#curly shepard imagines

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Curls

Literally no reason to post this except to say that Curly Shepard could beat the ever loving shit out of me and I'd say thank you.

This dude could humiliate me and laugh in my face and I'd pay him money. (I'm not even into degradation!)

If he agreed to curbstomp me I'd be already getting down before he even had the chance to look at me.

Curly could push me out of a third story window and I'd be like "Sorry about the mess, I'll clean my own blood." Even if I was on the brink of death.

I would inflate his ego so much that Angela would have to beg me to stop even breathing in his direction.

[slipknot-and-titties]

It's Loop. I'm not dead, just nothing exciting (I have nothing legal to post) has happened recently, but next week, I might put out some fic about @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me 's saloon x the outsiders / TWTTIN so yeah

[dior-desire]

johnny cade crushing on a popular soc hcs

“ she smiled and looked at me, i was surprised to see, that a woman like that was really into me. ”

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— the two of you met in class, although he never talked unless the teacher called on him—you thought he was the cutest thing

— being a soc, you would never get the chance to actually have a civil conversation with him without being judged, so you just ended up pushing all those thoughts to the side

— that was until one day, the teacher had asked if you could come back during your lunch hr so that she could ask you something

— once the bell rung and it was time for lunch and you made your way to her class. walking into her class you made eye contact with the one and only johnny cade

— “ i’m glad you here ( your name ), i wanted to ask if you could help johnny here study for the upcoming exam? ”

— johnny cringed and looked away in embarrasment, “ of course ms. jones, when should i start? ”

— that day johnny had came over your house and the two of you only got closer there on

— johnny noticed how you werent like the other socs, you never made fun of someone because of their social class and had a good image amongst both socs and greasers

— the only person who knew that you and johnny had been talking was ponyboy, johnny would reguarly vent to him on how he wanted so badly to confess but he wouldnt want to tarnish your reputation

— as johnny and you spent more time studying together at your house, the tension between you two grew. one day, while going over notes for the upcoming exam, johnny couldn't contain his feelings any longer. he looked into your eyes and confessed how he felt, his voice trembled a bit from nervousness. It was a sweet moment that made your heart skip a beat

— after the confession, you both couldn't help but smile and laugh, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. from that day on, your study sessions turned into moments of shared affection and stolen glances. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship

— once you and johnny got together, ponyboy was so proud that it ended up slipping out to sodapop, and of course it wouldnt take long for the whole gang to find out

— they all bombarded johnny with questions,

“ whered yall meet? ”,

“ you’ve been to her house?! ”

“ have yall done anything yet?? ”,

“ she got a sister?? ”

— everybody was happy for johnny, while dallas on the other hand was a little upset on why he was just finding out johnny had a gf

— soon enough you end up meeting the gang and of course everybody loves you but once again dallas is still iffy

— he wouldn’t want some soc girl to break johnnys heart so he still had his guard up around you

— once dallas got to know you better he seen that your intentions with johnny were pure and even looked at you like a little sister, not by any means would he ever admit it though

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[darrysgirl]

Handcuffs || Dallas Winston

Warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!dally, sub!reader, blindfolding, handcuffing

Summary: reader teases Dallas infront of the gang, making him really hard. he takes reader back home and punishes her.

Word count: 822

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It was around ten in the evening, the whole gang, except from Darry since he was at work. I was sat on the couch on Dally’s lap, I couldn’t get comfy so i kept moving about, feeling something hard underneath me. “Stop moving.” Dally groans quietly in my ear. I kiss his cheek and continue to move around. He leans his forehead on my shoulder. “Fucking stop it.” He whispers, I go to get up, discreetly grabbing his crotch. I walk into the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water.

Dallas walks in after me, slapping my ass as he stand behind me. Pressing his crotch onto my ass, “You ever do that in-front of everyone again, you’re getting punished.” He tells me. I nod, turning the tap off as we go back to where we sat before. I sit down on Dally’s lap again, and I move around again just to piss him off. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it, “What did I say in the kitchen, doll?” He whispers, “Don’t know, Dal. I didn’t listen.” I smirk as I take a sip of my water.

Dallas takes the cup out of my hand and places it on the coffee table. He pulls me up with him, “Me and Y/n are going home.” He tells everyone, my cheeks go red as I know what’s about to happen. “Okay, Dal. See you later.” Sodapop says, waving us off. Dallas grabs my hand and drags me out of the door and back to out place. We get to the front door, he unlocks the door and drags me upstairs to our room. He pushes me onto the bed, “Strip.” He says, I obey, stripping all over clothing off. “Lie down, doll.” He demands, I obey again.

He pulls two pairs of handcuffs out of one of the nightstands draws. He cuffs my hands to the headboard and then cuffs my legs to the bottom of the bed. “Why are you cuffing my legs?” I ask. “So you can’t squeeze your legs together or anything.” He tells me, I whine. I was dripping wet by this point, I was so turned on and needed him inside of me. Dallas runs his fingers through my wet folds, causing me to shudder. He slowly inserts one finger inside of me, I let out a low moan. “More.” I say, he shakes his head. He continues to slowly move his one finger inside of me, till I get towards an orgasm which he quickly denies and takes his finger out.

“Dallas.” I growl, he laughs. I was soaking the bedsheets, he shakes his head. “I’m quite thirsty, doll.” He says, slowly rubbing my clit, my eyes rolls back. “Gonna go grab a beer.” He tells me before walking out. “No, Dal. Get back here!!” I shout, whining at the same time because I needed to cum so badly. I try squeezing my legs together but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. “Dallas!” I shout, “Be back up in 5, just finishin’ my beer!” He shouts back. I whine, trying to squeeze my legs together again.

It had been five minutes, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Dallas barges through the door, shirtless. He strips his pants and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. He gets in between my legs and slams himself straight into me. I scream out, cumming straight away due to how desperate I was and how much he edged me. “Dallas,” I whimper, I had become so sensitive. It hurt so bad but it felt so good at the same time. I was so close to my second orgasm.

Dallas was pounding into me, relentlessly. "Dal, it hurts." I whine, cumming again while pulling at the handcuffs. "You're doing so good, Doll. Takin' me so well." He grunts as he drills into me, I watch as he disappears inside of me, and so does he. This pushes him over the edge and he spills his warm cum inside of me. My legs were shaking and I was sweating. "You did so good, pretty girl." Dallas praises.

He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, he places me on the toilet so I could pee. He wanders off into the bedroom and changes the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the laundry basket. Dallas comes back into the bathroom, and he carries me back into the bedroom. He places me onto the bed, helping me get dressed as we had to go back to the Curtis'. Once I was fully dressed, I sit at my vanity and freshen my makeup. When I looked presentable, we headed out the house. I lcoked the door behind us. Dallas wraps his arm around me, and kisses my head.

"I love you, Doll." He grins, I look up at him and smile. "I love you too, Dal." I say, cuddling into his side.

[mister-mickey]

Darry just wants his goddamn apple pie curly

[callme-holly]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do 37 (resting their head on the other’s chest) with curly?

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 [curly shepard x reader]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - simply relaxing with curly shepard 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - y'all i think i'm finally back into my decent content era?? Idk but this feels pretty good to me 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.1k words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of fighting, slight injury detail

The living room is relatively quiet, the low buzz of static from the busted TV filling the space around you, some sort of late night commercials that you have no interest in watching, playing on screen. The air smells faintly of stale cigarette smoke, but then again, the Shepard house always does, and it’s a scent you’d grown accustomed to after all the nights spent here. 

You lay sprawled out on the old, beaten couch, the fabric worn after years of use and lack of care, your head resting back against the couch cushions, your attention focused on the boy lying on top of you. Your fingers trail through his curls, which are for once washed free of grease, the strands soft and still slightly damp, drawing the occasional low hum from him. His head is pillowed on your chest, arms circled around your middle, holding you close. 

There’s a fresh bruise, deep and purple, blossoming on one side of his face, and if the subtle indentations in his skin are anything to go by, you have no doubt that the person who left the mark was adorned with rings. 

“You doing alright, Curls?” you ask gently, tracing patterns into the curve of his shoulder blade, keeping your touch light.

Curly shrugs in response, the fabric of his shirt rustling at the action as he lifts his head, deep blue eyes meeting yours. “Yeah… Nothin’ I ain’t had before.” He pauses, his smile wry as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips, before turning away again. “Takes a lot more than a few scratches to put me down.” 

Silence falls over the room once more, heavy with unspoken questions on your part and vague dismissals on his. You’re well aware that Curly thrives off of fighting and lives for the adrenaline rush it gives him and the thrill of being the centre of something bigger than himself. The danger is what drives him, what keeps him constantly on edge and alert, and what brings out a sense of stress and anxiety in you that you just can’t seem to suppress.

“I wish you wouldn't fight so much.” It’s a sentence you’ve said countless times before, so much so that it might as well be an everyday refrain, a phrase you know has nothing but an endless repetitiveness to it, yet always seems to fall on deaf ears. You never get any response other than silence, perhaps a smart comment if you’re lucky, or a lingering kiss to no doubt silence any further conversation. Either way, you never really expect an answer, and when you don't get one this time around, you can't say you're surprised. Curly simply tucks his face away into your chest once more, head nudging your hand absently in a silent attempt at getting you to continue trailing your fingers through his hair. 

You oblige without much complaint, continuing to scratch lightly until his muscles relax under your ministrations, the tension bleeding away slowly. You shift slightly, pulling one of Curly’s arms tighter around you and tugging yourself up to lean against the armrest, the cushions shifting under your weight. Curly doesn’t respond, but he shifts as you do, pressing a feather-light kiss to your collarbone and then another to your throat, and you can't help the small laugh that bubbles out of you, your fingers pausing in their slow motion as they move through tangles and twists of black curls.

“You really gotta stop that,” you murmur quietly, not entirely meaning it, a smile curving at the corners of your mouth. “If Tim catches you, he’ll think you’ve gone soft.” 

That earns you a low chuckle against your skin, Curly nuzzling into the crook of your neck, each breath he takes deep and steady. “Never  gonna happen. Besides, he's too busy chasing skirts to bother with us.” A lazy grin flickers across his features, his lips brushing softly along your jawline before moving upwards until they meet yours. “So long as I stay outta trouble, he leaves me alone.” He draws back, letting his head fall to your chest once more, his hands finding their way beneath your shirt, resting lightly on your bare midriff. 

You hum noncommittally in response, content enough to simply lay there and listen to him talk, a fine way of getting the last of his energy out and to put a stop to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Curly is a talker, even more so when he’s tired, and his ramblings often lead to sleep-slurred sentences, barely strung together and barely coherent. 

You can sense that that’s the stage you're nearing now—the exhaustion weighing his body down and slowing his speech, his mind becoming increasingly fuzzy. You reach up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, your thumb ghosting across his brow and the small scar that mars it, subtle to most but easy to notice to someone such as yourself, who has spent hours admiring every little detail and imperfection that makes up Curly Shepard. 

“We should probably head to your room.” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, and you feel Curly’s hand tighten on your waist, almost like he’s preparing himself to stand but isn't sure where to go from there. “Tim won’t be happy if we both pass out on the couch. And you said Angela has her boyfriend over tonight, remember?” 

Curly nods silently against you, letting out an almost exasperated sigh as he lifts his head again to look at you, eyes searching yours briefly. His brow furrows, and he tilts his head slightly, frowning. “And that means we have to move because...” he trails off, waiting for you to give an answer that satisfies him enough to even consider moving. 

Your fingers smooth through his hair once more, a gentle motion that’s only half intentional at this point, but he closes his eyes and leans into it regardless. 

“Because then you’ll be able to sleep without interruption.” You say simply, knowing that that will be enough to make the gears turn in his head. A small, almost agitated huff escapes him, and he shifts to sit up slowly, looking down at you through tired, hooded eyes. There’s a moment of hesitation where neither of you speak, and then he lets his shoulders droop, defeated by your logic, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

“Does that mean you’ll stay the night?” He murmurs, and you smile, leaning your forehead against his for a second longer.

“Yeah, I suppose I can stick around.” You reply softly, and you’re rewarded with a bright grin that rivals the sun itself.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

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[beautouslysandy]

headcannons of the boys dating a soc!reader

by- sandy

the outsiders x gn!reader

warnings- a bit of language, lowercase intended, not proofread, and some fluff

word count-

request- Headcannons on dating each of the greaser boys, as a soc??

a/n 💌 - ahh finally finished! i apologize for the long wait, this longer than expected.

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darrel curtis-

-oh my my, darry usual is strong but he was weak knees for you my friend. he has known you since the diapers, growing up together, learning and exploring together has created such a strong bond between the two of you. nobody can take that from you two, nobody.

-you may have different lifestyles, bank numbers, and lived on opposite sides of the town but that has never stopped you two. high school sweethearts, the golden couple, then couple that was going to go places. unfortunately due to the death of mrs and mr. curtis, there was a halt in darry's plans. you were more than willing to help out and change your plans completely but darry insisted that you go to college. you gave in, unwillingly. you live at the curits estate and feel more comfortable there than you ever had in your own home.

-you guys love going on dates together but recently it’s been a while since you two have had a night to yourselves.

-he sometimes will randomly being home flowers for you (most likely roses). even through his busy schedule he still makes time for you because he doesn’t want to lose you because you mean so much to him. -your parents would have preferred you had ended up with a soc but they love darry and know he is gonna go places.

-overall your “social status’s” don’t change anything between you two

sodapop curtis-

-you and sodapop are one of the cutest couples out there, this boy worships the ground you walk on. you are everything he has ever dreamed off, the perfect s/o.

-at first you thought he was too cheery but you hav grown to love that side of him. your parents we’re not keen on him and still aren’t especially since he is a dropout.

-when he told you he was dropping out…you needed a second. it was only fair, i men’s he just threw it on you but you knew he was the one and didn’t let this stop you from being with the love of your life.

-you help with some schoolwork if he wants but you don’t force it on him because he left school for reasons that are valid. you always say you can help out with money but he always declines, he doesn’t like taking peoples charity. (a canon i have for him.)

-i do think at times he thinks about your future together at you which consists of two ending up married and having kids but he fears he won’t be able to provide for you and get everything you ever dreamt of. and though that may be true…all you have ever wanted is him. you have to remind him constantly.

-he does fear you might leave him for someone more intelligent and more wealthy but deep downs he knows that you would never think of that. you belong to him as much as he belongs to you…this definitely isn’t one-sided love

-overall i do think he worries he won’t ever been enough but you always change his mind.

ponyboy curtis-

-he knows he is too young to start thinking about your guys future but that doesn’t stop him. his feelings about the future are a mix of his older brothers…at times he worries he isn’t worthy of you but other times it never bothers him.

-your parents, though ponyboy is from the north side, have taken quite a liking to him. he is smart and is going places.

-he wants to take you to the city and help you reach your goals and dreams. he wants to achieve your guys dreams together and get outta town together. he wants his kids to already be at a place where they don’t have to leave to gain their dreams.

-he wants to be enough for you, he doesn’t want to lose but if it’s for the best for you…he will let you go. he wants you to do well in life and get everything you deserve…even if that means he isn’t right there by your side.

-he thinks your worthy of the entire world, he secretly thinks your the most amazing person to ever walk to planet. unlike sodapop, he keeps it to himself. -part of the reason he studies so hard is so that he can prove to everyone (including himself) that he is worthy of calling you his. -though bank numbers don’t mean anything to you and sometimes him. he wants to be able give you everything you look at and like. he wants to give you your dreams.

johnny cade-

-this poor boy is worried about everything, that your going to leave him, that he won’t ever be enough, that he might accidentally make you run away, that he will mess this up. he wish life was simpler. but it isn’t (sorry johnny)

-you always try your best to prove to him that your happy with him but it never works. he is nervous that your gonna leave. -he spends a lot of time at your house because it’s one of the only places he truly feels safe. your mom adores johnny and always checks up on him. she knows about his living situation. your dad on the other hand isn’t so fond of him but you seem quite happy and all he wants is for you to be happy, and i mean what harm could being with johnny do? -he can be quite a worry wart and nervous wreck, you really are the only person who can calm him down. you have to be super calm around him when he is anxious or scared and you can handle that. he loves you inside and out would never ever hurt you the way his dad does to him but gets scared he might get angry and accidentally hit you. you always say he can come live with you and your folks but he always declines. he doesn’t want to be a burden.

-i think one of his biggest fears (beside you leaving and him hurting you accidentally) is that he will pull you down, that you won’t be able to achieve things with him around. he doesn’t want to leave your side and won’t realize that he is pulling you down and that you won’t say anything because you don’t want to lose him either. that you will end up miserable and it was all his fault. -i think that he feels like you could do so much better then him partly because you have the choice of many options and opportunities. people at school i think make fun of you two being together and he lets it get to him…they make fun of the top of you because johnny is a poor kid with an unstable family while your a rich kid with a happy white picket fence family

dallas winston-

-at first he was totally against the idea of you two being together, i mean dallas is infamous for hating socs but slowly he began to fall for you and everything about you. at first you decided to keep your relationship a secret and oh was it the time of your life. sneaking around and giggling at night, looking at each other form across the room at bucks and him slipping dirty little notes in your backpack when your heading to your car after school (he picks up johnny- a canon i have). it was like a mission not to get caught.

-but then at some point you got tired of the fooling around, you wanted something serious and you wanted it with dallas. i am not going to lie, this scared the shit out of him. he has only ever fooled around, it’s all he knows. he probably ghosted you for a bit (i am sorryyy) and this shattered your heart. he saw your vibe had completely flopped ever since he ghosted you and this made him feel terrible. “you did this to them, you , you asshole.” was all he could tell himself when his eyes woudl laid on you.

-at some point he couldn’t handle it anymore and said that he was ready for a serious relationship, you guys most likely had an argument about how he completely ghosted you and then out of nowhere cam up to you and said he was ready. you guys sooner or later began dating, serious dating. -when he met your parents they completely disapproved of the tall brunette due to many thing one of the main things was of his criminal record. he probably tried his best at the dinner (look at my meet the parents post for a kind of play by play of what it might be like) to be a gentleman but then one of your family members got to him and his true colors showed. i think you guys probably had an argument.

-overall i think it would be to much pressure for our dallas, he would feel the need to be perfect 24/7 and that would get to him. it wasn’t the fact that you two were in a serious relationship it was that he could handle getting judged for every action he made that he had made before he met you and they weren’t judged. i don’t think the relationship would survive more than a year before dallas broke it off. but later down the road after dallas had matured and cleaned up his act, you had changed and grew as person, soon enough you two would find your way back to each other and this time your relationship would survive.

keith “two-bit” matthews-

-at first it was just fooling around, i mean you could never picture your future with him, but the farther down the road the more you could picture it. and soon enough you found your daydreams and dreams being about you and his life together with kids and the perfect house, the whole package.

-you never said anything about being a serious couple but he felt the same way which was odd for a character like him. he pictured him and his kids eating chocolate cake for breakfast every morning and you lecturing them how it’s not good for you as he took a sip of beer. he always smiles at the daydream.

-when you guys eventually got serious, you wanted him to meet your parents. he tried his best to clean up himself and his act when he met your parents. he made your dad laugh more then once, your mother thought he was childish but your dad loved him. which was a shocker to you and two-bit. you walked out of that house beaming like a million suns.

-overall i think you and two-bit would make it with your looks and his sense of humor…you two fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, at times he may doubt his worthiness of you but he doesn’t like to focus on the negative…he wants to put all his focus on you

steve randle-

-to be honest you guys probably met because you car needed to be fix and since he works at dx, one thing lead to another. he was the one to fall first by far, he was in awe of your presence. a lot like soda he probably worships the ground you walk on but not as much as soda would. no one can.

-i think that steve probably thought that he was to immature for you and undeserving. you are an angel and he doesn’t deserve you, is what he told himself. you refuse to let him think like that. to you his other dream guy.

-i think he would get along with your dad if he is in to cars but other than that probably not. he is a bit childish if i do say so myself so people don’t always love their child going out with someone like that, if they want to be together in the future. your mom most likely isn’t fond of him because unlike your dad who likes cars equaling he likes steve, she has nothing in common with him.

-i would like to think that steve spoils you a bit, he doesn’t want you thinking you deserve less just because your dating some guy on the north side. you deserve the world and he knows it.

-overall i think you and steve would make it because he had won over your dad. your mom grew to love him and you were the happiest person in town, beside steve of course. he still at times thinks you deserve the world and then goes but everything he can and gives you it. sometimes it can be really random stuff like a pan or a fish bowl which you don’t need either but you love it. you still have a drainer he got you once in your room. and you guys got a fish together so the fish bowl was put to use. you never don’t use the stuff he gets you because it means a lot that he buys it for you.

tim shepard-

-this guy could care less about statuses with you. he doesn't care if your the most hated person on the planet or the most beloved person...the richest or the poorest. to him your just you, a perfect human being that he has the gift of calling his. he is super protective of you, nobody can touch you but him.

-your parents hate that you are with him but know that they have no control. they think he is a bad influence.

-you most likely are a maternal figure in curly's life. he looks up to you and goes to you when somethings wrong, something that he thinks tim wouldn't understand. honestly you love being able to give curly that kind of support and care.

-i think tim would definitely try and get you to see that he is a bad guy and that you deserve someone better, someone that can give you everything you could ever dream of, someone who can provide. it didn't work, he was what you wanted not some egotistical ass from the south side. you wanted tim shepard.

-he would secretly worship you. he knows he has caught a good one and isn't gonna let you go. he doesn't want to seem lovesick, it ruins his street credit guys come on. deep down though he would do anything for you, if would make you happy and means he gets to see that life-changing smile of yours...then he is going to do it.

-overall, you and tim would be endgame. he just wants you to be his. he doesn't care about the bank numbers or what people think, and neither do you.

curly shepard-

-curly shepard was definelty intimadated when he first saw you, for sure. your beauty and riches made him feel like he had no chance with you. little did he know that you were pinning for him.

-i think the reason your parents don't approve of him is because of his record other than that they think he is sweet boy.

-i think he would feel like that he is never enough for you. that you need someone steady and mature. to him he is neither and he feels that is what you deserve. he would never dare to break it off because he wouldn't be able to handle the pain of losing you and he wouldn't be able to handle knowing he was causing you pain.

-curly unlike his brother does care about the numbers and statuses because it makes him see that he doesn't deserve for which some reason empowers him. he wants to be better for you meaning that he is trying his best not to get in trouble, to do well in school so that he can have those big numbers and statuses for you. a lot people think its stupid, his curly shepard. how is he gonna make it out of tusla with his record, but you believed in him and thats all that mattered.

-overall, curly is head over heels for you and you bring out the best in him. what's in it for you? well you get good cuddles and a sweet boyfriend who loves you for you nothing else.

[ambrozjas]

dallas x shepard!sister (not angela, but reader is exactly like her siblings if that makes sense) if it’s not too much. tysm! ❤️

kryptonite ꨄ︎

dallas winston x shepard!reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

i’ve literally never read or watched twttin, i only really know the shepard’s siblings personalities from synopses and the small snippet they mentioned/showed tim in the outsiders? so please forgive me, i tried my best 😭😭

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

dallas being a pest (as usual), smoking, curly is in reformatory in this period so takes place during the outsiders and not twttin

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you could practically smell the obnoxious scent of the outside and tobacco as you saw dallas winston walk up to your booth. he arrogantly slid himself into the red seat, the material making a crack sound from the worn down leather.

“so, what’s a shepard doin’ ‘round here?” he finally said, leaning over the table and looking you deep in the eyes.

to be fair, you weren’t very quiet, like your siblings. you often acted out because, who can compete with a gorgeous sister, a rowdy brother, and another brother who’s as tough as nails?

everybody’s eyes were usually on you, even dallas’, but whenever you caught him staring, it felt different compared to others’ eyes.

and you hated it.

“get lost, will ya? ‘m tryna enjoy my coke without some hood blowing smoke in it.” you said.

“jus’ tryna be nice” dallas murmured, stubbing out his cigarette rudely on the white table, stained with coffee and various condiments and now, a circular ash mark.

your eyes followed his every move, watching how he looked at you and twiddled his thumbs a bit when silence fell over the two of you.

“you call interruptin’ my peace ‘nice’?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

his eyes darted across your face, maybe trying to spot some string of insecurity or flaw he could pull.

“‘s tim around?” he asked, looking around the diner.

“naw.”

“what about that kid, uhm.. what’s his name,” dallas snapped his fingers as his mind worked, “curly?”

your eyebrows scrunched, what did dal care if your brothers were around? maybe you should’ve said tim was around.

“curly’s in reformatory.” you blankly stated, tracing your finger around the rim of the coke bottle. you pouted as you felt the body of the bottle, feeling the liquid already starting to grow warm with how long this interaction was. “what d’you care?”

he turned his head back to you, eyes squinted and lips parted in a way where he almost looks offended that you would ask him that.

“i was going to ask for a night or so with you, we could head over to the dingo or a dandelion field or whatever you broads like. y’know, be a gentleman.”

“you could buy me another coke. ‘s already lukewarm from how long you’ve been talking outta your ass for.” you scoffed at his request.

“is that how a lady asks?” dallas snorted, already pulling out another cigarette from a hidden carton in his jacket.

“is that how a gentleman talks to a lady?”

he looked at you. you weren’t a pushover, he had to give you credit for that. he tapped his cigarette while his eyebrow cocked upwards, asking for a light. you simply tapped your bottle on return, silently telling him that if he were to get a light, he’d have to buy you a soda first.

he sighed, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and craning his neck to look behind him at the fearful two old ladies who had been staring at you both the entire time, probably to ensure that you didn’t vandalize the place or hold any customers at gunpoint or steal candy from any babies.

he looked back in your direction so he could snatch the bottle, earning a small ‘hey!’ from you and waving it at the lady, asking for another drink.

“there. y’happy?”

you shrugged and slid out of the booth, grabbing your bag and walking towards the exit of the diner.

dallas just looked back at you, not even sparing another glance at him. did he find you hot? yeah, very much. but did you also get under his skin? of course.

the only thing that could kill dallas winston is you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ why am i actually so proud of this tho

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[battleslippers]

me personally if my piece of shit brother happened to screw the other piece of shit in town that he hangs around a lot and already had an incredibly odd relationship with I would hold it against him SO badly. out of every man in this town he chose that one. at least they'll go to hell together

[foottoe101001]

Ponyboy lowkey, is like insanly allergic to peanuts but bros fucking stupid and fucking eats Reese’s peanut butter cups bc there his favorite and ever SINGLE year until after JC and DW deaths he fucking goes into alapheltic shock bc bro is fucking STUPIF and Darry had to take him to the ICU.

Darry honestly fucking hates Halloween, he can’t go trick or treating and he doesn’t have the money for a costumne and he gets verbally abused by kids bc that man is poor and hands out like the cheapest candy.

Soda and Steve do group costumes, so do Johnny and Pony, twobit kinda takes his little sister.

Post death pony kinda hated Halloween, but Darry took him trick of treating to try and cheer him up.

On time pony and curly got high off there ass and pony started having a fucking panic attack at sport Halloween bc he was high and the scary ahhh Antomstonics scared the fuck out of him (he got them both kicked out.)

I have a whole murder au where mark from twttin kinda kills pony and lowkey used him as a fake identity until he gets arrested. I have more of this.

I could do see ponyboy being Mario and curly being that Mexican Luigi and Johnny would be toad and his sister would be princess daisy.

Darry probably lost his shot cause his house got tp by kids after handing the most shitty ass candy and he made Dallas and Tim go out and torment them.

Steve and soda would be matching cowboys together! Soda had to dig out his old riding gear which was NASTY.

That shit probably smells like a hot sweaty ass hockey bag.

I could also see curly forcing ponyboy too chase after kids like little psychos but they eventually sneak off out of everyone’s sight and get high at the back of the dingo.

Dallys and Tim’s costume in question.

[youllneverseeonascreen]

I can’t think about Angela Shepherd in That Was Then or else I’ll start crying.

[dalilacherie]

[Requests Closed]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:

- Ponyboy Curtis

- Sodapop Curtis

- Darry Curtis

- Dallas Winston

- Johnny Cade

- Steve Randle

- Two-bit Matthews

- Tim Shepard

- Curly Shepard

- Angela Shepard

- Cherry Valence

- Marcia

- Bob Sheldon

- Randy Adderson

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

- Character x Character (platonic/romantic)

- Character x Reader (platonic/romantic)

↳ M4F/M4M/M4A

- Headcanons

- Preferences

- AUs

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

- I won't write NSFW content

- Illegal ships are a big no-no 😌

Feel free to use these prompt lists (not required):

- Touching

- Hand Holding

- Kisses

- Hugs

(credit to creativepromptsforwriting)

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Thanks for coming to my TedTalk, love y'all :3

[dior-desire]

same ol’ love

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

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confessing to johnny cade scenario.

imagine ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[i-kylie]

anon: Can you please do more headcannons of curly Shepard with a Curtis sister!reader!!????

-<3

Skipping class together

You wear his jacket sometimes

The gang gates when you do it😂

Comforting Angel (listening to her drama and crazy life🍿🍿)

He acts like the scariest guy but he’s really just a little punk and acts very soft when it’s just you two

Tim used you as a messenger to Darry

Anytime you’re over at there house he’s like “tell your brother where we’re meeting” or smth like that 💀

Getting in trouble with Darry because you were out late with Curly

Dallas paying Curly little visits

He just wants to make sure he ain’t hurting you

He isn’t don’t worry😘

Being the annoyingly close couple

Like kissing in the back of class

😭😭

[lunarfleur]

I’ll Be Fine ~ Curly Shepard

Tagging: @sophie-i-guess13 @collieflower215 @sluggmuffin @whyareyouhere66 @juneberrie @ilovejoekeeryy

Summary:Rumbles never cease to make you worry.

A/N: Although I have been on a TMD roll lately, I wrote this for a dear friend of mine who requested it.

This is x gender neutral reader!

Curly always got excited when fighting was involved. Danger sent his adrenaline running hard, a feeling he always enjoyed. He was crazy; a maniac, even. He was confident cocky and self assured. There’s no way he could lose.

But that didn’t stop you from worrying. You remembered the one time the Shepard gang had lost a rumble since you came around, how busted Curly was. His head was all but cracked open. You’re not even sure if the bruises had yet to go away.

You watched as Curly slipped his t-shirt on over his head, curls swaying with every move. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head to put the back into place. He was pretty, that was for sure. The black, bouncy locks always sit so perfectly against his tan skin.

He looked at you from in the mirror. He knew you hated when he fought. He saw the way you reacted when he came home that one night, when they had a rumble despite being down almost half their men. He remembered it perfectly, the way you couldn’t even yell at him when you patches him up as best you could.

“What’s goin on in your head, baby?” He asked. He ran his tongue over his lips, pulling his belt tight around his hips.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you handed him his leather jacket. He took it, only to toss it on the bed next to you.

Tapping your forehead, he asked you again, “What’s happening up there?”

You grabbed his hand, keeping it pressed close to you. You barely managed to make eye contact.

Curly brought his hands to your face, holding the sides of your head. His thumb stroked your cheek.

“Don’t be worryin’,” he laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

You huffed. Curly sighed, pulling you up by your wrists. His hands found your hips and you couldn’t help but lay your head against his chest.

“Listen to me,” he said to you, his voice low and quiet. “I’ll be comin right back through that door before ya know it, you��ll barely even notice I left.”

You nodded simply and let him press a kiss to your lips. It was just a peck, this time. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

“There’s more where that came from, later.”