#The outsiders fanfic

[crow2222]

one pid-bit hc is all it takes for me to write something new

[very-tired-rat]

oh PLEEEAAAASSSEEEE someone I think I need a fic

freshman darry at his first party be like (paul came and gathered him soon after and took him outside to cool off)

[quizzicalwriter]

dally winston x virgin!reader who asks her boyfriend dally to be her first time

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Kissing, touching, fingering. Inexperienced and slightly innocent reader. Loss of virginity.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.8k (I got carried away.)

You’d always been Dallas’s favorite preoccupation, distracting him from everything else in life. The sweet thing he carted around whenever he hung around with the boys or found himself in the drunken den that was Buck’s on a Saturday night. You’d be there, propped on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Not that you didn’t have anything to say besides sitting there, hell, the guys loved you. You could hold your own when it came to their wit and it made you a worthy companion for Dallas in their eyes, not to mention your inexplicable ability to put up with his shit when nobody else had before - or seemingly nobody else had been given the chance.

Normally Dallas would’ve gone for girls at the drive-in, greaser girls, or any woman he could get his hands on or who could handle his banter for longer than a minute without giving him the back of their hand. You weren’t one of them, and frankly, that terrified Dallas. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, push you away in hopes that he’d save himself the pain of heartbreak later on he’d convinced himself he’d suffer. But he always stopped himself whenever you found yourself in his arms, gazing up at him with your doe-like eyes.

It was a difficult thing, Dallas being intimate. He was born and raised in a constant battle for survival, not showing love or producing it, but you made it easy. The longer you two had been together the longer he found himself wanting to keep you close, protect you from dangers he seemed to see everywhere. The worries you once had about him leaving eventually faded, the look in his eyes as he gazed at you whenever you laid in his arms far outweighed any ill thoughts you’d suffered with.

The only way you could describe it was ardent, laced with a deep desire that you’d never seen before in his brown eyes. A deep desire that would show itself in the bounds of the night after the two of you had disappeared together, culminating in you on his lap in his bed, hips rocking together as he kissed along your throat and down onto your chest. Or with your legs wrapped loosely around his hips, him grinding into you, you whispering sweet moans into his mouth spurring him on to do more, touch you more, please you more.

Dallas never pushed, he was always understanding whenever you pulled away. Of course, he’d have to adjust himself in his jeans, but he’d quickly pull you to his chest and press delicate kisses along your face, murmuring how much you mean to him, something he didn’t dare do in front of others. That side of Dallas was for you, nobody else, so you treasured it whenever he showed it.

On one particular Saturday night in the midst of autumn, you found yourself propped up against Dallas’s side on one of the couches in Buck’s bar, legs bent up at your chest as you fiddled with frayed denim at the end of your pant leg. Dallas was in a debate with a random man, someone he seemed to know well enough to bullshit with, talking about how the two had snagged something good off a rich man’s car not too long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the incessant country music Buck played when it rounded two in the morning you’d likely have fallen asleep against Dallas, but the occasional jump of a new song kept you jerking awake, a tired pout situating itself on your features as you rested your cheek against Dallas’s shoulder.

“Looks like your miss is real tired.” The man stated, taking a long puff from his cigar before gesturing toward you with the end of it, a snicker following his words as he propped himself up against the end of his pool cue. Dallas quirked a brow, looking down at you where you were tucked into his side with a hidden smile.

“Guess she is.” He murmured, not saying anything more beyond that before moving to prop himself up straighter, hand smoothing down your back as he looked down at you. “Tired?”

You weren’t tired, tired. More so bored, the constant scent of smoke and alcohol wasn’t helping the boredom or the budding headache in the back of your skull. But knowing if you said anything other than ‘yes’ at that moment would result in another hour downstairs, you nodded, feigning a yawn as you let your eyes flutter deceptively.

Dallas caught on, but he didn’t say anything. Instead choosing to click his tongue against his teeth as he played along, shrugging as he moved to stand. “I’ll see you later, man.” He stated, causing the older man to shrug himself before dispersing off into the crowd. Dallas turned to you, helping you to your feet before leading you up the stairs.

“Lyin’ is a sin, y’know that right?” He chuckled out, quiet enough for only you to hear as he nudged open his bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, causing you to laugh yourself and avert your gaze from his as you moved into the familiar room.

“Didn’t lie.” You mumbled out, another pout crossing your lips as you kicked off your shoes, making your way to his bed. “Real tired, Dally.”

“Sure, doll.” He snickered from the corner of the room as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, the familiar metallic clang of his belt hitting the wooden floor echoing throughout the room soon after.

He moved beside you then, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your back flush with his chest. The sound of country music and clattering pool balls still echoed from downstairs, but the only thing you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of Dallas’s knee between your legs.

It was an innocent move, both of you slept with your legs intertwined, it felt comfortable given how small his bed was. As he shifted to get more comfortable his knee pressed harder against your clothed cunt, causing your cheeks to flush red as you choked back a whine. Dallas stiffened, breath catching in his throat as he took a moment to gauge your reaction before moving his knee again.

“Dal-“ You whined, hand moving down in between your legs as you buried your face into the pillow you two shared, his scent lingering heavily on the fabric doing nothing to quell the growing ache between your legs.

“What, doll? Feel good?” He whispered, words ghosting across the nape of your neck, causing your back to arch involuntarily as you slowly nodded. His hand smoothed down your front, bumping over the fabric of your shirt and jeans as he slowly moved to cup your sex, ever so gently applying pressure as he rocked himself against you.

You felt yourself soaking your underwear with arousal the longer he rutted against you, his fingers pressing against your cunt through your jeans as he did. A familiar sensation bloomed in your lower stomach, one that left you clenching your thighs around his palm as you tried to quell the growing ache.

“Gotta tell me what you want.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, trailing a litany of open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of your throat, pressure from his fingers increasing against your cunt. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Dallas, just fuck me.” You whined, embarrassment over the prospect of voicing your needs soon being overweighed by the sheer need you felt for him, your hand moved to grasp at his forearm as you begged. “Please, Dal.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he moved to sit up on his knees, pressing another kiss to your jaw before pulling his shirt up and over his head. You laid there, lips parted as you watched him undress, feeling your blush spread from your cheeks to the top of your chest. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him - so you did. You moved to sit up, folding your legs underneath yourself as you moved to press a kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his jaw, only pulling away when you felt that familiar pull to touch him elsewhere.

You’d seen him without a shirt, but you’d never truly been able to admire him until now. Your hands wavered over his body, fingertips dipping in between the rivets of his toned skin, along healed scars, a faint bruise that still lingered under the left side of his ribcage. Above it all you found yourself fascinated with the way his chest rose with each breath and the small freckles that lined his skin. They reminded you of the ones he’d gotten from his time in the sun that plastered themselves against his cheekbones and upper shoulders.

Dallas let you look, eyes fluttering whenever your hands would drift farther south than before. You could hear him taking in shuddering breaths, chest catching every few minutes as though he were teetering on the edge of self-control. He raised his hands then, looking to you for approval before he lifted your shirt up and over your head, bundling the soft fabric in his hands before letting it fall to the floor.

You reached your hands behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders until your bra collapsed into your lap, exposing your breasts to him. Dallas had seen women before, he’d seen plenty, but none of them had ever had the effect you currently had on him. He felt his throat dry, brown eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes before he moved to gently lay you back against his bed, situating himself over top of you.

“You want this?” His words were hushed as his hand drifted down over your bare stomach, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he kept his gaze locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When you responded with a nod and a quiet, “I want this.” He smiled, a soft laugh leaving him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You’d envisioned losing your virginity hundreds of times, a perfect encapsulation of what sex had to be painted in your mind, vivid and blaring. But this was so different, the way Dallas was so gentle, not afraid to laugh if something awkward happened, both of you sharing the pure moment of intimacy with smiles on your face. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for it and that somehow made it all so much better.

As he slid your jeans off your legs he smiled up at you, a soft look on his face as he tossed the denim to the floor, moving back up to place another languid kiss to your lips. His hand moved between your thighs, fingers splaying against your cunt through your underwear, a groan passing his lips when he felt just how wet you’d become.

“Dallas, please-“ You begged, thighs trembling as he continued to tease you through your underwear. He relented, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before moving to sit back up, slowly sliding your underwear down and off your body before discarding them to the floor as well.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes wandering over your form laid in front of him, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took it all in. “So fuckin’ beautiful, doll.”

You watched with bated breath as he slipped his jeans off, kicking his boxers off along with them. His length was bigger than you’d anticipated, only having felt the shape of it when you’d ground down against him during your frequent make-out sessions. As if sensing your apprehension he moved back over you, hand moving to cup your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It won’t hurt, alright? We’ll take it slow, real slow.” He whispered, voice soothing as he helped you to wrap your legs around his hips, your heels subtly digging into the flesh of his lower back. He smiled down at you, eyes voicing a silent question if you were alright to which you quickly nodded back, a smile upon your face as well.

He braced himself on his arm, face close to yours as he slid a hand down between you, helping to guide himself inside before sliding his fingers up to slowly circle your clit. A moan left you at the feeling, leaving you clenching around his tip, the feeling causing him to bite back a grunt as he slowly began pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, brows screwing together as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of your welcoming cunt, pausing in his movements to give you a chance to grow used to the feeling. “Doin’ so good, baby, so good.”

You’d heard horror stories from your friends, tales of how their first time had been painful and rushed, but this felt the complete opposite. While it took you a moment to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you, it was an incredibly welcome feeling. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, his fingers circling your clit only adding to the feeling building in your stomach.

“Dal- Dal, move.” You whispered out, voice hoarse as you grasped at his shoulders, desperate for him to move. He snickered at your pleading tone, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking you as he whispered words of praise into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your damp skin whenever he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

You could hear your wetness coating his cock with each thrust of his hips, his fingers slick against your clit. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken-off moans, and whispered words. Your thighs tightened against him as he adjusted himself, lifting himself a bit, unknowingly brushing against a spot within you that you’d never known existed - one that pulled a drawn-out moan from your chest.

“Yeah?” He asked through a smirk, hand moving down to cup your hip as he pushed back into you, hitting that very same spot. You could hardly think, let alone breathe as he fucked himself into you, fingers working at your clit as he angled himself to hit that spot over, and over. “Taking me so good, doll.” He grunted out, grip tightening on your hip as he picked up his pace.

Your hand shot down to his wrist as he continued toying with your clit, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm building to its peak in your lower stomach, the feeling causing you to rock your hips in tandem with his thrusts. The look on your face was enough to make him groan, his hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he tilted your face to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, baby.” He murmured, voice soft yet authoritative as he slammed into you. As soon as you opened your eyes he moved his hand, pressing it against your lower stomach as he continued fucking himself into you. It felt as though he were pushing you down onto him, that spot that nearly blinded you with pleasure constantly being rutted against by his cock.

All you could muster was a weak, “F-fuck,” as you came undone, back arching off the bed as you whined out his name. He didn’t stop, stifling a groan at the way you writhed beneath him as he felt his orgasm building. Once you started swatting at his fingers that still circled your clit he moved his hand, choosing to grab the other side of your hip, effectively propping you up against him as he fucked you.

The pace was near brutal, moans forced from your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn’t focus, still reeling from your last orgasm as he continued fucking you into oversensitivity-fueled bliss. You could feel his thumbs pressing into your hipbones, short curses slipping past his lips.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He grunted, pulling out of you a second later, spilling his cum across your lower stomach. His chest heaved, cheeks flushed red as he pumped himself through his orgasm. You could only watch in a haze of your own, still catching your breath as he looked up at you, that familiar crooked smile taking over his features as he moved on top of you once more.

“Did so good, doll. Real good.” He murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your skin between each sentence. “You feel alright? Need me to get you something?” He asked after a moment, a hint of concern evident in his tone that made you smile as you shook your head.

“It felt perfect, Dal. I’m alright.” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, leaning up after to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Perfect.”

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far, or even if you just skimmed it over - either way I appreciate the interactions! As always you can find my work over on my ao3 under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you anon for the request! (Sorry for the late posting, or early? Wherever you are? I finished editing it and didn’t want to queue it, so here is your daily scheduled reading material.)

[aforeffective]

thinking about the curtis’ unlocked door policy. everyone on the west side knows that if they have an issue, part of the curtis gang or not, they can have shelter at the curtis house.

thinking about darry mentioning it offhandedly with his football buddies. something along the lines of “oh yeah, one time we woke up and *insert outlandish person* was just sleeping on our floor”. the socs never thought anything of it, besides that it was a bit odd. they couldn’t imagine having to rely on a stranger for support. whenever they have to escape their own houses for whatever reason, they just go to their own friends.

maybe paul had used this policy once or twice, after getting into arguments with his parents. but paul had come to hang out at the house before so it wasn’t totally weird to see him in the living room, just sitting on the couch when they woke up. but he was the only one from the west side of town that would ever dare to use it.

but then i’m thinking about post canon events and one of the soc boys (i’m imagining brill but i think it’s more likely for it to be chet) is just not handling things well. they get out and get super drunk, maybe into a bar fight. they can’t go home because they’re drunk and bloody and spiraling. maybe depending on which one it is, their parents would hit them if they knew they were drunk. or maybe their parents aren’t so bad but they just can’t risk disappointing them. so they’re just outside, wandering around tulsa and they find themselves on the east side and see the lot where bob died. and it doesn’t help their spiraling so they keep walking and eventually they see the curtis house and they remember how darry and paul used to reference the unlocked door. they figure going to the greasers is probably safer than going home, and if the greasers did do anything, it wouldn’t be anything they deserve. so they’re let themselves into the house, only to find darry sitting on the recliner. he was asleep but the sound of the door had woken him up. “keith? that you?” when they finally round the corner and darry sees him, darry doesn’t know how to feel. “i just need a place to sleep tonight. i can’t go home. i remember you used to talk about keeping the door unlocked.” when darry doesn’t immediately answer, he turns around to leave. “sorry, this is stupid. i shouldn’t have come here. i’ll go.” darry stops him from leaving. “you can spend the night. just don’t be shocked in the morning if one of the guys starts threatening you when they find you on the couch in the morning.”

(the next morning, whichever soc boy it was definitely woke up to two bit poking him in face and darry being like ‘keith, i already told you that i gave him permission to stay here. lay off of him’)

[ash5monster01]

i saw that your requests were open and i ran to your inbox

could you do ponyboy (the outsiders) x childhood reader (female reader) like a confession maybe?

thank you so much!!!

a/n: it should be a sin my first Outsiders imagine on tumblr wasn’t Johnny Cade but I’ll do it for you. hope you enjoy <3

All Along

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, annoyance, minor angst, language, love confession, reconnection.

Summary: Trying to reconnect with your childhood best friend you draw a confession out of him you never expected.

word count: 1k

Masterlist

You’ve never felt weird in the Curtis Brothers house. You had always been welcomed with open arms, but lately things had begun to shift. When you and Pony had started high school, you had expected it to be the same as every other school year. Yet what you both came to realize was that you were both more different than you originally thought. Pony spent his days with Two Bit and Johnny, messing with Soc’s and pushing teachers buttons. You on the other hand were friends with some Soc girls, you got good grades and participated in school clubs. It hadn’t mattered you two were once the best of friends because things were now different than before.

That’s the only explanation as to why you feel out of place sitting on the Curtis brothers couch in your pink skirt and saddle shoes. You even looked different and maybe you hadn’t noticed until now. Realizing you don’t look anything like the kind of person who belonged in this home. It was probably why Pony sat next to you silently reading his book instead of conversing with you. When it all dawns on you, you can’t escape the way your heart stutters with sadness. Feeling awful for becoming something the boys were no longer accustomed to.

“Pony” you beckon, knee nudging his own and desperate for him to look at you. He grumbles, gripping his book tighter and you sigh before pulling it from his hands yourself.

“Pony, please talk to me?” you beg and finally he looks up, greased black hair shining in the lamp light. His green eyes are piercing and when they lock onto your own you realize how much you actually missed him.

“Don’t you have some Soc’s to be hanging out with?” he sneers, not entirely sure why you were suddenly giving him attention. His anger is misguided but it still doesn’t stop his words from stinging.

“No Pony, I want to hang out with you. My best friend” you tell him as you close the book and disregard it somewhere so his full attention will stay on you. He scoffs, hating that those words still affect him the way they always have.

“We’re not friends” he mutters and you can’t help the way your lip quivers as he turns away from you. You hadn’t asked for things to change, you hadn’t meant to change. You and him should’ve always stayed the same.

“Then what are we Ponyboy? I don’t want to not have you in my life” you say, voice an octave higher from the sadness that surrounds you. This was Ponyboy for crying out loud, your eldest and dearest friend. Gentle and kind, the boy you never wanted to leave.

“I can’t be your friend, not anymore. Not when I’ve loved you my entire life and now you’re leaving me behind” you freeze at his words, not expecting the admission as he keeps his gaze locked in you. Waiting to see how you react to the truth.

“You love me?” you ask, voice borderline hopeful and brows creased as you wait for him to confirm something that a small piece of you always wanted.

“Since the 3rd grade, when Kevin Simmons stuck gum in your hair and you shoved him on the playground” Pony says, bringing up a memory you had nearly forgot and you can’t help the happy tears the line your eyes.

“For me it was the sleepover in 5th grade when you read all your favorite books to me” now it’s Pony’s turn to look at you with shock, never expecting his feelings to be reciprocated. Especially now when the girl sat before him is clearly out of his league.

“Then why don’t you spend time with me anymore?” he asks, voice sad but eyes happy as he does everything in his power not to invade your personal space. He had never been near someone who openly shared the same feelings as him before.

“I try Pony, I just got busy with school. I never intended to leave you behind. We just have different classes and different outside class activities” you tell him earnestly, hands finding his own and locking them in your embrace.

“So you’re not full Soc?” he asks and you chuckle, squeezing his hands lightly as you turn more to face him.

“Not even close, I’m still a grease. Even if I don’t look it” you smile wide at him and he grins right back, happier than he’s been since school started.

“Does that mean you can be my girl?” he asks in a daring chance, hopeful that you would say yes because you weren’t just anyone. You were you.

“I’d love to Pony” you say, face flushed and happiness flooding through you. All the excitement brings you to lean forward and press a swift kiss to his cheeks that tint red to match your own.

“Hey, no kissing or you won’t get to spend anymore time alone” Darry says pushing through the screen door, pointing at you both. Somehow you both get impossibly redder than before when Soda shuffles in behind him.

“Take his advice, you don’t want to end up like me” he grins even though there’s still a sadness to that smile. You chance a glance at Pony who looks right back at you with a guilty look.

“It was a kiss on the cheek, leave us alone. We’re gonna go find Johnny” you announce, standing from your spot and offering a hand to Pony. He quickly grabs it, not wanting to be any further from you again.

“That true Ponyboy?” Darry asks and he looks to you before nodding. The older boy stares you both down for only an extra second before nodding his head indicating you can go. You both rush out the door before either of them can stop you.

“Are we really going to find Johnny?” he asks when you’re a good distance away from the Curtis home, hand still locked in your own. You glance up at him with a soft smile.

“God no, we’re finding somewhere it can just be you and me”

[stephstars08]

He’s a Monster

Dallas Winston x Greaser!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1,914

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[heyheyheyheyheyheyhey12345]

No thoughts. Just parallels.

[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

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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

[jaidens]

idrk if u still do outsiders stuff 😕 but if u do can you please do a dallas winston x reader fic where reader has a younger sibling that annoys them when they’re together 🙏🙏

miss americana & the heartbreak prince !

pairing [s] : dallas winston x reader

warning [s] : hey outsiders.. 😞

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pattering noise against your door makes you moan, putting out the cigarette against the ashtray and you answer whoever is behind it. Your little sister pokes her head inside, a mischievous grin across her face. Dallas greets her as he saunters into your room, muscles stretching through his white tank.

It had been known to you that your little sister, Dorothea, had an insignificant crush against your boyfriend. It was quite hilarious— watching her kiss his cheeks and cuddle up into him. Even though when he would leave, it was all fight and no play.

“Hey sweetheart,” The New York accent rings within his words, but your sister kicks her feet and hugs Dallas in her small arms. “How have you been?” She pulls away from him and smiles, her two front teeth missing are adorable, and you laugh at her.

“I’ve been good! I got an A on my project about flamingos! Did you know that they aren't always pink—” She's cut off when you chuck a shirt at her doll, hitting the pink ribbons that are tied in small bows around her hair. Her expression turns from happiness to immediate anger when her doll falls against the floor.

Dallas turns his head at you and you swear they have identical expressions of ‘why did you do that?’. “Why did you do that? You hurt Betty!”

Dallas looks even more offended than her, picking up Betty and gently dropping her in Dorothea’s arms. He stands up, pats her head, and walks over to you. Within a second, Dorothea follows Dallas to your bed. He lays down next to you and kisses you. “Move over!” Dorothea screeches and pushes in-between you and your boyfriend. Inherently, she's closer to Dallas and she lets him tickle her sides.

“Get out Dora! Leave me and Dal alone.” You snap at her and she sticks her tongue out at you, waving her hands in the air. “Shoo!” You say once more, slapping her side. She stands up and walks away, slamming the door behind her.

You and Dallas are finally alone, as you watch him puff on a cigarette while telling you a story about something that had apparently happened at Buck’s earlier that day. You're running your finger down his chest. You're cuddled up with him when you hear another obnoxious knock. “Mommy said you have to let me stay with you guys!” Dorothea yells through the crack of your door. You roll your eyes and Dallas puts out his cigarette once more.

She's crying outside of your door and Dallas can't help but not to laugh. His arm wraps around you and pulls you into his shoulder. He kisses your forehead and pulls you close. You're relaxed then once again, your name is screeched. “C’mon! Let me in!”

“Nope! Goodbye!”

[johnnycakesb14de]

ICKS THE GREASERS WOULD GIVE

(sorry not sorry y'all)

DARRY

Would get mad a Ponyboy and if you stand up for him (if he's being unreasonable) he'll get even more mad and yell at you

Anger issues and takes it out on you (NEVER EVER physically) and will apologize eventually but still makes you feel bad

Unknowingly gaslights you by saying things like "your acting unreasonable." Or "your being crazy."

SODAPOP

Completely fucking oblivious to girls flirting with him because he's so used to it and won't realize it til you tell him

Will be closed off if you give him a vague discription of what you're doing or where you're going because of sandy

PONYBOY

Can genuinely just be a bitch like if he's in a bad mood he's like me on day two of my period

Also he won't say anything about it he'll genuinely just be a cunt

You've definitely had to walk out on his silly business once

Scared the shit out of him tbh

JOHNNY

I genuinely can't think of anything for him

He's just like doesn't radiate anything bad

Maybe he like keeps things from you like how he's feeling

Or where he's sleeping that night because he doesn't want you to feel bad for him

In the end still not really a ick

Flirts with other girls to make you upset if you made him upset

Totally not afraid that your gonna do what Sylvia did to him so he totally doesn't accuse of it occasionally

Smokes a lot and doesn't plan on stoping

Lacks communication skills

Everything he did to cherry at the drive in

My man y'all ❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻😻

TWO-BIT

Jokes at inappropriate times and will not stop

Will make jokes about things you haven't mentally recovered from

Achollic and refuses to admit it

STEVE

Mean like literally

Can be too rough at times and doesn't understand it

Like he'll hold your hand or something and just squeeze it way to hard and if you tell him to stop he'll say your being a baby

IM SORRRYYYYYT

[rileyh20]

Me when I come across another random fanfic about smut between the Curtis brothers:

[legends-never-die1]

Me: *writes a happy/fluffy chapter*

Everyone: SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN!!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO THEM!?!?!

[quizzicalwriter]

Hi! Idk if you do headcanons but if you do can you do boyfriend headcanons for Dallas? It can be up to you to make it general things or just smut related things.

Dating Dallas HC’s

Despite what you may think, I don’t see Dallas being an overly possessive boyfriend. You two go about your business and that’s that, but the moment he catches someone flirting with you he’s bounding over and making sure everyone knows you’re his. Beyond that? He’s alright with PDA, but he’s not about to make out in front of his friends, that’s private stuff.

He’d let you wear his jacket, necklace, rings, everything. He loves seeing you in his clothing, and he’d certainly notice the moment you aren’t wearing one item that you usually do - and it’s not even for the reason you think, he’s just worried you’ll lose his stuff and he’ll have to find another one.

He has no problem remembering birthdays, anniversaries, all that jazz. He loves surprising you by remembering important dates for you. But the moment you ask him if he remembers someone you met last week he’s pulling a blank. He’ll remember eventually, but he sucks at remembering faces.

You ever need something but don’t have the money for it? Dallas does! Don’t ask where he got it, most of the time he doesn’t remember or doesn’t want you worrying about him - he doesn’t know which is worse and he ain’t about to find out.

On the topic of money, if you tried to pay him back he’d act personally offended and never accept the money. I’m talking full-on mouth dropping open, loud scoff, all of it. You’re his girl, why the hell are you trying to pay him back? Just give him a kiss or something.

Loves driving you places, and lets you control the music in reasonable amounts - meaning, you cannot play the same song over, and over. He’d let you get away with three replays max before he’s groaning and turning the radio off and tossing the mix out the window. He’d apologize afterward and buy you a new cassette.

I do not see him being a kind driver, the man has road rage and you’ve seen it. There have been multiple instances where you’ve ducked into the passenger seat and whisper-yelled at him to shut up - he never does.

The man is like a corpse when he sleeps. You want him to move over? Good luck. You’d have a better chance rolling over onto him to get sleep, he wouldn’t wake up either way unless you pushed him from the bed.

Speaking of sleep, if you’re ever cold and plaster your morgue-like hands against his back, he will shriek. His back will arch, his legs will shoot out, and he’ll throw every curse known to man your way as he moves away from your hands - your hands still end up warm.

His friends are his family and he takes their opinions seriously, I can see him genuinely fretting over their view of you if he cares enough for you. Hell, he’s got feelings for you, of course, he’s going to want his family to like you. They will, it’ll take a while to get used to their form of joking, but you’ll be at home with them and it’ll make Dallas smile.

On the subject of family, Dallas doesn’t mention his much. He might if you’re close enough, but you’re likely to get bits and pieces as time goes by until he’s sure you won’t leave either. When he finally tells you about his upbringing it hurts your heart, you’re both mentally spent by the end of it and you promise him to never mention it unless he does first. He appreciates you for it.

If you stay over at his place often enough he’ll try to make the place look more presentable. Mainly rearranging stuff that he hasn’t touched in months, maybe buying another set of bedsheets. You notice every time something changes in his room and whenever you mention it he’s happy to talk about it, even if he tries to play it off cool.

He watches you sleep, not so much in a creepy way, but it’s something he loves to do. If you talk or snore in your sleep he will imitate it in the morning. In the moment he finds it cute, but he’ll never admit it.

His version of helping you cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner is standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder, or leaning against the kitchen counter with a cigarette between his lips. The man can’t cook, maybe he could, but he likes watching you cook too much to try - that and the one time he tried to help he burnt the shit out of his hand.

If you smoke he’ll light your cigarettes or share his own, if you don’t he’ll appreciate you standing beside him while he smokes, but he ain’t gonna force you to be near him when he does - just don’t nag the man, he’s been smoking since he was a kid, I don’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.

Whenever he smokes he’ll blow the smoke to the side, always ensuring it doesn’t blow in your face. But, if the smoke follows you he’ll murmur some cliche line like “Smoke follows beauty.”

Any music he’s into he will show you in a heartbeat. He thrives on showing you things you haven’t seen yet, whether it’s movies at the drive-in he’s sneaking you into, or a cassette he snagged from a nearby store - either way, his eyes watch you for any reaction.

Definitely considers going on a walk or eating food in Buck’s T-Bird a date. You’ll have to specify what you want if you want anything different, otherwise he’s content with the routine. If you ask for something different he won’t take offense to it, but he might chide you for it.

Words aren’t his forte, actions are. He’ll try his best to be kind, but he’ll occasionally slip and might say something rude. If you can shoot back your own sarcastic quips it’ll make him swoon, he loves nothing more than someone who can fire back at him.

Likely won’t tell you that he loves you for YEARS. You can say it first, he’ll nod and likely kiss your cheek or forehead in return. You know what he means, but he’s not the type to say it until he feels absolutely certain about you. Dallas knows how he feels about someone rather quickly, but he’s wary when it comes to love. He wants to mean it, mean it in a way that scares him.

The first time he tells you he loves you will be when you’re asleep. He’ll continue doing that until one day when he randomly springs it on you. It’ll likely be around a cigarette, but you’ll be able to tell from his eyes how deeply he means it. Don’t expect him to say it often, but know that he always feels it.

A/N: This is so short, I’m so sorry. I’ve never done headcanons before, so I hope this was good! I think about Dallas’s character so much that I actually had a bit of fun with this! This is a late night post for me, but I finished it up and figured I’d post it for y’all anyways. Thank you all for the continued love and support you’ve shown me and my work!! I appreciate you all more than words could ever describe! <3

[aforeffective]

thinking about the funerals of the outsiders universe.

darry being forced to put together his parents’ funeral while also dealing with pony, soda, and his own grief.

bob’s parents putting together his funeral and wanting cherry to be involved, and cherry having to deal with the guilt of feeling like she’s not worthy to be involved with his funeral after everything the other socs have been saying to her.

whatever kind of funeral darry is able to put together for johnny and dally, whether it’s a full thing or just a small dinner service. i’d like to imagine some of the parents of the children johnny saved sent money for the funeral.

anyways, funerals in the outsiders universe…

(inspired by me being at a funeral lol😁)

[living-mites]

collab au fic with @gr3ase-g0t-h0ld their drabble here

HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING

Ponyboy Curtis. a lively teenage boy with big dreams and fires auburn hair.

Unrecognizable.

he'd be John Doe if it wasn't for the ID card in his back pocket. his head split down the middle, blood staining the seats around them.

Angela sat shaking and wheezing as blood pooled out of her mouth. Internal bleeding.

Cathy doubled over and threw up as the sirens wailed. Everything was a foggy memory as EMS came rushing in...

...taking the living to the hospital...

...and the dead to the morgue.

this included Ponyboy. the boy with the dreams and the light in his eyes. the boy who vowed to stay gold. Now laying in a box in the wall, being kept from decomposing...

The funeral would need to be closed casket. Not even the best Mortician in the state of Oklahoma could make him recognizable.

-

Darry and Soda rushed into the hospital- the same place they were a few years back for Johnny and Dallas.... it seemed so long ago.

They knew their brother would be here. they knew.

"We're here for Ponyboy Curtis." Darry said shakily to a doctor passing by.

The trauma doctor checked the clipboard, "Ponyboy Miceal Curtis died on impact. His body is at the Tulsa morgue, a few miles downtown." and he walked away.

His body.

Ponyboy was dumbed down to a body.

@pr3tty-0n-the-inside @illfoldthelaundry @cherrycolacowboy @greasergirllll @stayruby @cvalance @diluted-mango @cowboydarry @sabstery @cherryscvre @dallas-winstons-good-girl

[stephstars08]

Comfort

Johnny Cade x Greaser!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Issues, Abandonment, Alcoholism, Loneliness, Physical Abuse, Some Adult Language, Neglect, Johnny’s Parents Fighting, Disappointment, Fluff, Angst, Bed-sharing, And Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry If I Forgot Any!)

Summary: Y/N is the little sister of Two-Bit which means they hangout with the same friend group. Y/N is the closest with Johnny. Whenever Johnny has an incident at home he always goes to Y/N since she always knows how to make him feel better.

Song Featured: Can’t Help Falling In Love By Kacey Musgraves

Word Count: 1,459

Author’s Note: I decided to use Kacey Musgraves version of this song since it’s the reader singing the song! Definitely suggest you listen to the song if you haven’t already!

Y/N is a sixteen-year-old girl who lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her family are greasers which means she lives in the low-class part of Tulsa. Y/N lives with mom and older brother Two-Bit who is eighteen. Y/N’s father left when she was only three years old.

Two-Bit thinks the reason why their dad left was because he couldn’t man up and face the pressure of taking care of a family, but Y/N knows the real reason. When Y/N was twelve she found her dad’s old journal and he wrote in the journal that he never wanted any children especially a daughter. When Y/N told her mom about it she told her not to worry or take it personal because when her father wrote that he was drunk, and it was after they had an argument about the financial issues the family were going through at the time.

Two-Bit is the one who has been raising Y/N since their father left. Since their mom works two jobs she’s not home very often. After their father abandoned them Two-Bit became the man of the house. He turned into more of a father figure to Y/N than a big brother.

Y/N and Two-Bit hangout with the same group of friends. Since Y/N is the only girl in the group they are very protective of her. Y/N has a bond with everyone but the person she’s the closest to is a boy named Johnny Cade. Johnny is a shy and quiet sixteen-year-old boy who come from an abusive household. His father is an alcoholic who drinks all day and all night. His father beats on him while his mother just stands back and watches.

It hurts Y/N seeing Johnny with bruises on his skin. Johnny always comes to Y/N after he has a spat with one of his parents. Y/N always knows how to calm and comfort him.

Y/N does have a crush on Johnny, but she doesn’t know how to deal with it since she’s never felt that way about a boy before. Not being able to see or talk to her mom about these feelings does make Y/N feel alone or lost.

The only downside of being the only girl in a friend group is when it comes to girl talk, there is no one to talk to. As much as she loves her big brother, telling him she has a crush on a boy isn’t the easiest thing in the world for a girl.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It was nighttime and Y/N was sleeping in her twin sized bed when she heard a tapping noise from her window which woke her up. When Y/N slowly opened her eyes, she read her alarm clock. It was twelve after one in the morning.

“Y/N!” She heard a voice say outside her window. “Johnny.” Y/N whispered immediately recognizing the voice. Y/N quickly got out of bed and turned her bedroom light on. She saw Johnny standing outside her window in the rain.

She opened her window and helped Johnny climb into her room. “Johnny, what the hell are you doing out in the rain?” Y/N asked him with concern in her voice as she closed her window. “I was trying to sleep in my room, but my parents were having a screaming match, so I snuck out and went to the lot, but it started to rain, so I decided to just come here.” Johnny explained to her.

This isn’t the first time that Johnny has spent the night due to his parents.

“Aww Johnny! You’re shivering.” Y/N said seeing him shake because his clothes were drenched. “I’ll be right back.” Y/N told him and walked out of her room. She went to the living room and went into the closet. She got a pair of Two-Bit’s old pajama pants he grew out of and one of his old t-shirts he also grew out of. After closing the closet, she went into the bathroom to get a clean and dry towel out of the cabinet. Y/N walked back to her room.

She handed Johnny the towel so he could dry himself off. “After you finish drying off you can change into this. They used to be Two-Bit’s but he grew out of them.” Y/N told him setting the clothes down onto her bed. Johnny gave her a nod as he used the towel to dry off his raven-colored hair. “While you change, I’ll go make you some hot tea.” Y/N told him and walked out of her room again.

She went into the kitchen and started to make some lemon tea. She made sure she was as quiet as possible since she didn’t want to wake up Two-Bit and her mom. It took her about ten minuets to make the tea. Y/N walked back to her room holding a mug in her hands.

When she walked back into her room Johnny was wearing the clothes she gave him while his wet clothes were in a pile on the floor in the corner. He put the towel into Y/N’s hamper. Johnny was sitting on the edge of her bed. Y/N closed her door and walked over to him.

“Here, this should help you warm up, too.” Y/N said carefully handing him the mug. “Thank you.” Johnny said in a soft tone. He blew on the liquid before carefully taking a sip. “You’re welcome.” Y/N said sitting down next to him.

There was a comfortable silence between the two while Johnny drank his tea.

“What were your parents fighting about?” Y/N asked breaking the silence. “I don’t exactly know.” Johnny said with a heavy sigh. “I just know that my dad was drunk off his ass like usual.” Johnny told her and took another sip of his tea.

“Y/N, I really appreciate you letting me stay here.” Johnny said looking over at her. “It’s no problem, Johnnycakes. You’re always welcomed here.” Y/N told him with a comforting smile. Johnny returned the smile. Johnny doesn’t smile often but it seems when he’s with Y/N, that’s when he smiles the most.

After Johnny finished drinking the tea, Y/N and him laid down in her bed ready to go to sleep. “Hey, Y/N.” Johnny said in a soft voice. “What’s up?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Can you sing to me?” Johnny asked her. Everyone knows that Y/N has a beautiful singing voice and when Johnny hears her sing it always calms him and makes him feel relaxed. “Of course.” Y/N told him.

She wrapped one of her arms around his shoulders. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat when she felt Johnny wrap one of his arms around her torso.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you.” Y/N sang in a soft tone. She decided to sing her favorite love song. “Shall I say? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you.” Y/N sang as she lightly rubbed Johnny’s shoulder. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be.” Y/N sang the chorus of the song.

She went to sing the rest of the song but stopped when she noticed that Johnny had fallen asleep. Y/N lips turned up into a soft smile. She gave him a light kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Johnnycakes.” Y/N said in a soft voice.

She laid down fully and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She laid her head on top of Johnny’s chest and fell asleep.

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It was now morning and Two-Bit decided to get up early to cook breakfast for his mom and Y/N. He knew his mom had to be at her first job at eight, so he made sure that she had time to eat. After she ate, she thanked her son and told him to give Y/N a kiss from her. After his mom left Two-Bit made breakfast for Y/N. He put the food on a plate and sat it down into the table. Two-Bit walked to Y/N’s bedroom.

He used his knuckles to lightly knock on the door. “Hey Y/N I made you some break-” Two-Bit said opening the door but he stopped his sentence when he saw Johnny. They were in the same position they were in when Y/N fell asleep. Two-Bit could help but smile at the sleeping position.

Two-Bit knows that his little sister and Johnny have big crushes on one another. Hell, everyone in the whole group knows that Y/N and Johnny are perfect for one another.

Two-Bit quietly shut the door. He went back to the kitchen and made some more food for Johnny since he always makes sure that Johnny eats after spending the night.