could you do one maybe where reader and him are classmates like they kind of know each other and one day they bump into each other’s in the school’s hallways and like they dropped what they had in hands, and reader mistakenly took johnny’s lighter with her?
when she realises she tries to find him to give it back and they end up smoking together and bonding a little, like a cute fluff story
idk if you like itttt let me know
i love your writing! xxx
Cigarettes & art (J.C.)
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Johnny Cade x Reader
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Warnings: fluff !!, underage smoking, possibly ooc johnny, smoking written by a non-smoker, reader cannot draw
Words: 1,176
Notes: this is cutesy i really like this request but in true me fashion this is getting posted at 1am :3 also this is my last fic for like two weeks because of band camp </3 wish me luck
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You had just left your geometry class, your eyes looking down at your feet as you walked down the hallway. You’re not normally this unaware in the hallways, but you were trying to scribble down the rest of the notes from class. In your rush, you felt yourself collide with someone, and all the stuff you’d been holding was now on the ground.
“Fuck..” You muttered to yourself as you quickly looked up to see who you had just collided with. Much to your surprise, it was a kid in your class, Johnny Cade. You were familiar with him, Johnny was in your english class and you’d worked together on some classwork before, but he never seemed to talk much. “Hey.. you okay?” You asked once you realized who he was.
“Yeah. I’m okay.” Johnny said as he knelt down to help pick up the collection of things that fell on the ground during the collision. You couldn’t help but apologize profusely as you knelt down to help him pick everything up. You helped him sort out your belongings and stood up, putting your stuff in your backpack.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked as you zipped up your bag. Johnny nodded in response as you reached a hand down to help him up. “You got everything?” You added.
He glanced at the stuff in his hands quickly before looking up. “Yeah, I think so.” He replied as he looked back up at you.
“Okay, well.. See you around.” You said as you slipped your backpack strap onto your other shoulder. Johnny gave you a quiet “see you later”, and you part ways.
A few hours later, you were in lunch. You were sitting in the courtyard with your friends, eating and chatting. You had reached into your backpack to pull out a test you’d just recently gotten back, and at the bottom of the bag was a small metal lighter. You picked it up and examined it curiously. You checked the lighter for any engravings, then put it back when you found nothing.
You thought for a second, then you realized. Ohhhhh.. it must be Johnny’s. You tucked it into a small pocket of your backpack and grabbed what you had originally been looking for before turning to your friends to continue the conversation. But mentally, you were already trying to plan how to return the lighter.
It wasn’t until the end of the day that you saw Johnny again. You were walking through the hallway as everyone went out to their cars and buses. You weren’t going home yet, you had some after school club. You had 10 minutes, so you were wandering the halls.
While mindlessly wandering, you saw Johnny sitting in the stairwell. Just the guy you were looking for. You stopped your wandering and walked closer to the stairs, stopping in front of him.
“Hey.” You said softly, smiling once he looked up at you. “Mind if I sit down?” You asked.
“Uhm..” Johnny stared for a second, like he was thinking about it. After a few moments of awkward silence, he patted the spot next to him in invitation. “Yeah, sit down.”
You smiled wider and sat down next to him, slipping your bag off your shoulders and setting it in front of you. You reached inside the bag and pulled out the small metal lighter you found earlier, holding it up to show him. “Is this yours?” You asked.
Johnny’s eyes lit up slightly as he reached over to grab it from your hand. “I was looking for that earlier!” He said as relief began to show on his face.
“Thanks.” He added with a smile as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He tilted the pack towards you, silently offering you a cigarette. You accepted one with a giggle. He lit his own cigarette, then turned to you. “Y’need a light?”
“Sure.” You said with a nod, leaning closer so he could light your cigarette. Once he lit it, you leaned back and took a quick puff, blowing the smoke into the school air. You turned your head towards him as you took another drag.
“Why are you still here so late?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, I just.. didn’t wanna leave.” Johnny said, refusing to make eye contact. You knew better than to pry. “Why are you still here?” He asked as he took a puff.
“I’m here for an after school club.” You replied, taking a drag.
“Which club?” He asked.
“Art club.” You said as you flicked ash onto the ground below you.
“Art club. That’s pretty cool.” Johnny said, his body instinctively leaning closer to yours. “I always liked art, but I never was any good at it.”
“It’s okay, I’m not that good either. I just need the credits.” You said with a giggle before taking another drag.
“C’mon, you can’t be that bad.” Johnny said through chuckles. “Let me see.”
“No, I’m serious, it’s so bad.” You said as you held back a laugh, reaching into your bag and pulling out your art notebook. You turned to one of the pages and cringed internally, but still handed the notebook to Johnny. He didn’t laugh out loud, but you could see it in his face.
“No, no, it’s..” Johnny said as he held back giggles. He handed the notebook back and took a drag of the cigarette to stop himself from laughing. “It’s.. good.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Johnny. I have eyes.” You said as a smile grew on your face. You weren’t upset, you knew that art wasn’t your strong suit.
“No, it’s just like.. abstract art.” Johnny replied as he blew the smoke out, trying not to blow it in your face.
“Yeah, abstract art.” You said through a fit of giggles as you shoved the notebook back in your backpack. “That’s one way to put it.”
You looked up at the clock on the wall above you as you stubbed the cigarette out against the stair you were sitting on. It was 3:15, you were now 5 minutes late to art club. You quickly stood up and slipped your backpack on, grabbing a piece of gum from your bag to hide the cigarette smell on your breath.
“Well, this was nice, but I’m 5 minutes late. How can they absolutely grill me if I’m not there?” You said with a giggle as you smoothed out your skirt.
“This is true.” Johnny said as he took another drag of his cigarette. “Good luck at art club.”
“Thanks, I’ll need it.” You said as you playfully rolled your eyes. Just as you began to walk away, Johnny called out to you softly. You stopped in your tracks and turned around, looking at him curiously.
“Hey, uh..” He started, his voice shifting into something nervous. “Thanks for bringing me back my lighter.”
You smiled softly. “Yeah, of course. It’s what friends do.” You replied before you walked away (with purpose, of course.. you were late).
okay so i lowkey have band camp the next two weeks so im gonna post a fic at some point this week, then im gonna be on a short hiatus until like week of August 16th because of band camp </3
Warnings: fluff!! mentions of fighting with parents, this was written while author had a concussion so
Words: 916
Notes: i stopped watching heartstopper so i could write this be thankful guys 😒 /j sorry if this isn’t as good i lowkey might have a concussion and probably shouldn’t be on my phone
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You were running. You weren’t quite sure yet, but you were moving as fast as your legs would take you.
Earlier, your father had come home drunk, which was never a good sign. You were in the kitchen at the time, cleaning the dishes when he slammed the front door. Your mother had been in the living room, and upon your father’s return, she started to yell at him for being drunk. You tried to sneak away, but you’d gotten caught in the crossfire. Somehow, the fight turned into both of your parents ganging up on you, and when your father had raised a hand to slap you, you ran.
Which brings you to now. You had been running for maybe 5 minutes, but you didn’t know where to go. You stopped running once you got to a familiar part of town, and leaned against a street lamp so you could catch your breath. You looked around, trying to find somewhere where you could chill for a little bit until everything cooled down. Then it hit you.
The lot. Of course, the lot.
Once you had caught your breath, you began to walk to the abandoned lot nearby. Johnny had shown you a few weeks ago after you’d ran from your house because of a similar incident. No one really went there besides Johnny and the rest of the gang. You’d only started going with him recently. You snapped back into reality as you turned into the lot, seeing Johnny lying in your usual spot. You didn’t find it too odd, it was rare that he slept at home.
You jogged over to where he was sitting quietly and sat down next to him, causing him to jump slightly and quickly turn his head to look at the mystery person that sat next to him. You quietly grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
“It’s just me.” You said softly once he turned to look at you. “Calm down.”
He let out a deep breath and leaned against the pile of dirt behind both of you. “Thought you were someone else..” Johnny said, his voice shaking slightly from the fear he felt just moments ago. “Why’re you out here so late?” He asked as he reached over to grab your hand.
You intertwined your fingers with his and leaned your head against his shoulder, shifting to get comfortable. You sighed before answering quietly, “Got in a fight with my parents, you know how it is.”
“Yeah, me too.” Johnny said as he nodded in acknowledgment. You two sat there in silence for a few minutes, but it wasn’t long before you were starting to get cold. Johnny felt you nuzzle closer for warmth, and he looked down at you curiously.
“Are you cold?” Johnny asked quietly.
“Just a little bit, it’s okay.” You replied with a smile. A little cold never killed anybody, you thought.
“‘M getting cold too.” Johnny said as he stood up, reaching down to grab your hands and pull you up. “C’mon, let’s go to the Curtis house. Their doors are usually unlocked.”
“Are you sure?” You asked as you got pulled up.
“Yeah, I go there sometimes when it gets too cold.” Johnny said as reassurance. “Let’s go.” He said as he began to lead you out of the lot and along the street to the Curtis house.
He dragged you onto an unfamiliar porch and opened the front door, walking in like he owned the place. He sat down on the couch, you sat next to him.
“Are you sure you’re like.. allowed to be in here?” You asked as you fidgeted with a loose thread on your skirt.
“Yeah, it’s Ponyboy, Darry, and Sodapop. They leave the door unlocked for people, it’s fine.” Johnny said as he leaned down to lay on the couch.
“Okay..” You said, still not 100% sure, but believing him enough. You laid down next to him, huddling up like bunnies so that you both would fit on the couch. You reached up and gently kissed Johnny’s cheek. He looked down at you with a smile, and you took that as an invitation to kiss all over his face. His hand reached up to tangle in your hair, giggling softly as you kissed his face, leaving faint lipstick marks. After you’d finished your kiss assault, you leaned back just enough that you could admire your artwork.
“You look great like this.” You said with a teasing lilt.
“Really?” Johnny asked in response, his eyes showing he was less guarded than normal.
“Definitely.” You said before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips before nuzzling closer into his chest. “Goodnight.” You said, your voice muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt.
“‘Night.” Johnny said as he curled around you, resting his head on the arm of the couch. With that, you were both out like a light.
That morning, Darry woke up and walked into the living room to find you two curled up on the couch like two stray animals. He turned to Sodapop, who was standing behind him and looking with curiosity.
“That’s Johnny.. but who’s that?” Darry asked, pointing to you as he raised an eyebrow.
“I dunno.” Sodapop said with a shrug. “They definitely seem friendly though.” Sodapop said with a goofy smile as he noticed the lipstick marks all over Johnny’s face.
Darry sighed, but nodded and turned into the kitchen. “Whatever. Let them sleep. You can bother Johnny later.”
may i ask which characters from the outsiders youre open to writing for??
i’m open to writing for any characters from the outsiders! i might just have to reread the book and rewatch the movie to get a proper grasp on some characters because i would hate to mischaracterize.
my only absolutely not is writing smut for ponyboy and johnny. it just feels icky to me.
Pretty please make a part two for the other valance!
Proving a point (D.W.)
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Dallas Winston x Soc!reader
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Pt1 / Pt2
Warnings: 18+!!! fingering, Dallas being nosy as hell, Dallas has an ego, kind of peer pressuring to drink idk
Words: ~1.7k
Notes: i had to stop myself from writing pocketbook a few times. i don’t want to talk about it. anyway i locked in so hard i like this one
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It had only been about two days since that night in the drive-in, and you couldn’t try to play it cool anymore. You wanted to see Dallas Winston. Wow.. that was crazy to think about.
You waited until Cherry had fallen asleep to sneak out. You’d decided to go through the window, it seemed like the safest option at the time. Once you got outside, you reached into your purse and pulled out that slip of paper that Dally had given you at the drive-in. With that, the walk began. After what felt like forever (but was actually only about 20 minutes), you made it to the address on the paper. You stopped outside and stared at the suspicious building for a few seconds.
This felt like the beginning of a horror movie.
You took a deep breath and swallowed your fear, then walked up to the door, knocking gently. You waited a few seconds, but there was no answer. As you raised a fist to knock again, the door opened. Your eyes widened and you quickly brought your hand back down to your side. The guy who answered the door wasn’t Dallas, he seemed older.
“Hey..” You said as you nervously messed with the strap of your purse. “Are you.. um..” You reached into your purse to pull out that slip of paper again. “Buck Merrill?”
The man raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “I am him.” The man replied, flicking a cigarette butt onto the porch below you. You two sat in silence for a second, but he was the first to break it. “So.. why are you here?”
“Oh!” You said like you’d completely forgotten what your main objective had been. “Is Dally here?”
Buck nodded again, pushing the door open so you could enter. “Yup. He’s in here somewhere.”
You hesitated for a second, seeing all the people in there, but eventually you stepped through the door. You stayed in a corner, trying to find Dallas in the sea of people.
“Hey, doll.” A voice said from next you unexpectedly. You jumped, your head whipping over to find the source of the voice. It was Dallas.
“Oh my god.” You said as you placed a hand on your chest. “You scared me.”
Dallas shrugged and leaned against the wall, smirking down at you. “I didn’t think you actually turn up.”
“Yeah, well.. I’m a woman of my word.” You said as you fidgeted nervously with a loose thread on your shorts.
Dallas quickly finished his drink and tossed it somewhere before turning to face you again. “Let’s go upstairs.” He said a sly smirk. “You won’t last down here.” He reached for your hand and began to drag you upstairs with him. Once upstairs, you passed a few doors before he stopped at one. He looked back at you with a mischievous glare, then opened the door and dragged you inside.
You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room curiously. Dallas tossed you a beer, then plopped down next to you. You glanced over at him, then placed the beer on the ground. Dallas noticed, and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you don’t drink.” Dallas said with a chuckle before he took a swig of his own beer.
“I do.” You said quickly, almost defensively. “I’m just.. not big on beer.” You said with a shrug.
“Don’t be such a princess.” Dallas said, rolling his eyes and reaching down to grab the beer you had set on the ground. He opened it and handed it back to you. “One beer won’t kill ya.”
You took the bottle and stared at it for a second, weighing the pros and cons. After a few seconds of silence, a small smile grew on your face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You agreed before taking a small sip from the bottle, making a face at the bitterness.
“Atta girl.” Dallas said as the smirk grew on his face. He reached into a side drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with a match and blowing the smoke to the side before leaning back, propping himself up on his elbows. He took a drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke towards you to get your attention. You huffed and turned your head to look at him.
“Have you had sex?” Dallas asked nonchalantly, like that wasn’t an insane thing to ask.
Your brain paused for a second. Did he really just ask that? You stayed quiet for a second before saying, “Excuse me?”
“It’s not some crazy taboo fuckin’ topic.” Dallas said, grunting as he sat up. “Have you had sex?” He asked again, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I..” You started, trailing off for a second. You were still in disbelief that he would ask that. “I have. A few times, same guy. Why does it matter to you?” You said defensively.
“Curious.” He said with a shrug, taking one more drag of the cigarette before putting it out on an ashtray and leaning closer to you. “Bet I could do better.” He said as a sly smirk grew on his face.
“No chance.” You said with a scoff and an eye roll. “You’re so full of yourself, you don’t even know who it was.”
“Nuh-uh.” Dallas countered. “I could 100% do better than some soc.”
“What if it was some big strong greaser?” You retorted, hiding a growing smile.
“But it wasn’t.” He said, bumping your shoulder with his.
You paused, looking away. He was right, it wasn’t some big strong greaser. “Yeah, well..” You said once you finally found words. “I don’t think you can do better.”
“At least just let me try, yeah?” Dallas replied, poking your side.
You thought about it for a second. After a few moments of silence, you nodded, quickly chugging your beer.. for courage. “Yeah.” You said as a confident smirk grew on your face. “But, only to prove a point.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dallas said before leaning in to kiss you, his hands coming up to your jaw. You kissed him back eagerly, giggling softly against his lips as you pushed you down against the bed. His kisses trailed down to your neck, earning a soft hum from you. Your hands tangled in his hair as his kisses turned into nibbles. His own hands had traveled down to your shorts, where they were already undoing the button on them.
You shoved his chest lightly, breaking the kiss. “Eager, huh?” You asked with a teasing smile on your face, your hands running down the muscles of his back.
“Nah.” Dallas said as he pulled your shorts down and let them fall off the edge of the bed. He smirked down at you, biting his bottom lip as his fingers hooked onto the hem of your panties. “I just like being right, babe.” He said with a wink as he pulled your panties down.
“You’re so cocky.” You replied with a gasp as his moved his position and ran his hands over your thighs, spreading them.
Dallas ran a finger over your slit, biting back a smirk when he felt how wet you were. “And you’re wet. So, clearly I’m not cocky.”
You opened your mouth to tell him to shut up, but you were cut off by your own gasp as he pushed a thick finger into you. “Jesus christ..” You moaned softly as he curled his finger inside you. Admittedly, this was already better than that other guy. His finger was rough and calloused, but god it felt so good.
You couldn’t hold back your moans as his finger fucked into you, his face full of amusement. “Yeah, it’s good, huh?” Dallas teased, knowing it was getting to you.
“N-no.” You stuttered through a moan. “It’s just fine. Don’t get full of yourself.”
Dallas chuckled at your words as he pushed in another thick finger, watching your eyes flutter shut and your jaw drop. “I don’t think I’m the one full of me right now.” He said with a sly smirk.
“Shut up!” You yelled weakly, reaching up to smack his shoulder. You bit your lips, suppressing any further moans as to not inflate his ego, but you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking.
He began to fuck into you faster, and you couldn’t suppress the moans anymore. You bucked your hips against his hand, causing him to chuckle and lean closer to your face with a teasing smile.
“You give in yet? Am I better?” He said, his face only inches from yours. You bit your bottom lip, pushing his shoulder away weakly.
“Never.” You said through moans. You were getting close, you could feel it. A man had never made you feel like this before, but you couldn’t admit that to Dallas. You refused to let him win. Your eyes rolled back as that wave crashed over you, moans escaping your lips. You gripped his shoulder tightly as you reached that peak, eliciting a groan from Dallas. His fingers continued to move throughout your orgasm, only slowing down as you began to come down.
Once you had completely come down, Dallas reached down to gently grab your jaw to turn your head towards him. “Can you admit that I’m better now?” Dallas said as a devilish smile grew on his face.
“No. Jury’s still out.” You said as you sat up, reaching to grab your panties and shorts as you tried to catch your breath.
“Jury’s still out?” Dallas repeated with a fake annoyed voice. “Tough crowd.”
“Yeah, they’re very opinionated.” You said as you pulled your shorts on, zipping and buttoned them back up, then looking up at the clock on the wall to check the time. It was 2am, you had to get back. “They do think that another time would help them decide, but it’s getting late.”
“So you’re coming back?” Dallas said, his ego definitely growing.
“That’s not what I said.” You retorted, staying silent for a few seconds after. “..But maybe I will.”
Could you please do Dallas x Soc!reader, but reader is cherry’s cousin visiting? It could be smut or fluff I’m not picky. I do think if you make this a reader it’d be cool if you write one that’s similar to the drive in scene but with reader with cherry:) Thank you for reading this!🩵
The other Valance (D.W.)
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Dallas Winston x Soc!reader
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Pt 1 Pt 2
Warnings: fluff !!, smoking mentioned, kind of a stupid title name
Words: 1,074
Notes: i tried to stay true to the drive in scene but then i realized i dont wanna write Dallas harassing women so that got scrapped pretty quickly, #feminism or whatever. im sorry if this isnt that good i got slammed with multiple life events in one week
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You and Cherry were only a few months apart in age, and you’ve always been super close. Your family didn’t live in Tulsa, you lived about an hour away, but your family visited every summer. You and Cherry were basically sisters.
Another summer had come around, so that meant you were in Tulsa. You hadn’t even settled down yet before Cherry was dragging you out of the house. She had decided to take you to the drive in to see a movie, and you were more than happy to go with her.
You had been sitting in the front row of seats, watching the movie and chatting with Cherry. It was nice and peaceful, but then there was three boys who sat behind you. The older one, the one in the brown jacket, had been kicking Cherry’s seat and hitting on her.
The guy had stormed off after Cherry had yelled for him to get lost, and she’d been chatting with the two boys that were with him, which you’d learned were named Ponyboy and Johnny. When the guy had returned, he had cokes with him. He sat down next to you rather than Cherry. He handed out the drinks and popcorn, handing yours last with a smirk.
“Thought this might cool you guys down.” He said as he leaned back in his seat, then turned his head to look at you. “Hey, doll. I haven’t seen you before, I’m Dallas.”
You glanced over at him with a taking in his face. He was kinda.. cute. “Hi, Dallas. I’m Sherry’s cousin, I’m visiting.” You said as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
Dallas turned to face you, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh yeah, you’re visiting? From where?”
You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, biting your bottom lip to stop a smile from growing on your face. “Nowhere special, just some town an hour away.”
He nodded with a hum. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. “Y’got a light?” He asked. He had matches, but he wanted you to light it.
“Uhm.. maybe.” You mumbled as you searched through your purse. You made a soft noise of success as you pulled out the lighter. “C’mere.” You said with a smile.
Dallas leaned forward, and you reached up to light the end of his cigarette. He winked at you with a smirk, then blew the smoke in your face. You huffed slightly, rolling your eyes at him as he looked at you with amusement.
Before you could continue your conversation (really flirting..), Cherry looked over and her facial expression turned to one of annoyance. “Won’t you leave us alone, greaser?” She said, raising her voice.
Dallas grunted and shot up from his chair. “Fine.” He said as he stormed away like a child. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
You watched him walk away with a slight frown on your face. “Cherry, I was talking to him.” You said as you turned to look at her, annoyance showing on your face.
“Please, I helped you.” She said as she rolled her eyes. “I know about Dallas Winston, he’s bad news, hon.”
“He can’t be that bad.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you leaned back into your seat.
“He’s a hood. You’re better off staying uninvolved with him.” Cherry said as she tossed the coke he gave her in the trashcan nearby. “Trust me on this one.”
You just nodded and turned your head back to the movie. Throughout the rest of the movie, you couldn’t really focus. You were thinking about Dallas. You hadn’t spoke to him much, but you were intrigued. Despite what Cherry was telling you, you wanted to know him more.
Once the movie was nearly done, you turned to Cherry, who was talking to Johnny and Ponyboy. “I’m gonna go buy another coke.” You said as you stood up out of your chair.
“Y’sure? The movie’s almost over.” Cherry said, her face confused.
“Yeah, I’m thirsty.” You said with a shrug as you shuffled your way past the chairs.
You didn’t actually go to get a coke, you went outside of the drive in to get some air. You leaned against a metal gate, sliding down until you were sat on the ground. You took a deep breath and leaned your head back against the gate.
You’d been picking some grass when you felt someone sit next to you. You opened your eyes to see who, and much to your surprise, it was the hood.
“Oh-“ You said, your breath catching in surprise. “Hey, again.”
“Hey.” He replied shortly, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing it into the chilly night air.
“I’m..” You started, turning to look at him and pausing when your eyes met his. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry for the way she yelled at you.”
Dallas smirked and chuckled to himself. “Nah, I’m used to it.” He said as he stubbed out his cigarette. “I’ve made a name for myself.”
You went to say something, but he was quick to cut you off. He’s too cool for mushy feelings stuff.. obviously. “How long are you gonna be here?” He asked.
“I’m here until next Sunday.” You replied, turning away to look up at the night sky and stars.
Dallas dug around in his pockets for a second before he pulled out a piece of paper. “Y’got a pen?” He asked.
“Damn, do you have anything?” You replied as you pulled a pen out of your purse. He took the pen with an amused smirk, scribbling messily on the paper. He handed you the piece of paper.
“That’s where I hang out. You should come around before you leave, just tell Buck you’re there for Dally. He won’t ask any questions.” He said with a sigh.
You took the piece of paper hesitantly, eying him with confusion for a second before pocketing the piece of paper. “Yeah, I’ll try to come around.” You said as a smile grew on your face.
“Great.” He said as a smile grew on his own face. He pushed himself off the ground with a groan. “Cherry’s coming out, you better get goin’. I’ll see you later?” He asked, looking down at you, hope barely present in his eyes.
“Yeah, maybe.” You said with a smile as stood up. “I’ll see you later.”
Warnings: fluff !!, annoying Dallas, it’s extremely possible that some of these anatomy terms are wrong i literally just googled them
Words: 995
Notes: wow i can write something that’s not Babydoll Curtis!reader who woulda thought
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Dallas was sprawled across the bed next to you, his chin resting on his hand. You’d been studying for an anatomy quiz for a few hours now. You were studying to go into nursing, and as admirable as that was.. Dallas was starting to get impatient. So he was gonna get annoying.
“Okay.” Dallas said. “What is this?” He asked as he tapped your bicep.
You groaned, but obliged. “It’s the bicep, you know that one.”
Dallas nodded with fake seriousness before immediately moving to another spot, this time pressing two fingers into the soft dip above your hip bone. “And this?”
You rolled your eyes at him, but there was a smile on your face. “You’re ridiculous.” You replied as you pushed your hair out of your face. “Ilium.” You said deadpan. “Or iliac crest, if you wanna be extra.”
Dallas grinned, clearly pleased with himself. He leaned in and pressed a kiss right where he poked your hip, just to be extra annoying. Without warning, his hand slid down further and poked your thigh muscle. “This one. Name it.”
Dallas was watching you like a hawk now. He won’t remember any of these, but it was fun to bother you. And it gives him an excuse to touch you under the guise of studying.
You sigh, but you can’t hide the tiny smile on your face. You swat his hand away from your thigh before turning back to the page you were on before. “Quadriceps.” You muttered, scanning the textbook for confirmation. Of course, Dallas isn’t done. Within seconds, his cold fingers are tracing up your arm, stopping near your shoulder joint.
You finally caved and snapped, “Acromion! Jesus Christ, man-“ before breaking into quiet laughter despite yourself. It’s impossible for you to stay annoyed at him. Dallas smirked and shifted closer. He was 100% derailing your study session, but that’s what he wanted.
“You’re so smart.” He said with exaggerated pride, then immediately dived back in, pointing at your collarbone with a mischievous glint in his eye. You glared, but it’s a weak glare.
“Clavicle.” You said automatically, pointing at the textbook to confirm it. Then, before Dallas could poke you again, you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the mattress.
“No more.” You insisted, even though you knew you’d give up in like.. two minutes. Dallas’ eyebrows shot up. You’re fighting back? Usually, you just let him endlessly poke and prod at you. A devious smirk curled on Dallas’ lips. He didn’t resist the grip, he flexed his fingers slightly against your grip, testing.
“Ohhh..” Dallas drawled. “You wanna wrestle now?”
Without warning, Dallas flipped your positions in one smooth motion, rolling you over so you were beneath him instead. The textbook went flying off the bed with a thud. You yelped as you were suddenly flipped onto your back, Dallas moved way too fast for someone who was being a lazy distraction for the last hour.
“Hey!” You protested, but there was no real anger in it, just surprise. Now Dallas was looming over you with that stupidly attractive smirk. You tried to shove at his chest halfheartedly. “I was studying, asshole.”
Dallas caught both of your wrists easily, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other came up to tickle your side mercilessly.
“Studying is boring.” He countered, grinning as he watched you squirm and giggle under him. The sound is stupidly endearing, but he’d never tell you that. You bursted into laughter, full unfiltered giggles, as Dallas’ fingers danced over your ribs. You hated being tickled, which is exactly why Dallas did it so much.
“S-stop—!” You gasped between laughter as you writhed uselessly beneath him. Your cheeks were flushed pink from both the tickling and how close Dallas’ face was to yours. But of course, Dallas persisted. If anything he doubled down, now peppering kisses and nibbled along your jawline as well.
You were a mess, laughing too hard to even catch your breath, and tears pricking at the corner of your eyelids. Dallas’ kisses were messy between tickle attacks, but it was all so stupidly perfect and you couldn’t help but melt into it.
You finally managed to twist yourself just enough to headbutt Dallas lightly in the shoulder, not hard, just a playful nudge. Panting slightly from laughter exhaustion, you glare up at him. There’s no heat behind it, just fondness.
“Stop! I concede..” You panted. Dallas finally relented, releasing your wrists and leaning back just enough to admire his handiwork, the flushed face and dazed smile from laughing too much. He brushed a stray hair out of your eyes before leaning down to press a soft kiss right on your nose.
“Good.” He murmured smugly. “Now you’re properly distracted.”
Suddenly, you heard the patter of little feet outside your door. You knew it was your little sister, so you gently shoved Dallas off of you and sat up, earning a noise of confusion from Dallas as he got shoved. Within seconds, you heard someone fumbling with the doorknob, then your little sister’s head poked in.
“Mommy said dinner is ready.” She said, staring at you with big eyes.
“Okay, tell her we’ll be down in a second.” You said as you got out of your bed. Your little sister nodded and skipped away, humming some cartoon theme song as she returned to the dining room.
“C’mon, you bum. Dinner.” You said as you tugged on Dallas’ hand to pull him off your bed. After a few seconds of just laying there and groaning, he finally got up.
“I hate you.” You said as you looked up at him with annoyance in your gaze.
“No you don’t.” He said with a smirk as he looked down at you and poked you in the ribs one more time. Just to assert dominance or something.
“Oh, alright.” You said with a giggle as you gently pushed him along. “I guess I don’t.”
