#Outsiders fanfic

[pintrestgrl]

lake day with johnny cade

you heard his footsteps on the porch before he knocked. three soft raps on the screen door, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be knocking that gentle, or at all.

your stomach fluttered, even though you’d been ready for the past ten minutes— towel rolled up, jean shorts thrown over your bikini, hair brushed, everything. you glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, then walked out, heart already thudding.

johnny was standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking down at the porch like it had something to say to him. his hair looked like he’d tried real hard to get it right— still a little messy, but you could tell he’d combed it, and maybe even washed it this morning. he looked clean, and nervous. and kind of adorable.

he looked up the second he heard the door creak open. and when he saw you, he froze. “hey,” you said quietly, hugging your towel to your chest. his eyes flicked down to your bare legs, then right back up like he got caught. his ears turned red almost instantly.

“hey,” he said, voice soft. “you look real nice.”you shifted your weight a little, trying not to smile too hard. “thanks. you do too.” he scratched the back of his neck. “you ready?” you nodded. “yeah.”

you locked the door behind you and started walking down the sidewalk with him, quiet at first. the sun was already hot, and the air smelled like dust and grass and distant water. every now and then, your hands would swing a little too close, brushing just barely. neither of you said anything about it, but it made your heart flutter every time.

johnny didn’t talk much— he never really did— but when he did, it was soft little comments. “kinda hot out today,” or “hope the water ain’t too cold.” and you answered just as quiet, even though you were dying to say more, to ask him what he thought of your swimsuit or if he was nervous too.

after a little while, the path turned to dirt, and you could see the lake just through the trees— wide and blue and shining like glass under the sun.

by the time you stepped onto the dock, your heart was beating louder than it had the whole walk there. the dock creaked under your feet, and you toed off your sandals, letting them sit in the sun-warmed wood. johnny was behind you, towel slung over his shoulder, glancing everywhere except directly at you.

you hesitated a little before pulling the denim shorts down your body, folding it quickly and setting it down. you were nervous, more nervous than you thought you’d be— standing there in your bikini with the breeze skimming over your skin.

you turned, and johnny was definitely staring. he looked away so fast it almost made you laugh. “sorry,” he mumbled. “i wasn’t tryna— i just—” you shook your head, cheeks warm. “it’s okay.” he looked back at you for real this time. slow. careful. like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

“you, uh— you look real pretty.” you smiled, a little shy. “thank you.” his eyes dropped again, more to your hips now. then flicked back up. “you gonna jump in?” you nodded, stepping closer to the edge. “you’re gonna follow me, right?”

he gave a crooked little smile. “depends how cold it is.” you grinned over your shoulder. “guess we’ll find out.” and then you jumped. the water was colder than you thought— sharp and clean and full of summer. you came up with a gasp, hair slicked back, laughing as you wiped your eyes.

“come on, cade!” you yelled. “don’t make me swim alone!” he hesitated at the edge for half a second, then muttered, “to hell with it,” and jumped in after you.

he surfaced right in front of you, blinking and coughing out a little laugh. you drifted back, treading water, cheeks already sore from smiling.

you kicked gently at the water between you, sending a tiny splash his way. you glanced at him, half-smiling. “you like what you see or somethin’?”

johnny blinked nervously, a giddy smile tugging at his lips as he fidgeted with his hands. “yeah. guess you could say that.” you tilted your head, trying to play it cool even as your heart flipped.

“then i guess that works out,” you said softly. “’cause i like what i see too.” he went quiet again, the grin still pulling at his mouth, smaller now. the sun lit up his cheekbones, and his wet hair clung to his forehead in messy curls.

he didn’t say anything. just looked at you like you were something he couldn’t believe he had the privilege of looking at. you leaned in, just a little— and he met you there, nervous but sure, kissing you soft and quick like he’d been thinking about it all day.

your noses bumped. the water shifted around you. and still, he smiled against your lips “you’re blushing,” you whispered when you pulled back. he rubbed his hand over his face. “yeah. well. you kissed me.”

you laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “yeah. guess i did.” you both stayed there for a while, fingers intertwined under the water, barely talking, hearts thudding.

it was clear to him then, that nothing else needed to matter right then.

he could just think about you.

a/n : going to the pool today and thought this up <3

tags : @cadescig @cades-outsider @enchantedstarfish @heavenlyangelbaby @cameronsbabydoll @johnnycadesthoughts @johnnycadesslut @1tsjustj @harajukub4rb1e @browneyebby @avroravia @aviaraindre @johnnycadesmuse @johnnycadesgirlfriend-blog @johnnycadesass please let me know if u want to b added to the outsiders taglist !!

[anifever]

hcs of ponyboy dating the prettiest and sweetest cheerleader

Pony w/ a Cheerleader!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Ponyboy Curtis x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : HC’s of Pony with a sweet ‘n gorgeous, popular cheerleader

A/N : Starting to do some requests again 😔 bare with me guys these are always my words before I disappear for months

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୨ NOBODY is believing his ass

୨ Like the youngest out of the gang dating a soc like you? Nuh-uh

୨ Steve is especially on his back about it; it only fuels their stupid feud

୨ Most people would assume you’re kinda mean or shallow because you cheer, but you’re really the towns sweetheart

୨ Like there are no exceptions; socs and greasers alike

୨ Your inclusivity and niceness are some of the main things Pony really likes about you

୨ Of course, your looks definitely also help

୨ He writes poems about you.

୨ He gets jealous pretty easily though, so you have to baby him a little if you get hit on in front of him LMAOO

୨ Cue you opening up your locker on Valentines Day, a bunch of cards falling out, and him getting a defeated frown on his face

୨ Anyways, your reputation definitely makes some of the bullying he goes through ease up

୨ You always defend him (nicely, of course) if you spot someone picking on him

୨ It’d take all the guys meeting you for them to realize that you’re actually a pretty good match since they were probably weary at first

୨ That still doesn’t stop all of Steve ‘n Dallas’ teasing about you being too pretty for him though (save him.)

୨ Overall, you honestly could give people toothaches with how sweet you are together

୨ Like Darry’s about to come scold Pony over homework only to find the both of you on the porch, working with your notebooks open whilst you fiddled with some of his hair

୨ He can’t even be mad because it’s so innocent and cute

୨ Sometimes though, your personality can lead to people taking advantage of you because of just how nice you are

୨ He has to reel you in and let you know which people have good intentions and which don’t

୨ Most of the time your practice takes place the same time his track practice does so you guys just admire each other across the field teehee

୨ Whenever he doesn’t have practice or plans of his own, he comes to watch you anyways

୨ Even though basically all the football players have jumped him at least once, he’ll still show up if you’re cheering at a game 😇

୨ Honestly, he gains a bit more confidence after a while of being with you

୨ He’e so smug about it too LMFAO like “yeah, I’m the one dating the prettiest girl on the cheer team 🙄😏”

୨ Absolutely rubs it in Steve’s face (or any of them for that matter) when they argue

[ironweedhills]

au where darry and soda are adults when their parents die n ponyboy is still a little kid... (hc under the cut)

All of Pony's fifth grade classmates ate lunch with their parents at one time or another. They'd skip to the lunch room holding Mama and Daddy's hands and Ponyboy would bury his face in his tray so no one would see him cry. Snot nosed ten year olds would ask him why his parents never showed up. He didn't know how to tell them that his Mama and Daddy were sleeping under cold dirt.

One night Ponyboy comes home from school, teary eyed and deflated like a birthday balloon that's been kept too long. Soda rushes to help put away his backpack and take off his shoes, (which he was much too old for now, really) and sees his wet ruddy cheeks and scoops him up like he's still a little fawn.

"Pone, what's wrong baby?"

Pony sniffles all pitiful. "All the other kids get to each lunch with their parents. And I-" He wails.

"I have to eat all alone!"

Soda's pretty brows scrunch and he coos and sways his baby side to side. Darry appeared like an answered prayer, leaning over Soda's shoulder to wipe the salty tears from their little brother's cheeks. Darry makes a promise right then that he'll make it to lunch with Ponyboy no matter what.

"I'll be there tomorrow honey, I swear it." Darry says with staunch absolution.

The next day, Ponyboys sitting in the lunchroom on the squeaky little chairs, playing with his green beans and feeling just awful. He glances to the doorway like clockwork every minute, waiting for Darry to show up. Probably five minutes pass, and Pony's heart is smarting fiercely and he's losing hope when the double doors fly open. Darry rushes in, all sweaty and dusty from work, smiling in a way that's reserved only for his brothers. Ponyboy flies out of his seat and shoots to Darry's chest like a bullet.

"Told ya i'd make it." Darry whispered into his slick hair.

The other kids are staring frog -eyed now.

"Is that yer Dad, Pony?" Some yellow haired girl shouts.

He preens pink under his big brother's arm, puffing his chest out. "Yup. Sure is."

[foottoe101001]

Welder Johnny cade!! For my blue collar au! Anyway if use please credit queen x ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Idk who to @…. @mr-freakyboy-curtis @pookiepiss69 @cheryyy-valancce

[thewulf]

Curtis & Co || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - I was thinking maybe Darry & fem reader have been together for a long time, all the boys consider them to be the Big Brother/Sister/Mom & Dad of the gang. But Darry saved up enough money to propose to his girl. So he gets the gang involved in the proposal too.

A/N: Thank you for the request @fanboyswhore9 !!! I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.3k +

TW: General The Outsiders

The Curtis house was never quiet. Not really. Even when Ponyboy was nose deep in a book, lost in some far-off world, the house still buzzed with life. Soda was always running his mouth, cracking jokes, and filling the space with laughter. While Steve and Two-Bit bickered over whatever nonsense they had cooked up that day. And there was Darry. He was always steady, always carrying the weight of it all. His shoulders squared under the responsibility of keeping a family together.

And then there was you.

You had been around since the beginning. Long before everything fell apart. You had been Darry’s best friend back when he was just a golden boy with big dreams before life had asked too much of him too soon. You had seen the way his parents adored him. How they looked at him like he was bound for something great. You had seen him at his best, laughing and reckless, a kid who thought the world had endless possibilities. And you had seen him at his worst, standing in the wreckage of his life after his parents were gone, exhausted and terribly scared but too damn proud to admit it.

You never left. Not when it got hard. Not when Darry had to trade in his college dreams for double shifts and sleepless nights. Somewhere along the way you started picking up the pieces alongside him. You helped him raise Ponyboy. Kept Soda from spiraling. Always made sure there was always food on the table even when it meant stretching meals too thin. You weren’t just Darry’s best friend anymore. You were his family. Their family.

And the gang noticed.

At first it started as a joke. Something Steve tossed out casually when you made him an extra sandwich one afternoon. “Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smirk before stuffing his face. You had rolled your eyes at the time thinking nothing of it.

But then Two-Bit picked it up and that was when the real trouble started. “Hey, Dar, your wife says I gotta do the dishes,” he’d called out one night, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “You really gonna let her boss me around like that?”

Darry while scrubbing the kitchen table down had barely looked up. “If she says to do the dishes you’ll do the damn dishes, Keith.”

That only made Two-Bit cackle. “Alright, alright.” He threw his hands up and got to work.

Even Ponyboy who was usually quiet and reserved had given Darry a rare, knowing smirk one day after dinner. “She’s got more authority in this house than you do Darry.”

And that was when Soda decided to take it personally. “Dar,” he sighed dramatically one night, kicking his feet up on the table. “You do realize you already got yourself a wife, right?”

Darry shot him a look. “Soda.”

“No, no,” Soda continued, waving a hand. “I’m just stating the obvious. You act like a married couple. You argue like a married couple. Hell, you even cook dinner together like a married couple.”

Ponyboy looked up from his book with an innocent expression. “You should just ask her out already. You basically act married anyway.” Johnny nodding along with him.

Darry frowned, like the idea had never truly crossed his mind before. He scoffed, shaking his head. “I—I don’t—”

“You do,” Soda cut in.

“You absolutely do,” Steve added from the couch.

And then, as if this entire ordeal wasn’t already a nightmare for Darry, Dallas Winston strolled into the room smirking like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Oh, hell, finally,” Dally drawled, plopping down on the arm of the couch while flicking his lighter open and shut. “Took y’all long enough to say it. I was about ready to spell it out in the damn sky.”

Darry groaned, rubbing his temples. “Not you, too.”

Dally snorted, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You’re real slow, man. Real slow. I mean, damn. You’re playing house over here, takin’ care of Pony, makin’ sure Soda don’t drink himself into a coma and then there’s your girl, who’s been stuck to your hip since before you had a damn mortgage on your shoulders. You’re tellin’ me you just realized it?”

Darry’s scowl deepened, but the tips of his ears went pink.

Dally exhaled a cloud of smoke before shaking his head. “Pathetic. You oughta be ashamed.”

Soda cracked up while Steve pounded the table. “Oh man, Dallas is calling you pathetic. That’s gotta sting.”

“Shut up,” Darry grumbled but at this point it didn’t matter. Because maybe, just maybe, they were right.

Maybe when you leaned against the counter laughing at something Pony said Darry had a hard time looking away. Maybe when you patched him up after a rough shift, scolding him for pushing himself too hard, he liked hearing the worry in your voice. Maybe when he watched you sitting on the porch with Ponyboy quietly listening to him talk about nothing and everything, something in his chest ached in a way he didn’t want to name. Soda was right. Dally was right. The whole damn gang was right. Darry had been in love with you for years. He had just been too damn stubborn to admit it.

It took him three days to work up the nerve to do anything about it.

He didn’t plan anything grand. That wasn’t your style. He just asked if you wanted to take a walk one night after dinner. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His shoulders tense in a way that had nothing to do with work. You didn’t question it but instead just fell into step beside him. The two of you walking quietly under the flickering streetlights with the night air cool against your skin.

Darry had never been one for fancy words, never been one to spill his feelings easily. But he had spent enough time swallowing them down. He cleared his throat before glancing over at you. “I… uh… I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time.” He blurted out.

You stopped walking and looked at him with wide eyes. “…Think?” You asked as he took you completely off guard with that one.

His ears burned red. “Fine,” he admitted. “I know.”

You let the silence stretch, dragging it out just to make him sweat a little longer, enjoying the rare sight of Darrel Curtis looking unsure of himself. Then after what felt like forever to him you grinned, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Took you long enough, Curtis.”

The gang lost their ever-loving minds when they found out.

Soda whooped so loudly he nearly fell off the porch, clutching his stomach as he gasped for breath. Two-Bit declared a national holiday and immediately started preparing for an imaginary wedding. Steve groaned, already complaining about how he was going to have to witness “gross couple behavior” for the rest of his life.

Dally, of course, took full credit. “I mean if it weren’t for me he’d still be sittin’ there lookin’ confused.”

Pony just rolled his eyes and muttered, “God help us all.”

And Johnny?

Johnny just smiled, shaking his head, because he had seen it coming long before Darry ever did.

Two years had passed since Darry finally pulled his head out of the sand and asked you to be his girl. Two years of late-night talks on the porch, of shared laughter over burned breakfasts, of feeling light in a way neither of you had since the world had come crashing down. Loving Darry wasn’t always easy. He carried too much weight on his shoulders, worried too much, worked himself too hard. But you wouldn’t trade a second of it. Because the truth was you had always been his, long before he ever admitted it.

But time hadn’t stopped moving, hadn’t let you stay frozen in those golden moments forever. Life had changed. It had hardened in ways you never could have predicted. Johnny was gone. Dallas, too. The grief still clung to the gang, settling into the spaces they once filled, but it didn’t break you. Not completely anyway. You had all learned how to carry it. How to live with the loss without letting it consume you.

And somehow through it all Darry never let go of you.

You weren’t just his best friend anymore. You weren’t just his girl. You were his. And he was yours. The one he reached for at the end of a long day. The one he trusted to see the parts of him he hid from everyone else. And if there was one thing Darry Curtis knew with absolute certainty it was that he didn’t want to spend another day without you.

Which was exactly why he had a ring stashed away in a place even Two-Bit couldn’t find.

Darry Curtis was going to propose.

And unfortunately for him that meant getting the gang involved.

He knew it was a mistake. Knew it the second he opened his mouth. But Darry wasn’t the kind of guy who did things halfway and if he was going to ask you to marry him he was going to make it something special. Nothing too grand because you’d hate that. Always had. But something special for the two of you.

Which is why, for better or worse, he found himself sitting in the Curtis living room watching as Soda, Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve absolutely butchered what was supposed to be a simple proposal plan.

“Alright, hear me out,” Two-Bit said, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye that immediately made Darry regret every life choice that led to this moment. “What if we set off fireworks?”

Pony sighed, already rubbing his temples. “Two-Bit, you can’t even light a match properly.”

“Okay, fine, but what about—”

Soda cut in with a grin. “What if we get a horse?” Darry groaned. This was going to be hell.

Darry leaned back in his chair rubbing a hand down his face as he listened to the absolute train wreck unfolding around him. He wasn’t sure why he thought this would be a good idea. He knew these idiots had no sense of subtlety or reason. Here he was regretting everything as Steve pushed forward with what had to be the worst romantic advice he had ever heard.

"Listen, Dar," Steve started, crossing his arms like he was some expert on the subject. "The key to a solid proposal is shock value."

Darry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Shock value?"

Steve nodded like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, man. You gotta catch her off guard! I’m talkin’ like bam! Just drop the question mid-conversation. Like, when she least expects it. Keeps things exciting."

Soda nearly fell out of his seat laughing. "Mid-conversation, Steve? What, you think Darry’s gonna be talkin’ about groceries and just throw in a ‘hey, wanna get hitched’ in between tomatoes and bread?"

Steve shrugged. "I’m just saying, girls love surprises."

"But she doesn’t," Pony muttered, shaking his head. Steve just shot him a glare and shrugged.

"Now me," Two-Bit cut in, pointing to himself, "I got class. Darry, you should definitely propose at the drive-in."

Darry sighed regretting this entire conversation. "The drive-in."

Two-Bit grinned. "Yeah! During a horror movie." Silence filled the room.

Pony just stared at him, looking almost pained. "During a horror movie?"

"Yeah, picture it!" Two-Bit leaned forward, waving his hands dramatically. "You wait till the scariest part like when the monster’s about to pop out then you drop down on one knee! She’ll be so freaked out she won’t even think, she’ll just say yes!"

Steve snorted. "Or scream and knee him in the face."

Soda wiped tears from his eyes finding far too much enjoyment for Darry’s liking. "Oh man, I wanna see that."

Darry groaned. "There is no way I’m proposing during a damn horror movie."

Two-Bit just shrugged. "Your loss. Could’ve been legendary."

Pony, ever the poet, sighed dramatically while slipping his notebook open. "You should do something meaningful, Darry. Something with depth. A real moment between you two."

"Not happening," Darry shot back immediately.

"You didn’t even let me finish!" Pony huffed at his eldest brother.

"Because I already know whatever you’re about to say is gonna be too complicated."

"It’s not complicated! I was just thinking—"

"No poems, Pony." Darry sat back in the couch, reeling.

"But—"

"No."

Pony scowled while muttering under his breath about how nobody in this family appreciated literature. Meanwhile, Soda was having the time of his life watching his usually cool, collected big brother flounder like a fish out of water. He was positively thriving in Darry’s misery.

"Damn, Dar," Soda chuckled, slapping a hand on his back. "You’re really sweatin’ this, huh?"

Darry shot him a glare. "Of course, I’m sweatin’ this, Soda. I’m trying to propose to the woman I love."

Soda just grinned. "I know and it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen."

Darry sighed again, realizing that this was the moment he had officially lost control of the situation. But after what felt like hours of absolute nonsense, Darry had finally managed to wrangle the gang into something resembling a plan. It took a lot of patience, a lot of vetoing bad ideas (he was never letting Two-Bit near fireworks, and Steve was absolutely banned from giving further input), but somehow, against all odds, they had pulled it together.

The final decision? A simple, quiet dinner at the Curtis house. Nothing too fancy, nothing too showy, just something that felt right. The gang would help set it up, make sure everything was perfect, and then he’d finally ask the question that had been sitting on his tongue for months.

That was the plan.

Now all he had to do was actually go through with it.

Which, as he stood in the middle of the miraculously clean Curtis kitchen and adjusting the collar of his shirt for the hundredth time, suddenly felt a lot harder than he expected. His hands felt clammy, his stomach twisted up in knots, and for the first time in a long time Darry Curtis felt nervous.

Soda noticed immediately. "Would ya quit fidgeting?" his younger brother teased, nudging him with his elbow. "You look fine. Better than fine, actually. You sure you’re not the one gettin’ proposed to?"

Darry shot him a glare. "Not helping, Soda."

Soda just grinned, utterly unbothered. "What, you nervous?"

"No," Darry lied, adjusting his sleeves.

Steve snorted from across the room. "Yeah, okay, sure. You’ve been checking your watch every thirty seconds, Dar. If you get any more worked up you’re gonna pass out before she even walks through the door."

Darry groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hate you guys."

Two-Bit clapped him on the shoulder, looking way too proud of himself. "You’ll thank us when she says yes, big guy. I mean if she says yes—"

Steve smirked. "Oh yeah, she could say no."

Soda gasped dramatically. "Oh man, what if she laughs?"

"Y’all are the worst," Darry muttered, shaking his head.

Ponyboy took pity on him. "Relax, Darry. She loves you. You could probably propose with a burger and a milkshake, and she’d still say yes."

Darry exhaled his shoulders dropping slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

But even as he said it the nerves didn’t fade. Not completely. Because this was it. The moment he was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. And then as if fate had been waiting for just the right second to make his heart damn near stop, there was a soft knock at the door.

Soda grinned. "Showtime."

The second the knock sounded at the door. Darry felt his stomach drop. He had faced down Socs in street fights, worked brutal shifts in the heat of summer, taken on the responsibility of raising two younger brothers before he even hit his twenties. But nothing had ever made his hands sweat like this.

Soda, grinning way too much, clapped him on the back. “Alright tough guy, don’t choke.”

Darry shot him a glare before jerking his thumb toward the back door. “All of you, out. Now.”

Steve scoffed. “Aw, c’mon, we can’t even watch?”

“No.”

Two-Bit groaned dramatically but he was already halfway to the back door, grabbing a roll off the table as he went. “Fine, fine, we’ll leave you to your romantic moment. But if you pass out, I’m comin’ back to revive you.”

Pony smirked but gave Darry a reassuring nod before following the others outside. Soda, the last to leave, wagged his eyebrows and whispered, “You got this.” Then he was gone, and the house was finally quiet.

Darry took a deep breath. This was it. No turning back now.

He opened the door, and there you were just back from your shift looking tired but beautiful as ever. Your brow furrowing slightly as you stepped inside.

Your eyes swept across the house taking in the shockingly spotless living room and the lack of boys sprawled across the furniture. The warm scent of something home-cooked lingering in the air. Your lips quirked as you turned back to Darry. “Alright, what’s going on? Did you finally scare the boys into cleaning up after themselves?”

Darry smirked but the nerves in his stomach twisted tighter. “Not exactly.” You narrowed your eyes slightly about to ask another question, but then he stepped fully into the light, and your words caught in your throat.

Because damn. Darry was always handsome. Annoyingly so. But tonight? Tonight, he looked unfairly good. He was freshly shaven, dressed up in a button-down shirt that fit just right. His usually messy hair combed back neatly. Your gaze flicked over him, then back up to his face, and you arched a knowing eyebrow.

“Well, don’t you look nice,” you teased, stepping closer. “What’s the occasion? Got a hot date?”

Darry exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “Something like that.” He took your hand, his grip warm and steady despite the fact that his heart was racing. “Come with me.” You let him lead you toward the kitchen, curiosity flickering in your expression. And when you stepped inside your breath caught.

The table was set for two. A candle flickering softly in the center with plates arranged neatly with a home-cooked meal that was definitely not thrown together at the last minute. The room was quiet, intimate, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of the Curtis household.

Your heart squeezed, warmth blooming in your chest. “Darry…”

He swallowed hard, suddenly finding it a lot harder to breathe. His grip on your hand tightened as he turned to face you fully. “Look, I—I had a whole speech planned,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But now that you’re here, I—” He huffed out a nervous chuckle. “Damn. I’m sweatin’ this.”

You grinned. Your voice soft. “Take your time, Dar.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you and suddenly, the nerves didn’t matter so much. Because it was you. You had been there for everything. The good, the bad, the downright impossible. You had stood beside him when the world turned dark, made him laugh when he thought he’d forgotten how. You reminded him that he wasn’t alone even when he tried to carry everything on his own shoulders. He had been in love with you for longer than he cared to admit. And now, he was going to make damn sure he never had to go a day without you.

So, before his hands could shake. Before his voice could waver, Darry dropped down on one knee.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening, hands flying to your mouth as you took a sharp step back. “Oh my God.”

Darry let out a breathless laugh. “Not exactly what I was hopin’ for.”

You squeaked, actually squeaked, and Darry grinned despite the nerves rattling his chest. He pulled a small box from his pocket, flipping it open to reveal a simple but beautiful ring. His heart was pounding but his voice was steady.

“I love you,” he said with no hesitation. “I’ve loved you since before I even knew what that meant. And I know I ain’t always the best at sayin’ it, but you’re… you’re everything to me, darlin’. You always have been.” He exhaled, steadying himself. “So, what do you say? You wanna make it official? Would you marry me darlin’?”

You stared at him for a long second. Your eyes glassy with emotion, your hands still pressed against your mouth. Then, suddenly, and rather violently, you nodded. “Yes,” you gasped, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Yes, Darry, of course yes.”

Relief and joy crashed over him in one overwhelming wave and before he could blink you were throwing your arms around his neck kissing him like you had been waiting for this moment your entire life. He laughed against your lips, one arm winding around your waist as he held you close while the other slipped the ring onto your finger.

It fit perfectly. Just like the two of you always had.

The gang had lasted all of two and a half hours before their patience ran out.

They had tried to keep busy. Soda had challenged Steve to a dumb arm-wrestling contest, Two-Bit had thrown rocks at a can for way too long, and Ponyboy had at least pretended to read. But in the end they all found themselves back on the Curtis porch sitting on the steps, leaning against the railing, restless and nosy as hell.

Soda huffed, drumming his fingers against his knee. “Alright, how long does it take to say yes?”

Steve snorted. “Long enough for Darry to pass out from nerves, apparently.”

Pony rolled his eyes. “She said yes. There’s no way she didn’t.”

“Yeah, but what if she made him sweat first?” Two-Bit smirked. “I woulda dragged it out just to mess with him.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Soda agreed, grinning. “Bet he was sweatin’ bullets.”

Steve stretched out with a groan. “Y’know, we could just knock and pretend we left somethin’ inside.”

“Or,” Two-Bit said, wiggling his brows, “we could just walk in.”

Soda shot up, hands on his hips. “Y’know what? Screw it, I’m goin’ in...”

The door swung open. And there you were. The porch went dead silent like they’d all been caught. Soda, frozen mid-step. Two-Bit, mouth still open from whatever nonsense he was about to say. Steve, looking like he had just been smacked upside the head. Ponyboy looking nervous as hell.

You took in the sight of them camped out like kids waiting for Christmas morning and sighed. “You guys—”

Two-Bit threw his hands up. “Alright, enough suspense. Did he do it?”

Rolling your eyes, you held up your hand, letting the porch light catch the ring.

And just like that, all hell broke loose.

Soda whooped so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard. Two-Bit nearly knocked Steve off the railing in his excitement. Steve let out a long, low whistle and nodded approvingly. Ponyboy, though less dramatic, cracked a rare grin.

Then, the chaos really began.

“I knew it,” Two-Bit declared, shaking his head. “Darry Curtis, officially a taken man. Say goodbye to your freedom, big guy.”

Darry, who had just stepped up behind you, sighed. “Two-Bit.”

“Hey, it’s true!” Two-Bit grinned. “Speakin’ of which, let’s get to the important stuff. I should be the Best Man.”

Darry blinked. “I—I haven’t even thought that far ahead—”

“Well, think now!” Two-Bit pointed at himself. “I got all the qualifications. I’m fun, I got style, and I’ll throw one hell of a speech at the wedding.”

Pony groaned. “God, please no.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t make it poetic and sappy,” Steve scoffed. “Guarantee Pony’s already writing some tragic love poem about the engagement.”

Pony huffed, crossing his arms. “I am not.”

Soda squinted at the notebook tucked under his arm. “Then what’s this, Mr. Shakespeare?”

Pony smacked him. “Shut up.”

Meanwhile, Steve turned back to Darry, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Alright, now that the proposal’s outta the way, let’s talk bachelor party—”

“No.”

Steve scoffed. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes, I do,” Darry said firmly.

Steve clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically. “Man, you are no fun.”

“You say that like it’s news.”

Amid all the teasing, the bickering, the relentless chaos, something settled deep in your chest. Warm and certain. The gang wasn’t the same as it had been before. Some wounds never fully healed. Some people never came back. But this family you had built. This love that surrounded you, it was still here. And Darry with his steady hands and steady heart was yours.

You leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you instinctively, and grinned. “You ready for this, Curtis?”

He looked down at you, eyes soft, and squeezed your hand. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I am.”

The chaos eventually settled, eventually. The gang, satisfied with their relentless teasing, finally backed off leaving you and Darry standing together on the porch as the laughter and bickering faded into the night. Soda was still grinning like an idiot, Two-Bit was loudly arguing with Steve over something completely irrelevant, and Pony had already wandered off probably to scribble something poetic about love under the stars.

But none of that mattered. Not really. Because Darry was looking at you. His hand was still wrapped around yours. His thumb tracing small circles along your skin, his grip warm, steady and sure. For a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, right now, he looked lighter.

You turned toward him, tilting your head. “So,” you murmured, voice softer now that the gang’s voices were fading. “You really nervous, or was that just a trick to make me feel special?”

Darry huffed a quiet laugh while shaking his head. “Nah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was nervous as hell.”

You grinned. “Didn’t seem like it.”

“Liar,” he said, and you laughed because, okay, maybe you had seen the way his hands had trembled just a little when he opened the ring box.

He exhaled, looking down at your joined hands, at the ring now sitting on your finger. His voice dropped lower, softer. “I meant every word, y’know.”

“I know,” you said, your chest aching in the best way.

He lifted his gaze. Those deep, stormy-blue eyes locking onto yours, something so full in them that it nearly stole your breath. “I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he had said it and it wouldn’t be the last. But something about this moment with the porch light casting a soft glow over him, the gang still bickering in the background like nothing had changed, the quiet between you two stretching warm and safe, made it feel like the most important time he had ever said it.

You smiled, stepping closer, resting your forehead against his. “I love you, too, Dar.”

His arm slid around your waist, pulling you in close, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. One that held every promise he had ever made to you without needing to say a single word. And as you stood there, wrapped up in each other, the laughter of your family echoing behind you, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.

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[only-lonely-star]

hi! Can you do a Curtis sister imagine (she's older than pony but younger than soda) and the boys are sooo protective over her and scare away any boys who look at her so they think she's never even kissed a guy. Then she's at home alone and thinks the boys won't be home for a while and is making out with a guy in her room when Darry bursts in with the boys and they all lose their minds

୨୧ Not What It Looks Like ୨୧

~ Curtis Brothers (Curtis Sibling Reader)~

Warnings - Kissing, mild shouting and cursing, mild violence

Summary - You thought you had hours…

Author’s Note - Hii! I won’t be as busy this week so I’ll be sure to finish more requests as the week progresses, so sorry for the wait! Thank you so so much for the request, this one was fun to write, enjoy! 😽🫶🏼

Word Count - 2.4k.

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(Quick A/N || I decided to name the boy’s character ‘Thomas’ just because I find it easier than saying ‘the boy’ a hundred times or something 😭)

The Curtis residence was always a busy place. Whether friends were over, or it was just another chaotic night - there was never a dull moment. Tonight, however, you were declared as '(Wo)Man of the House' by your oldest brother, Darrel. Ponyboy and Sodapop didn't seem to mind lending you the title for the night, you did most of the housekeeping and whatnot anyway.

Ponyboy could be found slicking his hair back, standing in front of the bathroom mirror attempting to look tuff - or so he thought. Sodapop was occupied with Darrel, the pair pacing around the house as they rallied themselves up for the night. They were all going on a ‘guys night out’…whatever that meant. You were standing around, waiting to wave them off for the night.

Ponyboy emerged from the bathroom, a look of excitement in his eye as he approached the others.

“You ready?” Darrel asked, giving him a firm pat on the back, smiling down to him. Ponyboy nodded and hooked his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, admiring Sodapop who stood beside him.

“Finally, took you ‘bout an hour to grease that hair up,” Sodapop chuckled, gently grazing his fingertips along the swoops of Ponyboy’s hair, combed back to utter perfection.

You let out a small sigh, a knowing grin creeping up on your face. You dismissed it as relief that your three rowdy brothers would give you some alone time. “So, are you guys…leaving…yet?”

Darrel raised an eyebrow, slowly stepping for the door as the other two followed. “Boy, someone sure is sick of us,” he snorted, the doorknob in the palm of his hand.

You sarcastically played along, shoving Sodapop and Ponyboy by the back of their shoulders with a scoff. “Sure am, get out.”

They exchanged small glances, Ponyboy holding up his hands in defense. “We’re goin’, we’re goin’…”

It didn’t take long for the two to file out, Darrel staying behind to have a word with you. He popped his hand on his hip, the other moving a stray strand of hair to rest behind your ear. His eyes met yours, a look of concern etched on his face. “Listen, you know I don’t like leaving you home alone,” he began, sensing your rebuttal a mile away.

“I’ll be fine, you ain’t gotta worry,” you assured him, your voice a rather gentle one. You knew that was the key to fooling him - it always was.

Darrel took your word for it, wrapping up his lecture before it even began. “No boys, no cookin’, no driving,” he spoke with finality, his index finger pointed to you as he reinforced the rules he set since the loss of your parents.

“I know!” you exclaimed, mildly frustrated with how protective he was acting. It would only be a few hours before he, Ponyboy, and Sodapop returned. It wasn’t like you were about to cause a disaster home alone - you’d done this countless times.

Darrel shook his head, wrapping an arm around the small of your back as yours wrapped around his chest. “Be back at eleven,” he murmured, pulling away and stepping outside the front door. You stepped outside as well, your feet kept on the steps as your brothers began to cruise on down the road. Waving them off with a smile, the boys reciprocated before disappearing into the horizon of the night sky.

You leaped for the side of the house, looking around frantically with a giggle of excitement. Your voice echoed, a mix of a whisper yet a beckon. “Thomas! Thomas, where are - …”

A hand grabbed your forearm, the boy hoisting himself up from within the small bushes along the side of your house. “I’m here.”

You leaped into his arms, picking away at small twigs and leaves that had fallen into his messy brown hair. Your legs wrapped around his waist the gentle feeling of your body against his, the boy’s hands holding you up from your hips. You chuckled, feeling the sweat practically dripping from his hair as you pecked his cheek. “How long have you been out here? I told you seven p.m!”

Thomas spun you around a few times before walking towards the front door that still stood wide open. “I left my place around six-forty, got here a minute ago,” he replied softly, carefully setting you down on the soft, beige sofa.

Your arms still yearned for him, even as he took a seat beside you, resting his arm over the top of the couch. He had only love in his eyes, admiring you from head to toe. “So, what’s the verdict?” he posed, grinning down at you, his free hand running through his hair.

“No boys,” you restated, remembering Darrel’s rules with a small sigh of annoyance. You’d gone this far anyway - so what did it matter? “But Darry said he’ll be back ‘round eleven with Soda and Ponyboy.”

Thomas’s grin only widened from there, settling himself into the couch further. “Oh so we got lots of time, hm?”

You tilted your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Somethin’ like that,”

This felt a little too risky, sneaking a boy around in the living room of all places. They wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, but it still felt strange. Standing from the sofa, you tugged on Thomas’s wrist. “Let’s go to my room, I don’t feel safe here,” you joked, a small shake of your head as you glanced to the unlocked door. Thomas was more than happy to oblige, following you to your very empty yet feminine bedroom.

“So this is the little hide-out, huh?” he spoke teasingly as he glanced around, taking in the sight of clothes everywhere and a small vanity pushed to the corner of the room, across from your bed. He shut the door behind him, hesitating on whether to lock it or not. You sat down on the edge of the pink, ruffled bedding, clutching a pillow into your arms tightly.

“I guess it is,” you smiled softly, his charming gaze reeling you right in to where he wanted you. He stood in front of you, his hand moving to cup your jaw. You didn’t mind the touch of course, you were addicted to any touch from him.

Thomas removed his hand before sitting on the bed beside you, reaching out for the pillow. You reluctantly let go of it, knowing Thomas was about to make a bold move of some sort. You two were alone and absolutely infatuated with each other. He set the pillow aside, pressing his hand to your waist as he leaned his head closer to yours. “You’re beautiful,” he grinned, closing the distance between the two of you as his lips met yours.

Your eyes darted shut, one hand holding you propped up, the other resting atop his shoulder. This was no short peck, this was a deep and almost passionate kiss. You obviously reciprocated, the situation of being home alone too good to go to waste. You doubled his passion and added force to your kisses. Thinking fast, Thomas began to lean back as his head rested against the mattress. His hand found your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Thomas could feel your grin against his lips, his other hand moving to keep your jaw in his palm, ensuring your kisses didn’t stop any time soon. You pulled away panting, your smile never once faltering. “I think we should stop, I hear a car…” you began to say, a car door shutting nearby. The sound was eerily close - but then again your brothers weren’t scheduled to be home for a few hours.

Thomas gave a firm head shake, pulling your jaw closer. “Nope, it hasn’t even been an hour,” he reminded you, locking his lips onto yours once more.

You weren’t about to turn him down, so you did as told and continued, your head moving up and down with slight movements. Thomas’s tongue slipped in between your lips, the sensation was both new and a bit alarming. A small groan left your now parted lips, running your hand through his hair.

The sound of shuffling feet outside your bedroom door should’ve been a dead giveaway to stop - but your mind was cloudy and only focused on Thomas. It was far too late to stop now, even as the doorknob turned and you were aware someone was home, you didn’t have the time to stop.

“I forgot to bring my w-…” Darrel began, the door opening in a swift movement as he stood in the doorway absolutely baffled. His knuckles were now white as he squeezed onto the brown leather wallet in the palm of his hand. His instincts led him to toss the wallet with all of the force he could muster, landing directly on the boy you were laid atop of.

You pulled away in an instant, a small trail of shared saliva being wiped away using the back of your hand as the soft groans came to an immediate halt.

Your other brothers, Ponyboy and Sodapop, stood behind Darrel with displeased looks. “Come on, it doesn’t take this long to -…” Sodapop was quickly hushed as he too caught sight of scene.

Darrel stomped forward, his hands shaking with anger as he shouted at Thomas - the boy unbeknownst to their early arrival. “Get the hell out, the fuck are you doing with my little sister-?!” he shouted, his fists unraveling themselves to tug at Thomas’s shirt, stretching it out as he yanked him closer for answers.

You had never heard Darrel shout like that ever. You sprinted off the bed and stood in the opposite corner of the room as you watched Thomas nearly get a beating for the kiss.

Sodapop caught you off guard, his hand firmly grasping your bicep as his eyes bore into yours. “Who’s this boy?” he asked, his tone filled with utter disappointment - but at least it wasn’t anger like Darrel’s.

“It’s not what it looks like - Thomas and I just…” you began sheepishly, your eyes unable to make eye contact with him out of guilt.

Your eyes flickered over to Darrel briefly, watching him holler like you’d never seen before. Thomas nodded his head along vigorously, his eyes wide with fear as he desperately tried to free himself from Darrel’s grasp. Ponyby’s annoyed voice snapped you out of it, your attention directed towards him. “That boy from school? Really?”

Sodapop spoke up again, shoving your shoulder slightly as his expression held a stern look. “It don’t matter where he’s from, you know you ain’t allowed to have boys over.”

You glanced between Sodapop and Darrel, watching as he had to drag Thomas out of your bedroom, the yelling not yet ending. You swallowed the guilt down and nervously chewed the inside of your cheek. “I’m sorry~” you began, your hands fidgeting as you thought about the hour long lecture you’d receive from Darrel.

Sodapop began mumbling words of annoyance under his breath at the newfound information you’d had some secret boyfriend going on. None of your brothers ever would have expected such a thing from you - hell, the last thing they would suspect from you was to be caught kissing some boy while they were gone. “Can’t trust her… we just can’t…” he mumbled to Ponyboy who looked equally as pissed.

Moments later, Darrel had his jaw still clenched with Thomas now long gone. He made his way to you with his fists balled up and resting by his sides. “You’ve got explaining to do,” he grumbled, his voice thick with anger. You’d betrayed his trust, Sodapop’s, and even Ponyboy’s.

Exhaling deeply, you took a step back, your hand trembling in fear. “I just thought -…” your voice was interrupted by Darrel’s.

“It would be fun to sneak a boy around? Behind our backs? Especially after I said no boys?” His arms crossed as his stern gaze seemed to deepen further.

You didn’t reply, you stood there matching his stance only yours was out of shame. You knew you were going against their set rules.

Darrel shook his head as he let out a sigh he’d been holding in for way too long. “We just wanna protect you, that’s all. That’s all I want,” he said in a somehow gentle tone, wrapping an arm around your back, the other gesturing for a group hug.

Sodapop and Ponyboy circled around you, hugging you tightly. It felt as if the mood had lightened a bit now that Thomas was gone and you were back in the protective arms of your brothers. Sodapop nuzzled his forehead against the top of your head, chuckling softly. “So you’ve had some boyfriend all along?”

Darrel stiffened but held back from lashing out yet again. Ponyboy grimaced and swatted your back with a teasing snort. “Him of all people too?”

You broke the hug off, having to pry off their arms as you finally cracked a sheepish smile. “Not anymore - I think Darry traumatized that poor guy,” you giggled, the guilt subsiding to a feeling of amusement. Sure it was a messy way to break the ice with your brothers - but it was bound to happen eventually.

Darrel gave your back a firm pat, Ponyboy and Sodapop stepping for the door to your bedroom, snickering and cracking jokes. “I forgot my wallet, I came back and thought I’d check on you,” he explained, picking up the wallet he used on Thomas.

You winced at the memory of it hitting him upside the head, the shock initially hitting you as you scrambled off of him. “I was wondering why you came so early…” you remarked playfully.

“I know why you were tryin’ to kick us out so bad now,” Darrel shot back, an equal amount of sarcasm laced in his voice. He shoved the leather wallet back into his pocket.

He stepped for the door to your bedroom once more, glancing back at you. “No boys. Ever.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, stepping closer to him to argue on the topic. Darrel was already down the hallway as you chased him down. “You said when i’m eighteen - …”

Darrel cracked open the front door with a head shake. “Eighteen, but I better not catch you and *Thomas* again,” he huffed, hopping down the stairs, his feet on the white cement, “or any boy for that matter.”

You sighed and waved him off for a second time, this time with the intention of following the rules. You vowed you’d never risk something like that again. “Eighteen!”

[twobitsblade]

Hi! Can you write a story about Dally teasing / messing with a shy female reader who is super jumpy and gets blushy easily? I can picture him jumping out at her to scare her or tease her with tickling knowing it makes her blush. Idk just some suggestions :) thanks!

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ every man gets his wish

[ author’s note: i hope this is what you wanted, anonymous!! i’m new to writing long-form stories, if you can’t tell. feel free to request more stuff, such as long stories, headcanons, blurbs, or anything you want, really, in my inbox. ]

dallas “dally” winston was many things: handsome, a gangster, somewhat of a jerk, but most importantly, he was yours. and today was just another small day that solidified that—your 1st-year anniversary! you and dallas’s relationship had been smooth overall, except for the occasional argument. you were walking to the local diner to meet him there, although you knew he’d probably take his sweet time because, according to him, “oh for god’s sake, woman, i’ve got stuff to do.”

you were on your way when all of a sudden, you heard a loud, ear-piercing shriek, causing you to jump backward and drop all your school materials onto the sopping wet concrete. when you turned to face the sound, you immediately tasted something sugary in your mouth. you turned to see a grinning dallas winston. you giggled as you ran toward him, beginning to playfully pound your fists against his chest.

“aw, dally, you scared me!” you said, your breathing still slightly uneven.

“i know, sugar. i saw that,” he grinned, wrapping his forearms around your neck and pulling you to his chest. it felt more like an affectionate chokehold rather than a hug, but what could you do? you weren’t taking it too seriously because, why should you? you knew that if any supplies were seriously damaged, he’d just steal more for you.

you both walked into the diner and sat down in a booth the color of cherries. soon, the waitress, an older woman in her mid-thirties, approached, and you began to order the usual: two vanilla milkshakes, two burgers, and one large fry, which dallas would scarf down and you’d peck at. as you were ordering, his hands suddenly reached your waist, causing you to let out a sharp sound that was a mix of a giggle and a yelp. everyone in the restaurant turned to look at you. amidst the embarrassment and your face turning a pale pink,

you felt dallas’s head rest on your shoulder, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your heart still going a mile a minute from the way people were staring at you a moment ago. finishing your order, you waited for the waitress to leave before resting your head on the table.

“oh, god, you’re something else, winston.”

[itonlyhastobetruetoday]

hey so i haven’t seen anybody mention the “dan berry on a magnet” moment from the recast and i think it needs to be talked about

[dallasgallant]

Brother porch talk fic 🗣️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64400065

Darry comes home late from work to find Pony waiting up for him. They talk in a way neither of them thought was possible with anyone but Soda. They consider what brother used to mean and how to be like that again.

At long last it’s finally done. Took me a real long time to get done, partly because Darry was entirely new for me to write. I was in his mind but not how he’d voice things, but I got it now.

Thank you to everyone who sat through my ramblings and many drafts of this 😭

Usual links aren’t working sorry it looks lame

[lizzy019]

𝐹𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈.

Paralyzed Johnny Cade x GN!Reader

cw -> aided masturbation, heavy mentions of guilt, depression mentions, BJ, immobility, mentions of erectile dysfunction, kinda angsty, tetraplegia, tender-hearted Johnny

Word count -> 3.9K

AAAHH this request was so juicy that it was all I could manage to write :33 Not my best work but eh, I tried.

Ever since that night, when the sirens were blazing and the lights were flashing, you weren’t the same.

Things became harder to do in your everyday life; you struggled with finding a reason to get up from your bed in the mornings, and you saw food as something to fill your empty time with, something to waste your time. You hadn’t showered in the past week, and your room gradually got dirtier as time went on. Johnny had only been in the hospital for a couple of days, but everything weighed on you heavily.

You felt at fault for everything.

Were you the reason Johnny felt the need to stay in the lot the night he and Pony ran off? Maybe if you had let him stay at your place and taken care of him like you were supposed to... maybe things would be different.

The bus ride to the hospital was unearthly silent, more than usual. It felt like a guillotine was over your head, threatening to cut your neck if you dared to take a breath. Why was everything so different now? It was only last week when you were smiling and laughing with the people you cared most about. What happened?

You let yourself shudder out of your daydream, and your fingers pulled the worn string to alert the bus driver that your stop was next. Secretly, you were thankful that there were one or two other people at the same stop; it made it seem less intimidating.

You headed for the hospital that was really only a short walk away, conveniently. The place seemed emptier than usual, a lot less lively and colourful than before. Maybe you were just tired? Yeah, you’d blame it on that.

Opening the doors and walking into the hospital was almost automatic; you knew exactly where to go and how long it would take you based on muscle memory. You’d been here more times than you could count this week. You had found the elevator deftly and pressed the button one too many times in hopes it’d show up faster.

Your plan had obviously failed.

But when the elevator doors finally opened, you found yourself inside and pressing the button for floor 3 and zipping up before exiting. You only remembered the floor because you knew it was the floor that had the ICU rooms, one of which Johnny was in. It stunk, really. Smelled like sickness, sterilization, and shit.

But you pushed onward, finding yourself in the room Johnny was in. Today he was seated up, a soft-looking blanket covered his burned torso, and a sleepy expression coated his lethargic face. You winced almost, and a surge of shame washed over you. You shouldn’t be here, not while he’s trying to heal. You wanted him to get better, even if it meant leaving him alone for a while.

Ah, but you were already at the hospital, so you might as well make the visit worth it. You stood close to him, close enough to hear the nearly inaudible sound of his breathing, and you smiled fondly down at him.

He looked peaceful sleeping.

Your hands, cold from outside, gently came to touch a clear part of his arm. Clearly, the chill of your skin was enough to have the tired boy’s eyes blink open. Those pretty, brown eyes of his stared up at you like you were a holy angel, and it had you grinning.

“Hi, Johnny... you doin’ okay?” You inquired hushedly, moving your hand to intertwine loosely with his. His fingers, warmer than yours, were almost motionless, but Johnny had the softest curled smile on his face as he looked up at you.

“...’m okay.” It was silent, a croaked answer that had your ears ringing. He sounded so tired, so pained.

Your lips quirked into a fond grin though, and your heart felt like it was being lifted from the depths of its gloomy puddles when you noticed his small but noticeable smile. God, he was so perfect.

“I’m glad. I miss you back at my place, ‘s not the same bein’ alone when I sleep.” It sounded cringeworthy but it was rather heartfelt and true.

You don’t remember the last time you’d gotten a good rest; as of lately, it was just half-assed naps and restless nights. Johnny wasn’t there to warm you, and you had to admit... you sort of missed getting kicked in the middle of the night.

Johnny’s heavy eyes fluttered open a little, just to look at you and refresh how you looked. You looked tired and dazed, but still as stunning as ever. Tousled hair, weary eyes, but you still had that smile that had him losing his mind. Innocent, amorous, and caring, all at once.

“...miss sleepin’ with you too.” His voice was a bit strained, but his words were so soft in their meaning that it counteracted.

Your free hand moved to gently card through his hair, a delicate gesture of how you felt without words.

I'm here, even though it hurts.

You had so much to say, so much to tell him, but the words didn’t come to you, and the nurses were shunning you out the second they deemed your stay “too long.” Rushed goodbyes were given, and the warmth of his hand was pulled away from yours.

How pitiful—you missed his warmth already, and you hadn’t even left the hospital.

The next few days were aimless. You cleaned your place, got out whenever you felt an ounce of motivation to do so, and yet you weren’t happy. Your days were long and boring, and it felt tedious to wake up every morning and act like you weren’t holding pounds worth of weight on your shoulders.

Regardless of it, you decided to go visit Johnny. You were sure it would do you some good to see the person you loved so much again, and with how long he was in the hospital, you surely thought he’d be in better health.

You stood from your bed, tired and obviously a little disregarding of your hygiene. You put on some clothing—nothing too fashionable or nice, but enough to keep your body covered and shielded from the cold of the air outside. Marching outside was gonna be hard, but you were determined.

By the time you’d set foot at the door of your house, the weight on your shoulders grew exponentially as your mind led to unsettling thoughts. What if you got to the hospital and Johnny was worse than before? Your mind was clinging to every little detail, every ounce of information that didn’t aid in the big picture of Johnny’s health.

You tied the laces of your shoes, although arduously, and opened the front door so you could head outside. Each movement you made felt oppressive and tiresome.

You closed the door behind you, and you were confused when you heard a weird metallic sound coming from a few steps away. You hurried to your parking spot and walked to the front gate surrounding your house, only to see Johnny in a wheelchair desperately trying to get the front lock of your gate open.

You didn’t exactly know how to feel, but one thing was for sure: you had to help him with the door. So you lightly jogged over, and your hands opened the lock of the gate before you swung it open to help him in. No words were spoken, and it felt better that way.

You grabbed the handles of his wheelchair so you could push him inside. Johnny had reached for the door handle for you, and it was a much faster move anyway. The handles of his wheelchair felt scratchy and rough; they dug your hands uncomfortably, but you’d tough it out for Johnny.

By the time you got him inside your home, you finally let everything sink in. Johnny was back, Johnny was safe and healthy despite being unable to walk. You sank to your knees in front of him, hands desperately holding his cold and frail fingers as your head rested against his knees. God, you were so happy he was back. So happy he was okay.

“I thought I’d lost you...” You whispered, hands squeezing his as your hot tears burned through the fabric of his denim pants. It felt like a massive weight had been taken off of your shoulders, and it brought you such relief.

Johnny didn’t quite know how to react to your show of emotional constipation. You seemed as if you were damn near dying, and the state of your home also proved that. He hadn’t meant for his injuries to cause you such pain, he felt as though he’d done something wrong.

Johnny just let you squeeze his hands, and his thumbs gently smoothed over your knuckles as he let you ease yourself. You hadn’t cried like this since who knows when, and it burned. The tears stung your cheeks, and your hands hurt from holding his so tight. But Johnny handled you well; he didn’t speak, he didn’t move, he just let you express whatever you were feeling because he knew.

Your head was finally starting to clear when you pulled yourself away from him. Surely this wasn’t a warm welcome, this was bombardment and an invasion of his comfort. Yet Johnny just smiled a bit at you and chuckled softly at your teary face. You looked cute, involuntarily.

“Missed me that much, sugar?” His words were taunting a reaction out of you, but all you could do was grin. What a cute idiot!

“Maybe just a bit.” You retorted, but stood up and leaned forward to secure him in a hug. Not a tight one, you were scared you’d hurt him, but tight enough to evoke what you were feeling. Joy and relief, and that alone made Johnny feel more cared for than ever.

His frail arms wrapped nicely around your back, and you shuddered when they did so. It had been weeks without him to reciprocate your hugs.

“Well... I sure as hell missed you.” He spoke softly, his face finding the crook where your neck met your shoulder, and found safety in it. His honest admission of how he felt made you want to kiss all over his face and squeeze him until his head popped off of his neck.

“I did too. Y’scared the shit outta me.” You muttered, and he laughed a bit. You were too good for him, too perfect, and he felt unworthy.

Your grasp on him grew looser, and you let him go before smiling. You decided it’d be best to push his wheelchair to your room; he was probably tired, and those damn hospital beds were either too soft or too hard, nothing in between. Johnny didn’t protest; he wasn’t really able to do much anyway. Being stuck in a wheelchair, there wasn’t much to do except comply.

Johnny knew just from how your house looked that your room would likely look the same or even worse. It stung knowing that his absence caused you such grief and such upsetting emotions, knowing it was his fault for making you feel like this had a frown settling on his once serene expression.

He didn’t mention anything about it.

You had parked his wheelchair beside the bed, and with gentle arms securing his, you worked together to get him onto the mattress. Messy, but Johnny could smell you on it, and he loved it. He wasn’t necessarily heavy considering how little he ate, so it was easy to pick him up and sit him down. He flashed a grin at you, a small one. You smiled back.

“I dunno how I’m gonna manage... doctors said I’m paralyzed or somethin’.” Johnny muttered, his voice laced with shame as he spoke so critical of himself. You shook your head and grinned, trying to be optimistic about the situation despite it not being so stellar.

“That’s okay. I’ll be here, won’t I? And Pony, his siblings, Two-Bit and Steve... even Dally. I think he’d help you the most, don’t you think?” You murmured fondly, hands fixing the fabric of his shirt before you rolled the wheelchair a few steps away.

Johnny knew you had a point. He had good people around him who were willing to help, and even if his home wasn’t exactly ideal, it comforted him knowing he could rely on his friends for help rather than his family solely.

Your gesture of fixing his shirt was appreciated, and he smiled at you as if you’d hung the stars for him. Goddamn, he was precious.

“You make a good point, I do got good people to help. You too.” Johnny spoke graciously as he let himself ease into his seat on the bed.

It felt weird for him. Not being able to move his limbs was a little scary. What if there was a Soc attack and he couldn’t fight or run like he usually did? What if he was bound to the feeling of such terrifying immobility for the rest of his days? It was scary, and the fact that this would be how he had to live terrified him even more than being immobile itself.

You were so kind, though. You tended to him instantly, and he could only assume that you were coming to visit him when you stepped out of your house and found him struggling. You were the epitome of perfect for him, and he loved you so much that he thought his heart would implode.

How could he show that to you?

“Did y’eat in the hospital? I know the food there is... a bit bland.” You chuckled, trying to make conversation as you cleaned your room a bit. You knew it was messy and unorganized, definitely not fit for a wheelchair user.

Johnny shrugged, but shuddered at the mention of hospital food. It was gross, bland, and he didn’t know why the vegetables were always coated with a weird layer of stickiness. They were canned veggies, but still. The mention of that godawful food made him nearly gag, but he relented.

“I always say I’d eat whatever was in fronta me... but damn, it was bad.” Johnny muttered, sighing. “But I’m back home, I don’t wanna talk about the hospital.”

You nodded in understanding. It made sense, the hospital could definitely be dreadful and eerie.

“Okay. Let’s talk about somethin’ else then.” You muttered, sitting down on the bed beside him. It was quite calming, just the two of you again, even if he was... different.

“Uh... I missed you. I had dreams about you, thought about you and the gang all the time.” Johnny started the new conversation, and you silently appreciated that. You didn’t really know where to start anyways.

“You did? I’m glad, I thought a lot about you too. Missed you a lot, I think you can tell though.” You chuckled, even though it wasn’t exactly humorous.

Johnny gave a stiff nod and limply grunted. It was hard, definitely so. He couldn’t move his arms, only his fingers. He felt pathetic for it, but at the same time, the reason why he was like this was what put him in a good light. It made him feel grateful that he was alive, despite being paralyzed.

“I realize how much I took my arms for granted. I can’t light a cig no more, can’t hug you no more; I’m useless now.” He whispered. The words had you looking at him with saddened eyes, and you instantly put an arm around his shoulders.

“That’s alright though. I ain’t gon’ leave you, no matter how much I gotta do to help you. I love you.” You smiled balletically.

Johnny smiled up at you, that familiar and shy grin floating onto his charming face. How was he supposed to respond to something so raw and sweet? The tiniest bit of warmth dusted his cheeks, and he found himself yearning for your hands on his skin.

“I love you too. A lot, actually.” His words spoke a lot more than just romance. That little glint in his eyes was so familiar, and you found yourself so drawn to it.

You knew he couldn’t move too much, and considering how he wasn’t even fully healed, you knew he’d prefer not to move. So you initiated it first, which wasn’t uncommon. Johnny typically shied out of these situations, often didn’t know how to progress in them if he was the one leading.

So you gently pressed your lips to his, softly letting them mould together like putty. It was innocent at first—just languid kisses and some touching from you. But damn, if it didn’t have Johnny in a whirlwind of feelings.

A part of him was angry; angry that he couldn’t move to touch you, angry that all he could do was kiss back, angry that he couldn’t do anything but let you lead. He wasn’t necessarily complaining... he never did, but knowing that he wasn’t able to make you feel good too had him dying inside.

Why were you still with him if he was useless?

Your hands pawed at the soft fabric of his shirt. They were obviously lended from one of the gang’s closets, but it made sense why. Johnny’s old denim clothing was burnt to a crisp. And yet, you found yourself wanting to touch every part of his body.

Your mouth strayed away from his, your breath hitting his face as he watched you break apart with lament. No, he wanted more! But then you dropped to your knees in front of him, and something spurred in his stomach. Sure, you’ve given him head before, but you looked as if you’d die if you didn’t have him right now.

That was... a hot thought.

“Johnny, baby, I need it. I’ll be gentle, I won’t do too much.” You muttered in haste, grasping firmly at the fabric of his pants as you awaited confirmation.

The fact that you even told Johnny such a thing made him loopy, but he nodded. He couldn’t resist you, even if he fucking tried his hardest.

With the confirmation given, you damn near pounced on him. Your hands flailed to undo the zipper of his jeans, the crotch portion poking up from what seemed to be a half-erection. Oh no, did the burn marks hit him there?

Your suspicions were unfortunately confirmed when you slid the fabric of his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. There it was, laying so solemnly as it twitched. It looked as though it wanted to stand upright, yet it couldn’t. Your eyes looked up to meet Johnny, and his gaze dropped in shame as you did so.

“...‘M sorry.” He muttered. He looked so guilty, and your heart hurt.

Instead of trying to speak, you pressed the sweetest kisses to the base of his cock. You focused your attention solely on trying to figure out what would work best in this situation. While you didn’t want to outwardly say it was okay—because it wasn't—you just focused on trying to make him feel good physically.

Your tongue lightly licked at his tip, watching the way he still managed to shudder despite his paralysis. It was cute, his reactions. Slowly, you sucked him into your mouth, taking it slow just in case he wasn’t ready for it and he wanted you to stop.

But he didn’t, so you took him until your lips met the fuzz at his base.

“Fuck, sugar! It’s... been a while since we’ve done this, hasn’t it?” Johnny fucking groaned as you slowly bobbed your head up and down. You giggled a little at his words, and the vibrations caused his cock to twitch in the stimulation.

Johnny knew he wouldn’t last. Even if Johnny was gone for a couple weeks, you two really hadn’t done anything dirty due to the lack of privacy and stigma around you. Being greasers was one thing, but being the “weak” greasers was another.

Regardless, you found yourself applying extra effort to make up for lost time. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him thoroughly, your hands held his lanky thighs as if they were precious, and you found yourself looking up at him with eyes of honest adoration.

Goddamn, he could’ve nutted at the simple sight.

And he was about to. Watching you after so long, drop to your knees and worship him, even in this new and weakened state, had his heart squeezing in his chest. Not only were you so fucking attractive, but you stayed. You stayed because you cared, and that was better than any amount of head he could get.

The heat in his lower belly was still something he could feel, thankfully. It burned; it made him writhe, and he cursed under his breath because he couldn’t. But damn, watching you double your efforts for him, feeling your sheer desperation for seeing his pleasure, was what really started to make him teeter off the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck! Wait, let up! Let up!” Johnny choked out. He was so close.

But you didn’t. You kept going, albeit a little slower in case of overstimulation, but your head kept its steady rhythm. And soon, Johnny let out a cracked moan before warmth filled your mouth. A strong jet, and then small little pulses before he stopped.

You swallowed wholeheartedly, pulling away and wiping your mouth before grinning. Johnny looked blissed out, and it made you giddy.

“I hope that, uh... helps you understand how much I missed you.” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck as you stood to clean up.

Johnny was looking at you with heart eyes, smiling stupidly at you. Watching you move as you tidied up a little was hypnotizing; your body flowed with such grace that he was sure you were an angel sent from above. Your hands moved to fully take off his jeans, leaving his boxers on.

“It did.” He murmured simply.

You grinned warmly at those words, gently aiding him in lying down on your mattress. Gently, you stuffed a couple pillows under his limbs so none of his back muscles locked up before you chose to change into pyjamas. A soft shirt and some shorts were replacing your day clothing, and soon you were shifting into bed beside Johnny.

The blanket suddenly didn’t feel weighted anymore; it didn’t pin you into the fabric of the bed like it did when Johnny was gone. This was nice, and you hoped Johnny thought it was too. Your hand gently found purchase on Johnny’s stomach, and you gingerly rubbed circles over it.

“I got you, okay? Just start yelling at me if you need my help in the night, I promise I’ll help.” You mumbled, already falling asleep.

Johnny watched you with eyes of loving mirth, and he gave a hum of acknowledgement to your words. Yeah, he could do that. But for now, he just watched adoringly as you fell asleep. It looked like you needed the rest.

And once you were fast asleep, snoring lightly beside him, Johnny found his eyes fluttering shut as well. Even if he was paralyzed, even if things would be different now, he was comforted by the knowledge that he’d still have you by his side.

That was all he needed, really.

[18caramel]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫! (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐡𝐜𝐬! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - ao3

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

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

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

he immediately rushes into his room to see what was happening

he sees you standing on top of the bed, terrified

he doesn't understand at first and jokes about it

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

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

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

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

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

Soda rolls his eyes but goes

when he comes back you pull him into a tight hug

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

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

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

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

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

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

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

both of you fell on the floor laughing about it

but now you have to wash it again

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

you scream again but can't get up

Darry can't stop laughing at you

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

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

you apologize for falling down and wrecking the clothes

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

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

you were driving with him, headed home

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

Steve is very pissed at you for making his heart stop

you understand in a way because you were on the road

but he gets it too, he knows you hate them

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

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

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

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

he tells you that it's okay

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

you thank him for being there for you

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

Steve turns on the radio and you dance together

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

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he kind of wants to make out

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

as he tries to catch it you are even more terrified

Dallas is mocking you when he catches it with a cup

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

you get mad at him and go to bed

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

he rolls his eyes when he sees you giggling

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

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

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

you saw it crawling near his books

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

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

he wants to laugh it off but can't

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

Pony could never kill a spider

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

you give him a peck on his cheek making him blush

he gets sooooo shy but also proud of himself

you go and lie down together on the bed

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

he is acting all heroic and you secretly love it

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

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

Johnny hates spiders

but he loves you more (duh)

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

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

Johnny is there to comfort you during the night

he tells you that it probably went away

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

you scream again and run back to your room

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

but you tell him that you want it to live

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

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

you both decide to do it together

he grabs a piece of paper and you bring a cup

in the end you succeed and let the spider go outside

you are very proud of yourselves for doing something so brave

Johnny is so grateful to have you as a partner

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭

he actually loves spiders and insects and you know it

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

he was eating cake

he didn't care at first but then was intrigued

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

you roll your eyes and he laughs

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

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

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

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

you're so disgusted that you leave the room

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

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

you playfully slap him saying it will never happen

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

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

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

[pintrestgrl]

summertime kissin’

the fair smells like fried dough and kettle corn. lights blink and spin everywhere, throwing streaks of color across johnny’s face as you walk beside him, too close to be just friends but not quite touching yet.

he keeps glancing over at you when he thinks you’re not looking— eyes flicking down to the hem of your skirt, then up to your face, like he’s afraid to get caught. his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to hold your hand but doesn’t know how to ask.

“you ever been to one of these before?” you ask, bumping his arm gently. “once,” he says, smiling soft. “when i was real little. but it wasn’t like this. not with, uh…” he trails off, cheeks going red as he looks away. you smile down at your shoes, heart skipping. “me?”

“yeah,” he mumbles, barely audible. you stop at a booth selling cotton candy and he insists on paying. dally had been helping him prepare for this date all week. gave him a nice new haircut, lended him some nice lookin’ clothes, and even gave him a $20 to spend on you. dal said ‘he needed to make the right impression on a girl like you.’

you tear off a piece of pink fluff and offer it to him. he eats it from your fingers and his eyes go a little wide, like he wasn’t expecting the sweetness. or maybe it was just the closeness. “good?” you ask. he nods, lips sticky. “real good.”

you walk past the game booths, where people are throwing rings and shooting darts and missing miserably. one has a wall of tiny stuffed animals hanging from clothespins and johnny stops, stares for a second, then swallows. “wait here,” he says, suddenly brave.

he hands the guy a couple of coins and picks up a baseball. he takes a step back, squints, then throws—and misses. second try, a miss. but he’s determined now. jaw set, eyes sharp, just for you. third throw hits dead-on. you clap your hands, grinning wide as the guy grunts and hands johnny a tiny pink bear.

“for you,” he says shyly, holding it out without meeting your eyes. “johnny,” you whisper, touched. “he’s perfect.” he shrugs, looking down, but he’s smiling, proud. “figured you should have something to remember tonight.” your heart’s practically beating out of your chest.

he’s so soft, so sweet, and you don’t know what to do with the way he’s looking at you now— like he’s trying to memorize your face. “thank you,” you say, hugging the bear to your chest. he finally takes your hand. just slips his fingers between yours, gentle and nervous, like he’s asking a question.

you squeeze back, answering it. when you get in line for the ferris wheel, he fidgets the whole time— messing with the hem of his jacket, glancing at you like he’s working up the courage to say something.

when your turn comes, you climb into the cart together, shoulders brushing as the seat rocks slightly. the ride lifts you up slow, the fair shrinking beneath you. lights blur. music fades. up here, it’s just you and him.

you look over, and he’s already looking at you. “you’re really pretty,” he blurts, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. then instantly panics. “i mean— sorry, i didn’t mean to make it weird, i just—” you don’t answer.

you just lean in, hands still wrapped around the stuffed bear, and kiss him. it’s soft. shy. a little unsure, like neither of you know what you’re doing— but his lips are warm and sweet, and he melts into it like he’s been dreaming about this. like it’s something he never thought he’d get to have.

you pull back slowly, heart racing. “not weird,” you whisper. “not at all.” he stares at you for a second, lips parted, cheeks flushed. then he lets out the quietest little laugh— barely more than a breath— and ducks his head, pupils blown with nothing short of love.

you sit in silence for a moment, faces warm, hands still linked. the tiny bear rests between you like proof this night really happened. when the cart reaches the very top, it pauses, swaying slightly in the breeze. “kind of scary,” you say quietly.

“i got you,” he whispers back, squeezing your hand. you lean your head on his shoulder and he stills completely—like he’s afraid to move, like he wants to stay in this moment forever.

and for a second, it feels like you do too.

a/n : omg this is so gut wrenchingly cute

tags : @cadescig @cades-outsider @enchantedstarfish @heavenlyangelbaby @cameronsbabydoll @johnnycadesthoughts @johnnycadesslut @1tsjustj @let-down-and-hanging-ar0und @harajukub4rb1e @browneyebby @avroravia please let me know if u want to b added to the outsiders taglist !!

[anifever]

Cherry Valance Dating HC’s ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Sherri “Cherry” Valance x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : Lil’ blurbs/hc’s about dating the prettiest girl in Tulsa

A/N : 1. This has been in the drafts for months 2. This is probably OOC but I love her. I don’t think this is a tw but the relationship is hidden due to homophobia blah blah

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🍒 ˚₊‧⁺˖

୨ Constantly going shopping together

୨ Would be EXTREMELY nervous meeting your family even if she’s just introducing herself as a ‘close friend’

୨ Does not hesitate to tell ppl off if they’re picking on you

୨ Buying and wearing matching jewelry

୨ Trying to hold back laughs when guys hit on either of you in front of each other

୨ Countless subtle looks

୨ You probably have a secret code to say “I love you,” a hand motion or phrase

୨ I feel like she’d love doing/playing with your hair, vice versa

୨ Like she’d always be trying to do the same curls and style she does on herself if you have the same hair texture

୨ Going along with what I said about matching jewelry, also matching outfits; color coordinated or something

୨ Wearing a light pink pink cardigan with a pale yellow skirt then her doing the opposite omg I’m gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

୨ Surprisingly getting into really weird conversation topics

୨ On the phone until 3 in the morning talking about “what would you do if you woke up in the middle of a corn field”

୨ Giggling and kicking your feet while watching her handle/take care of kids

୨ Baby fever goes through the roof

୨ A bunch of movie dates which probably include some Dallas jumpscares

୨ You always watch her at cheer practice, but if you’re also a cheerleader, even better

୨ Related- you fawn over her in the uniform.

୨ Also somewhat related, before you started dating she definitely had a ‘but I’m a cheerleader!’ moment

୨ You guys probably win the “best best friends category” in the yearbook… yeah…

୨ Yes, she can stand up for herself, but she’s also a sweetheart and pretty sensitive

୨ Compliment her 💔 please 💔

୨ She’d get so red and start smiling like crazy

୨ She’s always randomly buying you stuff; earrings, hair clips, vinyls, underwear sets, etc get plopped into your lap out of nowhere

୨ Overall, she’s SO caring and I can’t stress this enough

୨ She just is in general but it’d be so intensified with you

[claritys-silly-things]

I forgot I ever wrote this so imma give it to you now outsiders tumblr. It’s unfinished and also I haven’t read through it so whatever typos are there are just there ig

Ponyboy stumbled through the front door of his house and collapsed on the couch. Today had been busy.

It was the end of his freshman year, so there were lots of tests, and he had a track meet right after. Not to mention he had stayed up studying and barely ate anything because his anxiety over testing was too much for him to keep anything down.

Needless to say, Pony was exhausted. But he wasn’t able to rest just yet.

“Ponyboy, is that you?” he heard Darry call from the kitchen.

Pony groaned and stood up. “Yeah. Coming.”

He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. “Whatcha need?”

Darry looked up from the vegetables he was cutting. “Some help with dinner would be nice.”

Pony looked at the ingredients Darry was using and came to a conclusion the older boy was making soup. He checked the potatoes in the pot and decided they were cooked enough and drained them.

They finished the dinner, mashing all the veggies and mixing them with milk and seasoning. Darry cut a few slices of bread and started to portion the soup into bowls. Ponyboy went to set the table.

As he was readjusting the napkins for the fifth time, Pony heard the front door open and shut. He watched as Johnny walked inside and peeked around the corner to see if anyone was in there. Then he saw Ponyboy and walked over.

“Hey Pone,” he said. He sounded about as tired as Pony did.

“Hiya, Johnnycakes,” Ponyboy said, trying to wake himself up a bit now that Johnny was here. “You hungry?”

Johnny paused for a minute before nodding. Pony gestured to a chair and went to fetch more stuff to set his spot at the table.

As he walked into the kitchen, Pony said, “Johnny’s here,” in Darry’s general direction before grabbing more silverware and walking back out to the dining room.

“So,” Pony started as he placed down the spoon and fork he had grabbed on the table, “What brings you over this time?”

Johnny looked up at Ponyboy. “Same shit as always, man…”

Pony sighed sadly and walked behind Johnny. He grabbed his shoulders from behind.

“It’s okay Johnnycakes. One day you’ll leave those wretched people and we can go live out in the country or something.”

Pony leaned forward and turned his head to look at Johnny. “Won’t we?”

Johnny chuckled. Pony always got more cheery and loose when he was tired. He placed his hand over one of Pony’s.

“We will.”

Pony smiled and stood up straight again, shaking Johnny’s shoulders as he spoke.

“Yesss, it’ll be so fun. The scenery will be so nice, and we could put flowers on the windowsill—“

“And you could read us stories, and outside we could have a garden! We just wouldn’t work too hard!”

Pony laughed as Johnny joined in his fantasizing. He leaned forward and hugged Johnny’s shoulders from behind, sighing.

“It’s real nice talking to you, Johnny…”

Pony was so relaxed he could fall asleep standing up at that point. And he just might’ve if Sodapop hadn’t walked in.

“What, uh- Whatcha doin’ there, Pone?” Soda said, voice faltering. He was trying not to laugh.

Pony shot up so fast he almost fell over.

“Whaddya mean?” He shook his head and sat down in the chair next to Johnny.

“Y’know what? Never mind,” Sodapop said, taking the seat across from Pony. “So. What’s for dinner.”

“We made cream of potato soup and there’s some bread to eat with it,” Pony said, telling both Soda and Johny because he realized he never told Johnny what they were gonna eat.

“Oh, hell yes.”

Pony snorted at Soda’s response before turning back to Johnny.

“You staying the night, Johnny?”

Johnny thought for a moment. It was nice enough weather that he could stay in the lot, but honestly, he didn’t want to.

“Yeah, I’ll stay tonight. I can sleep on the couch,” he decided.

“Naw, I’ll just sleep in the spare room or somewhere else,” Soda replied.

Pony raised an eyebrow at how quickly Soda decided.

“So quick to get away from me, huh brother?” Ponyboy bantered.

“And what if I am,” Soda said back jokingly. They met each other’s eyes with mischievous grins for a second before Soda broke eye contact and shrugged.

“But actually, I don’t want Johnny sleeping on the couch, cause he’s obviously tired,” Soda gestured towards Johnny’s disheveled look, “And I know he’s more comfy sleeping around you.”

Ponyboy reddened slightly at that. “O-okay.”

Thankfully, Darry started bringing out servings to everyone and they dug in. Well, Pony prayed first, a habit he’d gotten from his parents, and then he ate. After basically not eating all day, the soup tasted like the most delectable thing ever.

Darry sat down at the head of the table and ate a few spoonfuls of soup before asking, “So how was everyone’s day?”

Soda was the first one to speak up. “It was good. Some girls came into the DX today. There was this one girl named Sandy, she seemed really nice.”

Pony looked over to see Soda a little dreamy-eyed and sighing. He scoffed.

“What? Can’t a guy have a little crush on a chick every now and then?”

Pony snickered and rolled his eyes. Darry was stifling a laugh as well.

“What about you Ponyboy? How was your day?” Darry cut in before they went on any longer and it turned into a back and forth.

“Eh, it was fine. Tiring as hell, but there wasn’t really anything too special about the day I guess,” Pony answered between bites of food.

Darry hummed in acknowledgment. There was a silence while everyone ate a few bites of food. Finally, after a minute or two of quiet, Darry asked Johnny, “What about you, Johnny? Anything noteworthy happen today?”

Johnny looked up from his bowl, spoon halfway to his mouth. He put it down and thought for a minute.

“Um…I basically did the same things as Ponyboy. Lots of tests and stuff. I’m sure they were different because uh…we’re in different grades. I don’t think I did too well. I just hope I don’t get held back…”

Johnny paused for a moment and everyone waited.

“I- uh… Got kicked out of the house again. Same ol’ same ol’ I guess.”

Everyone looked at Johnny with empathy and a bit of pity. Johnny didn’t like being pitied, but it happened anyways.

Darry spoke first. “One of these days we’ll get you out of those monsters’ care and you can come stay here or wherever else and never have to deal with them again.”

Johnny nodded. He heard a similar sentiment pretty much daily from different members of the gang and just accepted it every time. He knew them meant it, and it felt nice to know someone cared.

Suddenly he felt Pony squeeze his hand from under the table.

“Don’t forget you can still stay here now. You don’t gotta be scared that you can’t,” Ponyboy said, looking at Johnny.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Johnny said with a small smile.

Eventually, everyone has finished their dinner and started to clean up. Once the table was cleared and he dishes were washed, everyone started to get ready for bed.

Ponyboy lent Johnny some pajamas and they sat together on Pony and Soda’s bed. Darry came in to say goodnight to the two.

“Don’t stay up too late, boys.”

“You really don’t gotta worry, Dar,” Pony laughed, already getting under the covers. “I am spent.”

Darry chuckled and turned the light off. “Goodnight, Pony. Goodnight, Johnny.”

“Goodanight, Darry,” they both said before Darry shut the door.

Within a few minutes, Pony was already asleep. He could be the heaviest sleeper in the world. He’s out in seconds and will stay out until the person he’s sleeping with leaves.

Johnny was the complete opposite, a result of the household he grew up in. The slightest noise would wake Johnny up, and it was hard for him to get to sleep in the first place. And he seemed to be having that problem right now.

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A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.3k +

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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