#dally oneshot

[thewulf]

A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Can you do a Dally or Darry x female reader where reader is having a really difficult time at home (mom and dad are kinda like Johnny's parents and beat up physically and mentally on reader?)... Read Rest Here

A/N: As long as I live I will forever write The Outsiders. Such a unique group to write. This one is tough but I really love it!

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Johnny Cade Sister)

Word Count: 3.3k +

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

As you stumbled through the door of the Curtis household the entire greaser gang turned to look at you. Their expressions shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. Dally was the first to react, his eyes widening in realization as he took in the extent of your injuries.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Dally's voice was gruff but there was an underlying edge of worry as he approached you. His movements were surprisingly gentle as he took in your battered appearance. His usually stern expression softened which revealed a glimpse of the concern that lurked beneath his tough exterior.

You could feel the weight of their stares. Their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that they were shocked by the state you were in, and the realization only made you feel more vulnerable. Because for as bad as you felt you just knew you looked 10 times worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time he didn’t seem to want to stop.

"I-I... I had a run-in with my old man," you managed to choke out. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought to hold back the tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. You’d done so good escaping it was suddenly catching up to you what you had just gone through. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. A painful reminder of the nightmare you couldn't escape.

Steve's jaw clenched tight with anger as he took in your bruised and bloodied face, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage. "He’s gonna pay for this, I swear."

Dally's expression darkened at your words. His features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'll kill him," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His words hung heavy in the air as it was a promise of retribution that sent a shiver down your spine. The scary part was that you knew he would kill him given the chance. It was one thing with Johnny… but when he saw you so battered he found a rage not even he knew he had.

Instinctively you flinched at his declaration. The raw intensity in his voice triggering a flood of memories you wished you could forget. You had already endured so much, the wounds—both physical and emotional—still fresh and raw. The thought of more violence only served to deepen the pit of dread that churned in your stomach. Sure, you grew up with the greasers but it never made the violence and threats of it any easier.

As if sensing your reaction Dally's eyes softened with remorse. A pang of guilt flickering across his features. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering uncertainly over your shoulder before finally making the gentlest contact. He was afraid of the bruises underneath your clothes, the ones he couldn’t see. "Hey," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his earlier words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For all his tough exterior there was a vulnerability in Dally that few ever got to see. A glimpse of the boy beneath the cocky attitude that he showed all too often. As you looked into his eyes you saw not just the anger and the pain, but also the deep-seated compassion that he tried so hard to conceal. His presence was a balm to your battered soul. A reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

Dally's sharp gaze hardened as he turned to the group just staring at the scene unfolding before them. "Get the hell out of here if you ain’t gonna be useful," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space guys." The rest of the gang exchanged uneasy glances before nodding in agreement, understanding the need for solitude in such a vulnerable moment. With one last look of concern, they filed out of the room leaving you and Dally in a cocoon of quiet solidarity.

As Soda made to leave with them Dally stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Soda, wait," he said, his voice softer now, filled with urgency. "Get the first aid kit and a warm towel. We need to clean her up." Soda nodded in understanding, a determined look crossing his features as he hurried off to retrieve the supplies.

As Soda hurried off to retrieve the supplies, Dally turned his attention back to you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hang in there, sweetheart," he said softly. His voice laced with reassurance as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We'll get you patched up real quick."

You managed a weak smile. So grateful for his comforting words amidst the raging emotions swirling inside you. Despite the pain and the fear that still lingered there was a sense of relief knowing that you were in capable hands. You were being taken care of the boy who cared deeply for your well-being.

A knowing smile just ghosted over Soda's lips as he returned with the first aid kit and a warm towel. He was silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between you and Dally. He knew how much Dally had loved you for so long. And seeing the two of you together now filled him with a bittersweet sense of pride. He’d never seen Dallas so gentle.

With practiced efficiency, Dally and Soda set to work cleaning and dressing your wounds. Their movements gentle yet purposeful as they tended to each cut and bruise with care. Dally's hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked. A stark contrast to the roughness you had come to expect from him. However, even he wasn’t perfect. There was a moment when Dally accidentally pressed a little too hard on one of your bruises causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Instantly his expression shifted. A look of sadness crossing his features as he realized his mistake.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice filled with genuine remorse as he gently pulled back, his hands hovering uncertainly over your injured skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be more careful, I promise."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was layered with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen from him before. A stark reminder that beneath his tough exterior there was that vulnerability he tried so hard to conceal. You saw not just the pain and the regret in his eyes but also the profound sense of care and affection that he held for you.

"It's okay, Dally, really" you reassured him, your voice soft as you reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I know you didn't mean it. I’m so lucky to have you."

His gaze softened at your words. A small flicker of gratitude passing between you as you shared a moment of understanding. Despite the rough edges and the scars that marked his soul there was a gentleness to Dally that few ever got to see. A side of him that he reserved for those he held closest to his heart. A side that only seemed reserved for you.

With a nod of appreciation Dally resumed his careful ministrations. His touch lighter and more cautious than before. And as he worked to tend to your wounds with a renewed focus, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the boy who had always been there for you. Always, no questions asked.

As Dally apologized profusely and you reassured him, Soda noticed the exchange between you two. Sensing the depth of emotion in the room he took a step back giving you and Dally a moment of privacy. There was that knowing look in Soda's eyes, an acknowledgment of the connection between you and Dally. With a subtle nod Soda retreated to give you both some space. His intuition telling him that this was a moment that needed to be shared between just the two of you. As he busied himself with tidying up the first aid supplies before exiting the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest for the two of you.

Once Dally finished tending to your wounds with careful precision a flood of emotions washed over you. Threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. The physical pain had subsided only to be replaced now by a tidal wave of raw emotion that surged through your veins like a raging river. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to contain the torrent of feelings that threatened to consume you. It wasn't just the pain of your injuries that brought you to tears, but the weight of everything you had endured, the fear, the loneliness, the relentless cycle of abuse that had plagued your life for so long.

You cried for your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. Your Johnny. You cried for the father who had betrayed your trust as his fists rained down upon you with a cruelty that knew no bounds. But most of all you cried for Dally, for his unexpected gentleness and the overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that he had provided in your darkest hour.

As you sat with Dally in the quiet intimacy of the room you felt a sense of release wash over you. A cathartic release of pent-up emotion that had been building inside you for far too long. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks you knew that you were not alone. That you were loved and cherished by the one person who had always been there for you, offering his unwavering support and understanding in the face of adversity.

As your tears flowed Dally's heart ached with a depth of emotion he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge before. Without hesitation, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap, cradling you against his chest with a tenderness that was so different than his tough exterior. His arms wrapped around you protectively creating a safety that enveloped you both.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering support. In the quietness of the moment, he whispered words of comfort and encouragement. His voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.

Feeling your sobs intensify he tightened his embrace. His hold on you was firm yet gentle as if trying to absorb some of the pain that wracked your body and soul. With each shuddering breath you took he squeezed you tighter. His touch was a silent reassurance that he was there for you. He would never let you face your demons alone.

"You're safe now, sweetheart," he murmured. His breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out. I'm here for you."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain. With each gentle stroke of his hand against your back, he offered you solace and understanding, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.

"It's okay to cry," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I swear it."

His heart broke for you, for the girl he cared for more deeply than he dared to admit. In that moment, as he held you close, he wished he could take away all the pain and suffering you had endured, to shield you from the cruelties of the world with nothing more than his love.

As time passed your sobs gradually subsided leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness and exhaustion. In the quiet aftermath of your tears, you took a shaky breath. Your chest still tight with emotion. Dally held you close.

Feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy sigh you finally found the strength to speak. Your voice trembling with the weight of the words you had kept buried deep within your heart.

"I miss him," you spoke. Your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke of your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. "I miss Johnny so much it hurts."

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as you thought of your brother who had been forced to run away. His pure innocence stolen by the cruelty of the world.

"I miss the way things used to be," you continued. Your voice filled with longing as you spoke of a time before your father's descent into darkness, before the alcohol and the violence tore your family apart. "I miss when my dad wasn't a drunk, when he was still my dad, you know?"

Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the innocence you had lost, of the life that seemed so distant and foreign now. In the safety of Dally's embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

As you spoke of missing Johnny, Dally's embrace tightened. His arms offering you a sense of strength and stability amidst the chaos of your emotions. His voice was gentle as he responded. His words a quiet reassurance in the face of your pain.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We all miss him. But you know Johnny, he's resourceful as hell. And with Pony by his side? Those two can handle anything."

There was a quiet conviction in Dally's voice. It was a steadfast belief in Johnny's resilience that offered you a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Despite the uncertainty of his fate, you found comfort in Dally's unwavering confidence. He was a reminder that you were not alone in your worries for your brother.

"And your dad..." Dally trailed off, his voice heavy with sympathy as he spoke of the man who had once been your protector, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. "He's not the man you remember, I know. But that ain't your fault, darlin'. None of this is."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not to blame for the sins of your father, that you deserved love and happiness just as much as anyone else. In the safety of his embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

But even as the tears continued to fall, you knew that you were not alone. That Dally was there for you and always ready to offer his unwavering support and understanding in the face of your pain. As you clung to each other in the quiet darkness you found solace in the simple act of being together.

As your emotions opened you realized your love for him wasn't triggered by a simple moment. But rather by a complex series of events that had been building up over time. It was the culmination of countless conversations, shared moments, and lingering glances that had slowly but surely chipped away at the walls around your heart.

It started with the little things. Like the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, the whispered confessions and shared secrets that bound you together in ways you couldn't explain. But it was also the bigger moments. The ones that left you reeling with emotion and uncertainty. There was a time you called, and he showed up at your door in the middle of the night. No questions he was there as his face drawn and tired, and you knew without a doubt that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

As you looked into his eyes and saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at you, something shifted inside you. It was as if all the pieces fell into place like a puzzle finally coming together after years of searching. And in that moment, you knew. You knew that you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer, that you had to tell him how you felt, no matter the consequences.

So, you took a deep breath. Steeling yourself for what was to come, and you let the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion. It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was true. And it was exactly what you needed to say.

"I... Dally, I just... I don't even know where to start," you began. Your voice trembling with emotion as you struggled to find the right words. "But I can't keep it in any longer. I think... no, I know I... I love you. Like, really love you."

Your admission hung heavy in the air, a confession so raw and honest that it left you feeling exposed, vulnerable. But as you looked into Dally's eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, you knew that you had made the right decision to speak your truth.

"I know it sounds crazy," you continued, your words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's true. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. And it's not just because you're always there to clean up my messes or protect me from the world, although you do a damn good job of that. It's because... because I genuinely care about you, Dallas Winston. I care about you more than I ever thought possible. And it scares me sometimes, how much I care."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you bared your soul to him, laying your feelings bare for the world to see. But as you spoke, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you had finally spoken the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.

"And I know it's a lot to take in," you concluded, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The intensity of your confession hanging between you like a tangible thing. And then as if a switch had been flipped, the hardness in Dally's eyes melted away. Replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within him.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth gradually blossoming into a grin that lit up his entire face. It was a grin like you'd never seen before. A grin that reached all the way to his eyes filling them with a light you hadn't realized was missing.

His fingers brushed gently against your tear-stained cheeks. His touch tender and affectionate as he cupped your face in his hands. There was a sense of wonder in his expression, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, as if he had never dared to hope for this moment.

"Damn, sweetheart," he breathed. His voice tinged with awe. "I never knew you had it in you. Talking like that. But I'm glad you did. Because, hell, I love you too. I always have."

His words sent a rush of warmth through you. A feeling of elation that bubbled up from deep within your chest. And as you looked into his eyes, shining with a happiness you had never seen before, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something real and true and utterly perfect.

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[cherrycocaineee]

34. Dallas Winston - Please Don’t Be In Love With Someone Else

* Warning: smut! *

To everyone’s surprise, Tim Shepard was incredible with children especially when they were hysterically crying after hurting themselves. If it hadn’t been for your little brother, who at the ripe age of three enjoyed jumping off of high surfaces when he was alone for no more than a second, then no one would have seen this softer side of Tim. While everyone else was teasing the man as he placed a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bandage on the child’s skinned knee while whispering he’d be alright, you couldn’t help the way your heart throbbed at the scene. And that’s when it started, down at the very bottom of your beating organ the tiniest, insignificant feeling of a crush was starting to blossom. It was a silly feeling, nothing that mattered at all because there were so many things about Tim Shepard you couldn’t stand. In fact, it was so funny to you, you decided to mention it to everyone, and like you’d hoped they would, they laughed about it. Even Tim Shepard, who knew there was nothing to the little crush you harbored.

“Well at least she gave you a way to get chicks!” Sodapop laughed.

And it was all fun and games amongst everyone. Tim even walked over to you, nudging your arm lightly.

“I can take you on a date,” he snickered, “get it out of your system.”

That caused another wave of rowdy laughter throughout the house. Everyone was having such a good time poking fun at your little crush towards Tim that no one, not even you, noticed the brooding Dallas Winston huffing in the corner with a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t find your crush on Tim Shephard all that amusing, probably because he was head over heels in love with you. But no one knew, not even Johnny, who Dally was incredibly close to. You weren’t like the other broads he’d ever met, Soc or Greaser; there was something warm about the way you laughed, something gentle and caring by the way you made sure everyone ate, you were friendly even when people didn’t deserve it, and no matter how many times you cried yourself into a mess, you put other people’s emotions before your own. He found you enduring, beautiful, selfless, and absolutely amazing but he’d never admit it to anyone. Which was why he was in this situation now; having to listen to all of his friends and you talk about your crush on Tim Shepard.

Honestly, he didn’t see the appeal. So damn what if Tim was great with kids, he could do that too. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. However, as the week went by, he found himself being scolded by parents of children he made cry. It wasn’t his fault they found him scary looking or that he wasn’t nice and soothing like typical people were when it came to children. He didn’t even like kids; they cried too much, there was always drool dripping from their mouths or snot bubbling at their nose, they asked for too much, and they were annoying.

A frustrated sigh left Dally’s lips as he plopped down on the Curtis’s couch. It was a Saturday, so everyone, with the exception of you, were sitting around Darry’s house enjoying their weekend and watching terrible tv. All of them turned their attention to their pouting friend.

“What’s the matter with you?” Darry questioned.

“Nothin’,” Dally huffed, not wanting to get into his failed attempt to get along with children for your sake.

“I saw you earlier,” Ponyboy stated while spooning some eggs into his mouth, “you made some kid cry and got yelled at by their mom.”

Dally scoffed, glaring angrily at Ponyboy for even mentioning his failure.

“Why’d you make a kid cry?” Two-Bit snickered.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose!” Dally snapped, “I was trying to impress someone,”

It all came out before Dally could even stop himself. Now they were all curiously sitting on the edge of their seats eyeing him suspiciously.

“We didn’t know you were into someone,” Steve stated, “who’s the lucky gal?”

“You aren’t that stupid, are ya?” Two-Bit laughed, “I remember a certain someone admitting they had a crush on Tim Shepard simply because he was great with kids.”

And while the scowl on Dally’s face seemed to deepen, the gears in everyone’s heads started to turn and click at the realization that Dallas Winston was desperately in love with you. So desperate that he was willing to be around sticky, stinky kids just to make you feel something, even a little bit, for him. The few times he tried were just practice runs, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you when he decided to do it for real.

“If you like her,” Johnny said, his voice almost too quiet to hear over the rumbling sound of old tv, “just tell her how you feel.”

“Yeah,” Darry stated, “she’s not actually in love with Shepard. She even said so.”

“Maybe he wasn’t listenin’,” Sodapop giggled.

He was listening, he just didn’t want you to love anyone else, no matter how much it was. He swore the next time he saw Tim Shephard he was going to kick his ass but that was no more than a silent threat considering it wasn’t his fault you felt the way you did. All he knew was he didn’t want them talking about it anymore, at any second, you would walk through that door and how unsettling would it be for you to find out Dally’s feelings while his friends are trying to give him advice. Dally always saw himself as prideful, so that would be an awful situation.

As if right on cue, you came trudging through the door in your diner outfit letting your bag drop to the floor beside the front door. Your face was contorted into exhaustion and a few of your hair were misplaced but you didn’t bother with it. Everyone stopped talking about Dally’s crush on you immediately.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, voice hoarse from all the orders you had to call out and customers you had to speak to, “How’s it going?”

“Great,” Two-Bit said, smiling brightly with no indication that they were discussing Dally’s love life, “How was work?”

“I almost quit today. I swore to myself if one more person smacked my ass, I was leaving,” you stated, rolling your eyes in the process as you plopped down beside Dally, “but Tim made it all better when he brought me some coffee during my break.”

There were two things to be mad at according to Dally: some prick smacked you on the ass without your consent and Tim made you feel better today instead of him. This was getting worse and worse.

Dally gripped the side of the couch, and he wished he had a pack of cigarettes on him because it would keep him from aggressively chewing on the inside of his cheek. While the boys seemed to notice, you didn’t and Dally was starting to think that you were irritably clueless of the situation in the room. And he couldn’t take it anymore, so he pushed himself off the couch and stormed out the house, slamming the screen door shut behind him. Your eyes widened at Dally’s sudden action. You had noticed that he had started acting weird all week; barely looking you in the eyes, not really saying anything to you, leaving when you showed up. It was like Dally wanted nothing to do with you anymore, which was painful really because you and Dally were close. Not as close as he was to Johnny but close enough.

“What’s wrong with him?” You questioned, turning to the boys who had grown eerily quiet.

“Well…” Steve started but was cut off by Ponyboy.

“He’s just havin’ a hard time tellin’ some girl he like her,” he stated.

“That’s why he’s been so upset this whole week? Because of a girl? Why doesn’t he ask her out or something? I’ve never seen him this messed up about one girl before.”

“These are all new emotions for Dally,” Darry stated, the big brother voice coming out, “we’ll just all need to be supportive however we can.”

And that left a question rumbling through your tired head: How were you supposed to be supportive and help if Dally wouldn’t even look at you?

You spent a little more time with your friends before you went to pick up your little brother, running a little later than you’d have liked. When you did arrive at your brother’s daycare to pick him up, Dally was standing beside the fence smoking a cigarette, looking much calmer than he previously was. Without hesitation, you approached him.

“Dally,” you called, voice sweet and welcoming as it was with any of your friends, “what are you doing here?”

“Figured you’d be late,” he hummed, throwing the butt of the cigarette to the ground, “so I came up here to watch your brother until you got here.”

A large grin spreaded against your lips, the sparkle in your eyes blinding in the sunlight that was starting to set. You didn’t even need to say thank you, though you said it anyway, because Dally could see it in your eyes that you were grateful that he was looking out for your brother when you made small mistakes like being late. You ran over to the teacher, the ends of your diner skirt bouncing with each movement you made, and apologized for your tardiness before collecting your brother.

“It was no trouble at all,” she chirped, “he’s a perfect child. Have you considered adopting him yet?”

It was a topic that was frequently discussed during pickups. With both y’alls parents being deceased, that left you as the sole provider for your brother even if you were barely an adult, but you’d rather die first before letting anyone other than yourself get custody of him.

“I have,” you admitted, “that’s why I’m working so much now. I need the money to start.”

“Well we’ll help however we can,” she said, then patted your shoulder and let you be on your way.

You carried your brother back over to Dally who was still waiting for you at the fence, a new cigarette sitting between his lips. He offered to walk the two of y’all home since the sun was starting to go down and it was dangerous for the two of you to be walking home alone. And by the time the three of y’all made it to your house, your brother was crying for something to eat. You invited Dally inside and he took up your offer, watching as you began to make your brother something to eat. His menu consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, they were his favorite shape and he wouldn’t eat it any other way, some carrot stick with a bit of ranch, not too much because ranch wasn’t too good for you, and pieces of strawberries cut into pieces so he wouldn’t eat the strawberry butts because he would if given the chance.

As you made your brother’s food, Dally sat across from you watching every move you made. He didn’t like kids, but he loved watching you take care of your brother. You seemed so relaxed and in the zone, that nothing else could take your focus away from taking care of the only part of your family you had left.

When you were finished making his dinner, you let him watch reruns of Scooby Doo as he ate. That left you alone with Dally until it was bedtime. Luckily you had tomorrow off so you didn’t have to worry about bath time tonight because honestly, your legs were barely staying up as it was.

“Are you hungry?” You asked Dally, quirking your head to the side.

“Nah,” he muttered, “I ate a little bit ago.”

You nodded your head.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat,” he continued, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you could see something desperate in them that was hard to pinpoint.

“I’m not hungry,” you said, “Just tired.”

“I can leave?”

“It’s okay for now. I still have to get him ready for bed and everything.”

The muscles in his shoulders seemed to relax as he settled back into his seat comfortably. You wanted to bring up what the guys had told you earlier, about Dally being in love with someone, but you weren’t sure how. It was odd to know that there was a girl out there making Dally feel this way, he was known for casually hooking up and dumping girls left and right. The idea amused you, so you went for it.

“So the guys said something about you being head over heels for some girl,” you started off, Dally’s eyes flickering up to you, “I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, averting his eyes.

You weren’t even sure if you should continue pressing the matter, you didn’t want to make him angry. You could handle his outburst but your brother would get scared and it wasn’t something you wanted to deal with tonight. So instead, you changed the conversation.

“Well I also wanted to let you know,” you changed the topic, “we’re all going to the park on Saturday. I’ll be making lunch for everyone if you wanna join. Everyone will be there, even Tim.”

A scowl appeared on Dally’s face as he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

“I’m so damn tired of hearin’ that guys name,” he grumbled, keeping his voice down.

“He’s your friend,” you giggled, “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anythin’ to me. I’m just tired of everyone kissin’ the ground he walks on.”

And now you were really confused because everyone was merely treating Tim Shephard like any ordinary friend.

“No one’s kissing the ground he walks on, Dally,” you argued, “he’s our friend. He’s welcome to join in on our activity if he wants to like anyone else we know. Why are you so mad at him?”

“Why are you defendin’ him?” Dally snapped, “You sleep with him? We all heard how you’re in love with him! How was he?”

By this time, your brother was looking at the two of you, inching himself behind the wall further but keeping an eye on y’all. But besides that, there were fresh tears in your eyes from the accusation being thrown at you. You couldn’t cry though, not in front of your little brother and sure as hell not in front of Dallas Winston. Instead, you gripped your hands into a fist at your side and glared at him, feeling a single tear fall from your face. For the first time ever, there was remorse and regret splashed on Dally’s face.

“Get the hell out of my house, Winston!” You snapped, “Now!”

You stormed past him and pulled the front door open; he came over to you.

“Wait,” he said, “let’s talk about this.”

“No.”

You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pushed him out of your house before slamming the door shut. You could hear the sound of his footsteps walking down the steps. Your brother, fortunately, wasn't crying, but was still scared. Smiling, shoving your tears away, you approached him and picked him up, carrying him to his bedroom to put him to bed. He kept asking you if you were okay and you promised him that you were, even though you weren’t. After reading him a bedtime story, he was knocked out, so you retired to your room and bawled your eyes out.

A week went by and you barely left the house. Instead of dropping your brother off at daycare, you took him to the diner with you. You didn’t even go to the park with everyone like you had originally planned, and when they knocked on your door that day, you ignored them because you felt ashamed. The only one you did speak to because they had seen you walking home was Darry. He was nice enough to give you and your brother a ride home. While your brother slept, Darry asked if everything was okay and because you saw him as the parental figure you desperately missed, you told him about the argument you and Dally had at your place. Rightfully so, he was pissed off at Dally.

And when Darry saw Dally again, he let him have it.

“Are you outta your mind?!” He snapped, “If you can’t get a hold of your damn emotions, fine! But you aren’t goin’ to take it out of her. She’s too damn kind and too damn carin’.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out,” Dally argued, “but by the time I realized what I said, it was too late, she didn’t want to talk.”

“I don’t blame her. But you’re gonna make it right. You hear me, or you won’t be welcome back to my home until you sort yourself out.”

Everyone knew that Darry was serious because he never threatened to keep anyone from his house, so Dally refused to say anything that would cause a bigger hole in his relationship with Darry or anybody.

That night, Dally went to your house, hoping that you were still awake and that you would be willing to talk to him. He knocked three times on your front door before you opened up. Seeing your face for the first time in a week almost knocked the wind out of him. Even with tears, fresh and dry, streaking your tired face, you were beautiful. He wanted more than anything to grab you and kiss you, make everything alright.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, voice no longer filled with joy but with sadness.

“Can we talk please?” He asked, the word “please” rolling off his tongue foreignly.

You hesitated, not wanting to let him in at all, especially not while your brother was asleep. But you knew he wouldn’t stop, coming back everyday to talk to you, hell, he’d even show up at your job. You couldn’t have that. So you nodded and pulled the door open, gesturing for him to come inside. Dally walked through your door and you shut it again, locking it so that no one could get in.

“What do you want to talk about?” You muttered, your eyes never meeting him.

“About that night a week ago,” he replied, “I want to apologize for what I said and my actions.”

“Because you’re actually sorry or because Darry made you come over here?”

The answer was both but it didn’t seem right to tell you that. But it didn’t seem right to lie either.

“Both,” Dally admitted, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still sorry, even if Darry told me to come over. I’ve only been keepin’ my distance because I knew you didn’t want to see me.”

“And I still don’t,” you snapped out, “so you tell me why I shouldn’t kick you out.”

“Because we’re friends and because I’m sorry.”

“No. That’s not good enough. Friends don’t say the shit you said to each other. So if you want me to believe your half ass apology, I’m gonna need more. For example, what the hell has been your problem lately?”

Another thing that Dally loved about you was that you could be incredibly feisty when you wanted.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest waiting for an answer. Dally sighed, running his hands through his hair, frustration clear.

“Fine,” he huffed, “you wanna know? I had to listen to all of you joke about your crush with Shepard while I’m sittin’ over here dyin’ to tell you that I love you. Dyin’ to tell you how much you mean to me and how I want nothin’ more than to hold you when you cry. I can’t get your laugh out of my head, I can’t sleep at night because you wander my dreams, and hell, I pray that the next time I see you, I’ll get to see your smile or hear your voice.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. You didn’t think that this girl he had been in love with could have been you. You never thought of yourself as special like that to anyone, that and your life was filled with work, taking care of your brother, and adopting him. Yeah you spent time with your friends but you never thought you’d be someone they loved.

“Y-you love me?” You questioned, your voice not louder than a mouse.

“Of course I love you,” he admitted again, “that’s why I’ve been so upset lately. And it’s no excuse for the things I said to you the other night. I shouldn’t have been so…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I forgive you, Dally.”

A smile appeared on his face and he hugged you. Your head was buried into his chest and you couldn’t help smiling at the familiar smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne.

“And just so you know,” you continued, “a crush is a crush, Dally. Nothing more. Real love is more than some silly feeling of fascination.”

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling up at his bright, brown eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he dipped his head down and kissed you. The taste of cigarette smoke touched your taste buds when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It was familiar and welcoming. You ran your fingers up his chest and then wrapped around his neck. He gripped your waist tight, holding you in place as the kiss heated up. Pretty soon, he was shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulder before pushing you backwards towards your bedroom which luckily the door was open. Inside your room, Dally grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head revealing your flesh. Your breasts were almost popping out of your bra and Dally was practically drooling at the sight of it. He pushed you onto the bed gently, the covers crinkling underneath your weight. You watched as he removed his own shirt, undid his belt, before climbing back on top of you. His lips attached themselves to your neck instead of your lips. His tongue swirled around the subtle flesh of your neck causing a gentle moan to leave your lips.

“Dally,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

“Shh,” he whispered, grinning against you, “you’ll wake your brother up. We don’t want that.”

He pushed himself between your thighs and caused a small amount of friction against your clothed cunt. It felt like he was doing all this on purpose, to tease you, knowing that you couldn’t be loud. You bite your bottom lip hard causing a small tear in the skin. The metallic taste of blood coating her tongue. Dally unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of your body, revealing the pretty panties you had decided to wear. Not on purpose, you were just behind on laundry and these were what you had. That didn’t stop him from grinning at the sight of them cupping the flesh of your lower half. He bent his head down and kissed the inside of your thigh, a moan leaving his throat at the scent alone.

“Dally, please,” you muttered, cheeks burning as you felt yourself grow wetter behind the fabric of your panties.

“Needy little thing,” he said, standing back up and removing his own pants and underwear.

There was no time to be wasted, both of you were craving each other so much that y’all’s skin was burning hot to the touch. Dally pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers barely gripping your chin as he removed your panties with one hand. He threw the set to the side and moved on to your bra, unclipping it expertly. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful than you laid out before him. He laid you down, admiring every inch of you.

“So pretty,” he hummed, his head tilting as he watched you.

Your cute, little cunt was glistening with wetness and it only made him harder. He licked the drool off of his lips. He bent your legs as he positioned himself between you. Almost immediately your legs wrapped around Dally’s muscular torso; he positioned himself against your hole and rubbed his tip against your folds.The two of you moaned in each other's mouths, your eyes squeezing shut as Dally pushed into you. He was larger than you expected, wide too. With each inch of him going inside of you, your spongy walls could feel every vein that decorated him. There was a mix of pleasure and pain and you couldn’t help but bite down on his shoulder. He hissed at the erupting pain from your bite.

When he was finally inside you completely, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. You nodded your head, giving him permission and he moved. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, lips inches apart as he picked up his pace. The bed creaked from the sudden movement and the headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, luckily, not loud enough to wake your brother. Your head tilted back, giving Dally full access to your neck. He latches his lips against your flesh and leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses there; deep growls left rumbled through his throat sending a vibration up your neck. It tickled, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the sensation. Dally moved one hand to your thigh and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “you feel better than I ever imagined, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you moaned, “faster, Dally.”

“Whatever my sweetheart wants.”

His pace quickened, and alongside that his thrust became harder. You could feel the tip of his cock poking your cervix. He took his hand off your thigh and placed it down on your throat, tightening his grip only enough to make you feel dazed but not enough to cut off your oxygen supply completely. With his hand on your throat, he forced you to look at him, wanting to see the dazed, fucked out expression on your face as he continued to abuse your tight pussy. Fresh tears spilled from your doe like eyes as you watched him furrow his brow, the pleasure he felt increasing with each snap of his hips.

“Only I can have you this way,” he grumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair clinging to his tanned skin, “Shepard could never make you feel like this, understand me? No one could ever make you feel like this. Got that? You belong to me.”

Normally something like that would piss you off but the way he had you pressed into the mattress with his cock practically claiming every inch of your insides made you feel intoxicated. You couldn’t even answer him when he said it, just nodding your head as drool slipped from your partly open lips.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “can’t even speak, that’s how good I’m making you feel right now. Fuck…you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezin’ me so well, doll.”

By this point, neither one of you could keep your moans down. All of your senses were dulled from pleasure and lust that you felt too drunk to care even if the neighbors heard. You were just glad your door was shut, and hopefully locked.

Dally pulled himself off of you, his hand unclamping from your neck. He picked your legs up and threw them over his broad shoulders. The sight in front of him felt almost illegal: your breasts in full, plain sight, your hands sitting tiredly beside your head tangled in the strands of your unkempt hair, the glistening sheen of sweat the coated every inch of your perfect body, and he got a full view of his cock digging deep into your cunt. His eyes rolled backwards as he rolled his hips roughly, hearty growls and moans puncturing the air as they left him. He dug his nails into your skin and you arched your back at the sensation of pain mixing with the adulterated pleasure.

“Fuck,” you cried out, fresh tears spilling over, “Dally, I’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence because he wouldn’t let you. All he wanted was to feel you cum all over him. He snuck his hand down and rubbed your aching clit in quick, circular motions as his thrust became more erratic. His eyes darkened at the sight of your body starting to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm was approaching fast and he couldn’t wait. He was greedy. He wanted the confirmation that you’d only ever cum on his cock ever, that some silly crush couldn’t compare to having him. You’d be begging for more after this was all over and that’s what he was hoping for.

“D-Dally,” you cried out, “I can’t.”

“Let go, doll,” he moaned out, “cum for me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you were shaking as your orgasm hit hard; your body arched, your pupils as they rolled backwards, your cries and moans became silent, and your hands gripped the bedding tightly. Dally’s face screwed into pleasure, too much pleasure. The sigh of you, the feeling of you tightening and soaking him, it was all too much.

“Sh-shit,” he hissed, his movements becoming sloppier with each stroke.

Your legs fell off his shoulders and he fell on top of you as the pleasure rippled through him like unsteady waves in the ocean. He buried his head into your neck, your tired arms wrapped around him as he pumped himself in and out of you.

“Sh-shit,” he cussed again, “I-I’m cumming, fuck.”

Quickly, he pulled out of you and pumped his load right onto your stomach; breathy gasp made both of you aware of the intensity of his own orgasm. He couldn’t even hold himself up anymore when he was finished. He laid down right on top of you, the smell of sweat, sex, and anything else covering y’all’s senses as exhaustion lolled y’all to sleep.

Dally was first to fall asleep, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling into his hair before dozing off yourself.

[18caramel]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫! (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐡𝐜𝐬! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

A/N I hate spiders ewwww but here you go. no spiders were harmed :) no specific terms for the reader ♡ pics from Pinterest

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

when Soda hears you scream "oh my, it's huge!" Darry gives him a weird look but laughs it off

he immediately rushes into his room to see what was happening

he sees you standing on top of the bed, terrified

he doesn't understand at first and jokes about it

but then sees that you are very overwhelmed and tries to comfort you

when he takes off his shoe you beg him to let it run away or take it outside

he giggles and tries to catch it and you kind of forget your fear for a moment

he's so gentle with it just like with any other creature when he finally catches it with a towel

you watch him let it go and then ask him to wash his hands

Soda rolls his eyes but goes

when he comes back you pull him into a tight hug

you both fall on top of the bed and Soda mocks you, saying "if it was huge, I must be giant"

you roll your eyes at him and he pulls you into a passionate kiss

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

you were hanging Curtis’ clothes outside to dry because it was a summer evening

Darry was tired from his shift so he was smoking a cigarette on the porch

suddenly you scream as you see a huge black spot on the white t-shirt

Darry rushes to come and help you out but you both get stuck in the wet bedsheet that you just hung up

both of you fell on the floor laughing about it

but now you have to wash it again

and then you see the spider crawling on Darry's hair

you scream again but can't get up

Darry can't stop laughing at you

he gently takes the spider WITH HIS BARE HANDS and throws it far away

when you both get up he spins you around, still happy about what has happened

you apologize for falling down and wrecking the clothes

he kisses you on your forehead saying it was okay and he actually had fun

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

you were driving with him, headed home

he was talking to you about his promotion when all of a sudden you saw a spider

Steve is very pissed at you for making his heart stop

you understand in a way because you were on the road

but he gets it too, he knows you hate them

he pulls up to a random house and tries to catch it, but you can't be emotionally there because you feel trapped

when he finally gets it out of the car he comes over to you to give you a hug

you cry into his shoulder because you got very emotional and scared

even if Steve is very tired from his shift and also dirty he pulls you into a hug

he tells you that it's okay

he reminds you that it was harmless but knows you won't ever listen

you thank him for being there for you

but you still can't forget about it when you get inside

Steve turns on the radio and you dance together

you are so happy to be with him and he's soooo happy too! aw

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

you almost faint when you see a spider in Dally’s bathroom

there was a huge party at Buck's so Dally is waiting for you in his room, making sure nobody would storm inside

when he hears you scream he straight away pulls out his g*n

you ran out of the bathroom half naked yelling about a spider

you ask him if he was really about to use it on a freaking spider and you laugh so hard

but Dally is not in a mood so he is really about to show you that he's capable of doing it

but lets go of that idea as soon as he realizes that you are half naked

he kind of wants to make out

but you tell him that he has to get rid of it immediately

as he tries to catch it you are even more terrified

Dallas is mocking you when he catches it with a cup

you ask him if he's going to let it escape but he says no

you get mad at him and go to bed

he knows you are watching him slowly open the window and let the spider go

he rolls his eyes when he sees you giggling

"now you owe me" he says, taking your hand to go and shower together ;)

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

when you call Ponyboy to rescue you he is so freaking nervous but tries to hide it

you saw it crawling near his books

when you tell him where you saw it, he panics even more

you jump on the bed, waiting for your hero to do something

he wants to laugh it off but can't

Pony is too scared to ruin one of his books so he lifts each one carefully trying to spot your enemy

Pony could never kill a spider

so when he finds it he slides it on a piece of paper and goes to throw it outside the window

you give him a peck on his cheek making him blush

he gets sooooo shy but also proud of himself

you go and lie down together on the bed

you know he was scared too but chose not to say anything about it

he is acting all heroic and you secretly love it

(yes he will check if anything happened to his books when you leave)

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

Johnny hates spiders

but he loves you more (duh)

so when he hears you scream in your room, he rushes back from the kitchen to help you

neither of you can spot it any longer, so you both fall asleep

Johnny is there to comfort you during the night

he tells you that it probably went away

but in the morning when you go to the bathroom you see a giant spider in the corner of the wall

you scream again and run back to your room

this time Johnny takes a deep breath in and takes your slipper

but you tell him that you want it to live

it creates an even bigger challenge because Johnny could never touch it

both of you sit on the bed and talk about your fears

you both decide to do it together

he grabs a piece of paper and you bring a cup

in the end you succeed and let the spider go outside

you are very proud of yourselves for doing something so brave

Johnny is so grateful to have you as a partner

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭

he actually loves spiders and insects and you know it

so when you see a spider in the living room of Curtis' house you run to the kitchen to find him

he was eating cake

he didn't care at first but then was intrigued

he started asking you all sorts of questions like how big and what species it was

you roll your eyes and he laughs

but he knows you despise them so he actually lets go of his cake (wow) and runs into the living room

he makes a joke about the spider wanting to watch Mickey with you

you can't help but laugh too (come on its funny)

Two-Bit gently grabs it and even tries to touch it

you're so disgusted that you leave the room

when he comes back he makes a sad face saying that you're too scared of them

then he jokes that if you want to build the future together you must accept his love for spiders

you playfully slap him saying it will never happen

you both chill on the couch while Two-Bit is busily thinking about naming that spider

then he wants to prank one of his friends (Pony ofc) with it but you talk him out of it (thankfully)

you gently kiss his lips, forever grateful to have someone like him by your side whenever you feel scared.

[dallysnecklace]

can you do a sleepy dally imagine? thank you so much

Sleepy | Dallas Winston

This is so fucking cute It’s sickening

You and Dallas had planned to go out tonight.

Obviously, that didn’t happen.

Dallas had told you about how busy Bucks had been, but you didn’t think it was to the point where he was losing sleep.

But here you were, on your bed, clad in just a tank top and Dals boxers, while he was sleeping like a baby on you.

He’s really cute. His mouth is slightly open and you could hear his soft little breaths. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, not daring to let go. You were laying down, and he was somewhat on top of you, his head landing in the crook of your neck. Your legs were entangled with his, and you could not move without bothering him.

You didn’t want to. He was too precious to bother.

You rarely got to see the side of Dal that was innocent, and one of those times is in his sleep. You could never tell him how adorable he looks, because he would probably never want to sleep again.

He started to make some noise in his sleep.

You ran your hands through his hair lightly and said, “I know, right?” You chuckled at your own joke.

“I just” he sighed, “love you.” He mumbled. You could barely make out what he was saying.

His hand twitched under your shirt and he gripped your waist a little tighter. His mouth was pressed up against your neck, so everything was muffled, but you felt the vibrations on your skin.

“Love you too hunny.” You said back. Even if he was in a semi-conscious state, you will always say it back.

You ran your hands up and down his exposed back, scratching lightly. Your legs were starting to fall asleep, and you were supposed to meet up with the gang soon. You knew Dally didn’t want them to see him all cute and sleepy.

He opened his eyes barely, groaned and started to sit up. He used his hand to prop up his sleepy self on either side of you, and took a few hard blinks. He yawned, ran a hand through his messy hair and mustered out a, “Hey doll.”

“Hey Hun. I’m sorry I woke you, we’re supposed to meet the gang soon.” You looked up at him. All he did was just lay down in the same position and start peppering kisses around your neck. You giggled and you felt him smile into your skin.

“You should be sleepy more you’re so cute.” You laughed out.

“I’m always cute.” He pouted and actually sat up. You stood up from your spot and walked over to his desser, grabbing him a shirt and sweats. You walked back over to the bed and sat down.

“C’mere.” You smiled. He scooted over to you. You lifted up his arms and put on his shirt. You lifted each leg and helped pull up his pants. The whole time he was barely keeping his eyes open.

“Can’t we just stay here and not hang out with everyone?” He pleaded.

“Dallas we promised.” I said to him. Suddenly he grabbed you and started to spoon you, sneaking his hands around your waist.

“Your not leaving.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fine.” You scolded, “only because you haven’t been getting sleep.”

But in truth you were more than happy to take a nap with him.

[spcewild]

dating Dallas Winston . . .

A/N: my masterlist

[miryum]

HIII!! I was wondering if u could do the boys from the outsiders having a waitress Friend and they all show up at her work to bother her and ask her stupid things like “since we’re ur friends this is all free right??” lol💕

Sodapop, followed by Two-Bit and Steve, slid into a booth, smiling widely. You internally groaned as the rest of the gang sat down as well. 

“Hey guys! What can I get you?” You chirped. 

“Ah, really?” Two-Bit sighed dramatically. “You’re using your customer service voice on us?”

“Fine.” Your voice dropped back to its normal tone. “Usual order?” You made eye contact with each of the boys, them nodding in confirmation. “Great.” You scribbled down the orders you had long memorised, asking, “Any other drinks or sides?”

“We’re good.” Darry interrupted before anyone could say anything that could rack up the bill. 

“I wanted Coke!” Soda whined. 

Darry shook his head. “You can get free Coke from the DX. You’re fine with water.”

“Got it,” you winked at the boys before going off and passing their order to the chef. 

The rest of your shift went easily, your other customers being very pleasant. However, whenever you tended to your friends, they always pushed you to ignore your job and sit with them. After their meal was finally done, the boys lazily eating, rapidly talking, and annoying you whenever possible, you smacked down the bill in front of them. 

“W-What’s this?” Steve asked, mouth full of the chocolate cake he ordered. 

“Your bill.” You frowned. “You all come here every week. What do you mean, ‘What is this?’”

“But we’re your friends!” Soda protested, quickly snagging some of Steve’s cake for himself. 

“Yeah…” You were unsure of where this was going. 

“We shouldn’t have to pay!” Two-Bit added on.

“I’m sorry?” You peered at them. “You guys owe ten dollars.” (I did the calculations. This is correct.) “I’m not letting you rob this fine establishment of its money!” You made it a couple seconds before snickering at your own joke. 

“Ten dollars?” Pony’s mouth fell open. “What the hell did you guys order?!”

Darry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cough it up!” He ushered the boys to grab their wallets. Everyone handed in two dollars (except for Dally who only shoved in one dollar and Darry who gave three to make up for Johnny’s single dollar), leaving you with their money and a one dollar tip. (Again, at that time, it's a very good tip.) 

“Two dollars down the drain….” Soda mumbled sadly. 

“Two dollars for your meal.” You corrected, starting to walk away. 

“You’re still hanging out with us after your shift, right?” Johnny called after you. You turned around and gave them a thumbs up, eliciting cheers from the group. 

“Thanks for the food!” Ponyboy yelled out. “It was… decent!” 

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” you remind him, leaving the table to help the other customers.

[brklynbb]

i can't remember if i sent in this request or not😭 but dally either bc or one shot ab reader being on her period and dally taking care of her (soft dally is a thing in my world oksy😭) but only if ur comfortable w that !! <33

YES YES YES soft dally is literally my life😓but it’s genuinely so hard to write because i can’t really see him being super soft, but i promise i tried my hardest !! also it’s literally crazy that there’s no headcanons like this on tumblr

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༊*·˚ period headcanons

dally winston x reader

cw: mention of reader having a uterus, mention of blood & stains, gn!reader, small pregnancy mention?

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- honestly? dally would be absolutely terrified of the fact that you’re literally bleeding out of something that definitely should not be bleeding

- he doesn’t even know how that’s possible, & if he wasn’t so kind to you, he’d be running away

- but, if you’re here, im assuming you want actual softer headcanons, instead of him running away faster than he did from the cops

- i feel like a lot of people would make this a huge ordeal to dally, but he knows your independent and he’ll only be there for things you need him for.

- but he helps you a lot with the little things !!

- he’d steal you some feminine products since he knows how expensive they are

- he’d make sure to get one of every size and brand, because he wants to make sure you don’t bleed on his mattress or anything LMAOO

- after realizing he’s absolutely shit taking care of you, he goes to darry for advice, who tells him to just man up and be a good boyfriend

- and he listens (surprisingly)

- he eventually relaxes and stops worrying about the fact that youre bleeding, or that you might stain his mattress, and just kind of let’s go

- he does worry about you if you’re in a lot of pain, though

- if your cramps are especially bad, he’ll put his warm hand on your stomach to try and help sooth them

- but if that doesn’t work, he’ll find some sort of heat source, wether that be a heating pad or a warm water bottle

- are you the type of person who gets cravings on their period? he’ll gladly ‘borrow’ any food you might be craving

- he may not be the best person on periods if you get emotional or angry quickly, but he’ll try his hardest

- arguments are bound to happen, though, because he might let his temper get the best of him if you get sassy on your period

- he definitely recognizes the fact that these are just hormones, & if you say something snarky, or if you cry during a movie that’s not very cry-able, he’ll try and be there for you

- also the little things OMMGGG

- y know how he talks to johnny in the hospital before he passes??? all soft and kind??? that’s exactly how he talks to you

- and there’s always an arm wrapped around you (this is an everyday thing in your relationship, but it definitely happens a lot more when ur on your period)

- he’s head over heels for you baby, and he’ll do everything in his power to remain calm and kind towards you while you’re going through your period, even if it’s not his favourite time of the month

- he does feel the slightest bit of joy whenever your period comes, though, because that means you’re not pregnant

- because let’s be honest, a mini dallas winston would be chaos, and he knows it

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Fourth of July ☆ Johnny Cade

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I was laying on my bed, like I usually did. My parents didn’t care, as long as I wasn’t bothering them they couldn’t give a damn about me. Being a Socs isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Yea, you might get mustangs and wear nice clothes, but no one actually cares about you. All my friends suck, the only thing they do is talk about each other when their not around. So I ended up becoming friend with a lot of the greasers on the east side. They’re some of the tuffest people I know, and they’re real. After a while of hanging out with them, there was one who always stood out to me. Johnny Cade. He’s such a sweet boy, and he’s handsome too. Too bad his parents treat him the way they do, he dosent deserve it. While I was deep in thought, I heard a knock on my window. I slowly got up from my bed and tried to figure out what the sound had come from when I see dally sitting on my roof. Annoyed, I walk over and open my window.

“Dallas what are you doing here? If my parents see you you’re dead!” I say in a whisper yell.

“Relax, I just came to ask you if you wanted to come watch the fireworks with me and the gang” he replied.

I had completely forgotten it was the Fourth of July.

“Sure I’d like to come, just let me change real quick” I say before closing my curtains and quickly running to my bathroom to change. I wanted to look nice, especially because I knew Johnny would be there. I quickly did my makeup and went back to my room.

“I’m ready” I say as dally moves aside.

I quickly climb out of my window and run out to his car. He sat in the divers seat, I sat in the passengers.

“So, Y/N, you got a boyfriend?” Dally suddenly asks me.

“No, not at the moment, why?” I reply confused.

“No reason, so if you don’t have a boyfriend then you got your eye on anyone?” He adds.

My face flushed red from embarrassment, luckily it was too dark to notice.

“Uhm maybe..I don’t know” I say looking away.

“Awe cmon don’t lie to me” he replies jokingly

“Ok fine” I swallow

“I like Johnny”

“Ooooo” he teases.

“Oh shut your trap Dally” I joked.

“Why’d you wanna know who I liked?” I asked him.

“No reason, just outa curiosity”

I shrugged and watched as we drove through the city. Soon we arrived at the drive-in, and dally took me over to where the gang was sitting.

“Hey guys!” I said running towards them.

“Hey Y/N! have a seat the fireworks are starting soon”. soda replied.

I looked around for a place to sit and the only seat open was one next to Johnny. I walked over and sat down next to him, which make him jump a little.

“Hey Johnny” I asked him.

“Oh hey Y/N” he replies, relieved.

“So how’ve you been?” I add.

“I’ve been pretty decent..how about you?” He replied.

“I’ve been pretty decent as well, just wish my parents would pay attention to me for once” I said.

“Yea i get what you mean, parents suck” he adds.

A few moments later a firework sets off and Johnny suddenly jumps at the loud noise.

“Are you ok?” I ask him

“Yea im fine Y/N don’t worry about me” he adds before another firework sets off.

“Are you sure?” I add.

“I’m sure” he adds.

A few minutes go by and Johnny has his head between his arms and I can’t take it anymore.

“Johnny get up we’re getting out of here” I whisper to him

“What no Y/N I’m fine” he replied as I pulled him up out of his seat.

I grabbed onto his arm and ran with him until we reached the lot. It was much quieter, and you could barely hear the fireworks. We sat down under a tree and watched from there.

“I’m sorry for takin you from the fireworks Y/N” he apologizes.

“What no Johnny you didn’t do anything, I just didn’t want you to have to sit through that” I reply.

A few seconds of silence went by before Johnny says “Your really great Y/N, y’a know that?”.

My face flushes red as I turn to look at him.

“You really think so?” I reply.

“I know so” Johnny says

He then leaned in and kissed me. I quickly melted into the kiss and slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. A few moments later Johnny pulls away, face beet red.

“I-I’m sorry was that too soon?” He asks in a shaky voice.

“Not at all” I say smiling.

“I-I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while now, but I haven’t had the guts to. But would you wanna be my girl?” He asks, looking down at the ground.

“Of course Johnny, id love to” I say before wrapping my arms around him.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Johnny”

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[superiority-complexdotcom]

MASTERLIST

hi!

im a college drop out that takes care of my five little siblings, so you can say im tired, therefore while my requests are always open, i might take a while to get to your request, but i promise i will!

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i do mostly fem!readers just because im a cis women who cant properly portray a genderqueer reader

im pansexual so i do write for women i just havent found a female character that ive latched onto like male characters but if you request a female character, ill write for them!

here are the characters i write for that i can think of right now but that list will definitely expand and dont be afraid to suggest new characters because ill probably write them

(i dont watch anime or read manga so if you suggest an anime character, chances are 100% i wont write about them)

PETER PARKER (TASM)

nothing yet!

BUCKY BARNES

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STEVE ROGERS

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KAI PARKER

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EDDIE MUNSON

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REMUS LUPIN

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GILBERT BLYTHE

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SPENCER REID

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TATE LANGDON

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KYLE SPENCER

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SHERLOCK HOLMES (BBC)

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JASPER HALE

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DALLY WINSTON

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BENNY WEIR

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ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

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[leighbaylee]

💜 ₊˚⊹ — lay me down

parring : dallas winston x platonic older f!reader

summary : pampering a drunk dally.

warnings : intoxication

age of paring : 18 - 20

extra : this comes from a completed one - shot project from wattpad that i had removed. orginal charaters (f!reader’s siblings in book) mentioned!

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 was a guy who liked to party, no matter what day of the week it was.

he had been kicked out of a party hosted by tim shepard. not because he threw up all over his couch, also because he had enough alcohol.

you had never talked to tim like that but this one particular night he called your house phone letting you know dallas would stop by.

❝okay, uh huh, thanks tim have a good night.❞ you hung up the house phone and continued painting your nails.

❝y/n why were you talking to tim shepard?❞ your little brother charlie asked glancing between you and his book.

❝dallas is coming to stay the night, he isn't feeling very well.❞ you said shaking your freshly painted nails waiting for them to dry.

❝he iswnt gonnba slweep on ma bhed!❞ the eldest brother matteo yelled from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth.

❝he won't teo..❞ you whispered as you waited worriedly for dally.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗌? you thought till you heard a click of the front door.

charlie let dally in and closed the door as soon as he stepped inside the toizer household to prevent cold air coming in.

❝dallas are you okay!?❞ you whispered yelled trying not to give him a headache.

❝mhm yea m' tired.❞ you looked up at his eyes forcing themselves open.

❝charlie go call matteo and help dallas get comfortable, im going to set the bed for him.❞

you said as charlie groaned as a protest but still complied.

you ran inside your bed room and removed your clothes and stuffed animals outta the way. you even fluffed the pillows for him and got a blanket for him.

you turned to the noises of your brothers grunting to push dallas into your room, clearly struggling.

❝finally!❞ matteo yelled as you shushed him not wanting dallas to get irritated.

they left and you sat on your vanity chair and took off dallas boots and his leather jacket and placed it on a place he can easily spot it.

you placed the blanket as dally shifted his position to get more comfortable, you felt giddy knowing dally was safe in the comfort of your home.

❝good night dallas..❞ you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

❝i love you y/n.❞ dallas mumbled in response and you replied with ❝love you more dally, get some sleep.❞

you grabbed chocolate coins from your jewelry box and placed them on top of the nightstand so dally could have a sweet treat when he woke up the next morning.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[thewulf]

Hiiii! can you do a Dallas Winston x Curtis Sister Reader (maybe sodapop's twin?) who is soooo different than soda. She's a firecracker with a mouth on her that gets her in trouble? Dally finds himself repeatedly rescuing the Curtis sister reader, who always seems to get into trouble with her sharp tongue and rebellious streak. Each encounter brings them closer, revealing an unexpected connection between the tough greaser and the feisty Curtis sibling?? i think this would be a dope 3x1!! i LOVE your 3x1's you nail them every time

First, thank you!! and heck yes I can get this written for you! Love me some Dally and a spitfire reader, espcially a Curtis sister reader. Maybe she feels a little neglected by her brothers after her momma passed away and she needs that human connection again. what better way to get it than acting out?

[cherrycocaineee]

31. Dally Winston - Red Hair

*Warning: fluff, cussing, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning.*

Synopsis: Your red hair makes you a constant target for bullying because of its color. Though you try to pretend that it doesn’t bother you, you’ve started to change and Dallas Winston is the only one who’s noticed. When Dally witnesses a group of Socs tugging and harassing you about your red hair, he steps in to protect you.

*Your p.o.v*

Getting up for school was harder than you ever imagined it would be; your once relaxing, euphoric morning ritual was now tainted with anxious fear of what today would hold for you. And while on the outside you looked unbothered by the constant harassment of your peers, on the inside you felt disgusting and ugly. Their words had you looking in the mirror teetering between dying your hair or dropping out of school permanently; sometimes you found yourself playing with a single strand thinking about the color. It was red, a copper red to be exact, and for some reason everyone at school found it hilarious. “Darling,” your mother’s sweet voice rang as she opened your bedroom door, “you’ll be late if you don’t get a move on it.” “Mom,” you hummed, pleadingly, “do you think I can stay home today?” Smiling endearingly, your mom glided over to you gracefully before sitting down beside you. Her movements caused you to push your body into an upright position, pulling your knees against your chest. “Is there a reason you aren’t wanting to go to school today?” She questioned. Since the bullying started, you hadn’t really told anyone about it; the only two people who did know about it were Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade, and you had made them promise not to tell anyone. You claimed that it was just them being childish and that it was nothing you couldn’t handle, but really you didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. It just didn’t seem like their problem to deal with. “I’m just a little tired today,” you lied, “haven’t really been getting enough sleep.” She eyed you for a moment as if trying to find any clues that would tell her you were lying; she was your mother after all, and she knew when there was something going on with her baby. But she also knew not to press, that doing so would only cause you to retreat more into your shell. “I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to keep you home this one time,” she stated, “it’s only Friday, so it’s not like you’ll miss too much. Try to rest."

Nodding your head, you tuck yourself back into your comforter while your mom heads back to the kitchen. Telling from the smell of bacon wafting through your bedroom, you knew your mother was cooking breakfast. Slowly, you fell back asleep relieved that you finally had a day of peace. Hours passed and you were awake again, this time feeling much better than you had earlier this morning. Even though being tired was a lie, it seemed your body actually needed a break. Fortunately, both your parents were at work leaving you alone at the house. There was a note on the fridge letting you know that there was left over breakfast inside the microwave for you. And all of a sudden you felt insatiably hungry, only noticing now that you probably hadn’t been eating as much as you should have. All of this because of your hair. Ridiculous! You’ve never been an insecure person, so why did it bother you so much that people found your red hair amusing? Shaking the thoughts from your head, you pulled out the plate of food and set it on the table before grabbing the juice from the fridge. Just as you grabbed a cup from the cabinet, there was a knock on your front door. It couldn’t have been Ponyboy or Johnny, they were still in school. You walked over to the front door, still gripping the glass in your nimble fingers, and pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Dallas Winston, one of your other, older friends. Your parents didn’t approve of your friends, their only saving grace being that Darry was a responsible adult who assured them you’d be taken care of. And they held him to that, always popping by randomly to check in on you. Dally let his finished cigarette fall to the ground, putting out the flash of orange with his foot. “Dally?” You quizzed, your head tilted curiously to the side, “what are you doing here?” “Got a call from Ponyboy and Johnny,” he said, his voice smooth, “said you didn’t make it to school, so I came to check on you.” “You really didn’t need to do that. I was just extra tired, so I stayed home.” He eyed you suspiciously and that left you wondering if you were that easy to read, if you weren’t as bottled up as you had hoped. The thought left you nibbling on your bottom lip afraid that they knew more than you wanted them to.

“Well how about some fresh air?” He asked, “maybe it’ll be good for ya, you’re looking a bit bloodless.” As quickly as he said that, your hand reached up and touched your cheek. A smile appeared on your face as you nodded. “I guess that would be okay. I’ve just got to finish my breakfast and get dressed.” Dally nodded his head and you gestured him inside which he gladly accepted. After breakfast, you got dressed for the day and met Dally back in the kitchen. He was staring at some photos your mom had hanging on the fridge, most of them were family photos ranging from the time that you were six. “Ready?” You asked. “Yep, let’s get going.” It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining brightly in the sky above you, a quiet breeze rustled your hair a bit with each blow, the smell of freshly mown grass touched your nostrils and filled your senses. Everything seemed to be looking up for you; no bullying, no stress, no worries. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dally pull out another cigarette. You remembered the time you had told him to slow down because he was smoking too much but now you worried that you came off too judgemental. Maybe he didn’t appreciate the helpful advice, maybe Dally saw it as you trying to boss him around, or bully him. You never wanted to make your friends feel like that, especially having gone through it yourself, you just cared about them so much. Dally must have noticed your longing glance because he pulled his cigarette out. “Sorry, I know you told me to slow down but…” “No,” you said hurriedly, “smoke as much as you want. Please, don’t listen to me! I didn’t mean to nag you about it.” Your sudden outburst made him arch his eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you?” He quizzed, shoving his cigarette into his mouth. “Nothing. I just don’t think you should feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do.” It was quiet for a moment, and for a second you felt that you had gotten your point across without exposing so much. However, by now, you should have known that all of your friends, specifically Dally, knew you better than anyone has ever known you. So you weren’t surprised when the next thing came out of his mouth.

“Have you been feeling pressured to do something you aren’t into?” It wasn’t so much as being pressured to do something, it was just constant teasing that was pressuring you to hide yourself from your fellow peers at school. “No,” you lied, hoping that it would deter him from asking anymore questions. “You are a terrible liar,” he hummed, smoke pushing past his chapped lips. He wasn’t wrong. Any time you lied, everyone knew it was just that: a lie. But despite him calling you out, you didn’t give him the real reason as to why you were acting funny. How would he react? Would you be bothersome to him, like you felt you would be? Would he start a fight with all of the people who were bullying you, get himself in trouble? There were so many possible outcomes whizzing through your pounding brain that it was starting to make you dizzy like you were drunk. Luckily, he didn’t say anything else about it and instead took the two of you to Dairy Queen and bought the two of use some Blizzards. Silence overcame the two of you as both of you dug into your sweet, summer treat. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of a relaxing silence; one that you both seemed to welcome. Dally definitely knew you but you also knew him, and judging by the stare in his eyes he was thinking something over. So it seemed that the two of you were both dealing with something. For a while, everything seemed to be going smoothly; the two of you had started a conversation, Dally listening intently as one could as you explained the book you were reading. It seemed like nothing could ruin your day. “Ah, there she is.” The voice that came behind you sent a stinging chill running up your spine, a light shiver visibly stirring you. Standing behind you were the four Socs that typically picked on you at school; whether it was making disgusting comments about your hair matching downstairs, pulling on your hair pretty harshly and making some sleazy joke about your pain tolerance, or a stupid insult that you’ve heard a million times like whether or not you had a soul. You thought that you had escaped it, at least today. Today was what you needed to reboot your strength before going back to school tomorrow. “We missed you at school today,” one, who’s name was Billy, chirped while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You wiggled out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone,” Dally snarled, a piercing glare stabbing into the Socs. “Mind your business, Greaser,” Billy huffed, causing his friends to laugh, “we’re just having some fun with our little redhead.” As quickly as those words came out of his mouth, you were out of your seat ready to leave. Dally got the hint too and stood with you. “Oh come one,” another, his name being Dylan, laughed, “what’s the matter red? We’re just messing around.” And it all seemed to happen so fast. All of the name calling, the shoving, the pulling, everything. Once again, you found yourself dizzy and unbalanced but this time it didn’t feel like a drunk feeling. The feeling was almost like you were suffocating. “Awh poor little red riding hood,” they mocked. Fat, overwhelming tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you held your hands over your head. You felt someone tug your hair roughly causing a sharp yelp to escape you. Over their screaming and taunts in public, you could hear Dally trying to pull you away from them desperately. But what did it, what pushed you over the edge was one of the boys grabbing a big chunk of your hair and cutting it off with a pocket knife. Their laughs were deafening. “Maybe we should cut all of your hair off. You’ll look less hideous without it.” Those pooling, fat tears flooded your cheeks blurring your vision as you quietly sobbed, putting your hands in front of your face to hide it. When your tears became stains on your cheeks, you looked up to see Dally pounding Billy, the Soc who had cut your hair. The other two had taken off running; bystanders were too afraid to do anything, trying to keep to themselves. Billy’s face was starting to get too bloody, so you intervened; grabbing Dally’s shoulder, you pulled him off and cried for him to stop. His dark brown eyes flickered over to you, his bloodshot, wild eyes stared into your watery ones. The look on your face was enough to soften his, and even though he was beyond fucking pissed, he found the willpower to pull himself off of his victim. Wiping his bloodied hand off on his jeans, he reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from Billy who was slowly getting up to his feet and holding his nose. He only glared, he didn’t make a move towards you or Dally. You now sat on the Curtis’s porch steps playing with the part of your hair that was cut. Dally, who knew where they hid the spare key, was inside washing his hands. You knew that once he was finished, he’d have some questions for you but you really didn’t feel up to answering them. This was the worst the bullying had ever gotten physically. Now they were starting to cut your hair, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had let the bullying go too far. Maybe you should have told someone, then maybe you wouldn’t have been sitting on these steps cradling your butchered hair. “You better not be blaming your damn self for what happened.”

Dally plopped himself down beside you, a fresh cigarette dangling from in between his lips. “Sometimes it’s a little concerning how well you know me,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, well not enough if I couldn’t pick up on you being bullied. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” There was disappointment, possibly a little bit of anger, written all over Dally’s face which made you feel even worse than you already felt. “Ponyboy and Johnny knew…” “Those asshole knew and didn’t fucking say anything?” “I told them not to say anything,” you fought, “I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.” Dally’s face twisted into something besides anger, it was concerned and disheartened. He reached over and touched your chopped up hair with his scarred up hand, his fingers played with the uneven pieces delicately. “You aren’t a burden,” he assured, “you’re our friend. We care about you, I care about you.” “I know but you guys are able to fight your own battles, handle things that are bothering you without running for help. I didn’t want any of you to think that maybe allowing a sensitive, little…” “Hey, we handle things with our fist especially me,” Dally said, “we beat the shit out of our problems. We know what you are, and that’s what we love about you.” He moved closer, his outer leg touching your outer leg. “It’s what I love about you. I love that you're sensitive, I love that you're caring, generous, and bubbly. It makes my whole body buzz with happiness. So if someone’s bullying you, I need to know so I can handle it.” Dally reached over and took your hand with his, using his other hand to remove his half cigarette from his mouth and throw it across the yard. He knew you hated smoke. But you couldn’t even focus on the smoke or the cigarette, your eyes were glued to his hand entangled with yours. It was a loving, caring gesture that Dally wasn’t known for. He was an ass, a flirt, a brute, the complete opposite of loving and sentimental. “Is there something wrong with you?” You asked, quizzically, “are you sick?” “Why?” He questioned. You looked back down at your hands as if your question was obvious. When he didn’t seem to catch the hint, you continued.

“You’re just not normally like this; so sweet and soft spoken.” A quiet chuckle left his lips, his eyes looking away from you as if the reasoning for it was embarrassing. Another abnormal trait of Dally’s. “Maybe it’s because I like you,” he muttered, still keeping his eyes glued to the bright blue sky, “or maybe I feel more than just a like towards you. Like I love you or something.” Now that was Darry all the way, avoiding heart to heart conversations and trying to play everything off coolly like it didn’t matter. But your eyes were wide, like deer stuck in the headlights wide, at his confession. When you didn’t say anything, Dally looked at you. His sudden movement was all you needed to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck as fresh tears fell from your eyes even though you weren’t sure wide. Dally, though a tad bit uncomfortable and very new to this type of affection, wrapped his arms around you and held your sobbing form. His thumbs rubbed relaxing circles into your sides, hushing what he figured was comforting words. “I needed to hear that,” you whispered, “it’s been such a long few months that I’ve heard someone else say something other than mean.” “If you’ll let me, I’ll tell you ‘I love you’ everyday and mean it.” You nodded your head, still keeping your face buried into him taking in the smell of his manly musk. Dally eventually pulled the two of you apart, climbing to his feet and pulling you with him. You wiped the tears from your face, probably looking like a red mess. “And no matter what kind of trouble I get into,” Dally continued, “I’ll protect you, I promise.” “Thank you, Dally,” you breathe, happiness flooding your body. He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he takes your hand more carefully and the two of you head off to wherever it was he was taking you. You hadn’t realized it before but in some way, you realized that you did love Dally too. The same way you worried about his safety and health when he smoked, he cared about you physically as well. At the time, you’d only thought that it was because you were his friend but after hearing him tell you he loves you, something in you clicked. You loved him. And he loved you. So maybe you and your red hair weren’t such a burden after all.

[18caramel]

Petals (Johnny Cade x Dallas Winston)

Warning: smut, removed slur Word count: 2.3k

A/N: What you are about to read is a part of my fanfiction on AO3 called "Bad Influence”. If you are interested in it, you can find me by my username @18caramel, or by clicking on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

both Dally and Johnny are 18+

images taken from Pinterest :)

Johnny didn’t know. But he sensed it.

It was Saturday night. He walked the street alone, heading back to his place. He spent some time with Darry and Two-Bit, mainly watching TV. Since Pony wasn’t home he decided he wouldn’t annoy Curtis with his presence and left, his heart aching from the thought of his parents getting drunk again. He despised it. He despised them.

His mother wasn’t home either, probably wandering somewhere downtown, while his father lay in his room, unconscious from all of the drinking they had done on Friday.

And then, when the clock struck eleven, Dally showed up. The front door opened brusquely, smashing something in its way, making Johnny instinctively jump from his bed. He approached the door, his heart racing, his hands getting sweaty. He was afraid. Afraid it would be one of his father’s friends, reckless, just like him.

Did he feel better seeing Winston standing in the doorframe, trying to pick up the empty bottle of beer, and then smashing it against the wall? Maybe he did. Johnny entered the living room, shushing his friend.

“What?” Dally’s voice was rough and unbalanced. Johnny understood then - Dallas wasn’t in his right mind. Was he ever though? - Johnny thought to himself, snorting, before coming closer to help him get into his room. He didn’t want him to wake up his dad. He could get violent.

“Come.” Johnny took Dally’s left hand, seeing that the right one was loosely holding a fresh-cut bouquet of roses if it could’ve even been called that way. Johnny knew they weren’t for him, probably for Dally’s new girlfriend, but seeing the pinkish petals falling from the sepals on the floor, he guessed that something went wrong between them.

He dragged him towards his room and made him sit on the bed. Dallas seemed to be gone, his face painted with a disheartened grimace as he threw the bouquet on the bed and rubbed his hands together, trying to calm down.

Johnny couldn’t dare to sit beside him. With his heart still abnormally beating, Johnny tried to figure out what state Dallas really was.

“Nasty broad,” Dallas suddenly mumbled, pulling his hair, alarming Johnny, “Fucked Shepard.”

“Which one?” Johnny asked, his hands shaking out of fear. Of course, he was talking about Tim, but Johnny had to make sure.

“What?” Dally looked him dead in the eyes as if he had caught his prey. Anger, deterioration, blazed through his eyes, “What did you say to me?”

“N-Nothing…” Johnny stuttered, taking a step back. But there was nowhere to go. Dallas got up from his bed like a fury and pushed his prey against the wall, his hand wrapping around Cade’s neck, beginning to choke him.

“Curly’s a fucking...*,” only then Johnny saw the red fog surrounding his pupils and reassured himself - Dallas was high, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to grab him like that. He was under substances. “Thought you knew it by now.”

Johnny wanted to laugh to his face, and say meaningless things, but couldn’t. Too afraid of Dally snapping at him, Johnny planned on getting back to his bed, but Dally’s tight grip kept his fantasies far away from reality. He carefully studied Dally’s face, desiring to escape.

He wanted to shout at him ‘Aren’t you one yourself for coming here each time you need comfort’ but he never would actually do it. Johnny lacked pride. There was nothing he could ever do to fix it. Dallas was the one who talked like a piece of shit, not Johnny.

“Dal…you gotta calm down,” Johnny begged him, placing his hand on top of his, trying to remove it.

But he didn’t listen. Instead, Dallas brusquely dragged Johnny to his bed, pushing him on top of it. Johnny trembled like a puppy as Winston stood in front of him, his eyes on fire.

Johnny tried to sit up, but could only lean his elbows on the bed, too scared to stand up. Dallas watched Johnny’s frightened pupils palpitate as he scanned him further down, stopping at the fly of his jeans. Johnny gulped, staring at his friend.

“The hell you’re doing sitting like that?” Dallas hissed at him, and before Johnny could answer, Dally crawled into bed, placing his knee between Johnny’s legs. Cade whimpered, catching Dally’s attention as the tall, young hood rested above him, their eyes locked.

Johnny felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Dally’s hungry eyes devour him, bringing color to Cade’s cheeks. He was suddenly ashamed and embarrassed, reminding himself of his innocence. He felt trapped.

Eyeing the beast that blocked his way, Johnny surrendered. He let go of his fear and awkwardness, replacing them with a new feeling growing inside of him - lust. Lust for Dallas Winston.

He bit his lip, giving him a signal. Dally couldn’t wait any longer, and Johnny teasing him only ignited his craving. Dallas abruptly leaned in, pressing his lips against Johnny’s, passionately kissing him.

Johnny liked it. Dally’s aggressive state scared him to death, but also turned him on. The greaser felt it in his pants. And Dally’s knee wasn’t helping him.

Suddenly Dallas broke the kiss, grabbing Johnny’s neck. Cade couldn’t dare to move.

“You want it? Tell me, Johnny,” he held Cade by his throat as he whispered in his ear, “ I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

“Take me,” Johnny whispered back, his voice cracking. His stomach twisted and turned from what he had said. Dallas brushed a strand of Johnny’s hair away from his face, and bit his neck, leaving a crimson mark on his closest friend.

Johnny groaned, letting him do it. It was too late to back off, he got Dally so excited that he could sense it through Winston’s teeth. Johnny suddenly felt so hot and tight in his jeans and silently begged Dallas to take them off.

Winston took his jacket off and removed his t-shirt. His bare body mesmerized Johnny, and he wanted to touch it, but Dallas wouldn’t let him. After he unzipped his jeans, he gripped Johnny’s hair, sending him down to his knees, as Dally himself sat on the bed, his legs wide spread. Cade, speechless, stared at his friend.

“Show me you deserve it.” Winston’s impudent facial expression changed into a mischievous smirk as he pushed Johnny’s head closer to the bulge formed in his underwear.

Johnny felt uneasy once again, knowing that he was inexperienced.

But he chose to give it a try. He undressed Dallas completely, and let out a heavy sigh seeing his hard, fervent cock, and placed his left hand on it. Dallas leaned back, closing his eyes.

Johnny hoped that Dallas didn’t have any ferocious expectations as he licked the tip, sending an electric shock down Dally’s spine. Cade never did anything like that with anyone, so he took a deep breath and decided not to think about it too much. Dally was high anyway, he couldn’t judge him too much, could he?

He worked Dally’s length back and forth, his tongue placed under Winston's cock as he sucked it, Dally’s groans leading him to go lower and lower. It wasn’t that easy, Dally was large, so Cade could only get to the middle of his cock.

Dallas enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough. This time, Dally gently caressed his cheek as he watched Johnny give him pleasure. His seductive eyes made Johnny feel uncomfortable, but he still appreciated his tender touch. Even if it didn’t last.

Dally grabbed Johnny’s hair one more time, lowering his head, and making Johnny instantly gag. Dallas understood and decided to switch positions.

“Let me fuck your mouth, doll.” Dallas pecked Johnny on his lips, waiting for his approval.

Cade silently nodded, mentally getting ready for it. Dallas didn’t stand on ceremony and shoved his dick right into Johnny’s mouth. He began slowly but quickly fastened his pace, watching the scene from above, gasping from pleasure. Johnny did well at the beginning, he kept his tongue below his cock as he did before, while Dallas made him salivate, but then he started to feel nauseous. Johnny leaned his hands against Dally’s thighs, letting him know that he was getting tired of it.

“Get on the bed,” Dally ordered, and Johnny executed. Johnny even took off his t-shirt, while Dallas stood naked in front of him, searching for something in the pockets of his jacket. He pulled a small vial and held it tightly in his hand.

“What is it?” Johnny asked, getting scared. Dally sat beside him on the bed and kissed him.

“Something to help you relax.” Dally explained, but saw that Johnny wasn’t convinced, “Down there.”

Cade nodded, trusting him. Dallas proceeded by stripping off Johnny’s jeans, making him blush. He never had that kind of intimacy with anyone. Dallas didn’t seem to be embarrassed by anything happening in Cade’s room. He gently stroked Johnny’s cock, making him lose control of his mouth. He moaned into Dally’s neck, his body shaking from the euphoria Winston gave him.

Dallas removed his hand and put two fingers inside Johnny’s mouth, making him suck on them. Not sensing enough moisture, Dallas spit on his hand and placed it back on Johnny’s aching cock, sliding up and down. Johnny felt like he couldn’t hold it any longer, but made an effort not to bust right there. He bit Dally’s neck instead, making Winston smile from pain.

“Dal…Dally…” Johnny groaned, holding his breath.

Hearing his begging, Dallas stopped what he was doing, not wanting Johnny to come yet. He caressed his thighs and made Johnny turn to his side, but Cade didn’t feel like the spoon position would assure him a pleasant moment. He rolled on his stomach, and stretched his arms forward, his fingers touching the rose petals that laid in front of him. He silently waited for Dallas to make the next move, not daring to look at him.

Dallas sighed, seeing the naked body lying under him as he searched the drawer for any kind of lube. He found petroleum jelly and smeared it on his cock, and then spread Johnny’s asscheeks. Cade nearly wheezed from the cold touch on his anus, feeling anxiety build up inside of him. He was about to lose his virginity.

Dally opened the bottle with the liquid before doing anything else and let Johnny sniff it. And then he admired Johnny’s back, leaving kisses all over it, making him feel better about the whole thing. He calmed down a little by then, understanding that Johnny was still new to it all, and didn’t want to hurt him.

“Johnny,” Dallas brought his attention, gently running his hand on his bare back, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Dally, I’m a bit scared. It won’t hurt, right?”

“It might.” Dallas didn’t want to disillusion him, but had to, “Try to make me stop if I’m too rough.”

Johnny wanted to nod, but when he felt Dally’s finger slowly entering him, he got tensed up and bit his lip out of shock, forgetting how to speak.

“Relax,” Dally commanded, slapping him.

Johnny obeyed and let Dallas continue with the second finger. Cade wanted to scream by then but didn’t know if he’d do it out of pain or out of pleasure. It felt different. It was something new.

Dallas continued fingering him. Johnny groaned and arched his back as Dallas played with his hole, sticking out his fingers to lick them from time to time.

The moment came when Dallas went wild, and couldn’t wait to shove his cock inside Johnny any longer. He came on top and rubbed his cock in between Johnny’s cheeks, making him gasp from excitement.

As Dally entered him, Johnny felt his eyes swell with tears one more time. When Dallas felt the tightness of Johnny’s hole, he couldn’t be so gentle anymore and precipitately slipped his cock inside of Cade, who flinched from the sharp pain.

“Dally!” Johnny screamed, biting his hand, trying to shut up. It was bad enough that his father was home, but if his mother would get back and see it, she’d send him off to a mental hospital.

“Fuck,” Winston stayed still for a moment, devouring it, “You’re so tight, angel.”

Johnny smiled through the pain, but it faded as soon as Dallas started to move, instating a certain pace. As he thrust, Dallas felt ecstatic, so he went deeper and deeper, ignoring Johnny’s whines that turned him on even more. He grabbed Johnny’s hair and pulled it, wanting Cade to arch his back.

Dallas fucked him harder and harder, and Johnny couldn’t hold it anymore. Stimulating his prostate, Dally felt Johnny being close, and wrapped his hand around Cade’s cock, stroking it.

Johnny let out a scream of pleasure as he reached his orgasm, cumming on the bed sheets. Dally was unstoppable from then on, he banged Johnny so hard that the greaser below him couldn’t feel his anus anymore. Winston was rough and made Cade tear up as he thrust, his balls slapping against Johnny’s asscheeks.

Dallas whimpered as he came inside, crushing on the bed next to Johnny. Cade finally felt relieved, as he breathed into the pillow, trying hard not to cry. He enjoyed it, but it was emotionally devastating.

Winston smiled. He kept his eyes closed for a moment but then sat up in Johnny’s bed, taking the flowers in his hands. He ripped the remaining petals and threw them on top of Johnny, giggling.

“Don’t make any more mess.” Johnny rolled his eyes as he turned around and laid on his back, his eyes studying Dallas.

“We already messed up,” Dally sighed, noticing the hickey he left on Johnny’s neck, “Why not make it pretty?”

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A/N: thank u for reading! for a more in-depth story you can find it on AO3 "Bad Influence" by @18caramel, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

[dallysnecklace]

can you do johnny dating a middle class girl who is similar to pony? Like she loves to read and is very smart? thank you

Okay I really love this idea

You and Pony were friends

You guys got paired up for and English project together and ended up becoming pretty close

Pony one day invited you to hang out and Johnny was also there, along with Dallas

Dallas kept teasing you but Johnny stood up for you the whole time

You thought he was really cute, and kind

You hated Dal though

You guys kept hanging out, and then one day Johnny kinda asked you out on a date

“Hey y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to like go to the movies with me sometime?”

“Like with Pony aswell?”

“No I was thinking just us if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah I would love that!”

Throughout the movie, he kept making little moves like holding your hand and and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

Afterwords he walked you back to your house and y’all kissed

Pony really likes that his best friends are together

You eventually warmed up to Dallas, and he warmed up to you

You knew how much Johnny cared about him

You and Dal actually grow really close and he sees you as a little sister

Your dad isn’t in the picture, and you only live with your mom so Dallas became an older brother figure for you

Johnnys love language is time spend together, so you guys are always hanging out

His favorite thing to do with you is have you lay between his legs and read to him

This is very relaxing for him

You often let him stay over at your house because of the situation with his parents

He feels like he is intruding so you have to constantly tell him it’s okay

He’s constantly complimenting you and reminding you how beautiful you are

He loves to cuddle you and be physically close with you when hanging out

His favorite is holding hands, it feels intimate and loving

You will start to change his mind about school and learning

You know he is very smart and just doesn’t put it to use

You’ll always encourage him to go to school and now he is a full time student with all A’s!

You also encourage Dallas to go to school

He doesn’t do as well though LMAO

He gives you his Jean jacket a LOT, but when you return it you always leave little love letters in the pockets

This makes his heart swell

Darry really likes you, and he thinks your an amazing influence, especially on Dallas

Your allergic to cigarette smoke, so Johnny quits smoking for you

Dallas still smokes, but a lot less, and not around you

You like to read a book, leave annotations and then give it to Johnny

He will add his own annotations in a different color pen, so you get his thoughts when he returns it

You guys loves to take nature walks and watch the sunset together

He is constantly giving you sunflowers and baby’s breath bouquets

He knows it’s your favorite scents

He is so so loyal and would never do anything to hurt you

If he accidentally does he feels SO BAD and will cry to Dallas

Dallas is like a communicator for you two if you ever get in fights

You never get in fights though it’s very rare

Johnny is literally the perfect boyfriend

I love this man sm ‼️‼️

[zvdvdlvr]

Hey!! big fan of your works. i’ve been into the outsiders for a while and was wondering if you could write a fluff oneshot/imagine w *cough cough* ponyboy *cough cough* 👁️🫦👁️

sleepy adoration

( ponyboy curtis )

navi. | outsiders masterlist

synopsis: y/n falls asleep with her boyfriend.

warnings: reader's a Greaser, r is a good friends with the gang, pet names [baby]

reader's pronouns: she/her

pairing: ponyboy curtis x reader

reading time: 1-3 minutes

a/n: i promise ill start spitting out male readers soon. enjoy!! 🫀

xXx

y/n took a flying leap toward Dally and successfully knocked him out of the way of the football speeding toward him. the 17 year old folded like one of those old gym shirts Darry keeps in the back of his closet. his eyes widened comically as y/n threw her hand up to keep the ball from absolutely nailing him in the face.

soda fell over laughing, and darry got a good chuckle out of dally's face as he helped them up. y/n heaved herself up and was ready to play again until she saw Pony dragging himself outside. his face was pale, and he was holding himself up by the wall. even though he smiled at his girlfriend, there was something in his eyes that made her want to curl up into a ball with him and just fall asleep.

"yo, darry," y/n said. "you need any more cake made?"

the eldest Curtis brother looked between y/n and his tired brother. his expression softened and he shrugged. "just make sure he's okay," he replied, knowing the younger girl's actual intentions.

her jeans swished as she jogged over to pony. she caught him as he stumbled toward her. muttering, he threw his arms around her and clung onto her, making Darry shake his head with a fond smile.

y/n hauled Pony to his room and let him flop face first into his mattress. laughing, y/n kicked off her shoes and shoved him over so she could lay in his bed. brushing hair from his face, he looked up. her fingers were soft as she tucked his hair behind his ear. with a satisfied smile, y/n leaned back to lie down.

pony pulled off his shoes and quickly moved to lie beside y/n. she scooted closer so she could lay her head on pony's shoulder.

"you need to let yourself rest," y/n spoke quietly, eyes fluttering closed as Pony played with her hair.

she felt Ponyboy heave a silent sigh. "I know. jus' got so much to do."

y/n knows. he told her everything. "then be selfish and not do whatever you need to do," she muttered, turning to press her face into pony's t-shirt.

he laughed. "maybe. y'gonna fall asleep, baby?"

y/n hummed. suddenly she felt ridiculously drousy.

the youngest Curtis sibling smiled and closed his eyes. rubbing his thumb back and forth on her back. he adored the little grunts and whimpers and curses that fell out of her lips when she completely readjusted her sleeping position. he adored how a little bead of drool would appear whenever she was absolutely dead to the world. he adored how her fingers would unconsciously thread into his hair. he adored how she would pull at his shirt to get him closer to her so she'd stop flailing.

and while admiring her sleeping form, ponyboy realized he's in love.

ponyboy curtis taglist:

@paxdawg

[miryum]

hello!! I stumbled apon your blog a little while ago and really love your way of words! It’s beautiful, thank you for writing by the way <33 if you have a chance can you do Johnny Cade trying to hint that he likes you but we’re painfully oblivious to what he’s doing and we keep debating whether it’s platonic or romantic, but the whole gang notices (because it’s pretty obvious) and teases us for it sometimes? Tysm btw!! <33

Helloooo! Sorry this is so bad but with school and exams and the holidays it just slipped my mind 😅 Thank you for your wonderful words! A fantastic, amazing idea!

“Hey, Y/n? Do you wanna go to the drive-in later today? There’s a movie playing I think you’ll like?” You could practically hear the nervousness spelling itself out as Johnny asked you to a movie. 

Even though this was a common occurrence, Johnny asking you to a movie or Dairy Queen, you kept debating whether he just wanted to be friends or not. Johnny hung out with Pony and Dally all the time; maybe he just saw quality time as a thing necessary for his friendships? Or was Two-Bit and Pony correct in that Johnny liked you?

“Yeah! I would love to!” You said, never to refuse him. Obviously, as anyone would, you liked Johnny in a way that could only be described as a schoolgirl crush intensified by one hundred. “I’ll see you in English?”

“Yeah!”

“Great,” you waved goodbye to him, meeting up with Two-Bit in the halls of your school. 

Two-Bit, with a grin that stretched ear to ear, snickered out, “You, my friend, are an idiot.”

“Not this again,” you sighed.

“Listen, kid,” he slung an arm around you. “This is a clear as broad daylight thing. The fact that you don’t see Johnny Cade’s crush for you is shockingly sad.”

“Two, I know I have a crush on him,” you started, “but I don’t know if he has a crush on me. And before you argue, he just went to the drive- in with Pony two days ago. Why am I any different?”

“Because he went with Pony, Dally, and Soda!” Two-Bit laughed out loud at your blindness. “Three other people! I haven’t seen him asking Darry or me to the drive-in tonight. He only asked you. Kid,” he looked down at you, a brotherly sternness coming over him. “I have heard from Johnny’s mouth itself that he likes you. Just go to the dang drive- in and tell him how you feel! We’re all rooting for you!” His voice lowered, “though if you could wait two weeks, you would really help me win ten dollars…” 

You pushed Two-Bit away from you, scoffing. However, his words didn’t leave your head throughout the day. Through English, the walk home, and while you were getting ready, Two’s words ran through your head.

“Hey Y/n,” Johnny smiled when he picked you up at your house. 

“Hi!” You took Johnny’s arm, as a bit of a joke, while you guys walked to the drive-in. After a while of silence, Johnny looking over at you curiously as conversation usually flowed easily between you, you said, “Two-Bit said something weird. He said that he heard that you liked me?”

“Well, yeah.” Johnny was taken aback by the suddenness of your words and turned bright red but tried to play it off. “You’re a cool friend. If I didn’t like you, why would I hang out with you?” He chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“He meant in a romantic way,” you corrected. 

“Y/n,” Johnny sighed, “yeah, I do like you. I thought I made that clear enough when I kept asking you out to activities.”

“I thought you were just being nice!”

“No,” Johnny shook his head, smiling. “I like you. And, uh, I hope you like me too?”

“Yes!” You said loudly. “Of course I like you too!”

“Then, uh, can we count this as a first date?”

“I would love to.”