#dallas x sylvia

[haileylnmt]

Sylvia/Dally Headcanons

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Sylvia loves strawberries, so does Dally but he keeps it a secret so he doesn’t seem “weak.” Sylvia found out somehow and always shares her strawberry treats with him.

When Dallas first came to town she knew she wanted him. Evie had to listen to her ramblings about getting the new tuffest guy in town

They both have secret hobbies that no one knows about because they think it makes them seem too socy. She likes poetry and he likes photography

Never remember each others birthdays. It always end up with one of them buying a small gift or going out and saying “Happy early..? Late..? Birthday”

Even during their breakups they still kind of act like they’re together. It confuses everyone. Dally beat up a guy for hitting on Sylvia even though the other day he was talking about how they were done for good

Sylvia never went to Dally’s grave. She didn’t want to remember him as a wooden cross and a mound of dirt, but rather as the boy he was while alive

He sometimes seriously considered getting out of Tulsa and taking Sylvia along with him just to see the world

Despite Dally’s death causing her a lot of grief, she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. In her mind he was meant to stay forever young and reckless

He bought Sylvia a bracelet to give to her on her next birthday. He never got the chance.

[sophie-i-guess13]

SYLVIA AND DALLAS

[alittlebitofloveliness]

@zvoiderror000 @sipping-wxterfalls @obsessingoverl This is the full fic that goes with the out of context snippet you all seemed excited about

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Darry hadn’t been sure it was even worth putting together the funeral. After all, few folks had loved Johnny Cade, and even fewer had loved Dallas Winston, and most of them were the five who remained, all but three of whom were unemployed. He’d managed to scrape together money for headstones, albeit cheap ones, but a funeral- even a joint one- so soon after mom and dad was more of a strain on the budget than Darry could realistically handle, even with Soda and Steve offering to pitch in.

Then the parents of all those little kids Johnny and Pony saved had contacted him out of the blue, offering to help cover expenses and for all his pride Darry didn’t have it in himself to turn them down. Johnny and Dal deserved a proper burial any way he could manage to make it happen, and if that involved taking a bit of charity, well, for once so be it. It sure as hell wasn’t like Mr and Mrs Cade were going to pay to make sure Johnny was properly laid to rest.

So he’d taken the money and made the same terrible phone calls he’d made eight months ago, contacted the same vendors, and booked the same small room at the same small funeral home, feeling sick to his stomach the whole time. Pony had helped, more than he had eight months ago, had chosen Johnny’s casket from the few they could afford and written a eulogy he refused to show to anyone until the service itself. Darry didn’t begrudge him, trying to tamp down the guilt that came with the relief that cut through him every time he looked at his baby brother. It felt wrong, planning the funeral of two of his best friends, knowing that if the universe had offered him any sort of choice, he'd have still chosen Ponyboy and doomed them both anyway, every time. It’s a hard truth, a horrible one, but Darry has grown used to confronting such horrible things as of late, even if he can only ever confront them in his own head. 

After a few weeks of planning, the day of the funeral seems almost underwhelming. Soda and Ponyboy are once again dressed in the outfits they wore to mom and dad’s funeral, Ponyboy somehow looking twice as lost as he did then for all he’s grown almost half a foot taller. Soda is a shadow of his usual self, drawn in behind the careful mask he dons when he doesn’t want anyone to see what he’s really thinking, but the cigarette in his hand is enough to give Darry a good idea of his tenuous mental state.

Pony climbs the steps of the funeral home in the same dreamlike manner he’s adopted since the night of the rumble, the same cloak of oblivion he’d shrouded himself in for months after mom and dad passed, the one he’d only just started to lift off himself before Darry ruined it all with his temper and that slap. Sometimes he thinks he will never truly be able to undo the damage he caused that night, all the consequences of one despicable rash action.

Soda loiters near the stairs, Steve a supportive, grim faced pillar beside him, their shoulders pressed together and pinky fingers linked in a way they probably think is subtle. Darry wants to tell them they’re too close, warn them yet again about being in public and what people might think, but today he doesn’t have the energy. Besides, it’s not like there's anyone coming. All of them, from Two-bit to Ponyboy, know the only folks this funeral is for is them, the gang. If anyone else shows at all it’ll be a miracle. So he leaves Soda and Steve and the obvious, secret love that could kill them both by the door, and goes inside to check on Ponyboy.

His younger brother hasn’t stepped into the small chapel yet, instead he’s sitting with his back against the wall and his legs sprawled out, half hidden behind a small side table. The picture of Johnny that is supposed to be beside the guest book is clutched in his hands, and silent tears are running down his face, his tiny form shaking violently with suppressed sobs. 

Shit. The sight of it chips another shard off of Darry’s thrice broken heart. This poor kid. This sweet, sweet kid, who’s been through more in the past year than most people go through in a lifetime. Darry can’t help but wonder if his baby brother is ever again going to know a life without pain. 

“Hey little buddy,” Darry’s knees crack as he kneels down beside him, tossing an arm around his brother's shoulders, “how’re ya doin’?

It’s a stupid question, and they both know it, but it startles a choked off, surprised laugh out of Ponyboy, and it feels like a bigger win than winning the state football championship back in high school.

“M’alright,” Pony glances around as if making sure they’re alone before snuggling into Darry’s side a bit. He’s been awful cuddly since he got back home, but fourteen and a greaser is still fourteen and a greaser, and Darry knows Pony would die before he let anyone outside the gang find out about his newfound clinginess. 

“You sure?” Darry tightens his grip on Pony and drops a kiss on his gelled hair. Today is gonna be a hard day for all of them, but things like this always hit Pony worse, and he’s worried about him. He’s still so young, only fourteen. Darry himself had seen some rough stuff by the time he was fourteen- you couldn’t grow up in their neighbourhood and not see some stuff you wished you hadn’t- but back then he’d had dad to talk things through with and mom to lie to him and promise everything would be okay. Compared to that, Pony has nothing, just two brothers who love him but can’t protect him, and now a dead best friend to mourn on top of his parents.

“No,” Pony shakes his head, letting out another watery laugh, this one verging on hysterical, “no, I’m not okay. Sometimes I think I’m never gonna be ok again.”

“Baby…” Darry doesn’t know what to do. He isn’t cut out for this, isn’t meant to be a guardian or a parent or whatever he’s become, and he’s never been good with emotions anyway. It’s always been Soda’s job, since their parents passed, to deal with the feelings while he deals with the bills, but Soda is his little brother too, has decided not to feel today so that he can cope, so Darry is once again all Pony has. He wishes he could be enough, or at the very least think of something to say, but he isn’t and he can’t. Instead, all he can do is rock Ponyboy as he cries and wish the world wasn’t so horrifically cruel. At the very least he wishes he could reassure him…but Darry doesn’t like to lie, and the truth is that lately he isn’t sure Pony will be ok. Lately, his brother seems uniquely broken in a way Darry isn’t sure he can fix. 

Johnny would have known what to do. He and Pony would have gone for a smoke on the porch and talked in low voices, and somehow whatever he’d said would have brought Ponyboy back to himself. But Johnny is gone, isn’t coming back, and Pony might just stay this empty shell because of it. The thought makes something dark and cold creep into his chest, but Darry is a realist and learned a long time ago that ignoring uncomfortable things does not simply make them go away, as much as he might wish they would. Johnny is gone, and Pony is different, and things will never be the same as they were. That’s that.

“I just…” Pony manages once he’s cried himself out, “he- he was the only person who completely knew me without me havin’ to tell him. I’m never gonna find anyone like that again in my whole life I don't think, and that…that’s terrifyin’.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Pony nods fervently, almost begging him to understand, and fuck it, Darry is trying because he isn’t Johnny and he isn’t Soda but he’s still trying his best, “I miss Dal too, of course I do, but losin’ Johnny is just- different. He dug me and I dug him and I just-I’m really gonna miss him. “

“Sometimes,” Pony’s voice breaks, but he soldiers on, “sometimes I wish I coulda died in his place. Or Dal’s. That way we’d at least be together.”

“Don’t say that!” Fear so cold it burns flashes through Darry, and he squeezes Pony tighter, as if the mere thought is a blow he could shield him from, “Please baby, don't ever say that, I couldn’t survive without you. Soda would go clean crazy I-”

“Cool it Dar,” Pony shakes him off, “I know that. I ain’t stupid and I don’t got a death wish either. I just miss him and I…wonder, sometimes. That’s all.”

“Well quit your wonderin’,” Darry scolds. He can hear himself getting harsh, the way he always gets when he’s worried, and tries to even out his tone, “that sort of wonderin’ does more harm than good. I wouldn’t trade you bein’ here for the world and I know for a fact Johnny and Dal wouldn’t neither. Savvy?”

Pony looks at him for a moment, and there’s such fear in those eyes, such grief, and yet so much trust it makes Darry’s heart ache in a completely different way.

“I savvy.” he says at last, and Darry internally sighs in relief. This conversation isn’t over, and Ponyboy has never been one to let things go, but at least, for the moment, he is safe.

The door opens then and Soda and Steve reappear, flanked by Two-bit with his mom and sister. Darry climbs to his feet, pulling Pony up beside him and they take a deep breath and all enter the chapel together.

For a second he stands there frozen, completely caught off guard, heart swelling with an odd mixture of gratitude and something else that isn’t quite grief, but has the same bittersweet tinge. 

There are more people inside than Darry expected, which is to say, there’s people there at all. He’d fully believed the only ones who’d bother coming to Johnny and Dal’s funeral would be the gang and Two’s family, but Tim Shepard and a few of his guys are clustered near the back door, looking uncomfortable, and Sylvia Devares is as cold eyed and sour faced as ever, but present nevertheless, sitting in the second row of chairs, glaring at Dally’s casket as if she expected him to sit up and start cussing her out any second. There’s no sign of Mr or Mrs Cade, but there’s a dark haired girl probably a year or two younger than Ponyboy sitting next to a tired looking man in his forties that Darry remembers Johnny staying with sometimes when he was really little, before Mrs.Cade cut her family out of her life for good. It’s strange, Darry thinks, seeing the love people don’t express until it’s too late. It has to have been nearly a decade since Johnny last saw his uncle and baby cousin, yet here they are, waiting to say their goodbyes.

Darry speaks quietly with the funeral director and the service begins, some local pastor kicking things off with a short sermon. Darry knows Dally probably would not have chosen a clergyman to speak at his funeral, but he also probably would have told them to have a beer in his honour and chuck him in the ground; and knowing how much Johnny had liked going to church with Pony, the sermon seemed appropriate. If he’s being quite honest with himself, Darry isn’t at all sure heaven or hell exists, but he also isn’t willing to gamble when it comes to Johnny and Dally’s souls. If a qualified preacher putting in a good word with the big man could get them a chance at eternal happiness, Darry would gladly sit here for fifteen minutes listening to him talk. If Darry’s being honest, if Dally’s gonna get into heaven, his soul needs all the help it can get.

It’s after they’ve all said a final amen, but before Pony has managed to start the eulogies, that the door creaks open and one final mourner slips inside. She’s clearly trying to be inconspicuous, but the timing of her arrival and the fact she clearly isn’t from around here make it so every eye in the room turns directly on her the second she gets through the doorway.

The first thing Darry notices is how skinny she is. He’s known a lot of folks in his time that are somewhat underfed, but this woman is better described as emaciated. The second thing he notices is how sick she looks, with her pale face, puffy eyes, and hunched posture; and the third is her white blond hair and pointed ears, two features he’s only ever seen on one other person.

“Who’s the junkie?” Tim Shepard sidles over and murmurs in Darry’s ear as the woman takes a seat in the second row of chairs, and Ponyboy clears his throat and starts Dally’s’ eulogy.

“Hell if I know.” Darry murmurs back, and it’s true. Dallas never mentioned anything or anyone from his past, and the gang had always respected that. He has no idea who the girl might have been to Dallas, just figures there must be some sort of familial relation.

“Well damn. Mighta been useful to know he had family who like smack,” Tim shrugs, “coulda got her a decent price at least.”

Darry glanced at the girl’s slumped posture and the way she kept scratching at her arms, and winced. Drugs are an aspect of the east side he’d always found particularly unsavoury, simply based on how visibly they could destroy someone. There were slower poisons, yes, like booze and gambling and hate, but drugs were simply more obvious. There were plenty of addicts that bummed around the train tracks or out near Brumly territory, and much as Darry hated to admit it, Tim’s assessment of the blonde was spot on. She was clearly hooked on smack, and from the looks of it, had been for a while.

Pony finishes the eulogies, voice shaky but more composed than Darry would have expected, but he barely hears him. All he can see is the back of the girl's blonde hair and the points of her ears. For some reason it had been easier to grieve Dallas when he felt like one of the only people who could mourn him properly; but this girl has clearly travelled who knows how far to attend this cobbled together funeral, and now some part of Darry feels like maybe he should have publicized it wider, spent some time really looking for Dallas’ next of kin. Not that he would have known where to look, but maybe it was selfish to just assume their ragtag pieced together family was truly the only family Dallas had. After all, everyone comes from somewhere, right? Maybe he should have tried to learn more about Dallas’ somewhere. 

A voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Dallas himself tells him not to be stupid, that Dallas was a kid who’d left where he came from and never looked back once, a kid who had died after losing the only person he couldn’t stand to lose. This girl may be here now, the voice says, but whoever she was clearly meant nothing to the person Dallas was when he died. It still does little to assuage the guilt slowly curdling in Darry’s heart.

The funeral director smoothly wraps up the ceremony without Darry having to do anything, mentioning the refreshments in the other room and reminding everyone to say their final goodbyes as they’d be closing the caskets in half an hour before moving to the graveyard. There’s a part of Darry that’s grateful that making the announcement didn’t fall on him, and a larger part that dreads the next half hour but dreads the minutes after it even more fervently. 

A line at the caskets forms quickly, the scant mourners each taking a turn to say their own goodbyes, and it would be almost sweet if it wasn’t so grim. 

Mrs. Mathews and Susie go first. Neither one of them glances at Dally for long, but Darry can’t really blame them for that, considering they hardly knew him. Both women linger longer next to Johnny, and Susie drops a tootsie roll into the casket with a sniffle. Those two were buddies, Darry knows. Johnny used to crash at the Mathews’ place almost as much as he crashed at their house, and Johnny and Susie’s matching gentle souls had bonded them quickly.

Tim and his guys go next, and they linger longer beside Dallas. None of them say much really, but there’s a tightness in Tim’s jaw that speaks more to regret than anger when he finally mutters an ‘asshole’ under his breath and stalks away, his gang following behind. Darry doubts he’ll show up to the cemetery, but can’t exactly begrudge him for it. It was good of Tim to come at all, mostly because if the roles were reversed and it was Tim lying there instead, Darry isn’t at all sure Dally would have done the same. 

Sylvia goes next, and her glare doesn’t waver, but whatever rant she’s murmuring to Dallas seems heartfelt for all of its rage. She doesn’t even glance at Johnny on her way out, and it should make Darry’s blood boil, but it doesn’t, not really, because everyone knows Sylvia Devares doesn’t care about anyone but herself, so if Dally meant enough for her to show up at all then she really must have cared as much as she could. Those two were a dumpster fire even at their best, and nothing about them ever gave the impression they were in love, but Darry knows better than anyone that you don’t need to be in love to love somebody in a way that could destroy you. 

Johnny’s uncle and cousin step up the small dais, and the old man says something in the language Johnny’s mom stopped letting him speak the same year she stopped speaking to her family, the one Johnny tried teaching to Ponyboy just to spite her. Whatever he says, it’s a blessing meant only for Johnny, but Darry can feel the weight of it, the love, the regret, the pain, just from the man’s tone. Johnny’s cousin glances once more over her shoulder as they leave, black eyes twinkling just the same as Johnny’s used to, and for a second it’s hard for Darry to breathe.

Now it’s the hard part. Ponyboy, for all his evocative words and stubborn strength, has not looked at Johnny’s body since he stepped into the room, and the second he does he lets out a horrible sound, something between a choked off whimper and and a sob, before darting from the room like something is chasing him. Maybe something is. Darry knows all about how memories can be specters. 

“I’ll go,” Soda stops him from following after Pony with a hand on his shoulder, “you say your goodbyes.”

Dary almost protests, almost tells him to say his own goodbyes while he still can, but there’s shadows in Soda’s eyes, and a strickenness to his face. Suddenly, Darry remembers the way Soda had panicked back when they closed the caskets on mom and dad, how his face had turned white as harsh breaths forced their way through clenched teeth, and he realizes that maybe this is Soda trying to save himself; so he nods and offers him the closest thing he can manage to a smile before Soda turns and follows Pony out the door, leaving Darry with Steve and Two-bit.

Two-bit is blubbering where he stands in front of Dally, and Steve is misty eyed beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Darry knows he should comfort them, play big brother to the brothers who are still his, just not by blood, but there’s something about watching the other people who cared say goodbye that is healing a piece of him, and he can’t bring himself to move. Not yet.

Eventually, Two-bit’s sobs give way to hushed murmurs and begging, Steve’s solemn facade cracking a bit as a single tear finally traces down his cheek. Darry swallows against the lump in his throat, wishing there was a way to make this easier for them and knowing there isn’t. This is one of those things they’re just going to have to feel.

“We’ll see you out there, Superman,” Steve claps Darry on the shoulder as he guides Two-bit out to the parking lot, the redhead already in the process of lighting a cigarette. Not for the first time, Darry is inordinately grateful for Steve Randle and his unmatched ability to be supportive without ever being overbearing.

He steps up the dais, steps muffled by the cheap carpet of the funeral home, but seeming to echo nonetheless. Johnny and Dally are arranged side by side, cleaner and more put together than they ever were in life. Darry hadn’t had any nice clothes to send for them to be buried in, but they wouldn’t have wanted them anyway. They’re both in jeans, Dally in a black t-shirt, and Johnny in a blue one, his jeans jacket pressed and arranged neatly around his small frame. There’s the same uncanny wrongness in their corpses that there was in mom and dad’s that make it impossible for Darry to be able to pretend they’re sleeping or any other such platitude people try to lie to themselves with. Dally’s skin, while pale in life, is now so white it’s waxy, seeming even more stark against the contrast of his shirt. Johnny’s unnatural stillness is so unlike his constant fidgeting it’s almost startling, and his face so peaceful is eerie. Jumpy, gentle, fierce Johnny Cade never looked so calm in life as he does in death, and the realization is a whole new kind of sickening.

A presence at his shoulder is the only thing that keeps a tear or two leaking out. When Darry looks over, the blonde girl from earlier is standing quietly a half pace behind him, her sunken eyes fixed on Dally with such sorrow it’s hard for him to look at. 

“You knew him.” Darry says. It isn’t a question.

“I did,” The girl agrees, “or at least I used to.”

When he was alive, even after years in Oklahoma, Dally’s voice always kept a burr of the yankee accent but this girl is full Brooklyn, and the oddness of it to his country bred ears almost has Darry laughing, despite the seriousness of the situation. Luckily, the girl doesn’t seem to notice, her eyes still locked on Dallas, for all she’s conversing with him.

“How?” Darry wonders. “How did you know him, I mean?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.” Not anymore, at least. Not that it had mattered before, but he’d always been curious about Dallas, the only one of their gang whose background was a true mystery.

Silence reigns for a minute. Darry watches a wasp buzz around the flowers on top of Dally’s casket. 

“He’s- he was- my brother,” the girl admits, voice breaking, and Darry can’t keep the shock off his face. He’d thought, based on the resemblance, that she might be a cousin or something, but a sister? 

“My baby brother,” the girl repeats, almost to herself, and Darry’s heart clenches. It isn’t just the bone deep anguish comprised in those three words, it’s the way they force Soda and Pony to the forefront of his mind. Sure, Dally wasn’t anything like either of his hard headed, stupid, secretly sweet brothers, and it’s clear whatever relationship Dally had with his sister isn’t anything like how Darry’s own is with his, but this girl has still lost her baby brother. Darry had got a taste of what it was like to lose Ponyboy for a week, and it nearly killed him. He’d been lucky enough to get Pony back. Dally’s sister will never get him back.

“I..I’m sorry,” Darry chokes, “I didn't know. I would’ve tried to invite you or let you plan stuff, I-”

“Don’t.” She cuts him off, and for a second its Dallas glaring at him. Then he blinks and her glare has faded, and he can breathe again, “You did the right thing. There’s a reason he left New York. He wouldn’t have wanted me anywhere near the planning of this.”

She doesn’t say he wouldn’t have wanted her there. Darry figures it might be implied anyway.

They lapse into silence again. The air in the chapel smells like incense and cleaning chemicals, a stiff, heavy, artificial mixture that seems like a strangely fitting smog over the day.

“He wasn’t always like that, y’know?” Dally’s sister bursts out, like she’d been trying desperately not to say it and been unable to keep silent anyway.

“Like what?”

“Like..he wasn’t always the way he was when he left. The way he was when he found you guys. He didn’t always hate everything.” 

Darry tries to picture it, a Dallas Winston who wasn’t jaded and callous to the point of cruelty sometimes, a Dallas who lived instead of just surviving. Try as he might, he can’t quite manage it.

“What was he like? Before?”

“Quiet,” The barest trace of a smile tugs at her chapped lips. “Smart. Kind, before he forgot how to be.”

“He didn’t forget,” Darry tells her, thinking of the million and one ways Dally had helped out the gang, refusing any and all thanks for it, “he just wished he could have. But he was still kind. In his own way.”

“Well that’s something, I guess,” the half smile fades and she sighs, gazing down at Dally’s still face with so much regret Darry could drown in it. “He deserved better.”

“They both did.”

“Before he left I mean. He deserved a chance, and I…I couldn’t give it to him. Not since that first hit.”

“Oh,” For a second Darry thinks she means an actual physical hit- then he realizes, “oh.”

He’s never been good with words, and right now is no exception. He doesn’t have a clue what to say. Luckily, she just gives him a sardonic grin and keeps talking.

“I was ten when Dally was born. His mom left when he was like, two, and our dad is a fucking asshole, so I kind of raised him. I had to. But I was ten. I didn’t know what I was doing, and he always wanted to know.”

She shakes her head ruefully. 

“‘Raya,’ he asked me once, ‘how come everyone else has a mom and I don’t?’ I didn’t know what to tell him. Then it was ‘Raya, how come Joey’s dad never hurts him like dad hurts us?’ and ‘Raya, what’s in dad’s cigs that make them worse than yours?’ and on and on until he stopped asking because I never had a good answer. Then he started going out by himself, and getting mixed up with the wrong people and then it was too late. He was, what, seven? maybe? the first time he got jumped, and he wasn’t even the littlest kid in our neighborhood it happened to. He never really had a chance. And then I went to that party, and-and I-I couldn’t…and he left. And he never came back.”

“Sorry,” she sniffs, wiping her eyes, “I didn’t mean- I just- I think you were good for him. Better than I was. You and your friends. I saw the pictures of you in the paper, after the fire and the shooting and everything, and there was one���he was in it, with this one,” she nods to Johnny, “and the other little one, and he was smiling. He didn’t smile much, even when he was real little. I figure anyone who could get him to smile and who bothered to plan a funeral must have been good for him.”

“Sounds to me like you did the best you could,” Darry tells her, because hell, he does the best he can and fucks it up, and so does Tim Shepard, and so does every older sibling who has ever had to be a parent when they themselves were still a child, “I think you were good for him as much as you could be.”

“Maybe,” Raya says, “maybe not. It doesn’t matter now anyway.” 

“It matters,” Darry says, because he’s seen too little love to not know how important even the imperfect kind can be, “you loved him, so it still matters.”

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say. Her lips purse, causing her sharp cheekbones to stick out even further.

“I need a smoke,” is all she says, casting one last look at Dally’s still face before turning on her heel and stalking out the door without looking back.

Darry doesn’t follow her, even though it feels like maybe he should. He’ll see her when they end up at the graveyard and if he doesn’t, well, he’ll have known she’d said her piece. 

He turns back to the caskets, taking in one unloved boy and a boy who wasn’t loved enough. Boys he’d loved like his own family. Boys he’d let down, no matter how hard he tried not to.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and it isn’t enough and it never will be but what else is there to say? “I tried.”

He stays there until the funeral director comes, shutting the coffin lids, locking two more of Darry’s family away from the world that never treated them right.

He squares his shoulders. Takes a deep breath. This day isn’t over, and his surviving family still needs him. 

Darry Curtis goes back to trying his best.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I have two things to ask:

1.-Can we be friends?

2.-Do you have any Outsiders headcanons (or any that you haven't submitted yet)?

I mean sure?? Idk who you are since you’re on anon, so not REALLY, but I’m always down to talk!

2. Yeah lol- tons. Too many. Here’s a few (okay like 25 oops) off the top of my head lol, some serious/angsty and some lighthearted/kinda stupid without any real order. (Lotta ‘em are about Steve tbh -there’s so little to him in canon that I have the freedom to hc pretty much whatever I want)

Steve Randle’s nearsighted and has no idea, which is why he’s literally always squinting. (I’ve had that one for like months but only recently mentioned it on here lol.) Steve thinks his vision is completely normal

Dally and Sylvia genuinely cared for each other, but they were both so horrible at having healthy emotions that they just made each other worse. In a bad way, not a fun way.

When Steve gets kicked out, sometimes he hangs with Johnny in the lot. They don’t really talk about anything important like their shared experiences of having lousy parents. Instead they talk about cars, girls, music, school…lighthearted stuff. Sometimes Johnny will find Steve crying, which he never mentions- he’ll just sit down as per usual, which Steve appreciates. Steve almost never finds Johnny crying though. Johnny doesn’t cry much.

Okay tangent- I love how Steve and Johnny are low-key foils. Like Steve always seems tough but then cries when pushed to his limit, while Johnny always seems skittish until he’s under a bunch of pressure- in which case he suddenly is confident. (Not necessarily thriving obviously, but confident yk? Like grinning while saving those kids in the fire.) I know SE Hinton probably didn’t intend that at all, but it’s just such an interesting detail to me. One of these days I’ll put it into words better

Johnny’s jeans-jacket is a hand-me-down from either Steve or Two-Bit. (I can’t decide which lol) (obviously Dally would make sense too, but honestly I think it’d add more depth to flesh out Johnny’s relationships with the other members of the gang)

After the events of the book, Two-Bit starts hanging around the Curtis’s place even more. At first the gang assumes he’s trying to lighten the mood. It’s only after he gets sent to the cooler for a month due to drunk driving that they realize he was actually hanging around so much because he was trying to keep his kid sister from seeing him so drunk…

Two-Bit likes to joke that he keeps failing junior year so that him and his sister can graduate together. Which is a very bad idea since his sister is a year younger than Ponyboy.

Sodapop often feels like he’s only good for looking pretty and not all that useful or interesting otherwise. He likes himself, but when he stops to think about it too much, he starts to wonder if he really has anything going for him at all

My H/C for Steve’s home life is that his Mom is sick w/ like cancer or something. Before she got sick, Steve’s life was pretty alright for an eastsider- he and his dad fought, but they always made up for the most part. They weren’t perfect, but they loved each other. But after she got sick, she wasn’t there to mediate between Steve and his Dad anymore, and the fighting got worse and worse. And then Steve’s dad started drinking more and it was pretty downhill from there. Steve’s Dad still loves him, but sometimes Steve wishes that he didn’t. If he didn’t, then he could hate him. But his dad does love him, so he can’t get himself to.

Steve and Dally taught Johnny to drive when they were all like fourteen-fifteen-ish. Johnny is a very reckless driver. He loves speeding.

Johnny also loves fast roller coasters and stuff.

Dally doesn't ‘cuz he’s low-key scared of heights- he likes riding broncos and rodeos, but put him at the top of a roller coaster and he’s convinced that it’s gonna break and he’s gonna die. He pretends he doesn’t mind. The only people who know he’s scared of them are Johnny, and before she died, Mrs. Curtis.

Steve has a napoleon complex. Johnny, who is shorter than him by a few inches, likes to bully him for it sometimes

Ponyboy and Cherry don’t interact much in the school year after the book, but in the summer after, they start to hang out. Eventually they become pretty close. They fangirl over Paul Newman together

Ponyboy still doesn’t let Cherry read his theme though until years later

Marcia and Two-Bit re-meet a few months after the book. (Two-Bit is really scared that she’s embarrassed to be dating him, and Marcia is really scared that he’s embarrassed to be dating her. Neither of them are embarrassed. They both adore each other.)

Two-Bit likes to watch Marcia barrel racing. One time while he’s there, he runs into Ponyboy watching Cherry barrel race and immediately tells everyone much to Pony’s chagrin

Evie knows a little bit about cars, and she sometimes helps out at the DX during summers. Steve is so whipped for her lol (and Soda too Steve has two hands)

Evie and Sylvia are besties, but Steve and Sylvia hate each other. They act civil in front of Evie, but as soon as her back is turned they’re growling at each other like dogs. (Well Steve is. Sylvia just acts condescending as hell. Sometimes it goes over his head, so Steve knows she’s insulting him but isn’t sure what the insult is/means. Which makes Steve kinda want to kill her.)

Steve and Soda are low-key co-dependent. (Steve more so- Soda has his family at least, while to Steve, Soda and Evie are his whole world pretty much) It’s probably not super healthy, and both of them are vaguely aware of that, but are trying not to think about it too hard rn

Ponyboy’s friend group in high school consists of Curly Shepard, Mark Jennings, Scout Jenkins (from the tv show), and eventually, in her senior year, Cherry Valance. (There’s others too but those are the main ones.)

Pony dates Cathy Carlson for a while too, idk if they’re good for each other or not- I kinda like the idea of them being a sweet couple tbh, but no one else on here seems to care about them so I haven’t really explored the idea much lol

In a Dally lives au, Mark Jennings and Dally end up spending a bit of time together through Pony, and at some point they realize that they’re half-brothers lol. Mark is a deeply obnoxious little brother to have, and he drives Dally nuts on purpose. Weirdly I think Dally’s a relatively good influence on him, as much as someone like Dally can be. And Dally does care for Mark, though not as much as he cares for Johnny- Mark is, in his head, not exactly his responsibility.

Well I have (so many) more, but I think that’s enough for now lol. Point is, even though I haven’t drawn in a minute, I love these characters and their romanticized version of 1960s Tulsa so much and I think about them way too often lol

(dw once i get more into the swing of school I’ll be doin more art!)

[queenxxraccoon]

Speaking of female characters in The Outsiders, what do you all think their clothing styles and personality would be like? Characters we’ve read about or watched in the movie, what kind of depth do you think their characters have? I’ll try to give an idea of what I think. I also will say I don’t like a decent percent of the female characters bc of things they’ve been described to have done. Although Angela is the MVP we love her. @nexternalknowsthingz @thatonetotaldramaguy weigh in on this in curious.

Cherry: A girl a really tries to please both sides, can come off as arrogant and selfish but is forced to go along with what she is told (Socs forcing her to treat Greacers like trash). She although has a fiery side to her and has a big belief in her moral values (stuck up for Ponyboy at the drive in) she’s not perfect but I think she definitely tries and has good heart. 6/10 (God I hate her a lot though 😭)

Clothes:

Marcia: A genuine girl, shes very shy and polite. She can be sassy but also classy. Definitely also defends her friends like Cherry and is a real girls girl. Definitely also keeps out of trouble, she doesn’t trash Greasers but can believe some can be erratic or spontaneous into doing bad behavior. Doesn’t condone it but doesn’t make you feel bad for it. 8/10

Clothes:

Beverly: Now, forgive on this, but haven’t seen the musical so I don’t her personality at all. But she seems like she would take no shit. Think of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls. Very demure, very mindful, but will bust you right up side the head if she thinks you acting up. I can also see her being a bit of a toxic friend who uses people as stepping stones. 3/10

Clothes:

Evie: Steve’s gf. Not much is told about her in both the in the book and movie but let’s be real, she’s dating Steve. (I personally ship Soda and Steve but if we’re going cannon…) I definitely she a loving girl but someone who can PARTYYYY! A friend who would give the most amazing advice, definitely the girl who like knows what you like before you telling her, example:

Evie: “What you want to eat?”

Friend: “Idk I’ve never ate here before.”

Evie: “I bet you’d like (random food and drink combo)

You order it and you fucking love it. She understands ur taste. 10/10

Clothes:

Sylvia: Oooo hold me back I’m gonna beat this girl up. Similar to Beverly but way more toxic and isn’t afraid to show. Bev would work behind backs and in the shadows, but Sylvia would just be a brat and absolutely bitch to your face. She wants to demolish your self esteem. Katy Perry’s song Hot and Cold (idk I don’t listen to Katy Perry lol could be the wrong song name). Like one minute she could be super sweet but then tear you down the next. Constantly keeps you on your toes and gaslights you till you cook

S/O (Prob past Dallas): “Hey I’m leaving to hang out with my friends.”

Sylvia: “You never talked about them, who are they? Where are you going?”

S/O: “I talked about hanging out with them this morning.”

Sylvia: “No you didn’t, stop lying. Maybe you should get your brain checked because you’ve mentioned them before. Are you gonna go cheat on me with them?” Etc. Not a good time, -10/10

Clothes:

Sandy: Well, she’s not good either. Definitely a little spoiled. Would def manipulate Soda into believing he was a bad bf bc he didn’t do one really small thing for her like pull her chair out in a restaurant for her. 😒 Miss literally cheated, got pregnant and left Soda. (Or Soda got her pregnant? Can’t remember lol) But I feel overall she’s very bratty and not fun to be around. 3/10

Clothes:

Angela: This bitch! WE LOVE HER!!!!!!!! Comes in clutch. Someone talking shit about someone she loves, smack to the face. Don’t like the way ur acting, ear gets pulled. She wouldn’t do this unprovoked either, like she would need good reasons. Def a lover to her friends and a fighter to her enemies. I also believe that she’s into exercise or weight lifting. Honestly in my opinion def the energetic on steroids version of Evie. 1000/10

Clothes:

[poop7969]

So like I was thinking abt Dally n all that but I was wondering if y’all think he would cheat in a relationship?? I mean one hand he knows how it feels and how it feels to be betrayed and hurt by someone you love (and ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WENT BSCK TO SYLVIA) but on the other hand… it’s him like Dallas isn’t really supposed to “good” and I doubt he’d have some type of moral high ground n whatever. It’s kinda just like a maybe thing, I think he wouldn’t BUT it’s not like he would stay in something long term and just break up over dumb reason

[babydollitzel]

hiiii I love your works and I was wondering if you can do dating hcs for soda and dally? You don’t have too tho 🫶🫶🫶

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dallas Winston x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; just mention of leaving hickeys and smacking your bum

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ tysm I really appreciate it💕 and btw the Soda hc’s are next

∞༺♡༻∞༺♡༻∞༺♡༻∞༺♡༻∞

𐙚 he won’t give you his skull ring until he’s sure that you two would last because he lowkey has trust issues from Sylvia

𐙚 though you always reassure him that you’d never cheat on him and that you’re not like her

𐙚 For pet names I feel like he’d call you doll. Sometimes he’d call you “man” like he does to most people but you’re not so fond of it

𐙚 When he talks about you, not to shit talk but to probably brag about you, he’ll refer to you as his ‘broad’ or just by your name

𐙚 He lets you wear his jacket but most of the time you steal it

𐙚 When you guys are walking he puts his hand on your back pocket

𐙚 Also smacks your butt really hard and laughs when you squeal

𐙚 He steals stuff for you, and even though you tell him not to he does it anyway

𐙚 Much to your dismay he sneaks in through your window in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping

𐙚 At first the gang wasn’t sure about you because they were wary that you were like Sylvia but they eventually warmed up to you

𐙚 Randomly tugs your hair just to irritate you. He can be really annoying🫤

𐙚 Related to that, he like annoying you or making you mad because that little sht thinks it’s funny

𐙚 Likes to flick your forehead unnecessarily hard too like what

𐙚 Sometimes he’ll blow his cig smoke in your face and laugh when you scrunch your face. If you tell him to stop then he probably stop or say some sht like “make me”

𐙚 He doesn’t really say that he loves you because ‘It would be a miracle if Dally loved anything’🤓 and because he doesn’t want to admit it but he does show you that he loves you

𐙚 You always clean him up after a rumble while scolding him, as to which he acts like he doesn’t care but he does feel bad about making you worry

𐙚 When he kisses you it’s as if the dude’s trying to eat your face

𐙚 He’s also really protective, does not like it when he catches other guys checking you out.

𐙚 He either starts getting touchy in front of the guy or says something like “tf you looking at🤨”

𐙚 He loves leaving hickeys everywhere, especially where other people can see. He likes showing off that you’re his only

𐙚 He brags about you a lot and likes to show you off

𐙚 You hate when Dallas gets into jail and hate when you’re the one who has to bail him out. He also hates seeing your distraught face whenever you see him in his cell or in handcuffs

𐙚 Dallas is the typa guy to say, “Where my hug at?” or cover your eyes and say “Guess who?” like pls stop💕

𐙚 You guys bicker a lot because you’re both kinda petty but you always make up in the end

𐙚 He drives you around town and he purposely drives terribly just to spook you but he still keeps a hand GRIPPING your thigh

𐙚 He likes taking you to the drive in, sometimes yall don’t even watch the move. You spend the whole time eating popcorn and chit chatting or just making out at the back of the drive in

𐙚 When he’s drunk he gets really touchy

𐙚 please come back we miss you Dally🙏🏻

[winstonsns]

hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dallas Winston x reader story based off of the song "she's a fool" by Lesley Gore. The song reminds me a lot of Sylvia and Dallas and so maybe the story can be based around how reader is a better gf than Sylvia and such. Hopefully this makes sense LOL

she’s a fool (request)

authors note: this was super fun to write so i hope you like it 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, joking threats

you and your boyfriend, dally, are in your kitchen, both of you sitting on the barstools made for the island. the two of you are talking when you decide to take some cherries out of the fridge, you wanted a little snack to satisfy your hunger.

as you get up from the stool and walk to the fridge, dally asks, “heard that new elvis movie’s out, you wanna come see it with me? it’d be jus’ the two of us.” giving you a certain look and winking at the end.

you blushed, rolling your eyes and stating, “i want to go but i’m gonna ask my parents first. don’t wanna make them worried when they don’t see me at home.” you open up the fridge and take the cherry bag out, turning around and taking a bowl out of the cupboard.

you then take some cherries out of the bag and head towards the sink, rinsing them. dally gives you a confused look, “what— why are you rinsing them?”

looking back at him, you answer, “i dunno, my mom always told me to rinse fruits and vegetables because you never know what kind of bugs can be on them. just tryin’ to stay safe.” your boyfriend finally understands your answer and shrugs it off.

once you were done rinsing them, you put them in a bowl and put it in front of you and dally. your dad then comes down the stairs and says, “almost late for work, honey. i’ll be back around… probably six.”

you nod, grabbing his lunch out of the fridge while he thanks you, you ask, “hey, dad, do you think i could go to the drive in with dally today? it’d probably be around… um…”

looking to your boyfriend for the answer, he looks back at you then to your dad, finishing, “oh, probably around seven or so. we’d be back around nine, i’m guessing. right, baby?”

you blush and look at him, nodding. you stand next to him while he’s sitting, your dad eyes him suspiciously. you put your arms around dally’s shoulder, your chest to his back as you look over his shoulder.

“please, dad? we’ll be safe, dally can protect me, you know him! so strong, so good at fighting and so amazing…” you look at dally, dropping your arm to his bicep, smiling at him sweetly as he eats a cherry, a wide grin on his face.

your dad sighs, “fine. you better keep her safe, winston. and you better not,” he paused, “and i mean better not do anything bad or inappropriate.” you tried to hold back a laugh, a smile evident on both you and your boyfriends faces. your dad made a serious face at you, crossing his arms.

you walked over to your dad and thanked him, “thank you dad! i think you should be heading to work now though, love you!” while you’re giving him a hug, he glares at dally, causing your boyfriend to put his hands up in a mocking surrendering pose.

when you let go of the hug, your dad replies, “love you, kid.” and walks out of the door, you walk behind him to lock the door. you then go back to dally, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and once again kissing him.

after pulling away, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, anyone would know you are the only one he loves if someone saw him like this. he knows he loves you although it’s difficult for him to express it, he doesn’t directly voice it to you.

the two of you stay at your house for the next nine hours, consisting of you talking, sleeping or reading while he looks around your room. by the time it’s 6:30, the both of you decide to drive to the drive in.

when you get into the drivers seat and your boyfriend is in the passengers seat, he asks, “why ain’t i drivin’?” you chuckle, looking at him to see if he was serious.

you answer, “i love you, dal, but i am not lettin’ you drive my car.” he rolls his eyes as you begin to drive, “i’m a perfectly good driver, don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout…” he mumbles.

you laugh, the only laugh he loves so much, the one he’d notice even if so many others were laughing at the same time. he grins, looking back at your concentrated face, focusing on the road.

when you both arrive at the drive in, you find a good place to park before getting out and sitting on the hood. dally sits next to you, you then hear a loud scream in your ear, causing you to lean towards your boyfriend and look to him for help as you scream back.

you look behind you to see two-bit laughing his ass off, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as you give him a pissed off look. your boyfriend laughs as your side is pressed into his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead.

“i’m gonna get us some snacks. you want anything?” you stated, asking your boyfriend too. he thought for a moment before responding, “just a coke, thanks doll.”

as you walk away, he grabs a cigarette from the box in hispocket, he got into the habit of avoiding smoking near you. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

your boyfriend and two-bit are both talking when keith interrupts, “looks like you got company, dallas. you’re so fucked, i’ll be back when sylvia’s gone.”

dally groans, hearing sylvia’s voice behind him, “hey, dal, you wanna come back to my place after the movie’s done?” the nickname feels so wrong coming from her. he doesn’t even look at her, doesn’t turn around and focuses on the car, your car.

“get the fuck away, i have a girlfriend.” he responds, clearly agitated as he doesn’t want you to see him angry. he doesn’t look to see where you are, he knows you’ll be back soon.

she responds, “so? she doesn’t have to know…” as she puts her hand on his arm, he loses his temper.

“god, don’t you ever know when to fucking stop, sylvia? we broke up because you fucking cheated on me while i was in the cooler, man. there’s no way i could even be with you after that. you’re a piece of shit, you’re a bad person and you deserve nothing but the worst for the rest of your life. i have a girlfriend, she never treats me how you did. she’s way better than you, better than all the girls i’ve dated, and you can go cry about it to someone else for all i care. she treats me like she actually loves me, she treats me like she knows my fucking worth. she does more than you ever could, and she is the one i want. you can piss off, sylvia, you’re dead to me, you fucking get that?” he pauses, still angry as he sees tears in her eyes, “oh, now you’re crying, huh? maybe you should’ve thought first before cheating on me, before treated me like shit! get fucking lost.”

she runs away at the last sentence, dally rolling his eyes and leaning against the car, going back to smoking. two-bit walks back to him, asking, “damn, you do care about y/n. never heard you talk about her like that, is it true?”

your boyfriend stares at him, nodding slightly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “you tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your damn head off.” his friend chuckles at the threat, stating, “your girl’s back, put it out before she sees.” referring to the cigarette.

he drops it and puts it out with his heel, walking over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, taking his soda out of your hands, thanking you.

the both of you sat down on the hood of your car, you scoot closer to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you, returning the favor except on your forehead.

as the movie plays, the soda cups begin to become less filled, the chip bags only being filled with crumbs. the silence of you and dally are occasionally interrupted with little comments about the movie.

once the movie is done, the two of you look at each other and smile. you grab his trash and walk to a trash can, him following you, for protection, he says. he then follows you back to the car, grabbing your hand and staying close to you.

the both of you get into the car, driving in the direction of your house. the drive there is filled with silence, dally looks at you, not being able to see your face well because of the dark. he places his hand on your thigh, looking out the window once you turn your head to him.

when you arrive at your house, you open the door to see your dad in the living room, sitting on the couch. he reads the newspaper and looks up, asking, “how was the movie, you two?”

you respond, “oh, it was good!” and summarize the whole movie for him, as he wasn’t planning to see it anytime soon.

you then look nervously at the ground, your boyfriend still behind you at the entrance, standing awkwardly. you ask, “hey, um, dad?”

he sighs, putting down his newspaper as you smile, “can dally stay over tonight? he’s already here and it would take him a while to get back to his own place…”

your dad sighs once again as your boyfriend is silent, “yeah. go to bed.” you exclaim and walk to your dad, hugging him and thanking him.

you then walk to your boyfriend, leading him upstairs as he grabs your hand once again. you notice and ask, “dal, you seem awfully close today, did something happen? i’m not complaining, just wondering.”

he looks at you, stating, “sylvia came up to me at the drive in. asked me if i wanted to go back to her place, i said no and told her i gotta girlfriend, that you’re way better than her and i’d never want her again, not even to save my life. told her to piss off.”

as the two of you walk into your bedroom and you close the door, you beam, “aww, that’s so cute, dal! thank you for telling her to piss off and stuff.”

“yeah, no problem, doll.” he replies, letting go of your hand for a brief moment to take his shirt off, changing his pants into more comfortable ones he had left at your house.

you walked into your bathroom, doing your nightly routine before changing into your pajamas. you pull the sheets down, curling up as you look at your boyfriend.

he smiles, scoffing and pulling down the sheets on the other side of the bed, laying down. you cuddle up next to him as he puts his arm around your waist in a protective manner.

“love you, dal… thanks for being the best boyfriend ever…” you mumble into his chest, falling asleep quickly after.

he pauses before kissing your forehead gently, your head on his chest. he realizes he wants to be cherished, to be loved, you make him feel that way. he can’t find a single flaw in you, and realizes he should treat you like he loves you. you are a better girlfriend than sylvia ever was, than all of his girlfriends combined. you make him feel like someone, make him feel like he has someone to live for.

“sweet dreams, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, falling asleep not long after. your dad quietly opens the door, light coming in as he saw you and your boyfriend cuddling.

he chuckles softly, closing the door and walking into his own bedroom, knowing you were truly loved by dallas winston.

[ultravionna]

confrontation

pairings: dallas winston x reader [gender not specified]

summary: suspicion and tension rise when reader stumbles upon something unexpected at buck’s.

warnings: nsfw if you squint, allusions to smut, cursing

w/c: 422

a/n: my first ever fic, not edited, just getting my feet wet. any (constructive) feedback is appreciated :) 

dallas’s room at buck’s was completely trashed from yet another rager buck had thrown the night before. you didn’t attend due to the fact that dallas wanted to keep the relationship on the low. you respected his wishes until the day you had enough—today. you were in his bedroom having a full blown argument over a pair of underwear you’d found under his bed. knowing his ex sylvia was at the party last night as well, you felt angry. hurt. played. and it didn’t help that he did not see the problem at hand. 

“i really don’t get why you’re acting like a goddamn baby about it, man. i ain’t do nothin’ wrong.” he countered in defense from across the room. 

“are you fucking kidding me right now, dallas?! then who the fuck are these, ‘cause they sure ain’t mine?” you shouted back, throwing the pair of underwear at him.

“i should’ve known you were no good! walking around town thinking you’re hot shit, but you aren’t, dallas! you aren’t! you lie, you cheat. you’re a coward!” you two had been going back and forth for the past half an hour, quite sure that everyone downstairs at buck’s was hearing in on the gossip, but you could care less about what they thought. 

dallas clenched his jaw, stepping over to you with long, quick strides and gripping you by the arm. “say it again.” he demanded, his dark brown eyes staring into yours with intensity as you tried to break from his grasp. 

“let go of me.” you fought, pushing against his chest, even though he clearly wasn’t gonna budge. 

“say it again,” he repeated, his tone cold. 

“you’re a fucking coward.” you said louder before he pushed you back into the wall and gripped you by the throat. 

“ima coward, huh? sure don’t fuck like one. ‘n that thing from last night screamed my name better than you ever could,” dallas said with a sly smirk on his face, his hands moving to take a hold of your waist and press himself closer as he leaned forward and let his lips brush against your neck. 

“i hate you,” you mumbled. 

“oh, i know you do, sweetheart, but you love this dick,” he murmured before undoing his belt with one hand and continuing on to fuck you senselessly into the wall. 

make up sex with dallas was definitely a favorite. even if it meant going to extreme measures, like placing an old pair of your underwear under his bed, to get it.

[lizzy019]

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈" 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒜 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃!

Dom!Dallas Winston x Plus-size Fem!Reader x Sub!Johnny Cade

cw -> insecurities, polyamorous relationship, slight somnophilia, squ¡rt¡ng :))

Word Count -> 1.5K

Did you know in the late 50s and early 60s, being more weighty was actually the beauty standard because it showed wealth?

Happily sitting on Dally’s bed with a drink in hand, you hesitantly tap at the material of the beverage with intentless energy. You were simply bored hearing Dally rant to Johnny about Sylvia, and comforting Dally wasn’t an easy feat anyway.

Johnny was skilled at it, offering an ear for him and some occasional words of encouragement and enthusiasm, but it hurt a bit to see Johnny so optimistic for his friends but never himself.

You resonated with that realization.

Your drink was placed down by your own doing, and you offered Dallas a cigarette while lighting your own. Gladly, he took it and lit it, breathing it in a sighing.

“I put in all that time for her, man. I gave her everything, just for her to bang another asshole who probably doesn’t have any more manners than I do,” He complained, looking at Johnny with a smile.

“You don’t gotta worry about that though, man. You’ll pick up a girl, most like ‘em sweet anyways.”

Johnny’s expression grew soft with glee, eyes wide in surprise as he nodded with vigor. He was excited for that, who wouldn’t be?

Seeing him all happy made you smile too, and a gentle hand came to rub his back out of kindness. Johnny’s head plopped itself to your shoulder, using it as a temporary pillow.

“Tired?” You asked softly, gently playing with his hair and resting your cheek against his head. A nod was your only reply.

“Johnny man, you’re hoggin’ her attention, you lil shit.” Dallas murmured, playfully heaving Johnny away to wrap his long arms around your body.

It was a tight, energetic hug, one that had a small pink hue flutter onto your cheeks and nose. Hugs were nice, especially when you received them from the people closest to you.

“Gotten squishy? Sweetheart, you’re so warm.” Dally murmured with a smirk, gently pulling away to squeeze the soft fat of your tummy. It always made you a bit self conscious, but Dally and Johnny were always the most supportive and loving of it.. in their own ways.

Johnny often kissed the fat on your tummy, squeezed your thick thighs and enjoyed having your weight on his lap, or the other way around. Dallas liked slapping your ass, groping your tits and pinching your muffin tops. He just liked that everything was more full on your body.

So while Johnny was cuddled at your hip, breathing in your sweet smell and kissing your neck thoughtfully whenever he got the chance, and Dallas was squeezing your breasts and holding you both near, you decided that it’d be a wonderful time to take a nap.

So while your eyes fluttered shut and everything dulled to a dark serenity of sleep, you found yourself briefly lamenting falling asleep and not being able to see your two lovelies all happy and cozy.

But a small kiss from Dally to your forehead pushed those worrisome thoughts away, and with happy intent, you drifted off to the serene solace of sleep.

Waking up to whimpers and pushes of your body, you opened your eyes to see Dally and Johnny bare in front of you on their knees, chatting hurriedly as Dally fisted his erect cock.

“Johnny man, you’re worryin’ too much. You know she won’t mind, so what’s a’matter?” Dally groaned in complaint, watching Johnny try to cover his obvious erection pushing the inside of his jeans.

“Dal, it just don’t feel right. I love her, I don’t wanna break her trust. What if she ain’t comfortable with this kinda stuff? What if she wakes up? I dunno, Dal, I don’t wanna do it.” Johnny mumbled, his hands carefully rubbing your hip as you acted asleep.

You could feel your heart swell when Johnny spoke so firmly about what he thought would do you best, and you swore that it had your clit twitching so happily, you would’ve moaned out if you weren’t so adamant on having them not wake you.

“Man, you’re such a pussy. Move, I’ll do it myself.” Dally grumbled, moving a finger to your core and gestured for Johnny to spread your legs.

His lovely boney hands grasped at your thick thighs, opening them for Dally’s entry. All while Dallas looked at your pussy suspiciously and sighed.

“Doll, we know you’re awake now. Stop fakin’, just open your eyes.” Dally groaned, slapping your ass lightly and smirking.

At those words, you chuckled lightly and opened your eyes without reticence or hesitance, smiling widely at the two of them. It was weird seeing Johnny beside you with his hands firmly holding your thighs and Dally hovering over you, a smirk on his face and an erect cock in his hand.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart. You’re gonna take my cock in this pretty pussy, yeah?” Dally murmured, smiling.

Your smile faded a little, your hand pulling the shirt on your torso down to hide your apron belly. This wasn’t expected! Johnny was in the right for that, you didn’t want it.

Johnny noticed instantly, and scooped your heavy body onto his with care. This had you smiling wide, and your hands gently held his knees.

“It won’t be that bad, sugar. I’ve got you, don’t I? Come on, we’ll do the hard part together. Lift your arms.” Johnny hummed softly, easing your worry slightly.

So with reluctance, your hands went up and Johnny’s hands gently pulled your shirt off of your body. Mortification swam through your whole soul, and Johnny was instantly satisfied with the sight of your chubby stomach all rolled up so cutely.

“That’s my pretty baby. Look atchu, so gorgeous and soft.” Johnny hummed, hugging you tight from behind as he unclipped your bra for Dally’s greedy sight.

“Cute love handles and stomach rolls, huh Dal?”

You smiled at Johnny’s praise, but Dally wasn’t adamant on doing the same. He spread your pussy lips apart and rammed his length into your core, causing a yelped moan to escape you.

“Oh, Dally! Fuck!” You cried out, your hands seizing Johnny’s knees tightly as your legs shivered in surrender.

Johnny couldn’t deny that the scene in front of him was getting to his innocent mind, but something about it was erotic. Maybe it was how loud you moaned, maybe it was how aggressive Dally was being with you, or the way your puffed out stomach jiggled whenever his hips hit yours.

Whatever it was, it had his cock fully erect in his pants, and he lightly grinded it against your rear to relieve some of the pressure from the confines of his jeans. Unfortunately, it didn’t work all that well.

“Johnny, take it out! I wanna be double penetrated, please!” You whined out, tears in your eyes from the ecstasy Dally was handing to you.

Johnny froze at your sudden request, giving you a skeptical look and thinking thoughtfully on an answer for you. While he didn’t wish to do it out of safety reasons, he wanted to see if you could handle it and how loudly you’d scream for them.

So with some hesitance, Johnny unzipped his jeans and shifted his boxer briefs down a bit to let his cock spring free and present itself to you.

With some hesitation and worry, Johnny adjusted you properly before he gently speared his cock into your walls, Dally giving a whimper at the sudden pressure before it was a combination of movements.

Dallas was mindlessly squeezing your breasts, while Johnny was working your clit. The overstimulation was making an orgasm bubble deep within your stomach, the cord of pure passion was beginning to tighten almost painfully.

Soon enough, the cord in your stomach snapped and shot out arousal fluid to Dally’s lower stomach. This had him pause entirely, causing Johnny to stop as well.

“Sweetheart, you just made a mess on me. You felt that good? Ay Johnny, man, we gotta do this more often if she reacts like this.” Dally smirked, wiping your cum from his torso before continuing his thrusts again.

Johnny nodded, moaning alongside you as he creeped up the staircase to cloud nine. Dally could feel it, the way Johnny slowed down his pace because it started feeling “too good.”

“No, you keep poundin’ her. Break this little pussy, yeah? Make her moan for us.” Dally commanded, thrusting into you a few more times before he toppled over the edge of pure congenial ecstasy.

The thrusts of Dallas rubbing against Johnny had the brown boy spurting out his seed too, moaning and whimpering until they both finally pulled out, only for a puddle of all three of yours’ cum dripping out onto the mattress below.

You were mindlessly twitching and teary-eyeing the two, eventually becoming faint from the overstimulation and pain in your uterus from the double penetration.

Luckily, they were both there, rubbing your thighs and stomach as you fell to a calm sleep.

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dating dallas hcs??

Dallas Winston x Reader Headcannons 🪐🪐

A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I just want to say, I love you guys so much. Thank you for all the support and patience! My request box is always open! <3

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❥ You guys met at bucks, you were a bartender and he lives there.

❥ He started to talk to you randomly because he was just bored.

❥ It turned into hours and hours of conversation and you guys just hit it off.

"Im Dallas Winston, Im sure you've-" You quickly interrupted with a sarcastic eye roll. "Yes, Ive heard of you. You say that to all the girls in town". He shook his head with a grin. "Nah, only the pretty bartenders." Cue another eye roll

❥ You were a fire cracker and he loved that about you.

❥ Yall became close to the point, he would rant to you about Sylvia. You had to hide your jealousy every time.

❥ You were talking to him about some rude person at work and he truly realized how beautiful you are. He really sat and stared for a hot minute.

"I wanted to punch that asshole so- Hello? Earth to Dallas fucking Winston?"  he jumped slightly at your words before cooly nodding.  "Im listening..."

❥ He was honestly conflicted about his feelings for you.

❥ It wasn't until you went on a date with someone else, he confessed.

"Dallas, whats your problem?" You didn't get why he was being such an asshole today. "Why didn't you come over today!?" he said angrily. "I had a date, y'know that!" he shrugged "Exactly!"

"It was just a movie and-" He looked at you with what felt like a hurt expression "and you didn't need to be with him. I like you." His hand came to the sides of your face and fiercely kissed you.

❥ You guys started dating after that. You guys never officially asked eachother, you just felt it.

❥ Getting to wear his Christopher.

❥ Walking around together with his arm around you.

❥Him never letting you walk around alone because he gets worried.

❥ The only time he will let you touch his hair is when you're stressed bc he's know you love it

❥ He leaves the biggest hickeys on you.

❥ His love language is acts of service.

❥ You not understanding half the stuff he says because the accent but you know he means well.

❥ He calls you doll and sweetheart.

❥ Always getting flustered when you patch him up bc he claims you have to sit on his lap to do it.

"Dallas, I don't need to sit on your lap to do this. You're fine just sitting on the counter" you say with a eyeroll.

❥ When you guys sleep together, he always ends up holding you.

❥ Movie dates

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❥ When in missionary, he props your legs on his shoulders so you can feel him deeper.

❥ He use's overstimulation as a punishment and reward.

- "Dally please, its too much." You pant out as Dally brings you to your peak for what seems like the 3rd time. "Weren't you just begging to cum like a pathetic slut after I said no" His thrusts became faster as you moaned out. "You can take it, sweetheart."

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- "Dally please, more!" You plead for another orgasm, feeling so good that you don't want it to end. You clench around him, moaning out. "You want more, huh? Ill give you whatever as long as you keep being a good girl for me." He continued to fuck you till you both were spent.

❥  He spanks/smacks your ass raw when he hits it from the back.

❥ Leaves loves bites all over your chest.

❥ Loves to tell you everything he going to do to you.

"Oh fuck, Dally faster!" you mewled as he fingered you. His two digits were hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "You like that, huh? Im not gonna stop till you cum all over my fingers."

❥  When he eats you out, he sucks your clit just right and he knows it too.

❥ Has a degrading and praise kink.

"Such a pretty little slut for me"

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when your school has an outsiders day on your birthday and you get to watch the movie on that day too 😍😍😍

f!greaser who has the biggest rbf but then when you talk to her shes just like a ray of sunshine 😛 I bet she is either really tall or really short there is no inbetween

LMAO LITERALLY ME and good for you!!!!! And I’m assuming you want headcanons for each of the greasers reactions to her??? That’s what ur getting

Nice F!Greaser with a serious RBF x The Gang reacts

Ponyboy Curtis

-scared as shit of you at first

-thinks youre going to be mean and plastic

-but one day you both get assigned for a project together

-and he discovers you’re the opposite of what he thinks

-and your smile is adorable

-you two end up being awesome friends

Johnny Cade

-he’s scared of you at first too

-he thinks you’re going to be mean to him

-so surprised whenever he’s in the lot at night one day

-and you come up to him, with a cold expression

-that instantly turns into one of concern “You sleep out here?”

-you smile as you pull him up and he nods

-you lead him to your house and offer him the spare room

-he’s forever grateful and you changed his entire opinion of you in one thoughtful question

Sodapop Curtis

-he sees you and thinks oh shit

-she’s not to be messed with

-and one day he sees you with a little kid, giving them a lollipop

-and your smile, so rare yet amazing

-it changes his opinion about you and you both become close friends

Darry Curtis

-he gets being intimidating

-probably the least phased by your RBF because he has a serious one too

-and you two both meet and kind of mutually understand

-you two would make an awesome couple

Dallas Winston

-he thinks you’re going to be like Sylvia and avoids you

-but he’s shit talking you one day

-not even really meaning half of what he says

-he’s just judging based on your looks

-only to find you’re right behind him, crying

-you run away and he follows you, apologizing

-and you don’t forgive him at first

-and it takes a really long time of you avoiding him and him trying to talk to you

-where you even get to a point of being comfortable talking to him

Two Bit Mathews

-he’s not scared of you

-at least not that much

-but he makes jokes about it to you

-“Damn, who pissed in your coffee this morning?”

-“If looks could kill you’d be in an orange uniform.”

-and you eventually laugh at one of his jokes

-which is when he realizes you maybe aren’t as bad as you seem

-you didn’t even get offended at his wisecracks, you found them funny

-which was rare and he admired that quite a bit

Steve Randle

-he’s super judgy at first

-thinks you’re going to be an asshole

-but one day you offer to help him on a car

-you’re surprisingly good with them

-and he admires your skills and you smile at him

-and he realizes he was a hit too judgmental after all

[alittlebitofloveliness]

What’s your interpretation of Dallas and Sylvia relationship?? Both pre book and post book.

HMMMM OK this is a tough one for me because there's so little of Sylvia in the book that I've kind of built my own lore around her in my head and through some of my fic and some but not ALL of it would work in canon universe, but I'll do my best.

SO in my head, as I've said before AND WILL SAY AGAIN Tim and Sylvia are best friends, they're platonic soulmates, you can't change my mind but ANYWAY i mentioned in this post that I think Sylvia first agreed to go out with Dally because she was pissed at Tim; and I think that probably went both ways and Dally asked her out for the same reason (I also think Tim warned Dally about her and he didn't listen). That said, I headcannon that Sylvia fell in love once long before she met Dally, and that it ended badly and she promised herself she'd never fall in love again; SO when she agreed to go out with Dally she already knew she'd never fall for him. I think she STAYED with Dally because he fascinated her. Sylvia is smart, but I think Dally was so unpredictable that even Sylvia with her cool, calculated suspicion, always ten steps ahead of everyone around her, could never predict what he would do next. They'd be out getting milkshakes and she'd be studying him like a bug in a jar. I think in Sylvia's mind, even though she was dating Dally and agreed to be his girlfriend, she was never truly attatched to him. No feelings on her end meant she didn't think twice about cheating, but part of me thinks it was also a sort of 'experiment' in her mind, to see if she could guess how he would react, her way of shaking up the proverbial jar. And I think that's the root of the problems in their relationship: Sylvia is playing her own games, and Dally has no idea what he's got himself into. i think too, we need to acknowledge Dally's misogyny and the role it probably played in their on and off relationship. I think Sylvia is headstrong and wouldn't tolerate being treated badly, but I also think Dally's ego would make him unable to see- or maybe unable to recognize- that Sylvia is simply smarter than him. He wouldn't be able to handle it, the way she could play him like a fiddle, so anytime her mask slipped just a bit, and he got to see the cold, calculating, intelligence she hides behind a giggle and lipstick stained smirk he'd get spooked and break it off for a bit. All in all they were horrifically toxic and terrible for each other from the start and they both knew it.

Post book and post Dally's death wouldn't impact Sylvia much I don't think. I think she'd miss him a little, because she could never perfectly figure him out and because he was fun to fight with, but I don't think she would properly mourn him. At least not as someone she loved, because she never loved Dally, not really, and never tried to either. I think it'd cause some tension in her friendship with Tim for a while too, because Tim really was Dally's friend for all he refused to ever get caught up in the drama of Dally and Sylvia's relationship, so Sylvia's blase attitude towards Dally's passing would really piss Tim off.

Thanks for the ask xx

[augustinapril]

Hi silly little guy!!!!

Can I requesttttt a Dallas Winston x Gn!reader who can’t handle PDA but absolutely obsesses over him? Like maybe Dally’s confused as to why R doesn’t want to do anything in public but is all over him when they’re alone :)??

I did this in the form of headcanons, I hope that’s okay!! Thank you for sending this in, ilysm!! You guys should go follow him because they also write!! Nor proofread. Requests are open! <3

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I think Dally would enjoy how you’re not as physically affectionate in public being I don’t think he’s that big into PDA either

He might think it’s a little weird at first though. And it’s not because he thinks you’re weird, but I feel like in his past relationships his other s/o’s were much touchier in public

Like Sylvia was constantly on him in public, especially with the more information you get on her in the book. She was just a bad gf so he definitely sees you not being as touchy in public as a welcome change!!

You two are so similar in that because he would love the d that you’re so much touchier in private because he definitely prefers it that way

And it’s not that he’s ashamed of you or anything, and he knows you’re not ashamed of him either, it’s just that he isn’t as comfortable with hugs and suck in public

He’s all over you when you’re alone as well. Just like he’s more open to giving you kisses and hugging and everything in private

You two cuddle on his bed at Buck’s ALL the time !! He enjoys sharing those moments with you when no one else is around because he feels like it shows a more vulnerable, emotional side of him

He thinks hugs and everything are visible proof that he loves you and he’s not too comfortable with people being able to genuinely see his emotions and stuff if that makes sense?

He just prefers his privacy and having this tuff guy facade to the public. He still has the tuff guy facade in private but he’s also more open about himself with you and very open about touching you and stuff

So an s/o who’s like this would be a really good match for Dallas, he would definitely love it.

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Thank you for reading, even though they weren’t long!! Reblogs appreciated!!

[queenxxraccoon]

The voting is official, Sylvia is now a brunette in my version.

[deim0sdread]

HEY HEY CHAT DID U EVER YAP ABOUT UR OC X CANON THING CUS ID KIKE TO KNOW I LOVE OC X CANON THINGS 🙏🙏🙏

I DID BUT NOT TOO MUCH IN CASE PEOPLE WOULD JUMP ME FOR IT BUT OMG SINCE SOMEONE WANTS TO HEAR ME YAP ABOUT EVA AND DALLY I'M GONNA YAP ABOUT THEM BECAUSE OMLLLLL THEY'RE ALWAYS ON MY MINDDDDD So Evangeline and Dally first met at the Curtis house, Dally was there to pick up Pony for them to head to the drive-in. They were both around 15 at that time and she was hanging out with Soda and laughing along to whatever Mrs Curtis had been talking about at the time. To him she was just another greaser girl even if she looked like more of a Soc than a greaser she didn't act like a Soc. She seemed too real for that. They barely really interacted after that until a few months before the beginning of the first book, she was walking home from school in the rain after a P.E. class and he was driving by in some car that was probably Buck's or Two-Bit's. He called out to her, mostly to try and hit on her. He was just trying to pick her up and she didn't really entertain him like most others did. They ended up bickering back and forth and eventually she got in his car and they headed to Buck's place. She took a shower there and got changed into some of Dally's clothes. She didn't have any dry clothes so it wasn't weird to her anyway. They got drunk after that, her more than him. They bickered a little and ended up kissing a few times. Dally decided to stop it since he was still with Sylvia and Evangeline did not appreciate that at all. Her and Sylvia never did get along much. She considers that Sylvia fucked up her chance to get with Dally since they got together soon after she told Sylvia and Sandy she had a thing for Dally. She still didn't argue with Dally on that and they just ended up making out on the couch. After that they started hooking up mostly and Dally excused it by saying that Sylvia was most likely two timing him anyway and she was so at least he wasn't wrong. They never got to be official, her parents would kill her if they found out she was dating someone like Dallas Winston. He wanted her to be a Soc so badly, to get with a rich guy and marry him and her mom wanted her to be someone who wasn't a thug, with someone who wasn't like her father now or like when he was her age. When Dally dies she's so heartbroken she makes an attempts at ending her own life. To her, Dally was the only one who ever really understood her. They were pretty much dating just not officially. Soda found her on a bridge with a glass bottle stuck in her throat and he luckily managed to get her saved. She wasn't ever really the same after that. For a long time she was pretty much like her mother, haunting wherever she was rather than actually being present. Soda tried to be there for her like she'd been there for him before Dally died. She's never the same afterwards. She developed a hatred of cops. She ended up getting married with Soda since they both couldn't get over their one that got away. Might as well be together knowing who the other's heart truly belonged to rather than lying to someone else and hurting them. They ended up having three kids together, Dallas, Johnny and Sandy, at least they got a normal-ish life in the end. It wasn't what either of them wanted but it's good enough. They got a ranch that Darry and Pony helped paying for after Pony's book sold a ton. They had an okay life...

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