#Tim x Fem!Dallas

[diorgirl444]

okay hypothetically if i was to do a to all the boys i’ve loved before inspired multiple part x reader fic…. who should i cast as josh??? bearing in mind dallas is peter kavinsky and the curtis brothers are the song covey sisters

[lilyxlovelyy]

Hi lovely! I’d love to see you write a one shot of Dallas Winston smut with hyper fem reader. Maybe they could be at bucks and making up for lost time bc Dally just got out of jail? Thank you 😊

Dallas x hyper fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral f receiving, breast attention, very slight daddy kink hehe, don’t think there is anything else but idk

• Authors note: Hiii i am so glad u asked this cause i have been looking for inspiration and i love this idea!!

About 1k words.

You were over at the Curtis house because dal was supposed to be in jail for another six weeks so you had been spending some extra time there.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t live without dallas it was just that after a few months you have grown to miss him, his voice, his touch, everything about him you craved more than ever.

The gang was all over watching movies, playing cards, eating all of Darry’s food and such when suddenly Twobit noticed a special someone walking up to the house.

“Hey, YN you might wanna see this!” He said watching out the window so you got off the couch and peeked out from behind the curtain.

Your eyes widened when you saw Dallas walking up the driveway with a cigarette between his fingers. You quickly scrambled out the door running as fast as your legs could carry you until you were safely in his arms.

“Woah there princess” he said with a chuckle his New York accent shining through, you just giggled in response while still holding onto him. As he He slung his arms around you he felt the heat and wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Miss me that much, huh’” he grinned before finally pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah…” you mumbled softly with a cheeky smile.

“Well lets take you home and take care of that shall we”

“aren’t you going to say hello to the guys?” You asked softly and he shrugged

“eh they’ll see me later” he grinned and began walking back down the street so you quickly followed after him.

When you had made it back to bucks there was a party going on, you could tell by the red lights glowing from inside; but the party didn’t bother you because you both went straight up to his room not caring to say ‘hey’ to anyone.

He shut the door behind him and made sure to lock it securely.

Once the door was locked you latched you hungry lips onto his. The taste of cigarettes and prison food clung to his lips but you didn’t care, all you cared about was him. Finally being back in his arms.

His rough hands roamed over your body until he laid you down on his bed. He swiftly pulled your little dress down over your head carelessly throwing it away before moving his hands to your breasts. Groping and squeezing them. As little moans slip from your mouth. he grins and rips off your bra.

“Fuck I’ve been dreaming of these tits for months.” He smirks before leaning down and taking one in his mouth and sucking hard.

You entangled your fingers into his scruff hair. As you tug on his dark locks he scraps his teeth against your nipple. As he continues to suckle at your nipples you moved one of your hands down to your clothed cunt and rubbing hard.

“Aww baby you want daddy to touch you?” He smirks and you looked up at him with a soft whimper escaping from your lips.

He moves his hands down your body, over your hips and finally tracing his finger over you cunt.

“Your soaked doll” he growls as he peppers kisses down your neck which earns a moan from you. He slowly slips a finger inside your wet heat feeling the juices run down his finger. He doesn’t waste time to add another finger pumping them in and out at a fast pace. Your mouth is ajar as he continually pumps them in and out making moans spill from your soft lips.

“You gonna cum babydoll?” He asks as he peppered soft kisses over your soft tummy.

“Mhmmmh y-yes” you whimper as he roughly shoves his fingers deeper into you.

“Good girl” he whispers quietly as you cum over his fingers. He brings his fingers to your lips

“taste yourself baby” he smirks and you waste no time to wrap your mouth around his two fingers and suck off the sweet taste of your juices.

He smirks before pulling his fingers out and moving them to your hips. He grins before burying his face between your thighs.

“I gotta taste you first” he mumbles before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.

“Fuck I missed this” he groans against your dripping pussy making vibrations course through your body earning another whimper from you. as he lapped his tongue over your clit before digging his tongue back into your hole.

“Mhmmmh fuck” he groans, his voice muffled by cunt.

“Ohhhh I’m cumming again” you cry out and wrapped your legs around his neck pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

He rarely gave oral but he missed you so much he needed to taste you right from the source. As you came he licked it up with his tongue tasting all your sweet juices.

Once he caught his breath he quickly pulled away and moved his hands from you down to his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with ease and threw it aside along with his jeans.

You stared at his cock with lust in your eyes. He gave it one stroke before lining it up with your cunt and thrusting in. He was never the type of guy to go slow or really take his time but especially not now, he needed you and he needed it now.

He continues his rough assault on your pussy as your screamed out in pleasure. He bent his head down to roughly kiss and bite at your neck.

As you got closer to yet another orgasm he brought one of his hands down and started to rub your aching clit which sent you over the edge to extreme bliss.

As you pulsed around his cock he could feel he was about to cum.

“Fuck are you on the pill” he asked between grunts to which you simply shook your head so he swiftly pulled out and came all over your chest.

He collapsed beside you.

“Oh fuck” you breathed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest but Dallas wasn’t finished with you as he carried you to the bathroom.

[m4y4wasnthere]

betting at the bar

dallas winston x fem!reader short fic

warnings: MAJOR smut. barely any plot. , alcohol mention, degrading, minor mention of cat-calling, smoking mention, choking

a/n: i never bothered to learn alot of card games, so js pick wtv u want

the lights were a dim red, almost straining you’re eyes as you focused on the hand you had infront of you.

you were in a card game, playing with Tim Shepard, Buck, a few from Tim’s gang, and none other than Dallas Winston himself.

you had a good rep, mostly known for your looks. it wasn’t all that bad, until people start thinking you don’t have a brain. thats why this game was started, Dallas and Tim had a bet on wether or not you were just a pretty face.

you were aggravated with their belittling towards you, the bet and bickering between them beforehand took place right infront of your face. they both had no shame. you were about to prove them wrong.

Dallas bet in your favor, you were smart and weren’t just any dumb broad.

You weren’t too close with Dal, you guys always had some sort of awkward tension between the two of you, had no clue why or when it started. He didn’t necessarily do anything bad, Dallas just made it clear he avoided you.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the game when you heard Tim speak up.

“C’mon pretty lady, why dont you pick a damn card already.” He winked at you with a ugly smirk. You knew Tim as well as you knew Dallas, good enough to know he was an alright guy but ugly when he got drunk. He was drunk off his mind and you knew by the way he was flirting.

Dallas grit his teeth, remaining silent, his eyes piercing into yours from across the round table. You threw down your hand with a sly smile, and you sipped your wine.

Jaws dropped throughout the table, and the only one unsurprised was Dallas. He slyly smirked as you watched a few of the guys throw their cards down in a hissy fit, walking away. Tim lost a few bucks to Dallas, and you started collecting your earnings.

“I swear she cheated Dal.. I swear..it! She must’ve bribed someone with her looks or somethin’” Tim’s words were slurring together as he failed to comprehend his loss. “Go to bed man, you lost fair and square.” Dal threw his beer bottle in the trash and looked over at you again.

“What made you wanna bet in my favor Dal? Never thought you’d think so highly of me.” you walked over to his side and leaned your back on the table. “ don’t get the wrong idea man, i know you ‘s all” he reached over beside you to get a dollar off the table surface, making his face inches from yours.

“You know me?” you said in a slight mocking whisper. He kept his arm planted behind you, making your face start to heat up. “You think I don’t know why you dress up like that, doll?” His eyes drifted around your face, starting to linger on each detail of your body more than the last, “short little miniskirts that make your ass barely peek out, just enough for guys to peek but not get the full thing.. tank tops that make your tits pop out.”

His voice was slow, low in a whisper. His words struck you, and you blushed at how descriptive he was.

“Dal I don’t know what you’re talking about I-“

“Don’t lie to me, man. I’m not stupid.” Dallas broke away from you, and turned away. Making his way towards the stairs that led up to his room.

You stood there stunned, unsure of what to do.

He stood at the step of the stairs, without looking back at you said, “you coming or not?”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, his message unclear.

“I’m not letting you walk home after drinking all that wine, you’re staying here tonight.”

He took a cigarette out and lit it, getting a drag and looking over his shoulder before speaking again.

“I just complimented your tits, what other way would I ask you to sleep with me, doll.”

Your face blushed from his forwardness, but you quickly followed him up the stairs, straight down the hallway to his bedroom.

He opened the door and it smelled like cigarettes, beer and him. His smell wasn’t something you could easily pinpoint, it wasnt bad, it was just, there.

He took off his shirt, revealing his toned body. Slightly sweaty from the body heat of the bar in general, you couldnt help but stare.

“Like what you see? Take a picture or whatever the saying is.”

You quickly looked away from him and stood awkwardly infront of the door.

“I thought you hated me or somethin’ Dallas, are you that drunk?”

He walked closer to you, making you back up against the door. You felt goosebumps rise when his breath hit your ear.

“ never hated you, ‘m not drunk. How’d you expect me to act with how you look?”

He placed his arm on the doorway above you, trapping you against his body and the door. Blush was creeping on your cheeks.

“you don’t know how much you effect me, do you, doll?”

You werent thinking as you trailed your fingers along his abs and rested your hands ontop of his chest, and you certainly werent thinking when you kissed him.

His hand creeped under your skirt, groping your ass. Your heartbeat was quickening with each second as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He swooped both his arms under your ass and picked you up, your legs subconsciously wrapping themselves around his torso.

The kiss didn’t break once, both of you starting to form beads of sweat across your bodies.

He laid you on the bed, pinning you down in the process.

“You’re just gonna let me handle you like that? You’re such a fucking whore.”

“Dallas..”

You whimpered his name. You reached out for him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck, anything for him to be closer.

He pinned your arms above your head, kissing you aggressively. “You like it when I handle you rough like this, huh doll?”

“Yes” you barely managed out “please don’t stop dally..”

He unclasped your bra with one of his hands and threw it to the side. He immediately started sucking on one of your tits, pinching and kneading the other.

You arched your back, giving into him more, your free hands tangled themselves into his hair.

“Dallas finger me please. I’ll do anything.”

You begged him to please your aching core, your panties being soaked.

“Mm, you’re so needy. How’d ya think the other guys would react if they ever saw you so desperate?” He traced the middle of your underwear with a finger. “Only they’ll never get to see you like this. You’re mine doll. You got that?”

You nod your head and whimper to his slight touch. His finger moves away, “Say you’re mine y/n.”

“I’m yours Dallas. All yours.” You gasped out his name.

He took your panties off and slid his finger over your wet folds painfully slow.

“Dal-“ He pushed his finger in, and starts pumping in and out of you.

You moaned and scratched his back, until you had an idea. You started to rub his hard-on through his jeans, he groaned in response.

“Doll, stop that.”

You certainly didnt stop. You tried to go at the same speed he was fingerfucking you at until he pulled his finger out and stopped touching you entirely.

he stepped away from the bed and started unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.

He didn’t break eye contact once.

“Dallyyy” you whined for him. His silence was making you want him more.

“You needa learn how to act properly slut. Either ya shut up or your not gonna be able to walk for a few weeks.”

He aligned himself up to your folds and you stayed quiet, you knew he meant what he said.

He inserted himself in and you both groaned, “Dal, fuck me please. I’m sorry for teasing, ’m sorry, just please, make me feel good”

He looked down at you and smirked. He started slow but gradually got faster and wrapped his hand around your neck.

Blissful moans and whimpers kept escaping your mouth, the room being filled with you and skin slapping.

“Dally, I’m gonna-“

“You can hold it.”

You ached to release, your mind slowly becoming numb to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your tongue stuck out, and you could barely hold it in any longer.

You felt him twitch inside you, and his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Doll, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me. Now.”

You released on his command and you felt his warm load fill you to the brim. You moaned his name over and over again throughout your high and sighed as he pulled out of you and laid next to you.

“Dallas, what uh, what does this make us?”

You were laying next to him, your head laying in one of his arms.

“I dont know man, we can talk about it in the mornin’. go to sleep doll.”

He pulled you onto him in a lazy embrace. The two of you didn’t speak at all the rest of the night, you stayed up for a bit listening to his peaceful breaths.

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[2knightt]

OH EM GEEEE . Could u do hcs abt Ponyboy having a crush on reader, and dally being the one finding out and actually knows the girl somehow😱😭

↳ i could live forever in a day with her₊˚✧

➬ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

a/n ; dropped everything to write this. ponyboy lover 4life. ALSO, new layout?? we like? ALSO, IM WORKING AS FAST ON THE REQS I HAVE AS I CAN LMFAOO

you and ponyboy knew each other from school, sat next together in history.

pony always thought you were cute, a real looker as some would say.

you thought ponyboy was cute too and pretty smart too.

he’d always ask you to hang out just, not around the gang.

if he saw any of them while hanging out with you, he tries to flee the scene as fast as possible!

like one time you and ponyboy were just walking around town, talking and laughing!

then, two-bit turns the corner to go on the same sidewalk you two were on. so ponyboy, without thinking, grabbed your hand and pulled you into an alleyway.

he knew it was dangerous since the shepherds basically owned the alleyways, but he’d rather get a beating from tim than get a lifelong teasing from two-bit.

“woah pony—atleast take me to dinner first!”

“y/n.”

“yea-sorry.”

the gang definitely noticed that ponyboy has a little hop in his step since you two started hanging out.

and they press him for questions every minute of everyday.

“you look happy pony, what’s up?”

“..can i not be happy?”

“no.”

“steve, leave me alone.”

they all suspected that he met a special someone, but they never had solid evidence or a confession.

but dallas KNEW.

because YOU were happier than usual and coincidentally, around the same time ponyboys smile got wider.

dallas knew your older brother, so by association, he knew you.

so he had ZERO issue going up to you and asking you a question.

“y/n.”

“yea?”

“do you know ponyboy? ponyboy curtis?”

“mhm!”

all dallas did was nod his head and walk off with a smile.

you just stood there in shock?? what??

dallas literally stalks you for the next while just to see if his theory is correct.

he sees you guys meet up at the entrance of the school and go walking to the dingo.

he sees you guys laugh and talk and flirt!

YOU GUYS AREN’T SLICK.

so after a week of getting more and more confident that that was why ponyboy was happier, he talked to pony about it.

“so, who’s the lucky gal, man?”

“what?? nobody??”

“it’s y/n, isn’t it?”

he FREEZES and just slowly turns to face dallas with pure terror of his face.

“huh?”

“i asked if it was y/n. is it or is it not, man?”

ponyboy just runs off into his house and freaks the fuck out in his room😭.

when he sees you at school the next day the first thing he said wasn’t ‘hey!’ or ‘hi.�� it was,

“DO YOU KNOW DALLAS WINSTON?!”

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING??”

“well?? do you?”

“yeah.”

shit.

shitshitshitshit.

“why? is everything alright, pony?”

“has he asked you about me?”

“uh, yeah! last week he asked if i knew you.”

oh god.

ponyboy turns pale like a ghost, all the blood from his face is gone.

dallas has a reputation in the gang for not being able to keep secrets.

the bell rang and ponyboy rushed to class, thinking he could get his mind off of getting the living hell teased out of him!

but as fate would have it, he couldn’t stop worrying about it. even when he walked out of school to see dallas, waiting.

he hadn’t seen that grease anywhere near the school since he left.

“ponyboy!”

what does he want? he already found out who he likes, how could he want more information outta him?

“what d’ya want dally?”

“what, can i not see my favourite kid?”

“…”

“yeah you’re right. anyways—get in the car, gotta talk to ya.”

ponyboy gulps at the though of gettin’ a lecture from dallas, the kid who knew nothing about common sense.

but nonetheless, he got in the passenger seat as dallas started driving like he was being chased down by andre the giant.

he pulled into a fast food parking lot and turned to look at ponyboy.

“i’m tryna help you get with your little uh, girlfriend.”

he said, lighting a cigarette and offering the boy beside him one. he took it without a second thought.

“you’d do that?”

“i’m tired of hearing my friend complain about his sister rantin’ about you.”

ponyboy smiles into his cigarette as he puffs out smoke.

“well, what should i do? do i impress her? be myself? get tuffer?”

‘till the sun went down, the two of ‘em sat in two-bits car.

dallas was trying to help ponyboy as he started to go on about his, ‘what ifs?’

“what if she doesn’t like me? what if she’s been talking about another guy?”

“who else in the world is named ‘ponyboy?’”

after ponyboy felt confident in himself with dallas’s advice, they drove to the curtis house so ponyboy could get a good nights rest for the day ahead of him.

he had called and asked you to meet him at the park.

since it was ponyboy, you obviously agreed.

so you basically ran outta the house while your older brother shouted a reminder about your curfew.

when you got where, you saw ponyboy sitting on the bench with his leg shaking up n’ down.

“hey! i hope i didn’t keep ya waitin.”

“nah, you’re good.”

he spoke, patting the extra space beside him.

when you sat down, he gently put his hand on top of yours. that was a big shock to you, ponyboy never usually showed physical affection.

“y/n, when i say this, i want you to take it seriously.”

“why? what happened?!”

“nothin’!! but uh..i like you. i like you, a lot. i just really like the way you smile, your teeth just shine under any sort of light. an-and how your eyes never lose it’s shine, no matter what you’ve been through. i jus-i just like everything about you, y/n. it’s embarrassing. AND- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.. i wouldn’t blame ya.”

you just sat there and stares at him, with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

ponyboy started to get worried, why ain’t you saying anything? did he say something wrong? did he not say enough?? did he say too much??

“i-i like you too, pony. i’ve been waitin’ to hear you confess. took you long enough, jeez.”

you answered, chuckling at your own joke.

ponyboy just hugged you, he was too embarrassed to kiss you now.

you guys stayed like that for awhile.

until you heard clapping and cheering behind you.

“WOOHOO!”

“DALLAS??”

“what the fuck?”

may 20th, 2023. 1:23AM.

but nah, srsly, tell me if the layouts good 😭

[dalilacherie]

[Masterlist]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠:

Headcanons:

Hard of Hearing Gf

Imagines:

The Great Greaser Bake-Off

Singing Gale - Storm w/ Fem!Reader

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

Embarrassing - Soc!Fem!Reader

Cuddle Puddle - Fem!Curtis!Reader

Heartbeat - Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬:

Headcanons:

Soda x Johnny Hcs

Imagines:

We'll Be Alright - Comfort w/ Fem!Reader

Cuddle Puddle - Fem!Curtis!Reader

Lightly - Soda x Johnny

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

Staying Warm - Darbit

Cuddle Puddle - Fem!Curtis!Reader

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

Family - Fluff

Feeling Good - Dallas x Tim

It's Not Like That - Male!Reader

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞:

Headcanons:

Soda x Johnny Hcs

Angst Hcs

Platonic Johnny/Two-bit

Imagines:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬:

Headcanons:

Platonic Johnny/Two-bit

Random Hcs

Fluff/Angst/Modern Hcs

Imagines:

Staying Warm - Darbit

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝:

Headcanons:

Tough Reader

Imagines:

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐧:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧:

Headcanons:

Imagines:

[donniesbabygirl28]

can you please write a dallas winston x reader angst? thank you!

Of course darling <3 Also I didn't know what pronouns you wanted so I just put my default pronouns (Fem) I hope thats okay! <3

It was another fight between you and Dallas. This time if was over something stupid.

"God y/n. I don't get how you can say that I'm selfish, I tried to help!" He said, slamming his hand down on your bed.

You rolled your eyes in response.

"Really? because it sure as hell didn't seem like it when you were talkin with Tim. And I tried to tell you but you just brushed me off like I was a bug."

It was at the Nightly Double and you ran to Dally.

"Dally! A soc broke my hair clip and the necklace you gave me!" You said, grabbing his arm with fear in your eyes, looking around to make sure they didn't follow you.

"Not now y/n, I'm talking to Tim." He said, lightly pushing you away, not even looking at you.

He looked at you, his face lightly red from how angry he was.

"Jesus, all this for a stupid hair clip and a necklace I stole?" He said, getting close to you.

You throw the items at your bedroom door in anger.

"Dally, I don't give a fuck about those! I'm mad because you were being a bitch and pushed me away when I needed you. They aren't stupid, Dal. They mean something to me because YOU gave them to me. But I guess they don't mean shit anymore." You snapped.

"Just get out, Dally." You whispered, not looking at him. Just like he did you.

"Y/n we can talk about it-"

You pushed him.

"I said get out!" You opened the door, showing him the way out. Even though he knew.

"Alright I'll leave. I'll come and see you tomorrow, yeah?" He said with hope in his voice.

You didn't't say anything and and waited, before seeing his figure walk out of your room.

You slammed your door and took a shower and went to sleep.

"Johnny I think I fucked up, man." He said, looking at his close buddy.

Johnny looked at him, confused.

"What happened?"

Dally didn't say anything right away, trying to not get emotional.

"I guess I did something I shouldn't have- well actually it was something I should've done..but I didn't."

Johnny looked at him, taking a hit from his cig.

"We were watchin a move and.. some soc decided to mess with er' or somethin and broke the hair clip and necklace that I gave er'. And I just pushed her away when she needed me."

"Did you apologize?" He asked, passing him the cig.

He paused for a minute.

"No..no I didn't't." He said, taking a puff and handing it back to him.

"But I am tomorrow. I just hope she ain't too mad at me."

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It wasn't even 7 in the morning when you heard a loud knock of your front door.

You groaned, getting up and headed downstairs, wanting to get back in bed as soon as possible.

You opened your front door.

"I will have the tag alongs and chocolate chip, 20 dollars take it or leave it, kid." You said rubbing your eyes.

Dallas smiled at you being sleepy, it was very cute in his opinion.

"Hey, man. Do I look like I girl scout to ya?" He said, hands in his pockets as he laughed.

"No. You look like a jackass." You said, your arms crossed and leaned against your door frame.

He smiled, not really knowing what to do.

"Well if you're just gonna stan here, I'm taking my ass back to bed." You said, shutting your front door, before it being pushed back open.

"No no. Please let me talk." He said frantically.

You hummed in response, letting him know you were listening.

"Um." He said, taking a necklace out of his jacket pocket, putting it on you.

"I-....I'm sorry. And I love you so much." He said, hugging you tightly.

You smiled, chuckling lightly.

"I love you too, Dally. Get in here. The next time you act like that, i'll kick your ass." You playfully threatened.

"Yes ma'am." He kissed your lips, shutting the front door.

[pumpkinsy0]

CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A HAITIAN FEM Y/N DATING DALLAS HC PLSSS

now,,,usually i dont make x reader hcs,,, BUT FOR THIS???? IM MAKING AN EXCEPTION🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

ANON STRAP IN LETS GO🗣️🗣️🗣️

•he heard about konpa and he thought he was gonna be so slick and try to impress u but whole time it looks like hes humping the air, he does NOT got those moves

•so that means teaching him konpa!!!which also means him flirting w u nonstop while u show him how to move both of yalls hips, he does get better at it though

•u talk shit about dallas to his face in kreyòl in fights but also just to the shepards and hes just sitting there like “:/“

•u bring over haitian rum and he cannot handle it, well he CAN but hes gonna have to force himself to keep going at some point to not look like a wuss

•when he found out about kremas he thought it was a lil weird at first and wouldnt try it, and turns put he WOULD like it but he likes his kremas runny and a lil strong (what a fucking weirdo ik)

•he literally learns kreyòl, its like his third language atp (he only knows sak pase and n’ap boule my fucking christ)

•u probably joke about voodoo a lil and how ur gonna turn him into a fox tail or somethin if he keeps pissing ur off LMAOOOO

•some haitian dances quite literally rely in the person being at least SOMEWHAT graceful, so maybe ur pretty graceful at least w some things u do and he finds that quite enticing

•when u guys get into arguements u slip into kreyòl and he has to asks tim wtf u said and it takes tim a while to understand what u said bc once again, dally is NOT fluent, but once he does understand he laughs to himself cause damn u had to be REALLY mad to say what u said

•everytime hes about to do something illegal u mumbke under ur breath “w’ap kon jorge”

•when he gets on ur nerves u say “ki tet papa'w” and it happens so often he picked it up and started saying it around the gang and the gang is like “????” minus pony cause yknow, he hangs w curly

•he loves griot actually, when he gets back from jail he just has a rlly big craving for that w pikliz

•when u call him cheri u essentially get him to do whatever u want him to do, he rlly likes ur accent lol

•WHEN U DANCE W HIM (or more realistically u dance around him) SOMETIMES U WHIP OUT UR FOULARD (for anyone who doesnt know its this silk piece of cloth thats used for clothes but also used in haitian dances) AND WRAP IT AROUND HIM TO PULL HIM CLOSER AND HE FALLS FOR IT EVERYTIME WOOOOO

•ur oarents call him a vagabon they HATE him

[fandomqueen44]

9 months to hell and back: A Tim x Female Dallas Story

So this is an idea that wouldn't leave my head and has even haunted my dreams.

Point out any mistakes in comments and I'll fix lol

Warnings: Mild Violence and Pregnancy. Probably misspellings.

Summary: Tim accidentally knocked up Dallas Winston after a rumble. But...everything happens for a reason right?

.....

Week 6

Dallas Winston was in a god awful mood today, even worse then her usual moods. She huffed as she pulled herself off of Bucks bathroom floor and flushed the toilet, brushing her teeth in an effort to get the taste of vomit away from her mouth. She groaned and splashed her face with cold water, groaning a bit as she gazed in the mirror.

She was by all means a pretty girl. She was about 5'9 and weighed a nice 125 pounds, with a pleasant curve to her body and a rounded face, with wild brown hair, her skin having a dusting of freckles across it.

She groaned a bit and got dressed, frowning as she looked down and noticed her stomach was ever so slightly rounded. She just took it as a sign that she'd finally began putting on weight (Darry had suggested to her that she do) and carried on.

She went outside and saw Buck smoking. Normally she would join in for a stick or two, but her stomach clenched at it and another bout of nausea hit her. She groaned and went back inside. Maybe her period was close?

She laid back on her bed and through about whatever came to mind. She grimes as a craving for a blizzard from Dairy Queen hit her, but she again shrugged it off as her period coming.

Week 9

She was with the Curtis Gang when another wave of Nausea hit her. She groaned mentally, shifted in her seat on the couch, and tried to go back to watching the movie. Her period hadn't come yet, but it had never been regular anyways. She just tried to watch the movie and eat popcorn, but the taste just only made the nausea worse.

Week 13

Dallas frowned in the mirror and lifted up her shirt. Her stomach was starting to curve out now, and she had gained about 10 or so pounds, but it wasn't soft like she'd expect. It was almost like jello more then anything. She frowned and tugged her shirt down, frowning as she still saw it poke out. She sighed, thinking to herself.

When her period hadn't come for 2 months, she took it as a blessing. Now it had been three months, and her mind began to wonder to another option, one she wants entirely sure she was ready to face.

"Am I....." She mumbled to herself before dismissing the thought. That wasn't a reality she was ready for.

That she was pregnant, and fucking Tim Shepard was the father.

She just shook her head and grabbed a beer, or thought about it before grabbing a water instead. Just in case.

Week 15

She sighed as she saw her belly poke out more. She had to be pregnant, there was no other explanation at this point, but her mind refused to really believe it.

She walked to the drugstore and grabbed a test, one of the slightly more expensive ones, and took it, anxiously pacing until it dinged 5 minutes later.

She picked it up and just shook her head in resignation. Postive.

Oh.....that Shepard was so going to pay for this....after she puked.

Week 18

She walked into the clinic shyly, wearing a jacket to hide her bump. She didn't need any rumors flying already. She hadn't even told the gang yet, although, she was sure Darry suspected. She filled out the chart and waited in the room, looking at the other women there and looking away when she found herself staring at just how large a few of them were. She sighed softly as a doctor called her back for the first Ultrasound.

She got on the seat and saw an odd looking machine. Ultrasounds were still rather new technology, only having come out 10 years ago. She wasn't entirely sure she trusted it.

The doctor told her to lay on her back and lift her shirt, which she did shyly. She usually wasn't so shy, but doctors always made her nervous.

The doctor put a gel on her stomach before moving the wand-like object around. Dallas looked at the screen anxiously until a shape came into being.

The doctor looked over the screen for a while. "When was the last time you were...active...?" The doctor asked.

Dallas thought for a moment. "Almost 4 months ago..." She said softly. She was known for sleeping around, but she stopped shortly after she began to notice the pregnancy, more ashamed of her weight at the time than anything.

The doctor nodded and thought a bit more. He explained a few more things, stating that the baby looked in good health and was growing nicely.

The doctor printed her a photo and got it developed the same day for her. She took it and walked off, her mind swarming.

Week 20

It turns out, Tim Shepard was a really hard guy to find when she actually wanted to see him. She grumbled and walked around his part of town. She had her bump hidden as best she could, but her jacket did little to hide it these days.

She then decided to walk to the drive in and smirked seeing Tim's car. Slashing tires always got his attention. She flicked her blade and slashed a hole in one and walked off.

She walked to the Curtis house and let herself in like usual. She handed around before sitting by Johnny, subtly frowning as her bump (which was halfway by now) seemed to be more pronounced when she sat.

Johnny sat by her and looked at her in concern. "How are ya doin' Dal?" He asked.

"Fine." She said, before Two-bit politely handed out beer. He handed her one but she polity sent it away.

The jokester frowned at her. "What's up Dal? You sick?"

"Something like that." She replied, looking down.

Darry came from the kitchen and looked at her. He must have just finished a shower. "Unzip." He said, gesturing to her jacket.

Dally arched a brow in fake confusion, but Darry gave a look and she slowly complied, unzipping the jacket which let her bump be that much bigger.

"I knew it." He said. "You're pregnant aren't you?"

Dally looked down with a small nod.

Darry sighed. "Do you at least know who the father is?"

Dally glared a bit before realising he had a point, as she had the reputation. She nods. "It's Tim."

"Fucking what?!" Steve yelled in surprise. Sure, everyone knew she and Tim messed around, but Dallas Fucking Winston....pregnant ?

"Does he know?" Johnny asked quietly. He had suspected, but never said anything.

Dallas sighed. "Not yet...haven't been able to find him."

"Ah, speak of the Devil." Soda said, who had been watching out the window. A few seconds later, there was an angry knock.

Dallas instinctively went to zip her jacket, but Johnny grabbed her hand and stopped her, shaking his head.

"He deserves to know." He said. "Let him see."

Dallas swallowed. Why was she so nervous...?

Darry opened the door to reveal an angry Tim in all of his glory. God, he was sexy when mad. (Which, when Dally reflected, is what landed her in the situation in the first place.)

"Where's Dallas?" Tim asked in cold Anger.

"Inside but....well..." Darry stumbled for a moment. "well, you'll just have to see for yourself."

Tim arched a brow in confusion but stepped inside the Curtis house, his eyes landing on the Brunette. Something was off, he knew it. He could feel the tension in the air.

He stepped closer, and by the third step, he realised what was off. He glanced down and saw a definite swell on Dallas. He blinked and then saw it again.

There was a long silence.

"It's mine isn't it...?" Tim asked slowly, his anger seeming to fade away.

Dallas stayed silent for a moment and nodded, looking away.

Tim swallowed and walked up to her. He knealt before her, which was a rarity. Dallas looked at him confused.

Tim put a shakey hand on the swell and sighed. He looked at Dallas and then back to the bump. "I'll try to be there....if you want me that is?" He looked at her.

Dallas swallowed, the look in his eyes holding a....pleading feel. She looked down. "Sure..." She mumbled.

Week 25

Tim had began coming to the Curtis house more often to see and be with Dallas. They were in an awkward relationship to say the least, as neither had been on any real dates with the other but now they were having a kid together.

They had also began looking for a cheap apartments to live since Tim's side of town was not ideal and Bucks was a horrible place for a child.

She was on the couch eating some candies in the Curtis living room. They were the only ones at house currently, since Pony was in school and the others were out and about.

Tim sat beside her awkwardly and they held a small staring contest before Dallas felt something. "I think the kid kicked..." She said, unsure. She had felt it move before, but never actually kick.

Tim looked at her and, almost shyly, touched her bump, and soon enough, felt the kick hismelf. His eyes winded and a grin lit his face. He kissed the bump a bit and smiled softly. "I promise to be better for you than either of our dads were." He said to it.

Dally felt her eyes tear up, the sweet sentiment doing a number on her emotions. There was no way she'd make it through this with her dignity in tact.

Week 30

Now nearing the last stretch of her pregnancy, Dallas Winston was very obviously pregnant, and the talk of Tulsa. And she was sick of it, and impulsively said she was gonna join the rumble, which lead to a rather dumb argument.

She was out for a walk to clear her head after the dumb argument with Tim, when she heard the signature thrum of a car. She didn't think anything of it until she saw it was most definitely a socs car. She hoped they were just passing through since, as much as she hated to admit it, she probably couldn't fight for shit with this bump on her which was already giving her a slight waddle.

The car kept following her, slowing. She sighed. Great. Fucking perfect. She frowned as she realised it was night, and friend more as she saw the socs were drunk. She reached for her knife, only to realise she never brought it.

"nice going..." She thought to herself. "You totally screwed yourself."

A group of 7 socs popped out, and she noticed on was Bob. She glared at them and tried to keep going, but Bob grabbed her by the arm and slammed her against him. She gaged at the smell of alcohol and smoke.

"shit...." She thought panicked as she saw the group all had knives.

"Look what we have 'ere boys....a pregnant slut..." Bob slurred loudly to the group who laughed.

Normally, she would have already beat the group to pulp, but she suddenly remembered she was very pregnant when she squirmed and fled the child squirm. She shivered as bob lifted her shirt up and pressed his knife Into her stomach, drawing a small amount of blood.

"shit...." She panicked mentally, trying to get away. Bob gripped her tighter.

"Stop moving. It would be a shame if something happened to a mother before birth." The drunk taunted.

Her body froze and she looked down, her heart racing, trying to think of an out. She noticed she was surrounded and whimpered a bit against her will.

"Aww. Is mommy Winston scared?" A doc cooed mockingly. She yelled as she saw the man brace to punch her, aiming for her stomach as bob held her...

But the blow never came. She peered an eye open to see a very, very pissed off Tim Shepard. She had never seen the man so mad!

"Leave her alone you punk." Tim growled, holding the socs wrist firmly.

"Oh, it's her knight in shining hair!" Bob laughed.

"Actually, she has two." Came Two-bits voice from behind Bob. Two-bit held his prized knife to bob's neck, which made the doc let go of Dallas, who took off back to her and Tim's new place. It want by any means a great apartment, but it would serve until they could afford an actual house.

Tim came in a few minutes after, a little bloody but otherwise fine. He walked in and looked her over.

By now, the Adrenaline had worn off, and the realization of what almost happened hit Dallas hard. She wrapped her arms firmly around Tim and started to cry a bit.

Tim stood stunned before wrapping his arms firmly around her and rubbing her back, gently rocking.

"T-They were gonna...." She whimpered out quietly through chocked sobs.

Tim frowned and kissed her head. "I know Babe, I know." He said softly.

That was the night something shifted in both of them.

Week 38

Dallas was 2 weeks away from her due date, which everyone was happy for. Partly to meet the new baby, but also to make her not be pregnant anymore since she was even moodier now.

She was on the couch at the Curtis house and curled up, sitting with Johnny while Tim was out. She was eating some chocolate Tim had gotten her. She shifted around and Johnny glanced at her.

"You alright?" He asked

"Yeah, the kids just kicking more than usual is all." She said.

Johnny nodded, doubtful.

Indeed, a few hours later, she hissed in pain. "That wasn't a kick...." She grumbled to Johnny.

Johnny ran and got the phone, Calling Darry.

"Dallas is in Labor."

15 hours later....

Tim frowned as he held her hand gently and squeezed it. Dallas had been in labor for almost 15 hours now and had murder in her eyes.

Tim couldn't blame her for wanting to murder him. He kissed her head. It turns out, Dallas was allergic to Epidural and all the other medicines they tried didn't really help her, so she had felt almost everything for the last 15 hours.

"I'm going to kill you after this..." She grumbled as another contraction passed.

22 hours....

Tim grunted as Dallas squeezed his hand again. The pushing had come, and Tim had looked to see the baby, having been told it was a miracle. Well, turns out, that is a trap and he never looked again, just Focusing on Dallas. "You're almost done babe." He said softly as she panted.

Her blocked out her profanity in exchange for the sound of a sheer cry. Tim looked at the child and felt his eyes water.

"It's a boy." A nurse said

He left Dallas to watch them clean his son off, revealing the soft blond hair the kid had. The nurses swaddled him and handed Tim the child. Tim awkwardly held the kid before crying a bit.

His son looked a lot like him, but had some features of Dallas, like the ears and the general face shape.

"You plan on sharing?" Dallas asked quietly in amusement.

Tim blushed embarassed and handed their son to her. She held him with a fond smile, as all her worry melted away. She kissed his red forehead and giggled.

It was strange for Tim to see her hold a baby with such a fond look, but he just smiled. It was a good strange.

He sat by her and put his arm under her and kissed her head. "Not bad."

And thus, Ethan Shepard had entered the world.

[whyareyouhere66]

Imagine/Fic Links

So I already made a list of all the fandoms/characters i’m gonna write for, but I don’t actually have anywhere with all the fic links, 

So I’m putting them here! Just to make it more organized, y’know?

no idea how often I’ll update it, so if there are some links missing then that’s why

ALSO- make sure to scroll because it is gonna grow a lot and you might miss something you’d like so just bare with me as you scroll through this-

These are the characters/fandoms I write for - link

The Outsiders-

Late Night [Angst, Sodapop and Steve friendship]

Mini Series - Grief: [CW: mentions of major character death (Johnny and Dally), no reader, no ships, implied violence/drinking]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This [Ponyboy Curtis]

Wish You Were Here. [Two-Bit Matthews]

To Where You Are [Sodapop Curtis]

Fire and Rain. [Darrel Curtis]

Let It Be. [Dallas Winston & Johnny Cade]

[Steve Randle in progress]

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How They’d React to Your Friend Flirting With Them [HC] [GN Reader]

Sodapop Curtis -

Started With a Ring   [Male Reader]

Vandalize    [Fem or GN Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love  [Male Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Part 2. [Male Reader]

Showering With Sodapop [HC] [GN Reader- NOT SMUT]

I love you. [Male Reader]

Snowed In. [GN Reader/ Reader using Fae/Faer/Faers pronouns]

Steve Randle

Wrong Direction  [Fem Reader]

Dallas Winston

The One That Got Away   [Fem Reader]

Anxious Reader HC. [Fem Reader]

Showering with Dallas [HC] [GN Reader - Not smut]

Darry Curtis

Coping Mechanism. [GN Reader]

Physical Affection [HC]. [GN Reader]

Just a little thought I had [GN Reader]

Let It Snow [GN Reader]

Showering with Darry [HC] [GN Reader- Not smut]

Ponyboy Curtis

Secret. [Fem Reader]

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random Tim and Sylvia thing from when they were kids

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The Mighty Ducks-

The Ducks-

The Ducks in a Haunted House [HC]   [No reader, just an HC]

TV. [GN Reader, no romantic stuff but lots on Adam]

Charlie Conway-

Exile - Part 1   [GN Reader]

Exile - Part 2   [GN Reader]

Kenny Wu -

Homework and Cuddles   [GN reader] 

Dean Portman-

Reunion [Fem Reader]

Reminder: there is much more to come! Y’all should see my drafts-

.

MHA -

Lies [Male Reader]

Lies pt 2. [Male Reader]

Too Late [GN Reader] tw! for blood/implied death

Tokoyami-

Nail Polish. [GN Reader]

Mezo Shoji

Dating HCs. [GN Reader]

Pulled Away. [Male Reader]

Neito Monoma

Just Can’t Help Myself. [Fem Reader]

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Haikyuu-

Haikyuu Characters as Quotes From my Life [HC]

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Total Drama Island -

Duncan-

Hanahaki Disease Part 1   [Male Reader]

Hanahaki Disease Part 2   [Male Reader]  WARNING: hanahaki disease (duh)

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Julie and the Phantoms -

Reggie Peters-

See You Again.  [GN Reader]

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The Sandlot -

Benny Rodriguez

Do It Again. [Male Reader]

Visitor. [GN Reader]

Rumors. [GN Reader]

Touch. [Male Reader]

Call Me A Snitch. [GN Reader]

.

Newsies -

Spot Conlon-

Idk U Yet [Prologue/Part1]. [GN Reader]

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Chubby Reader HCs. [GN Reader]. (I recommend combining this one with the other HCs just for one big thing of Spot HCs)

Jack Kelly-

Love at your Convenience. [GN Reader]

Mike Faist (actor)

Pleasant Distraction. [Fem Reader]

Found Family. [FTM Reader]

His Smile. [Fem Reader]

Racetrack Higgins

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Kid Blink

How you met/Asking you out HCs. [GN Reader]

Finch

Rooftop. [GN Reader]

Mush

Thank You. [Fem Reader]

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IT 2017

Henry Bowers-

Untitled Lol. [Male Reader]

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Harry Potter Fandom

Owe It All To You. [GN Reader x !Father Figure! Remus Lupin]

Draco Malfoy -

Perhaps, Perhaps. [Male Reader]

.

Marvel

Look What You Made Me Do [Male Stark !Vigilante! Reader]

[Almost] a Loss. [Dad! Loki x !Son!Teen!Reader]

DNA [Dad! Loki x !Son!Villain(?) Reader]

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Outerbanks

JJ Maybank -

You Are Home [Male Reader]

Kook Prince [Male Reader]

Smoked. [Male Reader]

Lonesome [Male Reader]

Safe With Me [Male Reader]

So Say It [Male Reader] Bonus part

His Sweet, Sweet Words. [Male Reader]

Awake With You. [Male Reader]

Kiss It Better [Male Reader]

Love You Like a (drunk Love Song. [Male Reader]

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Extra (various)

Polaroid. [GN Reader]

Thinking about… [Fem-coded Reader]

I’ll try to update this as much as I can, and again I promise there is more to come! My drafts are full rn man soooo-

Feel free to send in a request!!

[sophie-i-guess13]

Darrel Curtis - DO NOT REPOST MY WORK

[ angst 💙 fluff 💛 gen 🤎 romance ❤️]

Broken Wings [💙]

What Are Big Brothers For? [💛]

Requests

37 | not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out [💛❤️]

43 | raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly [❤️💛]

12 | possessive hand holding [💛❤️]

14 | grabbing hand to show them something [💛❤️]

Darry x Tim ❤️💛

Happy!Tarry Headcanons

Darry x Dallas Headcanons❤️💛

Darry x Dallas Hurt/Comfort Headcanons

Darry x Dallas💙❤️

Group Hug💛

Darry x Dallas sick fic💛

Darry x Fem!Reader [Platonic]💛💙

I play my blues for the small town kids [ muddy water - The Deslondes ]💙

[lovelyyy-luna]

come out and play

pairing: (dallas winston x fem!reader )

fandom: the outsiders

type: angst

warning: body shaming, depressing stuff, overdosing on pills

request: @yeetwinchester2: Can you do 1, 5, and 10 from your prompt list with Dally? Thank you!!!💙💛

prompt(s):

1. “It’s alright, I'm right here”

5. “Please hold me”

9. “Don’t listen to them”

word count: 773

a/n: I am so sorry that this is almost a year late.

date: march 8, 2021

masterlist

The nights had gotten harder. You could barely sleep. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend Dallas about it but could never bring yourself to. Even though he's rough around the edges he had a soft spot for you.

You sit up in your bed and turn your light on. The thoughts in your head overtook your confidence. You walk out of your room and into your living room. Your footsteps echo throughout your empty apartment.

You had just moved in a few days ago and everything was still in boxes. Moving out of your parent's house was one of the best things you've ever done for yourself. They were horrible human beings. The punches and slaps hurt, the markings would go away but their words were engraved into your brain.

“You're too fat” “you will never be good enough for anyone” “no wonder no one wants you, you'll open your legs for a compliment.”

when Dallas and the gang found how bad your home life was, they tried everything to get you out but you couldn't leave. You kept telling them that they were your family and that it was okay. It was a month ago where you had the last straw. Their words constantly haunt you. You didn't want to die, you just wanted the pain to die.

Johnny found you in your bathroom unconscious. You took a lot of pills and were overdosing. An ambulance was called and Darry made the call that you were living with them. You had to decline because they had too many people living there and you didn't want to burden them. Dallas suggested that you live with him over at Bucks and he didn't take no for an answer.

You moved into bucks over those next few days. The gang went to your house to box up your belongings so you wouldn't have to face your parents.

Dallas talked to the guys about how he got a small apartment and he wanted you to live with him. You were so happy. And so in love.

After he told you about the apartment he went out with Johnny and obviously got in a fight. But this was involved with the sheriff's son so Dal got a month in the cooler.

You had to move into the new apartment by yourself. The gang helped you move in but since they were busy with work and school they couldn't always stay long.

Tim would stop by some nights just to make sure you were okay. Johnny was actually the only one that would stay the night. You made it clear to him that he was welcome anytime because you knew the situation he was in.

Tonight Dallas was supposed to come home from the cooler but he didn't. You call Darry to see if he stopped by and he did. “Yeah, kid he’s here wanna talk to him?”

“No Dar it's fine I’ll see him when he comes home.”

“Okay kid see you later.”

You kinda wished Dal came home right when he got out but you didn't wanna seem controlling.

An hour later you were on the couch reading a book when you heard the door jiggle. Dallas walked and sighed.

“Hey, doll. You miss me?”

“Of course I missed you. I just wished you came home right when you got out.”

“I know I’m a sorry doll. I just wanted to see the guys before I spent the whole weekend with you.”

He gives you a long kiss. You missed him.

After the kiss, he goes to take a shower, and you are left alone again. Alone with your thoughts.

You tried your best to be positive and keep busy when he was gone but now you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Those thoughts flooded your brain and you broke down once again. You tried to keep your sobs silent but that didn’t work.

Dallas was already dressed when he heard your stifled sobs. He came into the living room and knelt by you.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“They keep repeating in my head.”

He tries to wipe the tears away but you couldn’t stop.

“Baby don’t listen to them.”

“I try but it’s so hard.”

“I know it is but all you gotta do right now take a deep breath. You need to steady your breath.”

He breathes with you causing you to be just a little bit calm.

“Dallas?”

“Yeah doll?”

“Can you please hold me?”

“Of course.” he gets behind you and holds you.

Your breathing was just slightly erratic, he strokes your head and whispers, “It’s alright, I’m right here.”

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[licaliquor]

“The Birthday Party”

fantasy scenario x fem reader {from: fantasy scenario x reader serie}

friends to lovers

A Tim Burton’s type of adveture

Inspired by Lewis Carroll's work: “Alice's Adventures Under Ground”also known as: “Alice in Wonderland” and “Coraline and the Secret Door”

Anche quel pomeriggio d'autunno pioveva incessantemente e la casa della giovane era cosparsa d’un atmosfera grigia e buia come sempre durante quella tetra stagione. Il pranzo era appena terminato e tutti sembravano essere stati assopiti da un sonno fatale,mentre ella,l'unica ancora dagli occhi vigili,era immersa in una noiosa lettura scolastica sulla quale avrebbe dovuto in seguito svolgere degli esercizi. Ogni tanto le capitava di voltare lo sguardo verso angoli della stanza dove le cadeva l'occhio,come se la coda di quest'ultimo avesse visto di sfuggita qualcosa muoversi al di là di esso ma presto concluse che si stava solo illudendo accusandosi d’una mancanza d’attenzione,eppure in alcuni attimi le appariva persino di udire qualcuno che la chiamasse per nome,una voce flebile ma chiara,come a cercare la sua attenzione insistentemente. Tuttavia chiunque fosse doveva aspettare,la ragazza non si sarebbe mossa dalla scrivania fino alla fine del compito a lei assegnato, e di fatto per alcuni minuti riuscì nel suo intento, studiò senza alcun fastidio,i brutti scherzi della sua mente annoiata sembravano essersi dissolti,ma ora un rumore costante iniziava a farla uscire di senno. Un tintinnio metallico,simile al suono emesso da un triangolo d'orchestra,non smetteva di echeggiare da qualche parte fuori dalla sua stanza. "Che almeno segua lo spartito" Pensò istintivamente iniziando a perdere la pazienza con quel rumore che adesso pareva provenire più da un campanello rotto. "Insomma,un po' di impegno,ci saranno delle note da seguire per non farlo sembrare un disastro." Continuò a riflettere fra sé e sé per poi perdere del tutto la ragione e uscire dalla camera respirando profondamente. Iniziò a inseguire quel suono dal corridoio ma ad ogni suo passo sul lungo tappeto bordaux, in tinta con le pareti,esso sembrava allontanarsi. Che qualcuno si stesse facendo burla di lei? Ormai non sarebbe tornata più indietro,era una sfida,doveva catturare qualsiasi cosa producesse quel suono e sempre più determinata dopo qualche minuto di ricerca pensò di essere vicina alla sua vincita,il campanellino ora le era a un metro da lei,lo sentiva,tuttavia intorno ad ella non vi era nulla di chiaro che emettesse quel rumore. Si guardò intorno tentando di ragionare con quel sottofondo infernale,quando si accorse ch’egli proveniva da dietro la porta alla sua sinistra,la porta del ripostiglio. Appena capì che era al suo interno un brivido la pervase e un sussulto tramutò la sua espressione in timore. Il ripostiglio era sempre stato chiuso a chiave,e lei non era mai stata autorizzata ad entrare al suo interno,nemmeno per dare un occhiata,era pieno di cassette degli attrezzi e oggetti appuntiti perciò le era sempre stato vietato l'accesso e per logica se quello che vi era sempre stato all’interno per tutti quegli anni erano solo inutili arnesi le risultava impossibile che qualcosa potesse tintinnare da lì. Non avevano campanelli o strumenti musicali in casa,nemmeno giocattoli di alcun tipo, tanto meno difettosi da suonare da soli. Nel mentre il rumore continuava a frastornarle la mente,la quale offuscata da quei pensieri colmi d’ansia le palesava i possibili orrori che potevano celarsi oltre la soglia di quello stanzino. Finché non resistette più a quella tensione,perse il controllo e aprì la porta senza farsi più scrupoli,mandando in fumo ogni natura di ragionamento che stava architettando per risolvere quella situazione e difendersi da un eventuale pericolo.

Rimase subito colpita dal trovare la maniglia della stanza proibita aperta,e non appena distolse lo sguardo da quest'ultima sobbalzò alla vista d'un ragazzo fermo proprio davanti l'uscio, circondato solo dal buio di quell'angusto e polveroso luogo nascosto. Egli era immobile davanti a lei, tenendo con due lunghe dita a dir poco scheletriche,a mezz'aria una campanella,ora anch'essa ferma con lui. Era impossibile non notare com’egli fosse d'un pallore cadaverico,la pelle si ingrigiva nelle estremità e cavità del suo alto e longilineo corpo,e il suo viso scavato e dagli scuri occhi stanchi ora fissava in basso la giovane con un lieve sorriso privo d'alcuna emozione o sfumatura,mentre dei ciuffi corvini ricadevano sul suo volto. Non aveva mai visto quel ragazzo in tutta la sua vita,e le circostanze con cui lo aveva raggiunto le davano tutte le ragioni per diffidare e essere impaurita da quest'ultimo.

"Finalmente sei arrivata,era da molto che suonavo sai." Le disse abbassando il braccio e intascando la campanella nel suo completo formale ed elegante, sui toni del grigio scuro.

"Mi scusi tanto." Rispose spontaneamente la ragazza anche se ancora confusa su come egli fosse entrato in casa,da quanto abitasse lì con loro e perché si fosse rinchiuso nello stanzino per tutto quel tempo senza mai accendere la luce.

"Lei..chi è?" Chiese con sincera perplessità la giovane.

"Ma cosa dici cara? Non mi riconosci più?..." Rispose con un'altra domanda il ragazzo dall'aria sorpresa. Ella era stupita quanto lui,era certa fosse la prima volta che si incontrassero.

"Non ricordi quando giocavi con i miei capelli?" Le chiese sfiorando delicatamente le ciocche della ragazza,mentre invitandola a seguirlo iniziava a fargli strada nei meandri dello stanzino con solo il lume d'una candela in mano.

"Quando prendevamo il thé insieme a Teddy e la signorina Redwin? O quando mentre studiavi ti lasciavo scritti sui quaderni i miei messaggi e quando ti riempivo di bigliettini sopra ogni tuo giocattolo?" Si interruppe volgendole ancora uno sguardo speranzoso. “Non ricordi neanche ogni volta che giocavamo a nascondino e tu mi trovavi sempre? Nemmeno Pluto o Grimetta riuscivano a trovarmi ma a te non si poteva nascondere niente...eppure un giorno ti scordasti di venirmi a cercare,dimenticasti di venire a cercare tutti quanti in realtà... ed è da quel giorno che sono chiuso qui con gli altri. Se non ci avessi ritrovato non saremmo mai potuti uscire da questo ripostiglio o da qualsiasi altro luogo dove ci avevi lasciati nascondere." Le spiegò brevemente il giovane tentando di farle riaffiorare anche solo una memoria di quelle avventure.

"Io non avevo amici da bambina..." Replicò con amarezza la ragazza sempre più dubbiosa sull'identità e le intenzioni dello straniero. "Sei sicura?"Le chiese fermandosi per guardarla negli occhi sollevandole con un dito il mento per un istante.

"È quello che mi hanno raccontato i miei genitori..non ho molti ricordi della mia infanzia."Continuò a sostenere la sua tesi con esitazione la ragazza.

"Ma è logico,loro non potevano vederci,solo tu potevi,perché tu ci hai creati anche se ahimè poi sei cresciuta..." Spiegò lo sconosciuto senza perder fiducia nella ragazza.

Y/n sussultò nuovamente,a quel punto qualcosa parve tornargli alla mente.

"Tu sei Timothy?! Il mio amico immaginario delle elementari?!" Domandò incredula,ed in parte anche spaventata di come quell'entità ora avesse vita propria senza la sua immaginazione e fosse persino invecchiato con lei. "Indovinato." Rispose sorridente ancora una volta il ragazzo.

"Come potevo riconoscerti? Anche tu sei cambiato molto in questi anni..." Ammise la ragazza.

"Tu trovi? Eppure sono sempre lo stesso,nessuno qui ti ha mai dimenticata." Concluse il discorso per poi finalmente giungere davanti agli altri,infondo quello sperduto stanzino non era poi così piccolo come appariva.

Ella rimase qualche minuto stupita,non sapeva da dove iniziare alla vista di tutti i vecchi amici d’infanzia dentro quella stanza nascosta dalle pareti consumate e la pallida luce bianca. "Te li ricordi ancora i nomi vero?" Le sussurrò il ragazzo vedendola in difficoltà.

"Grimetta!" Esordì nel vedere il cambiamento della ragazza dalle orecchie a punta. “Y/n,gli elfi ancora ti fanno brutti scherzi?" Le chiese scherzosamente l’amica dal pollice verde.

"Pluto,ci sei anche tu!"Si voltò verso il vecchio capitano dei pirati. "Hey-la! Mozzo di mare! Saranno passati almeno 10 anni dall'ultimo arrembaggio."Rispose l'agile anziano,avvicinando le labbra al boccale di birra che teneva in mano e bevendo la bibita con voracità,sporcandosi di schiuma la lunga barba rossa. "Oh,perdonami capitano.." Cercò di scusarsi della lunga assenza,ma presto quelle scuse si rivelarono futili o accettate di fronte alla birra che già gli aveva fatto dimenticare qualsiasi cosa avesse detto.

"Teddy! Redwin! ci siete tutti!" Rivolse un ultimo saluto all'orso e la paperella gialla dal foulard rosso di seta. "Ben tornata!" Accolsero entrambi con vera nostalgia la vecchia compagna di giochi.

"Avanti! abbiamo preparato da mangiare!" Le sussurrò ancora una volta il giovane amico d’infanzia per poi farle strada verso la tavola imbandita di thé e biscotti glassati di tutti i tipi.

Non c'era angolo della lunga tovaglia bianca,dagli orli adornati d’una fantasia di fiori azzurri,che fosse vuoto. Ovunque vi erano dolcetti,cucchiaini d'argento e zollette di zucchero su piatti e tazzine di ceramica bianca dai bordi come spessi fili di spago d'oro e man mano ogni uno si accomodò,tenendo il capotavola solo per lei che alla destra aveva sempre Timothy a guidarla in ogni sua mossa.

"Al ritorno della giovane regina dei sette mari!"Incitò tutti a brindare il pirata, mentre afferrava l'ennesimo boccale scontrandolo con le varie tazzine da thé contenenti proprio quest'ultimo.

"Tranquilla a breve dopo tutta quella birra si addormenterà come suo solito." La rassicurò il ragazzo parlandole sempre in modo che solo lei potesse udirlo.

"Sei mancata molto a tutti e noi elfi abbiamo fatto questa proprio per il tuo ritorno." Le confessò la creatura dei boschi dall'aria energica poggiandole sul capo una coroncina di rose dai petali rosati. Infondo anche lei era rimasta sempre la stessa,i suoi modi allegri e la sua generosità continuavano a contraddistinguerla.

"Grazie...è veramente bell-" Non riuscì a complimentarsi per tempo con la fatina che quell'intreccio di gambi senza spine le cadde sul naso,era un po' larga effettivamente,ma la ragazza l'avrebbe indossata comunque. "A-ah sono un disastro scusami." Disse a Grimetta mentre con una mano si approcciava nell'aggiustarla ma Timothy la precedette senza darle tempo di sistemarsi da sola. "Oh,emh,grazie.." Ringraziò timidamente il ragazzo della sua premura iniziando a versarsi delle zollette di zucchero nella tazzina.

"È ora della torta amici miei!" Gridò Il capitano ormai ubriaco, sull'orlo del delirio.

"Oh!Sì! ci penso io!" E in uno sbatter d'alì l’esile fata portò a tavola una splendida torta bianca,cosparsa di panna e frutta decorata dalla scritta: "Auguri Y/n" "Voi...sapete del mio compleanno? Credevo questo fosse solo per il mio ritorno…" Chiese piacevolmente sorpresa la ragazza, capendo che loro erano gli unici in quel giorno ad essersene ricordati.

"Perché? Abbiamo sbagliato giorno?!"Domandò presa dal panico Grimetta. "Nono! è oggi! ma voi siete gli unici ad avermi fatto gli auguri,e nemmeno ero a conoscenza che voi sapeste del mio compleanno." Ammise con un filo di tristezza la giovane.

"Come potremmo dimenticarci di te?" Chiese Teddy con sincera perplessità. "Io crescendo ho dimenticato tutti voi...ho dimenticato di cercarvi e-"Rivelò i suoi sensi di colpa la festeggiata che quasi sentiva di non meritare quelle cortesi attenzioni. "E va bene così,ogni uno di noi è cresciuto e ogni uno di noi ha sbagliato proprio come te,non è ciò che ci rende umani per caso?" La interruppe Tim provando a mostrarle ciò che vedeva lui.

"Il Capitano dopo la tua assenza ha iniziato a bere,Teddy e Redwin hanno litigato per settimane intere e Grimetta ha disobbedito spesso alla sua famiglia nel giardino,ma fa parte dello scorrere del tempo Y/n."Ella lo guardò ancora abbattuta.

"E tu? Anche tu hai sbagliato? No,l'unica che ti ha fatto un torto sono stata io." Si rimproverò la ragazza alzandosi rapidamente e provando a ritornare nel corridoio,capendo che ormai era tempo d'andare. "Sì anch'io ho sbagliato a modo mio."Le disse fermandola per un polso. "Mi sono innamorato della persona sbagliata,l'unica che non potrò mai avere." Dichiarò con tristezza anche lui guardandola negli occhi un'ultima volta,finché la giovane non perse gradualmente i sensi risvegliandosi nuovamente nella sua cameretta.

"Che è successo?" Si domandò ancora stordita dal sonno.

"I compiti! Ma che ore sono?!" Si preoccupò recandosi immediatamente sulla scrivania più simile ad un’isola di libri e quaderni impilati,ma non appena sfogliò il libro di letteratura un post-it giallo dalla colla consumata cadde al centro delle varie carte sparse sulla superficie,dubbiosa su come esso fosse finito lì dentro non usando mai lei quell’attrezzatura da cartoleria,lesse ciò che vi era scritto:

"Buon Compleanno

-per sempre tuo,Tim."

[the-outsiders-blogg]

Tim x fem! Dallas? ? ?

A ✨concept✨ ok

this may be cOntRoVerSiaL but i could totally see Dallas being a little androgynous in a modern au (maybe not totally fem but)

(imagine him with makeup here’s an edit from @naturallesbain​)

(**also see this reference picture)

Ofc Tim would keep his Tough Guy Leather Jacket Look

They’d be a very aesthetic couple ngl

Idk if any of y’all will know what this means but they’d be an east austin couple

Tbh their outfits would be coordinated NOT matching

I bet they’d go clubbin a lot

Dallas would definitely use a ton of hair products and take forever to get ready

Tim would be like “aRe yoU reAdY tO LeAvE yEt?!?!?”