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Guys I promise I'll get a fic out eventually trust. I've just been so busy with work and school (why do I already have homework) and on top of that, I've been unmotivated. I'll try to get to requests tomorrow

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No one’s asked about the mood boards yet for your event?! For shame.

You can call me Berry because I’m the strawberry anon 🍓💕

I love strawberries 🍓 ofc, my favorite colors are (reddish) pink and grey lavender. My hair is curly and dark brown. My eyes are also brown. My aesthetic are Dark Academia or pink coquette, I flip between both :3 I love sunrises and sunsets. I’m an artist and writer, I also love to bake on occasions :3hope that’s enough info about me for the mood board. And the character is Two-Bit Mathews!! Because I love him so muchhh!! Hope you have a great day sweet heart ♥️

—(🍓) Berry :3

an: Thank you for requesting <3 you sound very cutesy. I hope you like it!!! (If it's not accurate, I will remake it so like lmk)

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HI SIENAAA <3

Did no one else request a moodboard or asked you questions for the event? 😨 i don't see any posts like these :( SO I'M GONNA ASK YOU SMTH HEHE

What's your favorite subject? Mine is history >:) this is probably one of my favorite questions to ask people lmaoo

Have a great day😼😼

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HIII!! No one else has asked stuff for my event 😢 so thanks for asking a question lol

My favorite subject is also history! This year I'm taking AP US History. Last year I took AP World History Modern at it was genuinely one of my favorite classes I've ever taken. It was so interesting and I also had the chillest teacher ever. I know you said you're from a different country so if yall don't do APs, they're like college level classes

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hey siena!!!

i was hoping you could make some head canons for a reader who has troubles with knowing their limit (ex: eating until their stomach hurts, doing a hobby nonstop until they hate it, staying up until morning and feeling tired)

i have a weird problem where while my body (i think?) gives me normal signals for like pain or hunger, i have trouble deciphering what they mean (i hope i'm making sense rn!!) like for ex, i feel stomach pains but i'm not sure if that means i'm hungry or too full or just have a stomachache or whatever

ofc you're up to writing whatever you want tho and i always enjoy you're writing! <333

an: Hi! Thank you! I hope this is accurate to what you're going through, if not, let me know! You didn't specify platonic or romantic so I'm going to do platonic because I'm lazy and that's easier 😭 (If you want romantic lmk)

W: insensitivity?, gn!reader, slight swearing

Darry was the first to notice that something was up with you

You had stayed up all night studying, and after school you fell asleep on the Curtis's couch immediately

Darry scolded you for pulling an all nighter 😒

"You're a kid, you need 8 hours of sleep. There's no point staying up studying if you're going to be half asleep for the whole test!"

Ponyboy is jugdey as hell when it comes to your eating habits 😔

"That's your third plate." "...so? 😒"

Then when your stomach hurts after he's like "What'd you except?" (THIS MF I LOVE HIM BUT 😤)

Two-bit tells you that you eat like it's Thanksgiving everyday

Darry puts you on a one plate limit so you won't over eat when you're at their house (the rest of them have to eat too), but your eyes still are normally bigger than your stomach

Dallas tells you that you're like a toddler ☹️

Darry gets mad at him for being mean to you though

When you get a new hobby, you talk everyone's ear off about it

Soda is so supportive. He'll listen like ☺️

Dallas what's to punch you sometimes but other times he's chill and he'll actually listen

Johnny is ofc a good listen too, but even he can get annoyed 😭

After a while, when they're used to you being like this, when you're hungry but think you just have a stomach ache or something so you don't eat, they'll just tell you to eat

Canon conversation with Steve:

"My stomach hurts 😣."

"Did you eat today?"

"No.. my stomach hurts."

🤦‍♂️"It hurts because you're hungry. Eat something."

"I can't eat, my stomach hurts."

Loop until Steve almost force feeds you. He just yells "YOUR STOMACH WILL STOP HURTING IF YOU EAT SOMETHING."

I feel like you'd have trouble recognizing if you were sick

So you're red, runny nose, couch sounding gross as hell, groggy and tired and at school

"Go home. You're obviously sick." -Johnny

"No I just feel a bit down, I'll be fine by the end of the day."

Then later you sneeze and Dally gives you the dirtiest look and is like "get your sick ass away from me😠"

If you drink, I'd assume you're prone to getting black out drunk without realizing

Like you're stumbling and slurring like crazy and Two-Bit is trying to keep you away from the bar and you're "Immm barelyyy even tipsyY"

Darry doesn't let you drink in their house anymore after you got sick before making it to the bathroom last time

Steve gets drunk as hell too and you guys will have the time of your lifes together

Where ever you are just becomes a club and you're dancing and singing 😭

An: I feel like I make Dallas such a jerk when I write him platonically, but when I write x reader for him I make him so much nicer and ooc 😭 Anyway, I hope you liked this, anon!!

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YOU START SCHOOL TOMORROW?? WHAT?? are you serious? In my country we don't start until like half of september i feel so bad😭😭 btw we are the same age!! I start 11th grade this year too. Good luck with everything love <33

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YES GIRL 😭 I'm so jealousss. I want another month of summer. Thank you though, boo <3

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wdym I start school tomorrow 😭😭

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thanks for the tag @r0seb100d!! I've never been tagged in one of these before 🤭

C3PO from Star Wars, Megan Bloomfield from But I'm a Cheerleader, Hannah Weaver from Crazy, Stupid, Love, Alice Cullen from Twilight

No pressure tags: @fallingforfred, @theoutsiders-luvr, @theoneandonly-vrg

hii @cozm1xxx thank u sm for the tag on this trend!

It was just such a long post that i decided to do it in a new one because i get the ick when a post it's too long and i can't put it under read more😖

post 4 characters you would be in another universe!

no guys because i'm literally them you don't understand /i say as they dragg me away into the white padded room.

( 🏷 @callme-holly , @r0seb100d , @johnnycadesslut , @johnnycadesmuse . )

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Hii!!! Congrats on 300 followers, you're amazing!! I'm here to request a moodboard :> (not sure how to do this haha)

well for starters i really fit into a cooler palette of colors, like shades of green, blue, purple, etc..

i have dark wavy hair, pale skin and green eyes. If i was in the outsiders i would probably be a greaser. I have many hobbies, but my favorite ones are painting, writing and playing my electric guitar.

I can't really describe my style but i wear a lot of jeans, band shirts and shorts over colorful thighs! Plus i love dark eye pencil :)

I'd like to be paired up with ponyboy, but if you don't feel comfortable doing a romantic moodboard with him them johnny is totally okay too!

I love the ideas that you came up with, have fun writing and creating with them! Congrats again, keep it up! <3

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An: Thank you!!🐞anon, you seem cool as hell and I'm obsessed with you. I hope you like this hun 😋

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 300 Followers Event ⋆⁺☆₊⋆

To thank yall for 300 followers, I will be opening my inbox up to two special kinds asks!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Q&A

-Find out more about the girl behind this blog! -Don't ask anything too personal please (I will not be doxxing myself lol) -Can be about me, my fics, my blog, anything idc

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Moodboards

-I will be making mood boards for my followers! -Character x you moodboards that it ^^ -Send an ask with some details about you! (How you look, dress, hobbies, color you like, ect.), pick greaser or soc (for you), then the character you want to be paired with! -can be platonic ofc and I will also do it for Curtis!reader and/or you x the outsiders I'm general (if that makes sense) -Please either don't send it anonymously or give yourself an emoji so I can tag it with that emoji, so you don't miss it! -If you choose to not send it anonymously, then I might stalk your account to get vibes

This event will be open for one week (Aug 7th-14th). Thank you again for 300 followers! I love yall so much 🥹 ❤️

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The gang reacts to you sleeping in the lot but it's a romantic version this time? And maybe like they already know that you have a bad home life so while they aren't surprised, they are extra worried?

an: Sorry it's taking me so long to get requests out. I've been unmotivated as hell recently. Thanks for the request <3

W: not proof read, swearing, these are pretty short, Darry not included

: ̗̀➛ Sodapop Curtis

Soda wasn't normally one to be out late at night, so you didn't expect that he'd find you. Luck seemed to be working against you however, because soon after you had fallen asleep, you were woken up by his gentle voice.

He quietly called your name as he knelt down next to your sleeping form. You slowly open your eyes.

"Soda?" You ask sleepily as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Yeah. Hey, baby. What are you doing out here?" He then lowers his voice, "Your parents beating on you again?"

It's too dark to properly see his face, but his tone alone lets you know how sad he is. He hates that your home life isn't good, and he hates that he can't protect you from it.

You sit up and sigh. "Not tonight. Just yelling at eachother like crazy. Couldn't sleep with all the noise." You tell him quietly. You look at the ground to avoid his gaze.

Without warning, he moves closer and wraps his arms around you. He says, "I'm so sorry, baby. You know that you're always welcome at my house, right? You don't have to sleep out here in the open."

You hug him back and nod. "I know."

"Then what are you doing out here, love? Let's get you inside and into a real bed, huh? I'll kick Ponyboy out." He pulls back to see your face and moves his hands to your arms.

A small smile creeps onto your face. "Okay."

As the two of you walk back to his house, he makes you promise that you'll come over if you ever need a place to sleep again. His hand is holding yours tightly the whole way, safe to say that you're going to be the little spoon tonight, and he's going to hold you tight.

: ̗̀➛ Johnny Cade

You're woken up by movement beside you. Your eyes quickly open in a panic that said movement could be dangerous, but your anxiety is quickly diffused when you see Johnny.

He looks at you with his eyes full of worry. He knows that something bad must have happened at home for you to end up sleeping out here in the vacant lot. You know the same is true about him.

"Sorry I stole your spot." You mumble as you move over to make room for him on the old, legless couch.

Johnny shakes his head as he lays next to you. "Didn't steal anything. I'm kinda selfishly glad you're here." He pauses as you snuggle against his side. "Your parents do something?" He asks gently.

You nod, your head brushing against his jaw. You had already closed your eyes as you were terribly tired, but you were worried enough to ask too. "Your parents too?"

"Yeah. Just nonstop fighting you know? I doubt they'll notice I slipped out." He answers sadly.

You wrap your arms around him tightly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

A silence settles over the two of you. Johnny carefully adjusts his position by turning onto his side so he can wrap his arms around you as well. He hated finding you out here in the lot alone just as much as you hated finding him out here. Neither of your wanted to be sleeping out in the open of course, but you just had to get out of the house. If you weren't so close to falling asleep, you'd feel a bit embarrassed. That's how you normally feel when someone stumbles upon you. You know you shouldn't be embarrassed around Johnny, he was in the same boat after all, but you couldn't help it.

He gently rubs your back as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

: ̗̀➛ Dallas Winston

Dallas was on his way to the Curtis house when he spotted you in the lot. He made his way over to you, then semi-gently kicked you.

You groan and open your eyes. The only light around was from a few distant street lights and the cigarette between Dallas's lips. You cant make him out in your half awake state. "What the hell?" You mumble sleepily.

"It's just me, sweetheart." Dallas states as he squats down next to the old, busted up couch cushion your were laying on.

"Why'd you kick me?" You pout.

"Making sure you were alive. What're you doing out here anyway? Parents being assholes again?"

You nod as your eyes fall closed again. "Something like that."

Dallas takes a drag before talking. "Sweet thing like you doesn't deserve that, you know?" He says in quietly, embarrassed at his kind words.

You only shrug, though he can't see it in the dark.

"I was headed to the Curtis's. So, come on. Get up."

You groan in response. "I'm too tired. Let me sleep here."

"No. Quit whining and get up."

"Fuck off." You roll over and try to fall back asleep.

"You're fucking impossible." Dallas moves closer to you and tries to get in a position where he can pick you up. He stubs out his cigarette and takes you into his arms. With the darkness only making it worse and you being so close to the groud, the maneuver was a bit awkward, but it worked.

"What are you doing?" You say. You meant to sound more angry, but your sleepiness made you sound too quiet.

"Taking you to the Curtis's, doll."

"Fine. Put me down, I'll walk."

He gingerly sets you onto your feet. Then he, not go gently this time, slaps your ass.

"Dallas!" You hiss.

"What?" He asks with a smirk on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Cheeky basard, you think.

You can't help but feel a bit flustered. You knew that if Dallas didn't love you, he would've left you in the lot. Though he might not say it much, he was definitely showing you now. You also can't help the anxiety making your stomach twist at the prospect of sleeping at the Curtis's.

A minute or so into the walk, Dallas speaks up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You quickly respond.

"Then why are you being so quiet?"

"I'm tired." You lean your head against him as if to prove that you were.

"Uh huh. You know that you're not going to be bothering them by sleeping there, right? They leave their door unlocked for a reason."

"I know." You say as you wonder how he managed to read your mind.

: ̗̀➛ Steve Randle

You'd fallen asleep in the vacant lot again. It wasn't abnormal for you to doze there instead of your bed when your parents were up late fighting or had been fighting with you, and Steve knew that. He'd been working late on a car that he was fixing up and had decided to stop by the lot on the way home to make sure neither you nor Johnny were there. To his dismay, he saw you. He got out of his dad's truck and as quietly as possible made his way over to you.

You looked adorable, but you also looked so sad. He felt bad waking you up, but he couldn't let you sleep out here.

He crouches down and gently shakes your shoulder. "Hey, babe. Wake up."

You groan and roll onto your back as you open your eyes. You look up at him and can barely make him out in the dark. "Steve?" You whisper.

"Yeah, hey. What the hell are you doing out here?" He asks as you sit up.

"My parents were being stupid." You mumble.

He sighs. "Yeah, I figured as much. I meant what are you doing out here in the lot? You know you've got buddies that leave their door unlocked at night for people to be able to use their couch, and you've got a boyfriend with extra room in his bed."

You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "You barely got room for yourself on that bed, Randle."

"You fit. Come on, babe, get up. I'll take you to one of your two options."

He stands up and you extend your hands to him. He takes them and pulls you up. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you walk to his truck.

"Where we headed, gorgeous?" He asks.

"Your place. I guess I can squeeze in next to you. I hope I don't fall off your bed in the middle of the night."

Steve chuckles. "You cling to me so tight when you're sleeping, I don't think it'd be possible for you to fall off."

"Oh be quiet. I just like you a like."

He kisses the side of your head. He speaks soberly, "I'm sorry your parents were being dickheads again, but I don't like you sleeping out here. What happens if the wrong kinda guy finds you out here? Or it starts raining and you get sick? This lot ain't what you deserve."

You feel awkward as you search of a response. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, you're fine. Just... come to me or the Curtis's next time, okay?"

"Okay."

: ̗̀➛ Two-Bit Matthews

"Hey, baby.. wake up." You hear spoken by a familiar voice, in a rare soft tone at the same time as you feel repeated taps on your cheek.

You pull your head back and open your eyes. Two-Bit had a cigarette in his hand and worry in his eyes, an uncommon look of him. He was down on one knee next to you.

"Hi, Two." You greet him as you slowly sit up.

He takes a drag from the cigarette then brushes some hair out of your face. "What're you doing out here?"

"Sleeping." You reach for his cigarette and snatch it out if his hand, then you take a drag.

"Hey!" He starts, but then he just shakes his head and moves on. He moves to sit next to you. "I know you were sleeping, but why out here? Something happen with your parents?"

You nod sadly. "Yeah. They were fighting. I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry, baby." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you take another drag from the cigarette.

You shrug. Not much he could do about it.

"You can come sleep at my place. You know I'd never turn you away." He ruffles your hair and you pull your head away. He gives you a goofy grin.

"Alright." You say as you hand his back his cigarette so you can fix your hair.

Two-Bit takes another drag, then stubs out the cigarette. "You should just move in with me."

"Oh, Two, you say it all the time. You know it's not that simple. Plus, I'm sure your parents wouldn't be too happy about an extra expense and being even more cramped." You say as the two of you stand up.

"They love you. They wouldn't mind, baby."

"I appreciate the other, Two, but I think a one night's stay will do for now."

"Wow, baby, I'm not some one night stand." He chuckles.

"That's not what I said."

He wraps his arm over your shoulders as you walk. "I'd let you treat me like a one night stand actually. Pretty thing like you."

"Shut up, Two-Bit. ...thank for letting me stay over."

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Hi!

I like just found your account and I absolutely adore your writing! Thank you so much for your service

If you get a chance could you do a fic with Darry x autistic reader?

Thanks! <3

an: Thank you!! Please let me know if this is any good or wildly inaccurate 😭

w: reader gets overstimulated, gn!reader, not proof read

You love spending time with your boyfriend. He's caring and calming and every second you get to spend with him feels like a blessing; so, of course you accepted when he invited you over for dinner. Even though the Curtis household could often get overwhelming because of just how rowdy the boys were, you still went. Darry told you that it would be a quiet night it, just him and his brothers.

You let yourself, in since you know they leave their door unlocked, and are immediately greeted by a delicious aroma. Soda, who was sitting on the couch, watching television, looks up and greets you with a smile.

"Hi, Soda." You respond. "Darry in the kitchen?"

He nods. "Yeah."

You make your way to the kitchen, where you find Darry stirring a pot on the stove. He looks up and smiles. "Hey, you made it." He says happily.

"Of course I did." You walk closer and peck his cheek, then you hold is bicep. "What're you making?"

"Mashed potatoes, and I have steaks in the oven."

"Ooo, steak? Making me a fancy dinner, huh?" You tease.

He smiles in amusement. "Only the best for you, love."

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You had helped set the table and told Darry about your day as you did so, now you and the three brothers were sat around the dining room table.

"This is good, Darry." Soda commented with his mouth full.

"Thanks." Darry replies.

It was good, you had already eaten most of it. Darry had cut all the chunks of fat off of yours so kindly. You'd peppered his face with kisses after he had. Ponyboy had walked in on that and gagged.

A few minutes into dinner, the front door swung open. Dallas, Steve, Johnny, and Two-Bit are soon in sight, all approaching the kitchen. What are the chances.

They explained over each other how Two-Bit had found Johnny alone in the lot this morning and had been with him all day. They found Dally wondering around looking for trouble a few hours in and invited him along. They had been hanging around the DX chatting with Steve when his shift ended, then naturally, they all decided to come here. Two-Bit and Dallas had taken beers from the fridge and Steve took the rest of Pony's steak right off his plate.

"Hey!" Pony snaps as the steak is lifted away.

"Steve-" Darry starts then sighs. "Pony, there's more on the counter."

There was a little left, but Darry had obviously not made enough food to accommodate for these four extra boys, and he was hoping they'd get that without him having to tell them.

"Didn't want to include us in your dinner party?" Dallas asks then takes a swig from the beer he took.

Darry sighs again.

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Soda and Pony had left the table long ago, quickly scarfed down their meals to join their friends in other antics. A card game had started in the living room. Darry apologized several times for the way the night had gone awry and for how loud the boys were. You'd assured him that it was okay and you didn't fault him for even a second. Though truthfully, it was starting to overwhelm you.

In the living room, Two-Bit won the game they'd been playing, blackjack you thought. This was wildly upsetting to the rest of the guys, multiple of which were quick to accuse him of cheating. Steve then tackled him. They wrestled on the ground like children as the rest of the boys broke out into a combination of laughter and cheering.

The laughter seemed to bounce off the walls, only to come back and attack you. Every sound seemed amplified, every feeling suddenly too much. You dropped your fork, the feeling of it in your hands all of a sudden becoming repulsive. You cover your ears with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut as your breathing quickens. You start to rock back and forth in your seat.

Darry is quick to act. "Hey, hey it's okay." He turns to the boys wrestling on the floor and says in the most terrifying voice possible, "Knock it off." Then he turns to the boys horsing around in the next room over, their laughing had died down quite a bit, and Darry's death glare puts an end to it entirely.

He then turns back to you, worry written all over his face. "Do you want to squeeze my hand of something?" He asks gently.

You shake your head.

"Okay, just focus on breathing, alright?" Darry tries to conceal his panic. It's not like this is something new to him, he's seen you on the verge of a meltdown numerous times, but he can't help but feel like this is his fault. He invited you over, he knew that the other guys might arrive and turn this place into an over-stimulating-hellhole for you. He didn't think that the night would go like this. He had been planning on a peaceful dinner, but of course this had to happen.

You feel as horrible as him. You knew you shouldn't feel guilty for reacting the way you were, you weren't at fault, you couldn't help it, but you felt pathetic anyways. You couldn't tell if Darry's wavering voice was a sign of embarrassment or concern.

You breathe in and out and in and out and start to calm down. You stop rocking and look up and Darry. The boys in the other room can feel some the tension and anxiety in the air slip away and begin to talk again, quietly.

"Feel better, love?" Darry asks as he resists every urge to reach out to you, he's not sure if you'd want physical affection right now.

"Yeah." You croak. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no, no. Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a nice night with you, and instead I invited you into a chaotic and loud environment that was bound to have you feeling like you just were." Darry finally does reach for you. He gently places his hand on the side of your head, and runs his thumb over your cheek. He looks at you with sad eyes, your own sad eyes breaking his heart.

You lean into his touch. "You don't need to be sorry either. You didn't plan for that to happen."

'Maybe next time we'll just go to your house, or rent out a restaurant." Darry suggests, bringing a smile to your face.

"My house is fine. I can cook for you then, return the favor."

an: I never know where to put the word count. It's 1.1k. I wrote this will feeling depressed and possibly sick so please excuse me if it's bad 😭

Divider cred: @/strangergraphics

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Temporarily closing my inbox so I can catch up on requests before my 300 event! Thanks for all the requests lovies 😚

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Hi lovely!! Your fics are amazinggg, could you pls do Johnny x Curtis! Reader who has naturally curly hair? I have curly hair and I just think it’s a cute little idea, her brothers try and hide her straighteners all the time so when she does natural hair styles she’s literally just looking like a baddie😭😭 idk I just thought it would be cute, (also doesnt have to be Johnny but I just love him hehe) THANK YOU BAE💖

an: curly hair is so GORGEOUS. I have the hair so straight it's homophobic, so I can't relate unfortunately. Sorry this is kinda short

W: Curtis!reader

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"Soda!" You yell while stomping into the living room. "What the hell did you do with my straightener?"

Sodapop raises his hands. "Why're you accusing me?"

"Cause you're always hiding it so you can go 'oh, y/n your hair looks so pretty when it's curly. Wow!'" You mock him rudely.

"Well, it is! Right, Darry?" Soda asks your older brother for reassurance.

Darry glances up from his newspaper and nods. "Mhm. Looks nice, kid."

You groan. "Whatever. I need it. I'm going out with Johnny, and I'm already running late. So, go get it for me."

"Go get it for her, Soda." Darry tells him, not wanting this back and forth to continue.

Soda gets up from the couch and walks off to where he hid it. Just as you're about to move to follow him, the front door opens. To your horror, Johnny is there.

It's not that he hadn't seen you with your hair natural before, and it's not that you were insecure about it, it was more the fact that you were supposed to be ready by now. Straightening your hair alone was going to take at least another 45 minutes. You felt awful.

"Hi, Johnny." You say sheepishly.

He smiles and walks over to you. "Hey, your hair looks pretty."

"Well, I uh.." You start. "I'm gonna straighten it, but Soda hid my straightener."

"Oh, is that gonna take a while?"

"Yeah..." Golly did you feel bad. Johnny didn't look upset of course, but you could tell he was a little disappointed that he'd have to wait.

Soda walks back into the living room and holds out the straightener to you. "Here. Sorry."

You take the straightner from him, but suddenly you're not sure if you should straighten your hair. Soda flops onto the couch and Johnny looks at you curiously. "Are you okay?" He asks.

You nod. "Yeah, I just... I don't want to make you wait. I'll just," you sigh, "I'll just put some stuff in my hair real quick to try to fix this mess really quick, then we can go."

"Oh, okay." Johnny smiles sweetly.

"Yes! Good choice, y/n." Soda declares. "Doesn't she look beautiful, Johnny?"

You roll your eyes and Johnny chuckles. "She does. You do. You always do, of course, but your natural curls make you look... magical? Heavenly?"

A smile creeps onto your lips. "Thank you, but that was corny."

He shrugs. "I'm just being honest."

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Hi Siena, I hope you're enjoying the cruise. Once you get back, can you please add a part 2 of the Curtis brothers find out you have an ED? It could be headcanons but I want the rest of the gang part of it, like how they would start treating the sibling and stuff

an: in the original fic (link) I made it more about anorexia, so this one will be centered around that as well, but let me know if yall want this with the other types of EDs. Much love to anyone struggling <3

W: ED, insensitivity, swearing, not proof-read

Two-Bit is definitely the least understanding like he is not understanding why you wouldn't want to eat

He loves food 😔

Before getting found out, you would give your food to him a lot and he was too busy enjoying the food to realize that it was concerning

He's so worried about you now tho ☹️

He literally refuses to take any leftovers of yours offer him (that was really hard for him, so you know he's real worried)

Steve is worried about you too, but he's never turning down a slice of cake

Darry thought that it would maybe help if they made a special meal for you (idk he's trying)

Yeah and Steve almost burnt your house down

Even Two-Bit was doing a better job

Safe to say the kitchen was a reck after that

Steve will get snacks from the DV for you and guilt you into eating them 😐

"I spent a whole 5 cents on these!" "This is not helping like you think it is."

Dallas is a nonchalant, mysterious alpha so he doesn't care (I need help)

Jk he cares a lot, he just trys to act tough and like he doesn't

But he also feels like the solution is simple

Someone isn't eating? Just make them?

Then he sees you sobbing while trying to eat dinner with your brothers and is 😦 "oh"

He's nicer about it after that and more worried

He definitely used to make comments about your weight (literally whatever it is) cause he's a dickhead, but he shuts the fuck up about it now

Johnny is so sad ☹️

Hes so comforting

He might be paranoid as hell, but he still manages to have a calming energy

He also burns stuff during the making of the heartfelt dinner

He keeps an eye on you while you're eating (like your brothers)

Johnny is also the most patient

Soda is a close second though

He stops offering you cigarettes as much though because he's worried that you were smoking instead of eating at times

Sometimes when you're having a hard time eating something, Two-Bit will yell, "Group hug!" and make everyone hug you for emotional support

Dallas participated in that hug exactly once because he was drunk

Ponyboy tries to become better at cooking because he thinks having actually appetizing food will help (awww)

If Dallas notices you reading the nutrition labels on something, he'll snatch it outta your hands and mumble something along the lines of "Just fuckin' eat it," or "Stop reading that stupid shit"

So will Darry! Darry will eventually start to cover up the labels

Darry can sometimes get impatient with you, but it's only because he loves you and it oh so worried

All of the boys are worried about you, and they all at least attempt to support you in some way, shape, or form

an: I'm going to be so honest, seeing my name when I opened my inbox scared me a bit😭. The cruise was so fun! I miss the buffet ☹️

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I REACHED 300 FOLLOWERS!! AHH!! Thank you guys so so much!

It's so crazy to me that 300 whole people like my writing enough to follow me. Thank you guys for supporting me and my writing! I love yall! I will be doing an event soon to celebrate, but I want to catch up on some requests before then.

Thank you again for getting me to 300 followers!! It's also my birthday tomorrow so this is a nice birthday gift lol

Much love, Siena 💋

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I put eyelashes on my car (yay so cute!) and now my dad straight up refuses to get into it. Like dead ass, straight face said that he can't ride in it anymore because it has lashes... someones masculinity it a bit fragile, huh? I swear you'll still be a man when you get out and I promise no one fucking cares

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DALLAS COMING TO SOC READERS HOUSE AFTER A RUMBLE AND OPENING UP TO HER FOR THE FIRST TIME ABOUT HIS PAST

Scary? My God, You're Devine!

an: This trope has been done a million times, and I eat it up every single time. Time has come for me to take my wack at it.

w: mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of DV, swearing, slightly ooc Dallas? Fem!reader, not fully proof-read

Word count: ~2,600

Rain falls outside your window. It patters against your roof and batters your window. You watch out your window as the trees are berated by the wind. Sitting on your vanity chair, you nervously wait for a certain blonde boy to appear at your window. You know he'll look like hell, and you've been mentally preparing yourself for the sight ever since you found out that there was going to be a rumble. Of course you were anything but thrilled when he told you about it. You don't want him fighting anymore than he already does, and you don't want him fighting people you knew. Family friends, your friends' boyfriends, neighbors, soc boys you knew, some you actually liked. You didn't want them and the greaser boys you loved fighting. But it's not like there was much you could do.

So, now you're sitting in your white-walled room, staring at the window with a towel in your lap, anxiously waiting for Dallas Winston. Waiting to patch him up and try not to scold him, waiting to hear news about the rest of the boys.

You're at your feet before he can knock. You rush over to the window as soon as his figure appears. You quickly open it and let him climb in. You gently touch his arm when he groans as his feet land on the ground. His mean face has blood down one side and more crusted under his nose and down to his chin. The rain had washed away some of the gore and dirt, but he still looked like hell, like you'd expected. The rain couldn't wash way the bruise forming around his eye or the gash by his eyebrow. You knew that he was getting mud on your carpet, but you couldn't bring yourself to care at the moment.

"Hey, doll." Dallas smirks at you as he takes off his leather jacket. That cocky smirk tells you that they won. He discards his jacket on the ground.

"Did you boys win?" You ask as you hand him the towel you had ready for him.

His smirk only widens. "'Course we did, doll. Damn socs didn't stand a chance. 'Chased 'em right outta our territory." He wiped his face with the towel then rubbed it over his soaking wet hair.

You'd tell him fighting was no good if he didn't look so proud, but you don't feel like ruining his good mood right now. "How are the other boys? Alright?" You ask instead.

Dallas nods. You watch in distress as blood continues to drip from the gash by his eyebrow. "Yeah, they're alright. All beat pretty good though." He sits down on the edge of your bed. You quickly urge him off.

"Dally! You're getting mud on my comforter! Golly, how'd you even get so dirty?" You touch his arm as he stands up, and notice how numerous bruises litter it.

"You get thrown 'round in rumbles, sweetheart. I'm tired, I can't sit?" He asks, his voice unusually soft.

You sigh. "Let me clean you up first." You say tenderly as you take his hands in yours. His knuckles are raw- red and bleeding, and of course have dirt in the scrapes. You can't help but stare at them sadly. Dallas surprisingly lets you. This isn't the first time you've had to patch him up after a fight, but it's the first time he hasn't acted embarrassed about his injuries. You look back up at his face and he quickly masks his hurt expression with a cold, tough one. You notice, you always do.

You lead your battered boy to your bathroom. He sits on the toilet lid as you get out your small first aid kit, the one you got after the first time he showed up to your house after a fight. You glance over at Dallas as you open it. He's staring off into space, and his eyes hurt your heart. He looks so defeated for someone who just won a rumble. You want to ask, but the chances of Dallas actually telling you what's going on in his head are damn near zero. The towel you had handed him was still in his lap, and his was rubbing the material between his index finger and his thumb. He suddenly notices you looking at him, and he sets his face again and sits up a touch straighter. You look back at the first aid kit in front of you, then you grab a washcloth and wet it.

Gently, you clean off his face. Standing between his legs, you move the damp washcloth over his skin, wiping off the dirt and blood. Dallas doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" He claimed suddenly.

You smile, amused. "Oh, be quiet."

"I'm serious." He starts and your smile fades. You halt your movements. "You're a good girl, and I just.. I just beat up your friends- rich guys that could treat you how you deserve."

You shake your head. "Don't talk like that." You say softly. He knows you hate when he says stuff about not being good enough for you, or about how a soc boy could treat you better. No matter how many times you tell him that you want him and only him, he still mentions it now and then.

He looks into your eyes for a beat longer, then he looks away and mumbles, "Whatever, man."

You sigh and put down the dirtied washcloth. Luckily, the wound by his brow had stopped bleeding, so you were hoping that that meant he wouldn't need stitches. You get out a butterfly bandaid anyway, to hold it together better. Then you smooth his damp hair and press a kiss against his cheek. He looks at you again.

"Do you want ice for your eye, love?" You gently move your thumb over the edge of the purple mark.

He winces and you pull your thumb away, mumbling an apology. "No." He says.

"Okay." You let go of his cheek then use the washcloth again to wipe off his knuckles.

You're so gentle with him, it makes his heart swell and his stomach churn at the same time. You're sickeningly sweet. He knows that he doesn't deserve you.

"You're awfully quiet." You observe as you bandage his hand. "You don't feel like celebrating?"

Dallas shrugs. "Don't know. Jus' hurry up, man."

"Well, I'm pretty much done. Do you want to rinse off in the shower real quick?"

"Depends, you gonna join me?" He finally smirks again and leans in closer to you.

You smile sheepishly. "No, I have to get a new comforter and get you something to sleep in."

Dallas sighs and pushes his wet hair back, out of his face. "Fine, man, whatever."

You step back as he stands up and peels off his shirt. "Stop calling me 'man', I'm your girl."

Dallas only glances at you before taking off his jeans. "Okay. Sure you don't want to join me?" He asks again. Even in his broken state, he can't help himself.

"I'm sure." You turn on the shower as he steps out of his jeans.

-

Dallas sits on the edge off your bed in a pair of his boxers that he'd left at your house some nights ago. You enter your bedroom and Dallas's head snaps up in your direction.

"I got you water, because I know you don't drink enough of it." You tell him as you close your bedroom door. You walk over and hand him a glass. He mutters a thanks before bringing it to his lips. You sit next to him and cross your legs. You feel almost awkward, he has a strange energy about him and it's rubbing off on you.

He downs the water almost as quickly as a man stranded in the desert, then hands you back the glass. You set it on your nightstand, next to your framed picture of you and him. Dallas watches your movements and his eyes land on the picture. He'd seen in before of course, but he couldn't tare his eyes away from it. The gold pattern surrounding him struck him as ridiculous, contradicting. The delicate gold matched you perfectly, your frilly dress, expensive jewelry, and perfectly done hair suited the frame; but the boy next to you in the photo was the exact juxtaposition. He almost laughed.

You notice his stare and follow his gaze to the photo. A smile paints your face as you comment, "Aren't we cute?"

He huffs a laugh. "Cute? I wouldn't call us cute, doll."

You look over at him and frown. "What'd you call us then?"

He shakes his head slightly and looks around your room, his eyes landing on your jewelry box. "Unusual."

"Well, I think we're cute." You say, forcing a smile onto your face to try to lift his melancholy mood, but he doesn't look at you.

Dallas looks at the ground. "What were you doing when you were ten?" He asks glumly.

You furrow your eyebrows at the random question. "When I was ten? Uh, well, a lot of things. That's a broad question." You pause to think, then you start again, "I was hanging out with my friends, drawing a bunch, trying to figure myself out, reading some of my first actual chapter books..."

Dallas hums. "I was getting into gang fights, stealing, running from cops, and getting thrown in jail." He states with a bitterness in his voice.

You couldn't think of what to say. You'd known that Dallas hadn't had a good life, especially back in New York, but hearing him talk about it was new, uncharted territory.

He takes notice of your silence and finally looks at you. "That scare you, doll?" He questions. "Cause it should."

You shake your head. "No, of course not."

He scoffs. "Why are you so damn stubborn? I was in gangs before my voice got deep. I hang around some of the worst guys out there." He looks away again. "I saw things I'll never forget. I hurt people. All while you were- what? Being a damn kid? Being a perfect little angel?"

"I'm sorry." Your voice comes out weaker-sounding than intended.

"For what, doll? Being so perfect that it pisses me off?"

"I'm sorry that you didn't get to be a kid."

Dallas stares at you silently, and his masks falters slightly. "I was a kid." He speaks finally. "Just a bad one."

"Kids don't misbehave for no reason. Dogs aren't born with their teeth bared." You reach for his hand as you move closer to him, your leg now touching his.

"I ain't a dog." He lets you intertwine your fingers with his, and he watches as you squeeze his hand.

"You act like one sometimes." You joke light-heartedly.

A small smile creeps onto his face. A science falls over the two of you. He holds you hand tighter and doesn't take his eyes off it. The doubt and insecurity still thrash around in his mind. His smile finds and he returns to his self-deprecation.

"I knew a guy back in New York. He was awful. Big, scary, crude, mean, a piece of shit. I worshipped the guy. He didn't care about anything or anyone, and I wanted to be just like him." Dallas looks up the ceiling and sighs, then shifts his gaze to the floor, but not without a glance at you. Then he continues, "This guy started going with this preppy broad. I don't know how he got her- like I don't know how I bagged you- but she seemed to like him a lot. She was around a lot for a few months, she was nice enough, real good looking too. It was like we were watching the life get sucked outta her. He beat her, we all knew. I think I knew that that was wrong, but no one said anything about it. Then she got knocked up, and he skipped town." He sighs and looks over at you.

"God, that's awful." You say. "Poor thing."

"Yeah... What if I ruin you like that?" His voice is weak and he sounds almost scared.

"Ruin me?" You repeat bewilderedly.

He nods and looks down at your hand intertwined with his.

"Dallas," You gently touch his cheek, careful to avoid touching and bruised or sore spots. You turn his head to face you and his worried look breaks your heart. His beaten look was only adding to your heartbreak, it was as if his brokenness and spread to his exterior. He wasn't even attempting to hide the hurt he was feeling, he might as well have been hold out his war-torn heart to you, and been telling you how he was worried he'd infect you too.

"You aren't like that." You start. "You'd never hurt me."

"I have. I yell at you and get upset and treat you like shit. I'm no better than that asshole." He pulls away from your hand on his cheek.

"You are better than him, don't give me that. Yeah, we argue, but all couples do. We make up. And you don't treat me like shit, Dally. I'm happy. You make me happy. God, why would you ever think that?"

"It's hard not to think of them every time I'm around you, doll. It's hard not to realize I'm just like him."

"Do I seem like that poor girl to you? Is the light leaving my eyes?" You ask more sternly than you had meant to. It was bothering you the way Dallas was talking. It was bothering you the way he was speaking, how he perceived himself so poorly.

He sighs. "No, but... maybe you'll be like her in the future."

"I know my worth, Dal. You start treating me like shit, and I'm leaving. But you don't, and I don't think you ever will. You're not the world's best boyfriend by any means, but you make me feel loved and appreciated and happy and all that good stuff."

He seems to ponder for a moment, his eyes not leaving yours. The bruise around his eye was even more prominent now. "Ten year old me would start buggin' if he saw who I was dating."

You smile. "I think Dallas from any time before we got together would be bugging if he saw who you were dating."

Dallas cracks a smile, finally returning on. "I guess that's true."

You squeeze his hand then let go so you can get up. You can lift the covers and get under them. Once cozy, you look at Dallas, who's already looking at you.

"Come 'ere." You raise the comforter so he can climb in next to you. He does, but instead of next to you, he lays on top of you. He buries his face in the side of your neck and nuzzles against your skin as his hands slide under you. He hugs you tightly as he breaths you in.

Your arms warp around him in return and one of your hands finds his hair and gingerly strokes it. "So, the rumble brought back some old memories and coming here made it worse?"

"I guess. Rumbles always remind me of the gang fights I was in. That combined with your white picket fence and.. just everything about you, made me realize how bad I am for you." He mumbles against the skin of your neck.

"You ain't bad for me." You counter.

"Bad compared to you. Better?"

"Yes."

He sighs as your warmth soothes him. Your gentle touch, your velvety voice, your sweet scent was like heaven to him. "I don't think I'll ever understand how I managed to snag a dove like you, but I'm damn lucky I did."

You smile as you continue to card your fingers through his hair. "I love you, Dally, and I'm proud of you for opening up a bit."

"Yeah, whatever. I love you too." He presses a kiss into the side of your neck, then he closes his eyes as starts to let sleep over take him.

"Good night, baby." You whisper.

"Night, doll." He whispers back.

an: this was a wild ride. This took so terribly long and is my longest fic yet! I don't know where I was taking this, but we got somewhere!