#dating dallas winston

[cranberrv]

sweet

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston sneaks into your bedroom

( a/n : this request was so cute! i want dal so badly HOLYY but anyway i hope u cuties enjoy )

the smoke of a candle danced through your room, coating it in a subtle smell of vanilla. the beatles was playing on vinyl, the record spinning endlessly. your vanity was covered in expensive makeup and one of the lightbulbs on the fairylights strung to your wall was flickering, slowly burning out. the new pink pyjamas that your mother bought you sat comfortably on your skin, and the pages of a book were flipping every few minutes.

you feel a sense of calm as you relax. it’s storming heavily out but you’re safe inside, your parents are asleep, and it’s just you and your little dog hanging out on your bed. you’re almost ready to blow out your candle and head to bed.

until you hear a knock on the window. you jump at the sudden sound disrupting your quiet time, but ignore it, thinking it’s just the wind. but then it happens again multiple times. your head is going to worst-case scenario. serial killer? kidnapper? you don’t know, but they’re impatient. so you hesitate, but peak through your lacy curtains. your lover, dallas winston, is staring at you.

you relax your shoulders and sigh, opening your window. “you scared me,” you whisper-yell so you don’t wake your parents. “how do you know where i live?”

“two-bit told me,” he tells you, talking in a normal voice. you elbow him, and he whispers as he continues. “i should be asking you why another man knows your address.”

“i babysit his sister, he drops her off all the time,” you whisper. you’re annoyed at him for showing up at midnight, and you’re about to force him out, until you notice how drenched with rain he is. “you’re all wet, dal,” you sigh. “are you cold?”

he shakes his head and shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “nah, i’m alright, sugar,”

you sit beside him and gently rest your hand on his cheek for a second, checking his temperature to see if he’s lying. “you’re freezing,” you have a worried look in your eye. he knows it all too well, you get nervous for him easily. “i’ll go get you a towel. do you want hot chocolate?”

“baby, i ain’t gonna die of hypothermia,” he assures. “i don’t need hot chocolate.”

“okay,” you give him a kiss on the cheek, then stand up and walk out of the room to grab a towel.

as you walk out of the room and into the hallway, careful not to step on creaky floorboards and wake your loved ones up, dallas sits up from the bed, and starts looking around your room. he’s never been in a rich kids house before. he picks up your expensive lipstick from your vanity, the one you wear everyday, the one that stains his face when you kiss him. he picks up your perfume — he loves your perfume. he loves how you smell, rosey and feminine. the smell of you makes him feel serene, relaxation washing over him. you have this way about you that makes him feel so safe.

after he’s done looking at your vanity and your shelves of books and crystals, he catches a glimpse of himself in the vanity. he doesn’t fit in with you or your room. his hair is wet, his jacket is dirty, his shoes aren’t shiny and he looks roughed up. but what’s funny is that you don’t even care. most socs care about their reputation, they would never want to be seen around a greaser, but you don’t care. he’s never experienced unconditonal love like yours before.

you walk back in with a pink towel and see him looking at himself. “doing your makeup, dal?” you tease, and he playfully rolls his eyes in response.

“very funny, sweetie,” he sits back down on your bed and takes off his jacket.

you sit down beside him and start drying him off, because frankly, you don’t trust him to do it himself. you brush his bare shoulders and you pat his hair with the towel. he’s watching you do it all, admiring your focus and your need to take care of him. he takes your free hand in his own calloused hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb. he has so much love and thankfulness towards you, he just doesn’t know how to express it. him taking your hand causes you to lose your focus and look up at him. his gaze doesn’t drift, a soft smile on his face as your cheeks blush.

“i think i’m dry enough,” he whispers.

you nod, and set the towel down. “okay,”

he takes a breath before speaking again. “can i stay over here tonight?”

you hesitate. you would love for him to stay over, you would love to talk to him all night and spend time with him, but it’s a school night. “my dad wakes me up during school days, dallas, he’ll see you,” you whisper. “and i don’t really want him to know that a boy snuck in my room.”

“what? why? you’ll get grounded or somethin’? c’mon, doll, nothing is gonna happen,” you shrug, and he continues. “i just want to spend some time with my girl, is that a crime?”

“he’ll be mad—“ you start, but he interrupts you with a compromise.

“i’ll be out at 6:00, your old man won’t see me. i gotta help buck clean up the bar, anyway,” he insists.

“..fine.” you agree, a little smile growing on your face at the excitement of dallas sleeping over.

he gives you a peck on the lips. you guys continue talking for a little bit longer, about how he didn’t know you babysat two-bit’s sister, and about how your teacher got you in trouble for chewing gum. and when your beatles record stops and you change it, he tells you he’s never listened to them before because they’re a “soc band.”

after a while, you two are lying down, still talking in hushed whispers. it’s mostly you talking, but he loves your voice, so he doesn’t mind. his arm is around you, pulling you into his side. you let out a small yawn as you start to get tired, and he gives you a gentle pat on your back.

“go to sleep, sugar,” he tells you.

you disagree with him. “i like talking to you,”

“yeah, well, you can do that all you want tomorrow, doll,” he takes a breath. “you wanna swing by buck’s tomorrow?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i’ll come after school.”

he rubs your back gently, and adjusts himself to get more comfortable.

“can you blow out the candle?” you ask him before he gets too tired.

he nods, and leans over to your bedside table to blow it out, then he turns off the lamp. his st. christopher necklace and the smoke are the only things you can see in the darkness hugging you two. the beatles continues to play in the background, and you two stay close together, a feeling of serenity in the air. dallas chooses to stay awake for a bit longer, watching you fall into a peaceful state as you sleep.

dallas isn’t the same person with you as he is when he’s in public. when he’s with his friends, or even walking around town, he has this intimidating aura that can scare anyone who has the mispleasure of walking past him. he has a dangerous reputation around tulsa, and he’s seen as a teenage dirtbag who’s been to jail more times than you can count.

but when he’s around you, he’s completely different. his walls are torn down the minute he smells your perfume. he lets you take care of him, he doesn’t wipe off the lipstick stains on your face, and he’s oh so sweet.

so as he watches the candle smoke dance through the room, he can come to one conclusion. he will never leave the safe place that he calls you.

[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.

[drgstrcowboi]

wet matches

Dallas Winston x GN!reader.

Dally’s matches are wet and he can’t light a cigarette. Good thing Y/N has a lighter on hand.

Light fluff, some flirty exchanges. Mild cursing, smoking, Dallas being cheeky, hard to get along with, and a petty thief. wc: ~1,800

“Shit,” you hear Dallas mumble under his breath as you round the corner of the Rexall.

It was a bright late summer afternoon in Tulsa, one of those where the sun can’t quite decide if it wants to shine in a friendly way or beat down on the back on your neck mercilessly. Despite the heat, Dallas was clad in his typical uniform of jeans and a leather jacket with the collar popped. It was a wonder he didn’t die of heat stroke standing there without any shade as he let out another string of mumbled curse words.

“What are you on about now, Dal?” you asked him.

He was leaning against the light pole with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, face scrunched into a tight expression as he fiddled with a pack of matches. St. Christopher swung like a tired pendulum around his neck, propelled only the motion of his repeated attempts to strike a light off it. He’d done it so many times that a small friction groove had formed just down the face of a saint who must be exhausted trying to protect someone like Dallas.

“Wet matches,” he huffed, looking up at you before discarding another one of the broken fiddlesticks on the sidewalk, “goddamn things won’t light.”

You stuck a cigarette in your own mouth with a smile. It wasn’t often that Dallas Winston was in a position to need help at all, let alone from you, and it was kind of funny to see him struggle with the simple task of lighting a smoke. Most of the time he did it with such ease, almost like it was as natural as walking with his tilted glide.

“Here,” you said, hand outstretched with your lighter.

He looked at it, glancing up at you and then at the smoldering cigarette between your lips before bending down towards the unlit lighter. You scrambled a little at his movement, expecting him to take the lighter out of your hands instead of waiting for you to light his cigarette for him. With a quick flick of your thumb, the flame rose to the end of his cigarette, licking the paper first and then the tobacco as he puffed softly on the dog end.

“Thanks,” Dallas said as he pulled away, taking a step back from being so close to you. You hadn’t noticed the smell of his cologne when he first leaned in but when he pulled away you sensed the essence of cedarwood and leather drifting away from your nostrils.

“How’d your matches get wet?” You asked him, just trying to make pleasant conversation even though ‘pleasant’ and ‘conversation’ were not words you’d typically associate with Dally.

“They got left on the porch at Buck’s,” Dallas explained, “fucking things are useless now,” he added as he tossed the pack of matches in the general direction of a trash can with no clear aim for getting them in.

The matches scuttled across the concrete more like a tumbleweed than litter, falling end over end until they were a yard from the base of the can. You took a few steps forward and bent down to pick them up, letting the cigarette dangle from your lips again.

“It’s not good to litter, Dal,” you said as you threw the matches into the trash can and stood up. When you turned around he jerked his head up to meet your eyes, like he’d been caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to. Which, frankly, was what he had been doing.

“What are you, some kind of tree hugger?” He deflected, looking away and down the street as he chided you, “they’re just matches.”

“Were you staring at my ass?” You asked him with a chuckle before taking a puff of your half-smoked cigarette.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Dallas replied, turning back to you as he flipped his own cigarette around in his fingers.

You thought it was a little peculiar how he help his cigarettes, with the smoldering end facing his body so he had to rotate his wrist around to bring it to his lips. It was small reminder of his years in New York, where people held their cigarettes like that to protect them from the wind. Just like his accent when he was mad or groggy or generally out of sorts, Dallas had a habit of flipping his cigarette around when he was knocked off his groove.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Dallas asked, flicking ash onto the sidewalk by the toe of his worn boot, “don’t you have work or something?”

“Nah,” you exhaled, watching the smoke blow into the air with the force of your breath, “got the day off and time to kill, so I was just looking at the magazines in the drug store.”

“Anything good?” Dallas asked.

“Anything good what?” You replied, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“In the magazines, stupid,” he huffed.

“Oh,” you replied, “no, not really, those rags are mostly ads anyway.”

“Listen, man, I wasn’t looking at your ass, okay? Just get that out of your head.” Dallas spat.

You were a little taken aback at his defensiveness, thinking that line of conversation, if you could even call this exchange ‘conversation,’ had been dropped by now.

“So what if you were, Dal?” you replied, “I don’t guess I mind.”

“Well I wasn’t, so just drop it.” He said before taking another deep drag.

“You know you can still light wet matches,” you informed him, trying to direct the subject away from your backside.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his brow line at you.

“Wet matches,” you continued, “you can still light them.”

“No you can’t,” he protested, “I just tried like hundred times, you saw me.”

“Sure you can, Dal,” you said, “you just have to be patient and let them dry out first.”

Dallas just narrowed his eyes at you and took one last drag of his cigarette. He discarded the butt of it on the ground, just like the wet matches, and stared down the street again. And again, you reached down and retrieved his litter with a sigh.

“Seriously, Dallas,” you started to nag him about the trash as you stood back up. His gaze was back on your body, not your eyes, but this time he didn’t rush to look away. His cover was blown and he knew it.

“I’m starting to think you’re just littering so you can watch me pick it up,” you finish.

“And what if I am?” He replied, taking a step towards you, “you gonna stop picking it up?”

“God, Dal, where’d you learn to flirt?” you teased, “I can’t tell if it was a bar or jail.”

“Both,” he laughed, leaning against the light pole again. The afternoon sun hit his brown locks at just the right angle, like someone was staging the street corner to take a photo or something.

“Anyway, I better get going,” you sighed, fishing in your pocket for nothing more than a purpose for your next step. You didn’t have anywhere to be, and neither did he, and you both knew that. Just a couple of loitering hoods on a street corner, so typical of a Tulsa strip that you might as well be gargoyles or a fixture of the architecture or something.

“Want to catch a movie?” Dallas asked, almost in a nervous tone as he gestured at the Circle Cinema down the street.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, palming the house key in your pocket.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dallas urged, “it’s just a movie.”

“Fine, but you’re buying,” you agreed, taking a step in the direction of the theatre.

“No, we’re sneaking in,” Dallas corrected you, “right after I go swipe a new pack of matches. Stay there.”

And as quick the words came out his mouth, he disappeared into the Rexall, leaving you out on the street corner like a getaway car. Knowing Dallas, there was a 50/50 chance he wasn’t coming back out to catch the movie. He’d get distracted, or worse, caught by the same clerk who’d seen his sticky fingers in action hundreds of times over the years.

When he did finally come back out he had a shit eating grin on his face as he flashed his jacket open to reveal a few boxes of shoplifted candy.

“Where’re the matches?” You asked as he hurried you down the street.

“Ahh, I forgot ‘em,” he waved you off, “doesn’t matter anyway, you got a lighter.”

A few steps later, he picked up his pace as the door to the Rexall jingled open in the distance.

“Come on, hurry up, Y/N,” he pushed you forward, “you want to get caught or something?”

“Caught?” You replied as you jogged a pace or two to keep up, “I didn’t steal anything, Dal, you did.”

“Guilty by association,” he muttered as you rounded the corner behind the theatre.

By the grace of god and luck that only Dallas Winston seemed to possess, you two managed to sneak into the theatre with a jacket full of stolen candy before the show started.

Halfway through the movie, like clockwork, you both reached for your pack of smokes up in the balcony with all the other degenerates who couldn’t make it through a two hour film without a cancer stick.

You patted your pockets, looking for the lighter and coming up short only to glance over and see Dallas flicking it with his thumb in the dim light.

“What the fuck, Dal?” you whispered, “that’s my lighter.”

“And?” He replied, stretching his hand out with the flame to meet the end of your cigarette.

You obliged and let him light your smoke before playfully reaching to grab the lighter from his hand. He jerked his arm back and smirked at you before handing it over.

“When’d you take this anyway?” You whispered before being shushed by someone two rows back.

“Earlier when I noticed it in your back pocket,” Dallas replied with a softer smile this time.

A tossed pack of wet matches, a couple boxes of stolen candy, and trespassing in a shitty movie. That’s how Dallas tended to show his interest. It was no grand romantic gesture, but in his world it was pretty much a date.

And for the first time in maybe anyone’s lifetime, you were grateful for wet matches and that Dally ran low on patience and had a penchant for petty theft and littering.

“I thought you said you weren’t looking at my ass,” you reminded him.

“I was lying,” he said with a wink as he slung an arm lazily over the back of your seat.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

pinterest ily never change

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Ponyboy that was then this is now headcanons

• I’m a big believer in ponyboy continuing to dye his hair blonde after windrixville for sentimentality (also I fuck with the character design aspect)

• so his hairs died blond but it’s also grown out, its the late 1960s and greased hair is becoming even less of a thing than it was before, so his hair is choppily cut above his shoulders and it has the worst grown at roots

• he is the KING of hand me downs, more so than in the outsiders because he fits into more of the clothes that darry and soda actually saved, soda’s flannels, pants, shirts, Darry’s old jackets, he owns his shoes and that it

• okay this one goes more into the au where sodapop is drafted and killed in the Vietnam war because it technically lines up with the twttin timeline. But ponyboy would wear soda’s dog tags literally every day

• more reckless than he was in the outsiders, partially because he’s grown up and partially because of his friends and the people he surrounds himself with

• his friendgroup basically consist of the remainder of the gang, curly and Angela, mark, scout, and two bits sister Brenda I guess

• on the topic of Brenda, ponyboy basically reacreats his and Johnnys relationship with dally with her, they’re so siblings you don’t understand, the brother and sister ever

• very unpopular in school, not in a way of getting bullied but in the way of a lot of kids in his grade being scared of him

“that Curtis kid who helped kill someone”

• the beef Bryon has him is entirely one sided to the point that Ponyboy doesn’t even realize it exists

• despite not having the best reputation he’s finally grown into his looks and if it weren’t for the events of the first book he would be pulling

• Him and Cathy start dating a little bit after twttin, Cathy had been at boarding school during the entirety of the first book so she didn’t have the same stigma against him that the other kids at school

• he actually gets pretty into the Beatles after he starts dating Cathy because they’re her favorite band, he likes the please please me album

• he also adopts M&M into his little gang with Brenda (pushing my M&M and Brenda as best friends agenda)

• in the end all that really means is that he helps M&M with kids picking on him (his reputation from the whole bob incident makes him pretty intimidating), M&M and Brenda also get to tag along on some of Pony and Cathy’s dates to the movies

• honestly I could talk about him and Cathy for hours but as the youngest him dating her and realizing how much she has to do as the oldest makes him gain more of understanding for darry

• also him and Cathy’s song is definitely Do you want to know a secret

@izaacs-notdeadyet because you mentioned you wanted to hear them, sorry it took me thousand years to actually get around to posting this

[m4y4wasnthere]

dallas winston dating hcs!

warnings: a bit suggestive; almost sa? encounter; drinking/smoking mention

a/n: this is my first time doing this lolz, im so srry if its bad!! 🤞🤞

took a long time for him to open up to you, especially after his trust being broken by sylvia

treated you like every other girl; dirty pick up lines, teasing; until he realized you were different and you guys got way closer

first time he opened up was about why he moved from New York to Tulsa. needed to escape from from the emptiness of his own household.

You cried as he told the story, which made him realize how much you actually cared for him. how much he hated to see you cry.

“dal, i’m so sorry. i had no clue you went through- just- all of that.” you wiped your face for the 5th time in 1 hour. your eyes were glazed with gloss as you made eye contact with him.

he looked at you, his heart sinking at how you looked. red eyes, tear-streamed face. he hated seeing you all torn up, it made him stop his pacing on your carpet floors. shes crying, not because of me..but because of what I went through. she cares. he would never cry infront of you, but this time his eyes started to ear up too.

he sat down on the bed next to you, and slowly pulled you in for a hug. you hugged him tight, whispering sweet nothings.

“dal im so sorry”...”you didnt deserve any of that”… “you’re amazing for getting through all of that.”

silence filled the room after a shortwhile, interrupted sometimes by your short sniffs.

his arm was caressing your side, and you felt his breath hitch.

“i-… i love you.” he whispered, his heartbeat quickening with each second of silence passing.

you tilted your head up to his and stared into his beautiful eyes. he struggled keeping his eyes against yours, awaiting your response. he was ready to get up and run, expecting a rejection.

“I love you too Dallas” your voice was clear, contrasting your sweaty palms and your tear stricken face.

Both of you stared into each other eyes in comfortable silence.

he’s never said i love you again after that, he does show it, most he would do is say “you too”

he’s 50/50 with PDA, it depends on who you guys are with, where you guys are at, etc.

he 100% gets super jealous + overprotective of you really easily, if a guy doesn’t leave you alone , he will end up in a fight (you’ll end up scolding him for it)

A soc walked up behind you and touched your waist, “I never knew a greaser could be such a broad..”

You turned around and gently took his hand off of you, “Don’t touch me.” You thought of other things to say, but anything too violent would have you getting jumped.

“Aw c’mon, it was a compliment. You should be grateful.” His voice thickens and he grabs your waist again with more force. Dallas starts walking over to you.

“I don’t feel comfy with a gross Soc touching me!” You struggle pushing his hands off, Dallas ends up right behind you. His arms loosely wrap around your neck, “Is this guy bothering you, doll?” He kisses your cheek, not breaking eye contact with the Soc.

“Oh I see. You’re Dallas Winston’s little slut. Y’know what, I didn’t want to sleep with you anyways” before he was able to walk off, Dallas punched him in the face. Buck had to break up the fight and he ended up limping back to his mustang.

Dallas doesn’t like you smoking often because he knows its bad, despite him going through packs like candy. Once every blue moon you guys would smoke together in his room.

You get drunk easily, and when you’re drunk, you can’t shut up. Dallas had to drag you upstairs to his room so you would stop telling everyone you were horny or you had to pee.

• more suggestive ones •

you guys do it ALOT. quickies are his thing and he doesn’t care where you guys are

he’s a brat tamer. if you don’t act right, he’s dragging you back home and making sure your ass hurts.

lots of choking, pinning you down, tugging at your hair

his favorite positions are doggy style and missionary because he can ‘control’ you way easier. he does like seeing you ride him but sometimes he wishes he could control the pace better, and ends up going into missionary again

he loves overstimulating you, can’t get enough of you moaning his name (ego booster)

[dallasgallant]

Dallas and twobit giving the worst girl advice known to man. And yet somehow it fucking works for them, sometimes.

Soda and Steve go steady with girls and are slightly nicer but could not give good advice to save their lives- just can’t word it right rather than it being brow raising.

“You have to treat a car like you treat a woman.”

Pony is doomed.

[twobitsblade]

♡ 𓂃 dating dallas winston headcanons

will not cry in front of you ever, and if he does that’d be the last time you ever see him

i don’t care what those other people say about him being “vulnerable with you…” he literally grew up as a hood he is not showing emotions in a healthy way whatsoever

instead of crying/communicating like any normal person he gets ungodly passive aggressive and then starts to blatantly insult you..

imagine you guys get into a fight:

dallas (very, 100% accurate representation of his accent): “nah mayn i downt cahre about youwr apologeez - dis is why yow dad left yew mayn”

is really, truly loyal though.. he will stand by you no matter what; unless you do something he doesn’t like or agree with..

but.. you guys will probably break up after a few months because he hates commitment and he feels like you’re “just too attached, man”

HATES public affection unless someone is flirting with you.. he isn’t afraid to beat the hell out of someone cause they looked at his pookie wookie mcflooker bear munchkin

pet names? kinda.. he wont do *too* much other than “doll” — when he’s talking to you he thinks “broad” and “man” are appropriate pet names for you and you two have gotten into fights over it

you: “dallas, don’t call me broad! it’s rude!” dallas: “mayn you’re da first broad whoze ever said dat oh my gawd…”

[ratsbanes]

ponyboy: gay

dally: bisexual but too homohobic to notice. kissed tim sheperd once

sodapop: straight

steve: straight

johnny: straight except for a one night stand in college

darry: straight

twobit: straight

twobit and darry: both bisexual in the one existing universe where they fall in love and watch star trek together

[greasergirlxoxo]

Sodapop Dating HCs ‧₊˚💅🏻⊹

author's note ᯓᡣ𐭩 first ever actually post!! I love Sodapop so much, he's one of my favs so I was so happy to write this and I hope you guys like it!!!

warnings ᯓᡣ𐭩 none, I think??

We all know Sodapop Curtis is a little lover boy

He's 100% perfect boyfriend material and does very little wrong in a relationship

I was having a lot of trouble deciding what his love language is and have come to the conclusion that it's all 5

He's all about physical touch like giving kisses of any kind, hugs, arms around the shoulder or waist, cuddles, any pda

He's all about words of affirmation and gives compliments galore

He's all about gifts and puts all his extra money aside to save up for something nice to buy you

He's all about acts of service and will drop whatever he's doing at any given moment the minute you ask (Half the time you don't even have to ask)

He's all about quality time and any spare time he has is spent with you. Even when he's at work, he asks for you to pay him visits and says he'll die if you don't

Never went to rodeo or horse race after what happened with his horse Mickey(if you know, you know) until you

Now rodeos and horse races are a go-to date and it gets really competitive when you guys are betting on the horses

We all know Soda as the charming movie star handsome type, but I think that's only with girls he doesn't like

Like with the girls just flirting with him at the DX and him just playing along with it (Of course he wouldn't flirt back if he was dating or interested in someone else)

But when he actually likes someone, he's a complete jumbled clumsy nervous mess

He LOVES getting ready with you

Like you're both in the bathroom, he's greasing his hair and you're doing your makeup and he just loves looking at you through the mirror and making funny faces or just smiling at you

He's such a snuggle bug

Like he would kick Pony out of their room for a couple hours just so he could cuddle with you in his bed in peace

No matter WHAT is in your room, he's SSSSOO enticed by everything

If your room's more girly and Soc, you can bet he's fiddling with your stuffed animals, he's smelling all your perfumes, he's intently watching the little ballerina on your jewelry box (and will wind it up again and again for it to continue playing)

If your room's more grungy and greaser, you can bet he's flipping through all your band CDs, he's trying on all your sunglasses and leather jackets, he's messing around with all your lighters and switchblades (and probably accidentally dropping them)

I could see him being a little nervous to introduce you to the gang

Not really of how they would react to you, but more how you would react to them. We all know the gangs a lot to take in and are all a little wild

But the person's opinion Soda cares most about is Darry's. Don't get me wrong, Ponyboy is a close second, but to Soda, Darry is a smart reliable person that Soda can trust to have a good input

So if Darry doesn't like you, Soda won't date you. Simply as that

No matter who you are or what you are like, Steve hates you at least a little bit

I mean, that's his best friend right there. He's not about to let you steal Soda away from him (Soda just laughs at how petty Steve gets though)

Honestly, you don't have to steal Soda's flannels. He'll just put them in your closet randomly without you having to ask

It's gotten to the point where Darry's doing laundry and he asks Soda where all his flannels have gone and Soda just lies and says he lost them

He LOVES pet names

And he uses the most cringy ones too like sugar pie, honey bun, snookums, etc

NEVER lets you walk the streets alone

It doesn't matter what he's doing or where you are or if you can handle yourself or not, he's walking right beside you and making sure you're safe

There was even a time you were walking down the sidewalk and he popped out of nowhere with the biggest pouty face like "You said I could walk you home"

LOVES to eat breakfast in bed with you, but technically Darry made it because Soda can't cook to save his life (What you don't know won't hurt you)

Overall, Sodapop is an absolute cutie

[spcewild]

dating Dallas Winston . . .

A/N: my masterlist

[cranberrv]

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ prom song (gone wrong)

in which dallas winston is totally whipped!

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you were always too kind to dallas. he was like a feral street cat, someone that people often tended to stray away from, knowing his unpredictable tendencies. you had heard the rumours, you knew about the way he talked to girls at the drive in, the violent threats directed to anyone who looks at him funny. he was dangerous. but, you never saw that side of him. someone who was described as scary and violent, was also someone who greeted you with a smile whenever he saw you. someone who seemed to genuinely care about you.

there was one day where you were at the diner with your friends, giggling and sipping milkshakes. you were wearing pink sundress with a little bow on the neckline, fiddling with the cherry stem from your vanilla milkshake in your manicured hand, talking to your friend about the record you wanted to buy. as you were talking, dallas and his friend, johnny cade, walked in. you notice the change in atmosphere, the way the diner went quiet as soon as they walked in. you don’t understand how dallas is so confidentally awkward, he stands at the front of the diner with his hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacker. you smile as you see him make johnny choose where to sit. you’re blithely unaware of the fact that the only reason he’s so awkward is because his little crush is here — you.

johnny whispers something to dallas, chucking as they walk past. you look up to watch them walk past, along with the other people in the diner. johnny is doing a good job at ignoring the glares from the stuck-up socs, and dallas was too, avoiding eye contact with anyone, until he locked eyes with you. he couldn’t seem to pull away.

instantly, a smile lights up your face when his gorgeous eyes meet yours. you mouth ‘hi’ and he just nods his head, trying desperately to play it cool. your friends notice the interaction, and one of them nudges you. “the hell was that, huh?” one of the girls giggles.

“nothing, me ‘n dallas are friends,” you reply, suddenly shy gaze drifitng towards the stem in your hand.

“..right,” the other girl nods softly, not buying it for a second. “hey, you know i heard he broke up with sylvia?” she adds quickly, looking for any excuse to gossip. “she cheated on him ‘cause he was too hung up on another girl, would barely even kiss her. it’s probably you that he wants, y/n,”

“what?” blush instantly rises to your face. “no way, me and him are friends, he doesn’t like me that way. plus, he likes girls like cherry valance. i’m not like her.”

“uh huh. well, he’s still looking at you, so..” she shrugs, giving a sarcastic wave to dallas, snapping him out of his trance.

dallas blinks. johnny laughs. he’s feeling an emotion that’s rare for him to experience: embarassment. dallas winston is embarassed. he just got caught staring at a rich girl who is totally out of his league, and to make it worse, her bitchy friends are making fun of him for it.

you glance at dallas again when your friend says that he was staring. your friend must’ve exagerrated, because he’s certainly not looking now, he’s busy telling johnny to shut up about something. you tilt your head and gaze for a second longer, then look away.

the rest of the stay at the diner goes as usual. your and your friends giggling and chatting, ordering a second milkshake, laughing when one of your friend giggles so much that milkshake comes out of their nose. but you’re still thinking about dallas — the way he nodded at you, the way he was more awkward with you than anyone else. it confuses you, why can’t he just be normal?

after you and your friends finish up, you pay and make your way out of the diner. dallas quickly stands up, he can’t just let you go, he’s not like that! when he see’s a pretty girl, he doesn’t wait. you’ve been an exception, after sylvia he’s enjoyed the peace of just watching you, but now he needs to do something.

you and your friends are hugging, saying your goodbyes as they get into their cadillac and you get ready to walk home. you don’t live far. the little jingle of the bell at the diner door catches your attention, paired with the slight slam of the door of whoever walked out. whoever left wasn’t gentle.

your friends leave, and you start walking, not looking back. dallas was outside, zoned out and staring at you from behind in your pretty dress. but he comes to his senses once you turn a corner. he huffs and takes a second to light a cigarette — he’s addicted to the them — then goes to follow you.

“hey, uh, y/n,” he calls out, taking a drag as he follows you. if anyone on the street was watching this, it would catch their attention. a roughed up greaser trying to catch the attention of a gorgeous soc.

you turn around, stopping in your tracks. “oh— hi dallas!” you smile, walking over to him.

“uh— hey, hi,” he says, suddenly forgetting what he was going to say. this never happens.

“did you need something?” you ask.

he freezes. yes, he did need something. he needed your touch and your smile and your time. but he can’t just say that, can he? and to be honest, you leave him with a loss of words too often, so if he did have an excuse, it’s gone now.

you wait patiently for him to speak. if you knew dallas well, you’d know he was never like this. but this is truly the only side of dallas you know, the wanna-be bad boy who is unable to communicate. you don’t mind, you find it endearing.

“nah, man,” he finally says, regaining himself. he chuckles awkwardly and takes a drag of his cigarette. “jus’ wanted to say hey, haven’t seen ya in a bit,”

“oh, mkay,” you say softly, nodding along.

there’s another stretch of silence. he speaks after a while. “so, uh, you’re good?”

you nod again. “mhm, i’m good. are you?”

“yeah,” he breathes out.

“hey, um,” you start, because this is truly going absolutely nowhere. “walk me home?” you ask, smiling sweetly up at him. he swears his heart stops right there.

it’s like you know him, know his hints better than anyone. you knew what he was to frozen to ask for. he smiles, a kind-of crooked, bashful smile. it makes you smile even more.

“yeah, doll,” he nods, starting to walk. you follow quickly. “put your hand in mine.”

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a/n — i’m sososo sorry this is ass haha but i haven’t posted in forever n i miss writing sosososo much! hopefully more fics soon 😊 also do we like the new layout?????!!!!

[hailsbellsl]

Dallas/Syliva and Steve/Evie double date fic but it’s Evie and Sylvia secretly planning it so their boyfriends can meet each other

Little did they know they already knew each other

[drgstrcowboi]

dating Dallas Winston head canons: wholesome edition

in my head, Dallas is a classic scorpio man who plays tough but is actually a big softy when you get close to him

obviously, he's very protective and everyone knows that

but sometimes that manifests in unexpected ways like wanting you to call when you get home safe or reminding you to eat/sleep/take care of yourself

sometimes his protective side feels a touch bit controlling or overbearing, but he does it because he's terrified of something bad happening to you

he's incredibly touchy/physically affectionate in private, but not so much in public

unless someone else flirts/shows interest in you and then he has to make it clear you're with him by wrapping an arm around you

he was super private and even a little standoffish at first

but once he opened up to you, it was over. he would share anything and everything about his life and how he feels from that moment forward

underneath his tough exterior, he's actually really sensitive

he learns to recognize small changes in your mannerisms/behaviors when you're mad/sad/upset

"Why are you picking at your fingernails like that, Doll? Is something the matter?"

he also has a creative side, which most people don't know

he draws little doodles/sketches, which he loves to show you

"What do you think of this one, Doll? I think I'm getting the hang of drawing skulls!"

so you buy him a sketchbook or little notebook to draw in, which he fills with random doodles of things that remind him of you

even though he shows you a side of himself he'd never let others see, Dallas still has his faults

he holds grudges sometimes, usually over small things that don't seem important to you

his mood can change seemingly at the drop of a hat because he's always got so much on his mind

"Dally, why are you mad all of a sudden?"

"I was just thinking about that prick, Shepherd."

"Well stop it, we're about to have dinner."

when something's bothering him about your relationship or about your behavior, he's very direct about it. sometimes too direct.

"You know, Doll, it really pisses me off that you used the last of my favorite soap! That stuff's expensive, don't waste it!"

"Geez, Dal, I was just taking a shower. I'm sorry."

"Well, bring your own soap over here since you stay the night so much."

once you start sleeping over, he clears out a drawer for you in his dresser. he wants you to keep some essentials at his place so you don't have to leave so often

maybe he even goes out of his way to get tampons/period supplies or a bottle of your shampoo for you to keep at his place

he wants you to feel comfortable there, so he tries to find out what makes you feel most at home

of course you feel most at home wherever he is

but one big way that Dallas shows his love is by learning what makes you tick, even the smallest things you might not even notice about yourself

everything from how you like to be held, how you like your hair played with, what makes you feel safe, to how many times you snooze the alarm clock in the morning or which pillow is your favorite

and you do the same for him. he recognizes the effort and clearly appreciates it even if he doesn't say it

like how he loves having his head scratched when he's laying in your lap and how you scratching his back helps him fall asleep

Dallas has insomnia and doesn't fall asleep easy so he shows he appreciates it by telling you how rested he feels in the morning

he's not one for grand romantic gestures, but he'll go the extra mile if he thinks you want him to

he's really good at reading people, especially you, so he always picks up on when you want him to be more romantic or put more effort into things like dates

at the end of the day though, it's all the small things about him and all the small things he does that make you fall head over heels

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas' hair is the longest of the bunch. It was permanently longer then Sylvia's when they were going out n it made her CRAZY to no end. he has multiple times had assholes in bars be like 'take a look at that hot broad' n he's always like 'yeah hotter then UR bitch'

soda gets called a pretty boy as an insult n finds it DEEPLY funny. people call him pretty boy n he's like aw swear to God? u think I'm pretty?

anyways

all this to say Soda n Dallas flirt with each other as a joke ALL the fucking time n one time they were out at bucks n some guys was like check the pretty boy n his bitch n Soda turns to Dallas SO fast n is like 'glory Dally I can't take u anywhere without some stud trying to sink his teeth into u' n Dallas is like 'aw Soda clearly he wants U after all ur the pretty one'

[dallas-man-winston]

Think I can try and pull her again? ❤😍