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Hi angels ♡

you’ve just stepped into calantheeval… a soft little world stitched together with daydreams and heartbeats.

this blog is where i write cutesy, whimsical reader inserts and fictions inspired by grease, the outsiders, and other stories that feel like summer nights you never want to end. Or stories that has been in my notes for too long

think pink skies, driveins, leather jackets, love letters, and shy glances that say everything ♡

i love writing soft romance, quiet yearning, and sweet, timid readers finding their place in someone else’s story.

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୨୧┇name: Calanthee

୨୧┇pronouns: she/her

୨୧┇age: 15 turning 16!!

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୨୧┇color: any pastel/soft colors

୨୧┇hobby: writing, reading, sleeping, dancing 🩰

୨୧┇artists: Beabadoobee, laufey, clairo, Faye, Malcolm Todd, cortis, Enhypen, twice, illit, newjeans

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╰─ ♡ interests & more!

୨୧┇likes: food, cute stuff, 80s, 70s, 90s 50s,60s (only the aesthetic not the actions)

୨୧┇dislikes: mean people or just rude people

୨୧┇birthday: 07/16

୨୧┇request: open!

୨୧┇dm status: open!

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[calantheeval]

Posting in wednesdays and saturdays because I have state testing and I'll find some time to post!

[calantheeval]

omg hi i did the sodapop x soc request, tysm!!! im so excited for part 2 and it would be cool to read about her meeting the gang. idk if this is before or after the book events, but like her meeting all of them and the gang being a little skeptical bc they are like anti-soc you know? you are such an amazing writer!!

Sodapop curtis x Soc! Reader

Awee!! I appreciate that you like my stories, thank you!! I try to replicate my favorite authors writing style and I think it's working wel!! 🥹🩷🩷

Sodapop x soc! Reader

Fem! Reader

Last part!

Not like them

Soda was nervous.

Like, really nervous.

He leaned against the porch railing of the Curtis house, running a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time. Ponyboy noticed immediately.

"You're pacing," Pony said, narrowing his eyes. "You only do that when you’re about to do something dumb."

Soda shot him a look. "It ain't dumb."

Darry stepped out from the doorway, arms crossed. "Then what is it?"

Soda hesitated. "…I'm bringing her over."

There was a pause.

Two-Bit let out a low whistle. "You mean the girl? The Soc?"

Dally, slouched in a chair nearby scoffed. "This oughta be good.

"Soda's jaw tightened just a little. "She's not like that."

Darry didn't look convinced. "Soda-"

"She's not," Soda repeated, firmer this time.

Before anyone could argue, you were already walking up the path.

And suddenly, every eye was on you.

You felt it immediately, the shift in the air, the tension. The way their expressions hardened just slightly, like you’d stepped somewhere you weren’t supposed to be.

“Uh… hi,” you said softly, offering a small smile.

No one smiled back.

Two-Bit leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You lost, princess?"

Your smile faltered. "No, I..Soda invited me."

Dally let out a dry laugh. "Course he did."

Ponyboy didn't say anything, but he looked uncomfortable, glancing between you and Soda.

Soda stepped forward quickly, his voice gentle. "Hey, it’s okay." He reached for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Guys, this is-"

"We know what she is" Dally cut in.

The words hit harder than you expected.

Soda's grip on your hand tightened. "Knock it off."

Darry stepped in then, not as harsh, but still guarded. "Look…nothing personal. It's just how things are."

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "I get it."

But your voice came out quieter than you meant it to.

Soda noticed. Of course he did.

"Hey," he murmured turning to you, his tone soft again. "C'mon."

He led you away from the porch, down the steps and toward the street, not even looking back.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The sound of your footsteps filled the silence.

"I'm sorry," Soda said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. "They just… they don’t know you yet."

You shook your head, forcing a small smile. "It's okay. I mean…I am a Soc."

He stopped walking.

"No," he said, turning to face you. His eyes were steady, serious in a way you didn’t see often. "You're you. That’s it."

Your chest tightened a little. "They don't see it that way."

"I do."

The words were simple, but they hit deeper than anything else.

You looked down, then back up at him. "You shouldn't have to choose, Soda."

"I'm not choosing," he said immediately. "I just… want them to see what I see."

"And if they don't?"

He smiled then, soft, a little crooked, but still so warm it made your heart ache. "Then they're missing out."

You let out a quiet laugh, stepping closer. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "I've been told."

For a moment, everything felt okay again.

Then you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You both turned. Ponyboy was jogging up, slightly out of breath.

"Look," he said, glancing at you, then at Soda. "They're…they're just being stupid. Not all of us think like that."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Really?"

He shrugged awkwardly. "I mean… I don’t know you yet. But…you don't seem so bad."

Soda laughed. "Wow, Pony, what a glowing review."

Pony rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

You smiled, the tension easing just a little.

Back on the porch, Two-Bit was watching, nudging Dally. "Told you she’d stick around."

Dally didn't respond, but he wasn't laughing anymore either.

Darry sighed, rubbing his face. "We'll see."

Down the street, Soda reached for your hand again, lacing your fingers together.

"Give 'em time," he said softly.

You squeezed his hand. "Only because you asked."

He grinned, leaning in just a little closer. "Good. 'Cause I'm kinda planning on keeping you around."

Your heart did that little flip again.

"Yeah?" you teased.

"Yeah," he said bumping your shoulder lightly. "You're worth it."

Soda didn't look back when he took your hand and led you away.

The voices from the porch faded behind you, muttering, a quiet scoff, the creak of the wooden steps but none of it mattered as much as the way your chest felt tight.

You hadn't expected it to hurt.

But it did.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles like he was trying to ground you.

"I'm sorry" Soda said again, softer this time.

You shook your head, though your voice came out small. "You don't have to keep apologizing."

"Yeah, I do.." he muttered. "They shouldn't've done that."

You glanced at him. "They don't know me."

"That ain't an excuse." His jaw tightened just slightly. "You didn't do nothin' to them."

You didn't respond right away. Instead, you focused on the sound of your footsteps the way the sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, painting everything gold.

"I just…wanted them to like me," you admitted quietly.

Soda stopped walking.

That made you stop too.

He turned to you, eyes softer now something almost protective in them. "Hey," he said gently, lifting your chin just enough so you had to look at him. "You don't gotta prove anything to them."

You swallowed. "It just would've been nice."

His expression softened even more.

"…Yeah," he said quietly. "I know."

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then suddenly..

Soda clapped his hands once, like he was making a decision.

"Okay, new plan."

You blinked. "What?"

He grinned, and just like that the heaviness lifted a little. "I had this whole date planned anyway. Was gonna introduce you and then do it, but…" he shrugged, lacing your fingers together again, "guess it’s just us now."

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "A date?"

"Oh yeah," he said, puffing up slightly. "A real one. Sodapop Curtis special."

You laughed softly. "I'm a little scared."

"You should be," he teased. "I got a reputation."

"Of what?"

"Being amazing."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now.

First stop was the DX station.

It wasn’t fancy..far from it, but Soda lit up the second you got there, hopping behind the counter like it was his stage.

"Welcome," he said dramatically, grabbing a paper bag, "to the finest dining establishment in Tulsa."

You giggled, leaning against the counter. "Wow. I'm honored."

"Yeah, yeah.. don't get used to it." He winked, tossing in snacks. Candy, chips, a soda bottle. "On the house. Don't tell Steve."

"Your secret's safe with me."

He leaned closer over the counter, lowering his voice playfully. "Good...'Cause I could get fired."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're still giving me the snacks."

He grinned. "Worth it."

Next, he took you walking.

Not anywhere special, just down the streets..past houses and empty lots, the warm air brushing against your skin. But somehow, with him beside you, it felt different.

Lighter.

At one point, he kicked a loose rock down the sidewalk glancing at you. "You still okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah...Better."

He studied your face for a second, like he was making sure. Then he smiled, softer this time.

L"Good." he said. "Was worried I messed up your whole day."

"You didn't," you said quickly. Then, quieter, "Actually…this is kinda my favorite part."

His grin came back, slower but brighter. “"eah?"

"Yeah."

By the time you reached the park, the sky had turned that soft pink-orange color again.

Soda dropped down onto the grass, pulling you with him. “Ta-da,” he said, gesturing around. “Nature.”

You laughed, sitting beside him. “You really went all out.”

“I know, I know. Hard to compete with this level of romance.”

You bumped his shoulder. “Shut up.”

For a while, you just sat there. Talking about random things—your old school, his brothers, dumb little stories that didn’t matter but somehow meant everything.

At one point, you leaned back on your hands, looking up at the sky. “It’s really pretty here.”

Soda glanced at you instead of the sky.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is.”

You turned your head, catching him staring. "What?"

"Nothin,'" he said quickly, but he was smiling.

"You're such a liar."

"Only sometimes."

As the sun dipped lower, the air cooled just a little.

Soda shifted closer your shoulders brushing. Then, slowly, like he was giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached for your hand again.

You didn't pull away.

Instead, you intertwined your fingers with his.

He let out a small breath, almost like relief

"You know" he said after a moment, voice quieter now, "they'll come around."

"Maybe," you said.

"And if they don't…" he shrugged, squeezing your hand, "…I still got you."

You smiled softly. "And I’ve got you."

He turned to you then really looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world.

"You're not like them," he said. "You never were."

Your heart did that familiar little flip. "And you’re not like what everyone says either."

He grinned slightly. "Good."

There was a pause.

Then..

"Can I kiss you?.." he asked, suddenly a little shy.

It caught you off guard, but it made your smile grow.

"Yeah," you said softly.

He leaned in, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to mess it up. His hand tightened slightly around yours as his lips brushed against yours. Soft, warm, a little hesitant at first, then just right.

When he pulled back, he was smiling.

"Yeah," he said under his breath. "Definitely worth it."

You laughed quietly, leaning your forehead against his.

"Best date ever?" he asked.

You smiled. "Best date ever."

And for a few hours, away from labels and expectations and everything that tried to pull you apart.

It was just you and him.

And that was enough.

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Got my new books 🥹🫰🏻🫰🏻

[calantheeval]

hi! could you do more soda x soc reader?

Sodapop Curtis x Socs!reader

Summary: A new Soc girl moves to Tulsa and feels out of place, until she meets Sodapop Curtis. Despite being from different worlds, Soda's easy charm and golden smile start to break down her walls. Through small moments, laughter, and late afternoons together, the two begin to realize they might just belong with each other, making the rough city feel a little like home.

Book accurate Sodapop features mentioned!

Fem! Reader

Author: I might do a part two since I have a cute idea for their first date 🫰🏻🫰🏻

New in town

You had never planned to move to Tulsa, but here you were, another Soc kid transplanted into a world that already had its own rules. Your parents had settled on the east side trying to keep you in your comfortable little bubble, but everything felt… different.

The streets smelled like gas and asphalt the chatter of the Greasers was rougher than you were used to, and somehow you already felt like an outsider.

It didn’t take long for you to notice him.

Sodapop Curtis was impossible to miss. Golden Hair that caught the sun like it belonged to someone from a magazine, a grin that seemed to light up the world, and eyes that..well they stared right through your carefully practiced Soc composure. You tried to look unimpressed when he noticed you watching him from across the drive in parking lot, but the flutter in your chest betrayed you.

"Hey," Soda said the first time he came over, all easy charm and a little cocky swagger. "You're new. Don’t see your kind around here much."

You tilted your head, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "My kind? Please, I'm not that different."

He laughed, golden and warm, and it made you feel… soft, somehow. "Sure," he said shrugging. "Let's see if you survive hanging out around the Curtis boys first."

It started small, Soda would wave whenever he saw you walking down the street. Sometimes he'd bring a soda or a bag of candy just because. He never pushed, never forced conversation, but every glance, every smile, felt like an invitation you couldn't resist.

One Saturday, Ponyboy had dragged Darry and Two-Bit off somewhere and the house was quiet. Soda leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, twirling a straw between his fingers, eyes sparkling. "You hungry?" he asked.

You laughed, perched on the edge of the counter. "Depends. What are you offering?"

"Me." he said with a grin that made your knees weak. "And maybe some leftover fries if you insist"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous"

"Yeah, but you like it" he said, leaning closer. And you did. Oh, you did.

The next hour was spent in easy conversation. Soda teasing you, you rolling your eyes but smiling, the kind of laughter that makes your stomach ache and your heart feel full. At one point, he bumped your shoulder with his own mock serious. "You know..you're part of the gang now. That's a lot of responsibility"

“Oh really?” you said pretending to be stern."What kind of responsibilities?"

"Like…laughing at my jokes, holding my hands when we watch a scary movie or scary stuff happens..and maybe..just maybe..letting me steal a kiss every now and then?"

You froze, heart thudding. And sodas grin grin softened. "I'm kidding" he said lightly though his thumb brushed against yours, electric and teasing. "Mostly"

you walked with Soda toward the edge of the park. He talked about everything, his brothers, the gang, why he loved Tulsa despite its rough edges. You told him about your old school, your favorite books, the songs that made you feel alive. And somewhere between the sunset and his easy laughter? you realized you hadn’t felt this safe or understood in months.

"Hey." he said suddenly, stopping mid-step. He turned to face you, sunlight catching the strands of his hair. "Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, suddenly nervous. "Anything."

"Do you…like me?" His voice was soft, almost uncertain, and your stomach flipped.

You laughed, a little breathlessly "Soda…I think I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you."

His grin returned, wide and unstoppable, and he reached for your hand. "Well…that makes two of us."

It wasn’t dramatic or rushed. There were no shouting confessions or epic gestures just a soft, golden kind of moment, where hands met and smiles were exchanged, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away.

Over the next few weeks, Soda became your guide to Tulsa the good, the bad, and the messy. He introduced you to his brothers, to the gang, to a city that had felt so strange and intimidating before. And in turn, you taught him about your world too, your music, your favorite coffee shop, your love of old movies.

One lazy afternoon, you were sprawled on the Curtis living room couch, feet on Soda’s lap, as he brushed your hair back from your face. "You know," he said, leaning down so his forehead rested against yours, "I think you make this town better. Just by being here."

You smiled heart full. "You're pretty amazing too, you know."

He chuckled, fingers tracing circles on your wrist. "I think we make a pretty good team..Soc girl."

You laughed, and it was soft, happy and real. "Yeah… we do."

And in that moment, with the sun streaming through the curtains and Soda's golden eyes watching you with all the warmth in the world, you knew something. Tulsa might have been new. Your life might have been messy. But for the first time in a long time you felt like you belonged, right here, with him.

Soda grinned, brushing his lips against your temple. "Golden hour suits you," he whispered

You laughed, heart swelling and kissed him on the cheek. "Golden hour, golden boy."

"Perfect" he said, leaning back with that grin of his, hands still entwined with yours. "We're perfect."

And for the first time since you'd arrived in Tulsa, you believed it.

This took TOO long since I was busy the past few days, I've been studying for my finals which is a few months away, my state testing which is like 2 days away🥹💔 and thennn I'm trying to sign up for AP classes and I've been also reviewing for that.

I will make a part 2 soon!

[calantheeval]

You guys think I can upload all of this before spring break ends? 🥲

[calantheeval]

Dallas Winston x Bestfriend!Reader part 2!

Summary: After their messy confession, things shift between you and Dally, unspoken but obvious. When his jealousy slips out and the gang starts to notice, everything finally comes to a head with your first kiss… and no way to hide what you are to each other anymore.

Fem! Reder, Dally x reader

Don't make me say it twice

Things were… different.

Not in a big, obvious way.

No one had announced anything. No one had said "hey, we’re together now." But something had shifted, and everyone could feel it.

Especially you.

Especially him.

You were sitting on the steps outside the Curtis house, watching the sun dip low while Ponyboy read beside you, flipping pages like the world wasn’t spinning a little faster lately.

Because across the yard

Dally was watching you.

Again.

"You’re doing that thing" Ponyboy said without looking up.

You blinked. "What thing?"

"Where you keep looking at him?" he muttered.

"I am not.."

"You are" he said calmly, turning a page.

You huffed and looked away cheeks warm.

Before you could argue, the screen door creaked open and Sodapop stepped out, followed by Steve and Two-Bit, loud as ever.

And right behind them?

Dally.

Your heart did that annoying little flip again.

"Alright, what’re we doin’ tonight?" Steve asked, stretching.

"Anything that don’t involve you talkin',"Two-Bit shot back.

Dally ignored them, eyes landing on you instantly.

Like always.

"C'mere," he said, jerking his head toward the yard.

You hesitated for half a second… then stood up.

Ponyboy smirked to himself as you walked off.

You didn't get far before Dally grabbed your wrist, not harsh, just enough to pull you a few steps away from the others.

"Why you sittin' over there with them?" he asked.

"…Because they're my friends?" you said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah? well," he muttered, "you ain’t gotta sit that close to 'em."

You blinked.

"…Are you serious right now?"

"What?" he said defensively. "I'm just sayin'."

"You're jealous" you said flatly

"I ain't jealous," he snapped.

"You literally are dally."

"I'm not-" he stopped, running a hand through his hair. "I just…don't like it."

You crossed your arms, trying not to smile. "Don't like what?"

"Him lookin' at you like that."

"…ponyboy!?" You almost laughed

"Don't matter who," he muttered.

You softens a little, stepping closer. "Dally...he was reading."

"Yeah, well he can read somewhere else."

You couldn't help it, you smiled.

"Wow" you teased gently "didn't know Dallas Winston got jealous.."

He narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't push it"

But he didn't move away, if anything..he stepped in closer.

Close enough that your breath gets caught again, just like before.

Everything went quieter. Even with the others just a few feet away, it felt like it was just you and him.

"You're smilin'.." he muttered softly

"Maybe I am"

"Knock it off."

"Make me"

The second the word left your mouth, you froze.

Dally blinked at you, suprised for once.

Then slowly...that smirk came back

"Oh yeah?" He said as his voice was lower now.

Your heart was pounding.

"Yeah" you said, trying to sound braver than you felt.

Big mistake.

Because suddenly, he stepped even closer, backing you up just slightly until your shoulder brushed the side of the house.

"Careful" he murmured, "you don't know what you're askin' for."

Your breath hitched.

"Maybe I do..you don't know.."

There was a pause.

A real one.

Like he was trying to decide something.

Then, his hand came up, hesitating for half a second before resting lightly against your jaw.

Not rough.

Not cocky.

Careful.

So careful it almost didn't feel like him.

"Don't go gettin' shy on me now," he said quietly.

"I'm not-"

You didn't get to finish.

Because he kissed you.

It wasn't messy, or rushed like you half expected since you've seen him kiss others before.

But when you didn't pull away

When your hand grabbed his leather jacket slightly

He deepens it, just a little.

Still gentle, still him.

Your head spun and then,

"OOHHH"

You both jumped apart.

Two-bit was standing a few feet away, loosing his mind.

"I KNEW IT"

"Shut up!" You snapped, face burning.

Sodapop was grinning like it was Christmas morning. "Man, it’s about time!"

Steve shook his head. "Knew something was up."

Ponyboy and Johnny looked smug.

Dally groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m gonna kill all of you.”

"You kissed her!" Two-Bit yelled, pointing "You! Dallas Winston! Voluntarily!"

"Say one more word,"Dally warned.

But his hand, It found yours again. Without thinking and didn’t let go.

You glanced at him, heart still racing

"…You okay?" you asked softly.

He rolled his eyes,but there was something different in them now.

"Yeah," he muttered.

A pause.

Then, quieter..

"…Just don’t make me say it twice."

You smiled a little.

"I won’t."

And this time

When he pulled you closer, he didn!t let go.

I don't really know how to end my uhh fictions so it always ends like that 🥲 but I will try my best to upload a lot and maybe a part 3 for this if I have time since I have state testing next week 💔 and spring break ends in 5 days, also listens and is currently listening to clairo when writing this one

[calantheeval]

Dallas Winston x Bestfriend! Reader Pt 1.

Inspired by multiple people here on tumblr and on a03!

Summary: after years of being Dallas Winston's bestfriend, you finally admit the truth, you can't stand watching him with other girls because you're in love with him.

Fem! Reader. Fluff (?)

You don't mean it

The lot was loud. Too loud.

Steve and soda were arguing over something stupid, Two-bit was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, and Ponyboy and Johnny was trying to read while pretending none of it existed.

And you? You were sitting on the hood of the car, arms crossed watching Dallas Winston flirt with some random girl like it didn't mean anything.

Like you didn't mean anything. You looked away first.

“Y’gonna burn a hole through ‘im if you keep starin’ like that.”

You glanced down, Two-Bit, grinning up at you.

"I wasn't staring."

"Yeah, alright," he snorted walking off.

You exhaled slowly, heart tightening. This wasn't new, this feeling wasn't new.

You and dally has been bestfriend for what feels like forever..well, as close to forever as someone like him let anything get. You knew how he was. Knew he flirted, messed around, but dint stick around.

But it still stung. Every time.

"Hey."

His voice.

Of course.

You didn't even turn around. "What?"

Dally hoped up beside you on the hood like he belonged there, like he belonged everywhere.

"Why you sulkin'?"

"I'm not sulking"

He snorted. "You always do the thing with your face when you're mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Then what are you?"

You turned to him finally, annoyed. "Why do you care?"

That shut him off for half a second.

"…I always care," he said, like it was obvious.

Your chest tightened.

You looked away again. "You didn't seem like it"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You let out a frustrated breath, sliding off the hood. "Nothing, dally just…just forget about it"

He grabbed your wrist before you could walk off.

"Nah," he said, voice lower now. "you don't get to do that. Say it"

You pulled your hand back. "Say what?"

"What's got you actin' like this?"

You hesitated. You really, really shouldn't say it. But it had been building and building for far too long.

"You wanna know?" You said, voice shaking a little bit.

He raised an eyebrow. "yeah"

"Fine." You crossed your arms, looking right at him now. "I hate watching you with other girls."

He blinked

"…what?"

“I hate it,” you repeated, more steady this time. “I hate how you act like they matter for five seconds and then drop them like nothing, I hate how I’m just-” you cut yourself off, swallowing hard.

"Just what?" He pressed.

"Just your friend," you said quietly.

The words hung there. For once, Dallas Winston didn't have something to say.

You turned to leave

"Wait" his voice stopped you again, you didn't turn around this time.

"You don't mean that," he said.

Your chest twisted. "Yeah..I do"

"Nah," he said stepping closer. "You don't hate it"

You frowned spinning around. "Dally, I literally just said-"

"You hate it cause it ain't you?"

Your breath caught, he was watching you now. Really watching you. He wasn't teasing, wasn't mocking.

Serious.

"…that's not fair,"you whispered

"Why not?"

“Because you don’t get to just.....figure it out like that,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “You don’t get to act like it’s nothing when it’s...when it's nothing to me!"

Silence. Then, quieter.

“…It ain’t nothin’ to me either.”

You froze.

“What?”

Dally looked away, jaw tight, like the words tasted wrong coming out.

"You think I don't notice?" He muttered. "You think I don't see you lookin' at me like that?"

Your heart was pounding now

"Then why do you keep doing it?"

He ran a hand thru his hair frustrated. "Because that's what I do"

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one I got."

You stared at him.

"….you're such a jerk"

"Yeah," he said not denying it.

"And I hate you sometimes.."

He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Yeah, I know."

A pause.

"You really like me..that much?" Dallas asked.

Your cheeks burned, but you didn't look away this time.

"..yeah.."

Another silence.

Then, suddenly, he stepped closer, close enough that your breath hitched.

"You’re an idiot" he said under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"For stickin’ around me this long" he added.

You rolled your eyes, even though your heart was racing. “You’re unbelievable.”

"Yeah, yeah" he muttered.

And then awkwardly, almost unsure, he reached out and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

It was such a small thing, but it felt huge.

"I don't know...how to do this." he admitted quietly.

Your expression softens, "do what?"

"This" he said, gesturing vaguely between you. "You and me, it ain't exactly my strong suit"

You smiled just a little bit. "I figured"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't get smart."

You hesitated, then reached for his calloused hand.

Dallas stiffens for half a second.

"…We can figure it out," you said softly.

Dally looked at your joined hands like it was something unfamiliar.

Then back at you.

"…Yeah," he said after a moment. "…Yeah, maybe we can."

I was gonna upload this after my Grease character fic x reader but it's taking quiet a while to come up with a plot 💔

Part two:

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Dallas Winston x Bestfriend!Reader part 2! · Summary: After their messy confession, things shift between you and Dally, uns

[calantheeval]

Outsiders x Soc! Reader

Who would DATE you, or who just have a crush on you.

author: I know this might be a little bit of OOC or inaccurate and I'm lowkey not sorry about that 🥹🫰🏻

Fem! Reader, Soc! Reader

Sodapop Curtis

Would date you no hesitation, just like in the book and in the movie he's deeply devoted, and idealistic.

Soda is IN LOVE and not subtle about it.

He's holding your hands in public, calling you pretty, and introducing you like: "yeah, this is my girl"

I don't think he cares if you're a Soc or a greaser.

Sodapop's the type to:

• Walk you home every night

•Kiss your cheek randomly

•Get a little pouty if you don't give him attention

You fell first and he fell the hardest.

Darrel Curtis

Darry will take longer into trusting you but if he trusts you? He's serious about you

This isn't a game for him.

He'd only date you if he knows

•you're safe

• you won't get hurt cause of the gang

•nice to his kid brothers

•he can take care of you

•if you understand that he has 2 jobs and won't be by your side all the time

But once you guys are dating

•He walks you home

•he checks up on you

•and speak softly to you

"You call me if anything happens. I mean it."

Johnny Cade

Johnny would be so nervous but yes, he will date you. (Only if you make the first move tho)

He treats you like your something fragile, in the sweetest way

•holds your hand like it means everything

•appreciative of you

•Johnny would be hopeful

•Devoted

•and memorize everything about you!

"You really wanna..be with me"

And when you say yes he's loyal to you forever

Dallas Winston

Dally would like you BAD but date you? Yeah no.. this is where it gets messy

Dally would

•flirt with you Non stop just like how he "flirted" with cherry in the drive in

•gets jealous but hides it with cockiness or attitude

•shows up whenever you're around

But commitment? He would 100% avoid it

"Don't get attached, kid."

While he's literally watching or memorizing the face of everyone who talks to you

If he did date you, you would have to be like Johnny, not like look like Johnny but act like him. Act innocent because it is mentioned that Johnny was the only one Dallas ever truly love and that you mean more to him than he'll ever admit.

Ponyboy Curtis

Ponyboy has a soft quiet crush.

He likes talking to you, being around you and understanding you. But he overthinks everything.

"Would this even work?.."

Ponyboy would mostly be scared of

•Socs vs Greasers things

•messing things up

•loosing you as a friend

So Ponyboy will either just stay close, and write poems about you.

He does a lot of eye contacts, lots of deep talks and a lot of almost confessing to you but getting nervous moments.

Two-bit Matthews

Two-bit defiantly has a crush on you

But he hides it behind jokes.

"You love me, don't lie" he teases

He doesn't take anything serious enough to actually date you at first

Buuuut he notice when you:

•laugh

•he remembers what you like

•I think he gets weirdly quiet if you get close to someone else

He could or would date you but not right away.

Steve Randle

Steve would be in denial

"Man, I don't like her"

He does

He just hates that you're a Soc and that you're around so much.

But he always

•make sure you're included

•lowkey defends you

•get annoyed when other guys look at you

Would he date you?

Prolly not until he accepts that he does like you first!

[calantheeval]

Sodapop Curtis x Reader

Summary: With Ponyboy and Darry out, a quiet afternoon turns into something soft and unforgettable between you and Sodapop

Just us for once

The house felt unusually quiet without Ponyboy and Darry around. Usually, the two pairs would bicker and fight, voices bouncing off the walls, filling every corner with energy, but today it was just you and Soda. Darry was busy with his job, and Ponyboy was off to somewhere with Dally and Johnny. Sodapop had the day off at the DX.

You flopped onto the couch, kicking your shoes off and stretching, and he leaned against the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face.

"What are you doing all the way over here?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Just..enjoying the peace before it gets ruined whenever everyone comes back," you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

Soda laughed, his easy boyish charm lighting up the room. "You say that like you don't secretly love it when the house is loud."

“Maybe I do,” you admitted, smiling.

He dropped onto the couch beside you, elbowing you gently. "I like it when it's just us. No drama, no rules, just...just like this.." his voice softened, and for a moment, the playful edge faded into something warmer.

You nudged him with your shoulder "you're sweet..you know that?"

"Yeah I know," he said with a wink though the warmth in his eyes made your heart flutter.

There was a comfortable silence as you both stared at the ceiling. Then soda reached over, taking your hands into his. It felt natural like it belonged there, "I don't get a lot of quiet time with you," he said softly. "I like this...us, just hanging out doin nothin"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Me too.." you whispered softly, "it feels..easy you know? No stress, no pretending.."

He squeezed your hand, that grin coming back but softer this time. "I could get used to this.." he said, "Just us, the couch and maybe some popcorn...sound good?"

"Perfect," you replied, smiling.

Soda hopped up, rummaging in the kitchen for a bag of popcorn, tossing it to you when he returned. "Catch" he said, his eyes sparkling with that playful energy that always made your chest tighten.

You caught it effortlessly, tossing a handful back at him. Popcorn flew everywhere, and soon you were both laughing, ducking behind cushions, trying to to avoid to get hit. Soda tackled you gently, pins you down, his hair falling on your face as you giggled uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay! Truce!" You gasped, brushing crumbs from your lap.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. "Truce…for now" he whispered, and you felt that familiar warmth spread thru your chest.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off that easy” you murmured.

He chuckled, soft, and full of affection, and brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Wouldn't dream of it." he said.

And in that quiet house, with popcorn scattered around and sunlight slipping through the blinds, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. No chaos of the gang, no noises, just Soda, and you and a thousand little moments that made everything feels like home.

[calantheeval]

D.W x Soc!Reader

Summary: At the drive in, a Soc meets Dallas Winston and discovers the real boy behind his reckless charm creating an unexpected connection.

this is my first fiction so it might be bad and might not be movie or book accurate Dallas. And not proof read so I might add a lot of punctuation mark like commas or periods so I'm sorry about that!

Dallas Winston x Fem! Reader

Drive-in Sparks

The summer air hung heavy, sticky with the smell of popcorn, and a faint tang of gasoline from the old cars parked across the lot. You leaned back in your seat, clutching your bag like a life line trying to convince yourself you weren't nervous. Your friends had disappeared to the concession stand, leaving you alone in the shadows of the drive in. And that's when you noticed him.

Dallas Winston. Leaning against his car like he owned the night, cigarette between his fingers, eyes scanning the crowd with that infuriating smirk. He wasn't just a Greaser, he was The Greaser, the kind that other Greasers fear, a thug, a delinquent hood that goes in and out of the cooler. The kind everyone whispered about, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your heartbeat faster even when you tell yourself you weren't interested.

Then, impossibly, his gaze found yours. For a moment, the chaos of the drive-in vanished. The smell of popcorn, the movie that hadn’t even started yet, and the people all faded from your mind and sight, leaving you utterly focused on Dallas Winston. He gave you that lazy, crooked smirk.

"Hey," he called, voice low and rough, the kind that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "You're sittin' all alone. Don't get eaten by the popcorn or somethin'."

You swallowed and forced a laugh. "I'm okay.." Your voice sounded too quiet, too unsure, even to yourself.

He pushed off his car, walking toward you with that slow, dangerous swagger. "Yeah? You look like you could use a friend..or maybe someone to watch your back. Whichever you're into."

Your heart was hammering. Socs rules were clear, stay away from the Greasers, don't talk to them, don't glance at their way..but you couldn't look away. "I..dont usually hang out with Greasers," you admitted, biting your lip.

Dally's grin widened. "Good. I like it when people don't play by the rules. Makes life more interesting."

He leaned casually against your car, eyes gleaming. "Names Dallas. And you are?"

"Y/n," you murmured

"Y/n huh? Nice name for someone who looks like they'd throw a fit if their shoes get scuffed..Soc?"

You nodded reluctantly, "yeah..you can tell?"

He laughed, sharp and knowing. "Yeah. But you got that look...like you don't really belong there, huh? Don't worry" he paused for a second "I get it not everyone fits the boxes society puts us in."

"I don't really..fit in with my group," You admitted softly. "I love them but.. they're all about appearances and parties. I don't.. I don't always feel like I belong there either."

Dallas grin softened. "Figures. You got more guts than most of 'em. Most Socs are all flash and no backbone. But hey..you, you're different."

Your cheeks warmed up "Different's not always a good thing you know?"

"Depends on who you ask." He said quietly eyes locking in on yours. "But I like different. Makes life interesting"

The movie started, but you barely noticed the flickering images. Your attention kept drifting to Dallas, who had returned to his group but still managed to glance your way every few minutes. Your a Soc, he was a Greaser. And yet here you were, drawn into the orbit of a boy who lived entirely by his own rules.

After a while, he appeared at your side again, leaning against your car with that teasing smirk. "So...you're really gonna sit there all night like a scared little Soc, or are you gonna talk to me?"

"I'm not..scared," you said, though your stomach twisted.

"Not scared, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Cause you look like you're about to bolt if someone sneezes too loud"

"I just don't usually..hang out with Greasers.." you admitted, feeling more honest as you had intended.

Dallas chuckled softly "figures. But you're not like other Socs. I can tell. You got a spark, something that doesn't fit with all their polished perfection"

"I just like knowing people for who they really are.. Not what they're supposed to be you know?"

"Yeah I get it..me too," he murmured, almost quietly, before the grin returned. "You know most people think I don't give a damn about anyone. That I'm just trouble walking. But it ain't true I care, I just don't know how to show it right.."

"You don't have to show it to everyone" you said softly "you just.. gotta be real with the people who matters to you. And I think..I get it.."

For a fleeting second, his dangerous untouchable facade softened. "You..you're not like other Socs, you see thru the crap almost like you get people, and that's rare."

Your chest tightens "I'm afraid to see the real you, Dallas"

He laughed, a low and easy sound that makes your chest flutter. "Yeah.. I can tell. Reckless Soc."

The he did something impulsive. He nudged you gently, a teasing spark in his eyes. "Wanna get outta here? See the real night not the movie, not the popcorn or crowd, but the streets?"

Your pulse raised. "Okay..maybe"

You followed him weaving thru the parked cars, the hum of the drive in fading behind you. He lit another cigarette and leaned casually against a street light.

"Not much to see tonight," he said with a shrug "Just empty streets, a couple of old buildings and the stars.. hey but it's honest. No pretenses."

You nodded, suddenly aware on how real he felt, the contrast between the Greaser world and the polished Soc life. "It's kinda freeing"

"Yeah." He said "sometimes life's easier with fewer rules, people expect me to be this..bad boy. If they saw the real me, they'd freak"

"You're not just 'bad' Dallas." You said softly "you're more complex..than anyone sees"

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and searching. "And you? You're not just some perfect little Soc. You've got fire in you, curiously. Hell, maybe even bravery. I can see it."

You smiled, heart hammering. "Maybe I like seeing life that way. The messy, real side of things."

He grinned the dangerous spark returning. "Good. I like different. Keeps life interesting huh reckless Soc?"

You laughed softly leaning against the wall of a building. "Maybe I like being dangerous."

He stepped closer, eyes darkening with something that felt almost protective. “Yeah… I can tell, and I like you. More than I probably should.”

Your chest tighten. "…I like you too, Dallas.."

For a long moment you were silent, the world, the titles of Socs and Greasers, the rules, faded. There was just you and him, the night stretching endlessly around you.

"I shouldn't...shouldn't be showing you this..." he said finally, voice low. "Most people wouldn't get it. They'd see the though act and think that's all there is. But you, you're different, you see the real me"

"You're not as untouchable as you act.." you said gently and with a pause in your tone, "you're...you're just human"

His smirk softens, a rare fleeting vulnerability in his eyes, "yeah..maybe I am.." You both laughed quietly, letting the silence settle comfortably. The stars glimmers above, the distance him of the drive in fading. For the first time, Dallas Winston wasn't a symbol of danger or rebellion, he was just a boy, who's messy and real and alive.

Eventually, he nudged you gently. "You should probably get back before your friends starts wondering where you went"

You hesitated, reluctant to leave the night behind. "Will..I will I see you again?"

He shrugged casually, his cocky smirk returning, "depends. You brave enough to stick around princess? Life's not safe with me. But if you are then..yeah you'll see me"

You smiled, feeling something unfamiliar and thrilling tug at your chest. "I think I might stick around.."

Dallas winked, that dangerous teasing grin that made your heart race, "Good. Reckless soc I like that."

As you walked back to your car where your friends are, Dallas looked at you. The hum of the drive in filling the air again, you felt alive in a way you hadn't before. The night had changed something in you, even shifted the lines between Socs and Greasers with danger and excitement, curiosity and bravery.

And somewhere in the dark, Dallas Winston had felt it too

The night was far from over.

I don't really know if this all makes sense since I wrote this really tired. If it doesn't make sense I'm so sorry and English isn't my first language 💔 so I'll try to improve next time !!