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"boundaries" - dallas winston
summary: dallas carries y/n to bed
pairing: dallas winston x curtis sister!reader
word count: 478
a/n: idk if this is a dead fandom but at least three times a year i remember that the outsiders exists and become obsessed again lol
Y/N hadnât been sleeping well lately, so when she fell asleep on the couch Darry couldnât bring himself to risk waking her up. The most he dared to do was drape a blanket over his sleeping sister before retreating to his bedroom for the night.
Dallas, however, didnât give a shit.
He needed somewhere to sleep, and she was in his designated spot.
Dally had just lifted Y/N into his arms when her eyelids fluttered open, still weighed down by sleep.
âDarry?â
âNoâshut up and go back to sleep.â
Y/Nâs eyes snapped open at Dallyâs unexpected voice and briefly registered him carrying her across the living room.
âWhere we goinâ?â Y/Nâs voice came out in a mumble as her eyes fell shut again.
âBed. Need a place to crash tonight.â
âAnd you chose my room? Gonna be a tight fit.â
Glory, sheâs annoying even when sheâs barely conscious, Dally thought, but he was too tired to be his usual combative self.
The hallway was dark, but he could see the shimmer of her eyes looking up at him from the void. He never liked the way she looked at himâthere was too much hope, too much recognition, too much of an implication that she knew something he didnât.
Dallas wasnât exactly known for being respectful, but Darryâs acceptance of him meant a lot more to him than he would ever be willing to admitâeven to himself. So, despite becoming quite fond of Y/N, he kept his distance. If there was one thing Dallas loved to do, it was to test the boundaries of every relationship heâs ever had, both friendly and romantic.
This was one boundary Dallas had reservations about crossing.
âDo you hate me, Dallas?â There was a softness in Y/Nâs voice that was rare to hear coming from the girl.
Dallas paused in the threshold of Y/Nâs bedroom and dared a glance down into her eyes, but quickly snapped out of it and kept moving across the room to her small bed.
âNo, stupid.â He unceremoniously dropped her on the bed and turned to move out of the room, but he was stopped by her calling out to him.
âYou not gonna tuck me in, Winston?â
He threw a glance over his shoulder and was met with the knowing glint in her eyes that he was ever-growing uneasy of.
Catching himself, he snapped back into character, scoffing and throwing a stupid plush dog at her head. He remembered the gangâs trip to the state fair a few years back, remembered how excited she was when Soda won it for her after seven tries at the ring toss, and he remembered her shoving it in his face while teasing that the K-9 unit was coming for his sorry ass.
âGo to bed.â
The door closed behind him with a solid thud.
Stupid girl.
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i'm trying to get back in the writing groove but i'm so uninspired lolâfeedback is appreciated as usual :)
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heyy!!! saw u were looking for outsiders requests and lemme say, MY OBSESSION WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WAS INSANEEEE!! so u get me??
anyways, what abt a cutie lil fluff drabble where dally is mean to everyone but reader and is super protective over them? and maybe like the other guys make fun of his soft spot for r?
anywhore love ur writing cutie!
send me requests for the outsiders!
i'm so glad you get me <33 everyone in my class made fun of me for how much i liked the book but also i kind of deserved it because i was loud and proud about it. i can barely call it bullying because i totally asked for it
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You've never been naive about Dallas's reputation: his name's always the first people spit out when something suspect happens in town. But you'd never seen him get quite so worked up before- not the way he does when Two-Bit gets a little too extravagant with his gestures mid-anecdote and sends beer flying out of the neck of his bottle dangerously close to your cream-colored cardigan.
"Hey, hey- hey!" You barely register Dally's sudden snarl before a hand locks painfully tight around your arm, yanking you sideways and out of the line of fire. You gasp, more from the shock than from the spill, but Dally's hand is gone before it can do any damage and you're left to rock slightly on your feet from the momentum.
"Damn drunk, throwin' your beer around like that." Dally sneers, "Jesus, man, can't you just sit still for once? Gotta wave your damn hands around, makin' stupid jokes- you almost flung it on her-" He swivels to face you, "-on her pretty sweater." Dallas lets the words fall off of his tongue like he knows they're ridiculous coming from him. They're clipped, staccato sounds as he brushes a stray piece of fuzz from the shoulder of your clean cardigan.
"Damn, Dal," Two-Bit whistles, "Sor-ry. Y/N, your sweater okay?"
"It's fine." You pipe up quickly, your voice sweet to both placate your simmering boyfriend and make up for the harshness of his words, "Really, none got on my sweater. Nothing got on me at all."
"Just cool it, Dal." Darry watches with a guarded expression where he's perched at the table, and you're sure if it had been anyone else in the town, Dallas would have turned on his heel and shown him how cool the edge of a blade could be. But instead Dallas merely scoffs, muscling you over a few more steps away from Two-Bit with the sharp point of his shoulder and guiding you to sit on the corner of the couch.
"'Thing was probably stupid money." Dallas looks sideways and down at your sweater with faux-distaste, like he hadn't just been defending its honor with as much violence as he could get away with, "Soakin' it with beer would have killed you, huh?"
You could have washed it. Sure, it would have been unpleasant to sit in for the rest of the night, but the stain wouldn't have been permanent, and any lingering smell could have been covered up with perfume. But Dallas seems flighty, like an animal desperately trying to cover its exposed underbelly, and you lean against his shoulder instead of jabbing at his soft spots.
"Mhm. Thanks, Dallas." You hum, admiring the way your cream-colored cardigan wraps around the cool black leather of his jacket when you take his arm in your grip, "Glad you're here to watch out for me."
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could u write the gang (seperate) x a reader thats like. deeply and unashamedly obsessed w them
not in in a weird way but like soda makes reader a cake and theyre like âwow ur so talented u should be a baker youd be the best baker in the world everyone look at this isnt my bf such a good baker?? isnt he so cool???? arent you so jealous of me???â
or they visit the DX on steves lunch break and theyre like whats all this? and steve starts explaining the car stuff to them and theyre like âomg ur so smart ur the smartest person ever the DX is so lucky to have you <333 soda come look at steves car isnt he so good at this??? babe u should like reinvent cars youd totally do it better than washington or whateverâ
or just reader holding hands and sitting on laps and kissing faces at all times basically the gang x reader thats all over them
ă i just wanna get high with my lover! ă
IN WHICHâyouâre totally in love with them!⥠ŕťÖ˘ đď¸â§
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iâm Finally working on reqs. WHO CHEERED???? also new theme for fics. got bored of my old onesđ
Dallas Winston ;
âyouâre so strong, dal. you look so good when you fight, did you know that? youâre like the only person who looks that good when fighting. youâre so cool.â
ââŚthanks, doll.â
was SO STARTLED LMFAO
like??? heâs never been showered in compliments like this before. but he DOES welcome it
cocky bastard. you boosted his ego. itâs too high now.
âi stole this for you.â
âDALLAS! you didnât have too, oh my god! youâre so sweetâand talented! i canât believe you stole thisâfor me! i have the best boyfriend ever! i am so lucky, ainât i?â
âyeah, i know.â
SHOWS U OFF SO MUCH. he just likes the reaction you give him when he does, honestly. like dallas LOVES hearing you ramble about him when heâs beside you.
heâs all, âyup. i AM the best boyfriend ever, dickhead.â
âthis my partner.â
âmhm! dallyâs the sweetest ever! heâs so nice to me, donât you think? ugh, i love him so much. heâs the best boyfriend in the world.â
the way you look at him with lovesick eyes makes him wanna hold you forever and never let go btw.
IF YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO THAT??? ohmy fod heâll lose his fucking mind!!!
dallas winston looking up at you while you cradle him between your legs, his hands gently holding your waist while you gush over him, a small pink hue across his cheeks.
AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH
âyouâre so handsome. youâre the prettiest boy ever. i love your hair, itâs so nice. with or without the grease.â
âyeah?â
âyeah.â
has the most DISGUSTING and GROSS lovey dovey smile across his face has you plant kissed across his face, mumbling sweet nothings as you do so.
feels like youâre an angel when you do this after a bad day btw. loves you sososososo much heâs so down bad
Johnny Cade ;
looks up at you with the biggest puppy dogs eyes youâve ever seen as you sit on his lap, kissing his scars. johnnyâs lips would be slightly parted as he seems mesmerized with every movement you make.
WHIPPED. HE IS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. the SECOND you started gushing over, he got a small grin on his face, a sense of pride washing over him.
he, like, never knew you seen him as this magnificent being. johnnyâs confidence was never great but PHEWWW youâre always there to help him!!!
âyou really like my scars?â
âtotally. they make you look so cute, johnny. they make you, you and thatâs all i could ever ask for. youâre so cute. i love you. any person would, iâm just so glad that itâs me.â
heâd get so shy after but johnny would be walking with his chin slightly higher. âcause deep down heâs all, âwhat if they donât actually mean itâšď¸?â and then you show up outta nowhere and like engulf him with a hug and heâs like ânvmâŚi love âem actuallyâşď¸.â
whenever you brag about him to people, he has to look at his feet to keep himself from smiling too much.
âand if you ever need someone to listen to you, nobody does it like johnny! heâs the best listener ever, nobody can ever compare to him. johnnyâs such an angel!â
ây/nâŚâ
heâd mumble, an embarrassed groan leaving his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, kicking a rock.
contrary to popular belief of you being more in love, he is. he swears up and down that youâre too good to him, that youâre a real doll, that he doesnât deserve someone like you.
johnny needs someone like this in his life NOW! and if it isnât you itâs gonna be me.
Ponyboy Curtis ;
so fucking embarrassed iâm crying.
i believe he canât take compliments for SHIT. so being around you, he just becomes a mess. like stuttering nâ shit.
âyour voice is so pretty. you read so much better than everyone else, pony. you should do it as a jobâyouâd totally beat everyone. itâs not like itâd ever be a competition with you there, though. youâre so cool, pony.â
âi-uhmâŚthank you, y/n.â
GIGGLES SOO HARD LMFAOOOO
like at night when heâs with soda, he just rambles to his older brother about what you told him. soda thinks itâs cute in the moment, but later wants ponyboy to shut up because itâs been two hours of him gushing over what you said to him.
âand then they said that i-â
âOKAY, DAMN. i have work tomorrow and you have school. ponyboy, please.â
ââŚokay? they said that i was the prettiest boy theyâve ever seen.â
âholy fuck.â
like heâd be ranting about some drama with the gang or some movie heâd seen, sitting on the couch as you rest your head on his shoulder.
you look over to him, thinking heâs never looked more perfect. ponyboy had washed the grease out of his hair, the fluffy hair falling over his ears.
unconsciously, you tuned him out as you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.
âwhat was that for?â
âyou tell stories so well, pony. youâd make a great writer, did you know that? iâm so lucky to have you.â
âi-huh?â
WAHHH COMPLIMENTING PONYBOY WHILE ATTACKING HID FACE WITH KISSES AS HE GIGGLES âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸
heâs so cute thayâs literally my manâŚ.!!!!
Sodapop Curtis ;
HEâS SO IN LOVE!!!!!
sitting on the counter while he cooks and you just rant about how perfect he is makes him WEAK IN THE KNEES.
âyouâre such a good baker, soda. nobody does it like you do. youâre likeâthe best baker in the world. ainât he, two-bit?â
âstop it, y/n..đ¤đ¤â
ânah, âm good.â
you brag about him to the girls that go to the DX to flirt with him. i can see it now.
sodaâs just in the background giggling SOO HARD AND TWEAKING WITH STEVE LMFAOO
âno, heâs so sweet to me! i swear, heâs like the best boyfriend ever, did you know that? iâd be jealous if i was you, honestly.â
âTEEHEEâ
âsoda, shut up!â
âiâm the best boyfriend ever, steveđ.â
HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU ITâS SO CUTEEEđđ
âyou look so cute today, y/n. i got so lucky, didnât i? had to be blessed to even have you in my life.â
FUCK i need this man at my doorstep
like imagine sitting on his lap, him staring up at you while you push back his hair with a small smile on his face. the silence between the two of you being broken by exchanged compliments.
YOU TWO MAKE EVERYONE FUCKIJG SICK I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO PERFECT TOGETHER IT MAKES ME VOMIT!!!
Darry Curtis ;
tries to act cool and nonchalant when you do it, but he turns his head away to cover the huge smile thatâs growing on his face.
âyouâre so strong, dare! youâre the strongest person everâyou could totally take down anyone. isnât he just the best, soda?â
âalright, thatâs enough, y/n.â
âbut youâre just so good to me, dare. :(.â
âsweetheart, please.â
âalright..â
âheâs smiling, y/n.â
âand blushinââŚi love your brother so much.â
âeveryone knows.â
AKDNSKDHEKENKDS SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR, READING THE NEWS PAPERđ¤đ¤
like your arms are wrapped around his neck, his arms around your waist as he reads the newspaper over your shoulder while lazily responding to your rambles.
âyou look so cute with your reading glasses. youâre the most handsome boyfriend in the whole world. iâm so lucky, ainât i?â
âyouâre a real treat, y/n.â
â
âi love your hair, darry. you look so much better with this hairstyle than anyone else. you should be a model.â
âiâd be a terrible model, dear.â
gang is so jealous of your relationship btw. they call it bullshit that darry pulled you.
they fake gag and groan when you do this but in reality theyâre like, âdamnâŚwhen is it my turn to be happy.đâ
darryâs self esteemâs alright. itâs not the best but itâs not the worst. but youâre always there to remind him heâs absolutely perfect :).
Steve Randle ;
HEâS SOOOO WHIPPED LMFAOOOO
like i swear to god the second you went on a rant about him he was so ready to marry you right then and there.
âyouâre so good when it comes to cars. honestlyâyou could just make your own and itâd be 100x better than whoever made them before. youâre just the best mechanic ever.â
âreally? you think so? âcause if i were ever to iâd totally change the way they-â
and now steveâs on a 12 minute rant on how heâd change cars to rub better while you just sit there, listening to him with a smile.
YOU HAVE HIM SOOOO INSANE LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD!?? he couldnât ask for a better partner if he tried!!!
like, i imagine steveâs always had confidence issuesâbeing friends with soda n all donât really help.
BUT THEN YOU CAME ALONG AND HEâS JUST VISIBLY HAPPIERđđ.
âyouâre so smart, steve. likeâthe smartest ever.â
âstawpp, oh my god. what else am i, though?â
âyouâre cute, awfully nice, you got the prettiest eyes the worldâs ever seen-â
please tell him all this while kissing him all over. he needs it so bad.
teehee lazily kissing steve randles face as the blush across his face grows from the never ending compliments that leave your lipsđ
heâd totally tell you to shut up and when you donât, he just kiss you.
AUGHHHH
Two-Bit Mathews ;
AUGH HE DOES THE SAME THING FOR YOU !!!!
honestlyâhe didnât like it at first. âcause deep down he was all, âwtf??? iâm supposed to be making them swoon nâ shit??? why am i the one giggling rn??đđĄâ
but overtime heâd look forward to your silly little love drunk rambles. tell him heâs the most thoughtful boyfriend ever when heâs drunk and he might cry.
âYOU REALLY THINK THAT? BABY, STA-â
and heâs like actually sobbing while hugging you.
sitting on two-bitâs lap in the backseat of his car at the drive-in, ignoring the movie you guys came to watch because youâre both too focused on each other.
kissing every inch of his face, laughs leaving his lips as you mutter small comments about how cute his laugh is. unconsciously, his grip on your hips tightening.
FUCK iâm making myself feel lonely writing this.
every single good thing you say about him gets internalized. someone could say his hairâs dumb but then in his head he goes âNUH-UH! y/n said my hair is absolutely perfectđâ
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A headcanon I gained in the shower and haven't stopped giggling about:
Ponyboy is probably going through or about to go through puberty, and when his voice begins to crack due to his voice changing, the gang calls it "whinnies", as in the whinny of a horse.
God, the way that Pony HATES it. It's bad enough his voice is cracking in the first place!! He's tired your honor, let the horse jokes GO. But alas...they won't. No matter how many offended glares he gives.
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ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like âim tiredâŚâ and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?đ im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
đŤ§âď˝ĄË Bruised and Bare Ë ď˝Ąâ đŤ§
Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.
Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)
Authorâs Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! đźđź Let me just say⌠DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didnât get to these requests soon enough then Iâd procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, theyâll be out soon yâall. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! đđ
Word Count - 830
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The sudden knock on your door hadnât taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.
He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boyâs eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. âCome on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,â he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.
âOh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didnât you?â you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.
As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. âNo, actually,â he retorted with equal sarcasm, âI took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.â Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldnât be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.
Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didnât budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. âIâm sorry, baby, câmere,â you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.
Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. âIt hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uhâŚchill in bed, how âbout that?â
You grimaced, pulling away slightly. âYou ought to shower first, Dal, you ainât staining my sheets with all that blood⌠and dirtâŚand whatever the hell that is,â you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.
The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. âCome onnnn, Iâm tired. I canât- I canât get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I canât even get that?â
His little sob story wasnât convincing you for shit. âDallas, donât hand me that. Iâll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.â
He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didnât have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. âThank you,â Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.
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As you twisted the knob to adjust the waterâs temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, âLooks good, donât it?â
Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, âJust get in.â Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.
âGet my back first?â he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.
âYeah, I got you.â His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, heâd never admit heâs truly hurt.
âCareful-,â he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.
âDoes that hurt, baby?â you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.
Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. âIâm sore all over darlinâ, thatâs why I just wanted to lay down.â
Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?
THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! â¤ď¸âđŠš
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yâall just imagine⌠gay darry secretly hooking up with paul (who is engaged oopsie) and soda finds out and just goes MENTALLLLLLLL like full argument bro is NOT happy he doesnt want darry to be with someone who he will never actually get to be with and be proud of. pony has No Clue whatâs going on and is not used to his brothers fighting and is freaked out. so pony ends up trying to find out whatâs going on and somehow finds out darry is gay even if he doesnât get the details of whatâs going on with paul. pony immediately assumes that soda and darry are arguing cause soda is homophobic and that darry may be gay but like is ashamed of it and would be ashamed of and mad at ponyboy if he came out. so ponyboy tries to spend less time with soda cause he thinks heâll fight with him like heâs fighting with darry and is scared of that. then sodas all confused and thinks that darry said something to him to get him on darryâs side meanwhile darry notices pony pulling away from him too and thinks soda said something to him. so everyone mad at each other right? eventually they all push each others buttons a bit too much and they all just scream at each other and argue and thereâs no one to separate them and calm them down this time. eventually pony just screams DONT YOU GET IT, IM JUST LIKE YOU DARRY AND YOU HATE ME FOR IT and then runs out the door cause yknow. bro is an emo teen boy. darry and soda are just lost cause like bro is 14 and very much not hooking up with a married man. then they realize oh bro meant he was gay (theyâve known that for a while buddy) and have to set aside the argument for a bit to like talk to ponyboy. btw they find him at johnnys grave. anyway haha isnât this funny.
#a fic will be in the works#shout out to reagh for making me even more insane than normal#the outsiders#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#the outsiders ponyboy#dallas winston#johnny cade#two bit mathews#the outsiders broadway#the outsiders musical
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Saviors
while walking home after dark, the gang comes to your rescue after a group of socs jump you. pairing: outsiders gang x f!reader wc: 1,537 warning(s): assault, blood, allusions of intent to SA
You had spent the majority of the afternoon at the library working on a project before you left in the evening. It was dark by the time you left, and while you knew better than to walk home by yourself, you didnât want to inconvenience anyone by calling your parents or any of the guys in the gang.Â
So you start walking home, and in an attempt to give yourself some peace of mind, you grab your house keys and clutch them in your hand. You wished you carried a blade on you.Â
Your walk home was fine until you were only three blocks away from your house. Thatâs when you saw headlights shining from behind you, and you heard a car engine; a white corvair was soon in your periphery, and there were three boys inside, around your age if not a little older.
âHey grease!â One shouts from the window, and you try your best to ignore them as they shout obscenities at you.
âBroadâs ignoring us. Look.â One comments as they pull up the car closer to the curb, and they steadily drive beside you.
âHey! Youâre too pretty to be with those greasers all day. Let me show you a good time, huh?âÂ
You couldnât help but feel panic as they continued to follow you. There really wasn't anywhere to run or hide. There was an alleyway nearby that led to a dead end.
When the car came to a stop, thatâs when you started booking it. You take off in a full sprint and listen to the three pairs of footsteps rapidly approaching you from behind. One of the boys reaches out and grabs the top handle of your backpack and yanks on it, and the force sends you to the sidewalk on your back. It knocks the wind out of you and thatâs when one of the boys pins you down to the pavement, and the other two stand above you with sinister grins on their lips. You were powerless under his weight, no matter how much you kicked.
âYou know, we wouldnât be here if you had just stopped to talk with us, hm? Now look where we are.â The brunette kneeling on you says, and his knees dig into your arms that were pinned to the sidewalk.
âJust let me go- please, I wonât tell anyone-â You stammer, and he shakes his head while making a tsk tsk sound.
âI think itâs too late for that now. Itâs late and everyoneâs in for the night, so thereâs no one to bother us.â He says before he looks up at the other two, and without another word, the three of them begin to drag you into the nearby alleyway. You kick and scream, making any and all attempts to escape from their iron grasps.
âShut up! Shut your trap!â The blond shouts as youâre pushed to the ground again, and it was his turn to taunt you while the brunette and redhead watched. He reaches behind him and pulls out a switchblade, flicking it open and holding it in front of your face.
âNow you be quiet. Or Iâll skin you right here.â He warns you while he puts his hand over your mouth, and by now your vision is blurry from the tears that were welling up in your eyes.Â
You came to realize that you were fully at their mercy. If one of them had a knife, the chances were good that they all did. They were bigger and stronger than you, and if you didnât want to be left for dead on the sidewalk, you had to be careful. You knew what happened to Johnny.
âYou know, itâs a shame when pretty girls like you hang out with greaser trash.â He says while he moves his knife down, trailing the tip of the blade down your chin and chest, and his smirk grows.
âA lot of greaser broads are skanks. You donât seem like it though.â He comments, and as his knife moves closer to the belt on your jeans, your brain goes into fight or flight mode.
âLet me go!â You screech, and you kick your legs as hard as you can to try and free yourself. You land a kick to the blondâs leg, and he grunts in pain while the brunette reaches down and grabs your ponytail with one hand, and he lands a hard smack on your cheek with the other. Your cheek began to burn from the impact immediately, but that didnât stop you from fighting your way out of their grasp. The redhead whips out a knife from the pocket of his letterman jacket and flips it open, and he grabs you by the neck and holds the blade up to your jaw.
âPlease let me go- please-â You cry as he presses the cold metal into your skin, making a small slice into your jaw. You felt weak from fighting them and your throat was beginning to hurt.Â
Your attention was taken from them when you heard another voice shout from the other side of the street.Â
âHey! Get your ass out of our side of town!â
It was Dallas. Youâd honestly never been so glad to hear his voice.
âShit- get outta here!â The brunette says quickly, and they pretty much drop you to the pavement while they scramble back to their car. You turn onto your side and curl up, but you hear multiple sets of footsteps shuffling around. The tires on the corvair screech as they peel away, and youâre relieved.
When you turn to look, you see Dally, Johnny, and Two-Bit approaching you.
âHoly shit- Y/N is that you? Are you okay?â Two-Bit says quickly as the three of them jog closer to you, and Dally stands nearby while Johnny and Two-Bit crouch beside you. One would think that he didnât care, but you knew he did. He just didnât show it like the others.
âIâm okay-â You say meekly, and Two-Bit tilts your chin up so youâre looking at him. The blood on the cut was beginning to clot, your cheek was still red, and your eyes were a little red from tears.
âThey cut you?â Dally asks, and you nod slightly. Dally grunts under his breath.
âYouâre okay kid. Câmon, let us get you to Darryâs place and clean you up, alright?â Two-Bit suggests. The Curtis house was closer than your own home, and it was a good idea to get cleaned up before you see your parents.
Two-Bit and Johnny help you up to your feet, and Two-Bit takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder as the four of you begin to walk.
âWhere were you so late, Y/N?â Johnny asks, and you sigh.
âI was at the library. Iâve got a history project due soon.â You explain, and he nods.Â
âYou could have called any of us, kid. One of us could have picked you up or walked with you.â Two-Bit comments.
âI know, I just⌠I didnât wanna put anyone out.â You mumble. âWhere were you guys at?â You ask them, and Johnny rolls his eyes.
âDally took us to the nightly double. We only got through one of the movies before we had to leave, thanks to Dal.â Johnny explains, and Two-Bit laughs. You didnât even need an explanation to know that Dally probably stirred up some trouble, and it wouldnât be a surprise if Two-Bit helped him.
The four of you walk for a few minutes before you arrive at the Curtisâ house, and as soon as you walk in, you see Pony and Soda on the couch, and Darry was in his chair reading the newspaper. Once the three of them turn and see you, they get up from their seats quickly. Darryâs the first one to approach you.
âWhat the hell happened? Did you get jumped?â He asks, and you nod while you move over to the couch to sit down since Pony had motioned for you to move over.
âI was cominâ home from the library. They pulled over and grabbed me.â You mumble, and Soda disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a bag of frozen vegetables. He hands it to you and you silently thank him with a nod before you hold up the cold bag to your cheek.
âHow deep is that cut?â Ponyboy asks, and you shrug while you reach up to touch it.
âNot very. It stopped bleeding pretty quick.â You explain, and Darry nods while he moves to sit back down in his chair while the others find places to sit. In a way, Darry saw you as his kid sister. You were a little older than Pony, and you became good friends with the boys quickly. Darry saw you as one of their own.Â
Dally stands beside the couch and against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
âGlad youâre okay, kid. Just call one of us if youâre alone like that again.â Dally says, and he reaches down to nudge the top of your head slightly. You couldnât help but smile slightly at the gesture. Maybe he does show that he cares.
#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders oneshot#the outsiders one shot#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders fic#the outsiders fanfiction#ponyboy curtis x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#darry curtis x reader#steve randle x reader
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radio - dallas winston
ânow my life is sweet like cinnamonâ - radio, lana del rey
dallas winston x newgirl!reader note: reader and dallas are underage drinking, reader gets a little tipsy. dallas realizes he has a lover boy side after all..just fluff basically? a/n: this takes place in the 60s! 60s detroit has my heart of course i had to involve it just a bit. đ
your parents had decided to move you to tulsa, against your will of course, in hopes of living a âcalm small town lifeâ in their words. you thought it was just unnecessary. you were happy back home in detroit, enjoying the motor city and itâs homey feel. moving all the way to oklahoma to live in some small town felt idiotic. but, what could you do? youâd already settled into your new âhomeâ and itâs not like your words could convince your parents anyways.Â
the cool summer breeze had sent you wandering into buck merrillâs roadhouse. youâd heard from a couple of people in your neighborhood that it was a place most people went to for drinks, fights, and just to be lonely at. while it didnât sound appealing, the drinks part settled well into your head. drinks were never your thing, but anything would make you feel better than being at home, the moving and adjusting had been all too much for you.
arriving at buckâs, many faces looked your way. some curious, some flirtatious, some disgusted. you flashed an awkward smile as you sat down and ordered a drink for yourself.
across the bar sat dallas winston. dallas winston was known for his cold demeanor and player antics. ask anyone and theyâd tell you, he had no care in the world for anyone. not even himself.Â
heâd noticed you just as everyone else had. new girl for sure, but something else about you interested him. he couldnât quite figure out what it was.
lost in his thought, he hadnât realized buck was right behind him.
âsomeoneâs caught your eye, huh dally?â buck teased. ânah man, just lookin. hey, you got a light?â dallas avoided buckâs teasing as much as he could. but buck was right, you had caught his eye.
buck handed dallas a cigarette as dallas lit it and held it to his lips, still eyeing you closely.
you felt someoneâs eyes on you, but to be honest whoâs wasnât? everyone felt eager to know who you are. it wasnât often someone decided to settle their lives in tulsa. if anything it was more common for people to pack up and leave tulsa for good. everyone was curious to know you.
something told you to turn your head to the corner..maybe it was intuition, maybe it was just your knowledge. but you decided to do what your gut told you.Â
thatâs when you noticed him.
just by looking at him you could tell the kind of person he was. stuck up, unserious, to himself. he was mysterious in a way, and for some reason that drew you to him. it made you wanna know more about him.Â
so being the newcomer yourself, you decided to approach him. he didnât look any older than you..mature in face and body language but you could still tell he was your age.
as you made your way towards him you noticed him shuffle in his seat, sitting up and clearing his throat a bit. âheyâ you said blankly. âhey, doll. whatsa pretty girl like you doin in this dump, huh?â the newfound nickname put a light blush on your face. luckily, neon signs filled the house, perfectly hiding in the tint. âno choice but to move here, parents forced me..â you responded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
âmm, you a soc or a grease?â dallas responded, leaning back a bit. âhuh? whatâs that?â your face twisted in confusion, causing dallas to let out a laugh before responding. âsorry, forgot your new doll. socâs are the west side kids. yâknow the ones that got it made. their stupid fancy cars and pathetic polo shirts. just jerks. greasers are guys like me. low-life, less money, donât got it all like the rest do.â you didnât know what answer to give. you sure werenât rich and popular, yet you werenât poor and a âlow lifeâ like heâd described.
âneither id say. i donât live in the rich neighborhood, but not the low-life neighborhood you describe either. im just normal..â you replied. dallas nodded knowingly before changing the subject. âdidnât catch a name for ya, doll.â his new york accent strung with every word. âyn..yours?â dallas sat up in his seat, âdallas. dallas winston. the fuzz probably know my name more than anyone. call me dally.â you smiled. youâd remember that name. hell, youâd remember everything about him. from his mysterious demeanor to his thick new york accent.Â
every word, every movement he made, had you wanting to know more and more about him. âand why do cops know you, dally?â he smiled at you using his nickname before he spoke. âcause i get into trouble yâknow? eh at this point whenever something happens im the first the fuzz run to. jerks..â dallas muttered the last word. heâd seemed like the kind of guy who had stories to tell for days, maybe weeks.Â
âenough about me doll, i wanna know about you now.â dallas smirked. ânothin much to know..â you responded hesitantly. âdonât get all shy with me doll, just wanna get to know youâ dallas could see right through you, and how nervous youâd suddenly gotten. âmaybe thatâs enough talk..letâs drink? you a drinker?â dallas changed the subject to your comfort, something heâd never do for anyone else unbeknownst to you. there was something about you that still pulled dallas in..made him wanna know you from head to toe, whatever that meant.Â
âno iâm not really a drinker but anything feels good at the momentâ you laughed. dallas took this as a sign to order whatever sounded good. vodka, whiskey, even beer. just the usual, just to occupy you. you took whatever heâd given you, downing it the minute you got it and making a face of disgust. dallas laughed at the sight. âcute..â he mumbled. then, dallas had realized it. he was falling for a girl heâd barely known, his laid back âno fucks in the worldâ demeanor was being crushed by a new town girl.Â
hours had passed, you were now drunk and tired, words seemingly slurring before you could even form a sentence. âletâs get ya home, dollâ dallas said, helping you to stand and walking you out of buckâs. before heâd left, heâd asked if anyone knew where you lived. since the town wasnât too big and you were new, it was easy for him to figure that out from anyone there.
once dallas got you home to your doorstep you were a tad bit sobered up, just enough to carry your own weight.Â
âhey uh, yâknow if you ever want company you can just uh, call me or somethin.. never really busy and if i donât answer itâs cause i got in with the fuzz.â dallas said, scratching his head. you smiled at the boys pathetic yet cute words. heâd wanted your company without asking for it. âyeah sure, why not? donât get yourself into too much trouble now, i wanna see you more dally.â
and somehow to dallas, the nickname had squeezed his heart yet again. everyone called him dally, why was it different when you said it? youâd waved goodbye to dallas and went into your house, seemingly the call for dallas to make his way back to buckâs. the whole way back, his mind was stuck on you.
youâd made his life a little more interesting, a little sweeter, a little more desireable to live in just one night. youâd made his life a little âsweet, like cinnamonâ.
#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x y/n#dallas winston fluff#dallas winston imagine#dallas winston headcanons#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders fic#imagine#x reader#x yn#yn#dallas x yn#winston#winston x yn#winston dallas#dally winston#dally x reder#dally x yn#the outsiders ff#the outsiders fluff#locoformatt
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Dally needing to learn love isnât conditional, Steve needing to learn love shouldnât come at a price, and Johnny needing to learn what love is.
#god these three dudes with their parental issues have me in a chokehold#I need more fics with them#the outsiders#the outsiders 1983#dallas winston#johnny cade#steve randle
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Hear me out
The outsiders fic where dally survives, wether it be time travel or magic or just a miracle but dally lives and has to deal with his own mortality
Dallas whoâs terrified of cops
Dally who jumps at loud noises and canât watch movies or tv shows with gunshots
Dally who tries to push his heater onto literally anyone else in the gang until buck just takes it
Dallas winston who thinks heâs fine but breaks down if he hears fireworks
#give him more trauma#he deserves it#bonus points if it is a time travel fic and no one knows why heâs suddenly so different#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders#the outsiders 1990#the outsiders musical#the outsiders book#dallas winston#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#johnny cade#sodapop curtis#steve randle#two bit mathews
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#fan fiction#girlblog#girlblogging#aesthetic#hell is a teenage girl#dallas winston#the outsiders#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#spencelle#spencer reid#matthew gray gubler#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the folk of the air#tfota#criminal minds#coquette#teenage girl core#me and my x reader fics til i die
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"bartender" - dallas winston
request: Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you could do one for Dally from the outsiders where he's helping bartend for Buck to earn a couple bucks and Curtis!Reader is just sitting at the bar teasing him about it.
pairing: dallas winston x curtis!reader
word count: 618
a/n: i can't tell if i'm writing dally too ooc, but i was aiming more for shithead vibes than meanie vibes
Dally was too aware of Y/N Curtis sitting all by her lonesome at the end of the bar. She was wearing a nice dress and more makeup than usual, but Dallas hadnât seen her speak to anyone since arriving. She looked goodâa fact that Dally would never admit out loud.
âAinât it past your bedtime?â He asked, sitting a fresh beer in front of her. The bottle she ordered at the beginning of the night had been long finished, the label picked clean and laying in a little pile on the bar.
âArenât you the one always telling me âsleep is for the weakâ?â She smirked at him, taking a long drink from the bottle, âJust taking a page out of your book.â
He leaned against the bar, âYour brothers know youâre here?â
âWhat they donât know wonât kill them,â she rolled her eyes, âI deserve to have a little fun too.â
âBeing all depressing by yourself isnât exactly what Iâd call fun.â
Y/N glared at him as he moved to take another patronâs order. After a few short minutes, he returned to his spot across from her and gave her an expectant look.
They stared each other down for a few seconds before Y/N rolled her eyes at him, looking away.
Dallas opened his mouth to tell her to either stop being a sad sack or go home when she cut him off, still not meeting his gaze.
âI was supposed to meet up with Scott Davis, but he never showed.â
âDavis? That guyâs a fuckin bum!â
She finally looked up at him, anger flaring behind her eyes, âWell itâs not like I wanna marry him or anything! Youâre not exactly fit to be lecturing me on who to hang out with.â
âOh, I think Iâm perfectly fit, dollface.â
She rolled away the anger in her eyes and sent him a teasing smile, âI guess it takes a bum to know one.â
He glared at her, but only half heartedly, flicking a small piece of ice at her forehead.
âYupâthat right there. Bum behavior.â
âI guess it takes a bum to know one,â he mocked her, âat least I have a job.â
âNot sure if youâre gonna make six figures by over-serving people and being mean to lonely girls at the bar.â Y/N finished her drink and slid the empty bottle across the bar.
Dallas continued glaring, âYâknow, youâre a mean drunk, lady.â
Y/N laughed, and Dallas couldnât help the smirk pulling at his lips.
âTwo beers is hardly enough to be drunk.â
âAlright, then. Youâre just mean,â Dallas popped the cap off another beer and sat it in front of Y/N. âGonna start correcting people when they go on about how âY/N Curtis is just such a nice girlââ, he shook his head, âif only they knew.â
Y/N scoffed, âI donât think anyoneâs ever said that.â
âYeah, right, with your whole âSaint Curtisâ actâhelpinâ old ladies cross the street and tutoring dumbass kids.â
âDevil in disguise I guess,â the pair smirked at each other, holding the gaze for much longer than they should have.
Y/N cleared her throat, looking around the bar, âShouldnât you be doing your job?â
He took the bottle from her grasp before finishing it off in one last swig, âShouldnât you be going home?â
She scoffed and started collecting her things, standing up from the bar stool. âThat towel,â she pointed to the dish rag tossed over his shoulder, âmakes you look stupid, by the way.â
Dally removed the towel to swat at her, âGo home, stupid.â
Y/N moved toward the door, sending Dally one last smile, âGo back to work, bum.â
#dallas winston#dally winston#the outsiders dally#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#dallas winston x y/n#dally winston x y/n#dallas winston imagine#dally winston imagine#dallas winston fic#dally winston fic#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders fic#the outsiders imagine
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. ŰŤ ęŁŕ§ . dating hcs <3
by candyfsh
including; dallas winston, melvin moody, richie white (those are my favs)
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dallas winston ๨ŕ§
𦹠ik everybody says that dally would be suuuper toxic and a rlly bad boyfriend,, but hear me out. he would literally hate everyone but you.
𦹠he buys you things and steals you things, about 50/50
𦹠he isn't one for cuddling or anything but he'll definitely play with your hair and hold your head gently if you're snuggled beside him or on his chestđ
𦹠he isn't huge on pda,, but he always keeps an arm around you or kisses your face and head and lips constantly
𦹠he also uses extra pda at parties. just letting everyone know you're dating him đđ
𦹠he will NOT ever let you put makeup on him, but he does let you put chapstick on for him. he likes how gentle you are even if it's just chapstick đ
𦹠always brags about you
𦹠"yeah man that's cool but my gf is soooo hot đ"
𦹠he likes to go over to your house whenever he can because you make him feel safe
𦹠he won't admit that though. never.
𦹠but it's also lowk obvious?? bc he's always hanging around you and making sure you're close to him
𦹠im being so fr he thought he wouldn't trust or love anyone again after sylvia then BOOM he met you and he's like OMG.
melvin moody ๨ŕ§
𦹠he loves you and makes it known omg
𦹠like ofc he cares about his reputation?? he js loves you sooooo much and whenever he sees you he's like woah that's my gf!!!
𦹠when you're sitting next to each other literally anywhere, he has to be touching you just to like confirm you're there or something???
𦹠he's holding your hand, his arm is around your shoulder, his hand is in your lap, your head is on his shoulder, he's playing with your hair, his arm is around your waist, whateves!!! he just loves touching you
𦹠he's still a tough guy ofc,,, but in school, it's kinda like lowkey slowed down
𦹠but he'll still punch someone if they made you uncomfortable whatsoever
𦹠i personally think moody would be big on cuddling đ
𦹠he loves to spoon you omg!!!
𦹠moody feels like he can truly be himself around you (including letting his hair not be greased up. you love to see his hair ungreased)
𦹠he gets you gifts sometimes with the money he's gotten from kids but he refuses to EVER tell you where he got the money
𦹠PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES!!! đđđ
𦹠"baby" "sweetie" "hottie" "cutie" everything.
𦹠you and moody are literally so in love and so adorable and all his friends tease him about being so whipped but he's all like "damn right i am"
richie white ๨ŕ§
𦹠this little baby is so cute and loves you sm
𦹠my personal hc is that richie has never had a gf,, he just flirts with every girl he sees
𦹠so you're basically each other's first everything in a relationship. it's really sweetđ.
𦹠he alwaayyyss brags to you about a new crime he committed. especially the time he broke into a bike shop.
𦹠whenever some girl flirts with him in the rec center he's all like "yeah yeahh i got a beautiful girl i ain't interested"
𦹠AND YES HE REFERS TO YOU AS HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL ALWAYS đđ
𦹠"ysee my beautiful girl over there??" "she's my beautiful girl" "i got the most beautiful girl ever"
𦹠bc this is his first relationship that's more than just kissing and flirting, he wants to prove himself to you that he's more than a juvenile delinquent
𦹠(but he'll never stop being one)
𦹠he doesn't know what to do for dates so he takes you to the rec or a walk around town or his lil spot with carl
𦹠speaking of carl, he's sooooo sick of hearing about you
𦹠y/n this y/n that,,, my man richie just loves you!!!
𦹠btw he calls you the dumbest pet names in public to tease you, like sugarplum and honeybee
𦹠he will never get over the fact that YOU chose HIM of all people. like he's confident in himself,, he's just like "omg she's so perfect why is she with me"
𦹠that's why he makes sure to never take you for granted
𦹠if richie has his hands anywhere on you, his hand is probably in your back pocket. not like in a perverted way or anything,, he just likes it there đđ
𦹠his arms are almost always around your shoulders too
𦹠he's very touchy
𦹠you + richie = forever
#candyfsh#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston x y/n#melvin moody#melvin moody x reader#melvin moody x y/n#richie white#richie white x reader#richie white x y/n#guys i think i like richie.....#but hes so cute i love him#i love him sm#hes so cutie#I LOVE MATT DILLON IN GENERAL#im probably gonna write a richie fic based on some of these hcs
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Darry "Every part of my life is physical I fight physical I comfort physical" Curtis vs. Dallas "No one has ever touched me not to hurt me" Winston
#guys im normal about this#im sooo#normal its not even funny#uve never seen a guy more normal then me#dallas winston#darry curtis#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders#fic about this specifically incoming đđ
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Steve had a hard time remembering a lot of things. Granted, whatever heâd forgotten was always very minor. He also had a hard time showing his emotions, but if he ever did, they were subtle, and if someone decided to say something about it then he wouldnât allow himself to slip up again for a while after.
That never did really stop him from fully being void of feelings around the gang, though. Whether he realized it or not, he showed that he cared through memorizing things for each of them.
He would remind Sodapop about wearing his shoes, shirt, or belt almost everyday.
He would remind Darry of what to jot down on the grocery list when heâd said what he needed out loud but forgot soon after.
He would remind Two-bit what times mickey episodes were on when they did an irregular broadcast every Tuesday.
He would remind Ponyboy of the book he had left on the porch after heâd searched for it inside the house for about five minutes.
He would remind Dally of where one of the rings he fidgeted with had been laid down at.
He would remind Johnny that his homework and pencil were stuffed underneath the couch in an attempt to shield it from roughhousing.
Steve hadnât picked up on the pattern till Dally told him to âmind his damn businessâ when he once said his ring was on the kitchen counter. He stopped reminding anyone of anything for three weeks, then started up again, which everyone was very grateful for, though they wouldnât dare to voice it.
Nobody but Sodapop returned the favor. He helped Steve remember lots of things, but his car keys being in his left pocket instead of his right was the most common one.
#the outsiders#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders fanfiction#the outsiders fic#steve randle#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#two bit mathews#ponyboy curtis#dallas winston#johnny cade#scrapped fic#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders se hinton#the outsiders fluff
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yall how do we feel about this (its late and its a rough draft rn so its not the best)
#first fic im actually going through with writing for the outsiders who cheered#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#dallas winston#darry curtis#darrel curtis
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