#Dallas Winston x greaser!Reader

[stephstars08]

He’s a Monster

Dallas Winston x Greaser!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, Fluff, Daddy Issues, Mental Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Alcoholism, Abandonment, Mention of Death, Violence, Slut Shamming, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N lives with her abusive alcoholic father and her boyfriend, Dallas wants her to move out of the house because she always busts her ass for her father and gets nothing in return.

Word Count: 1,914

Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoy!! Hope everyone’s Wednesday is going good because so far mine has gone to shit! This imagine isn’t very accurate to the movie or book! I did change somethings like Buck’s place being a bar downstairs! Buck’s house is more like a party house but in this story I made it into a bar because why not! Hope you all don’t mind the changes!!

Y/N was peacefully sleeping in her bed when she heard her alarm clock go off in her ear. She let out a groan as she opened her eyes. She slammed one of her hands down on the alarm clock to snooze it. “Fucking hell.” Y/N let out a hiss as she ran both of her hands down her face.

She really wished she could stay in bed all day, but she knew she couldn’t. Y/N lazily got out of her comfy bed and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Even though she doesn’t have to be at work till five she knew there was stuff that needed to be done around the house.

Y/N lives only with her father who is an alcoholic. All he does is drink all day at home and then at night he goes out to bars and drinks all night. Y/N’s mom passed away when she was only two months old. She died in a car accident. Her mom was coming home from work when a rainstorm hit. Due to the heavy rain, she lost control of the car and crashed into a tree. Her mom shouldn’t even been working since she just had Y/N, but she was the only one that was bringing money into the house since her father couldn’t keep a job because of his alcohol problem.

Y/N pretty much raised herself by the age she was five. When her mom first passed her grandmother helped take care of her till her grandmother had enough of her father’s behavior. Her grandmother tried to take Y/N with her, but her father wouldn’t let it happen. He told her grandmother that if she tried to take Y/N away from him, he would file a restraining order against her.

The only reason why Y/N and her dad have a roof over their heads is because Y/N works at a local bar. Even though Y/N is seventeen and under the age to drink the owner of the bar, Buck let her work for him since he knows about her home situation. Her boyfriend Dallas helped her get the job.

Dallas lives at the bar in a bedroom upstairs. Y/N has been with Dallas for almost two years. Dallas really wishes Y/N would leave her father. Her dad mentally abuses her and is never thankful for what she does for him. No matter what Dallas says she just doesn’t have the courage to leave her father. He’s the only biological family she has.

After Y/N changed into a pair of regular clothes she walked out of her bedroom. She was wearing a pair of old jeans, a white t-shirt, and an oversized flannel over top the shirt.

She stopped in front of her dad’s bedroom that was right next to hers. The door was ajar, so she decided to peek in. She saw her dad passed out drunk on the bed that was still made. Y/N could smell the strong scent of beer and whiskey which made her scrunch her nose up in disgust. She let out a sigh as she walked away and made her way down the steps.

When she walked into the living room it was a complete mess. The couch cushions were thrown across the room laying in different places across the room. There was broken glass spread across the floor. Someone must’ve pissed her dad off so when he came home, he let his anger out on the furniture. Sometimes her dad can be an angry drunk if you push his buttons enough.

Y/N let out another sigh as she walked into the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan. Her jaw dropped when she saw a bigger mess in the kitchen. The floor was scattered with broken plates and glasses. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Y/N snapped in annoyance and frustration in her voice.

She grabbed the broom and dustpan and started to clean up the broken plates and glass. After she finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went into the living room and started to clean up the mess in there.

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Y/N was now at Buck’s bar working her shift. Y/N was working at the bar while Buck was waiting tables. When it’s just her and him working he rather wait the tables than have Y/N do it. He doesn’t want her to get harassed by drunk perverts. When she’s at the counter she has that in front of her, protecting her. Buck is just as protective of Y/N as Dallas is.

Y/N’s shift started out slow till seven o’ clock hit. Her and Buck were busting their asses. At nine it started to slow down but Y/N was still exhausted. From doing work at her house to doing work at the bar, she was so tired, and her feet were killing her. She still had at least four hours left of her shift.

Dallas walked into the bar. He just got done hanging out with his boys. He smirked when he spotted Y/N at the counter. He made his way over to her. “Hey, doll.” Dallas said getting her attention. His smirk faded though when he saw the tired look in his girlfriend’s Y/E/C eyes. “Hey Dally.” Y/N said in a tiredness tone.

“Y/N, you look exhausted.” Dallas said with concern in his voice. “It was fucking chaos in here earlier.” Y/N told him. “How much longer is your shift?” Dallas asked her. “About four hours.” Y/N answered him. “Why?” She asked wondering why he was asking. “I’ll work the rest of your shift.” Dallas told her. “What? Dally no, you don’t have to.” Y/N told him in a surprised tone. “Doll, you’re exhausted. You need to go home and get some sleep.” Dallas told her.

He would just have her go upstairs to his room, but he knew with all of the noise down here, she wouldn’t be able to even close her eyes.

“Dally-” Y/N started to say but he cut her off immediately. “I’m going to get tell Buck.” Dallas told her and walked away to go find Buck.

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After Buck said it was okay for Dallas to finish Y/N’s shift she went home. Buck’s bar isn’t far from her house. When she walked through the door she went straight up the steps. She walked past her dad’s bedroom which was empty. She knew he was out bar hopping.

Y/N went into her bedroom and closed the door. She got changed into a nightgown and crawled into her bed. She turned off her lamp that was on her nightstand and cuddled up into her bed.

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Y/N was awakened by loud noises coming from downstairs. She looked over at her alarm clock and it was five minutes after one in the morning. “Y/N! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE!” She heard her dad yell out to her. Y/N quickly got out of her bed and walked out of her room. She quickly made her way down the steps.

Before a word could come out of her mouth, she saw her dad standing over a broken picture frame. The frame was completely shattered. The picture that was laying in the broken glass was the only picture Y/N has of her and her mother. The picture was taken in the hospital. Her mom was laying in the bed holding Y/N in her arms.

“What did you do?” Y/N asked him quickly walking over to the mess. She kneeled down onto the floor. “Stupid fucking frame.” Her dad slurred out. “This is the only picture I have of mom and I.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “It’s just a stupid fucking picture of a slut holding a baby.” Her dad snapped out. Y/N could quickly feel her blood start to boil. “Don’t you fucking dare call her a slut!” Y/N snapped as she stood up. Her dad slapped her across the face. He slapped her so hard it made her fall to the floor.

Y/N felt her whole body go into shock. This is the first time her father has laid a hand on her.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to.” Her father hissed as he looked down at her with dark eyes. Y/N could feel the tears start flood her eyes. She quickly stood up and ran out the front door. She was scared that if she stayed, he would hit her again.

She ran down the road to Buck’s with tears streaming down her face. When Y/N got to the door of Buck’s she banged on it. She kept banging till someone opened the door. “Y/N.” Buck said surprised to see her. He noticed the tears rolling down her face. “What’s wrong?” Buck asked her with worry. “Where’s Dally?” Y/N asked him ignoring his question. “He’s upstairs in his room.” Buck told her.

She pushed past him and when straight to the stairs. She quickly walked up the steps to Dallas’s door. She banged on the door will it opened to reveal Dallas. “He struck me.” Y/N cried out before Dallas could say anything. “Shit! Come on.” Dallas said bringing her into his room. “Sit on the bed.” Dallas told her shutting the door. Y/N did what he told her to do.

Dallas turned on his light. He sat down next to her and examined her face. “Did he slap or punch you?” Dallas asked her. He was trying his best to hide his anger. “He slapped me across the face.” Y/N told him trying to calm herself down.

Dallas noticed one of her cheeks were bright red. “I’m going to get you some ice.” Dallas told her standing up and walking out of the room. Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She knows Dallas is doing everything he can to not go to her house and beat the shit out of her dad.

When Dallas came back into the room, he was holding a rag that was wrapped around some ice cubes. “Put this onto your cheek. It’ll help it from swelling up.” Dallas told her handing the rag. Y/N just gave him a nod and put the ice rag onto her cheek. Dallas sat down next to her.

He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his short brunette hair. “Y/N, you got to get out of that fucking house.” Dallas told her as he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders. He rubbed up and down her arm in comfort. “Okay.” Y/N said in a soft tone. She took the ice off her cheek and looked over at him.

“Can I stay here with you?” Y/N asked him. “You don’t even have to ask, doll.” Dallas told her. “I’ll do anything to get you away from that fucking monster.” Dallas told her. He took the rag out of her hand and put it on the small table that is next to his bed.

“Let’s get some rest.” Dallas told her. He let her lay down first and then he laid down next to her. “We’ll go get your stuff in the morning.” Dallas told her pulling the blanket over top of them.

“I love you, Dally.” Y/N told him wrapping her arms around his torso. She laid her head onto his bare chest. “I love you, too, doll.” Dallas told her wrapping an arm around her shoulders like he did before. He gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.

[ambrozjas]

the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

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[only-lonely-star]

ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

[sams-butt-dem0n]

The gang reacting to reader breaking up with them

DARRY doesn't really know what to do when you break the news to him that you're dumping him. He stands there shocked for a few seconds to gather his emotions before even attempting to ask. "Why? Did I do something?" He says, his chin shaking a little but you can visibly see him pushing back the tears. "I just can't deal with this anymore," you say. "All I'm trying to do is help you provide for your family and you can't even stop for ten minutes to say thank you and spend a little time with me. Ten minutes. that's all I'm asking for." You can see the guilt written all over his face. You knew he wasn't going to change - you had this discussion many times before and every time it ended the same: him saying he'll change and that he's sorry you feel that way, and then never doing anything about it and going back to work the next day as if what you had talked about meant nothing. He just nodded and let a singular tear roll down his cheek as he opened his front door for you and watched you walk down the street with your bags and out of his life forever.

SODAPOP would completely fall apart if you dumped him. He would come home from work with a huge grin plastered on his face, ready to give you a cuddle and a kiss but it soon dropped when he saw you. Standing there with a bag on the table, waiting for him. There was nobody else home, it was supposed to be a day dedicated to the two of you. "Babe, what's going on?" He asks. "Are we going on a road trip or something? because if we are, give me five minutes for a shower and I'll-" "Soda," you say, cutting him off. You saw his head hang to the floor, his eyes darted at the floor. He knew what was happening. he just didn't want to admit it. "I'm sorry," you say. "Why?" He asks, hot tears streaming down his face as he looks up to meet your eyes, his stare hurting your heart. "What did I do? I'll fix it I promise. I promise I'll fix whatever you think went wrong." You sighed, your breath shaking from the water gathering in your eyes. "There's nothing left to fix, sodapop. It's already shattered." And with that, you pick up your bag, grab his hand and give it a small squeeze, your last touch of Sodapop Curtis, before walking out and not looking back once.

PONYBOY would be a mix between Darry and Soda. He wouldn't know what to do considering you were his first-ever girlfriend and he would also be heartbroken beyond belief. You would be a little mean about the breakup, not to hurt his feelings, but to make sure he never came back into your life. To make sure he thought you were gone for good and there was nothing he could do to change your mind. "Ponyboy," you say, sitting up from being laid on his bed. "There's something I gotta talk to you about." Convern layers through his eyes. "Yeah, sure. What's wrong?" You sigh. "Before I say anything, I just want you to know that you are such a sweet guy and I will always appreciate you for everything you've done for me and all the sunsets you've shown me." "Y/n," he begins, his voice much quieter now. "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry, Pony," you say, wiping a tear from your cheek and standing up. "I can't be with you any more." "What?" He asks, his voice cracking. He stays seated and just looks up at you in disbelief, not wanting to accept what you're saying. "You're just too immature. I know we're only kids and that's what young boys do but I need someone who isn't gonna spend their life goofing around and starting fights with random people. I don't want to be with someone who has nothing lying ahead for them. Don't get me wrong, I think you're real sweet 'n all but it's just not good enough for me to stay. I'm sorry." Tears were falling down his cheeks, somewhat gracefully, leaving a hot pink trail behind. He says nothing as he watches you leave his room, say goodbye to the gang as if you hadn't just shattered his heart, and walk out.

DALLAS would pretend to be unfazed. Especially if you hadn't been dating for that long. It would be short and snappy. "I'm breaking up with you." "Okay." You're not gonna ask me why?" "Nah." - However, if the two of you had been together for over a year, I'd say; he would be destroyed. You were the only thing he loved, apart from Johnny. You were the only person he had ever said those three words to you. You were his first everything, and now he had lost you. It was all his fault. "Can I do anything to make you stay?" He asks, his cheeks a lot redder than usual and his eyebrows furrowed, a giveaway that he is upset. "No," you say, as coldly as you can, wanting to get away and cry for a few days. "So that's it then?" He says. "I tell you that I love you and this is how you repay me? I give you everything I have, knowing what it could do to my reputation, and this is what I get?" He scoffs. "So much for love, huh?" He would be the one to walk away from you, not having the power to throw an insult, just letting his heart slowly split in two as he feels his soul separate. He had not only lost you, but he had lost a part of himself, too.

JOHNNY was used to being left, uncared for, abandoned, and mistreated. But he never expected it from you, the one person he thought loved him. He would cry just like he did in the lot when he and Pony had that talk (Yk what I'm talking about). "Johnny," you say. "I'm sorry." "What for?" He asks, confusion written all over his face. You sigh and lift up a bag of all of the things he had given or made you during your relationship. Cards, love letters, teddies, jackets, bracelets. Everything. "I- I don't understand," he says, his eyes welling up with tears. "It's not your fault, Johnny. It's me." You say, the words breaking your heart. "I just can't do it anymore. It's too much for me. I'm sorry." "But-" "Don't." You say. "If you say anything, I'll end up running back to you and apologising. I don't want to do this, Johnny. But it's what's best."

TWO-BIT definitely thinks you're joking at first, and thinks that you're playing some sick prank on him. "Haha, very funny, sweetheart," he says. "But seriously, what did you want to say." He swings an arm over your shoulders, causing you to push him away and glare at him. "I'm not messin'" you say, watching his face drop. "Huh?" Two-bit says. "I don't understand. Why are you doin' this?" "I have to. I'm not happy, Kieth. I'm sure you'd rather be happy in the future without me than be depressed knowing that your girlfriend doesn't love you like she used to." A tear slips from his eye. "You don't love me anymore?" You shake your head, tears flowing down your face, painting the skin red. "No. I don't."

STEVE would be like Dally. He'd pretend to be so unbothered and then as soon as you leave, he'd gradually break down throughout a couple of days until he can't fight his emotions for much longer. He and Soda would sit and get so drunk to try and distract Steve from whatever was going on, Darry would constantly be checking in on him, and Dallas would be so beyond pissed at you for hurting him, you'd think there was a manhunt out for you. "Honey," Steve says. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off lately. Is it something I did?" You and Steve had been arguing a lot lately, and it was tiring the both of you out. It was either going to end now or end badly, no in-between. "I think we should break up. Not take a break - break up." You said, straight to the point. His face said all that his words didn't. His eyes pleaded for your forgiveness, the softness of his pupils melting into yours, his brown orbs absorbing you into his atmosphere like you were there for him and him only. You had to escape now before you were trapped forever. "Okay." He shrugs and leaves you there, in the middle of the street. Confused and alone. Just like you had left him.

[dljcem]

dating dallas winston hcs?? 🤍

ೃ༄ Cherry Waves

dallas winston dating hcs

warnings: slightly ooc, not proof or beta read, mentions of smoking

sucker for seeing you in his clothes. it feeds his ego, as well as some possessive tendencies he prefers not to talk about. he just likes to know that youre his and no one elses<3

youre the first person he calls when hes in jail. he wants you to know that hes alright, that it could be a few days before he sees you again. he may or may not try to coax you into paying his bail while hes at it, but he means well.

likes hearing you talk about your day. he’ll tease you for rambling, but deep down he adores the excitement in your voice and the gleam in your eyes. he cant explain why, he just does.

his love language is physical touch. its an easy way for him to show his affection—why waste time forming some sappy speech when he can just hold your waist or slip a hand into your back pocket?

rests his hand on your thigh while hes driving. he gets road-rage like no other, and nothing soothes him more than the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips.

doesnt see any importance in schoolwork. if you agree to skip classes with him—which he’ll practically beg you to do—hes more than happy to take you anywhere you wanna go.

sweet when he wants or has to be. tenderness isnt his forte, but he’ll make an attempt for you.

insists on sharing cigarettes with you. he claims its easier to pass one around than waste two (in reality, he just enjoys the sight of you as he holds it up to your lips, patiently waiting for you to take a drag.)

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Greasers x mean girl/boy/person (think Regina George, Heather Chandler, Bryce Tankthrust) s/o who uses their status to protect their greaser and is kind of nice under all the cutthroat boss bitch-ness. Like the top rank of social that most other socs are afraid of.

(tried to make it gender neutral of my best ability, but it’s hard to fit phrases like “ queen bee” into gender neutral terms)

Inspo:

*socs approach and start making jeering comments* Hey Grease…

*you get in front of them* if you ever talk to them like that again, I will make it my personal life goal to ruin yours, and no one will hire your sorry ass again. Oh, and you can consider *insert secret* spilled.

<matching hcs with @sadie-bug345 please go check out her blog she has amazing outsiders headcanons>

Ponyboy Curtis

-intimidated by you fs

-he knows your life ruining rep

-sukrised when one day you tap on his shoulder

“Ponyboy… right?”

“U-uh yeah that’s me!”

“Great you’re tutoring me. Every Friday.”

“U-uh ok?”

-you guys actually get along and he helps with with your grades a lot

-You actually become friends and stand up for him against other Socs and even your own friends

-One night he’s walking home alone from the movies and four Socs approach him and start threatening him

-you on one of their shoulders and the Soc blanks and realization as he remembers your long-standing friendship with Pony

-“if you ever mess with him again I will ruin your life. You know I will.”

-the Socs all back up, and you stand there, smirking

-I feel like that’s when pony boy realizes his feelings for you and kisses you right there on the spot

-you guys are actually a really great mix, the popular person and the kind of more quiet guy

Johnny Cade

-he was so scared of you

-thought of all the possible ways you could ruin his life even more

-one day he comes to school and his locker is spraypainted with “Bastard Greaser”

-he’s even more suprised when you approach him at lunch break

-“Johnny Cade, right? Yk, you’re kind of cute… *you smirk* Anyway I have a dear friend… well, ex friend with me that wants to apologize for so crudely vandalizing your locker. RIGHT, Jessica?”

-his head is spinning, the queen/king bee of the whole school just flirted with him and made a bully apologize?

-you start coming to the lot more and more after that, and realize he often doesn’t have a place to sleep

-you invite (drag) him to your home where you set up a room for him, and being rich, it’s pretty damn nice

-I feel like that’s when he realizes his feelings for you and one night, when he’s about to go to sleep in his bed, he leans over and kisses your cheek

-you guys become a new couple and it shocks everyone

-yall are cute tho ❤️❤️

-you make sure no one gives him shit. If they do then LORD help them

Sodapop Curtis

-ok so you guys are a more expected couple

-prom royalty fr

-soda probably made you nice 💀💀

-you guys met in school and started dating, and he helped you kind of be the nice kind of popular

-you also spoil him with your money fr

-his brothers are skeptical of you at first (especially after sandy) but once they see your do really like him they totally ship you

-POWER COUPLE

-fr you guys are what everyone wants to be

Darry Curtis

-you were both popular and kind of ran in the same circles but didn’t like eachother

-he didn’t think he would like you because he doesn’t like mean girls/guys/people and thought you’d be all fake n stuff

-but one day yall got assigned to work on a history project and you both got along pretty well and you put in a pretty good effort

-that’s when he realized that you weren’t so bad and you two became friends

-eventually he caught on feelings for you and asked you out

-sweet couple, and everyone ships it

Dallas Winston

-you two met in detention FS

-you spread a nasty rumor about a boy who cheated on one of your close friends and he vandalized something

-enemies to lovers energy

-yall didn’t like eachother that much

-he sat behind you and kept making crude remarks and messing with you so you bit back

-“There’s no way in hell if ever dream of being with a lowlife like you”

-after a bit of banter and insults you somehow end up on his lap making out with him

-the teacher walks in and is like wtf- my eyes-

-you guys are the best power couple people cower in fear with you two together

-calls you prince/princess or doll fr

-it’s a typical bad boy x mean girl/guy/person thing

Two Bit Matthews

-you fits me at the mall when you were making fun of another stuck up girl

-he joined in with the teasing

-you were like ohhh this one’s kinda funny and you two actually hit it off really well

-you liked his wisecracks, they made the world all the more entertaining and he admired your cutthroat bitch attitude

-yall started dating after a while

-class clown x mean girl/guy/person and it’s SO iconic

-you two are surprisingly healthy for eachother, you both kind of get to see the under layer

-like you get to see what’s beyond his wisecracks and he gets to see beyond your plastic mean girl facade

Steve Randle

-he was suprised

-when you went up to him instead of Sodapop

-but when you pulled up in your red Ferrari with a scratched tire that was totally not just an excuse just to talk to him and started heavily flirting

-he wasn’t impressed, he still thought you were fake

-which bothered you, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t like you or at least pretend to

-so you kept showing up and one day a group of Socs stopped by the gas station, spitting on him

-you got furious and nearly ruined your car trying to ram them

-Steve was kinda in love after that

-he realized you really weren’t plastic

-you guys got together and are sooo cute

-when you go on long rants he listens to you while he fixes his cars

-and you have a free new handyman

[blackynsupremacy]

ya’ll the outsiders is on tubi 🏃🏾‍♀️

time to simp and cry all over again 😩

[dior-desire]

same ol’ love

"  from beginning to end, three hundred sixty five days of the year,  i want your same ole lovin', baby.  "

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confessing to johnny cade scenario.

imagine ..

You and Johnny have that classic "we're just friends" type of love trope. It's clear to everyone but the two of you that there's something more going on. You both fear the possibility of getting hurt or rejected, so you've maintained your status as best friends.

But one day, someone in the gang gets tired of the you two and decides to take matters into their own hands.

"God, Johnny, can't you see that you're both in love with each other?!"

Even after Johnny realizes that the feelings are mutual, he's still nervous about making the first move. So, Dally steps up and takes action. "(your name), you're coming with me and Johnny to the drive-in at 7, no questions asked man."

When you arrive at the drive-in, Dallas is nowhere to be found, leaving you and Johnny feeling lost and confused. You assume Dallas went off to do his own thing, so you decide to get yourself some popcorn and a drink before sitting down. But when you return, Johnny is still sitting there alone.

At first, you're confused as to why Dallas would just leave Johnny by himself. But then a thought hits you, making your heart sink. Dallas was never planning to show up, and it would just be you and Johnny the whole time. This wouldn't have bothered you before, but after Ponyboy told your secret about your feelings for Johnny in front of the whole gang, things have become a bit awkward.

Johnny was never one to openly share his thoughts, so you're left in the dark about whether he feels the same way about you. Ponyboy tries to reassure you, saying that Johnny never stops talking about you when it's just the two of them. But sometimes Ponyboy can be a dumbass, so you're not entirely sure what to believe.

About 15 minutes into the movie, Johnny suggests leaving the drive-in and going to the park. You both walk, feeling the cool night breeze and hearing the distant sound of laughter from nearby greasers enjoying their night.

As you reach the park, you find a cozy spot under a tree. The moonlight casts a soft glow on the surroundings, creating a magical atmosphere. You and Johnny sit down on a bench, looking up at the stars twinkling above.

In that moment, you come to a realization that if you don't come forward and confess first then you and johnny will be " just friends " for the rest of your life, with a nervous smile, you say, "Johnny, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He turns to you, his brown eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, "Yea? what is it ( your name )?"

Taking a deep breath, you quickly confess, "I've realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend, John—"

A surprised but relieved expression spreads across Johnny's face, he knows exactly what you mean and cuts you off before you can say anymore, "I feel the same way ( your name ), man i was waiting to see if you digged me back"

In that moment, it seemed like both of your shyness and fear melted away, replaced by a profound sense of new love and belonging. You both lean in, sharing a kiss under the moons spotlight.

From that night on, the park becomes a special place for both of you, a reminder of the beautiful confession that brought you together.

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[johnnycadesmuse]

there is no way this actually happed cause what 💀

[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Coping With a Breakup

(ps guys im not over it leave me alone(i also watched the notebook and i hate myself))

Ponyboy

Reading or writing.

How could you ever hurt this little freshman boy he‘s such a sweetheart

He would probably silently cry into a pillow until he thought his lungs were about to collapse or cave in

if this was now … he‘d chain smoke and listen to lana del rey while looking out a moonlit window

he definitely listens to Elvis to get over it.

I don’t know what exactly he would read to get over it but probably some sad ass Edgar Allan Poe. Annabelle Lee lookin ass.

He‘d write the most heart breaking

tear dripping

heavy breathing sad poetry ever.

show him a romance novel.

he’d never stop reading them until he got over it.

just the bare thought of it drives him nuts.

so he reads.

Johnny

if you hurt this man he would probably hurt himself.

he would dream bout it and wake up in cold sweats, tears running down his face.

in all honesty

i think he‘d be artistic with it

he’d somehow turn each and every single tiny thought into something about you

whether it be thinking about a teddy bear then contorting it into nothing but an image of you and him.

he would never be able to look at the places you went together the same.

he would be an artist.

hand him a pencil and he’ll make your heart break and ache.

might etch and sketch on himself to see if you still care.

ps you obviously do.

Dallas

Doesn’t know how.

All this man does is sleep, drink, fuck, repeat.

being honest this manwhore is probably gonna screw every hoe in Tulsa to try and get his mind off of it,

but every path leads back to what he knows best.

he would smoke more,

party more,

drink away all his problems, etc before facing a problem head on.

people may see him as this

uhh

violent gang member hoodlum kid guy man

but deep down hes really just a kid who wishes he couldve given his momma one more hug

a kid that needed to be loved.

a kid that was never taught how to be loved.

Adelaide

crier.

she’s a big ol’ crier, but it doesnt matter since thats not the only way she copes.

she loves to paint and puts every emotion into her paintings.

she may’ve become a kleptomaniac since she needs the supplies.

the curtis boys would

PERSONALLY

kill you if anything happened to her

one heartbreak and shes done for

love? whats that? it isnt real?

dont hurt her no matter what.

she would also turn to cigarettessss (as if she doesnt smoke enough).

adelaide would develop stage five lung cancer before even admitting that love could in the slightest exist anymore.

Sodapop

working.

soda seems like the kinda guy to go through a breakup and cry a lot

but the only thing that really helped was work.

he’d probably get a raise

yk with how hard and how much he’d be working to get over it.

his siblings would warn him about not overworkimg himself

and guess what.

he didnt listen and got really sick from all the stress.

i know for a fact he would keep away from cigarettes even if someone said they help and he believed it

he would only ever listen to the radio

hoping and praying that when he’d hear a love song he‘d hear your voice

Darrell

probably the most sane of everybody while dealing with his bs

he wld obviously be heart broken

but not to the point he needed some insane coping mechanism.

he would probably meditate.

i mean this is the sixties cmon he’s either gonna do wxxd

or meditate.

as soon as a thought of you came up and his mind started to panic he would sit on the couch and

well.

relax.

he probably has the healthiest coping mechanism he’s definitely got his life together

the others are jealous as fuuuuck

Steve

bro wouldnt eat.

every time he thought about the breakup

he thought it was because he was strong enough

or that he was too chubby for his girl.

one time he passed out while on the way to work and the gang freaked out so bad

they couldnt take him to the hospital so they carried him home and stuck a juice box in his mouth

eventually his ass woke up and they all cheered like the war had just ended “HIP HOORAY!”

but then in all seriousness

he needed to get his weight back up so the curtis kids make him eat at their house

even if he says he ate.

theres always snacks for him laying around thay house from then on out

Two-Bit

drinking.

do i have to explain.

in the novel pony said two-bit was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade…

but for some reason i know he wouldnt shoplift any more.

(he sure did teach adelaide how to tho)

along with his love for “shopping” you gotta remember he’s a heavy alcoholic

he’d drink away all of his problems and thoughts until he blacked out.

his buddies would think its just your average keith

but in all reality he’s really struggling

even though he seems like the usual drunk happy joking guy

HE IS HURTTT.

okay thanks for watching todays vlog

if u ever need to vent please dont be scared to message me bruv im sure Ik how to help.

[offt0wonderland]

The Runaways Fanfiction

The Outsiders x fem OC

word count 3.6k

Quick summary: A young Soc finds herself thrown into a loop once she befriends Pony and his family.

I continued to keep my distance, pausing each time Pony stopped to look at himself in the mirror. I’d twirl around, finding a small hidden space while I observed the comb running over his greased-up hair for the tenth time. Frankly, it was kind of funny how much he cared for his appearance – but it was also annoying; all I wanted to do was to drop off the journal and make my way back to my own part of town. The place that didn’t give me the creeps. Yet it seemed as if Pony was enjoying his casual stroll, not a care in the world with how quickly he’d appear in his home.

It took about ten minutes before he finally turned his last corner, trudging past a rusted gate and up the steps of a dilapidated home: The outer walls were painted eggshell white, chips and nails protruded from the corners of the architecture, and each step had a five-inch crack imbedded within. Honestly, the house was even worse than I had imagined it to be. There was no way in hell my brain could decipher how someone could live there for years on end – I mean, it appeared as if it was bound to collapse on itself within a few months.

The insides of my cheeks puffed out, a hesitation on my end halting me from following the path Pony effortlessly laid out for me. It was like all the muscles of my legs had stationed themselves firmly on the ground beneath, fear coursing my veins once more. I wasn’t sure if I was even going to be able to do it; I’d have walked this whole way, skipped an important lecture, and still ended up not finishing the one mission I set out to do. “Ugh, don’t be such a darn chicken …”

But I was. I couldn’t do it – I wouldn’t do it. I turned on my heels, preparing to find my way back to a comfort zone until a low voice spoke up from behind. “Are you lost?” I whipped my head around, eyeing the older man that had his arms crossed sharply across his chest. He seemed to be somewhere in his twenties, or at least looked like it. His brows pointed inwards, the rounds of his eyes dragging down to my outfit; a sense of confusion as to why a Social had somehow found herself eyeing his home.

I swiftly shook my head, taking a tiny gulp before speaking. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but is Ponyboy there?” Of course he was there, I just saw him walk in – such an idiot.

The man took a second, contemplating if he should grab the young boy in his home, but he soon obliged. “Pony!”

“What?!” I could hear Pony’s voice ring out in the background.

“Come here.”

“Uh-oh, someone’s getting their butt whooped for skipping class.” A more accented voice spoke up, which soon earned him a couple of yelps as slapping sounds echoed off the inside walls.

“Shut up Two-Bit, at least I know what obtuse means.” Pony sauntered towards the front, his shoulder leaning against the door frame as his eyes fixated on the man. “Darry, what’s – ” It wasn’t long before his voice trailed off, his eyes scanning over towards me outside of his gate. And just like Darry’s his brows sunk inwards.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it.” Darry backed away from the crowded front, slamming the door shut behind him in an effort to give us some privacy.

The two of us reveled in the silence for a few seconds, unsure of what words to say given that we’d never acknowledged each other in class. But then it hit me, all I had to do was show him the journal and he’d know. I cleared my throat, placing my bag on the floor as I rummaged through it to grab the same brown leather booklet he left in class. “You forgot this.”

Pony was swift to move towards me, grabbing the book from my hands and flipping through each page to observe the state of it. A sigh of relief was quick to escape his lips once he realized it was still in-tact. “Damn, I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, that’s why … I grabbed it.” Once again, we were engulfed in the quietude, no new words able to be mustered between us. It was all the more reason for me to get the hell out of there, pretend that none of this had ever happened. “Well, goodbye.”

A loud abrupt slam forced me to avert my attention, a sense of distraction that kept me from turning on the balls of my feet. “You gonna invite her in Pony?!” I narrowed my eyes, observing a younger boy pressed against the film of the window. His blue collared shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing the streak of dirt and gas that covered his chest.

“Oh man, I love bird-watching.” The same thick voice that spoke up earlier was heard right after, only he didn’t have a work shirt on. It appeared as though he was fonder of cartoons, wearing a Mickey Mouse cut off that showed the muscles he acquired overtime.

I lightly tilted my head, confused at the random comment the boy, who I now gathered as Two-Bit, had made about bird watching. But Pony was quick to speak back up, taking me away from peering up at the sky for any Cardinals. “How do you know where I live?”

“I don’t – well, I didn’t … I followed you.” He seemed taken aback by that comment, unsure if that was meant as a compliment or a threat. So, I rambled back on again, making the situation even more awkward than it already was. “I mean, I don’t normally follow you – or anyone for that matter … I just wanted to give it to you today, in case you needed it to finish your essay over the weekend.”

He nodded slowly in understanding, a hint of disbelief still resonating off of him. “Yeah … Well, I already finished the essay.”

“But, you said that you didn’t,” Now it was my turn to be confused. “I don’t understand, why lie?”

“Didn’t need a good for nothing Soc on my case, wasn’t in the mood for it today.” He shoved the journal into the back of his pants, his eyes now fixated on the area behind me.

“Dennis – he … yeah, no there’s actually no redeeming qualities about him,” Pony chuckled along with me, finding humor that I also couldn’t fathom the idea of the horrid Soc boy we shared a class with. “Well, if it’s any constellation I’m cranked to hear what you wrote.”

Pony nodded at my compliment, taking a bit of courage from that statement; but it was soon overshadowed once a dark cloud hovered over me. I scrunched the tip of my nose, confused as to why his posture had switched so suddenly.

Did I have lipstick on my teeth?

Yet my questions were shortly answered once a pair of hands covered my eyes, encasing me in a darkness. “You got to be more careful out in these areas sweetheart, might find yourself kidnapped.”

Read the whole chapter here: The Runaways | Quotev

[stevxiee]

Can you write two bit x a male hockey player reader :3

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➵ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗑 𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

➵ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌

➵ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟨𝟩𝟪

➵ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍

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“𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖮!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, “𝖦𝖮 𝖸/𝖭!” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅.

“𝖮𝖧 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖳!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖫𝖤 𝖮𝖥𝖥 𝖳𝖧�� 𝖨𝖢𝖤!” 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝟤𝟥-𝟤𝟨.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖢𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒��𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾.

“𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗁?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗅𝗒.

“𝖠𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, “𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁”, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗄 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌,

“𝖪𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.”

“𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, “𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖳𝗐𝗈-𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, “𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆.”

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[ambrozjas]

cuddling with dallas winston except f!reader puts her cold hands on his back and he shrieks in pain. idk why but the idea of this is so funny to me. tysm!

the smell of tobacco and grass from the outside engulfed you as you buried your nose into dallas’ neck. you had your arms wrapped around him while you guys were laying on your bed, peaceful for the most part. the only time he moved was when he brought his hand to his mouth to take another drag of his cigarette, he even exhaled quietly.

you both stayed there, only accompanied by the quietude of your room.

dallys hand rested on the small of your back, occasionally patting it whenever you shifted.

if anybody could see him now, they’d probably die of shock. compared to his tough guy exterior on the outside, nobody would ever think that your boyfriend and dallas winston were the same person.

you could feel the tips of your ears getting cold, and decided to snake your hands under dally’s shirt around his back. your hands placed themselves against his warm back, but before you could get them all the way under his shirt, he jolted upwards. with the way he jumped, his cigarette could’ve fallen out of his mouth.

“jesus, man! what’s up with your fuckin’ hands?”

“let me love on you, dallas!” you said, as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you for the request anon !! this idea was funny to me too lol, hope you enjoy xoxo 💕

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[only-lonely-star]

Maybe since u did NSFW Johnny hcs u could do NSFW dallas hcs as well? Love ur writing btw!!

Dating Dallas Winston NSFW Headcanons !! 💋

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I feel like Dallas is into anything aggressive. His pain tolerance is strangely high so during any intimate moment he’ll put himself to the test. He tries to see how much he can take whether it be something kinky as hell or how long he can last during actual intercourse. He’s just into more lustful and assertive touch since he’s not one to be a softie.

He lovessss to praise. Damn near every second the two of you are fucking he’s saying something dirty and complimenting you whether it be your body, how vocal you’re being, or just how good you feel. Honestly, I can picture one specific scenario where he’s got you bent over. His chest against your back, his head hovering beside yours, his voice low and sultry, “Doin’ so fuckin’ good… you’re doin’ great… yeah, just like that.”

He’s very experienced in general, being a bit of a manwhore… (this is nsfw dating hcs sooo 🌝) but it’s overall a not a completely bad thing. I have to admit, he’s probably the most ran through guy Tulsa has ever seen - BUT it just means he’s had trial and error. He knows what he likes and what he doesn’t. He knows how to give pleasure catered to your body type no matter what, but he also knows how to ensure he enjoys himself just as much. I just know he’s very experienced with his fingers - he doesn’t always have time for full-blown sex. Slight finger action would do it for the both of you, maybe even head.

He’s gotten into small yet heated arguments about being on top. This man will fight you to be the one in charge every time. He doesn't like to feel as if he’s below anyone, in a literal sense as well as mental. He wouldn’t abuse of the power he has while being the dominant participant, but he will call every shot. He decides what position, how things go, the pace - everything.

Dallas will make sure you finish. He’ll obviously not stop until he hits that peak, but if you don’t that’s whole different story. His ego tells him if you haven’t finished yet but he has - that you’re just stubborn. One the plus side, he isn’t complaining. Hell yeah - he’ll willingly have multiple orgasms until he’s aware you have at least had one. He’s not about to only please himself and not you.

I have a feeling Dallas would at least try to be all sweet and helpful as his way of aftercare. It doesn’t come natural to him so throughout his previous experiences he’s had to learn to keep his impulsive thoughts to himself and be gentle with you. He’d help clean you off, offer to shower together, and ‘cuddle’ - which was an arm around your shoulders in bed.

[sams-butt-dem0n]

Dallas Winston x soc reader (1)

• Dallas would be so different when it's just the two of you. He is so soft and gentle, always wanting to be close to you but never being whiny about it. • His hands always have to be touching a part of you, whether that's an arm around your waist when you're out with the gang or his hands under your shirt when you cuddle. • Speaking of cuddling, Dally would never admit to being addicted to being in your arms or you being in his. It would simply ruin his tuff facade.

• However, especially at the start of the relationship, Dally would act like he has no clue who you are. He would easily walk past you and not even give you a glance. • This continued for a while until you got caught up with some of the socs who lived down your street, they were following you and hollering sexual insults at you, trying to see if you could help them get "busy". • Dallas just so happened to be waiting outside the school for you so he could watch you walk past and then catch up with Pony and he saw what trouble you were in. • At first, he stayed well away from you, on the other side of the street with Ponyboy, just watching to make sure you got home safe. • Then one of the socs made a huge mistake by lifting up your skirt and trying to take a peek, his friends all laughing along. • You had never seen Dally so angry in the years you had known him. He was practically purple in the face and you were sure that if life was a cartoon, he'd have smoke coming out of his ears. •Safe to say that Dally never left your side whenever he was out with you and if he heard that you had been walking alone, you'd have your ear chewed off by him the next time you saw him.

• He would definitely blush whenever you call him handsome and although you may not agree, he LOVES when you say that he's pretty. • He definitely gets a little insecure sometimes, especially when he's in the cooler but you know that's just because Sylvia fucked him over so many times. • When he gets out, he hugs you so tight and asks you so many questions about what you've been up to without him and how you must have been "so bored" with him not there. • He also gets a little insecure about how you could leave him for a soc, someone like you, someone who could buy you anything you want (I mean he steals whatever you want but that's not the point).

• Your parents were definitely against the two of you dating for the first two or three months, always telling you that he would break your heart or get you into serious trouble. • Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of convincing them that he was a good guy, they finally allowed him over to the house. • They wanted to meet this supposedly amazing Dallas Winston you kept banging on about before they made their final judgement. • He was surprisingly polite; didn't smoke in front of them; took his shoes off so he "didn't ruin the carpet" • After that, your mom loved him and was constantly asking when he was next coming over. • But don't you think for one minute that your door is allowed to be fully closed, if your dad can't fit his head through the gap then you're both in serious trouble.

• Despite all of this sappiness and love, Dally is still the tuffest guy you know.

A/N: If you want any more of these, just let me know. I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments and please feel free to ask me anything in my bio :)

[dljcem]

ೃ༄ 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 !

i.

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.

v.

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.”