark clothing and greased up hair. One was nursing a cigarette butt while the other swayed side to side in a nervous tick.

"Ready to split?" Dallas Winston let a puff of smoke escape his lips as he grinned, looking around at the small group that had gathered in the living room. Johnny Cade shuffled behind him, and despite the current situation, you made time to send a welcome wave in his direction. He nodded back with a light glint in his eyes.

"Most of us." Soda laughed at Dally's question, ratting you out with a single look in your direction.

"I swear to god man, we do this every time." Dally shook his head as if he'd been expecting this. He looked at you dead on, almost as if trying to pry an explanation out of you this time. You resisted the urge to scrunch your nose up as he did so.

"Don't worry Dal, we just got 'em on the fence." Two-Bit smiled, and you hated that he was right.

With a sigh, you dusted your lap off before getting up, ignoring the small cheer that came from Soda and Two-Bit as you did so. From behind them Johnny smiled that little smile of his.

Dally even let a small one of his own slip, and you cursed whoever decided to give him such long eyelashes. One wrong downward tilt of his head, and sometimes you felt like he could get you to do whatever he wanted if he just asked.

"I'm coming, but next Sunday if any of you so much as ask me into town, I'll start a fight of my own." You pursed your lips. Another cheer rose between the six of you, and somehow you just knew that next week the exact same thing would happen, just as it always did. Good thing it never really bothered you. Nothing these guys ever do would, even though you'd never admit it to them.

"And just to be clear I want you to know I'm only going because it was Pony that was jumped!" You raised your voice through the pre-celebration, trying to stop the smile breaking out across your face from growing any wider. "If it was any of you idiots, I'd go join the other side!"

Playful boo's broke out as Soda slung an arm around your shoulders. A hand was quick to fly up to your hair with an attempted noogie, but you shook your head wildly enough to hault it.

Leaving the security of the plush couch and the drone of the Curtis' TV, you found yourself walking down the street with Dally's cigarette between your lips, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. As the white smoke drifted up into the blue sky above, you thought about the people around you, and smiled.

Now you just had to hope you wouldn't ruin yet another shirt with blood.

[2knightt]

5 things dallas winston hated about you.

—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?

-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.

(I.your snarky remarks.)

“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”

you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.

“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.

“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.

dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.

“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”

“no. it’s your house.”

“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”

(II.how important your looks were to you.)

you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.

“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.

“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?

once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.

he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.

“are you even listening?”

you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.

you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.

(III.how you were blindly loyal.)

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”

he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!

“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”

“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”

dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.

your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.

“i know.”

you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.

for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.

(IV.the way you fought.)

“she got you good, y/n.”

“oh, shut up, dal.”

you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.

he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.

dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.

he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.

“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.

when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.

maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.

(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)

you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?

you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.

he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.

he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.

even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?

[thewulf]

Second Sunrise || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Dally x buck merril's cousin!reader who buck adopted bc her parents were abusing her.

A/N: Ahhh protective Dally is the best kind of Dally!! This is a heavier one, please look at the trigger warnings before reading. Hope you guys enjoy.

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Buck Merril Cousin)

Word Count: 5.2k +

TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings

The night at Buck's Rodeo Bar was buzzing with life. The jukebox played a raucous country tune while laughter and the clink of beer glasses filled the air. Neon lights cast a glow over the rustic scene illuminating the wood-paneled walls adorned with rodeo memorabilia. Behind the bar, Buck Merril, the owner, and a towering figure with an easy smile, was busy serving drinks. He handed another beer to Dallas "Dally" Winston who wasn’t just a regular; he lived in the small apartment right above the bar.

"Here’s another on the house," Buck said, wiping his hands on a towel. "So, Dal, still finding trouble or is trouble finding you?" He smirked knowing how tuned into trouble his friend was.

Dally was reclining against the bar with his leather jacket just catching the light gave Buck a wry grin. "A bit of both, I guess. Keeps life interesting. What’s been going on with you?"

Buck's gaze shifted to the end of the bar where a young woman was quietly serving customers. His expression softened a bit as he nodded towards her. "You see that girl over there? The one with the tray full of drinks?"

Dally followed Buck’s nod, observing her. She seemed out of place with her reserved demeanor.  Almost too gentle for the rough-and-tumble crowd of the bar. "Yeah, I see her. What about her?"

"That’s my cousin," Buck revealed. His voice lowering even as he kept his tone casual. "Took her in a few months back. Found her in a real bad way... her folks were the ones hurting her. Had to step in and bring her here."

The typical hardness in Dally’s eyes softened. A rare flicker of concern showing through as he took a longer look at her. "That’s rough. How’s she doing now?"

"She’s getting by day by day. It’s tough though, especially at night," Buck explained as his eyes tracked her movements. You skillfully avoided drawing attention to yourself. "She doesn’t talk much about it… tries to keep her head down."

Dally nodded slowly. His usual detached demeanor shifting towards something more thoughtful. "She got a name?"

"Her name's Y/N," Buck said, a touch of pride in his voice. "She's a tough one but you know how it is... the past has a way of holding on."

Dally took a sip of his beer. His gaze lingering on you as you laughed softly at something a customer said. "Maybe I’ll introduce myself, see if she needs anything. Living up here it’d be good to have someone to talk to who understands."

Buck clapped Dally on the back, grateful. "I’d appreciate that and I think she would too. She could use a friend around here."

As Buck moved off to attend to another customer Dally watched you carefully across the bar. There was a quiet strength about you that reminded him of his own struggles, sparking an unexpected sense of kinship. He decided he'd make the first move later that night. A simple gesture of solidarity from one survivor to another.

On a chilly a few months prior during the evening Buck was at a local bar, not his own. He was just enjoying a quiet drink away from his usual crowd. The place was less crowded, dimly lit, with the usual murmur of hushed conversations filling the air.

At the far end of the bar Buck overheard a familiar voice rising above the low din. It was his uncle, Y/N's father, drunk and bitterly ranting to anyone who would listen. Buck’s ears perked up as the harsh words cut through the buzz of the bar.

"Yeah, that worthless girl of mine," his uncle slurred, his voice dripping with contempt, "Nothing but a dumb whore. Ain’t good for nothing but to kick around. She’s just like her mother. Can’t do nothing right."

The bar’s patrons shifted uncomfortably. Some trying to ignore the man, others glancing sympathetically towards Buck knowing the already strained relationship. Buck’s jaw tightened with anger and a fierce protectiveness rising within him. He had known your home life was troubled, but the cruel reality had never been so blatantly laid out before him.

With a hard slam of his glass on the counter Buck stood up, his decision made in an instant. He left the bar and drove straight to your house. His mind racing with every turn of the wheel. When he arrived, the scene was as bad as he had feared, maybe worse.

He found you in the corner of her dimly lit living room. Your form small and battered. A stark contrast to the storm raging outside. Your mother was the only other person present, her demeanor anxious and defensive as Buck burst through the door.

"What the hell is going on here?" Buck’s voice thundered through the small space as he quickly assessed the situation. His eyes darting from you to your mother.

Your mother tried to intercept him with her voice shaky. "Buck, you shouldn’t be here—"

"It’s too late for that," Buck cut her off. His voice firm and resolute. "I just heard that excuse of a father of hers at the bar, bragging about how he treats Y/N. I’m taking her with me. She’s not staying here another minute."

Overwhelmed and cornered your mother wilted under Buck’s stern gaze. "You can’t just take her. She—"

"I’m not asking," Buck stated flatly. His decision was clear in his tone. "I’m telling you how it’s going to be. If you have any objections we can go through the authorities."

He approached you, his demeanor softening as he reached out to help you up. "Let’s go, Y/N. You’re safe now. You’re with me."  With a comforting hand on your back Buck led you out of the house and into the safety of his car. The rain started as the two of you drove away washing over the car.

Dally watched you move through the bar. Your interactions tinged with the newfound stability that Buck had given you. His thoughts on your resilience deepened. His respect for Buck’s bold intervention reinforcing his desire to get to know you better. The bond of shared struggles was forming, unspoken yet palpable in the busy bar.

You moved with a gentle grace. Your smile was warm yet reserved as you took orders and delivered drinks. Your interactions were polite and professional, yet there was a hint of wariness in your eyes. A shadow that seemed to linger from your past. As you paused to reset a table, straightening the condiments, and wiping down the surface, your attention to detail spoke of someone who took pride in your work. Dally thought that perhaps you found solace in the routines.

Dally’s gaze followed your movements until he found himself standing up, driven by an impulse to bridge the gap between them. He approached the bar where she was lining up drinks on a tray.

"Hey," Dally started. His voice slightly hesitant as he leaned against the bar. "You’re Y/N, right? Buck’s cousin?"

You looked up with a flicker of surprise crossing your features before you nodded hesitantly, clearly unsure of the man standing before you. "Yeah, that’s me. And you are?"

"Dally," he replied offering a small, reassuring smile. "I live upstairs. Heard a lot about you from Buck. Said you’re tough. I can respect that."

A trace of a smile touched your lips. Your guard lowering just a bit. "Thanks, I guess. It’s been a... well, it’s been quite a time adjusting here."

Dally picked up a coaster, spinning it between his fingers. "I get it. Had my share of rough patches too. Buck’s a good guy, though. You landed in a decent spot."

"Yeah he’s been great," You agreed with him. Your hands busying themselves with the drinks attempting to hide a slight tremor. "I’m just trying to make the best of it now."

"Mind if I help you carry these over?" Dally gestured towards the tray. He was eager to extend the interaction, to find more common ground with you. You seemed so hesitant and afraid. Not that he could blame you.

You paused for a fraction of a second before nodding. "Sure, that’d be nice. Table six, over there."

As you walked over to the table together Dally felt the initial awkwardness begin to dissipate. "So, you ever think about what’s next or you just taking it one day at a time?"

"One day at a time, really," You said as you reached the table being careful to set down the drinks with a thankful smile from the patrons. "But I like it here. It feels like a fresh start away from… them."

Dally nodded feeling a kinship in your words. "Fresh starts are good. Hard but good. If you ever need someone to talk to or anything, I’m just upstairs. Sometimes it helps talking to someone who gets it."

You looked at him with your expression softening further. "Thanks Dally. I might just take you up on that offer." For the first time in a while a genuine smile crossed your face at his words.

Over the next few weeks, a subtle shift began to unfold between you and Dally at Buck’s bar. What started as casual exchanges of small talk over the bar counter deepened into late-night conversations that lingered long after the last customer had left.

One evening as the neon signs were turned off and the bar quieted down you found yourself sitting at one of the tables with Dally with a deck of cards spread out between you. He had insisted on teaching you poker, claiming that it was a sin you didn’t know how to play. That got a laugh out of you as you agreed with him. The game was merely a pretense. It was a backdrop to the intimate dialogue that wove between you two. You touched on topics neither of you usually shared with others.

"So, do you have any dreams? Like things you wanna do now that you’ve got a fresh start?" Dally asked. His hands idly shuffling the cards almost afraid to look into your eyes.

You paused as you traced the wood grain of the table with your finger. "I don’t know," you confessed softly. "I used to think a lot about traveling. Seeing places that are totally different from here. Maybe write about them. But that doesn’t really seem possible. What about you?" You tried your best to flip it around on him.

Dally let out a soft, wistful laugh. "Me? I’ve never been much of a dreamer. Always been about getting through the day. But I guess, maybe, finding some peace? Could be nice to have a real shot at something stable, you know?" He’d told you all about his shitty situation that made your heart hurt for him. How could anyone be so cruel to him? Sure, he had a rough exterior but had anybody ever tried to get to know Dallas Winston? He was a sweetheart through and through. Albeit a little awkward about it but he always seemed to put your needs ahead of his. How could you not start to fall for him?

Your eyes met then met his with a mutual understanding crossing between you. Both of you knew what it was like to long for something more than just survival, more than the daily struggles that had so often defined your lives.

As autumn deepened and the nights grew colder your meetings at the bar became a regular fixture. Sometimes you would both sit in silence each lost in your own thoughts yet comforted by the presence of the other. Other times you would share stories of your pasts—guarded tales of pain and resilience that you entrusted to each other.

One winter evening as you walked back from a nearby diner that Dally and you had become accustomed to you wrapped your arms around yourself against the chill. Dally noticed and without a word draped his jacket over your shoulders. Neither of you broached the subject of what the hell was going on. Rather you simply just decided to enjoy the others company. It was easy with him. A rarity in your fucked up world.

"Thanks," you murmured. Your cheeks flushing slightly as you pulled the jacket tighter around you. “You sure? It’s cold.”

"I’m sure. It’s nothing," Dally replied with his voice low. "You know, talking to you... it’s the first time in a long while I’ve felt like someone actually gets it." His eyes looked everywhere but yours. A slight flush crossed his features as he admitted so. You’d come to learn how difficult these emotional conversations were for him. But you did get it. They were hard for you too. Neither of you were raised with love. You were always the second thought. The bitch daughter or the troubled son.

You nodded to him with your eyes reflecting the streetlights. "I feel the same. It’s weird, isn’t it? How talking can make things seem a bit lighter." You tried reassuring him with your words.

You continued your walk-in comfortable silence, whatever it was between the two of you growing with every shared glance and laugh. By the time you reached the bar again your laughter echoed softly in the empty street. You’d never laughed so much in your life as you did when you were with him.

The bar was alive with the usual Friday night revelry as you knew Buck needed your help. Once you entered the bar you waved Dally off with that genuine smile he adored so much. The air was filled with laughter and the twang of country tunes. You stood behind the bar pouring drinks and sharing easy smiles. You felt more secure and content than you ever had in your life. Dally was there too. He didn’t want to leave or go upstairs after your dinner not date. He watched you from across the room with a protective gaze that had become a comforting fixture in your life.

But the fragile peace shattered the moment your father staggered through the door.

His arrival cut through the noise like a cold front. His eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you behind the bar. With a cruel smirk twisting his lips he made his way over to you. Each step heavy with menace. You tensed when he stood in front of you. Your hands gripped the edge of the bar trying to ground yourself back into the situation. Why? Why couldn’t he have just left you alone? It’d been months and you hadn’t heard from him. Why did he have to come now?

"Y/N.” He spit your name out with vengeance. “You think you can hide from me?" He slurred.  His voice loud and filled with malice. He reached over the bar grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him. You should’ve expected it, but the shock of his arrival had you paralyzed. His other hand struck your face. His ring cutting a sharp line across your cheek. You let out a quiet yelp as the pain burned bright.

The bar fell silent. The music fading into the background. Before you could react, Dally was there in an instant. His presence like a storm. He grabbed your father by the collar and threw him back with such force that your father stumbled and fell onto his back with a heavy thud.

"You lay your hands on her again and I swear it'll be the last thing you do," Dally thundered, standing over him. His fists clenched and ready. His breathing was heavy as he looked like he truly would kill him should he try that again.

Your father, sprawled on the floor, looked up at Dally with a mix of shock and rage. "You stupid worthless whore!" he spat at you. His words echoing through the now silent bar. He jumped to his feet attempting to get his hands back on you.

Dally’s response was swift though. His fist connected with your father's face, a sharp, resounding impact that sent him back to the ground, blood spattering from his lip. All you could do was gape at the situation unfolding before you.

Buck rushed over appearing out of nowhere. His face set in a hard line. "That's enough!" he declared standing beside Dally. His eyes bore the same expression of Dally’s, "Get out of my bar and don't come back. Next time I'm calling the cops."

With a hand from Dally your father was hauled to his feet and shoved towards the door. His exit was met with relieved sighs and a few scattered claps from the patrons, but the atmosphere remained tense. You couldn’t seem to focus on what would come next as your eyes were trained on Dallas and only him.

As the door slammed shut behind your father leaving the bar in an uneasy silence. Dally turned his gaze back on you. His heart nearly shattered seeing your bleeding face mixing with a few tears that’d slipped down. He could see the pain flicker across your face not just from the cut but from the reopened wounds of your past. Slowly he walked back over to you with his hands up. He didn’t want to freak you out further than you were. With a gentle touch that contrasted sharply with the fierce protection he had just displayed Dally leaned in close.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's get that cleaned up," he said softly nodding towards the staircase that led to his apartment above the bar.

You hesitated. A mix of emotions swirling within you—gratitude, relief, but also a deep-seated fear from the confrontation. Sensing your hesitation Dally offered a reassuring smile. "I promise you, you're safe with me."

Trusting him you allowed Dally to lead you up the stairs to his modest living space. The apartment was small but welcoming with a warmth that felt comforting after the cold violence of the night. Dally guided you to a seat at the small kitchen table, then wet a clean cloth with warm water and approached you gently.

"May I?" he asked. His tone was more tender than you’d ever heard from him. You nodded and he carefully dabbed at the cut on your cheek. His touch was so light you could barely feel it. As he tended to your wound the kindness of the act—so at odds with the harshness you had grown used to—overwhelmed you and a fresh set of tears began to stream down your face.

Dally brow furrowed in concern. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured while he set aside the cloth to pull a chair up close beside you. He sat down. His brown eyes searching yours. They were so full of empathy. "You don't have to hold it all in, sweetheart. Not here."

You looked into Dally’s eyes seeing there not just the rugged survivor of the streets, but a kindred spirit who had seen his share of pain and still chose kindness. With a shaky breath you leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder.

Dally wrapped his arms around you holding you gently. "You're safe here, Y/N. As long as you need, as long as you want."

In that quiet space with Dally's steady presence enveloping you, the fear and tension that had knotted in your chest began to dissolve. His apartment was small and unassuming, but it felt like a sanctuary and his embrace a shield against the chaos of your past.

The night wound down quietly with you and Dally sitting together. The two of you talked softly about nothing and everything until the early morning light began to seep through the curtains. It was the first night in forever where you felt truly safe, truly seen.

As the first light of dawn painted the walls of Dally's apartment a soft, warm hue, the room was filled with a sense of quiet intimacy that had grown over the course of the night. Sitting side by side on the worn couch both you and Dally were enveloped in a reflective silence. The kind that follows after a storm of emotions.

Dally was the first to break the silence,. His gaze fixed on the faint light peeking through the blinds before turning to look at you. "You know," he began with his voice low and a little rough from the long night, "tonight was a mess, but it kinda cleared up something for me."

Your heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you met his eyes. "What's that?" you asked softly. You were almost afraid to hear the answer but desperate to know.

Dally took a deep breath as his hand found yours. His fingers gently intertwining with yours. "It's you," he said simply. "All this craziness... it made me realize how much I care about you. More than I thought possible, actually."

Hearing his words a warmth spread through you, mingling with the fatigue from the night’s events. You squeezed his hand, the gesture simple but filled with meaning. "Dally, I feel the same. I didn't know how to say it before, but you've become so important to me."

The corner of Dally’s mouth lifted in a half-smile. A hint of his usual cockiness peeking through his tired features. "Yeah? That’s good to hear, 'cause I wasn’t sure how you’d take it." You giggled at that feeling a sense of euphoria at how this all actually turned out.

As the conversation dwindled, a yawn escaped you breaking the tender moment with its stark reminder of the night’s toll on your body. Dally chuckled softly. He pat his leg in a gentle, inviting gesture. "C'mere, sweetheart. Lay down here and close your eyes. I’ll be right here when you wake up."

Grateful and too exhausted to protest you shifted closer, laying your head on his thigh as he adjusted to make you comfortable. His hand found your hair, fingers brushing softly through it in a soothing rhythm.

With the comfort of his presence and the security of his promise you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, sleep overtaking you swiftly. The last thing you felt was Dally’s protective gaze and the gentle pressure of his hand in your hair. It was a silent vow of his commitment to be there no matter what came next.

As you settled against Dally your breath evening out in the quiet rhythm of sleep, he watched the soft rise and fall of your shoulders. A sense of peace settling over him. The apartment was quiet now the only sound the faint hum of the city awakening outside. In this moment, with the early morning light casting gentle shadows across your face, Dally found himself in a rare state of contemplation.

His hand rested gently on your head. His fingers lightly tracing through your hair. It was a simple, almost unconscious gesture that soothed both of you. The weight of the night's events lingered in his mind—the confrontation, the fear in your eyes, the way his heart had raced when he stood up for you. It all solidified something he'd only begun to admit to himself: how deeply he cared for you, how fiercely he wanted to protect you. How he may have even loved you.

As he watched you sleep Dally’s thoughts drifted. He was used to solitude, to the rough and tumble of a life lived on the edges. But sitting here with you breathing softly against him, he felt a pull towards something different. Something more. It was terrifying and new. This feeling of wanting to belong to someone, of wanting someone to belong with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed himself to be so vulnerable with another person or if he ever truly had. But with you it felt right. It felt necessary. He realized that this—caring for you, being there for you—might be the closest thing to home he had ever known.

The morning grew brighter, light filling the room and Dally’s own eyelids began to droop. The exhaustion from the night's adrenaline and the emotional toll of opening his heart were catching up with him. But he didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to risk waking you. He wanted you to sleep as long as you needed, to wake up feeling safe and cared for.

His hand continued to run through your hair slowly, rhythmically, until his own eyes finally closed. Sleep overtaking him in the quiet comfort of his apartment. Even in sleep, his presence remained steadfast. A promise to be there when you woke up, and for whatever came next.

As the morning sun climbed higher with its rays streaming through the gaps in the curtains the apartment above Buck’s Rodeo Bar held a quiet, peaceful scene. Dally and you were asleep as an unspoken love formed in the shared silence of rest after a tumultuous night. However, this tranquility was soon interrupted by the sound of the apartment door swinging open with casual familiarity.

Buck strolled in with a steaming coffee cup in one hand and a bag of breakfast sandwiches in the other. His voice breaking the morning calm with a playful tone. "Well, look what we have here," he exclaimed. "Our very own knight in shining armor and his damsel tucked away from the world. You two sure skedaddled out of the bar pretty quick last night. Place your bets, folks!" He snickered seeing you and him so coziest up on the couch together.

Before Buck could spin another jest Dally's eyes snapped open, immediately alert. His protective instincts still sharp from the night before, flared up at the intrusion. “Buck, shut the hell up. She’s sleeping.” Dally hissed with his tone both irritated and fiercely protective. He glanced down quickly to make sure you were still out, undisturbed by the noise of your cousin.

Buck paused at the threshold, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he took in the scene—the way you were nestled comfortably against Dally, his hand resting protectively in your hair even in sleep. "Oh man, Dally’s gone soft," Buck teased in a low voice chuckling to himself. "Never thought I’d see the day. Truly."

He set down the coffee and sandwiches on the kitchen counter. His movements now deliberately quiet though his eyes twinkled with mirth. “I’ll keep it down. You lovebirds need your rest after all those heroics last night.”

Dally just glared at him, but his posture relaxed slightly as he saw that you were still sleeping peacefully. His gaze softened as he looked back down at you. The fierceness melting into something tender and caring.

Buck watched the exchange. His chuckle deepening as he backed out of the room shaking his head in amusement. “I’ll be downstairs,” he murmured before pulling the door almost closed behind him. "Don’t rush Dally. The world can wait."

As the door clicked shut Dally’s hand resumed its gentle motion through your hair, his eyes lingering on your face. He let out a quiet sigh while the tension eased from his shoulders. The world outside could indeed wait. Right now, being in this quiet moment was all that mattered. He wanted to keep you safe making sure you felt cared for. And as he settled back closing his eyes once more he knew deep down that whatever came next, he was ready. So long as it was with you.

Later that day after a few more hours of much-needed sleep, you and Dally made your way back down to Buck’s bar. The place had regained its usual lively atmosphere with the afternoon crowd bringing a bustling energy that filled the air with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

You and Dally settled into a quiet corner booth a bit removed from the hustle and bustle. The events of the previous night still lingered in the air between you. An acknowledgment of everything that had happened and everything that was still unspoken.

Dally slid into the booth across from you his demeanor relaxed but his eyes keen, watching you with a softness that was new. "So," he started while breaking the comfortable silence, "feels like we got through some kind of storm, huh?"

You nodded wrapping your hands around a warm cup of coffee that Buck had brought over. His knowing wink making you both smile. "Yeah it does. But it feels like it’s clearing up now," you replied before meeting Dally's gaze with a hopeful smile.

Dally's lips curved into a slow, genuine smile. "I think so too. We've been through a lot, but maybe it's just what we needed."

"Right," you agreed. Your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

The conversation drifted then to lighter topics. Plans for the bar, stories from Dally's wilder days, your dreams of traveling, and with each story and shared laugh the love between you deepened. It was as if the foundations for something new and hopeful were being laid down with each passing moment.

As the afternoon wore on the bar began to fill up with the evening crowd. The music grew louder and the sounds of a lively night taking shape swirled around you. Yet, in your quiet corner of the bar it felt like a sanctuary with him.

Finally, Dally reached across the table taking your hand in his. His gaze conveyed a silent promise of support, understanding without needing to articulate it. The clamor of the bar seemed to fade into the background as Dally broke the silence. "Hey," he said. His voice softer than the din around you, "I was thinkin'... How 'bout we go out tomorrow? Just you and me, no chaos, no drama. We could take my bike, hit the road, see where it takes us."

Your heart that was already warmed by his earlier protectiveness leapt at the invitation. His offer was simple but filled with the promise of new memories, new experience. Just Dally and you learning the rhythms of each other's joy. "I'd like that," you replied with a grin. Your voice equally soft. "A real date, huh?"

Dally's smirk was one of triumph mixed with a bashfulness that you had come to find so endearing. "Yeah, a real date with a beautiful girl," he confirmed. "Figured it's about time we did something normal for a change sweetheart."

The bar around you hummed with life. The energy of people embarking on their nightly escapades, the clatter of glasses and the laughter serving as a backdrop to this quiet, pivotal moment between you and Dally. It symbolized not just a return to normalcy but the blossoming of something new. Something hopeful.

As Dally's thumb gently caressed the back of your hand you felt a chapter closing on the past and a new one beginning. Here in the heart of the bar's fervor you found a peaceful anticipation for the future. This wasn't just an end to the turmoil that had swept you into Dally's life. It was the start of a journey together. A journey that promised the warmth of shared sunrises, the thrill of open roads, and the comfort of hands held tight in solidarity.

In the cacophony of the bar, you both found a shared rhythm. A mutual understanding that this was just the beginning. And with Dally's hand in yours, the future, once so uncertain, now seemed filled with endless possibilities.

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Spanking kink with all the outsiders (curtis gang + Shepards?)

some of y’all are kinky asf 😭 but i don’t mind bc these are so much fun to write 🙏

warnings: cussing, spanking, bruises (in a kinky way), teensy weensy bit of crying (in a kinky way)

genre: smut (ish)

not proofread 🤠

i’m so sorry this got posted 5 days late, i’ve been busy and this one is short bc i have 5 more stories to write

i’m making this very accurate to the characters bc half of them seem like they don’t like this type of stuff

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curly shepard

he only spanks you when you are being a brat

he isn’t that big of a fan of it

when he does spank you then he does it till your ass is red

afterwards he always gives you ice bc he feels bad

ponyboy curtis

he only did it one time because it’s not for him

when he did do it he did it really lightly and stopped after the second slap

he felt like he was hurting you so he cried 😭

cuddled you afterwards

johnny cade

he doesn’t like harming people so he won’t spank you

he tried it one time and never did it again

he did the same thing as pony boy but he spanked you 5 times before he stopped

would rather have vanilla sex and cuddle after

tim shepard

he spanks you all the time

if he could, he would spank you everywhere

he’s done it in family restrooms before

he spanks you till your ass is red and bruised

he makes you count every slap

two-bit matthews

he spanks you but your not laying over his lap, he usually slaps you ass as he fucks you in doggy style or something

he loves slapping your ass

it’s his favorite thing to do when you guys fuck

he slaps your ass so hard it leaves handprints

he gives you ice afterwards

darry curtis

he spanks you every now and then

he’s heavy handed (flashbacks to pony) so it hurts extra worse

in a good way

no matter how hard he hits, it still leaves marks

he makes you count the slaps

also gives you ice because he knows it hurts 😭

steve randle

just like two-bit, he spanks you but your not laying over his lap, he slaps your ass as he fucks you in doggy style or something

he slaps your ass hard when you guys fuck

you have handprints on your ass and your ass is red

sometimes when he hits too hard he apologizes

he only gives ice when your ass is bruised 😭

dally winston

he’s like a mix of darry and steve but more aggressive

he slaps HARD

he does it on purpose just to hear you moan and to see you cry

he spanks you till your mascara is everywhere but your eyes

he gives ice sometimes

sodapop curtis

he doesn’t seem like the type to spank you

he would definitely slap your ass but not all the time

he likes to squeeze it

when he does spank you, he only does it a few times

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i hope you enjoyed these headcannons, sorry for the late ass post and that it’s so short but there should be more stories/headcannons coming out today, anyway love you all and hope you have a good day/night 💋💋

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

ok we got more the gang dealing with their each f!greaser crush. Like they all like different girls- but how tf are they with them/about them

Pookie sorry for the wait I was at school!!!

❤️🖤❤️

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok so bro is sooo awkward, most out of the greasers

-he literally doesn’t know how to talk to you

-needs a pep talk and lesson from dally and johnny

-he would be down so bad tho

-struggling in classes? Free tutor!

-he would do little nice things for you though like always keeping a spare sharp pencil in hopes you’ll forget/lose yours to ask him

-memorized your schedule to “randomly” bump into you

-daydreams 24/7

-tells you all about his books and talks about characters that remind him of you

-I feel like when he finally confesses he’d just do it thoughtlessly

-“You know how much I like you?”

-literally out of the blue and then instantly regret it until you grin

-“Ponyboy, you’re so smart. Yet so stupid. I like you too.”

Johnny Cade

-soooocute

-he’s also a daydreamer

-well, more like night dreamer?

-before going to sleep in the lot he thinks about you holding him or just you in general

-so cute tbh

-absolutely a secret keeper no one knows but him

-he blushes whenever you talk to him

-he gets really flustered trying to talk to you

-I feel like he’s the type to do secret admirer

-when he finally gets the guts to ask you out he would 10/10 pass a note

-“I really, really like ya y/n. Do you like me? Y or N (circle one)”

-biggest grin on his face when you pass him back the note circled “Y” with a heart ❤️

Sodapop Curtis

-totally a flirt

-gives you discounts on gas station stuff

-whenever you come to the gas station charm goes up 10000%

-he’s the type to go home and at dinner be like

-“GUYS today she asked me for the TIME!”

-“no way”

-“WAY”

-he’s literally that one audio

-he asks you out straight up and gives you a sweet smile when you say yes

-passes you his number on your receipt/piece of paper to make plans

Darry Curtis

-wouldn’t want his brother around you until it was official

-finds them embarrassing in front of you 💀

-one time you complimented his cologne and he hasn’t stopped wearing it since

-he always tries to look nice for you, I feel like he takes extra care of his appearance

-I feel like he would try to come off cool

-I feel like it would fail so hard lmao

-I feel like after he failed you’d give him a little kiss on the cheek like Darry you big dork

-and he’d grab your hand and look you in the eyes

-“You know, I like you, Y/n. Really like you.”

Dallas Winston

-ok we’ve seen this shit

-cocky bastard 10/10

-he flirts upfront

-hits on you everytime

-also casually so fucking vulgar

“If you ever wanna sit that fine ass on my-“

“DALLY!”

-catcall vibes 💀💀😭

-literally the most obvious guy ever

-I feel like you’d play hard to get

-yk keep his ego checked

-but I feel like you’d need to make it clear you were looking for committed

-and at first, he wouldn’t be into it, but over time realize… he really doesn’t want to break your heart

-when you finally go on a date you end up making out first date 💀👍❤️

Two Bit Mathews

-he does stupid shit to impress you fr

-whatever he thinks you’ll like him to do hes alr on it

-shoplifts stuff for you that he thinks you’ll like

-cracks jokes fr

-he tries to woo you with humor so hard

-it does work

-I feel like he would actually try to tell you he likes you through a joke

-and actually get kinda flustered in anticipation

-“what has two thumbs and likes a cute girl named

y/n? *says quietly* This guy…”

-you giggle and kiss his cheek

-“Me too, dummy. I like you too, two.”

Steve Randle

-he’s definitely more flirty

-he flirts with you fsfs

-I feel like it’s not quite as charming as Soda, not quite as vulgar as Dally

-smack dab in the middle

-fixes your car for you and is always suggesting you come there for free repairs

-TOTALLY not so he can just talk to you and be around you in general

-he would whistle to you tho “lookin good there baby”

-when he finally confesses I feel like he would be a bit nervous and tries to hide it so much he tells you completely stone faced 💀

-“I-Uh… I like you.”

-such a serious voice 💀😭👍

-but he gives you a smile (rare for him) whenever you say that you like him back

-I can’t stress this enough… FREE HANDYMAN!

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

hello! i love your writing so much so i was wondering if you could write the gang with an S/O whose afraid of the dark? like they cannot sleep without some form of light due to anxiety of sorts? thanks!!

A/N: Thanks for the request, many many apologies for the long wait. I hope you don't mind, I did a "Would Include" format for these, it's just the way it worked out. Hope you enjoy!

- Darry always holds your hand when you two are walking around town and it gets dark, if you have to walk through any alleyways, you can just hold onto your superman and close your eyes, he’ll get you through it safe and sound. Just tell him you wanna leave the lights on when the two of you get ready for bed, he won’t think twice about it. He’ll leave on the lights and draw you in for a tight hug, wrapping you in his arms and promising nothing’s going to get to you while he’s around.

- Light? Sure thing, honey, Sodapop will leave the door ajar, the blinds open, the lights on, whatever you ask him to do. Sodapop is a heavy sleeper, at least I think so, and he’s just over the moon to have you next to him. If you get scared? Just cuddle up with him, listen to the sound of his heart beat and take a few deep breaths, Sodapop will gently draw shapes over the back of your shoulders and hold you close.

- I don’t think Ponyboy would mind if you told him that you’d rather leave the lamp on, or keep the door cracked so the light from the hallway spills into the room just a bit. I think he did the same thing, just after his parents died. He doesn’t mind having a little bit of light, especially if it makes you happier. Really, Pony won’t mind as long as you’re laying next to him, he’s content to do whatever you need to do. If you’re happy, he’s happy.

- Dallas may be a bit of an asshole when you let slip to him that you’re afraid of the dark, that you can’t sleep without some sort of light on. But don’t dismiss him quite yet, I promise it’s cute. Dally leaves the blinds open. He hates that the neon light from Buck’s sign filters into the room, but it gives just enough light for you to be comfortable. He figures he could get used to it, especially when he sees how pretty you are, sound asleep and softly lit by the colors of the neon.

- I guess the both of you are in the same boat, Johnny’s not too keen on the dark either. With the way his life is at home, he tends to get a little jumpy, and shadows are no exceptions. I doubt you’d be doing much sleeping over at his, but if he spends the night at yours, or if the two of you crash at the Curtis’, I think he’d be more than okay with you leaving on a light or two.

- I think Steve would be a little thrown off by your request at first, or more concerned about your reaction when he flicks the lights off, but I don’t think he’d be bothered by leaving the light. Steve makes me think of the kind of guys who work so hard during the day, they pretty much hit the pillow and it’s lights out for them. Leaving the lights aren’t going to bother him in the slightest, I can promise you that sweetheart.

- Thinking he’s funny, Two-Bit will offer up his little sister’s night-light when you come over to spend the night at his house. When you seem relieved by this, he might give you an odd look, thrown-off by your request, before plugging it into the wall and letting the warm yellow light shine through his room. He won’t mind, but he might make a few jokes about your little fear, hyping up whatever nonexistent things might be waiting for you in the shadows before hugging you close and kissing your temple to calm you down as he apologizes.

- Who knew Tulsa’s worst, big and bad Tim Shepard, would find himself involved with someone afraid of things that go bump in the night? Tim’s more than alright with leaving a light on for you, and whoever has something to say about it, will answer to him. His only concern is making sure you feel safe and have a warm bed to sleep in with him. Leaving on a lamp won’t bother him in the slightest.

- If you want to leave the light on, I promise Curly won’t mind. I think he’d have to get used to it? I think he’s probably a light sleeper, not as bad as his brother, but still sensitive to things going on around him when he’s asleep. The extra brightness might take some time to get used to, but Curly won’t care, I promise.

[spikedhe4rt]

Hi! Could you make a story where dally and yn go on a date and it’s like SUPER sweet

Dallas x Reader Fluff

Word Count: 1254

I got up from bed and immediately checked my calendar in excitement. It was the day of my and Dallas's date. At first, I was skeptical of the Dallas Winston wanting to go out on a date but I finally gave in. He has too much playboy past but said he was willing to change. I took a deep breath and headed to my bathroom.

I opened my shower curtain and turned on the hot water. I quickly watched my body thoroughly before rushing out of the shower. I shivered when the cold air hit my body and face, before drying off thoroughly. I grabbed my makeup, thinking about the look I wanted to do. I wanted to do something simple glam since were only going to the dingo and drive in.

I applied foundation all over my face not forgetting my neck or ears. Then with concealer i apply to my under eyes, chin, nose and forehead and blend out with a beauty blender. Then I set my face with some loose setting powder. I finished with some blush and lipstick.

Once I returned to my room, I grabbed my outfit and finished getting ready. I added my favorite earrings and I was all finished. After a couple minutes, I heard a hard knock on my door. I perked up excitedly, knowing it was my date. I opened it to find a nervous-looking Dallas. 'Hi, Dally" I said as I beamed. He gave me a toothy smile back, “Hi, y/n. this is for you by the way” He pulled a slightly wilted rose from behind his back.

“Thank you. I love it, you ready to go?” he nodded then grabbed my hand. He took me to his car and even opened the door for me. Dallas Winston being a real gentleman? He started the car and started to drive, using one hand to drive. I look at him, his hair blowing in the wind from the open window.

“So where are you taking me, Winston?” He shook his head and smiled, a real smile. “I wanted to take you to the dingo, that okay?” I nodded, examining his handsome features. “What are you staring at? Do i have something on my face” he asked, looking panicked. I giggled “No, you just look so handsome today” He winked at me and focused on the road.

Once we got there, he got out the car and told me to wait. He hurriedly ran to my side and opened my car door. I swooned at his kindness. “C’mon babe” We walked in the dingo, music inside playing loudly and laughter echoing through out. He walked me to a table in the corner kind of secluded from the rest. I sat down across from his chair and grabbed my menu. He grabbed his quickly to start browsing it. I guess were both hungry.

“What are you gonna get doll?” I looked up at him, smiling a bit. “I think im gonna get a orange juice” He told me he was gonna get the same thing. I chuckled at him. “So how long have you lived here?” I asked trying to start up a conversation. “Well I moved here when I was about 10 or 11 from New York. I needed to get away from there” He answered skeptically. I nodded in understanding. “I get it. I loved Michigan but it just to boring and I needed some more in my life” I told him.

After that, the waiter Tanya came to talk our order, “I’ll get the old fashioned chicken” and “I want the baked ham sandwich…please” We said hurriedly. She took our orders and left quickly. “You look really nice today Y/n” I blushed at his words. “Thank you!” I replied trying to not squeal. I can’t wait to tell my friends about this.

Tanya came back to the scene with two plates. She tilted her head with a sweet smile, looking at us “First date huh?” Dallas looked at her shocked. How could she sense it? “Y-yea” She laughed at his nervousness before setting down our plates. “Enjoy lovebirds” I gave her a “thank you” before she walked away.

We began to eat and converse. “So before we go any further, I want to make you really like me. Not anyone else just me” I looked at him strange, getting caught off guard by his question. “Of course, I like like you, Dallas. Theres absolutely no one else baby” He smiled. “You’re perfect you know that?” I giggled at him and his words. “Well I try” I said with a small wink. He chuckled at my antics.

We finished our food and were driving to the drive in. Once we got there, we snuck under the gate. Were still greasers after all. He got me a coke and we shared a popcorn. It was one of those random beach movies so we spent the whole time mostly talking. I learned a lot about him. We talked about our childhoods and what it would be like to get out of this town.

I talked about going to Texas one day. “Im being serious as a funeral, Dally. How does someone named dallas not like Texas” I laughed at my own jokes. He playfully rolled his eyes “Hardy Har-har, doll.” I was still cracking up at my self still. “Im sorry. Would this make you feel better?” I gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling confident in the moment. He laughed along with me after that.

We finished the movie soon after, almost being kicked out for being too loud. He decided to drive his car to bucks and walk me home since it wasn’t that far. As we walked, it felt peaceful. The town was silent for once, or at-least it felt like it was with him. We walked side to side in silence for a while till i stopped dead in my tracks. Dallas stopped with me, looking confused. I held out my hand for him to grab, looking in his eyes for acceptance. He grabbed my hand immediately with a small smirk.

I leaned towards him, our bodies nestled against each other. “Ive never seen Tulsa be this quiet.” he said, breaking the silence. “I thought it was just me.” I replied. He shook his head slightly as we continued to walk. We arrived at my porch soon after, wishing we had more time in secret.

I turned to him face-to-face. “This is it huh? I had a really good time tonight, Dal.” He smiled down at me. “So did I. I have an idea to make it better tho” I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Dallas started to bring his hands down to my butt but quickly caught himself, situating them at my waist. I smiled, taking his hands back down. The kiss was fierce and passionate. We stayed there for about 4 minutes before pulling away breathless.

“Ive been needing to do that all day, Dal” He smiled. “Me too. I’ll tell you what…” he leaned into me, mouth close to my ear to whisper “we’ll save the rest for our next dates.” I giggled at his words. I gave him one last kiss before walking back up to my door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dal” I said as i blew him a kiss. He caught it and put it in his pocket, starting to walk away. “Bye doll.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this. Im finally out of school so I have so much free time so I will be writing more. Let me know if you guys want this to be a series because I really like these two’s relationship. My request box is always open!! Love you guys!!! 💗

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So, I saw someone say yesterday that "most people skim watch Chinese dramas", and that honestly blew my mind. If it has subtitles, I have to watch it and focus on it.

But then several thoughts occurred to me. You see, right now, my friend and I are watching The Longest Promise and The Screen Foxes. To us, The Longest Promise is painfully slow. We thought it was a little slower than most Chinese dramas, but most Chinese dramas are a little bit slow, and The Longest Promise actually feels much slower to us because we hate the main character and, like, half the story decisions so much, we thought. (Sorry, no offense to Longest Promise fans.) We thought that if we actually liked the main character and were invested in her story, the way the show dilly-dallied on every one of her scenes - having her say the same things over and over again, showing a dozen different angles on some magical moment in her life, having her express feelings about something that happened in a previous episode that she had made very clear at the time - would be enjoyable. Meanwhile, before we started The Screen Foxes, I read three different reviews that said the plot moved lightning-fast, bounced all over the place, and didn't make any sense. And ... none of that is true (so far). The plot moves at a normal pace. A thing happens, and then, something else happens as a consequence. There ARE several different interconnected story threads, and we do bounce back and forth between them, but it all makes sense. And last night, it hit me that maybe The Longest Promise is so slow because you're supposed to "skim watch" it. Certainly, if you dip in and out, you can follow the plot very easily. Scenes are long enough that it's hard to miss a whole one if you're checking back in frequently, repetitive enough that you can understand the point of the scene even if you miss three-quarters of it, and the same points are repeated in multiple scenes, so there are very few details you can miss even if you don't watch it too closely. (Plus, the plot is predictable enough that it's easy to follow.) Meanwhile, because The Screen Foxes doesn't dawdle on any points, if you're not actually sitting down and watching, it must seem chaotic and nonsensical. Why are they fighting this green monster now? Wasn't the show about painting a minute ago? The green monster is being used by a Taoist to body-guard a rich family. The Taoist is actually the one who made the family rich. Why? That's the mystery we need to find out. In the meantime, this family used its wealth to cheat in the painting contest from the last episode, so fighting their body guard is advancing that painting plotline too. But if you looked away from the screen during the two minutes where they were explaining all that, then yeah, it would be super confusing why this show just went from a painting contest to a demon fight.

If Chinese dramas are MEANT to be watched in the background, and that's the reason so many of them are so long and slow, then, honestly, my whole worldview has been changed.

So, TLDR: I have to know now: DO most people actually "skim watch" Chinese dramas????

[dylobilysmomg]

The Greaser’s Girl

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗦𝗼𝗰!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲?

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘆 𝗣𝗶𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘀

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜’𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛!

“You must be lost, little lady.” He laughed, eyeing my figure. Though it was obvious to tell I was in rough shape, he didn’t mention it. “I’m looking for Dally.” I say, and he chuckles. “He’s busy.” He says, moving his hand to close the door. “Wait!” I stop him, “Please.” I plead, and he shuts the door. I let out a sigh, sitting down on the little step, trying to weigh out my other options for my current conflict.

Tears flow down my face a little faster now, and that’s when I hear the door creek open from behind me. I turn my head to look up, and there he is. Dallas Winston in all his glory. His hair is disheveled and he lacks a shirt and shoes. “Y/N? The hell you doin’ here, what happened?”

I stand up quickly, turning to face him. He takes one look at me and worry fills his eyes. “Dally I-“ “You’re shivering, get in here.” He says, wrapping an arm behind my shoulders and pulling me inside. A loud party is in motion in the room. There’s a pool table surrounded by many drunk men and a homemade bar of sorts. There’s smoke swirling throughout, and my nose scrunches at the smell.

Many people stop and stare at us. The sight of Dallas Winston with a Soc is a wild sight, some taking a double take. Even in my rough state, wearing nothing but my sleep shorts and shirt, it was clear what I was. A Soc. Dally leads me to the staircase and has a hand on my lower back as I go up the steps. My legs are tired, they ache as I trudge up the steps. He ushers me into his room, I sit on the bed as he shuts the door behind himself.

He huffs, and it’s at this point I realize he must be furious with me, the Soc he’s been seeing strictly behind closed doors, waltzing in unannounced in front of all his buddies. “Dally I’m sorry I know I—“

“What the hell happened to you? Your knees are busted and you’re a cryin mess. Who did this to you?” He says, kneeling in front of me and examining the bloody scrapes on my knees. I’d forgotten about them, I just let them bleed. “I tripped on the way here.” I whispered, showing him the palms of my hands, bloodied and ripped up from the asphalt.

He takes my hands in his, shaking his head with a sigh. “Oh, baby.” He says, standing up and exiting the room, I sit there in silence for only a moment before he’s returning with some baby wipes and a couple of bandaids.

Dally kneels in front of me once more, taking the wipes to my knees. I hiss at the pain, the scrapes still raw. He mumbles ‘I knows’ and ‘I’m sorrys’ as he does so. He wipes the scrapes clean and puts a bandaid on each of my knees. He then takes my hands in his, wiping them clean too.

“You wanna tell me why you’re runnin round this side of town so late? In your pajamas no less.” He inquires, laying my hands back into my lap, and discarding the wipes and bandaid trash. “My dad.” I say as he moves towards me and sits beside me on the bed. Dally’s expression changes completely. His eyes go from that of being worried sick to furious within mere seconds.

“I guess someone saw us at the drive in the other day, told him about us. He was mad. He slapped me and pushed me against the wall.” My lip quivers accounting the events from the past two hours. “I hit my head real hard.” I say.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” Dallas whispers, wrapping his arms around me to pull me close. I sigh into his chest as he cradles me in his strong arms. He releases me after a moment, pulling a throw blanket off the bed to wrap me in it. “You’re freezin.” He says, and I pull the blanket close to my body.

“Where’d you hit your head?” He asks, and I bring a hand to lightly touch the back of my head, feeling the bump left behind. “There’s a bump.” I say, and he grumbles.

“Good glory. He better hope I never walk by him on the street.” Dallas grumbles, standing from the bed. “Lie down.” He tells me, and I move to shimmy underneath the covers of his bed.

After I’m tucked beneath the covers, Dallas tucks me in real nice for good measure. “I’m sorry I got you away from your party.” I whisper, and he chuckles a bit.

“Oh, baby I wasn’t partying, I was sleepin’.” He laughs, sliding into the bed beside me. I turn on my side to face him in the bed, and I can’t help but grin. Dallas takes the opportunity to kiss me. Once, then twice, then some more. I smile into each kiss and eventually pull away.

“Well, I’m sorry I woke you up, then.”

Dally’s arm snaking beneath the covers to splay over my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, doll.”

𝟓/𝟏𝟑/𝟐𝟒

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"Check it out, man," Johnny pointed, the three of you closing in on the entrance to the old building, courtesy of the directions a local farmer gave.

"The church," Pony nodded.

You entered, your face falling as you realized the place was infested with cobwebs and spiders, not to mention dusty beyond belief, and a couple of rabbits hiding around, too.

Suddenly, something screeched, swooping down from the rafters and flying out the door.

"What was that?!" You jumped, frantically looking around.

"Just an owl," Pony stated, taking off Dally's coat and placing it down on the ground, Johnny laying on top of it.

Pony laid his head on a square rock, and you sat down next to him, nervously fiddling with a button on Johnny's jacket.

"Guys..." Pony started.

"Yeah," you and Johnny answered.

"Y'all all right?"

"All right as I can be," you sighed, pulling your knees up to your chest.

After a while of not hearing Johnny's response, the two of you turned to the boy, only to see that he was out like a light.

"Figures," you nodded, "He did stay up the whole ride."

"Yeah," Pony nodded, shifting to at least try and get comfy, "Man, this floor sure is hard."

"Get some rest, Pone," you assured, showing him a faint smile, "I'll keep watch."

The boy nodded, finally settling and shutting his eyes.

Which left you alone with your thoughts for the first time in the past couple days. 

Something dangerous.

'I shouldn't have brought these boys with me. They surely woulda gotten off scott-free if they stayed. They didn't do nothin' wrong.'

You sighed, turning to face Johnny and letting your hands find place in his hair, massaging it in the way you knew he liked, his face visibly relaxing, even in sleep.

"I'm sorry, Johnny," you apologized, "I don't think you know how much I mean that. This was my mess. This is my fault. It ain't have anything to do with you or Pony."

You looked up at the ceiling, watching the first rays of morning light hit the run-down place, sunlight seeping in through the cracks and holes of the old wood.

"I must be the most selfish person in the world. I want to tell y'all to leave, go somewhere far away, but I just can't. I can't bear to be away from you two." 

You scoffed, an empty laugh making you come clean.

"Who am I kiddin'? I can't bear to be away from you, Johnny Cade."

You stopped your hand for a moment, an idea suddenly coming to mind.

'If you really feel so bad, then make it up to them. You got the cash. Pick up some stuff from the store. A couple necessities, sure, but some stuff that they'll really like.'

You smiled, truly, for the first time in what felt like years, before standing up, about to run out the church.

But you stopped yourself, turning around and crouching to Johnny's level.

"I'll be right back, Johnnycake," you whispered, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind his ear and placing a kiss on his cheek.

Once that was settled, you stood back up, quickly and quietly making your way out of the church.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Maybe I shoulda brought one a them. Might've helped by carry this box. Weighs a damn ton," you grumbled, walking into the entrance of the church, a box full of groceries in hand...or hands.

You had gone by yourself so you couldn't get multiple bags, resorting to stuffing everything you could in the crate.

The second you stepped over the threshold, you were bombarded by two sleepy teens, one relieved and one frantic.

"There you are! Where did you go?!" Johnny exclaimed, running over and tackling you in a hug, holding you tight and placing a hand behind your neck to pull you closer.

"I thought you'd hightailed it! Or some-someone took you last night! Man, you had me worried! Don't do that again, ya hear? Or at least leave a note."

'That was smart. Probably shoulda done that.'

You glowed red, putting down the crate on an old table so you could reciprocate the hug.

"Sorry, Johnnycake. Didn't mean to spook you," you apologized, him pulling back to see your smile.

"It's alright," he smiled back, your grin infectious.

Pony rolled his eyes, "Don't keep us waitin', (y/n/n). Show us the haul," he asked, excitedly.

"Of course," you nodded, starting to unpack the box, "All right, I got a loaf of bread, and a week's supply of bologna here. Some peanut butter."

You smirked, pulling out a book and handing it to the boy.

"Gone With the Wind? How'd you know I always wanted Gone With the Wind?" He smiled, looking down at its cover.

"I remembered you sayin' somethin' about it once. The three of us went to see that movie, remember?" You answered, pulling out some other things, "Figured you could read that out loud...help kill time or somethin'."

"Thanks a lot, (y/n/n)."

"Don't worry 'bout it, man," you smiled, going back to the groceries, "Anyway, got some cigarettes, a deck of cards-." "Peroxide?" He chimed once again, looking down at the bottle quizzically.

"And..." you turned to them, holding up a pair of hair-cutting scissors.

The two looked at you shocked, almost offended, at your insinuation.

"You ain't thinkin'-." "We're gonna cut our hair," you finished, going back to unloading everything.

"You're gonna bleach yours."

"No."

"They'll have our descriptions in the papers. We can't fit 'em, man."

"No, sir, you ain't touchin' my hair."

"They do it, anyway. First thing a judge does is make ya cut your hair."

"I don't see why..." Johnny grumbled to himself.

"I ain't got the funniest, either. Probably a way to break us or somethin'," you shrugged, whipping out the scissors and walking over to Pony, "Now, I'm gonna cut Johnny's off, too, and wash all the grease out."

"And what about you?" Johnny cocked a brow.

"The rule's different for girls. I can't just go bald-headed," you explained, "My hair grows real quick, so I'll just grow it out."

"You're makin' me bald-headed?! Now you definitely ain't touchin' my hair," Pony scoffed.

"I was exagerratin', Pony, I'm not gonna make you bald. It's hair, man, it'll grow back," you sighed, resting an annoyed hand on your hip.

He let out a deep breath, before finally caving, "Go 'head."

You smiled, starting your work quickly.

"Ow! Not so rough, (y/n/n)," he winced at one of your tugs.

"Quit gabbin'. I gotta hurry up and get this done so I can start on the bleach," you waved off.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

Two haircuts and a bleach later, and the boys were new men.

Though you couldn't say Ponybody was too happy about it, he called it a Halloween costume.

But now that your looks were in order, the three of you had nothing but time to kill, and for the first few days, you all tried nearly every method under the sun.

Reading, hunting, poker, talking, cooking, eating, smoking, you name it.

And throughout all those activities, you and Johnny had become attached at the hip, practically doing everything together.

It was also recent news that Johnny had become considerably touchy.

He always had an arm around your waist, or a hand in yours, or even a leg thrown over your lap.

It was making you feel a certain type of way, and you nearly burst yesterday when he pulled you in by your waist to whisper a joke Pony told him in your ear.

So on this day, you decided to sit in the wheat field behind the church and watch the sunset, to help clear your head and your heart in order to come up with a plan of action.

And you would've succeeded, too, had it not been for the boy in question who walked out to join you.

"Y'know, Dally said that would shouldn't stick our noses out," Johnny teased, sitting himself right next to you.

You smiled, looking out into the horizon, "Yeah, well, I figured one time wouldn't hurt. So long as I'm careful."

"Course," he nodded, turning to look at what you were looking at.

The both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, praying that someone would do something or say something to ease the atmosphere.

And rest assured, it wasn't just you feeling this way. 

Johnny had been practically eating away at himself for the past week.

While sitting in the train car, no one to talk to but himself, he began to realize that life is short.

Bob was alive one minute and dead the next, just like that.

What's to say something like that could happen to him? Or you?

He'd never forgive himself if he died without telling you how he's truly felt, how he's felt since junior high.

Or worse, you find someone else before he can.

He nearly gagged in his mouth.

The thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

"Have I made uncomfortable this week, (y/n/n)? I know I never really asked about it...which I probably shoulda...but I noticed you've been distant. So, I wanted to know if you wanted me to stop," he asked maturely, though glowing with embarrassment as he was just realizing he hadn't asked your permission to touch you so much.

"Oh, no, not at all," you assured with smile, resting your hand on his, "Quite the opposite, actually."

His ears perked at that last part.

"Opposite?" He asked.

"Y'know," you started, quickly changing the subject, "When I...stabbed Bob...his face got me thinkin'."

Johnny cocked a brow at the sudden tone switch, "His face?"

"Yeah, his face," you nodded, turning to him, "Sure, he looked surprised, and scared, too. But there was something else, a tiny flash. ....It was regret, Johnny. Bob died with regret."

Johnny nodded, finally picking up what you were putting down.

"I don't wanna die like that, with that look on my face. I wanna live knowin' that I said everything I wanted to say, and did everything I wanted to do."

"There somethin' you tryna tell me, (y/n/n)?" Johnny asked, looking you dead in the eyes.

Turning to him quickly, your breath quickened, and those three words were right there on the tip of your tongue, ready to say.

"I.........." you didn't even finish the sentence.

You pulled him in by his shirt, since you still had on his jacket, and smashed your lips into his, him easing into it almost instantly.

You rested your hands on each side of his face, keeping him in place as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer.

The kiss was electric, and while very uncoordinated and eager, it felt like liquid fire was coursing through your veins, pushing you forward.

The two of you shifted to your knees, you sitting up on top of him and tilting your head in order to get the angle, deepening the kiss even further.

Johnny gripped you even tighter, fearful he would simply float away if he didn't keep himself grounded.

With your touch burning his skin and your scent flooding his nostrils, he felt like he was higher than the clouds, like this was heaven on earth.

You washed over him like a wave of calm, the rhythm of the kiss lulling his anxiety filled mind, until the only thing he could think about was why on earth he didn't do this sooner.

The two of you broke free from the kiss, taking a break for air, while still holding tight onto each other.

You rested your forehead on his, panting, as you stared into those gorgeous baby browns.

And he smiled, taking a moment to gaze into your deep (e/c) ones with a look that was nothing short of adoring.

"I lo-." "Jesus Christ! This is what y'all were doing out here?!" Ponyboy exclaimed from the top of the hill, completely interrupting what Johnny was about to say.

You two quickly threw yourselves off each other, red in the face as you looked in opposite directions, hoping that would help with the embarrassment.

"At least do that inside. You're gonna catch somethin' in the grass..." he grumbled, turning around to walk back into the church.

Your eyes shot wide, and you snapped your head over to the boy, "Wait a minute, what didya think we were-?!" "Don't wanna think about it!"

"Pony, we weren't-!" "M'not listenin'!"

You shook your head, covering your face with your hands

'I'll never face that boy again.'

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

After a couple days of not talking, the three of you decided to put the events of said day behind by waking up early to see the sunrise.

And if you thought sunrises were beautiful in the city, well, they ain't got nothing on a sunrise out in the country.

"Golly, that sure was pretty, huh?" Johnny smiled.

"Yeah," Ponyboy nodded.

"It's like the mist is what's pretty, you know? All gold and silver."

"Too bad it cant't stay like that all the time," you sighed.

A quizzical face suddenly came onto Pony, as if he was remembering something, "Nothing gold can stay."

"Huh?" Johnny asked, turning to him.

"Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her leaf's a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay," Pony recited, thoughtfully.

"That was beautiful," you smiled, turning to the boy, "Where'd you learn it?"

"Yeah. S'what I meant," Johnny agreed.

You cocked a brow, looking him with a smirk, "Yeah, right. You ain't that deep."

"Am too. I'm as deep as they get," he smirked back, giving you a little look.

"Robert Frost wrote it," Pony answered, "I always remembered it 'cause I never quite knew what he meant by it."

You smiled, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to truly hear the sounds of nature.

The birds chirping, the cicadas buzzing, the squirrels chittering.

Nature was truly a wonder.

You forget that a lot in the city

"Y'know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about 'em," Johnny started, turning to Ponyboy, "S'almost like they were never there before."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two Bit, or even Darry 'bout the clouds or sunset. Just you two and Sodapop. ...Maybe Cherry Valance."

You smirked at the mention of the girl, Johnny sharing it.

"Guess we're different, huh?"

"Shoot, yeah. Maybe they are," Pone smiled, walking back down the hill.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Hey, lovebirds," a familiar New York accent smirked, kicking the pew you and Johnny were sleeping on.

"Hey, Dally," you yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms.

"Rise and shine, Blondie," he greeted Pony as well, ruffling his hair, "Wake up."

"How ya been, Dal?" Pony sighed, kicking out his legs to sit upright, "How's Soda doin'?"

"Hey, Dallas, how are ya?" Johnny smiled, moving from under you to sit up, too, "Are the fuzz after us? Ya hear anything?"

"Wait, one thing at a time. You guys hungry? Wanna get somethin' to eat. I'm starving, man," he asked, leaning up against the door frame.

"You're starved? Try bologna for four days," you scoffed.

"You picked it out," Pony waved you off.

"Didn't think I was gonna get sick of it so fast," you defended.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute, stop the presses," Dally halted, narrowing his eyes at you.

The three of you turned to look at each other in confusion.

Dally quickly walked up to you, turning your cheek to open up your neck and reveal the large, dark purple hickey that lay bright and open for anyone to see.

You and Johnny might've decided to finish what you started a couple days ago, but it never went any further than a smooch.

Though you were surprised you didn't notice the damned thing, didn't even remember him giving it to you.

He looked to Johnny, then to you, then to Johnny again, the both of you too red and embarrassed to meet his eyes.

The dots finally connected and he let out a celebratory howl.

"Yes! Yes! Finally, Jesus Christ!" He caught himself, quickly pausing his celebration, "Wait, who made the first move?"

You and Johnny turned to each other, silently debating on whether or not to tell him, before finally caving.

"She did," Johnny sighed.

"YES! I gotta tell Soda the good word. Two's payin' up big time," he cheered again.

You turned dark red, popping the collar of Johnny's jacket to hide the source of your embarrassment.

"Have you guys...y'know," Dally smirked, making an O with his hand and sticking his finger through it, "Done what birds and bees do?"

"For God's sake, Dally!" Johnny exclaimed, red as a beet.

"Yes, they did!" Pony chimed, disgusted, "Outside!"

"Outside?!" Dally gasped, shocked, "You guys are a freaky bunch, ain't ya?"

"We didn't!" Johnny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Johnny, take that revolver and put two right between my eyes," you mumbled into your hands, covering your face in embarrassment, "The police don't hafta worry 'bout me no more."

"Anyways," Dally smiled, changing the subject as he pulled out a cigarette, "Got a special delivery for a Ponyboy Curtis. Here, man."

"Who's this from?" Pony asked, taking the letter and inspecting it.

"The President of the United States of America."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious, man," Dal joked, taking a hit, "It's from your brother, Sodapop."

"How'd he know I was here?" Pone asked.

"I told 'im I didn't know where you were, but he didn't believe me. He really wanted me to give that to you, man," Dally explained.

As Pony read the letter, Johnny raked a nervous hand through his hair, standing up from the pew, "Hey, Dal, what's goin' on with the cops, man? You hear anything?"

"Yeah, how come you got hauled in?" You asked.

"Those boys down at the station know me by now. While I was there, they kinda beat it out of me that you guys were," he chuckled, "headin' to Texas. They think you guys are in Texas. Texas, man. God."

The three of you turned to each other, smiling, as you got yourselves ready to go.

This situation really might be behind you.

You guys could finally go back to how things were.

You working at the DX, hanging out with Johnny and Pony on the weekends, watching cartoons over at the Curtis house with the rest of the gang.

You practically squealed at the thought.

"Look at this guy and his hair, man. I can't believe that. Look at 'im," Dally smiled, staring at Pony as he put on his coat, "Blondie, man."

"I know I look lousy, but don't rub it in," Pony grumbled, starting off out the door.

Dally sighed, rolling his shoulders before starting off after him, "You guys wanna get somethin' to eat?"

"Hey, you better believe it," you smiled, jumping off the pew and following after him.

"Let's get out of here," Johnny cheesed, throwing an arm around your shoulder and walking out the church with you, hand in hand.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆 

[paul-ster]

GUYS I MADE THE PONYBOY GETTING LOST IN A STORE FIC.

Except I think it’s dog-water 😭😭😭 I really hope I did the idea right. If not I’ll probably rewrite it. THIS WAS MADE IN TWENTY MINUTES DAWG 😭😭

@positively-peachy-143 @frogdisaster I hope I executed this idea correctly :3

Anyways, ENJOY!!!

The brisk cool air of a commercial store hit Ponyboy- hard. He stood there, ten-year-old him, excited to be shopping with the whole gang. It was rare for them to all be together, especially with their new addition- Dallas Winston.

Ponyboy stood near Darry, following him as the gang weaves through the store. Mrs.Curtis had sent them on a shopping trip that the whole gang ended up following. Darry was the only one taking it serious though.

Still, he could t help but join along in the gangs tricks. Stealing random stuff and putting things where they didn’t belong. Ponyboy tried to join in, but mostly hung back with Johnny. Johnny stood quietly, watching alongside Ponyboy.

Mrs.Curtis needed a lot of things. She just about needed the whole entire store. But, with extra boys to take care of, she just tried to get Darry to buy what he could. While Darry would never tell her, he had started putting some money into the grocery bill.

As the gang tried not to get kicked out, Ponyboy couldnt help but look at some cigarettes. He had seen the entire gang smoking them, especially Dally. While Dally started giving him a cigarette or two, Ponyboy wanted his own pack. Ponyboy looked at the cigarettes, trying to think about which one he’d want.

He saw Johnny looking back to him and then to the gang. Johnny assumed Ponyboy was going to follow, so, he followed the rest of the gang. Ponyboy started getting lost in his head, almost forgetting where he was.

It wasn’t until he didn’t see anyone else that he started to panic. He tried to look around, trying to see if he could find the gang near him. Part of him was already panicking, while another tried to stay level-headed. Ponyboy continued to walk through the aisles, suddenly unsure if he should go back to where he had been. But, his memory failed him as he stepped into the clothing aisle.

A mother and her children passed by. Ponyboy wanted to ask her for help, to tell her that he was lost. Yet, Ponyboy couldn’t as he started to get lost in the clothes aisle. The clothes seemed to blend in, making it harder for him to know where the exit was.

It was like a maze to him. While he had a good build for a ten year old, he wasn’t as tall as he wanted to be. His heart pounded through his ears as he tried to rush through clothes. After not getting anywhere, he decided to go under the racks.

But to no avail, he was still lost…

So, he did hat he could. He pursed his lips together, and blew. A low note came out at first, before ending it with a high note.

:3

Darry looked around, laughing as he threw in another pack of spaghetti into the cart. It was already halfway full and Darry was getting ready to wrap everything up. “We all set?” He asked the gang. There were some nods but Darry saw something. Johnny was in another aisle, whistling low before ending it with a high note. Darry’s eyes looked to Johnny as Johnny continued.

“What’s wrong Johnnycakes?” Dallas asked. Johnny looked around the aisles for a moment then to the gang. “Pony’s gone.”

Darry and Soda felt their hearts drop. Sodapop looked to Darry, “Where did we last see ‘im?” Everyone looked to Johnny, waiting for his answer.

“Last I saw him, he was looking at some cigarettes,” Johnny told them. Darry nodded, trying his hardest not to panic. Too bad that memo didn’t get to Soda.

“The cigarettes? Okay- okay im going there,” Sodapop said before running to the cigarettes. Steve followed him, “We’ll find ya later.” Darry nodded, looking to the rest of his gang.

Dallas was unphased, while Two-Bit and Johnny were freaking out. “Let’s split up, he’ll be easier to find that way. Johnny come with me and Two-Bit go with Dally,” Darry said with certainty. Johnny nodded and quickly got to Darry. Dally rolled his eyes but still followed Two-Bit to wherever they were going to look at.

To anyone who hadn’t known what was happening, they would’ve thought that the boys had gone insane. They were whistling, low and deep before ending it with a high note. Workers gave them glared as they continued to do so.

Two-Bit and Dally flipped some off as they continued to look around. All the while, Darry was panicking.

“What am I going to do???” He asked himself as he whistled again. The notes were off though. Johnnys whistle was almost pitch perfect.

Still, all Darry could do was hope that the gangs whistle was enough for Ponyboy. After all, he was able to hear Dallys whistle from where he was. Sodapop tried to whistle loud too, but his shaky breathing prevented it.

“Cmon man breathe. Think of it as a little break for now,” Steve tried to joke. Sodapop tried taking some air, breathing it heavily. Then he started coughing as he heard someone else whistle.

Sodapop perked his head up as another whistle came. The whistle was just about the whistle that Ponyboy did.

Two-Bit and Dally found them, “Ya heard it too?” Two-Bit asked. Sodapop nodded, before whistling again. “We thought it was you,” Steve told them. They all gave each other a look before starting to go where they heard the whistle.

Johnny and Darry also heard the whistle. Granted, they were nearer than anyone else in the gang. After a couple of more bird calls- they found Ponyboy.

“Where is he?” Sodapop asked as they settled in one part of the clothing aisle, the last place where they heard the call. It had been the loudest, but they weren’t able to see Ponyboy yet. Darry waited for the whistle to come. Then, through a rack of clothes, a low note came out before hitting a high note. Sodapop pushed the clothes aside, seeing as Ponyboy was crying in the clothes.

He looked up at Soda, before pulling him into a hug. “Easy there kiddo, we’re here,” Soda said, smiling a bit. He looked to Darry who had just felt like a weight was off of his shoulders.

“Why didn’t ya just stay put?” Steve asked Ponyboy incredulously. Two-Bit gave him a light shove as they started to walk to the registers. Some people gave them were glances as Sodapop continued to hold Ponyboy.

“Is that them? The bird-callers?” A customer asked. Two-Bit laughed as the gang left the store. “Hear that? Maybe we oughta catch some birds.”

Ponyboy smiled sheepishly as he sat in the car. Darry gave him a look and Johnny gave him a relieved smile.

“Y’all’s whistles sound like dying birds,” Ponyboy admitted. “Shut it before we tell your mom that you got lost,” Steve retorted.

:3

[tim-shepard]

“I sleep with a gun under my pillow… just so you know.” and “I can not go in there! I will have a heart attack, die, and it will be your fucking fault.” with dally please

hihi anonny, tysm for the request

word count: 856

summary: Johnny finds Dallas for comfort after a fight at home. mostly jus fluff

a/n: you didn’t name a ship so i defaulted to jally oops

Johnny strolled slowly down the dimly lit street, in no real rush to head anywhere really. He knew it wasn’t too smart to be out alone at this hour, but considering the scene he had just left at home, he felt dealing with getting jumped was just as good, if not a better way to spend his Friday night. 

He kept his eyes focused straight in front of him, shoulders back, switchblade in his hand within his pocket, the way Dally taught him after he got jumped the first time. “You’ll look tougher. And at the first sign of danger, you defend yourself anyway, anyhow, ‘kay Johnnycakes?”, Dallas’ words repeated in his mind.

The thought of Dallas Winston made him stop walking for a moment. Dally. He quickly looked around to get a sense of where he was, and recognized the part of town instantly. He took a breath, and then another, before turning left, heading straight towards’ Buck Merril’s place, Dally’s frequent place of choice to spend his evenings.

Johnny knocked on the door, swallowing hard, as though his anxieties were trying to escape out his mouth. He loosened his grip off his switch and took a deep breath. The place didn’t seem deserted, but it didn’t seem to be one of the rowdier nights either, so Johnny was hoping Dally wasn’t too far gone yet.

  “Can I help you?” Buck said, his voice filled with annoyance.

“H-hey Buck…” His voice quivered as he spoke. He closed his eyes and quickly took another breath before opening them again. “Hey man. Dally here?”

Buck had never really appreciated when Dallas’ younger buddies showed up, but Johnny guessed he either could sense his urgency or just plain out felt sorry for him.

“Yeah,” Buck grumbled, motioning up the stairs, “in his room.”

“Thanks.” he mumbled. Johnny stepped past Buck and quickly made his way up the stairs.

“Dally! Dallas, It’s me, Johnny,” he knocked thrice on the door before trying the knob. Locked. He knocked twice more. “Dallas!”

It was quiet for a moment, and then Johnny heard the shuffling of feet across Buck’s old, squeaky floor, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Dallas opened the door, his eyes half open, wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt and thin black-and-blue plaid boxers. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “‘Ey Johnny, you okay?”

Johnny didn’t answer right away, he just walked past Dallas, sat down on his bed, continuing to fight back the tears that had been trying to reveal just how scared he was. He put his head in his hands, and stared down at the floor as he spoke. 

“My pops… h-he came home drunk again. Went all berserk and threatening on me. Dally-” he paused and looked up at Dallas. At this point Dally’s face had fallen like it did all the other times Johnny relayed stories from home to him, the pure helplessness he felt while listening to Johnny displayed over every inch of his face. “Dally… I can’t go back there.”

Dallas scratched at the back of his neck, letting out a deep sigh. “Kid… I mean, sure you cans. Hell, don’t you think me and my pops ever-”

“Dally!” Johnny cried out. Dallas paused, shocked at just how hard this fight was hitting him. “Dallas, you don’t understand. I can not go in there! I will have a heart attack, die, and it will be your fucking fault.” Johnny sobbed between words, every tear that had been waiting to come out came out in droves. He slowly rocked back and forth on the bed in an attempt to self-soothe, his head once again buried deep in his hands.

Dallas took a seat next to Johnny at the foot of the bed, his hand instinctively running up and down Johnny’s back. Dallas had never been too good at comfort, and he never knew why Johnny seemed to always pick him to find solace in, but he always knew when he was needed and when he was not. 

And right now, Johnny needed him.

After a few quiet moments of Dally’s rubbing Johnny’s back while he rocked, Johnny slowly started to calm down and regain some composure. He knew he was safe with Dallas. He knew he could trust Dallas.

“Hey, Johnny, why don’t you… why don’t you stay here. For the night. With me.” Dallas said, finally breaking the silence. “We don’t gotta sleep if you don’t wanna, can stay up all night havin’ a sleepover like you and Pony do.” He added.

Johnny moved his hands from his face, a small smile forcing its way onto his face as he locked eyes with Dallas. As if on cue, he yawned, and leaned slightly more into Dallas’ touch.

  “I’d like that very much,” he yawned again, and plopped over onto his side, laying near the edge of the bed. Dallas smiled, and laid next to Johnny, throwing his arm over his waist.

“Hey, Johnny?”

“Yeah Dal?”

“I-I… I sleep with a gun under my pillow… just so you know.” Dallas grabbed Johnny’s hand, squeezing it. “You’re safe, here, with me.”

[persondoingstuff]

Alright first of all I’m a firm believer that Dally cares about the gang a lot more than he lets on, especially Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Get that sweat shirt off." He threw a towel at me. "Dry off and wait here. At least Johnny's got his jeans jacket. You ought to know better than to run away in just a sweat shirt, and a wet one at that. Don't you ever use your head?" He sounded so much like Darry that I stared at him.

He didn't notice, and left us sitting on the bed.

The fact that Dallas didn’t notice how brotherly he was being just proves that he cares about Pony

… and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it.

Dallas would rather he go to jail then someone in the gang. Dally would rather add to his record (not that he minded that, I think he was rather happy to add to it) then Two-Bit get a record or add to it.

“The president of course, stupid Its from Soda.”

Dally joking with Pony is my favorite thing

“…Kid, you ought to see Darry. He's takin' this mighty hard…”

This quote melts my heart in a way I cannot describe

"You sure can cuss good, Dally."

"Sure can," Dally agreed wholeheartedly, proud of his vocabulary. "But don't you kids get to pickin' up my bad habits.”

He gave me a hard rub on the head. "Kid, I swear it don't look like you with your hair all out off. It used to look tuff: You and Soda had the coolest-lookin' hair in town."

"I know," I said sourly. "I look lousy, but don't rub it in."

Dallas (as bad of an example as he is) wants to make sure Johnny and Ponyboy don’t end up like him, he’s just looking out for them.

Also Dally giving a compliment?! But also Dally teasing Pony and giving him shit in a friendly way :)

“…Take it easy, I don’t want you gettin’ sick on me…”

When they were at Dairy Queen and Johnny and Ponyboy were eating so fast that Dally go my worried they would throw up (what a good big brother)

When the church was burning Dally yelled at Johnny and Pony to forget about the kids and get out of there. He was so worried about his family the gang

Dally's eyes were closed, but when I spoke he had tried to grin and had told me that if I ever did a stupid thing like that again he'd beat the tar out of me.

If he’s smiling he’s not that mad (there’s his soft spot for Pony showing)

I am fully convinced that the leather jacket Dally gave Ponyboy became his favorite jacket, especially after he died. Anytime it got a bit chilly outside Pony would put it on and remember how his buddy saved him

Dally was grinning at me. "Kid, you scared the devil outa me the other day. I thought I'd killed you"

"Me?" I said, puzzled. "Why?"

"When you jumped out of the church. I meant to hit you just hard enough to knock you down and put out the fire, but when you dropped like a ton of lead I thought Id aimed too high and broke your neck." He thought for a minute. "I'm glad I didn't, though."

Dally’s happy that he didn’t kill Pony (his second favorite member of the gang)

Second thing, Two-Bit is also a big brother figure to Ponyboy and Johnny and best friends with everyone. Also a little bit of Steve caring for Ponyboy

“The boys are worried," Dally said in a materie voice. "Two-Bit was going to Texas to hunt for you”

Two-Bit was so worried about them that he would drop everything and go looking for Pony and Johnny (he cares so much about Pony, they’re best friends)

"Hey, Ponyboy," he cried gleefully, "long time no see.” You would have thought it had been five years instead of five days since I'd seen him last, but I didn't mind.

He was so excited to be reunited with his best friend :)

Two-Bit said, cleaning the egg up off the floor.

Two-Bit, who was scraping the egg off the clock, turned to stare at me.

What a nice friend, cleaning up after he made Pony drop the eggs.

Head cannon: Darry made a rule in the house that if you make a mess in the house you have to clean it up and is extra strict with it on Two-Bit (Darry was not about to let Two-Bit make his house messy)

No wonder he stayed overnight at Two-Bits or at our house.

Two-Bit offered his house to Johnny (big brother behavior) one time when it was cold outside, Johnny insisted he would be fine sleeping in the lot, but Two-Bit dragged Johnny to his house for the night. Johnny’s been using it as a place to sleep from then on

Two-Bit was looking down at me worriedly. “You feel okay? You're awful hot."

"All right," Two-Bit said reluctantly. "But Darryll kill me if you're really sick and go ahead and fight anyway"

Big brother Two-Bit who’s concerned about Ponyboy

It did, but it also got Two-Bit and Soda, jailed once. They were doing midair flips down a downtown sidewalk, walking on their hands, and otherwise disturbing the public and the police.

Bestie Soda and Two-Bit doing gymnastics down the street together. Also friends who get jailed together stay together

Two-Bit came blubberin' over here with some tale how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night,"

Big brother Two-Bit who was guilty over the fact that Pony got sick after the rumble

"Was it very bad?" Two-Bit questioned. He knew the whole story, and having never dreamed about anything but blondes, he was interested.

Bestie Two-Bit who knows all the tea

“I’ll baby-sit him," Two-Bit said, ducking as I took a swing at him.

‘Having nothing better to do’ or an excuse to spend the day with your best bud, what’s the difference

"Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn't need to. You'd have really cut them up, huh?"

Steve and Two-Bit were ready to throw hands all cause Pony looked like he was in danger (Steve really does care about his best buddy’s kid brother)

“How do you like bein' a hero, big shot?"

Steve teasing Ponyboy :)

Also in the beginning of the book right after Ponyboy gets jumped and Steve asks what he was doing walking on his lonesome, Ponyboy takes that as “oh this guy is just getting on my back” but I take it as Steve showing his worry in a non-traditional way.

Johnny is so madly in love with Pony it’s crazy

"you must have put my legs to sleep. I can't even stand up. I barely got off that train."

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you wake me up?"

“That okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

Johnny would rather his legs fall asleep than Pony be tired (he’s such a caring boyfriend)

I push off Johnny’s jean jacket,

Ponyboy said that the church was cold, so it must be cold outside, and Johnny would rather himself be cold than Pony

I put my arm across his shoulders to warm him up.

Just to warm him up, mhmm definitely

I held him like Soda had held him the day we found him lying in the lot.

First of all, Ponyboy looks up to Soda so much (I’ll get into that in the next section) but also comforting Johnny in a way he knows will calm him down

“It ain't fair for Ponyboy to about have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin' about him all the time.”

Johnny doesn’t want his bf’s family to worry :(

…He wants to see you”

Dally says this to Ponyboy while they’re driving to the hospital and it’s so heartbreaking that the last people Johnny wants to see are the two people he cherishes most

Also in Johnny’s letter that he left in home with the wind he mentions Dallas three times, he wanted his final requested to come from Pony probably because Johnny knew that out of everyone Dally would listen to Ponyboy the best

Lastly, Pony loves this brothers and admires Soda so much

I wonder what Darry and Sodapop are doing now, I thought, yawning. Soda had the whole bed to himself for once. I bet Darry's sorry he ever hit me.

After waking up in the church, his first thoughts are his brothers. Also Ponyboy knows that Darry is sorry and that just makes me feel bad for Darry

it was my pride. It was long and silky, just like Soda's, only a little redder.

Comparing himself to Soda part 1

My hair was even He always lighter than Sodapop's.

Comparing himself to Soda part 2

"Oh, Pony, I thought we'd lost you ... like we did Mom and Dad.. "

Darry just wanted the best for Pony. Dary was so scared of losing Pony, that's why he yelled, he wasn't angry, he was just scared. Darry's biggest fear is losing another peron, so he must have worried so much about Pony :(

Darry was rubbing the back of my head softly.

Soft bro Darry moment (I live for this)

I wiggled out from under his arm and pulled the blanket up over him,

Headcannon: Soda missed sharing a bed with Ponyboy and got used to throwing an arm over him. Also Pony is such a thoughtful brother

He grinned one of his rare grins.

DARRY SMILING AT PONYBOY

"Listen, Soda, you and Ponyboy," Darry said as we strode down the street, "if the fuzz show, you two beat it out of there. The rest of us can only get jailed. You two can get sent to a boys' home."

Protective Darry (I live for this too)

He’s going somewhere. And I was going to be like him.

Ponyboy looking up to Darry is so sweet cause as much as Ponyboy has said that he does really like his oldest brother, he truely does because you don’t look up to people you genuinely don’t like

I could tell Darry realized this too, and although he was proud, I also knew he was worried. Shoot, I thought, I'll fight so good this time he won't ever worry about me again. I'll show him that someone besides Sodapop can use his head.

Pony wanting to prove himself to Darry. Also Darry being proud of Ponyboy :)

"You kept asking for me and Soda. Sometimes for Mom and Dad, too. But mostly for Soda." Something in his tone of voice made me look at him. Mostly for Soda. Did I ask for Darry at all, or was he just saying that?

Ponyboy being worried that he hurt Darry’s feeling by not calling out for him melts and breaks my heart because this is a point where Pony and Darry’s relationship is on the path to getting fixed and Ponyboy is worried that he only called for Soda. And by only calling for Soda might show Darry that Pony still doesn’t like Darry all that much, but by calling out to Darry, it shows Pony loves his brother (idk if this made sense (I’m slightly delirious writing this))

"Yeah, sure," he said, looking at me strangely. "You asked for him and me both. Sometimes Mom and Dad. And for Johnny."

"Oh. I thought maybe I didn't ask for Darry. It was bugging me.”

Poor boy just needed that confirmation from another person that he actually did call out for Darry :( also calling out for his best friend (boyfriend)

“…Darry is a good guardian; he makes me study and knows knows where I am and who I'm with all the time. I mean, we don't get along so great sometimes, but he keeps me out ust de touble, or did…”

PONY KNOWS DARRY CARES AND WANTS THE BEST FOR HIM

"Maybe you can be a little neater, huh, little buddy?" He'd never called me that before. Soda was the only one he ever called "little buddy."

"Sure," I said, "I'll be more careful."

PROGRESS PEOPLE PROGRESS (also Darry showing his affection to Pony in his own way)

"Race you," I challenged, leaping up.

I guess I was still out of shape, because we all three tied. No. I guess we all just wanted to stay together.

This brotherly moment makes me smile everyone I look at it

This book makes me very happy, hope you enjoyed and have a good rest of your day

[wannaseewhatshangin]

being a bartender at bucks and officially meeting dallas after a couple of months of looking at eachother from across the bar

Oh my fuck. I love this so much bc yk what. My mom used to be a bartender for a while until she got a different job. And honestly being a bartender sounds hella fun 🤭

YK WHAT I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES 🤭

Dallas Winston x Bartender! Reader (part 1?~)

First of all.

It took Dallas literally NO time to notice you

He wasn’t used to having someone at the bar other than Buck.

But honey, lemme tell you

You was lookin mighty fine 🤭

Bro went through so many emotion changes

Dude fr said “😐😮🤨😳👀😍🥰🤭🫶”

For the past few months he would stay downstairs during parties

Even if he was deprived of sleep

Just to see you

He would pretend that he was playing pool with a buddy (we’ll call his buddy mark)

And yeah, he was playing pool

But.

You were throwing him off

He missed almost every shot

Because he was distracted by you

It was almost like he was under a love spell or sum like that

People around town definitely say that he wouldn’t know what love is even if it hit him in the head.

But trust me

It hit him in the head alright

And it hit him hard

He was lovestruck

You was thinkin that you had somethin on your face

Yeah

A cute face

Everything about you trapped him in a trance

The way your h/c hair would fall when you let it down

The way you dressed

Your smile

Your e/c eyes

Your lips-

He was getting to into it

He definitely denied it when Mark caught him staring

“Hey, you alright, Dally?”

He would just nod his head, making quick and short glances at you.

His friend definitely caught on

“The bartender? Y/n?”

Dallas looked at him like boy wtf

“Huh?!” He said, propping his pool stick up, the other end on the floor

“I noticed you were staring”

“No wonder you’ve been missing your shots, you’re the pool champion”

Dallas shrugged his shoulders, looking at you with admiration

“Go talk to ‘er”

Dallas looked at him with shock

“Hell no. Never in a million years. Not even after forever and a day.”

Mark looked at him and said “why not? You obviously got the hots for her. There ain’t nothing wrong with a hookup”

But that’s the thing

You wouldn’t be just a hookup

He felt something different

Something more.

“Nah. It’s not that.”

His friend realized where he was going with this

“Ahhhh you don’t wanna hookup. Whatchu waiting for then?”

Dallas looked away and set the 8 ball in the middle of the table along with the rest of them, starting a new game, not saying anything.

Mark watched as Dallas ignored his question. He walked up to him and grabbed him by his muscle shirt. (God dayum 😳 yk that boy got muscles 🤭)

“What the hell is with you, dally?! You have never been so insecure about walking up to a woman! The worst she can say is no…unless you’re being a perv about it- but that’s not the point. The point is..you are tuff dally! You got this. If you play your cards right, you might get a girlfriend. Isn’t that what you want? Exactly. So get your ass over there.”

He said as he pushed Dallas in the direction of the bar table

The closer he got to you, the drier his mouth was getting

His palms were getting clammy,

Poor baby is shook to death

But he knows he just needs to play it cool

Like his buddy said

He needs to play his cards right

He stopped in front of the bar stool, sitting in it, almost falling out. That would have been embarrassing.

“Had one too many, sir?” You said jokingly

He chuckled. Your voice was heaven to his ears

“Nah. I haven’t even had any yet.”

He was sweating bullets

“Ah i gatchu.” You were making this drink for a customer when a middle aged man walked up and started asking you for a drink. You could tell he was already drunk.

“Of course sir, let me finish up with this customer and I will be right on it.” You said with a smile, adding the ingredients

“No, you need to hurry.”

Once Dallas heard him get an attitude with you, he was on alert, but calming himself down, figuring you can handle it yourself.

“Sir, I’m going as fast as I can.”

If you can’t be fast than maybe you shouldn’t be a bartender.” He sneered

“Bad things happen to bartenders. You know that, right?”

You were starting to get upset

You slam the cup down, making Dallas jump slightly.

“Listen here, sir. Bad things happen to drunk middle aged men when they start to criticize a woman’s job.”

You said on the verge of tears

Tonight was not the night for you

This almost made Dallas reconsider his decision.

He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea

“Who am I kidding. Bartenders are sluts anyway. Do your job right and we won’t have any problems.”

That was all it took

“Hey. Don’t talk to her like that.”

“She’s trying her best. You think she doesn’t already have enough stress? You have no right to talk to her like that. Have some respect. It’s almost like your mother never taught you how to treat a lady.”

The man just laughed

“Awww. And who are you? Her boyfriend?”He chuckled more

Dallas blushed slightly but hid it before you could see.

“No. I’m not. I’m just sticking up for a girl that has no right to be yelled at for doing her job.”

Your heart melted at his kind words, thinking about how he stood up for a complete stranger, especially you.

But to him, you weren’t a stranger.

You wiped your frustration tears away.

You knew about Dallas Winston. Everyone has.

There were rumors about him coming from every direction in Tulsa.

Example.

He is disrespectful.

You’ve heard about some things he did

Like stealing, being mean to little kids

But your opinion about him changed just now.

His words were so sincere.

The man left, frustrated with Dallas’s protection.

“Thank you so much. If drinks weren’t already free for you, they are now.” You said, your head in your hands, leaning on the bar.

He hesitantly rubbed your back as you took a breather

“Nah. I get some drinks from Buck, he lets me stay here. And you don’t have to give me anything. He was being an asshole.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, still a little scared.

“Yeah. He was. Anyway- what can I get for you?” You said.

This was his chance. Hopefully he doesn’t blow it.

“Um..possibly your name?..”

He already knew your name. I mean, you were a bartender at the place he lived

He just wanted to hear your soft voice

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You said sweetly.

He smiled at you, trying to fight the butterflies he was getting just now.

“I’m Dallas.”

You chuckled

“I know, I’ve heard about you.” You said as you wiped the cups, making drinks for customers.

Shit.

His chances with you are probably fucked now.

“Yeah. Uh- i-I’m not that mean of a person, I promise-“

You gave him as sweet smile, which cut him off other than your voice.

“I know. From what you did for me tonight, you ain’t no jackass.” You said, handing him a beer.

“So..you live around here?”

You paused, as you thought he knew

“Oh-um yeah actually. Buck gave me the spare room, I live here with you and him.”

That made him feel stupid, but it made him happier

“Oh. That’s nice. I probably would’ve talked to you much sooner if I knew”

You looked at him sweetly, putting the cup down gently.

“You know, we could hang out if you wanna. Unless you got some crazy girlfriend that goes crazy on your lady friends.” You joked

“You got this Dallas!!” Ya’ll heard Mark say from the pool table.

You laughed and Dallas blushed and told him to shut the fuck up.

“Nope. No crazy girlfriend. Nope nope nope.” He said, way quicker than he should have.

You laughed and caressed his cheek jokingly, you joke with all your friends like that.

“Good to know.” You said as you went up the stairs

He stayed behind, caught in a trance from your touch.

He put his hand on his cheek and walked back to Mark, who saw the whole thing.

“Seeee what did I tell ya?”

“She’s not my gf tho so the only thing you did was push me. And embarrassed me. “ (silly mark 😒)

“But hey! At least you made a friend? You got to talk to her.”

Dallas leaned against the pool table

“Yeah I guess” he said, touching his cheek.

He couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

[hymn-of-muse]

You Belong

An Evangelyne + Adopted Child!Reader comfort fic! requested by anon! featuring Percedal, Rubilax and the kids.

(its been awhile since i've seen season three so i'm setting this just before the main events of that season)

It had been quite a while since Evangelyne and Percedal had found you and saved you from an incident, having taken you into their family since.

Since they took you in they've had two more kids and Eva was now expecting another, and while you loved them and were very grateful, you couldnt help but feel...odd about it.

thinking about it was kind of hard, you werent sure what to call it. you've only ever known them as your family, you were too young to remember any family you might have had before, but you felt so..out of place with this family.

you didnt look like them much, you didnt have any specific traits from your parents like your little siblings had and thinking about this further made you feel sad...

you'd try pushing it down and helping eva with the kids and play with dally but you'd have your moments of suddenly growing very quiet, especially during family moments, and Eva began to notice.

one afternoon while Percedal kept the younger two busy at Evangelyne's request, Eva took you aside to ask you what was bothering you.

"you seem a bit sad lately (name), is something the matter?" she asked gently, sitting carefully on one knee so she was down around your level. "i noticed you get quiet during dinner instead of talking with us like you used to." she pointed out, eyes looking into yours with care.

you felt the same weird sad feeling come back, this time mixed with a shyness that made you look away from her worried gaze. "um...im okay.." you mumbled, clearly not being very convincing.

"its okay if you dont want to talk about it, cher, i'm just here to listen to your troubles. you can tell me anything whenever youre ready, okay?" her soft voice and small smile made you feel a little less shy.

"wel...its just that...i dont look like you or papa, not like Elely and Flopin do, and.." pausing between your words, you glanced over to the rest of the family, Elely had rubilax and was swinging the shushu around despite his many complaints for Dally to get his tot's hands off him.

Eva tilted her head a bit back into your line of sight, showing she was still listening and silently urging you to continue, her green eyes still on yours.

"and um.." you started playing with the hem of your shirt as you spoke "im not from you like Elely and Flopin and the new baby, and i dont have anything cool-im clumsy with a blow but flopin learned from you real quick, i dont know how to hold a sword even when papa tries to show me, im not very good at...fitting in."

finishing your ramble you realized you'd been staring at the floor as your vision blurs and tears start hitting the floor. Eva gently takes your chin in her hand and carefully lifts your head back up to face her, wiping away a few of your tears.

"no, dear, youre very good at fitting in. I understand what you mean, you feel like you arent part of the family, right?" she wasnt smiling now, but she wasnt angry or upset, her voice was still soft...she looked sad.

Nodding, you couldnt help but feel a little guilty for making her sad. She did so much to take care of everyone and her being happy made you happy, you felt bad that your words took her smile away.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, cher." she said, brushing some more tears away before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, keeping her hand gently on the side of your face. "You are a part of this family though, we love you very much." she started to explain.

"You dont have to look like us or act like us to be family, you dont need to hold a bow like me or a sword like your father, just because Elely and Flopin have picked up our skills doesnt mean you have to too, especially not in order to fit in." Eva's smile was back, soft and small.

"Youre family because we love you, just the way you are, and besides, youre my best little helper, (name), what would i do without you, hm? you can find your own special skills, something cool suited for a cool cutie like you, we can figure that out anytime you'd like." She softly ruffled your hair.

you couldnt help but giggle a bit when she did that. Eva gave you a quick peck to the forehead before pulling you in for a hug, wrapping her arms around your small frame. "You belong, ma cher, i promise."

as soon as you two pulled away from the hug, before you could even say "thank you mama", Elely and Flopin were tugging you away.

"(name) come play already!!"

"Yeah! come play adventurers with us!"

"no we're playing monsters and heroes!"

"no! we're playing adventurers!"

amongst the kids arguing, dally scooped you up and sat you on his shoulders. "How about this, little warriors! we play a big adventure with lots of monsters to fight along the way and we all become heros!"

Evangelyne couldnt help but giggle at her husband's usual 'heroic' antics and how cute he was with the kids, her happy smile as bright as ever. you gave her your biggest smile right back, because she was happy and so were you.

this was your family, you belonged here.