#but it's like As Though winston just could Never have looked up things So Wrong for correct cishets like ''am i gay? quiz?'' lmao

[unproduciblesmackdown]

another specific scenario nice & simple like winston "isn't allowed to have a 'correct' cishet(tm) gender n sexuality anyways" "keeps immediately latching on to the nonbinariest people around him" billions goes yolo mode after going [just endlessly weather it at the sunk cost factory] firmly established itself as a shitshow and decides like i'm gonna hook up with a guy fr (has not already happened, in this specific scenario) and then does so, congrats to him. however, with all the precedent in the world, it's like here's your big anxiety about any autodidactic sex ed beforehand. here's your big anxiety about just general surveillance & malicious handling of it afterwards. no way anyone could have completely founded hangups about everything even further just indefinitely now. bonus points though he still goes to math meetup has real math friends over there who have Really provided the [yeah it's not actually a popularity contest here] arena & he's known them for years & let's say has at least One amicable person who talks with him out of it, maybe even two. congrats to him canonly for getting out of there, sure hurt him as much as they possibly could on his way out though, was legitimately the goal

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

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“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

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

Could you do something where the gangs (including Tim and curly) s/o has older brothers who are also greasers and just really intimidating in general?

A/N: This was such a fun concept? Dude, I had a lot of fun writing these, thanks for requesting them <3 and look at the little cuties, god they're the cutest things-

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s not used to having older siblings? He is the oldest, that’s just the way the world is-

Your brothers though? I have a feeling he’d be one of the boys who are the least afraid of your brothers

Like yeah, your brothers are well-known for being the tough hoods they are, there’s practically your own little family gang just between them

But Darry’s not going to be cowering beneath them, shaking in his boots afraid of them

He’s going to try and be a gentleman? He’ll shake your brothers’ hands, make conversation with them when he picks you up before dates

It’s just Darry being Darry, his mama taught him his manners and he’s going to use them <3 he’s a good person

SODAPOP CURTIS

I just have this gut feeling that without a doubt, Sodapop’s going to be at the very least, slightly afraid of your brothers

At least in the beginning, y’know? Meeting your brothers was probably one of the scariest moments in his entire life

They’re just sort of intimidating, I’m sure they’re the type to try and strike fear into all of the suitors who come for their kid sibling

After he proves himself though, either by protecting you from something or standing up for you somewhere, your brothers are pretty alright with him

Now he’s just got a few more older siblings who like to nag him for things!

I feel like he’d get along with them too, now they’re asking for you to start bringing him around more     

PONYBOY CURTIS

Unlike his older brothers, Ponyboy is, in fact, used to having scary older brothers! So yours probably won’t bother him at all

He’s very used to the whole tradition of giving your younger sibling’s date the third degree whenever you meet them for the first time

But honestly? There really isn’t a reason for your brothers not to like Ponyboy, he’s doesn’t really do a lot of bad stuff

Unless your brothers have beef with the Curtis gang for some reason, Ponyboy’s a pretty safe choice to bring home to them!

He’s respectful with them too, he does his best to make conversation when the occasions call for it and he’s polite when he stops by your house

They like to say hi to him when he walks you home from school, waving from the house or the front yard when you guys show up

DALLAS WINSTON

Do we really think Dallas is going to be off-put by you having big, scary, older brothers? Cause I don’t-

Your brothers don’t scare him in the slightest, and if they do, he’s never going to admit it Dal likes to brag that he’s seen worse up in New York and that your brothers are nothing in comparison to some of the hoods he’s dealt with

He’s going to be rude, he’s going to push your brothers’ buttons a little and pull you closer and kiss you deeper than is polite 

Honestly? I bet your brothers don’t really like him, they think you can do a lot better than Dallas Winston and will probably tell you that on the regular

However, if Dally takes down some Socs for you or something, plays a protective role that your brothers usually occupy, maybe they’ll start to like him a little more

That it doesn’t mean they’re going to be any more lenient when it comes to the rules about him hanging around though-

JOHNNY CADE

Probably your safest choice of a boyfriend when your brothers are as big and bad as they are, they’re very overprotective of you probably

Johnny has never done anything wrong in his life, is super duper polite and won’t push any of the lines your brothers draw

They don’t want him spending the night at your house? Johnny’s alright with that, he’ll give you a soft kiss on the porch before he heads off for the night

He’s respectful guys, he’s not going to push the rules and he’s going to be considerate of your brothers

If you ask him, he’ll probably tell you that he’s not afraid of them, only slightly scared but I can see Johnny kind of looking up to them like he looks up to Dallas

Don’t tell Dally that though, Johnny doesn’t think he needs to know-

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Hoohoo, oh boy, Two-Bit is going to run your brothers ragged-

Two-Bit likes to be annoying and your brothers are overprotective and it’s just so easy to get them all riled up

He’ll try and push the line sometimes, argue with them about silly things and just be a menace whenever he’s around them

Two’s not afraid of them like at all, he probably should be at least a little afraid but there isn’t one ounce of fear in his body when it comes to them

It’s another one of those, he’s gotta prove himself to your brothers? They think you can do better than Two-Bit, blah blah blah

But just one time where’s comforting you when you really need it or just being there for you when you need him, your brothers are a little more accepting of the hood

STEVE RANDLE

My version of Steve is an only child, so that’s going to affect this a little cause my Steve isn’t used to having siblings in general-

Is Steve afraid of your brothers? The answer is yes, very much so, thoroughly afraid of them

But he won’t act like he’s afraid, he just tries to toughen up by pushing his shoulders back and his chin up whenever he’s got to talk with them

Their approval is sort of important to him? He wants your brothers to like him, that’s really all he wants, he seeks the validation

Steve’s going to be polite then, making sure to have you home on time so you won’t break curfew

Your brothers probably think he’s a good enough kid, they’ll nag him every now and again, tease him just enough to keep him on his toes, it’s a brotherly kind of love guys 

TIM SHEPARD

Tim’s not afraid of your brothers, like at all-

He’s a gang leader guys, he deals with “big and scary” guys all the time so your brothers aren’t going to be any different

Tim’s got an attitude, that’s for sure, and it’s not going to change when it comes to your brothers, he’s still going to be a jerk and pester them and push all their buttons

He’s not rude? Like he follows the rules they’ve set for you, but he’s a little passive-aggressive, whispering comments that you’ll smack him for and just being a menace

Tim doesn’t take too kindly to teasing, he’s not going to let them push him around and your brothers will probably figure that out really fast  

Again, your brothers probably don’t like him, whether they don’t like Tim himself or they don’t like the Shepard gang? No one will ever know

CURLY SHEPARD

Your Brothers Either Don’t Like Him Or Just Don’t Like The Shepard Gang Pt.2

Curly’s not the greatest kid, he gets into trouble and does things he shouldn’t, but he’s used to having a scary older brother

Tim’s pretty good about keeping him in line, so he’s not too surprised when your brothers make rules about him coming around

Is Curly going to follow all of them? Probably not, he treats them more like guidelines than actual rules, curfew is more of a recommendation in his mind than a hard rule to follow

He takes care of you though, that’s something your brothers have to admit about Curly, he takes good care of you

From making sure he’s between you and whatever danger you might find yourself against to simply sharing his food with you if you’re hungry <3

[sixxteenbullets]

for the johnny cade smut, it can be just an "i was worried about you" and kind of caring smut, the sex being rough but with praise? sorry if this doesn't make sense!

I WAS WORRIED

PAIRING- JOHNNY CADE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF MURDER, P IN V, LOVING SMUT, WRITTEN BADLY

Smut starts at paragraph 14

Hearing that your boyfriend had gotten into trouble wasn't nice to hear. Especially when it involved a murder in self defence of a well known Soc boy. When Y/n heard about it, she felt many different things. The first was shock, then anger at how someone could try and hurt her baby, and then sadness because he had to go into hiding to avoid the mess.

That's what brought her to her current situation, demanding that Dallas Winston take her to him. "No, with that big mouth of yours, everybody would know."

That was absolute bullshit, they both knew it. Sure, she likes to gossip, but never at the stakes of her friends, definitely not at the stake of her lover. "Yes! Now get in this car and take me to see Johnny!"

He stood still for a moment, eyes narrowed, jaw clenching and unclenching. She grew nervous, but only for a moment before he scoffed and got into the driver's seat. As much as he didn't want to take the chance of his best friend getting caught, he knew Y/n was a good girl. She'd never rat. Plus, it would keep Johnny's mouth shut about her for a minute.

They didn't speak throughout the whole ride. There was nothing to say. Y/n wasn't shy about showing her anxiety through the tapping of a foot or the silent mumble from her lips as she thought about all of the things that could go wrong. While Dallas tried to hide what he was feeling, he didn't do it well. He touched his face too much, looked away from the road too much. He was stressed and it was clear to her, but they said nothing to comfort each other.

As soon as the thunderbird was parked in front of an old church, Y/n was off. Dallas only shook his head as he watched her run straight into the building and give the two of them a near heart attack. Ponyboy, once he realised who she was, just gave a soft smile and breathed in relief. Johnny on the other hand, wasted no time jumping up to pull her into him. There were no words to describe how refreshing it was for the boys to see a new face.

The two held each other for a while, ignoring Dallas and Ponyboy's teases and laughs. She was the one who broke the hug, much to his dismay, and headed over to the other criminal to give him a hug. He gladly accepted it and even showed disappointment when she ended it. She understood though, going so long without any sort of comforting affection like that must have been brutal.

After the tension of the arrival proved short-lived, the four all began conversing in whatever they could think of. This went on until Dallas abruptly stood up and had Ponyboy take him outside to their food supply as he was getting hungry.

When the two boys were gone, Johnny and Y/n sat in a comforting silence, eyes moving between contact and lips. There was an unspoken thought lingering between them, something that neither of them had built up the courage to say. It wasn't until she acted on an impulse and smashed her lips into his did he realise that she was very real and very much there. This was happening.

The kiss was filled with so much hunger and passion that he felt light headed. The love which was ignited between them was so foreign to him. She gave him everything she had and more. Johnny Cade was only eighteen years old, as was she, and his life was at risk. He could be thrown into prison, killed for revenge, or be driven mad by the constant danger he was in. That was too real. More than their love or their kiss. More than the hand that slid down his torso, and more than his actions of pulling away from her. "Not here,"

Y/n's only thoughts as she was being taken to a loft in the back of the abandoned church was how she was going to show her boyfriend how much she cared for him.

Johnny was laying on his back in no time, his girl slowly pressing kisses all over his face. Every one of them brought him happiness. At one point she stopped, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before she met his eyes again. Her legs moved to straddle his hips and her hands held his face. "I was so worried about you," she breathed. "So worried."

"Let me make it up to you." These words surprised both of them. She didn't think he would be so forward, and he thought the exact same thing.

In one swift, careful motion, he was on top. His hand was behind her head and his lips were on her neck. She closed her eyes and took in his warmth. Her lips parted in silent ecstasy as his hand roamed down her side, pulling her shirt up to be even with her waist. That was his next portrait. Kisses were trailed down her middle, stopping just above her pants before he pulled away.

A pathetic complaint left her mouth incoherently, but it was short lived as she saw his hands trail to his hips. She followed in suit by removing her shirt and her own pants. The look in his eyes was unreadable before it changed to hunger. Something that she's never seen before. And, fuck, was it hot.

Their lips met again and his hips grinded down into hers, creating a shameless moan from both of them. But he didn't stop there, every bit of contact made only encouraged the dirty passion.

It was his turn to pull away from her then, meet her eyes and speak so softly that she could hardly hear him. "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"I want you." That was all he needed to hear before he tore away her underwear and lined up with her entrance. The anticipation got to her and made her close her eyes, preparing for what was about to come.

Seeing this, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you."

Every inch of him that was thrust into her was savored by each of them. Every inch of skin that they could think of was flooded with warmth. Her leg swung up over his hip, his hand gripping her thigh, moving up slowly to wrap around her waist and keep her impossibly close to him.

A tear of pure euphoria slipped down one of their faces, they didn't know which of them was crying but the salty taste that joined their lips confirmed that it was happening. Whatever discomfort there was for either lover couldn't even be remotely matched by the amount of love and pleasure they were engulfed in.

It was nearly impossible to keep quiet. Dallas and Ponyboy were not far from them, just outside the church. They could hear so easily. The risk, however, was not very present in their minds. Many other thoughts were taking over. For example, how fucking good they both felt.

His hips grinded into hers at a quick pace, pelvis hitting her clit with every motion. Her back arched and her torso met his. The arm that wasn't wrapped around her was used to slide down her arm as their fingers intertwined. Light, feathery kisses were pressed against her breasts.

She spoke in slow, breathy words. "You're so. . . Good."

For a brief moment, Y/n opened her eyes to look at Johnny. His face was twisted into an expression that could only be described as heavenly. A small, emotional smile graced her lips as she let her eyes close once more.

"You're beautiful." He was so quiet. His face hurried into her neck, mouth opened as he neared his high. The hot breath on her neck was something she never thought she'd enjoy so much. There was a tightness that grew in her core, then, building up so much that she struggled to keep from crying out.

As if nature was on their side that day, they reached their climax together. A fire ignited between them and spread through their most connected points all the way to the tips of their fingers, still laced together tight. The intimacy was crushing them in the most pleasurable way.

Her empty hand went to tangle in his hair, gripping tight. The arm that he had wrapped around her middle moved downward so that his hand could squeeze the fat of her ass.

He had pulled out and released on the ground between her thighs. There wasn't much time to allow his body to calm down before his attention was back on the girl in front of him. Her eyes were still closed as she attempted to calm down from her own high. He crawled back up beside her and laid down. She was quickly pulled into an embrace, neither party caring about how sweaty the other was.

"You're coming back again next week." It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement.

She breathed a laugh and nodded against his chest. "Yeah, I am."

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UGHHHH. RAHH. I'm sorry but I suck at smut lol. I'm not much of a johnny girl, nor a smut girl, so I'm sorry this isn't as good as it could have been.

@thesunmeltedthegrayaway on the other hand, has some really good works on johnny!

[allexina]

↱ Content warnings: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns, in Darry and Johnny’s part reader has animals at home that she misses, reader has decent families in all of the oneshots, Steve’s dad is abusive and it mentions him getting drunk/blacked out, in Dallas’s part it’s mentioned that the reader has drank alcohol and done drugs, and ooc Dallas. ↰

↱ The Outsiders When You’re Homesick (fem! Reader) ↰

↱ Summary: You’ve been away from home for far too long and suffer the unfortunate consequences that come with that. ↰

↱ Characters that are present in this are Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston, and Two-bit Matthews. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I do want to bring awareness to the fact that it’s normal for everyone of every age to feel homesick once they leave home even if it isn’t for a long time. Anyway, have a nice day/night!!💛💛↰

Darry Curtis:

You were sitting on the bed, debating on how you would tell Darry that you wanted to go back to your home. You remembered D/n and C/n. They were in your own home and were most likely missing you as well. You went over to feed them often and walk D/n while cleaning C/n’s litter box for her.

You thought about it and settled on asking your beloved to just come home with you to enjoy time in your own space with your own animals. You loved all the boys but you couldn’t really feel completely content knowing your animals were alone and without someone there with them.

You moved on the bed as you nervously played with your hands. You didn’t want to upset anyone and you hated confrontation just as much as you did the feeling of being homesick.

The door to your lover’s room opened and you looked up at Darry as he walked through the door. “Hey, baby.” You tried to make it seem as if you were fine and everything was fine. You would mention it while laying down with him so the two of you could sleep on it and he could give you a confirmed answer in the morning.

You didn’t want anyone to be mad/upset for something that you were naturally feeling. It was normal.

“Hey, R/n. What’s wrong?” Darry questioned as he sat down on the bed beside you.

“Oh, um… I wanted to talk about something with you.” Your hands were sweating and shaking all because you were talking about your feelings. It wasn’t like Darry had ever shamed you for your feelings or your made you feel less than.

You were just nervous. You looked at Darry with a small frown playing at your lips. “I want to go home,” you said with a frown appearing on your face. You prayed that you didn’t disappoint him by saying that but you also knew that Darry wouldn’t allow you to feel guilty for asking for things. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

Darry looked down at your hands and grabbed them before you could rub them until they started to sting unnaturally. “That’s fine. Why are you gettin’ so nervous over it?” Darry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

You pressed a kiss to his lips gently. It was so soft and gentle that he didn’t think you had truly done it for a good minute. “Thank you. I was so scared.” You whispered out as you let out a laugh. “Can we go tomorrow? I know you can’t stay for long because of the boys but I’d love it if you could spend a couple of days with me!” You let Darry hold your hands with a relieved smile on your face.

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and leaned against him. “I love you so much,” you said with a smile on your face.

“I love you too.” Darry murmured under his breath as something shattered from the living room. You both stood up and began running towards the bedroom door.

“Shit.”

Sodapop Curtis:

You were laughing along with him at the joke Steve had told. Steve had to leave though and soon, quietness overtook the room. Ponyboy and Johnny were out doing whatever those two did without anyone around. You never cared enough to always question them. The only time you did was when something bad happened and they were out of the house during the time it took place.

You looked at the couch with a sigh leaving you as you noticed the emotional build up that was happening. Your stomach flipped in an almost unnatural way as you began nervously playing with your hair. Soda took notice of your change in mood almost immediately as he wrapped an arm around you.

“What happened?” Soda asked quietly as he frowned.

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh as you leaned closer into him, “I think what happened was it got quiet and I realized how long I’ve been away from home.” You pressed a kiss to Soda’s cheek.

Your coffee was sitting beside you and you grabbed it and took a sip. You had made it with the intention of staying up later into the night to study for an exam coming up.

Soda just nuzzled into you. “Wanna go back to your place? We can spend the night there.” He stood up and pulled you up with him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think my parents are home but you know they don’t like us being alone.” You crossed your arms over your chest but Soda simply shrugged.

“I’ll sneak in, baby.” He laughed as he snuck a kiss onto your lips. You only pulled away for a moment to breathe but when your breath came back, you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you. I thought you would be mad or upset that I wanted to go home.” Your voice was soft and gentle as you wrapped your arms around Soda’s neck. You let your body relax into his as you whispered your softest “thanks” to him.

Soda only rubbed your back gently as he nuzzled into your neck. You could only laugh, feeling slightly better about missing your home.

Ponyboy Curtis:

You laid against Ponyboy with him smoking. You knew he had slowed down a lot and you were grateful for that but it still made you curious. How much had he been smoking before you showed up?

You leaned forward to conserve warmth between the two of y’all as you stared at the wall. You wanted to go home, mostly because you had stayed for an entire week with Ponyboy. You didn’t want to tell him that though as you were scared that he would be upset with you.

You let yourself feel comforted by your lover though. His presence made you feel much better than before. You looked up at Pony and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You weren’t necessarily feeling homesickness. If anything, you wanted to stay with him at your house.

You curled in closer as he sighed. “Johnny’s parents kicked him out again. Man, I wish I could help.” Pony let out a sigh as he put his cigarette out and kissed the top of your head.

“I wish I could too. Do you think if I got him a job, he would be able to live on his own without them?” You asked as you thought about referring Johnny to your dad. He could get your friend a job especially with knowing his situation.

You sighed as Pony ran a hand through your hair. “Is something on your mind? You’ve been staring at the wall with a frown.” Pony gently rubbed your arm as you leaned against him with tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Not really. I just want to go home but I don’t wanna disappoint you.” You whispered out as you pressed your cheek against his chest which felt warmed due to his jacket.

“Why would that disappoint me, darlin’?” Pony watched as your body physically relaxed at his words. You simply smiled and pressed yourself tighter to him. You were grateful that he hadn’t gotten mad.

“I don’t know but I thought you would be like upset that I wanted to go home. If anything, you could always come with me. I know you like our tv.” You laughed as you sniffled slightly from the tearful moment you had a second prior to your words.

Pony only laughed in acknowledgment at your words.

Johnny Cade:

You would never complain to your boyfriend as he tried his best for you. He made sure you ate, drank water that day, and even allowed you to smoke some of his weed. Still, you wanted to go home as you missed your cat.

He was the sweetest cat you’d ever owned and you enjoyed spending time with him. Lately though, you had been spending much more time with Johnny without realizing and it was your own fault. Usually, you watched the time like a hawk, making sure that it wouldn’t get too late for you to walk home by yourself.

It was far too late at night for you to walk home and you didn’t want to endanger Johnny because of your selfish desires. So, without much thought, you pushed that feeling of homesickness down and tried to stop yourself from crying. The feeling of your throat tingling from wanting to cry along with the burn within your nose made you lock yourself in the bathroom with the excuse of feeling sick.

Johnny had wanted to come in to check on you but you had used the excuse that you didn’t want him to see you as a mess. Johnny respected your wishes of not wanting to be seen and you thanked him for it.

You finally thought that you looked respectable enough and opened the bathroom door, going out to greet your lover.

“Hey, baby.” You tried to kiss his lips before anything else and Johnny automatically pulled away from you.

“Whoa, I don’t wanna get sick.” He still threw an arm over your shoulder though. You pouted at him and pressed a kiss to his slender fingers that were hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m not going to get you sick, Johnny.” You grabbed him and led him to the couch where you began explaining your situation. “I’m… homesick. I miss my cat and I didn’t realize how late it had gotten and how many days I’ve been away from him.” You whispered out softly as you genuinely thought about it.

“I think I get it. I’ve never been homesick before though. Maybe that’s just me but we can go back to your home and stay the night there.” Johnny murmured a solution into your ear as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Why did you lie to me about being sick?” Johnny suddenly asked as he tilted his head.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger by forcing you to walk me home.” You looked down at the floor of the house and Johnny nodded his head to acknowledge your words.

You pressed your lips against Johnny’s cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him down onto the couch with a sigh. “Why don’t we stay here for tonight and then go tomorrow? I would like for us to go out to eat soon anyways so we could do it tomorrow.” You rambled on as you stared at Johnny.

You would be fine with him.

Steve Randle:

You heard the shower running, feeling a pinch of that upsetting feeling building within your stomach. You didn’t want to bother Steve with your emotions as he couldn’t really handle his own so you kept those feelings to yourself.

You listened closely to the shower, knowing that when it turns off you need to dry your eyes and make sure you don’t look as if you were crying. You had no reason to be homesick. You were just in a new place with a man who couldn’t seem to stop yelling at Steve for even a moment.

It was upsetting and you were pretty sure that you were more so upset at the fact that Steve’s dad was being such a jerk. It made you miss your home.

You hadn’t even been at Steve’s house for long. Less than seven hours but you were going to ask him when he got out of the shower if you could go home with him. You wanted to grab him and put him into your pocket to make sure that you could protect him for the rest of his life.

You heard the shower turn off and wiped your eyes. You made yourself feel slightly better by telling yourself that he would willingly go home with you.

Steve wasn’t mean to you. He was usually very caring and sweet towards you.

You looked up as the bathroom door opened. Steve’s towel was wrapped around his waist as he shook his head. “Shit, it’s cold in here.” He was quick to find his room and you sat patiently on the couch for him.

You didn’t want him to feel rushed or anything so you leaned back on the couch. You listened for his dad, not hearing his drunk ass in his bedroom. That man had gotten damn near black out and it had caused him to get more aggressive.

Five minutes passed as if it was nothing and soon enough, your boyfriend was walking out of his room. “Hey, you look like you’re cryin’. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the couch.

“I don’t like it here,” you whispered out as looked over your shoulder to make sure his dad wasn’t there, “and I don’t like you being here. We’re going to save up and we’re going to get something together. I don’t know what but I hate you living here.” You finally took a deep breath, letting your breaths mellow out and become slower.

“Yeah, he can get violent when he drinks. That’s why I didn’t want you coming over here.” He was right. You were the one who wanted to see where he came from. Unfortunately, you didn’t want to stay any longer.

“I’m sorry. Come on. We’re going to my house and explaining the situation to my parents. They’ll let you stay with us.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek before standing up and pulling on him to follow you.

Dallas Winston:

You were tired of hearing the sound of the parties going on downstairs. If anything, you were close to just walking out yourself but you cared far too much for the man who seemed to genuinely enjoy the loud parties a little too much.

Still, you didn’t care a lot about the parties. They made you feel horrible. Alcohol and drugs made you feel messed up. You remember when you used to drink and you would wake up, feeling horrible. Even when you put a hand in with the drugs, they made that feeling worse so you knew from personal experience that the parties weren’t a good idea especially for Dallas.

It didn’t help that he was constantly partying which was where your feeling of homesickness began. You had left your home for multiple days on end, and you were starting to miss your bed. You were starting to miss your room which was why you were planning on telling Dally that you wanted to go home.

Still, you were scared that he was going to get defensive and try to start a fight with you over nothing.

The door to the room opened and Dally stumbled in. You let out a sigh and stood up, helping him to the bed. “Hey Dally? I wanna go home.” You nervously mumbled out.

Immediately, Dallas got off of the bed and looked at you. “If you wanna go home, I’m going to walk you home.” Dallas stared at you seriously, as if it was okay for him to walk back to Buck’s by himself at night.

“Dally, you’re drunk. You’re stumbling. Please lay down.” You huffed as you tried to get him back down on the bed. He refused and only when you begged him to sit down did he.

“I want to walk you home. Why do you want to go home?” He asked softly as he looked up at you.

“I just got a little homesick. Don’t worry about it, Dally.” Your words were soft as you tried to pull away from him but his grip stayed tight.

“I’m going with you.” Dallas stood up and held himself up. You let out a sigh before finally agreeing.

“Fine but you’re staying at my place tonight.” You huffed out and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the door.

Two-Bit Matthews:

You washed the dishes, feeling slightly upset at the fact that you hadn’t seen your family since you had stayed with Two-Bit. Finally, you turned the sink off and placed the last dish into the drainer. You knew his mom appreciated your help and you were glad to help her seeing as you planned on being with her son for a long while.

You stepped out of the kitchen and began looking around the house, knowing Two-Bit was most likely in front of the tv, drinking and watching Mickey Mouse.

You weren’t upset at that at all. You actually enjoyed his interests and seeing what he enjoyed but damn, did it irritate you that you hadn’t even talked to your family. That was mostly your fault but it still didn’t make you feel any less homesick about it.

You sat down on the floor beside him as he finished off his beer. Your nose wrinkled as you remembered how it tasted. It was watered down with a little bit of an aftertaste. You couldn’t describe it but it was somewhat okay. Still, you wouldn’t drink it if you had a choice in the matter.

“I wanna go home.” You didn’t make eye contact as you let your eyes drift to the tv with Mickey Mouse playing on it.

“I’m not holdin’ you hostage, baby.” Two-Bit responded and you immediately fed into his attitude.

“How do you know such big words? I thought your reading comprehension was still a little bad.” Your voice cracked from you trying not to laugh as Two-Bit looked at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, you’re bein’ a brat, huh?” He dug his fingers into your side gently and you laughed, pushing him away.

“Seriously, I do feel homesick though.” You frowned as you leaned against him once you let yourself settle down.

“I’ll take you home, baby. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about it.” He stood up and you followed him, letting him lead you to the kitchen.

You watched as he grabbed a beer and tried to hand a cold one to you. You shook your head quickly but made sure to thank him for the offer.

Finally, after he finished up with opening his beer, he began walking towards his front door where he would walk you home and hopefully stay the night.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hello!! Could you do something where m!greaser turned out to be in 2 movies (first he was 10, the second when he was 16) had a total of 4 lines and 7 minutes of screen time with both. How would the gang react + Cherry when she recognized him?

Yes I would love to do that thanks so much for requesting this it’s such a fuego idea!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I love your account btw

Ponyboy Curtis

-shocked

-asks the most questions

-a lot of which you don’t know the answer because your only answer is actor and he asks a lot about the production, shooting, lighting etc.

-“do you know what model cameras they used for this shoot? And how they got that, uh, grainy effect?”

-lore master

-“but how do you think this plot played into that romance? Because to me, it doesn’t make a lotta sense…”

-out of everyone he’s the most excited

-he loves movies and now he gets to have an inside connection to film

-it’s the greatest thing ever

-he watches your part over and over fr

-would decode the whole movie (even if it’s not that deep 💀) gets into ALL the lore

-figures out that your seemingly small part is actually a lot more important to the plot than most think and explains it to you

-and you’re like 👍 😅

Johnny Cade

-mind boggled

-after he gets over it and smiles at you

-“Gee I didn’t know you were in a movie. Y/n, it’s so cool that you were in a movie!”

-he’s a total fanboy

-he’s really proud but keeps it more quiet

-will absolutely show the movie to other just so Che can slip in

-“actually… my friend was in that.”

-he’s so cute about it fr

Sodapop Curtis

-thought the movie was boring until your part

-Fr he was about to fall asleep then heard the sound of your voice and blinked his eyes open

-he recognizes it instantly and sits up and looks at the tv to confirm

-“wait… YOU WERE IN A MOVIE”

-his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

-doesn’t like movies but this becomes his new favorite one

-is so impressed and thinks it’s super cool

-he was the widest stupidest grin on his face and (like cherry) keeps it on the entire time you talk in the movie

Darry Curtis

-I think he has the most chill reaction

-DONT get me wrong he’s super impressed but I don’t think he would like outwardly show that as much as the rest of the gang

-raises his eyebrow in surprise and turns to face you

-“you were in that?… huh, that’s pretty neat.”

-smirks and gives you a pat on the back

-“I didn’t know you did stuff like that…”

-whenever he feels upset/stressed I feel like he’d watch little 10 yr old you in the movie and it would cheer him up and clam him a bit

Dallas Winston

-Once he finds out it’s a nonstop bragging session

-to the point where you’re like ok I don’t think I should’ve told you 💀😭💅

-he teases you so hard tho

-“Careful now you’re talkin to a big time actor here”

-“Dally I had four freaking lines”

-he will tell anyone who will listen (and anyone who won’t)

-but he only ever brags about you behind your back

-he’s got a reputation to keep up

-He can’t be seen complementing you to your face or the gang will never let him hear the end of it (even though everyone knows how impressed n proud he is)

-he’s actually obsessed and whenever you leave he’d watch your part again and just smirk like “that’s my y/n”

Two Bit Matthews

-didn’t even know you could do that

-shocked in the best way like “yeah that’s y/n right there! On the TV!”

-thinks you know like every celeb now 💀

-“So did you meet Elvis Presley?! What about Audrey Hepburn??!”

-“No, two, I do not know every famous person in the world because I spent 7 minutes in a few movies 💀😭💅”

-super supportive and impressed

-he wants you to keep acting so that you can get all famous and introduce him to Hollywood people 💀

Steve Randle

-when he sees your movies for the first time he raises his eyebrows like damn

-he glances at you, nodding his head

-“I didn’t know you were such a bigshot”

-you chuckle and roll your eyes

-he thinks that you’re 10 year old self is adorable

Cherry Valance

-she’s so happy for you and sweet about it

-“You’re so talented! Even in that one where you were still pretty young”

-endless compliments

-“Why, I didn’t know I was friends with an actor??!”

-gives you the biggest grin and keeps it the whole 7 minutes you’re on screen

-she’s so impressed n proud fr

-she thinks it’s like the coolest thing, especially because she grew up around a lot of relatively boring Socs

-so this is a big deal

[gonegirlaccount]

hey bsf. you totally don't have to do this but it could kinda be like a part two to the last dally fic. after they all find out darry decides to give their relationship a week trial run and if he doesn't like it or something bad happens they have to break up. i saw this idea somewhere forever ago but i can't find the author😭 thsnks babe!

(A/N: my slow ass had to re-read this twice 😭 but I got you stink!!!🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽)

“Uh-Oh!” Curtis!Fem!reader X Dallas Winston. Part 2

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After the long conversation you had with your brothers about you dating Dally, Darry came up with something.

It made you upset to hear when Darry said “I don’t like this relationship but I’ll give it a chance. For a week. If I don’t like it or see something bad that I don’t like ya doing (Y/N), then you and Dally will have to break up.” You felt tears prick at your eyes. “That ain’t fair! You all be hanging out with greasers and stuff but when I date one, it’s a total headache for you all! That ain’t fair!” You argued with your oldest brother.

“(Y/N), if ya don’t start listenin’, I’ll start restricting you from seeing him from now on till you die.” Darry stated firmly. You gave an annoyed sigh and looked away, upset . “Fine.” You grumbled.

But you started thinking about it. It’s simple! Just bring Dallas over to the house and act all good and stuff, Darry will have no choice but to let you date him!

Easy, right?

Wrong.

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Almost everytime you and Dally went out for one of y’alls midnight adventures, somebody from the gang was always tailing the both of ya! But the most annoying out of them all was Two-Bit.

He wasn’t even discreet or sneaky about it! He just came up and wrapped his arms around both of you whenever it was his time to spy on y’all. (More like third wheel.)

On the fourth day, Dallas did something bad. He shoplifted. A beautiful necklace just for you. You loved it and thought it was the most stunning jewelry ever but you knew Darry would instantly make you break up if he saw it.

So you hid it. In your bra drawer. And it was successful! Darry never found out about it. So Dally kept shoplifting and bring your more beautiful jewelry. And you’d give him the sweetest kiss ever as a thank you to him.

Fortunately, the gang never saw him do this but if they did, they kept quiet about it.

But then on the fifth, almost close to the end of the week, Pony told on you again. You got upset and you kept asking why he would do this to his sweet older sister.

He told you it was because he wanted you to be safe and not get into trouble because you’re his sister and you’re the best thing ever(even though you were mad at him, his reason was cute enough to cool down your anger). He told Soda, who told Darry, who told you to come to the living room, with Dallas.

“Shoplifting jewelry? Then puttin’ it on her? She could go to jail for Christ’s sake Dally! And she’s a good girl.” Darry scolds Dallas.

“Darry, please, he was just tryna show me he’s a good boyfriend! Darry, please, pretty please, let me stay with him! I…I love him!” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in a beggar way.

Darry looked at you then looked away. He knew what you were doing. You we’re using the puppy dog eyes on him. He hated the fact you could get whatever your heart desired. And it desired Dallas.

He sighed, upset as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N…” He began. “Yes!” You perked up, looking up at him. “If I let you continue to date Dallas, do you promise me you won’t get in trouble with the police, you won’t get pregnant, you won’t do anything dangerous that could possibly kill you or somebody else?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Oh, thank you Darry!” You smiled and hugged him tightly. He sighed and smiled, hugging you back and patting your head.

Dallas just grinned at the scene and started to leave before you turned to him. “Wait Dally! I’ll be with ya in a second.” You said, letting go of your brother and putting back your sneakers on.

“Don’t teach her how to do anything illegal Dally!” He yelled out after the both of you.

“Too late Darry!” Dallas laughed and so did you.

That’s when you saw Darry come out of the house with his shoes on. He was coming after the both of you. Well more specifically, Dally.

“Uh-oh!” You and Dallas laughed before running off and away to somewhere.

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I tried my best with this yall🫶🏽

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

I’m not sure if you take requests but if you doooooo

Could you write a smutty fic w/ John Wick where the reader is Winston’s daughter and she visits him while he’s at the continental (just to check up if he needs anything and whatnot) and one thing leads to another…you know where I’m going with this 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

Muuuchhh loveeee 💕💕💕💕

Of course! Feel free to request anything else xx

Late Night Visitor - John Wick x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just smut. No story line really, but if you're interested in a mini-series for this I might write it! The reader is alone in the continental with John, and they fuck. (explained more in the request lmao)

Warnings: Smut (p in v), dominance, age gap (legal), swearing, mention of breeding kink

Word Count: 2.5k

Enjoy!

“Ah, Y/N. There you are, dear,” you hear your father say as you enter the lounge. “You remember Mr. Wick?” you hadn’t seen him in years. Your father, the New York Continental hotel manager, had tried to keep you away from his business. You met Mr. Wick a couple of times when you were younger. Your visits to the hotel were sparse because you were so young, but now that you’ve turned eight-teen, your father allowed you in the hotel more often. 

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” he says. You swallow thickly. He was much taller than you and looked at you with piercing eyes. “Nice to see you, Mr. Wick…” You become quiet. You always stayed quiet around your father's clients, but you got especially quiet around Mr. Wick because he was undeniably attractive. 

You hear him laugh. “John is fine,” he tells you. You nod. You feel like you should bow. “Okay… John.”

He looks over at your father. “Well, I’ll be in my room if you need anything from me,” he says. “Winston, Y/N.” He nods with each name, and you feel the heat growing as you hear yours. 

Your eyes are still fixated on the ghosting silhouette of John when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, dear,” your father begins. “I’ve got to go out for a small event. I’ll be back soon. Ask Charon if you need anything,” he explains. “Now, give your Papa a hug,” he tells you, and you give him a reserved hug before being escorted out of the lounge room and to your room.

John Wick was staying in the hotel tonight, and your father was gone. You lay in your bed picturing yourself knocking on his door. You laugh. Like you’d have the balls. You decide to wander the hotel corridors for a bit, hoping that you would cross paths with John. 

You saw John a couple of times every year. With every passing year and your body becoming more developed into a young woman, you noticed that Mr. Wick's eyes lingered for much too long. You liked it, though. It felt wrong to have a man triple your age looking at you like that, God knows your father would be furious, but you couldn't shake that feeling of yearning for his hands to grab you and never let go. The hands which have killed many.

You reach the tenth floor. John always preferred the view of the tenth story. You walk through the hall, reaching the end room. Mr. Wick always reserved that room for himself, if not directly to Charon, then it was reserved out of courtesy for his long-time commitment and loyalty to your father. 

With each step closer to the door, your heart rate raises a digit. Your hand ghosts the wood before you hit a few raps at the door. You don’t know what compelled you to knock; you don’t know what compelled you to even leave your room. You hear shuffling through the barrier. The door quickly opens and youre met with John. He was only in a white undershirt and his dress pants. They look wrinkled and poorly buttoned.

“Oh. Y/N.” he says. “I didn’t expect to see you. Everything alright, I assume?”

You gulp; thicker than before. “Yes, John. Everything fine,” you say, and his jaw tenses at your words. “Just wanted to check on you, that's all. Considering youre a good friend of my father,” you explain. 

There’s a small period of silence before you hear John begin to speak. “Would you like to come in?” he asks. You nod, and he moves out of the doorway for you to enter. He shuts the door behind you and locks it. You hear the lock but don't mention it to John. You prefer it to be locked.

You notice a small concave in the mattress as it slowly disappears with the absence of weight on the memory foam. John must’ve been laying down when you came in. 

You make your way to the small lounge area of the hotel room. “Is everything good with your room?” you ask, and John laughs. “You’re sounding like your father,” he says, covering his smile with his hand. 

Youre almost offended. “What is that supposed to mean?” you put on that annoying tone you used to use when you were 16. Your father hated it. 

John stands in front of you as you stay seated. “No, no. It's not a bad thing, I promise,” he explains. “Your father is very intelligent and wise.” where is he going with this? “You are definitely both those things. I’ve watched you become a beautiful young woman, you’re very mature.”

His hand moves in his palm, he forces it into his pocket to stop any movements. “You’re taking a big risk, you know?”

You put on your most innocent tone, breathy, almost Marilyn Monroe-like. “Risk? What do you mean by risk?” your doe eyes are accentuated even more as your head is forced to look up from your seat. 

John turns his gaze away from yours. If he looked any longer he wouldn't be able to control himself. He bites his lower lip, then swiftly looks at you again. “Being here is a risk. Being in my hotel room. Don’t you have any idea what your father would do if he found out you were in my hotel room at-” he checks his watch, “-God, almost 10 o’clock at night, Y/N. He’d kill me with his own to two hands.”

That still didn’t answer your question. “What if I want to take a risk?” Johns breathing gets heavy, and so does yours. The steady, yet contrasting movement of your lungs inside your chest made it almost impossible for John not to look at your breast which you had exposed for that very reason. 

Johns’ hand reached out of his pocket and gently lands on your chin, index finger and thumb cradling your jaw. “Are you sure you can handle something like that?” He asks. His thumb grazes against your bottom lip and you kiss the pad of his thumb; rough and callused. 

“I’ve never been more sure.” Suddenly, the gentle touch of his fingers turns rough. His entire hand cups your cheek as he brings you off the lounge chair. You stand up; even with both of you standing, the height difference was still noticeable. He kisses you. His touch is hungry and impatient. His free hand lingers down your waist, and you grab it, forcing it onto your rear. He squeezes your arse, forcing a whine out of you. 

John parts for a second. His breath hits your lips. He takes a moment to process what he just did. He didn't know if he should continue. You needed him to continue. 

“Kiss me again,” you tell him, and he does. His kiss is rough, yearning for more. He takes you to the bed and throws you onto it. He didn't ask if you ‘wanted to’. He already knew you were soaking wet for him. 

He almost rips off his undershirt. His chest was covered in tattoos and scars. You want to touch him; let your hands run over every muscle, but your hands were occupied with your shirt and the struggle of removing it. John assists you and almost whimpers at the sight of your breasts. 

Johns’ sore hands reach to your chest, fondling your young breasts. His thumb runs over your nipple, causing it to harden under the pad of his finger. The pool of arousal between your legs was growing irritable by the second. 

“John…” you whimper. “Yes?” he asks, and for a moment he sounds concerned like he’s done something wrong. You hesitate your words, because to tell the truth, you’ve never said anything out loud like that. Yes, you’ve had sex. You’re not a virgin, no matter how badly John wished he could have taken it. But you never had a proper fucking. The guys you have been with, which for the record was not pleasing for you, had no idea what they were doing. On the other hand, John was almost thirty years your senior, and you knew he was experienced. 

“Fuck me,” 

John freezes at the words. He hadn’t heard something like that in a long time, and he especially didn't expect to hear it from you. Once he snapped out of the distraction, he wasted no time removing your pants and panties. 

“Not gonna make it even, Mr. Wick?” you cock an eyebrow at his surname as your hands reach for his waistband. He helps with the buttons and zip, and removes them entirely, boxers included. 

Your mouth basically waters at the sight of his cock. It was much bigger than you have ever taken. 

“Are you- uh,” he gets distracted by the sight of your wet pussy. “Are you a virgin?” he manages to get out. You shake your head. “I’ve had sex before. Just not very good sex,” you explain. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “So you’ve never had a proper fucking before?” he asks, and you shake your head again. “I’m going to change that, then,” 

You feel Johns rough fingers touch your gentle clit. He slowly circles the bud, collecting a small amount of your arousal on his fingertips. His fingers linger for a moment as small whimpers come from you, then he ventures down further. He spreads your lips with his fingers, letting his digits slide between them. 

It was strange because the two men (if you could call them men) you’ve been with never focused on your pleasure as they did in the erotic literature you read. They just stuck it in and went until they came. John wasn't doing that, no matter how hard it was to resist. 

John retracts his fingers for a moment and licks them to add extra lubricant. He hums at the taste of your arousal on his fingers. He brings the digits back to your core, and with a nod of approval, he inserts them. You whine at the penetration. You of course had fingered yourself before, but your fingers were much smaller than Johns. 

He begins pumping them in and out. He starts slow because the last thing on earth he would want to do was hurt you. As your whimpers turn to whines, he moves them faster. You moan softly and reach a hand to circle your clit. John quickly swats your hand away, taking control of your clit. You moan out his name along with many more unprintable obscenities. 

John feels your walls clench around his fingers. Your moans grow louder, and just as youre about to feel your release, a sudden emptiness fills you. John licks his fingers clean as your high slowly fades away. “But-” you mumble, and John tuts you. “Just wait,” he says. “You’ll come in no time, and it will be fucking amazing,” he ensures you. 

He looks down at his cock, ready to fill you up entirely when he realized he didn't have a condom. “Shit,” he muttered. “There should be some in the bathroom. They’re pretty accommodative here,” you say and almost giggle. John nods, stands up from the bed and grabs a condom from one of the neatly organized drawers. He returns to the bed, rolls on the condom, then aligns his tip with your entrance. You give him a nod and less than a second later he was filling you up to the brim. 

You yell out as he stretches you. “Holy fuck!” you’d be surprised if the neighbouring hotel rooms couldn't hear. You quickly shake off Johns' worries. “No, no. Keep going-” you assure him. You never wanted him to stop. 

After you gave him the O.K, he began thrusting into you. His hands gripped your hips as his cock moved in and out of you. You grabbed his hands, forcing him to pin you down. 

“Dirty girl,” he grins, and you moan in response. He forces your wrists into the bed, tightly gripping them as he slams his pelvis into yours, rewarding him with another one of your sweet and erotic moans. “Don’t… don’t stop!” you breathe out, and John smirks. “Didn’t plan to,” he replies as he thrusts into you again. You beg him to go faster, and he complies. Your moans become uncontrollable as his cock plunges in and out of you, his length hitting every pleasure sensor to send you through the roof. 

John grips your palms tighter as his breathing gets heavier. “Fuck… Y/N,” he groans. “Gonna be a good girl for me? Hm?” you immediately nod. You were going to be a good girl. You wanted to be his good girl. “Gonna need an answer there, sweetheart.” you suppress your moans so you can get out a single phrase to please him. “Yes!” you say. “I’ll be – holy fuck! I’ll be good, I- I promise,” John smirks. You look so needy and helpless. “That's what I thought,” he says before kissing you hungrily. 

His tongue reaches untouched places in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and leaving hickeys everywhere he could lay his lips. You whine at his hot breath suctioning your skin. You knew your father would be furious that you had hickeys, but you couldn't care any less. 

John feels your walls clench around his length. You were close again. You begin crying out, begging for some form of release. “Gonna be a good girl and come?” you already know he needs a verbal response. “Yes, I’ll be so good and come for you…!” you moan. Your eyes roll back into your head; body numb like the familiar effects of an edible. 

John returns his mouth to your neck, sucking hot welts onto your delicate skin as he growls praises and demands into your ear. He was close too, and he couldn't wait much longer. The sound of his low, raspy voice in your ear, for you and only you to hear, was the thing you needed to push you over the edge. The pleasure rushes over you like a tidal wave, a completely unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy. Bells ring in your ears as your shout out obscenities, unable to hear them over the deafening sound of your body reacting to the orgasm.

John groans loudly as your walls tighten around him. “Fuck!” he yells. His hips shudder, hard thrusts becoming sloppy. He lets out a masculine moan, bucking his hips towards yours as he spills his arousal into the condom. He wished he could fill you up; watch as his come dripped out of you. He was already taking the risk of having sex with you, he wouldn't risk getting you pregnant, even if it turned him on like you couldn't imagine.

He pulls out, leaving you with an empty feeling, wishing for the overflowing sense to return. John removes the condom before collapsing on the bed beside you.

“John… holy fuck -” you huff, chest still heaving rapidly. John smirks at what he's done; proud of his work. “Bet that was way better than whatever guys you’ve been with,” he says, the cocky side of him coming out strong. You nod and laugh. “Way better.”

Read part two -> Here

[jaidens]

Can I request a Johnny Cade x femreader imagine please? Where Johnny cleans you up and there’s a cut on y/n lip he goes to clean it and then he ends up kissing her. Thank you so much!😇

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Now I'm Bleeding)

pairing(s) : johnny cade x reader

warning(s) : mentions of blood | fights | violence

a/n(s) : i hope I took your request to the fullest<3

wc : 1,305

posted : june 21. ‘23

You weren't exactly used to fighting. Of course, you were around people who took violence in their days almost everyday. They taught you how to correctly throw a punch or take down a Mustang full of white trash Socs. Johnny, your best friend, was always next to you; attached by the hip at all times. The teasing became worse and worse as he began protecting you from situations and defending your every right. Even if it was just Steve or Dally messing with your head.

Well, during this day, you decided to walk home from school and it turns out it wasn't the best. Seconds before you almost got out of ‘Soc Territory’ a gang of them pulled up on you. You heard their yells of “You’re on the wrong side of town Greaser..!” or yells of “Need me to show you the right way home?”. You would never admit it, but you were easily overwhelmed with fear whenever you fought. However, from the wise words of your “mentor” Dally Winston is that “Socs can smell ya’ fear. Don't show it. Use it in that strong arm of yours.” You took that with full credit as a Soc began creeping on you to pounce at any moment.

As soon as they jumped, you started punching and kicking in every which way. You felt strong hands punch your jaw and face. Even with practice, it was still bound to happen at some point. At some time, some Socs had run away from the smallest noise of a siren. Even if it was miles away. Whenever the fight was over, you were left with a stinging eye and lip. You pressed your finger to your lip and a drop of blood dropped off.

As soon as you saw that, you started running as best as you could to the Curtis’ household. You knew Johnny was there, but his brothers weren't and Ponyboy was staying after school to study for the big test he had in Algebra. When you opened the door, there sat Johnny, watching a random television cartoon that the antenna picked up on. You shut the door and covered your face as best as you could as you took off your jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.

“Hey Y/N,” He whispered softly. “How was school today? What'd you learn?” It was always your favorite thing about Johnny. He always asked if you had a good day and what you had learned. “Uh.. it was fine. My chemistry exam was so hard though.” You said, holding up your book high on your face to cover the cuts and bruises. “Why are you covering your face? Are you okay?”

He stood up and walked up to you. You kept your face staring forward. Knowing that if you looked at him, Johnny would've taken all of his anger out on someone's face. His hand touched your shoulder lightly. “I won't be mad.. Whatever happened. Y'know that.” You believe him, you really do. However, the slowly darkening bruise on your eye and metallic taste and your mouth becoming overwhelming you decided to run into the guest room that you and Johnny slept in.

He opened the door cautiously. You have tears welling in your eyes as you stare at him. “Hey..hey what happened?” He sits down right next to you, not touching you but making sure you recognize his presence. “Socs jumped me. Didn't even do anything.” You looked at him and he frowned at the tears that dropped down your cheeks. “I ran away like a baby. I was so scared.” You had admitted that as you jumped into Johnny's arms and cried into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body as he worried about you. “At least you're safe now. Can I patch up your face? I don't want anything to get infected. You remember Dally’s infected eye right? How gross.”

You let out a small laugh and made Johnny smile. “There she is.” You nodded and he sat up to grab the medkit off the small table that sat in the corner of the room. Since he started getting in more rumbles, he decided to buy one after Pony got a blade pulled on him. Opening the small white box he pulled out gauze and antiseptic. While he did this, you began to notice how handsome he was.

The scar was prominent as he stared down reading the instructions on antiseptic application. “So it says to just lightly tap in on the wound. C’mere.” His hands touch your face, working on dabbing the cut on your lip. His dark eyes stared down at your lips, you wish it was a different situation whenever it happened.

Johnny put the gauze and antiseptic down and leaned in and stared in your eyes. They literally and up and you nodded giving him permission to kiss you. His lips touched yours and you felt the spark that you had read in your magazines. The spark of love and everything you've wanted.

Nothing was deepened, you pulled away after you realized that your lip was stinging a lot worse now. “Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Ever since the jump, he's become vigilant about letting his guard down; such as what he just did. You pecked his lip one more time to comfort his thoughts. “No..no it just stung a little bit. I think the antiseptic started working and the kiss just pushed on it a little harder than I originally thought.”

He put his head down and smiled. Johnny scratched his head before looking up into your eyes. When Johnny was a little younger he would completely lose eye contact with people that scared him. With full honesty from him, you completely terrified him. You were such a new thought and feeling. “What does that mean for us?” He asks you, feeling you hand grab his and rub over his knuckles. “Well I like you. Like.. like-like you.”

His eyes went wide. This was his dream. You and him being together was something from a fairytale he wished to be in when he was a little kid. “I like you too..” You hugged him tightly, not letting him go until you heard the front door open and Pony’s voice echoed out. You pulled away and stood up in front of him. You grabbed his popped collar and pulled him into a kiss deeper than what you've been doing.

You left him completely flustered and lightheaded as you walked away to go talk to Ponyboy. You smiled as you heard him jump up from the creaky bed to chase after you. You were standing in the kitchen making a sandwich whenever you felt his arms wrap around your waist. You bite into your sandwich before turning around and staring into his eyes. “What? I didn't do anything.”

Johnny would've responded if Dallas didn't walk in and take the other side of your sandwich and start chewing it. “What are you two doing Man? I'd say get away before Dar’ walks in.” Dally teases as he ruffles Johnny's greased up hair. “Shove off man.” Johnny says as he turns to look at Dally with a ‘get-out-of-here’ look. Dally sticks his hands up and walks away. “Don't want any trouble Man..”

You laugh a little bit and slide your arms around his neck. “So scary aren't you..?” He chuckles and relaxes in your arms. It almost feels normal. Like you've been dating for years and everyone knew. He's your best friend and now alongside such a title, your boyfriend. “Now let me go finish my sandwich. Go do something with Pony. I heard the stars are bright out tonight.” Johnny smiles and gives you a kiss before walking out and you hear a quick, “Get em Johnnycake!”

[obwjam]

Why would Giant Ray be a mix of 35,40,45 & 49 👀

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?” “I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…” “Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.” “Don’t touch them!”

trying to kill me by picking MULTIPLE sentences... feels illegal... but i did it anyway

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“Don’t touch them!”

Ray’s voice was full of sharpness and worry. Egon’s wandering hand quickly pulled back, and he looked at his longtime friend with trusting eyes. 

All four Ghostbusters surrounded a tiny, trembling figure that they just so happened to stumble upon while on their latest caper. Their work often led to broken furniture and busted walls, but never in a million years would they have imagined a four-inch-tall person getting exposed in the chaos.

Egon’s first instinct, of course, was to reach out and scoop the poor thing up, no doubt to bring it back to the firehouse for testing. Ray, though, wasn’t having any of that. He could practically feel their fear when they locked eyes. They had to approach this one slowly, and carefully.

Ray bent down, holding his hands up so this little human didn’t think he was going to snatch them up with no warning. “Hey… it’s alright, we’re not gonna hurt you. I’m Ray Stanz, and that’s Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore and Peter Venkamn. We’re the Ghosbusters.”

The tiny person blinked, their fear not wavering. 

“I don’t think that means anything to them, Ray,” Peter deadpanned.

Ray waved him away. “Alright, alright. I’m just trying to help, you know.” He turned his attention back to you, your back pressed fully against the loose wooden board you were cowering against. The scratches on your arms were visible even to the Ghostbusters who were standing far, far above you.

“We’re here to save you,” Ray tried again. “It’s not safe here anymore.”

“I don’t think it ever was,” Winston chimed in, looking around at what was left of the rickety structure.

“Come on, Ray, we can’t talk to it,” Egon said. “I doubt it’s capable of speech, and even if it was, it wouldn’t understand english. Let’s just take it to safety and get out of here.”

Ray frowned. Egon was probably right… but something about the way you were looking at them and observing their movements gave him a sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong.

“Can you understand me?” Ray asked gently. 

“I’m telling you, Ray, it’s a waste of–” Egon stopped mid-sentence when he saw your impossibly tiny head slowly nod up and down. His jaw practically hit the floor. “Can you speak?” Another nod.

“This is incredible! A miniature person, fully capable of speech and advanced linguistics… we have to learn more!”

Suddenly, a loose piece of the wall came crashing down, making all five of you jump. Ray quickly turned his attention back to you, but he was more frantic. “This place could collapse any minute. Let us take you out of here, little guy, and we’ll get you somewhere warm and safe. Okay?”

You really, really didn’t want to go, but as another piece of the house hit the floor, you felt like you had no choice. Willingly spending time with humans was better than sitting in a house that’s crumbling all around you… but not by much.

You didn’t even have time to gawk at the human’s hand. Ray swiftly scooped you up, cupping his hands together to shield you from the outside world as the Ghostbusters quickly fled the scene. 

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By the time you stopped moving, you were disoriented beyond imagination.

Ray had lifted his hand up a few times to check on you once they made it back to the Ecto-1, but you were in no space to actually communicate with him. He simply stared at you in awe as the other humans leaned over his shoulder to take a peek.

You found yourself pressing hard into the giant’s palm as the car rocked back and forth, and Ray’s heart fluttered every time he felt it. It was adorable to him, but for you, it certainly wasn’t a good introduction to being held.

“Ray, ask them if anything supernatural caused this to happen to them.”

It was probably the 1,000th question that Egon had presented. His hands clutched the back of Ray’s seat as he leaned forward from the back, eyes fixated on the little form.

“Caused what?”

“Caused them to be so small!”

“Hm.” Ray hadn’t considered that this could just be a shrunken human. He opened his mouth to ask, but the tiny looked like they were about to vomit, so he decided it was best to wait.

It was a crisp fall night in New York, so Ray did his best to keep his new tiny companion as warm as possible. But it didn’t take a scientist to know that someone so small was just going to be colder, no matter what the outside temperature, so there was little he could do to stop your persistent shivering.

“I’m surprised they haven’t passed out yet,” Peter said to Ray as they climbed out of the car. He couldn’t help but feel sympathy when he saw you, shaking and trying not to cry. Your head whipped around rapidly at all the sounds of the city permeating your ears. “You know, being so close to your stench and all.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Pete,” Ray rolled his eyes. Now was not the time to be made the butt of another Venkman zinger. “Z, get the door, get the door!” He held his hands out like he was carrying a white-hot plate without oven mitts.

All the lights of the firehouse were harsh on you at first, but it didn’t take long for your pupils to adjust. Unfortunately, it meant that you were greeted to four gigantic faces all gaping down at you with a unified look of bewilderment.

Even though Venkman had assumed you didn’t know who they were, you did. You heard the commercials just about every minute on the human’s television. You knew their names, what exactly they did for a living and, thanks to plenty of late-night talk show interviews when the human fell asleep on the couch, you knew that two of them were scientists.

“Egon, go grab that magnifying glass for me, would ya?” 

Nope. That’s it. You had to get out of here now. Even if they were all looking, there was no way you were going to let them poke and prod and stick you in a jar for the rest of your life. The streets of New York were a hundred times more inviting than that.

You had never been in this dire of a situation before, so the (very likely) possibility of the humans simply snatching you up before you could escape didn’t really occur to you. The deadliest situation you had ever been in was with a rat, and you had just outsmarted it … after lots and lots of running away. So that’s what you did.

“Woah! Hey now!” 

Ray, magnifying glass now in hand, turned his attention back to the tabletop at the sound of Peter’s shout. He watched as you took off across the table, first confused, and then a little hurt.

“I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…”

“Yeah, the magnifying glass and the giant lab is real friendly stuff,” Winston quipped.

“Don’t worry, Raymond. I’ll be your friend, magnifying glass or not,” Peter said firmly, clasping Ray’s shoulder.

Ray sighed. He frowned at you, now halfway across the table. “What are they doing…?” he questioned. You seemed to trip over yourself as you picked up speed. “They do know they’re on top of a table, right?”

“Well, I don’t blame ‘em,” Winston said. “I’d be scared shitless if I was them too.”

“Why don’t we just – Egon, wait, DON’T!”

But it was too late. A deafening noise filled your ears – one worse than the walls crashing down all around you – and you smacked your head on something so hard that you were knocked off your feet.

“Oh, good going, Egon! You hurt them!” Ray chided, leaning down so he could take a closer look. Egon had grabbed a nearby beaker and placed it, rather unceremoniously, right on top of you. You were rubbing your forehead, which had a red spot so bright that everyone could see it.

“Sorry, Ray, I just didn’t want them getting away.”

“Yeah, well!” Ray was at a loss for words. How could he think you would be safer here?

Egon dragged a stool over and plopped himself down. “Well, now that it’s contained, why don’t we ask it some questions? It is able to communicate with us, after all.” You recoiled at the deep sound of Egon’s finger tapping against the glass. “Hellooo? Can you hear me?”

Ray swatted at Egon’s hand. “I think they can hear you just fine.”

Everyone waited for a response, but you just sat there, head resting on the knees you had just pulled up to your chest.

Venkman turned to the group. “I hate to say it, Egon, but I think you pissed them off.”

“Yeah, maybe the jar wasn’t the best idea,” Winston agreed.

Ray couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he ultimately did the right thing pulling you from the wreckage, but he couldn’t help but feel horrible for forcing you into this situation. If he could just take you away from all the chaos…

While Peter and Winston ganged up on Egon for his poor choices, Ray slowly lifted the beaker away. You noticed instantly, as the warped sounds of their voices were now ringing clear. You stared in wonderment at Ray’s movements, still beside yourself at watching something so huge move around. 

Your awe was short-lived, though, when Ray’s hands once again slipped underneath you, effortlessly lifting you back into the air. You wanted to kick and scream and shout at him for having no regard for you, but it was impossible to form a coherent thought when you were moving this fast.

The Ghostbusters fell quiet when they saw what Ray was doing. Venkman opened his mouth to make a joke, but one look at your terrified face and even he knew it would be better to shut up.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the giant. Why did he pick you up again? He could have just kept you in the jar and let Egon ask you a million questions. You could tell he was curious, too, and wanted to know the answers. 

But he hadn’t asked you more than two questions this entire time, and he had taken it upon himself to get you out of that awful old house. Even if his methods were strange… something told you he really cared.

“Oh, I’m sorry I got you into this mess,” Ray started, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You were caught off guard by the apology. “Not that your situation before was much better, because, that really looked horrible. I mean, god, that house was already falling apart before we got there. Did you see the deterioration of the brick?”

“That crack running through the ceiling was definitely due to an uneven foundation,” Egon added.

“I seem to recall a rather potent odor of assorted molds, mildews and fungus,” Peter said.

“That lady was a real headcase, too,” Winston remarked.

You were in shock. It was like they completely forgot that you were there. Suddenly, they were reminiscing not only about the dump they had found you in, but all the other dumps they had visited. Somehow, Ray’s hand never once dropped from its position, even when you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. All the talking from those distant, booming voices was seeping into your head, causing your temples to throb more deeply than they were before. 

You rested your head on the elevated part of Ray’s palm by his thumb, shutting your eyes to try and will away the noise. Surely they had to stop soon…

Winston was the first to notice. “Uh… Ray?”

Ray paused mid-sentence. “What?”

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?”

Four sets of eyes instantly fell onto your tiny form, now, indeed, fast asleep. Ray felt his face get hot.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” Venkman tried to sound like he was kidding, but damn if he didn’t actually find it adorable. “We put them to sleep.”

“Unless…” Egon slowly leaned in. “Nope, you’re right. Definitely asleep.”

Winston smiled softly. “The little guy must be exhausted.”

Ray nodded. His eyes were glued to you. “I’ll say. They’ve had quite the day.” 

“Quite the life,” Peter stated. “Who knows what kind of wacky misadventures they got up to before we found ‘em.”

“It was probably… quite terrifying,” Egon contended. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Y’know what? Why don’t we leave you alone with them, Ray,” Peter said earnestly. “You two seem to have a nice little bond going on.”

Ray blushed furiously. “Well, I don’t know if I’d say that–”

“–nonsense. They fell asleep in your hand! That’s an indication of trust if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Venkman’s right… I think,” Winston cut in. “Let’s just let them sleep in peace.”

“I agree,” Egon affirmed. “I’ve got to write down all these questions before I forget them, anyway.”

Before Ray knew it, he was standing alone in the room, you in hand. The softness of your breathing let him know that you were in a deep, deep sleep. You shifted a bit when he pulled a chair over, but quickly settled back into slumber.

Ray would never admit it to you, but he watched you sleep for 30 minutes straight. He still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing – what he was holding, touching, feeling – but he knew for certain that he couldn’t wait to get to know you.

The soft puffs of your breath on his palm became heavier when your eyes fluttered open. Through your blurred vision and sleep fog, you couldn’t quite remember where you were.

“What…” you mumbled, blinking rapidly. Your head was pounding. “Where…”

Ray shot up straight, stool squeaking underneath his weight. That was your voice. You were talking. He was the first person in the entire world to ever hear a tiny, intelligent person speak. He had so many thoughts rushing through his mind, so many questions to ask... but you were drained.

“Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.”

“Safe…” you repeated groggily. Ray sniffed a laugh at your hazy state. “I’m safe. I… warm…”

Warm. Ray hadn’t really noticed, but you had stopped shaking a while ago. He finally felt like he was helping you in some way. You were safe. You were warm. He didn’t know much of anything about you, but he could surmise that those two things didn’t come your way often.

As you curled into yourself in the comfort of Ray’s palm, the Ghostbuster felt a swell in his chest. He knew he not only had to protect you, but he was ready to care for you, too. Food, water, shelter… friendship. A family.

He was ready to offer it all.

[maleyhae]

STAY PONY

a Ponyboy angst fan fiction

Warning- Angst, Suicide, yelling, cussing, Cannon/uncannon events, cringe, I'm litterly sleep deprived I haven't sleep for 3 days and it's like 2:11 in the damn morning, mention of self harm cuts, attempt(?) , mention of PB&J(Pony x Johnny)

Enjoy?

A few days after all it happened I start to lose myself yeah maybe I had Cherry but it I'm honest she isn't him.

If you don't know what I mean me and boyfriend Johnny Cade ran away because he killed a Soc and there was a fire and we saved the kids sadly only I survived as he died a couple days later.

Funny thing is that night our best friend dally it Dallas Winston committed even though it was by the cops he knew it would get him killed.

My grades have slipping and I started to lose myself to and that's Darry my oldest brother is gonna yell at me but I learn not to run from it not after what happened and knowing it was because I ran out of the house and to him he's dead.

It was another night I've just got home Cherry Valance had wanted to hang out and when I came home that's when I saw an angry Darry.

"Great just fucking great" I've said out loud but not to loud just for me to hear. I then walked in and not even are you okay is anything wrong cause I had also gotten jumped and there was a bruise I got a "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK PONYBOY STAYING OUT TILL 1 IN THE MORNING I TOLD YOU TO COME HOME BECAUSE THEN DAMN GRADES ARE SLIPPING" from him.

"GOD ALRIGHT I'M SORRY I WAS PAY ATTENTION TO THE DAMN TIME DARRY I'M SORRY THAT MY BEST FRIENDS DEATH ARE STILL EFFECTING ME WHICH THEN EFFECTS MY FUCKING GRADES!"

I've snapped that's never happened before I was shocked to usually he'd calm down but something about tonight was different because he had used something hurtful against me.

Johnnys death.

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR FUCKING VOICE WITH ME GOD DAMMIT PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS!" He yelled against me I don't remember what I said even though soda pop looked shocked which confuses me that I can remember that but not what I said.

But I got a "OR WHAT YOU GONNA RUN AWAY AND GET OF OUR OTHERS FRIENDS KILLED BECAUSE OF YOURSELF LIKE JOHNNY HUH? MAYBE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU JOHNNY AND DALLY WOULD BE HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE!" this wasn't like him he's never done that before and then it happened I started to cry.

Before any of this happened I forgot to say after johnny death my grades start to slip because I thought it was my fault and I had gotten a little suicidal and depressed.

After I realized I was crying I ran into my room and locked it.

'Fuck man everything hurts'I thought to myself.

From my healing scars to my freshly cut ones from yesterday they hurt. My head hurts probably from not eating god dammit. My eyes from all the crying I've been doing since I lost him. To my heart because why did darry say that he would never say that.

Then It came to me that I should just kill myself and maybe he'll be happy. It shouldve been me instead of him oh god Dally why didn't you get him instead of me?

I remember I had a rope for when I would climb into cherry room I could use it and that's what I did.

I climbed up on my chair and tied it on something and my neck and pushed myself out the chair and that's Sodapop and Darry walked it but it was to late I thought.

I saw Johnny god he so beautiful just like the day I left him.

Then I hear Dally and Soda cry and I heard a brief

"Stay pony it's gonna be okay these doctors are gonna safe you."

But thing is Johnny took my hands into his and guided me with and I even got my first kiss.

[aeriedwelling]

2 + 3 + 8 + 11 + 18 + 22 + 24 + 29 + 37 + 41 + 49 +51 = anything you wanna share bout Atmos :]

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

ough i think he'd use it pretty passive aggressively more than genuinely sjdfklsdj. he has suuuuper bad RSD and thinks everyone hates him, (< totally not me projecting /lying), so he's hesitant to call people "friend" not because he doesn't like them, but because he doesn't know if the liking is mutual

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

he's pretty stoic!! cracks a smile at stupid jokes but for the most part doesn't talk unless he's prompted (or has something snarky to say). if you don't know him it's pretty hard to tell how he's feeling, but once you can read his body language it's clear as day and so incredibly obvious that it makes you question how you couldn't read him before,

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

what's the opposite of loose. tight? he doesn't say it ever. winston dragged it out of him once and then never again because atmos was super uncomfortable about being forced to say it- he says it when he really means it. he says it a lot in other ways though. actions speak louder than words in this case!! (do you need anything? i'll do the dishes for you. just swinging by to give you some of your favorite candy. of course i can help you move! etc etc.)

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

dnd atmos: check for the tracker in his arm. if it starts Doing Things then his reaction to it could tip someone off that something's wrong

ask him about his paw print tattoos, like what specific dog they are. he will give you the scientific name and the color of the dog's fur (autism /silly)

winston knows his scent really well so if the imposter smells different then that's it for them

uhhh idk about minecraft atmos. if he's suddenly chillin then Something Is Very Wrong. he is SO anxious all of the time.

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

his mum :3

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

i was going to say pottery makes him deeply uncomfortable but actually he'd kinda vibe with it so. hmmm. i'll have to think about this one

stuff crumbling makes him really uncomfortable. like if you get a clump of dirt and crumble it to pieces in your hand it makes him feel itchy and weird (this is mostly minecraft atmos, who used to be terracotta before The Incident)

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

absolutely!! when no one was looking B) it was an oatmeal cookie (without raisins. he also got one for winston)

29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

starts sweating bullets frfr. if he's lying for fun then it doesn't matter and he just laughs it off. if he's trying to get away with something he KNOWS he's a bad liar and is already calculating the consequences of lying to people who have the power to make his life worse- if someone doesn't believe him he will absolutely try to dig the lie a little deeper to see if he can somehow still get away with it, but whatever he comes up with falls apart because he doesn't think things through before he talks in that instance

37. What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

he isn't currently fleshed out enough to have any secrets, tbh, maybe the story about how he got the tracker in his arm? they know it comes from some old organization he used to be a part of, but they don't know specifics and he never wants to tell them.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

totally absolutely picked up talking with his hands from winston, mans now adds all four arms and gestures around a lot while he talks

he's picked up a bunch of different greetings from several of the planets he's visited, as well as some stuff from folks around the [Syndicate] - some weird fish greeting from Trixie, probably. apologies for the lack of specifics

49. Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

yes. he regrets it every time.

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

i can't imagine him talking uhhhh. does atmos talk???

minecraft atmos would probably be like "what do you need?" or "do you need anything?" or "what can i do for you?"

dnd atmos talks like i do. the current phrase is "yeah you get it" sjdfkljsdf

[drabbles-mc]

Playing It Cool But She's Lying

Opie Winston x OFC (Chris Teller)

Inspired by the song Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers

Warnings: language, alcohol, pre-canon AU, Young Opie who isn't completely dead inside

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: I've had this fic pictured vividly in my head for what feels like the longest time and it still fought me every step of the way as I tried to put it down on paper. But it's done! It's here! I'm so relieved lmao. I have such a Big Fic planned for Opie and Chris but writing this in the meantime was just so fun. Idk, I love the idea of Opie in his super early 20's and not being so sullen all the time. Let the man have some fun. 🥰 Also, shout-out to @garbinge for listening to me ramble for hours about this fic and these two in general. They wouldn't be here without you. 💖

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Chris was rooting around the cupboards of Gemma’s kitchen, looking for something to snack on while she figured out what to do with the rest of her night. Her usual avenues for Friday night plans were all out of the question. The club took off earlier in the evening which meant that she didn’t have Jax and Opie to bother the way that she normally would. A handful of her friends from school had left town a few weeks before when college was back in session, and Opie’s sister Veronica was out of town for the weekend visiting Mary’s family. Charming wasn’t exactly a town known for being busy, but it had been a long time since Chris felt like it was such a boring spot to be.

The only upshot of it all was that with the club being out on business, Gemma would be staying at T-M and the clubhouse longer than usual to make sure everything was alright. On more than one occasion Chris tried to tell Gemma that things were much more likely to go wrong when all of the guys were on the compound, but the message never seemed to go over well. Either way, Chris had the house to herself for the night and she figured that if there was nothing else to do, she might as well take advantage of it.

She was halfway to climbing up onto the counter to reach the top shelf when she heard a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. More confused than anything else, she went and peeked out the front window to see who it could be. Last she heard, only the prospect for left behind and it wasn’t as though he would have any reason to be stopping by.

Her confusion only intensified when she saw that it was Opie rolling into the driveway. When she heard the door shut and the sound of his boots on the floor, she beat him to the punch and called something out into the house before he could.

“I thought you were supposed to be long gone,” she said with a laugh from the kitchen.

She heard Opie chuckling as he made his way to where she was. When he walked into the kitchen, Chris was perched comfortably up on the counter with a can of soda in her hand. Opie shook his head, not commenting on the fact that she was choosing to sit on the counter rather than the multitude of chairs around Gemma’s table.

Opening the fridge, he grabbed his own can of soda. “I thought I was supposed to be, too.”

She laughed. “What’d they do? Downgrade you back to prospect?”

“Might as well have,” he said as he popped the top on his soda can. “I’m ‘on probation’.” He threw air quotes around it to emphasize his sarcasm.

Chris nodded, not even trying to hide how funny she found the whole idea of it all. She didn’t even know what probation would really mean in the context of the MC. Apparently it meant Opie wouldn’t be going on runs with them or any of the fun stuff for a little bit. She sort of felt bad because she knew it mattered to him, but she also knew that it wasn’t as though it was going to last forever. They’d need him again in no time.

Without a word, she hopped down from the counter and started walking towards her room. Opie watched her for a moment, and when he realized that she wasn’t actually going to extend him an invitation, he started to follow her down the hallway regardless.

Just as he crossed the threshold of her room, Chris was flopping down onto the beanbag chair that she had tucked in the corner opposite of her bed. Opie couldn’t believe that she hadn’t broken or gotten rid of the thing yet—she’d had it for years and it showed with how worn out it was. He’d called her out on it once and her immediate response was, “Just because it’s ugly, doesn’t make me like it any less—kinda like you,” and then he never brought it up again.

Rather than going and sitting on her bed, Opie walked over to the small desk she had pushed against the wall by her bedroom window, the same window that she had definitely climbed out of on more than one occasion to sneak off with Opie and his sister, and sat down in the spinning chair that went with it. It was a miracle that he fit in it, but he managed. He stretched his legs out and swayed the chair back and forth as they both sat there.

“Finally got the house to yourself and you’re not even gonna throw a party?” Opie asked with a chuckle.

Chris rolled her eyes. “Gemma isn’t gonna be gone that long.”

“So you’re just gonna sit around and do nothing?”

“Hey, listen, you’re the one who came to see me. So if I’m doing nothing, you’re dong even less than that.” She paused. “Why didn’t you go with V to visit Mary and everyone?”

“Oh, uh, because I didn’t want to.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re such an asshole.”

He shot her a small smirk and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s in the genes. Besides,” he took a sip of his soda, “V’s always been Mary’s favorite anyway.”

“Yea, mine too, but we all gotta settle sometimes, you know?” she joked.

“Alright,” he said as he rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed and failing.

“It’s unfortunate for you and Jax that both of you have younger sisters who are objectively cooler and better than you in every possible way. I’m,” she laughed, “I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

Opie was only able to keep a straight face for a moment before he broke and started laughing. “You don’t sound very sorry.”

The two of them moved onto other things. They talked a little about the club, but he never stayed on that topic with her for long. He’d known her his whole life and yet he never really felt like he was in the position to just sit down with her and ask her point-blank what her actual problem with it was. Even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like it was the right kind of night for that anyway. He listened to her rant about Gemma, the two of them talked about Jax, and they ran the whole gamut of their usual conversation topics before they finally hit a lull in the conversation.

When things had been quiet for a couple minutes, Chris looked over at Opie, who was still parked in her tiny desk chair, toying with the now-empty soda can in his hands. She watched him for a moment before saying, “We should go out.”

He choked on the breath he had been taking. “What?”

“Yea! We should go out tonight! I don’t wanna spend my entire Friday night sitting here with you.”

He chuckled, sitting himself upright in the chair. “Thanks.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” She stood up from the beanbag chair and stretched. “Come on—I know a place.”

“You know a place?” he asked, doubt written on his face.

“Oh fuck off, like you know any places that aren’t the clubhouse.” She paused and waited for him to either argue or agree with the plan. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”

Opie looked her up and down, wondering where exactly they could be going that could be that much fun if she was planning on going there in one of Jax’s old hoodies and a pair of cutoff shorts. Still, he knew that it wasn’t as though he had much else to do. He could either do whatever it was that Chris was scheming up in her head, or he could go sit at home and do a whole lot of nothing by himself.

“Alright, fine,” he finally conceded.

Her whole face lit up. “Amazing.” She pulled him up out of the chair and started shooing him towards the door. “Now get out so I can change.”

Opie allowed himself to be pushed out of the room, shaking his head with a small smile as Chris all but slammed the door shut behind him. He waited in the hallway, leaned back against the wall opposite of her bedroom door, curious to see what he was about to get himself into.

When Chris opened the door back up a couple minutes later, she had completely changed. Her hair was down, long dirty blonde waves falling over her shoulders. She had traded in Jax’s hoodie for a snug black tank top, and her cutoffs for a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She was pulling her boots on as she braced herself against the door. Despite the fact that she was completely off-kilter as she got her shoes on, she still looked over at Opie with a smile.

“Alright. You ready?”

He chuckled, shrugging as he watched her finally get herself back upright again. “Are you?”

“Pfft,” she waved him off as she stepped out and started going down the hallway, “I was born ready, Ope.”

“Right,” he said, sarcasm dripping from the word.

He watched as Chris grabbed the jacket that she always wore anytime she was on the back of someone’s bike. It was usually his of Jax’s, but every now and then if things got chaotic last-minute she’d have to catch a ride with Tig or Chibs. Despite not having her own, she was no stranger to motorcycles.

Opie went to grab his kutte off the back of one of the chairs around the dining room table when Chris spoke up. “You can leave that.”

He looked back over at her, clearly perplexed. “What?”

“Your kutte,” she said as she grabbed her helmet, “you can leave it.”

He looked back and forth between her face and the helmet in her hand. “Sorry, did you get a bike of your own that I don’t know about?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, but you won’t need your kutte where we’re going.” She saw the apprehension on his face. “Come on, Opie, just be a normal guy with a motorcycle for once. The girls will be all over you.”

“Oh, well, you didn’t mention there was gonna be girls,” he joked as he reluctantly left his kutte on the chair and headed for the door behind Chris.

He trailed behind her as they both walked out of the house and down the driveway towards his bike. It had been a long time since it was just the two of them doing something together. It was the nature of the club, and also having siblings, that there was rarely any alone time to be had. Everything was always done in groups. Chris had plenty of solo time with Jax, and so did Opie, but it wasn’t often anymore that the two of them ever really spent time together without Jax or someone else around.

“You’re really committed to the full-face helmet, huh?” Opie asked her with a knowing grin as he swung his leg over his bike.

“Um, yea,” she said as she climbed on behind him, “because one of these days I just fuckin’ know you or Jax is gonna wipe out while I’m on the back of this thing and I don’t wanna mess up my whole face because you guys don’t know how to ride.”

“Big talk coming from someone who actually doesn’t know how to ride,” he retorted as he clipped the strap of his helmet underneath his chin.

“I know how to ride!” she said, clearly offended as she pulled her helmet on.

“You rode once like three years ago,” he told her with a laugh. “Doesn’t count.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Chris rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Are you ready?”

“Yea,” he said, letting the bike roar to life, “just tell me which way to go.”

Opie followed Chris’s instructions with a blind faith that he wouldn’t have had in many other people in the same position. There was no hesitation in her directions, though. Wherever they were going, she clearly knew the way there. There was a moment, about ten minutes into their ride, that had Opie wondering if she was just going to have him going in circles. He thought maybe she was just looking for a good excuse to climb onto the back of his bike. But then they crossed the border out of Charming and he realized that she definitely had a destination in mind, but he had no idea what it was.

“Take this right up here,” Chris pointed down the street to the next stoplight, “and then you’ll see it.”

“See what?” Opie said as he rolled up to the stoplight, leaning into the turn with ease.

She laughed, squeezing herself a little tighter to him when she felt the tension in his body. “Relax, Ope. We’re not rolling up to fight club or anything.”

When he rolled a few yards down the street, he saw the place that Chris must’ve been talking about. He let out a laugh that was more sarcastic than anything else. “I think,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club, “I’d prefer fight club.”

She lightly slapped the back of his shoulder. “Oh shut up. It’s gonna be fun!”

Opie parked the bike, allowing Chris to hop off before he did. He watched as she took her helmet off and shook out her hair. He hung his helmet on the handlebar, looking back and forth between Chris and the neon signs that were lighting up the dark windows of the club.

“Can you even get in here?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“Fuck you, first of all,” she said with a laugh. “Second of all,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a driver’s license that had her face but definitely not any of her real information on it, “I have a fake.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Opie said with a quiet laugh as he snatched the card from her hand to inspect it. He looked up at her, an amused look on his face. “Really? Rose?”

She burst out laughing as she took it back. “Thought it would be a funny little fuck you to Gemma,” she started walking towards the club, “not that she’ll ever know about it.”

Opie fell into stride beside her. “How do you even know about this place?”

Chris shot him a disbelieving look. “What? Did you think that all those nights me, and V, and all our friends didn’t go to the clubhouse with you guys we just sat at home feeling sorry for ourselves?”

“I mean…yea, kinda.” He laughed as she shoved him and he hardly stumbled half a step. “Guess I never thought about it.”

“Sometimes,” she told him as they walked up the few steps to the club door, “it’s nice to be out of Charming where everyone knows everything about you.”

Opie was about to try and come back with something smart when the bouncer at the door greeted them. The burly man made Opie seem small, and he was sitting on a stool just outside the door. Still, the man flashed a warm smile at Chris as she handed over her ID.

“Hey, Rose.”

“Hey, Benny,” she said as she beamed at him.

He looked Opie up and down as he handed over his ID, one that didn’t have to be fake. “Brought a friend, huh?” he asked as he looked over the card in his hands.

“Yea,” Chris said with a laugh. “Finally got him out of the house.”

He handed the card back to Opie, only looking at him for a second before diverting his attention back to Chris. “Have a good time.”

“Always do!” she said, a little more pep in her voice than usual as she took Opie’s hand in her own and dragged him through the doorway.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Opie leaned down so he could speak quietly enough just for Chris to hear. “They know you here?”

She was practically cackling as they made their way towards the bar. “How’s it feel to not be the famous one?”

She couldn’t see the look on his face as he allowed himself to be pulled through the clusters of people in the club. He was thankful for that, though, because he could feel the stupid grin that was on his face and he couldn’t quite manage to wipe it off. It was ridiculous, and he knew that it was, but he couldn’t help it.

“Man,” Chris said with a laugh as they got right up to the bar so that they could order their drinks, “I should’ve brought you a long time ago.” She turned and looked up at him. “Getting up here has never been so easy.”

“Being a foot taller than almost everyone in here helps,” he joked.

The two of them ordered their first round of drinks, and Opie finally took a moment to look around while they waited for the bartender to make them. The club wasn’t an overly large spot. It was comparable in size to the clubhouse only instead of being set up for five different things, the entire space other than the bar was dedicated to a dancefloor with the exception of a few tables on the perimeter of it all. The music was loud, the lighting low for the most part except for the scattered colored lights everywhere. It certainly wasn’t anything like the clubhouse. However, as he looked down at Chris and watched her watching everything unfolding around them, he realized it was exactly the type of place that she liked to be.

“I hope you know,” she said, pausing for a moment as she took a sip of her drink through the small straw that was in it, “that you’re going to have to dance with me.”

He raised his eyebrows, unable to stop himself from laughing. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” she laughed, leaning back so that she was propped up against the bar, “I definitely think so.” She saw the look on his face and argued before he could say anything else. “You can’t come to a club and not dance!”

“I didn’t know we were going to a club!” he said with a laugh.

“But here we are!” She gestured around like she was showing him the most lovely thing in the world. “So now you gotta dance with me.”

“Chris…”

“Opie…” she mocked his tone back to him. She finished off her drink and set the glass on top of the bar before stepping in closer to Opie. “Come on. You don’t know anyone here! I promise I won’t tell anyone in Charming if you’re a terrible dancer.”

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

“I’ll make a scene,” she said immediately with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll get Benny over here, tell him you broke my heart.”

He rolled his eyes. “You really are Gemma’s fuckin’ kid,” he said with a shake of his head. With a deep sigh, he finished off his drink as well. “Fine. Let’s go.” He saw the look of excitement on her face and cut it short before she could get too carried away. He held up his pointer finger, “One dance. That’s it.”

She laughed as she grabbed his hands in her own, walking backwards as she pulled him towards the dancefloor. “We’ll see!”

It wasn’t Opie’s scene at all. He knew it, Chris knew it, hell pretty much anyone who looked at him probably knew it. But it almost didn’t matter. He couldn’t remember the last time that he saw Chris having such a good time. He wondered briefly if this was what she was always like when she was away from the club and all the chaos that came with her family. She wasn’t quite a different person, per se, but she definitely seemed more at ease with herself. He wished that he could say that he felt the same.

Chris saw the apprehension all over his face and she had to laugh. She knew for a fact that some of the things that he had to do to get into and keep his place in the MC were much more daunting than dancing with her in a club full of people, and yet he was practically frozen to his spot.

Taking his hands again, she pulled him close so that his arms wrapped around her waist. He almost stumbled, not ready for the sudden closeness. No one would’ve been able to hear Chris’s laughter above the sound of the music, but with her body pressed right up against his, he could feel her laughter without having to hear it.

They both knew that Opie wasn’t a good dancer. Opie had a lot of things going for him, but rhythm wasn’t one of them. He’d only ever used all that height and muscle for fighting, for whatever brute force tasks needed to be done at T-M and for the MC. He never really had to be graceful, or any approximation of that.

Once he realized that Chris wasn’t just playing some elaborate prank, that she wasn’t going to throw him into the wolves and leave him alone, he tried his best to relax and ease into it. He was only partially successful. He tried to relax into the fact that his hands were on Chris’s hips, that hers were resting right in the crook of where his neck met his shoulders. With the heat of the club, Opie thought that the last thing he would want was to be so close to another person, but there was something surprisingly comfortable about having Chris’s body pressed so closely to his.

They’d only been on the dancefloor for a couple minutes when Chris interlocked her hands behind Opie’s neck and pulled her down so that she could talk to him and he would actually hear it. She had one hand rested on the back of his neck, one on his shoulder as she brought her lips closer to his ear.

There was laughter in her voice as she said, “You can loosen up, Ope.”

He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to think about how suddenly her being so close felt so different than any other time the two of them had been in tight quarters together. “This is as loose as I’m gonna get.”

She laughed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a moment while she did.  When she finally lifted her head, tilting her chin so she could look up at Opie, she said, “It’s okay if you’re actually having fun, you know.”

He tensed up for a second, opening his mouth to argue, but then he realized that there was no point. The serious expression faded from his face and he allowed himself a small smile. “I know.”

She beamed up at him. “Good.”

She finally let him stand back completely upright. After that, he was still a little tense, and still extremely awkward on the dancefloor, but he was at least smiling and following Chris’s lead. Both of them were laughing as she moved her hands from his shoulders down to hips and tried to guide him into having some rhythm. It wasn’t successful but it certainly was funny. The sound of their laughter got lost in the music and the vibration of the bass throughout the club, but they still felt it.

While Chris had told Opie that he only owed her one dance, it was more than clear to Opie as soon as they got out onto the floor that it was going to be much more than that. It was a daunting thought at the start, but after a few songs and a few more drinks, he couldn’t deny that he was actually having a good time. Gun to his head, he’d never admit it to Jax or any of the other guys in the club. But when it was just him and Chris and a bunch of people who had no idea who he was, he allowed himself to enjoy it.

They were both standing by the bar, finishing off what Opie was assuming were their last drinks. Chris was practically glowing, a sheen of sweat across her forehead and a warmth to her face that was either caused by the heat of the club, the alcohol, or maybe both. The smile on her face as she set her empty glass down on the bar stretched from one side of the face to the other.

She gestured back to the dancefloor. “One more?”

Opie chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m way past my limit.” He saw the exaggerated look of disappointment on her face and gave a good-natured roll of his eyes. “You said just one anyway. So, really—”

“Alright, alright,” she cut him off with a laugh as she waved her hand dismissively. “Fine. You win.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call it.”

“What’s more of a win than spending your whole night with me, hm?” She leaned against him, batting her eyelashes for extra dramatic effect.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he shook his head at her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the direction that would take them both to the door of the club. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of them made their way through the clusters of people who were still on the dance floor, the stragglers who were just getting to the club. Opie was walking behind Chris, but she was still reaching back, keeping one of her hands tucked in his so that they didn’t get separated by any of the pushy people who’d had far too much to drink.

The same bouncer who had been there on their way in was still there on their way out, but he was too busy getting into it with someone who had gotten far more drunk than either Opie or Chris for her to be able to say any kind of goodbye on their way out. Chris hardly noticed the whole scene that was unfolding just outside the door of the club, but Opie watched as they walked by, unable to wipe the amused expression off of his face. It was nice to go somewhere and not be the person getting in trouble, or being the best friend of the person getting in trouble.

It felt eerily quiet in the parking lot after spending the last few hours in the deafening noise of the club. When Chris laughed as they walked towards Opie’s bike, it sounded so much louder than it actually was with the absence of all the background noise that they’d previously been drowning in. He noticed that she let go of his hand once her feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot. He couldn’t stop the frown that appeared on his face the second her hand fell back to her own side.

When she got over to his bike, Chris stopped and turned around so that she was facing Opie. There was still a warm glow to her cheeks as she stood there waiting for Opie. He left a bit of a gap between them, more than he’d been able to in the club because of all the people. Needing some breathing space after being packed like sardines inside would’ve been the reason that he gave if anyone had asked him why he was standing farther away than normal. The real reason, though, was that despite having all the room in the world to put between them, there was something in his head that was telling him to stay that close to her, a part of his brain that hadn’t ever spoken up in the past. He didn’t have the time to try and figure out why things felt so different now.

Despite the effort to leave a gap between them, Chris closed the distance so that she was right in front of Opie, head tilted back so she could look up at him. “Where to next?”

“What, you don’t have more planned?” he replied with a chuckle.

“I mean,” she laughed with a roll of her eyes, “I’m sure I could some up with something.” She took a small step back towards his bike. “Or you could just bring me home.”

“You’re gonna try to sneak past Gemma when you’re like this?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Chris said, shaking her head and laughing. She pointed at him. “I’m crashing at your place.”

He sighed. “Chris.”

“Come on, don’t make me face Gemma like this. Because then,” she leaned back against his bike, “I’m gonna have to throw you under the bus too.”

Reaching past her, Opie grabbed her helmet off the bike and set it into her hands. “Put your damn helmet on.” He tried to sound annoyed as he said it, but Chris knew better, as evidenced by the grin on her face as she pulled her helmet on and climbed onto the back of the bike behind him.

Chris’s arms were looped tight around Opie’s waist as they peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street. She was giving him directions to get back home as she kept herself velcroed to him. Despite the fact that the air had cooled considerably in the time that they’d been inside, and that the wind was whipping past them while they rode, Opie couldn’t help but feel all of the warmth that was seeping from Chris’s body into his. His entire back and where her arms were looped snugly around his torso all felt warm even with the chill around them. He fought to stay focused on the road and her directions as his mind tried to wander.

Soon enough, they were back in familiar territory and Opie was bringing them back to the apartment that he shared with Jax. Chris didn’t come over and visit often, mostly because things seemed to be better with her and Jax if they were only around each other in small doses. But he wasn’t going to be back with the club until late the next day, if not the day after that, so it wasn’t like he’d be able to give Chris or Opie any grief about her staying there.

As soon as Opie unlocked and opened the door, Chris strode into the apartment, looking around as Opie flipped on the lights. Nothing had really changed since the last time she’d visited—it wasn’t as though Opie and Jax were all that into decorating and interior design. Still, even though nothing had changed, now it was just Chris and Opie, and Chris was just drunk enough to be in the mood to make fun of their place.

“The infamous Bachelor Pad,” Chris said with a laugh as she kicked off her shoes. She turned to look at Opie as she shrugged off her coat. “Surprised I didn’t burst into flames when I walked through the door.”

Opie rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk like you’ve never been here before.”

“Yea, but,” she laughed as she flopped back onto the sofa in their living room, “I don’t know, it’s different.”

He walked over so he was standing beside the couch looking down at her. “It’s really not.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

She allowed him to pull her up off the couch, managing not to topple into him once she was upright. Without another word, he started to walk towards his room and even though he didn’t tell her to, she followed him. He walked into his bedroom before her, turning on the light as he did.

Chris lingered in the doorway for a moment and looked around at the mostly-empty space. He had a dresser, and a bed, and a beat-up nightstand she was fairly certain he must’ve picked up for free on the side of the road at some point. The top of the nightstand was cluttered with almost-empty water bottles and empty bags of chips. The walls had a few different motorcycle posters tacked to them, but not much else. It was exactly what Chris pictured his room looking like—a slightly nicer version of the dorms at the clubhouse.

She walked in and sat down on the edge of Opie’s bed, watching him as he went over and opened the drawer of his dresser. He pawed around in it for a few seconds before pulling out an old t-shirt of his and tossing it to her without warning. He laughed as she floundered to catch it at the last second.

“You can crash in here,” he said as he grabbed a change of clothes for himself. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She shook her head as she stood back up. “No, stop. Come on, you can sleep in your own bed, Ope. It’s fine.”

“Gonna go wreck Jax’s room?” he asked with a laugh.

She smiled and shook her head. “That does sound like a good idea. But no.” She turned and looked at his bed. “This shit is big enough for two.”

“Yea, but—”

“Don’t be weird,” was all she said to him as she walked out of the room and to the bathroom to change.

When she came back into the room, Opie had changed and was sitting on one side of the bed. He glanced over the second he heard her in the doorway. A small, warm smile crossed over his face as he looked at her. She was wearing his t-shirt and had clearly gone into Jax’s room and stolen a pair of his shorts. Nothing fit her quite right and her hair was a mess but Opie suddenly couldn’t stop watching her with a smile on his face.

Walking over to the side of the bed that Opie wasn’t sitting on, Chris peeled the covers back and laid down on the mattress, immediately pulling the blanket up to her chin. She rolled onto her side so that she was looking at Opie. There was a tiredness in her eyes that hadn’t been there all night, but she was still smiling.

“Thank you for tonight, by the way,” she said quietly as she tried to fight back a yawn.

Opie nodded, watching as she fought the urge to close her eyes. “No problem.”

“I promise,” she rolled so that she was facing away from him as she got more comfortable, “I won’t tell the guys that you actually had a good time dancing.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Appreciate it.”

It was only a matter of a couple minutes until Chris was fast asleep, the sound of her breathing unmistakably soft and even. Opie hadn’t even gotten up to turn the light off yet and she was comfortably passed out on the opposite side of the mattress from him. Opie turned and looked over at her for a moment. Her back was still to him, but she looked so small curled up and buried underneath his comforter. In direct opposition to Chris’s calm, steady breathing, Opie could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.

Shaking his head at himself, he got up from his bed and went over to shut off the light. He knew it probably wouldn’t make any different, wouldn’t quiet his mind at all, but he still hoped. Once the room was cast back into darkness, he carefully stepped his way back over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers as well.

Laying on his back, he stared up at his ceiling, eyes open even in the dark. The entire night played over again in his head. Part of him enjoyed it, thinking back on everything that had happened, how good and how easy it all felt. There was something different about the closeness, and while in the moment it had felt comfortable, or even right, now the thought of it was sending him into a complete spiral. He wondered if any of it meant anything—Chris inviting him in the first place, how comfortably she kept herself so close to him, the fact that when he wasn’t overthinking every single thing he was saying and doing he was actually having one of the best nights he’d had in a long time. He wondered if it was going to change anything. He wondered if there was really any reason for things to change. Or maybe he was reading it all completely wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

But something was definitely different now.

Turning his head, he strained his eyes to try and make out Chris’s sleeping form in the dark. He could still hear the level sound of her breathing. Clearly everything that had happened hadn’t affected her that much. If something had changed, it must’ve been him.

He turned his head so that he was looking back up at the ceiling. He was just beginning to force his eyes closed when Chris turned in her sleep. She shifted around a little on the mattress, her legs brushing against Opie’s for a moment as she got situated in her sleep. Opie felt like he was frozen in place until she stopped moving. Even when she was sleeping happily on the other side of the mattress from him, he still had to force himself to relax, and try not to think about the gap between them.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

always looking for billions theses and seems like its own explorations / questions / Themes can be given a "Fantasy Vs Reality" lens, not regarding genre (i.e. of course billions is fictional, and even a nonfictional documentary would have innate Perspectives) but in terms of how billions has characters motivated by Fantasies of how things could be for them, their platonic ideals of success, but their realities don't live up to this; while also billions writes through its characters about perspectives supposedly shared by audiences on what would seem Ideal, Desirable, Better to us, then confront us like that even though damian lewis is supposedly objectively hot, supposedly talking in the most fun, smart ways, supposedly set up to seem like a winner to us, to be admired if not also emulated, a fantasy of how you yourself could be perceived by others, surely (lol. lmao), here is the Reality that maybe also he's shitty? maybe he stops aligning with some Ideal Person we'd imagine?

and billions elevating itself by challenging even its own Fantasies, dropping in a nonbinary character, who cannot be cishet and doesn't share the same tastes, interests, styles, approaches, personality traits, etc as those who are "normal" there do: thus their Ideals, Fantasies, can't simply match up & fit in either. the way they can comment on what's just taken for granted as the one way to do things, even without speaking, just by doing things differently, being different, while being here, and any success they find being a challenge to "well, surely this is what we all want. this is how we'd all like to be." because there's other options that dare exist, and aren't "proven wrong" through failure, though we do see that, also entirely relevant to things billions is always about, they still need Power to not be pushed out / sabotaged to neutralize this inherent threat they pose as straightforward competitor but also counterargument to people's "this is just objectively correct" entire ideas of their own identities and lives and Realities: how taylor needs axe, a powerful, "correct" ally to back them up and start meting out some power to them too, which he'd inevitably resent.

interesting and also all leading to my saying "and in billions' fantasy ideal world: the autistic people who always seem to be around would at least correctly be endlessly abused by their allistic superiors" lmfao, there is No "reality check" about this except that you Might notice winston's superlatively talented, unusually kind & cooperative in how he acts, virtually always also unusually correct, perceptive, insightful....feeling more akin to like the s1 "reality check" that axe is shit actually. oh you thought winston has admirable / desirable / worthwhile traits? checkmate: isn't he so annoying though & wretchedly pitiable at best. and billions Not At All unusual for this, abuse & inferiority as part of a fantasy and all, i just am specifically here to specifically note & resent this & go "question yourself!!! as the show that questions its own material the whole time, is the point!!! billions was never about 'isn't capitalism just the most epic. yes' whether a viewer would agree or disagree, and this is not a secret" like reality-checking fantasies and pondering about Power, but the ableist abuse that's still very much idealized as a response to autistic people's existence, from "some people deserve the bullying & ostracization & dehumanized inferior status" to "a formalized process for abuse can force autistic kids to be Normal, i.e. act Correct: this is so officially recommended that custody of a child can be leveraged against a parent who might 'withhold' this abuse"....like also i hate it & am sick of it so. like don't worry billions i'd be just as pissed at anything else i actually watched with unquestioned Autistic Character Gets Rightfully Punished For It as a fun fantasy! you're not special. but you do have winston at all, and so much, because it is so "fun" to laugh at him & enjoy the fantasy of shitting on him b/c he deserves it, through [just sooomething about some people!!] qualities such that he'd have to be a whole different person to escape, as said to him in the show :)

and you do have the nonbinary, cishet-fantasy-reality-checking taylor mason to even be able to support the premise of his existence on the show. and i'm here having the metanarrative reality vs reality analysis of going on the journey to out & out say "winston is autistic..." and then several seasons later "and he's treated abusively. and this happens to him differently than it does others, b/c he's autistic" and to resent the entire thing for what it is without apology or mitigation. while ofc still having what fun was always had, and yknow, it's a better time to not have to take in what material is offered and go "well :( i guess this guy's being shitted on for being disabled could be given endless benefit of the doubt?" like Just Like Reality!!! he's a delight and he's too good for the show he's on, just like taylor, who is so much more powerful than the nonsense they're dropped amidst that they have to be Held Back to not shooting star into the stratosphere: getting the closest to this at the end of s4 after Winston, the only one "wrong" enough to not simply silently resent taylor while reassuring them to their face, reminds them of the reality of what they're doing & going to be doing indefinitely at this rate, and in doing so, also reminds them of their own ideals & fantasies, which are so different from axe's & co's....and here they are, not allowed to listen to winston much more at all, not allowed to break out and lead the way in this season's takedown plotline b/c we Must focus enough on wendy & wags faffing around, who'd be left in their dust otherwise, billions s7 [720 min] billions s7 if taylor wasn't held back by the scruff of their neck [18 min]. taylor's power level if even providing an Alternate fantasy/reality conversation to consider through them was given more room for an autistic person not being deemed inferior besides "magnanimously not demeaning them to their face, sometimes" like your friend your lover your valued employee your secret weapon your clairvoyant Your reality-check to temper your broadsword. or, of course, winston simply getting to do his damn thing regardless of how other people see him, which is partly found in his being here at all, seen by everyone as Unideal, but the writing holds him back hard too, where he can hardly speak for being told to shut up directly or through insults, and if he gets to play into a plotline at all, it's not about him / is taken away from him so that now only serious worthy characters are substantially involved, and he doesn't get to ricochet around and topple this flimsy pinball machine for it, billions could not handle him not being "checked," which looks like being Kept In Line, inferior, with superior parties taking & withholding things from him; it can't or won't even imagine this, focus is granted him to elevate some other character in comparison, and often to simply revel in the Fantasy of "yes Yes hurt the autistic person as they deserve" like god i wish that were me, right, we all know & hate those losers, he's not even tall? which....fits his inferiority? hey there's not eugenics in the ableism, is there, what the. any more than there's not abuse in our universal fantasy of responding to the autistic people around us by treating them as lesser. sure is an organic thread of a journey out here like having plenty of this recurring Exercise in looking at what's going on around here & putting words to it. and how stunning that an actor with knowledge & experience surrounding pretending to be someone in an "annoying loser nerd we hate" role is the one lending a spark to a part that otherwise would've just been someone rejected completely after one scene. but somehow rejecting him over & over in so many different ways is just too good to let go, b/c there's just some kind of richness here when the writing couldn't approach him as a Person, but the acting can & does. just like reality as well :) Those People who, regardless of your lack of imagining them as such, are actually: people

[intherainbowfactory]

The Infinite Loops: MLP 217.12

(MLP/1984) By evilhumour

It was early in the Loop for Twilight when she Woke up. She was still in her tower in Canterlot, though the person standing in front of her had drawn her immediate attention and concern.

It was exceedingly rare for Skuld to appear in her Branch and even far less frequent was for her to retain her humanoid appearance. Countless worst case scenarios flashed through her mind that would result in such a meeting, but what the nervous looking Admin said was something the unicorn never expected.

"Excuse me," Twilight asked, blinking owlishly as she tried to recall if she had any hearing issues in this Loop. "But I must have misheard you. I thought you said you need my help dealing with the Anchor for 1984."

"I did, Twilight, " Skuld began to say only for Twilight to cut her off with a number of explicit swears.

"How did the Hackers do that? Why would they do something so monstrously horrific," Twilight demanded after she was finished with her cursing only for Skuld to interrupt her.

"They didn't, Sparkle," Skuld said as she began to pace in the tower library bedroom of the student of Princess Celestia. "They were the first ones I went to when it started Looping and they were insulted that I thought any of them would do such a thing. I even went to Slenderman to know if he’d set it up prior to his current placement and he told me he wished he’d thought of it, but admitted even that was a step too far for him."

Twilight again blinked owlishly at hearing the Hackers had standards, before shaking her head and asking the Admin what she needed of her.

"What you ponies are best at; helping others," Skuld said as she came to a stop and stared directly in her eyes.

Twilight nodded her head and asked where she could find the new Anchor. She did not expect the answer to be Canterlot's Institution for the Mentally Unwell, but before she could ask for more information, the Admin announced she had to attend to other matters.

Seeing it was upon her to gauge and then aid the new Looper, Twilight first consulted a map of the city before teleporting away.

It was a tremendous surprise for doctor Deep Probe when the student of the Princess of the Sun walked through the front doors.

"Hello, miss Twilight Sparkle," he said carefully as he tried to think of a reason that she would be here. "How might I be of service to you?"

"There is somepony that I would like to see, if that is alright," she asked in a tone that made it clear it was not a request but still, Probe had to think of the young unicorn's safety. "I believe he goes by the name of Winston Smith."

"Oh, that is no problem," Probe sighed with relief. "Mister Double Speak, or Winston Smith, is available to meet guests, though I must warn you..."

"Is he dangerous?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh, not at all," he shook his head and began to lead her to Double Speak. "It is just that he tends to unnerve others with his delusions."

Twilight nodded her head in acceptance and inquired, "How long has he been a patient here?"

"He admitted himself about two months ago with some of the most unusual delusions I have encountered in my profession. He believes that he is a creature called a human from a horrific world who has died multiple times. " He then tilted his head as they turned a corner. "What is most fascinating about his particular delusions is that he recognizes that it is a delusion but is evenly split on accepting them as real with all of this being another cruel attempt for his fictional government to break him and rejecting them as a sign that there is something mentally wrong with himself." He paused in front of the door to the patient and turned to face the mare. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he asked obediently.

"No, that is enough, thank you," Twilight replied before using her magic to send him back to the front desk and then forget her coming in and taking over his mind. It was not her usual method but she was too young right now to rely on her reputation to open the right doors for her.

With that done, Twilight opened the door and stepped in.

It was a compact room, made so by the bed taking up most of the left wall with a door to what she presumed was the bathroom, a bookcase on the right filled with books (mostly poetry, but she could see others on a range of topics as well) and a desk directly in front of her with a pony of unremarkable colouration and average build sitting before it.

Said pony turned his head and looked at her, closing a book on love poems. "Hello there," he said, standing upright and walking over to her.

"Hello Winston," Twilight said, extending a hoof to him and catching a glance at his cutie mark, which was fittingly enough two pony heads talking in opposite directions while their necks overlapped each other. "My name is Twilight Sparkle and I would like to talk to you about why you are here."

"I believe that Deep Probe told you everything." The stallion replied, tilting his head to the walls. "They are not that thick to be completely honest," Winston said without a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"I would like to hear from you directly why you believe you are insane," Twilight countered.

"Well that is very simple, miss Sparkle." the earth pony said as he sat back down. "I believe that I am a human being from a place called Airstrip One, Oceania under the control of a government called the Party led by a man called Big Brother, or at least in his name. I was a member of the Party, working at the Ministry of Truth where I edited information articles as per the instructions of my superiors. After meeting a woman at my place we began an illicit relationship. Among other things that those in the Inner Party convinced us to swear by without coercion, we were taken to the Ministry of Love where all traitors of the Party are brought to either be broken fully by the Party or killed if the former proves to be impossible." He then raised a hoof. "Now this is where my insanity truly manifests. I believe that I have gone through this almost half a dozen times, dying at least thirteen times before I found myself here. Thus I have two options to believe: either I have never left the grasp of the Inner Party and they are still trying to break me or everything I have experienced was some sort of mental breakdown as no normal pony would ever imagine such things. Whichever one is true, I do believe it is best that I remain here before I truly break down and hurt others."

"There is a third option that you have not considered," Twilight said carefully, as this was one of the most delicate Speeches she would ever give in her long life.

"And what is that?" the stallion asked.

"That both are true, in a manner of speaking," Twilight said, retrieving a copy of 1984 from her Pocket and levitating it onto his desk, which had him widen his eyes slightly. "Imagine the greatest tree that is not really a tree but instead a computer called Yggdrasil that holds all of existence upon Its Branches." He gave a slight nod which told Twilight to continue. "Now eons ago, something happened to Yggdrasil and put all of existence in danger. Beings, or Gods, began to do repairs to the tree-computer but in order for that to happen, they needed to set all the worlds in a time repeat with normally one person acting as a lodestone, or as an Anchor, for their reality to centre around." Twilight took out a copy of the Welcome to the Loops pamphlet from her Pocket and placed it next to the other book on the desk. "At first, there were only seven, then nine and then countless others." Twilight used her magic to create an illusion of this by having a tree's branches lighting up. "I was asked by one of those gods, Admins as they prefer to be known as in general, called Skuld to infor-" Twilight stopped mid sentence when she noticed the stallion was hunched over and shaking. Worried that she’d broken him by this news, Twilight walked over to him only for him to let out a bellow of laughter and pull her into a powerful hug.

"This is wonderful," he said with tears of joy running down his face. "The Party believed they were eternal but they are not! I am!" Winston beamed a smile at her full of life and hope. "The Party might kill me for eternity but I will always have time with Julia now." Winston let out another bark of laughter, a smile threatening to outdo Pinkie Pie's on his face.

'It will be hard at first, Winston, but you can overcome the Party," Twilight warned him. "It will be difficult and no doubt terrifying for you to go up against them."

"They have already killed me before so there's nothing they can do to scare me now. They have done their worst and it was not enough," Winston said with complete assurance, holding his head high. "If this is true, then this is truly the most wonderful thing I have heard since Julia told me she loved me." He let out a content sigh. "Even with her always betraying me, I cannot help but love her."

"Hold onto that love, Winston, and one day she might start Looping too." Twilight said with Winston going still.

"Eternal victory over the Party and Julia?" Winston gave a much simpler smile now that if given voice it would be deafening. "Truly, me becoming one of your Anchors is the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Come along, we will get you checked out and I will introduce you to my friends," Twilight said, opening the door, Winston walking through it to a bright new world.

[tulsa-trash]

Girly

Request: Would it be possible for you to do a request where the reader is the Curtis brothers sister (between Sodapop and Ponyboy) and she is not feminine at all (she wears trousers, converse and jean jackets) and one day the gang sees her dressed up all girly.

WARNING(S): N/A

You looked at your reflection in the mirror for the millionth time, sighing as you smoothed out your new, light yellow skirt. Your mouth formed into a thin line as you eyed the white blouse that clung to your chest.

Your best friend had set you up on a date with a boy you barely even knew. When you reluctantly agreed she dragged you to a fancy boutique on the south side of town and bought you an entire outfit. Sure she meant well, and you appreciated it, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Never in your life have you thought you would be caught dead in a skirt and blouse. You never really liked girly or skimpy clothes, but she had insisted you wear something feminine for once.

You were nervous about the date, but petrified of how your brothers would react. You neglected to tell them about the date, knowing they would freak out and most likely ruin it for you. But you knew when you walked out of your room all hell was going to break loose when they see you in a skirt.

As you slipped some socks onto your feat you scoffed as your gaze landed on the new saddle shoes your friend had bought you.

“No thanks.” You mumbled under your breath.

You walked past your brand new shoes and smiled at your beat up converse that laid strewn out on the side of your bed. You slipped them on and tied them tightly, feeling content as they perfectly molded to your feet.

You sat on your bed for a moment, glancing at your alarm clock. He was supposed to be there in ten minutes to pick you up. You decided that it was now or never, you got up and walked towards your door. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and silently prayed to yourself before exiting your room.

You swung the door open and put on the most normal face you could muster. With your head held high you confidently strolled down the hallway and towards all of the rowdy boys that occupied the living room.

Ponyboy was reading a book on the couch with Two-Bit sat beside him sipping on a beer and watching TV. Steve and Soda were wrestling on the floor, your big brother was winning only for a moment before Steve flipped him over and held him in a head lock.

“Hey, guys.” You said, casually leaning against the wall.

“He–” Ponyboy stopped once his gaze landed on you.

His eyes widened as he scanned your wardrobe, raising his eyebrows.

“Um… What– er… What are ya wearin’?” He asked skeptically.

Once those words left his mouth it seems as though the other boys in the room actually took notice of your presence. Two-Bit began to choke on his alcoholic beverage like a maniac. Soda stood laying on the floor dumbfounded while Steve was on top of him, looking at you with his jaw dropped.

You rolled your eyes at their reactions, looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I know I look lousy… Ya don’t have to rub it in.” You grumbled.

Your head snapped up when Two-Bit began to wolf whistle at you. A deep blush painted your cheeks as Steve began to join in while your two brothers looked at them in disgust.

“Howdy! Get you kid!” Two-Bit exclaimed as he examined you. “Don’t you look pretty!”

You smiled at the ground, “Awe, shucks–”

“Golly! I don’t think I ever seen you all dressed up before, you look awful nice!” Steve said.

“Erm… yeah. Why are ya dressed up anyhow?” Soda asked as he pushed Steve off of him.

“Gee, Soda. Thanks.” You said sarcastically.

“Don’t get me wrong, kiddo. Ya look gorgeous! I’m just confused… What’d you get all dolled up for?”

“I got a date…” You stated.

“A DATE!?” Both Soda and Pony shrieked.

“Why don’t ya tell the whole neighborhood while you’re at it.” You hissed.

“Hey! Why all the hollerin’? What’s goin’ on?” Darry entered the living room from the kitchen.

“Nothing.” You said quickly.

“Y/N got a date.” Soda ratted you out.

You glared at your older brother before giving the eldest Curtis a sweet smile.

“A date?” Darry asked skeptically. “Were you plannin’ on tellin’ us any time soon? What makes you think you can go on a date?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I can date whoever I want, Darry. I’m sixteen for cryin’ out loud I can handle one date!”

Darry sighed deeply as he stared down at you, he was absolutely horrified seeing you all grown up and looking girly as ever.  The last thing he wanted to do was to get into another argument with one of his siblings. He had been fighting with Pony constantly and snapping at Soda, he didn’t want to bicker with you too.

You were caught off guard when he bent down and wrapped you in his arms, giving you a big hug. Shaking off the shock you hugged him back, squeezing his broad shoulders.

“You look beautiful, buddy.” He told you.

“Thank you, Dare-Bear.”

He snickered, you had given him that nick name when you were little; and you knew that he would crumble and get all soft from your words.

“Look, I don’t feel like fighting with ya…” He pulled away from the hug to look you in the eyes. “But please, stay safe. If that kid tries anythin’ you best know all of us are gonna head for the cooler.”

Everyone agreed as he said this, you just laughed and gave your brother a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.

“Wait you’re actually lettin’ her go?”

“He best keep his hands to himself!”

“Bring a sweater.”

“Use protection!”

“SHUT UP, TWO!”

“I’ll be fine!” You reassured.

“Curfew is eight o’ clock.” Darry said.

“Nine.” You argued.

“Eight thirty, take it or you ain’t goin’ missy.”

“Fine. Love you!”

With that you were out the door, your date wasn’t there yet so you took a seat on the front steps.

“What are you doin’?”

You jumped in surprise as your head whirled around to face the voice. It was Dally accompanied by Johnny, they were leaning against the house whilst sharing a cigarette.

“Hello to you too, Dal.” You said with sass laced in your tone.

He chuckled dryly, trailing off as he eyed you. You shifted uncomfortably and turned away from him.

“You look nice, Y/N.” Johnny said quietly.

You turned and sent him a warm smile, “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Where you goin’ off to dressed like that?” Dally asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Why the sudden curiosity?”

He simply shrugged, “Figured you’d be doin’ somethin’ special… you never dress like… that.”

“D-Do you think it looks bad?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it.

He smirked, looking you up and down once more. Silence fell between the three of you for a while.

“Take that as a yes.” You scoffed.

“Nah…” Dally said. “You look smokin’.”

“Really?” You asked. Not once has Dallas Winston ever complimented you, and to be honest you wanted to make sure you heard him right.

“I don’t like repeatin’ myself, doll.” He replied smoothly.

You smirked and averted your gaze from him to the road, a light blush tinted your cheeks. Soon enough, a beat up car came to a stop in front of the house. Your date got out and gestured for you to get in, holding the door for you.

“Looks like that’s him…” You breathed out as you got up.

“He better not try anythin’.” Dallas said lowly.

“Awe, Dal. Didn’t know you cared about me that much.” You teased as you walked down your front steps.

“Shush up, kid.”

His eyes raked your body as he watched you walk away, getting into the guys car. He smirked at you when you shot him one last playful glance before your date drove off.

“I didn’t know the Curtis gal was hot.” Dallas said.

“Best not let her brothers hear you sayin’ stuff like that about her.” Johnny silently warned.

Dallas scoffed, flicking his finished cigarette into the dirt before heading back inside. Johnny followed close behind him.