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fictionalwh0ree · 6 months

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can u post headcanons of each greaser finding out ur pregnant? (what they would act like during your pregnancy, their feelings, etc)

the gang finding out you're pregnant hcs

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: i didn't write for steve bc i had no ideas, sry guys

johnny cade

when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do, but you didn’t wait to tell johnny

when you broke the news to him he went quiet

but he broke out into a smile right after

he was definitely nervous about everything

telling your parents, the financials, if he would even tell his parents, etc.

during your pregnancy johnny was the type to do anything

especially as you got further into it

you dropped your hair tie? say less, he’s picking it up

you’re thirsty? all you have to do is ask

he is definitely they type to talk to your belly

as you get further in, he gets more nervous

his relationship with his parents is rough, he doesn’t want his kid to ever feel the way he does

you assure him that he’ll be a great dad because he doesn’t wanna be like his dad

i peg him as a girl dad

you know once that baby is born he’ll do absolutely anything for them

dallas winston

finding out you were pregnant with dallas winston’s baby was surely the worst news of your life

dallas was not shy about expressing his disdain for children

you actually waited a while after finding out to tell him

mostly because you were either hoping it was a mistake or because you were considering just skipping town or something and never telling him

dallas caught on that something was wrong with you about a week after you found out

for the first week he just assumed that your weird silence towards him was your period making you moody

but he noticed how it wasn’t going away

you were barely talking to him and couldn’t hold eye contact with him

he let it slide for a little while

but he couldn’t deal with it after a while

so one night when he was walking you home from bucks, he decided to say something

“what’s wrong with you?”

“what do you mean?”

“don’t act dumb. do you think i haven’t noticed you being all fidgety and quiet around me? are you cheating on me?”

the question made your heart hurt so you knew you had to tell him then and there

“no”

“don’t lie to me”

“i swear”

“then what is it”

“if i tell you, can you promise not to get mad?”

“alright, if it stops you acting all weird.”

“i’m pregnant.”

he didn’t believe you at first

until you pulled out the pregnancy test from your bag

you’d been carrying it around just waiting for the moment you’d tell him

he finished walking you home, but expect him to go awol for a couple days after that

after much consideration, you two decided to keep it

you were nervous at first

but as the weeks went by and your belly got bigger, you could see him coming around to the idea of having a mini dallas

he will protect you with his life

so much as one wrong look and he’ll throw a punch

he also steals everything he can for the baby

seeing you pregnant with his baby turns him on sooooo much

he has the same problem as johnny, where he’s worried about turning out like his own father

but you assure him he knows better, and you know the gang will keep him in check

he talks to your belly when you’re asleep (or when he thinks you’re asleep)

he had a weird intuition from the start about the baby’s gender

and he was right

i also see him as a girl dad

but regardless of gender expect him to be extremely protective over his child

ponyboy curtis

finding out you were pregnant with pony’s baby was nerve wracking

darry had definitely given you guys the talk

and he had high expectations for ponyboy

so this pregnancy was really a curveball

you rehearsed what you’d tell ponyboy for days

you decided you’d tell him one day when you were alone with him at his house

you didn’t let him get a word in as you told him

the words just flew out of your mouth as you tried to find ways you could work through it without destroying his future

he stopped you halfway with a hug

he told you it’d be okay but you could tell he was very unsure

you and ponyboy actually devised a whole plan for his brothers (mostly darry)

he typed it out on a typewriter to make it neat and it featured many parts that covered basically anything they’d need to know

from work schedules, to savings, to school, it was all in there

so one day pony said he needed to talk to his brothers with you

you can imagine darry already had an idea of what it was from that

so you sat down and ponyboy broke the news, quickly throwing in how you two had worked out all the logistics

darry definitely gave you a lecture while soda sat there trying to process what you had said

“darry please, we have a plan”

pony begged and eventually handed him your typewrited document

he finally sat down and read it over, head in his hand and his stress evident to everyone

as you got bigger and time passed, darry had to adjust to the idea

but eventually everyone had come around to it

you and pony spent so much time talking about your future

discussed baby names from day one

he wasn’t the only one protective of you, the whole gang was

during your pregnancy, ponyboy was the sweetest person ever

he was so understanding with your hormones all over the place

he also read books on parenting and pregnancy so he could understand what was going on with you and just to be prepared in general

he definitely writes letters to your baby so they can read it when they’re older

he wants his kid to have lots to remember him by in case of anything

checks up on you throughout the school day

defo cried when he first held his baby

tbh i could see him being a boy or girl dad

sodapop curtis

you weren’t too worried when you found out you were pregnant with soda’s baby

in fact, you took the test with him when you realized you were late

when the two lines came up, he hugged you so hard

he told everyoneeeeee

he was so happy

throughout your pregnancy you both worked to save up and you encouraged soda to put his dx experience to use and search for a higher position somewhere

he looked so proud walking around with you when you were noticeably pregnant

he will not let anyone or anything harm you

loose floorboard? he fixed it already

also tried to read some books about pregnancy/parenting

he loves shopping for baby clothes

he also shamelessly talks to your belly

he does it every day without fail

he will literally give up anything for your comfort

he would sleep on the cold hard floor if it meant you slept well

when you went into labour he was panicking

but he was with you every step of the way

i see him as a girl dad 100%

he shows off his baby to everyone

tbh your baby is probably absolutely adorable, like magazine material baby

darry curtis

finding out you were pregnant with darry’s baby gave you very mixed feelings

on one hand, you were both adults and you wanted to settle down eventually

on the other hand, you were worried because of the finances

you told him over a dinner you cooked for him when the house was empty

at first he was kind of speechless

but he got really excited

you guys immediately started saving, and when you told his brothers, they were ecstatic to be uncles

ponyboy got a job soon enough so the financial burden wasn’t on darry as much as before

he single-handedly built all your baby furniture and put together the nursery

is the type to rub your feet and give you massages

does whatever you need him to

its difficult sometimes though, darry’s patience runs thin quickly and your hormones make you a little all over the place

he does work on his temper a lot tho

you both work as much as possible to prepare for the birth of your baby

darry would take candid photos of you during your pregnancy all the time

as you get further into your pregnancy, he really pushes for you to stop working so much

but you tell him you’ll stop working so much when he does

eventually, you’re back to working your normal amount

he prioritizes you over anyone else

if the gang is being loud and its late

he’ll kick them out in a split second

he’s not the type to talk to your belly too much besides a “bye/i love you” type thing

but he kisses it after he kisses u

he has some preparental panic when you go into labour

but you assure him everything’s gonna be okay

he also cried when he first held the baby

i could see him being either a boy or girl dad but maybe like fraternal twins

he loves his baby/ies a lotttttt

he teaches them everything he knows and protects them with his life

it was very fitting that you had kids bc you two were seen as the parents of the group

meaning the entire gang had your kids back all the time

two-bit matthews

when you found out you were pregnant with two’s baby you were really nervous

he was very easy going and he loved to be free and have fun

a kid would take away from that

two’s a big drinker and you tended to have a drink or two when you were around him

so you couldn’t hide this at all

when you turned down a beer at first, he didn’t question it

but when the day became night, and he knew you had nothing the day after, he questioned why you kept turning it down

so you just told him

he thought it was a joke

or that one of his friends had put you up to this

but when he realized you were serious

he hugged you so tight

you were worried because he had no job and no intentions of getting one

thankfully his mom was super supportive of your relationship so you could stay with him

you really pushed him to get some kind of job

he spends the entire pregnancy talking about how excited he is to have a mini me

like he is prepared to match outfits and hang out with that baby all day

he doesn’t like bend down to talk to your bump but he talks to it as if the baby was already out and grown

(he definitely thinks having sex with you means he’s poking the baby with his penis)

but does that stop him? no

his reasoning, the baby won’t remember it

you guys get into your fair share of arguments but he is great at lightening the mood and making you laugh

he’s actually a great communicator

he can be a little oblivious to your needs sometimes so you do have to keep him in check

when you went into labour he really didn’t know what to expect

(he sneaked a look at ur vag when you were in labour and was actually traumatized after)

BOY DAD

your baby is 100000000% his mini me

like they WILL act the same

especially as they grow older

he loves making your baby laugh

#the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders fluff #ponyboy x reader #dallas winston x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #two bit matthews x reader #johnny cade x reader

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cherrycocaineee · 1 year

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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.

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dljcem · 9 months

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ೃ༄ Apple Cider

johnny cade x gn!reader

warnings: not beta or proof read, brief mentions of smoking/injury, prompt credits to @/lovemeagoodprompt

5 times johnny wanted to tell you he loves you + 1 time he finally did !

Johnny couldn’t quite tell what you were talking about anymore. Somewhere in the conversation, he’d lost track of your commentary—who was running away, who was in jail, who was going with who, who stole what and where and why…

He was about to nod, feign (or try to, at least) some form of understanding, when you suddenly stopped.

“What?” he queries, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face?”

Without saying a word, you lean in, skimming the edge of his jacket collar before folding it down. A deep flush covers his features—he can only watch in stunned silence as you regain your earlier position, almost like nothing had ever happened.

“There!” you smile brightly at him; he swears his heart stops. He’s about to say something, but you promptly cut him off, resuming whatever story you’d been sharing before.

ii.

Johnny rummages through his pockets for what feels like the tenth time—still, the familiar weight of his lighter is nowhere to be found. A smile plays on your lips upon seeing his predicament; he doesn’t seem to notice, too caught up in frustration.

You retrieve your own lighter, tucked safely into the back of your jeans, and place it in his palm. That gets his attention.

“Keep it.”

He does so with hesitance, lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. Albeit a relatively small gesture, it has his head spinning—only you could make him swoon with something as insignificant.

“Thanks, Y/N.” he mumbles, averting his gaze before you can sense there’s something amiss. He drowns out the words threatening to spill from his mouth with smoke.

iii.

Johnny doesn’t like parties. Not the alcohol, or the music, or the outright concerning amounts of people. He does like you, though—perhaps that’s why he’s sitting on some flimsy couch instead of walking home.

His arm is going numb under the weight of your head, yet he doesn’t move a muscle. He briefly wonders how you sleep amidst such chaos; soundly, by the looks of it.

You stir with a small noise, further burying your face in his shoulder. He knows then he’ll be there all night. He can’t bring himself to disrupt your rest when you’re oh so peaceful.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The rest goes unsaid.

iv.

Johnny lets you brush his hair back, doesn’t flinch as you press an antiseptic-doused cotton ball to the cut on his temple. The only sign of discomfort is the subtle creasing of his brows—somehow, you still catch on.

“You alright?”

He nods, straining a quick response to appease your concerns. He instinctively reaches up, traces the jagged outline of the wound. He knows for a fact it’ll leave a scar; an ugly one, at that.

“It’s not all bad,” you shrug, reading his mind once again, “makes you look tough.”

He looks away and tries to convince himself you mean nothing by it.

Johnny rests his back on the grass, damp from the morning rain. You’re laying only a few inches away, hair splayed in different directions. He watches as you search for patterns in the stars—amidst your concentration, you don’t notice his gaze.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a closer look, smile because you’ve finally found what you were looking for (or, rather, something close to it.)

“…yeah.”

He glances at the dark sky; finds that its not nearly as pretty as you.

vi.

Johnny looks at the horizon, where the setting sun casts various shades of orange. The porch steps are rough against his knees, old and worn from years of use—still, he is calm. You seem to share the sentiment, much quieter than you normally are.

“Hey, Y/N?” his question is but a whisper; you hum in acknowledgment.

“I think I love you.”

Before he can regret it, you’re leaning your head on his shoulder. And, for once, you meet his eyes.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

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jaidens · 10 months

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Your Hands Are Tough, But They Are Where Mine Belong,

pairing [s] : johnny cade x soc!reader

warning [s] : js sm sweet ol’ fluff <3 | typical one bed trope, except he doesn't hate you, he's madly in love with you. | basically of how you love birds found out you were even tweeting love.

a/n [s] : hey sweethearts! requests are open! a discord server with my friends is open! we need some friends guys!! dm me or you can comment and I will give you the information!!

You and Johnny were in a questionable relationship. You were from the Westside, and lived in a large neighborhood with white picket house fences and golden retrievers running around. You met him through Ponyboy after you were picking up your little sister from her boyfriend’s house. Darry took you into the house after all it was snowing outside and freezing. You waited for her to gather her stuff from Ponyboy’s room and you noticed Johnny stare on you.

Two-Bit was Kathy’s boyfriend and you knew that. He walked up behind you and tapped around your shoulders with his fingers pretending to walk across them. “How’s our girl doing?” He asks about Kathy and you laugh. “She’s good Two. She said she was dreaming about your dreamy eyes in class yesterday.” Two -Bit giggles and jumps around a bit.

“Heya’ John! You hear that? Kathy was dreaming about me.” His arms wrap around the boy’s shoulder pulling him in. The boy doesn't respond and he just laughs. You remember your sister explaining about some of the boys and how one of them was your age and how he was real quiet after Bob knocked him in. She said Pony described him like a kicked puppy, and you had to agree. His darling eyes and soft knicks on his face were a good representation of that.

“Hey I'm already to go. Don't wanna be late, Daddy's gonna call the police if we don't go.” She gives Pony a kiss on the cheek before running off after you. You're laughing with her and Johnny stares through the window at you. God, he's surely never felt this way, but it's making his stomach hurt.

You met the boys once again whenever you and your sister were invited to eat with them. You were told to go so your parents didn't dig the Curtis’ a new one if they found out your sister got hurt by any of them. “Hey there! You're back for good. Missed me huh?” Steve is laughing at Two-Bit while he stares at the television that plays a random cartoon. “Sure Two-Braincells.” You flick his forehead and watch how he gets mad at you.

Ponyboy and the boy from a week ago walk through the door and they all greet them. Johnny's and Pony’s are being thrown out in the air and they wave while Pony holds the conversation. Sodapop is sitting next to you, chewing on a toothpick while he discusses work with Steve. “Hey John’ you can sit down. She doesn't bite.” Two says to Johnny and he sits down before shrinking away from you. You think it's sweet; the love they all share between each other. You've never been worried about your sister since they started dating.

Johnny doesn't talk very much and would let Ponyboy or Dallas tell people how he felt. He looked rough, but under that thick skin was a boy who just wanted to be loved. It was his raw fingers from chewing and pulling on his skin, the fingernails that were bitten down to the end. The bruises and scars that littered his skin made your eyes burn as you stared at the recent red ones and the cuts that stay permanent on his skin.

You're staring at him until someone calls your name. Sodapop wraps around the corner and tells you, “Hey, your parents are on the phone.” You sit up from the couch and you watch Johnny follow you. Whenever you leave the room, you can hear hushed whispers from the group and an unfamiliar voice responding and telling them to shove off. You tell your sister that she was allowed to sleepover if you stayed. She got excited and jumped a bit in Pony’s arms.

Johnny was messing with the cigarettes in his pockets and excused himself to go smoke. You decided to follow him outside and smoke with him to find out about him. “Hey, what’da doing? It's too cold out here, go back inside.” His voice is soft and calm as he notices you shake slightly whenever you walk outside without a jacket. “I want a cigarette. And, I wanna know you. You're the only guy who hasn't yelled in my face about yourself.. besides Dal and Dar.” He keeps his eyes on the ground, and closes in on himself as he lights a cigarette.

“That just isn't me. I'm the runt of the group. You know that.” Johnny talks down on himself. You hope that he doesn't think that you're gonna hurt him because of the Westside reputation, and especially because of Bob's horrible drunken actions. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Is all you say to him whenever you pull the cigarette from in-between his fingers and take a pull.

His head is turned slightly and he stares at the way your eyes close and you relax against the bench. Johnny couldn't lie and say he wasn't worried for whenever Ponyboy came home, jumping and giggling about his new Soc girlfriend. Pony had cornered him and laid against him and told him that his girlfriend had an older sister, and how if they got married, they'd be true brothers. He smiles upon the thought and understands why Pony likes your little sister so much.

You're both kind and show love to the gang and never had a pre-judice thought around them. It was almost Soc culture to have it, but you never did. You had actually chosen to speak to everyone individually and understand them. Johnny wasn't even sure he did that. The cigarette is back in his fingers and he takes a drag. He notices the small lipstick stain from your lips, and it makes him have a tingly feeling in his stomach again. You make him giddy and happy, and he hasn't even had a conversation with you.

“How old are you?” You ask him to see his eyes widen at the question. “I’m sixteen. Two years older than Pone.” You open your mouth like you're surprised. “Me too! That's real cool.” Johnny looks away from you again and he sees you spin the rings on your fingers. You hold a conversation with him about life here and how his life is. The snow is falling down quicker and it covers the grass. The sky is beautiful tonight as the snowflakes drop gently and the stars are illuminated with the clear sky.

“Where do ya’ think the snowflakes come from if there ain't no clouds?” Johnny asks you. You shrugged your shoulders and told him you didn't know. “It's real pretty tonight isn't it?” You ask him as you stare at the sky and the streetlights that lit up the snowflakes that fall with gold hues. “Yeah. It's nice.” If Johnny had to be honest, he forgot about the cold whispy wind against his face whenever he felt the blush that scattered across his face.

Dallas opens the door and says, “Hey man. Darry's closing up y'all gotta come inside or I’m locking yall out.” You rolled your eyes at him and stood up and walked inside. You heard Dallas yelling at Johnny for ‘being an idiot!’ and you frowned. Johnny had a sad look on his face and you saw how he was crumpled up in his shell again. “Dallas. What did you get at John’ for? He looks like a little scared turtle.”

“The idiot said he wanted to sleep at his house.” Dallas puts out the cigarette in his mouth and sets it on the ashtray. You raised your eye brow at him. “Why can't he sleep at his house? Is he homeless?” You hush your voice in hopes no one hears your conversation with Dallas. “Nah man. His dad beats em’. That's where those bruises come from.” You cover your mouth with your hand and you're in complete shock. You had recognized his different behavior and how he would flinch at the sound of Two-Bit throwing a bottle in the trash, or Steve jumping up and his hand going up too quickly.

“Thank you for telling me Dallas.” You thank him before walking to where Johnny would sleep. He had a small roll out bed with blankets that Darry would make up for him. You sat down on the tiny bed next to Johnny, seeing him curled up under a thin blanket that barely covered him. “Hey Johnny. Are you awake?” You whisper gently as you see him churn slightly. “Mm.. yeah m’ awake.” He rubs his eyes and sits up.

“Did you need something?” Johnny asks you gently and you nod. “I’m supposed to stay over tonight, but I'm not sure where to sleep. Steve and Two are on the couch and floor. And Soda and Pom obviously. Do you know where some blankets are? I can just like, sleep in the kitchen.” Johnny stares at you blankly before shaking his head no. “I’m not making you sleep in the kitchen, take my bed. I can go out to the lot.” You unconsciously put your hand on Johnny's, making his ears turn a dark red. You pull it off quickly and grab your hand.

“I’m not making you give up your bed or freeze to death. I'm just gonna kick Two off the couch.” You stand up and walk away before Johnny grabs your hand. “C’mere. Two gets cranky if you wake him up early. You can sleep with me. My bed is big and I'm small. We gotta share the blanket though. Darry said Steve took five home..” Johnny laughs and you sit down and stare into his soft brown eyes. His eyes are darting around your face, as he quickly loses it with you and lays back down. Johnny has a small pillow and the blanket that barely covers the bed fully.

You lay down next to him and he turns his back at you and curls up. You tell him goodnight softly and close your eyes. It's warm with him, his body heat surrounds you and the way his chest swells as he sleeps. You can help but open your eyes a little, and stare at his soft skin and the small scratches and scars that little his gentle skin.

You wake up the next morning with the warm sun sleeping against your skin. You're not sure how warm you are when it’s frozen outside. It's snowing again and you stare at it through the small window lighting up the small room you're sleeping in. You go to pull your arms up to wipe your eyes open, and you notice how you have to tug. You look down and see tan arms wrapped around yours, and a mop of black hair on your shoulder.

Then it hits you: Johnny Cade is cuddling you in his arms. Suddenly, everything feels much warmer and you swear you're fully melted into him. He's snoring softly as he pulls you closer into him. He fits like a perfect puzzle piece, like he was supposed to sleep right there always. It's calm and comforting until Darry yells at everyone to get up and that breakfast is ready.

Johnny moans as he wakes up. He stretches his arms and legs before he recognizes you're in his hold. “Aw man, I'm real sorry. I didn't even realize.” He quickly lets go of you and stands up. His arms wrap around his body and he walks away. You frown softly and get up, you make the bed. You can't say you're not worried about Johnny, every time you see his face with a new bruise or a bandaid plastered across his forehead.

You walk out of the room and into the kitchen, Ponyboy and Sodapop are munching down breakfast and Johnny sits there quietly. He has a small plate of eggs in front of him and arms over his stomach. Your sister is rambling to Ponyboy at something at school and he stares at her with complete love in his eyes. It's sweet if you had to be honest, how he cared and protected her so much.

You walk up behind Darry who's making food at the stove. “Hey Dare. I think Johnny needs more food. Can you make him some more stuff?” Darry nods and turns his head to look at the boy who's slowly picking at his eggs. Dallas comes in with tired eyes and pale skin, clad in just his jacket. He walks to the fridge and pulls out a beer and pops the top and throws it into the trash. “Dallas you're drinking at eight in the morning? Are you serious?” Dallas puffs his chest out and stands in front of you, attempting to show his dominance. “Yeah? You got a problem with it?”

Johnny mumbles something quietly and Dallas turns his back to you. “What did you say punk?” He tries to take his plate of eggs and you slap Dally’s hands. “Don't pick a fight with me. Go to Bucks if you're hungry. You don't get to steal his food.” Johnny can't help but smile and get giddy at you protecting him. Dallas huffs and puffs out air and walks out the door and slams it while yelling nonsense.

“Ponyboy, did you finish your homework last night?” Darry asks as he piles more food on their plates, and toast and bacon on Johnny's. He smiles up at him and starts eating again. You get your own food, even to Darry's request to let him get you food. Ponyboy responds to his eldest brother with a random drawn out response to him. Johnny laughs and you sit down next to him.

“You didn't have to stick up for me. I could've handled it.” Johnny tells you, and you stop eating to tell him. “You probably could have, but I wanted to. Dallas messes with everyone and doesn't realize he's being a dick.” He looks down at the floor and you see the way his leg nervously bouncing up and down. Your hand slides gently onto his leg, calming him down. Sodapop turns on the radio, and immediately goes to his favorite channel. Him and Pony argue for a minute before Darry tells them to shut up.

“Are Steve and Two-Bit ever gonna wake up? They look dead.” You laugh as you see Steve with his mouth open and snoring louder than he already was. “Hopefully not. I want Steve's pay. Maybe my manager will double it because Steve's gone!” It's a bundled up sound of laughter and giggles as Steve wakes up with a surprised sound. Steve is on the floor, rubbing his eyes. Two-Bit is still fully asleep, almost falling off the couch as well.

Johnny wasn't sure about most things, but one thing he was, was that your laugh completely captured his entire attention. He's staring at you now instead of Steve or Two-Bit with complete and utter love in his eyes. He's sure there's drool dripping from his mouth as he has his head plastered on his head and he's just staring at you. “Take a picture man, she'll go away at some point.” Is all Ponyboy says, snapping Johnny out of his cloudy, love-filled vision.

Your hand is still laying on his thigh, he's not fully sure if you forgot about it or not. However, he's giddy and giggling in his mind about the delicious feeling that heats up on his leg. Johnny is relaxed as he listens to the Van Morrison song that plays on the radio, he's surely heard it a thousand times, but he'll still listen to it everyday, it reminds him about the life he has. Johnny has the gang, his brothers that enjoy listening to the same song hundreds of times. Johnny cannot lie, however, that he enjoys listening to The Beatles with you whenever he gets invited over. He stares at the posters that clad your wall filled with Paul McCartney’s face.

You've relaxed now and you're chewing on your food. He can't help but begin staring once more as you finish up. You have a soft smile on your face as you compliment Darry on his cooking. Johnny follows you around the kitchen and places his plate in the sink. You ask him if he enjoyed the food, and he blankly stares at you. “Johnny, are you there?” Your hand falls to his arm and you rub it softly. He's sure you're visible to the pink shade of his skin and as it layers over his tan color. “Yeah, the food was good.”

“Awe good!” And there you go again, with the smile that makes him want to lasso the moon to see it again. You start to help Ponyboy with his stuff and turn around to Johnny. “Can you please wipe off the table? It'll be really good for me. Pretty please?” He nods at you, when truly he knows you could've told him to clean and pointed a finger and you would be able to see your reflection in it.

However, when he's cleaning, he doesn't realize how far his elbow pushes and it slams into a glass and it knocks onto the floor. You run into the kitchen at the loud noise and see Johnny on the floor, attempting to pick up the glass with his hands. You can see how frantically he's moving, such as him wanting to hide he ever did it. “Johnny, baby, don't clean glass with your bare hands.”

Johnny looks up at you with water-glassed eyes. His lip is slightly poking out and he hugs you tightly. “Man, I'm real sorry. I don't even know why I did that, gosh Darry is gonna—” He's cut off abruptly with a kiss planted onto his lips. Johnny melts in your light touches and the kiss to his lips. You pull away from him and he's staring at you. “Don’t say any of that. It's just a glass. Let's clean it up then we can get ice cream, yes?” He nods and stands up off his knees. You're helping him clean up and throw the shattered glass into the trashcan.

You stand up and your arm goes around his shoulders. He's looking down on the ground and he's scraping the floor with his shoes. “Hey, let's go.” You grabbed your purse and the cardigan you had thrown on. “Are you gonna be cold?” He asks softly, and he grabs onto your hand. He isn't sure of how easily your hand fits in his, but it makes sense. You're the perfect match to his and he makes him extremely happy. “I’ll be fine, c'mon. I want ice cream and a date with my favorite person.

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tim-shepard · 7 months

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

hihi anonny, tysm for the request

word count: 856

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And right now, Johnny needed him.

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Johnny?”

“Yeah Dal?”

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

#the outsiders #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fanfic #jally fic #jally fanfic #johnny cade x dallas winston #johnny cade #dallas winston #the outsiders fluff #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASKBOX FOR OVER 2 YEARS. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. IM SORRY IT TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

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stay-gold-bitch · 2 years

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can you please write a romantic fanfic of johnny x reader where they share a really intimate moment with one another late at night?

I didn’t make it, uhm, shReXy but I made it more fluffy, sorry if that pissed you off 😅

TW: Mommy + Daddy issues, Promise rings, Elvis Presley (idk some people don’t like the dude)

Johnny Cade x Reader:

Dancing in the Moonlight

You’d always loved Johnny, as far back as you could remember. It must’ve been in Kindergarten when you met him, a strange little boy with no friends. It took a few tries, but he finally began to warm up to you, to the point where you were talking every day. Those childhood years were now precious memories, but there would be one thing he said you’d never forget.

“Y/N when we grow up I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive!”

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“Hey! Y/N/N!” Johnny practically shouted, something rare to hear.

Both you and Johnny were walking home from the drive in, on a particularly cold fall evening. The stars in the sky twinkled brightly as the crickets chirped their usual boring song.

“I’m here, sorry.” You murmered, “Just lost in thought.”

And wandering in your mind you’d do again, this time staring at Johnny’s face. The two of you’d been dating for a year now, but even then you couldn’t stop from staring at his features. You especially loved his eyes, they looked like the chocolate he’d buy you on special occasions.

Slowly, Johnny turned his head toward you and began chuckling lightly. “You’re starin’ at me again baby.” He teased, pinching your cheek as you blushed.

“Oi, cut it out.” You pouted, face turning into a beet red.

Johnny pulled you close to him the rest of the way to your house, warming your body up a bit from the chilly weather around you. As you reached the house you froze, hearing the sounds of your parents arguing. Your blood boiled inside you, deciding to yank Johnny’s hand and start walking away.

“Woah woah woah! What are you doin’ ?”

“I ain’t goin’ back there!” You shouted, “Can we just- go to the empty lot maybe?”

Your boyfriend nodded lightly, “I mean, if you want to.”

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There you were, huddled up next to Johnny, tears streaming down your face. A small portable radio you’d brought tuned into some random station.

“I just don’t get it Johnnycake.” You sobbed, “Why do they have to fight all the damn time?”

“Shhh baby, I know” He soothed, slowly stroking your cheek, “Don’t worry about it now.”

Finally, you stopped crying, burying your face into his neck. Johnny’s rough and calloused hands began caressing your pretty face. Though you didn’t notice at the time, a certain song started playing on the radio.

“Wise men say,,, only fools rushed in.”

Johnny gasped lightly, “Y/N/N, it’s our song!”

Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley was a song both you and Johnny liked a lot, and ironically called it “Your song” as some unfunny inside joke.

“Yeah, it is.” You smiled, standing up with Johnny.

He wrapped his arms around your smaller body, letting you relax in his embrace. After a bit, the two of you found yourselves dancing in the empty lot, lovingly looking into each other’s eyes and laughing now and then.

In the middle of the song, Johnny hugged you tightly,

“Do you remember what I said in Kindergarten?”

“I dunno you didn’t say much in kindergarten,” you chuckled before thinking again.

“Y/N when we grow up I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive!”

“Wait- yeah, I think I do.” after correcting yourself, Johnny pulled himself away from you.

“Said I’d make you the happiest woman alive yeah?” He questioned in his usual soft voice, “Well, although we’re a bit too young to marry- I got you somethin’ “

Pulling an object out of his pocket, you gasped. A promise ring. It was made of silver, with a little design with your first initial on it.

“Johnnycake you didn’t have to-“

“But I wanted to.” Johnny smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly. You too leaned in, deepening the kiss.

A minute or so passed, when you finally had to pull away for air.

“Oh baby, I love you so much!” You cooed, being met with a reply from Johnny,

“I love you even more.”

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #fanfic #x reader #the outsiders fluff

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concreteprints · 2 years

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So far whatever reason I decided to read the to all the boys series.

Can I request Ponyboy x reader where reader's little sister mailed Ponyboy a love letter that reader wrote the year before? It was never meant to be mailed out but little sisters are jerks.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before | Ponyboy x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1730

Warnings: N/A

Note: I think this is gender neutral reader but it might be a little feminine? No mentions of gender/agab though. Also I have never seen this show but I think I know the premise so I did it the best I could lol. Ponyboy is like 15/16 in this 'cause I felt a bit weird writing about a freshly 14-year-old. ---------

About a year ago, with an avid crush on a boy in your year, you had written him a love letter. It was short and silly but it still made you smile. Usually you would’ve never had the nerve to say those cheesy romantic things, but you didn’t see any harm in writing it in a letter. Once you finished, you had tucked it away in a box under your bed, of course. You could never actually show it to him. Not in a million years, especially not with your name signed at the bottom of it. It was beyond embarrassing to even think about.

You had almost completely forgotten about it. You still thought Ponyboy was cute, he was the cutest boy in school in your opinion, but you barely had any classes together this year and the crush had started to fade. It was still there, obviously. It was just less prominent. More like a foggy memory than an actual feeling.

One day, while looking under your bed for some pen you had just dropped, you found the box you had left it in. You pulled it out with a smile, the memory rushing back to you. Maybe you could read the stupid letter again and have a good laugh at yourself

To your dismay, the letter was gone. Along with all the other stupid things you had shoved in that box over the years. Your sister, being the only one who really snooped around in your room anymore, had obviously done something. Your parents wouldn’t have just thrown something away like that and if they had, they definitely wouldn’t have left the box. You ran downstairs and started shouting at her.

“What the hell did you do with that letter?! The one in the box under my bed!”

She looked taken aback, “What do you mean what did I do with it?! I sent it! What else are you supposed to do with a letter?”

“When… when did you send it?” You asked, fear visible on your face.

“Like a week ago? Y/N what’s wrong? I mean it’s not like it didn’t have his name on it! All it was missing was a stamp!”

“It was missing a stamp for a reason, you idiot!” You shouted before running out of your house. Surely you could get the letter before Ponyboy read it, right? It wasn’t like his family seemed like the type to check their mailbox daily. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had mail from weeks ago stacked up in there.

The mailbox’s flag was up but when you looked inside, there was no mail. You sighed and put the flag down like you would’ve on your own mailbox out of habit. As you walked away, you tried to tell yourself that the letter just hadn’t come yet, but that didn’t seem very likely. So far luck hadn’t been on your side and you didn’t think now was the time for it to get better.

You were tense and anxious throughout the entire next day. To the point where even your most self-centered friend noticed it. Vickie wasn’t mean. At least, not by textbook definition. She just wasn’t all that nice unless she wanted something from you. In your opinion it seemed more like she just hadn’t learned how to be kind, and maybe that was true. From what you had seen the last time you came to her house, Vickie’s mother didn’t seem like she could teach an adult bird how to fly, much less teach a child how to act.

“And so he was all ‘maybe if you were hotter I wouldn’t have kissed her’ like- excuse me? How is it my fault you can’t keep your-“ Vickie turned to you, suddenly noticing how worried you looked, “What’s wrong?”

Honestly that caught you off guard. Vickie didn’t usually notice when anything was going on with you or anyone else for that matter. You sighed softly, staring at your tray of nearly inedible looking school cafeteria food. Eventually deciding that, even if she didn’t care, you might as well take this chance to talk about it. It wasn’t like she could be any less help than the sister who sent the letter in the first place.

“Well, like a year ago I wrote this… one guy I had a crush on a love letter. I never sent it, obviously, but I signed my name and addressed the envelope to him. Mostly to entertain myself.” She looked a bit confused so you decided to continue, “Well, I found out last night that my sister had sent the letter to him almost a week ago.

Vickie practically squealed. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Isn’t that perfect? You don’t even have to confess!”

“Oh I wish it was that simple Vick. He knows where I live. The second he reads that letter my life is over.” You complained with a groan, letting your head fall onto the palm of your hand.

As you continued to pick at your food, you couldn’t help but glance over at where he was sitting. Your mind began to wander, thinking about how nice he looked today. The year had changed him a lot, but that definitely wasn’t a bad thing. He still had that cute, boyish charm about him. You didn’t think he would ever manage to grow out of that. But his face was more mature now. He was a year younger than you, so you could say that that was the reason why you thought he looked sweet and boyish. Really though, it was just because of how nice he was compared to all of the rest of the greaser boys.

The school day was finally over and you were beyond relieved that he hadn’t approached you even once the entire day. You had assumed that meant that he had not read it yet (either because he hadn’t had the chance or because he hadn’t gotten it yet), but unfortunately when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder you knew it wasn’t.

You sighed before turning around to face the exact boy you had been avoiding all day. It was evident on your face that something was up with you, you could already feel it heating up as you two made eye contact. “Hey…” he said softly.

“Oh god I’m… listen, I’m so sorry. You were never supposed to-“

“Man I’m not… what, do you think I’m mad or something?” He laughed slightly, you noted that his voice was deeper than you remembered, “I was just wondering if you could come over to my place for a bit? I’m having a bit of trouble with my homework.”

You felt like someone had just taken a 50 pound weight off of your chest. Like the world suddenly wasn’t ending anymore. He didn’t read the letter, he probably hadn’t even gotten it yet. All Ponyboy wanted to do was hangout with you and study.

You couldn’t help but smile slightly. Maybe you did still have a crush on him. “Yeah… yeah I can do that, right now?”

Pony just nodded in response. You walked home with him, smiling nearly all the way. Just enjoying his company. You noticed yourself glancing over to him every once in a while. Unbeknownst to you, the only reason you hadn’t seen him staring back was because he was so focused on you he could always tell right before when you were about to turn your head towards him. It was something he had been practicing for a while with you.

As you reached his house, he turned to you with a small smile on his face. “The place is a bit messy, but my bed’s alright.”

You didn’t do much more than nod. Too focused on memorizing his features to pay much attention. You heard him talking, you knew he said something. You just weren’t sure what that was.

You followed him into the house. It was almost exactly how you remembered it. It wasn’t as messy as you would normally expect a house that usually had seven boys in there messing around daily, but it was still a bit sloppy. Darry probably hadn’t gotten around to cleaning yet this week. You knew he was the only one who really cared about the house’s appearance.

“So Pony…” You sat on his bed, “what’d you need help with?”

Pony sighed, “No… actually I just…” He pulled the letter out from under his pillow and handed it to you. You immediately recognized the paper you’d written it on, “I want to talk about this.”

“Oh god. Pony listen, this was never meant to be sent to you. I’m sorry if it made you think anything or-”

He interrupted you. “Y/N I don’t mind, at all, actually. I thought it was a bit sweet.”

You felt your face heat up, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. You wanted to say something but you weren’t quite sure how you should. This already felt awkward enough.

“You did? Really? I mean… honestly I thought it was a bit stupid.” You admitted, looking down at your lap. You wished you were more confident right now but that look that Pony always seemed to give you made you weak in the knees, even when you were sitting down.

“Hey,” Pony placed his pointer finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to look at you better, “I’m not mad or anything… actually, I like you too.” He confessed, his eyes briefly falling down to your lips before making eye contact again.

You could tell what he wanted now that your head was clearer. Now that the initial anxiety of him knowing had lessened. He was actually a bit obvious with it, when you really think about it. You bit your lip before taking the risk. It seemed worth it, at least it did after you heard him say those words. You closed your eyes before leaning in and kissing him gently. It was a quick kiss. A sweet, innocent one, just like him.

As you pulled away you saw him smiling more brightly than you ever thought you had seen him smile before, which you didn’t think was possible. “Been waiting to do that since I met you, honestly.” He spoke once before kissing you again.

#the outsiders #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders fluff #the outsiders oneshot #oneshot #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader

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thewulf · 3 months

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Hi! This is Dillo, from @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me, and I was just wondering if you'd be interested in participating in a Valentine's themed event? There really aren't any rules, I would just make up a prompt list, just a few simple ideas that revolve around Valentine's day, and then you'd have free reign to write/draw/do whatever for any of Outsiders character you'd want to! After you make your awesome creation, you could just @ me in your post, or use a fancy tag I have yet to decide on, and then I'll reblog it to my blog so that we can hopefully create some friendships between content creators for the fandom! I think it's way important for us creators to bind together so the fandom doesn't get lost, ya know? So, yeah! Just lemme know how you feel about that!

Dillo 🤟

Ohhh this sounds so fun! I'd love to do something like this :) consider me interested!! One of my fav fandoms and it's hard to find active blogs/writers/creators!

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magma-frog0 · 1 year

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Johnny x Tae (personal request)

This is a personal request by a fan @tougherthanyou she requested fluff. She is a fan and if you want a post like this please ask.

"Hey Tae?" Johnny said looking at me as we walked through the neighborhood.

"Yes Johnny?" I looked at him taking a puff of a cigarette and handing it back to him.

"Do you want to come to the lot with me? It's fine if you don't want to, but it's getting late, and I wanted to show you something." He stopped and looked at me.

I looked up at the sky to see an orange and red hue as the sun was setting. I bet Pony is looking at it now from his porch, it's beautiful. "Sure, what do you want to show me?" I asked as I walked with him to the lot.

"You'll see," he said with a smirk growing on his face. When we got to the lot, he started a fire in the pit and pulled out a blanket that was tucked in a bush. It was not that dirty surprisingly. He placed the blanket next to the fire and laid down on it. He patted the spot next to him and I laid down next to him. "Look up." He whispered.

I looked and the sky was full of stars. "Woah- It's beautiful Johnny," I said looking at him. His eyes were fixated on the stars.

"Yes, they are." He said putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. He was so warm, he felt safe. I laid my head on his chest. He looked down at me and smiled as his fingers played with my hair. His eyes are so dark and beautiful, his hand went from my hair to my cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing my cheek as his eyes went from my eyes to my lips. My face was heating up and my cheeks were flushed, and he slowly leaned in to close the space between us. My eyes fluttered shut to enjoy the best seconds of my life. He pulled back "I'm not sorry."

"I'm not either," I responded as I put my head back on his chest and continued watching the stars.

#sorry this is short #personal requests #Johnny cade x fan #johnny cade #the outsiders #fluff #johnny fluff #the outsiders fluff #greasers #the outsiders 1983

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reds-skull · 6 months

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Christmas comic in October? It's more likely than you think.

Also I would die for young Kyle and Simon

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spikedhe4rt · 10 months

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hi! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do some headcannons about dating Sodapop? can be sfw or nsfw <3 thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Sodapop Curtis x Reader Headcannons 💕

A/N: I did sfw and nsfw! Hope you enjoy this! My request box is open. Feel free to request anything!

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ When you guys met, you both were 16

❥ You started off as friends as he was just getting over Sandy

❥ After a while, romantic feelings came about.

❥ You were each others favorite people. you helped him through his heartbreak and he helped you with just his presence.

❥ You fell first and he fell harder in a way.

❥ Cuddling even before you started dating

"Soda, can we cuddle?" He turns around, your backs no longer facing eachother. He nods sleepily and holds you tight.

❥ Once you guys started dating, your relationship was the same but 10x

❥ He loves to give you forehead kisses

❥ He's not one for holding hands but his arm stays around your waist.

❥ Sometimes you'll just find him staring at you, and he claims he's "admiring your beauty"

❥ He gives some the most heart warming hugs

❥ Taking non-sexual showers together.

❥ Him showing off in-front of you and making you flustered!

"Soda focus and stop flexing for your girlfriend" Pony said after a groan. Him and Soda were moving their bed frame but Soda kept flexing bc you were there.

❥ Hands on your thigh every time he drives.

❥ He puts a little money up every check to save up for promise ring

❥ Since he doesn't have the money yet, He makes you paper rings.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ He into breath play. Your hand on his neck sends him all the way. He loves how his hand looks around your neck.

❥ He prefers to give instead of receive.

❥ He gives the best head. He makes it almost impossible to stay quiet.

❥ He loves having his own hair pulled in bed. You discovered it on accident. He whimpered when it happened

Soda had his mouth on your clit, sucking every now and then. “Keep going, Soda. Fuck!” Your hands started tugging harshly at his hair. He whimpered slightly into your pussy. “Do it again”

❥ He loves to fuck raw but only when you are on the pill.

❥ Leaves huge hickeys almost everywhere.

❥ He loves to watch you beg but he’s not afraid to do it too.

❥ Hes very loud most of the time. You’ve had to put your hand over his mouth a couple times.

❥ He prefers to take you from the back but still fucks in missionary

❥ He’s a big sucker for overstimulation.

“You’re so sensitive, huh? Give me a couple more.”

❥ He likes when you guys make eye contact when he’s thrusting into you.

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cherrycocaineee · 1 year

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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.

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dljcem · 9 months

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ೃ༄ Sunsetz

ponyboy curtis fluff alphabet

ik this isn’t a request but i couldn’t help myself. template by @/queervibesmydude !

warnings: not beta or proof read

a= admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

ponyboy loves your outlook on life. if you ask about it, he’ll say it’s because it makes you you, separates you from the crowd. he also likes your kindness; he hasn’t exactly met a lot of nice people throughout his lifetime.

b= body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

his favorite would have to be your hands—he could hold them for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

c= cuddling (do they like to cuddle?)

it honestly depends on his mood. if its a bad day, he’ll want some space for himself. if not? he’s happy to hold you (or let you hold him) to your hearts content.

d= dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

movie date, all the way! he’ll take you to the nightly double, treat you to some food from the concession stand, and let you lay your head on his shoulder as you watch whatever’s playing<3

e= emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

he doesn’t always express his emotions out loud, especially when they’re negative. his body language is what gives him away; he can’t conceal it for the life of him.

f= family (do they want one? if so, when?)

family is a big aspect of his life. he has two biological brothers, and four non-blood related-ones. he knows for a fact he wants to start his own someday; have one or two kids, and a dog for good measure.

as for when, he prefers to wait until you’re both ready to settle down. so, probably a few years after college?

g= gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

he doesn’t care much for receiving them; he’d rather you show your affection through words or touch or simply spending time with him.

for the most part, he only gets you gifts on special occasions. your birthday, your anniversary, christmas, and so on. in his eyes, they’re more meaningful when given on certain days.

h= holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

he likes to hold your hand gently, trace imaginary shapes onto your knuckles with his thumb and whatnot. he’ll do it whenever he gets the chance to.

i= injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

his first thought—and priority—is to make it better. he’ll bandage you up before you can even ask him to. after that, he might be upset at himself for not being there. he’s tired of being so helpless when the people he cares for get hurt.

j= jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you? how?)

he doesn’t joke around much, unless he’s feeling particularly talkative. it’s just not his cup of tea. he does, however, make a lot of teasing/witty remarks—they come easier to him than jokes do.

k= kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

his kisses are as gentle as his hand holding. for the first few months of your relationship, they’re feather light, no more than a quick peck. it’s not until some time passes that he gets more comfortable with it.

l= love (how do they show they love you?)

words of affirmation and quality time. he spends all of his free time with you, even when you don’t have any plans for the day. he’s happy to just do nothing with you. he also compliments you a lot, tells you you look pretty and that you’re all he could’ve ever asked for.

besides that, he enjoys drawing you, if you don’t mind it. he considers you the perfect muse; you’re both pretty and motivating.

m= memory (favorite memory together?)

the first time you watched the sunset with him. it’d been completely unplanned; you just happened to see him sitting his porch on your way home. you joined him, because it was starting to get dark and you didn’t want to be all alone. when you weren’t looking, he stole glances at you—somehow you were even prettier than the orange hues of the sky. he knew he loved you then. he’d always known deep down, but that day he knew for sure.

n= nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

he’s afraid of losing you, as cliché as it sounds. you’re one of the few sources of stability in his life, and he’s not quite sure what he would do without you.

o= oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he’s prone to spacing out at random times, since he can get lost in his thoughts quite easily. he’ll be reading to you one moment and pondering the meaning of life the next—you end up being responsible for bringing him back to reality more often than you’d like to.

p= pet names (what do they like to call you?)

he uses darling, my love, and babe sometimes. he usually just calls you by your name; there’s something strangely intimate about it.

q= quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he doesn’t care what you’re doing, as long as you’re together. with that said, he especially enjoys hanging out at the dingo and reading with/to you.

r= rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

dream lover by bobby darin. the lyrics remind you of his tendency to daydream, as well as the emotions he harbors towards you. it also just sounds like a song he’d enjoy.

s= secrets (how open are they with you?)

he’s pretty open, albeit sometimes unintentionally. you get him talking like no other and once he starts he can’t stop. there’s certain things he’ll be more adamant about sharing, but he’ll ultimately do it anyway.

t = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

about 5-6 months. he knew he loved you long before then, he just wanted to make sure you reciprocated before acting upon his feelings.

u = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

if you prefer to be alone when you’re frustrated, he’ll let you be. he might get a little sad that you don’t want him near, but he understands it’s nothing personal. he’ll check up on you once you’ve calmed down, keep his distance until you give him the green flag.

if you like to have someone with you, he won’t abandon your side no matter what. he’ll let you rant about your day and run his hands through your hair, something he deems to be soothing.

v = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

he doesn’t see any need to show you off. he’s proud of the relationship you’ve formed together more than he is of anything else, he’s just not that type of person.

w = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

he doesn’t like to see you hurt, so he doesn’t always like it when you fight. he’s more than willing to fight for you and/or with you. so long as you’re not all roughed up afterwards.

x = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he can tell how you’re feeling pretty quickly; he spends so much time with you he knows what all of your emotions look and sound like.

y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

he would likely do a more quiet proposal, something private with only the two of you. he wants the moment to be yours and yours only—no noisy friends, no overbearing family.

he’d take you to a pretty spot—a grassy field with flowers, or something along those lines—and bring some of your favorite foods for you to enjoy as you admire the view. then, when the nerves get the best of him, he’ll pull out the small velvet box in his pocket and ask the big question.

z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

quiet moments spent with you. reading together, helping each other with homework, watching the stars at the lot. it’s not often you two get to be alone, so he cherishes the few times you can be.

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I'm Standing There On A Balcony In Summer Air

pairing [s] : the outsiders [boys] x reader

warning [s] : | just sum fun headcannons because I'm on vacation right now! I also feel like I based this off a beach vacation because why not..

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

Darry Curtis

— Listen, if anything, this is the one man that needs a long and nice vacation. Without his kid brothers, just him and his lovely soulmate. He gets maybe a week or two weeks of complete relaxation.

— I definitely see him as the type of guy to decline and tell you no whenever you surprise him with a beach house and a trip to a region other than Tulsa, Oklahoma. He'll probably tell you he needs to work, and a vacation is the last thing he needs.

— However, when he hits the soft bed and warm pillows that smell of the sea and relaxation, he's completely and utterly passed out. The soft waves that crash against the shore have him lousy and drunkenly walking around the beach house.

— He loves the warm sand and the water that cools him down. Darry holds you and thanks you the entire time for convincing him to relax for a week with you. Even with it, he can't help but call every day to check in on his brothers and their friends. It's almost unconscious, you swear, the way he rings in the house phone and talks for ten minutes of blabber.

— Okay, but seriously, can we fund a vacation for Darry? I think he needs it, desperately, before he loses it.

Sodapop Curtis

— Prettiest goddamn boy on the entire beach. You're surprised you're able to tell the difference from in-between his soft, ocean colored eyes and the washboard abs he's sporting as he whips up from the water and water drips down his back and abs. It gets you hot and flustered, but who can blame you? It's Sodapop Curtis.

— He definitely needs a vacation, not as much as Darry, but he's a close second. He has a sense of protection over his brother's so he does also stress over that. His job isn't as competitive or stressful as Darry's, so I don't believe it would be job related. I think he just needs a walk away from Tulsa for a bit, to get away from the yelling that Darry does and Ponyboy’s constant arguments he makes.

— I am completely convinced as soon as he gets in a quiet, relaxed, and warm environment; he's like a bag of sand. He's passed out and you aren't waking him up anytime soon. Sodapop is the type of guy to set an alarm and tell you he is watching the sunrise in the morning then sleeps through the loud clanging ringing on the side table, how? You aren't sure at all.

— I believe he thanks you in many other ways other than verbal. Whether it's taking you to a nice dinner after scraping up the money he has in his wallet, or buying you little necklaces to wear. He's so incredibly thankful for the trip and the thought that someone cares about him enough to spend hundreds of dollars to spend a week with him on vacation? How else are you supposed to thank the love of his life?

— All in all, where is my Sodapop Curtis to spend a week with to use as arm candy?

Ponyboy Curtis

— Ponyboy has spent years attempting to convince his parents and Darry to go on vacation. Their vacations’s consisted of driving to the next town over or visiting family. There hadn't been a big enough trip that he was able to get away for a bit. So, whenever you surprised him with tickets to your family's beach house on a family vacation? He is completely ecstatic.

— I think he fully acts like a kid for most of the vacation. In Tulsa, it's almost automatically that you cannot be the same. With the constant fighting and hatred between the Socs and Greasers, Ponyboy is stuck in the middle of a crisis. He cannot relax for the life of Tulsa. Whether that's his neck hurting from him repeatedly looking over his shoulder, or just his entire body hurting from the wrath of people who just didn't know him.

— However, on vacation, he's like a little boy again. Ponyboy doesn't feel worried about whether there is or there is not a Soc on his back getting ready to pounce. He sits the sand and plays with himself, making holes and seeing how long it takes him to jump into the splashing water. It's sweet really, the way you could've sworn his smile had gotten bigger.

— He definitely waits too long to eat his ice cream and it melts; I'm sorry but there's no way he chomps down his ice cream before it melts in his hand. Pony is a summer and winter boy, there's no in between. He loved the way the sun lays on his skin and he's relaxed, then in the winter, he's able to stay with his brothers’ and love them.

— If anything, he is so extremely thankful. He says it through the entire weekend and then goes back to thank your parents for deciding to take their child’s boyfriend alongside on the trip.

— He is so sweet. That's all your honor.

Two-Bit Matthews

— Two-Bit is the guy to bring to a vacation, except he doesn't relax. You swore he gets crazier. He's jumping on beds and stealing everything he possibly can. You're not sure why Two-Bit took a pillow, but he did. I think as soon as he hears you ask to go on vacation with him, he's cackling and jumping around and immediately calls his school and says that he'll be out for a week. You're not confident of why he even called, you're sure he has more absences than he does days he actually showed up.

— I think he would have so much fun. He can barely sleep and he's tossing and turning in the bed the entire night. However, he jumps up as soon as you ask if he'll watch the sunrise with you. Two-Bit walks down to the beach with you and is holding a towel. He drops it on the ground and he sits on it, as well as you. Two lets you lay on him, holding your hand and kissing him gently as you thank him for everything he's done for you. He protects you and makes sure you're alright. He's definitely surprised you're thanking him and he hugs you tightly and pulls you to the ground. “No thank you! Baby I love you so much for taking me to this!”

— Two-Bit definitely found himself playing with a little boy and sand buckets after he helped the kid. It's sweet and it has you smiling ear to ear as the boy pulls his hand across the beach and they're racing with each other. He's like a puppy and he plays with everything he can find. He's the best brother, especially with his sister, but with any kid he's showing love and helping them out. He eventually comes back to you, out of breath and sweaty and sits down. His hair has no grease in it, so it's softly waved and long across his face.

— Two is sweet and kind the entire time. He's hugging and kisses you whenever you get to a beach-side dinner or you go buy a new swimsuit for either him or you. Two-Bit is holding you all day, you aren't sure if it's him checking you out or just holding you, but you still love it. He's completely grateful and he's thanking you every moment he possibly can. It's shared with kisses, hugs, and cuddling under the warm sun or the warm night on the beach.

— And now I must ask, where is my Two-Bit to go to the beach with?

Steve Randle

— Steve had only left Tulsa so many times. His parents barely recognized he was at the house most of the time. So either way, he would travel away from Tulsa and drive around. He visited some places around Texas as well as the rest of Oklahoma. So, whenever you surprise him with a trip to a place he mentioned of “dreaming” of going to, he sucked in a few tears and a big smile of his face.

— Whenever he gets to the place, he is overwhelmed with the quick change from Tulsa to where he went. He's quickly excited about the ocean and the crashing against the water. Normally, you would have made him get on a pair of shorts, but he decided to run in with his jeans hiked and rolled up his legs. He's laughing and smiling ear to ear with happiness. You follow his smile and watch him jumping and sliding across the waves. You're glad he's acting like a kid, expressing himself out of his shell.

— After he passed out on the beach, burning his skin, he laid on the soft white sheets as you had to rub cold aloe on his skin. When you ever attempt to mention him waiting a day to relax with the burn, he looks at you with a shocked look. “Why would you even say that?! Of course I'm going!” He still does and probably burns once more, even with a thick layer of sunscreen on.

— He's so incredibly thankful the entire time. Steve has some money saved up from the DX and decided to pay for all of the food and extra things at the vacation and tourist places. He doesn't tell you how much he has or how much anything costs. It's how he's thankful, he gives and gives and swears he doesn't need anything in return. Steve is so sweet, he holds you all day and just whispers about how happy he is to do this.

— He wakes up early in the morning to watch the sunset rise with you. The soft cold wind whipped through his ungreased hair. Steve is staring at the ocean and listening to the waves. He turns his head and kisses you gently and holds your hand. Then, he picks you up and throws you in the water: there's no in between. I apologize.

— Steve is actually one of my favorites.. he's so kind

Dallas Winston

— Dallas has never been on vacation. His dad doesn't care, and his mother passed away before she was able to take her young son on a trip. Dallas is fully able to leave Tulsa and go anywhere, but he has a connection to this town. His protection over Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis and the rest of the gang is what keeps him rested at night. So for that reason, he was completely unsure about leaving. You reassured him it would only be a week, and that the boys would be fine. He anxiously packed and decided to go.

— Whenever Dallas arrives, I feel like he doesn't show full appreciation for the beauty of where he's staying. He checks out what's around the house, opening cabinets and drawers for anything that might have been left from past people. You have to pull him outside to stare off of the balcony at the sunset that's on the coast. Dallas never understood why Ponyboy and Johnny loved the sunset and rises, but now he does. He understands everything Pony talks about whenever you grab his hand and kiss him gently and say how thankful you are for him coming.

— Dallas doesn't fully understand how to thank you for taking him to something that he can't ever repay. You tell him he's fine and he doesn't have to pay back anything and how he's enough. He relaxes his mind and starts taking you to stores and the ocean. Dallas is sweet and kind whenever he doesn't have to be worried about making sure you're safe or the gang finding out how head over heels he completely was for you. Dallas is laying across your lap while your fingers run through his waved dark hair. He's almost asleep as he stares at the sunset with you.

— Dallas is very upset with the bed in the beach house. You try and get him to lay down and as soon as he puts his back on the bed, he immediately says he hates it. You're convinced that it's because of the ratty, hardly comfortable bed he sleeps on every night he has gotten used to. You have to let him practically lay on top of you in a last resort attempt to get him to sleep. He passes out a few minutes later, snores falling from his mouth and soft movements on his smile.

— Dallas gets knocked down from waves too much, ending up with him spitting out sand and salty water while complaining as you laugh at him. You're out of breath as he gets knocked down from a particularly hard wave and he screams. Eventually, he chases you further into the water and you hold onto him like a koala as he holds you just above the water. That's when he thanks you, a long salty tasting kiss and a smile ending it. It's sweet and gentle, almost everything Dallas shows that he's not. Unless he's with you, he's dropped the guard he holds up to scare people away.

— Dallas eventually grows to love vacations, and even says he wants to take the boys to where you were staying. It makes you smile about the way he cares about them so much. You tell him that he's like a Beach Boy in his swim shorts and wavy hair. He doesn't enjoy being compared to The Beach Boys whenever he's a hard-headed and mean Greaser. All in all, Dallas is someone who grows to love anything he can stick his head too. As well as his hatred for carrying bags up sand dunes after leaving the beach, he doesn't love that very much.

— Bring Dallas to the beach, please.

Johnny Cade

— Johnny had never been out of Tulsa. His parents barely had enough money to keep the lamps on so they could see where they would argue and yell. He admittedly would remember nights when he was younger, staring at the stars and thinking about jumping across them and falling into a place where it was complete relaxation. So, when you surprised him with the trip for his seventeenth birthday, he cried and sniffled in your arms while thanking you. It was bittersweet and you couldn't help but tear up at his happiness for a week trip.

— Johnny is a little tourist bug. He's clad in a sweatshirt with the city across his chest. His sunglasses are covering his eyes as he walks down the palm tree-sided road. The sunset that flows throughout the town is absolutely beautiful and you can't help but clip a picture with your polaroid that you snuck into the trip. He just turns the second the click goes off, so you get a slightly blurry picture of Johnny smiling at you with his eyes on you. It's a picture you keep in your jacket pocket that reminds you of everything you have.

— Johnny is absolutely obsessed with the beach house. He's walking around with his hands in his pockets as he looks at everything it has. He tells you the small things he noticed, like the turtle design the wallpaper has or that the balcony has a different look than other ones. It's sweet how he tells you everything he notices, it reminds you of how grateful he is for even being able to leave Tulsa, but to go to a place he's been dreaming about is a totally different feeling.

— Johnny absolutely loves the beach. He digs holes and sits in them. You have to remind him to reapply sunscreen, but even with that, his soft cheeks turn a gentle red and his shoulders get a sunburn. The ocean is his favorite place, he doesn't care about the salt water that gets in his mouth or splashes into his eyes. He feels completely free and everything bad in his life gets taken away out from the shore. He collects seashells and screams whenever a fish slides against his foot and runs away.

— Johnny has already expressed his gratefulness with his constant telling you how happy he is because of the trip. He buys you a small friendship bracelet that connects with a heart magnet. He gets blushy and mushy inside when you tell him it'll never come off your wrist. As I've already said, Johnny loves walking through the tourism stores and picking up every turtle and keychain and messing with it. He does his hardest to make the most of the trip with you and shows he's happy for it. He believes he doesn't deserve it, if he had to be honest. He had only done so much for you, but with his fears crowding his feelings it was hard.

— Johnny lies with you on the sand and stares at the stars after the sun sets on the horizon. He swears they're brighter than in Tulsa, but you think you can barely see a difference. His hand is holding onto yours while you share stories with each other. He tells you things he's never told anybody with soft sniffles and laughs. It's romantic and just the thing Johnny needed. It's everything he needs, the sound of the waves that crash across the shore and the sea salt smell that lies in everything he owns. That's had been the night Johnny told you that you were written in his stars for forever.

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Eddie Munson gets famous at fifteen, after a YouTube video goes viral.

He's the kind of famous where he can't leave his house without being mobbed; where his name is plastered across grocery store tabloids and every fifth Pop Crave post; who has to make special arrangements with stores, whose body guards have body guards, who's forgotten what it's like to be normal. He's the kind of famous with well-chronicled stints in and out of rehab

And he thinks, at thirty, why not do a reality show? Why not let everyone in the world into his life because they're there anyway?

There's this guy on the crew, beautiful as a fucking sunrise. He's all golden-tanned and chestnut-haired, with these big hazel eyes that makes Eddie stomach swoop deliciously whenever they happen to meet his.

His name is Steve.

And Eddie, well. He's learned his lesson about jumping into relationships. So, Steve is nice to look at, and that's all there is to it.

---

They're at the studio, and Eddie, he only smokes when he's recording but he's "not allowed" to do that inside. So, he steps out into the alley behind the building, eyes falling shut as he hands search his pockets for his pack of Camels and his Zippo.

"I didn't realize you smoked," a deep voice says from the darkness.

Eddie startles, eyes flying open. Steve is leaning against the brick of the building, cigarette perched between his pursed lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Steve. With the crew."

"Eddie," he answers by instinct.

"I know," Steve chuckles. His hazel eyes are golden in the yellow streetlight.

"Oh, right." He lights his cigarette and inhales deep.

"I really like what you're doing in there." Steve nods his head towards the studio.

"You a fan?"

"Never listened to you much before. Not really a metal kinda guy, but I like it."

People aren't usually honest with Eddie. It's refreshing.

"Glad you're getting into it! How's your--uh, job going?"

Steve laughs. "First assistant camera, that's my job." Eddie's expression must read a total blank, but Steve only smiles. "I make sure everything's in focus while we film"

"Is that--hard?"

"Sometimes," Steve agrees. "How do you like being the star of a reality show?"

Eddie huffs out a breath. "It's more fun than I expected. Like, sure it's weird to have you guys follow me around, but at least I invited you, you know?"

Steve's dark eyes are fathomless in his perfect face. "You'll let me know? If anything happens that you don't like?"

Eddie nods, taken aback by the serious line of Steve's pretty mouth. Before he can respond more, the back door creaks open, Gareth's backlit shape leaning into the alley. "Eddie? They're ready for you."

"Duty calls." He smiles at Steve as he stomps out his cigarette. "See you around."

---

Eddie goes to a house party in the hills. It's just a handful of people, all of them he's known for years, no cameras in sight.

Someone asks how things are going with the band. Eddie doesn't think anything of it. Why should he, among friends? Why should he when they already know the resentment that Gareth, Jeff, and Freak have for him? Eddie got signed and not his band. The guys--they never really forgave him, think he could have tried harder.

So, he says--he says--"I wish they didn't resent me so goddamn much still. To this day! They're millionaires and they're pissed at me? Fuck that. I got them here. I got us all here."

They're filming the next day at Eddie's house. He's working on a new song, engrossed in his acoustic and his notebook.

He's so in the zone, it takes him a second to register when Gareth bursts into the house.

"Fuck you, Munson," Gareth screams. "What the fuck is this shit?" Eddie's own voice pours from Gareth's phone, and Eddie's stunned speechless for dozens of seconds as he tries to comprehend what's happening.

"I didn't--" he tires. He raises his hands placatingly, but his minds a whirlwind, thoughts a tangle, heart a mess of betrayal and hurt and fear.

"We should be fucking grateful?" Gareth yells. "You spoiled piece of shit, fuck you!" He lunges towards Eddie, but Steve darts from behind the camera, moving to block Gareth's path.

"Stop filming," Eddie shouts. He lifts his arms to block the shit. "Get out," he snaps at the crew. " Now!"

He and Gareth scuffle towards a set of double-doors, heated words low and unintelligible.

"Don't come in." He tells the crew. "Steve, I mean it. Tell them to stop."

Eddie shoves Gareth into the other room, slamming the door behind him. Still, the mics pick up the screaming fight between the two men.

Hours later, Eddie finally makes his way back to the main part of the house, finds Steve standing at the kitchen island.

"Why are you still here?" He's too exhausted from the fight to put any inflection into it.

"I was wo--I wanted to make sure everything was okay," Steve says. He relaxes against the island. "Are yo--is everything okay?"

Eddie's laugh is humorless. "Something like that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The tears he kept at bay with Gareth prick at his eyelids until they burn. "Not really, no."

Steve nods. "We could--you wanna watch a movie?"

This startles a laugh out of Eddie, one that has tears flooding his eyes and he has to blink fast, look down, anything so Steve doesn't notice.

"You know what I want?" he says. It's soft enough that maybe Steve, across the kitchen, wouldn't hear.

"What?"

"To have friends who won't sell me out for a couple thousand bucks." The tears start falling, his throat choked with emotion.

He wants to stop, embarrassed to be crying in front of Steve, but now that he's started, sobs shake his shoulders and he can't keep quiet.

Steve reaches for him. "Is this okay?" he whispers, hands rubbing circles against his back.

Eddie nods, cries for a while as Steve makes soothing motions against his back.

"I just wish I was normal," he mumbles when he has words again.

Steve's hold on him tightens. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

Shame hits him then, too hard to ignore, and he steps away. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go. I--Thanks again."

He ignores the sound of Steve calling him back.

---

Eddie's playing a show. He's playing a show in a small club, something he hasn't been able to do for years, but he's doing it right now. It's electric, vibrating through his body, the crowd screaming along with every word.

So much of this is because of Steve, and Eddie can't think about it, because men like Steve aren't for guys like Eddie.

As he plays, his eyes scan the small crowd, find Steve easily. He's gazing at Eddie, lips slicked pink and parted, eyes shining. Eddie knows this look; the naked desire obvious. A heat he never lets himself feel for Steve blooms low in his abdomen, but--

He wails into his mic, forcing his thoughts away from that path. He has a show to play, one that's pumping his veins full of satisfied adrenaline. Nothing can ruin it.

When the show ends, Eddie is high, endorphins and adrenaline pounding through his bloodstream.

Eddie, the band, and the film crew make their way out the club's backdoor. There's a car idling close by, but they only get a few steps in before there's shouting; the ear-shattering click of dozens of camera shutters; overwhelming burst of flashes.

Eddie is disoriented, dizzy; the rapid shift from the best night he's had in years, to this, mobbed by paparazzi, people screaming his name, crowding their small group. He stumbles, black spots still obstructing his vision.

Arms catch around him, holding him steady. "You okay?" Steve asks.

Before he can answer, one of the paps yells, "Munson's wasted! Can't even walk!"

"C'mon, Ed, I've got you," Steve says.

"Just get into the booze, Munson, or someone had Molly too? Maybe a little coke? That used to be your thing, right? Snort a little blow and do a show?"

Eddie tenses, almost stops, but Steve keeps him going.

The crowd surges around them, more voices yelling, more flashbulbs popping, the guy saying, "He can't even stand without help! You got a real problem you know?"and he just--can't anymore. He whirls out of Steve's grasp, lunges for the guy.

"What's your fucking problem, man?" Eddie hisses. "What did I do to you, huh?"

"Real tough, Munson, huh?" The man sneers. He shoves Eddie hard, knocking him back a few steps.

Eddie's vision fuzzes out, brain buzzing. He snarls, knows he does, knows he's losing it, can't make it stop.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, pull him off his feet. He fights it until he's pressed into a wall, until cold hands cup his face.

"Baby, baby, you have to calm down," Steve murmurs. "You have to breathe, can you do that for me?"

"I want--he can't--I--"

Steve presses harder against him, bodies joined. "You're having a panic attack, yeah? Can you breathe with me, baby? Match me?"

Eddie nods, tries, wants to be good for Steve.

He calms, as much from the breathing exercise as being held by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Pressing his face against Steve's neck he says, "why are you always around for my worst moments? I'm such a fucking mess."

"I don't think you're a mess," he says. "I think you've gotten hurt, you've gotten cornered. And your reactions are normal."

"Why do you even care?" Eddie asks.

Steve doesn't even pause. "Cause I like you, Eddie." His hold tightens for a second. "I like you a lot."

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, you like Eddie Munson, the hot rockstar. Not the loser who cries in your arms"

Cold air hits Eddie as Steve steps away to meet Eddie's eyes. You want to know something? I didn't expect to like you at all. I admit, I bought into all the stories on the internet. But you were never anything like that, Ed. Not even once."

Steve takes a deep breath, turning away as his cheeks grow pink. "And you--you're always going out of your way for people. The day I knew I was gone for you? Three weeks into filming. There was this kid interning. You didn't know a thing about him, just some twenty-year-old, and you sat down and talked to him. Were genuinely interested in everything he said."

"Steve," Eddie's voice breaks. He has to cover his mouth, lips a wobbling mess.

"I want to give you normal, Eddie, as much as I can. If you'll let me."

The moisture tumbles free from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks. Eddie laughs. "God, Steve, you're--I like you, too."

Steve brushes the tears away. "So, you'd go on a date with me?"

"I think I would really like to go on a date with you, yeah."

Steve leans in, slow and gentle, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Eddie's mouth. It lights him up like a fresh struck match, nerve endings on fire. He thinks it's so much more than like already.

"Take me home, sweetheart," he says.

"Getting fresh with me, Munson," Steve smirks. "I won't have you using your rockstar wiles to seduce me."

Eddie's laugh echoes off the brick of the surrounding buildings. "Oh, sweetheart, my rockstar ways will destroy you."

"That a promise?"

---

Six months later, the first and only season of Welcome to Hell premieres. Instead, of chronicling a rockstar's debauched and wild lifestyle, it's a soft and charming love story. It shows Steve and Eddie growing closer, Steve working late into the night, to give Eddie the hint of normalcy he's so desperate for, to make him happy. It shows Eddie's eyes track Steve across a room, something like sadness crossing his face. It shows a concert that Steve arranged, the fight with the pap outside the venue, brief glimpses of Steve and Eddie in the aftermath, the gentle kiss.

In the last interview of the season, the producer asks Eddie if there will be a season two of Welcome to Hell.

Eddie smiles, glances off camera, which pans to find Steve in worn jeans and a Metallica hoodie, hair messy and wearing glasses. He gazes at Eddie, smiles this soft, aching thing.

"Nah, I don't think I need it anymore," Eddie answers. Throwing the camera a smile that matches Steve's.

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