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Hiya

Do you have plans to do any more “texting F1 drivers girlfriend” because Max’s was hilarious?

If not, would you be open to doing a Charles one pleaseeeeee

I haveeee charles and oscar one in my drafts😁

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DEAN WINCHESTER DRABBLE

IDEA: Pumpkin Carving with the Winchesters

Note: I apologise for how bad this is. I haven’t written in a while, I didn’t proofread but I’m currently down bad for Team Free Will after binge watching supernatural so enjoy!

Dean Winchester x reader / Castiel / Sam

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“This is ridiculous.” Dean grumbled, face scrunched up in disgust at the slime coating his hands. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” He shook off a seed, that stubbornly stuck to the back of his hand.

“Just admit you’re having fun.” Sam shot back. “Besides, look how happy it’s making her.”

Humming under your breath, your hips swayed to the ‘spooky’ music sounding through the speaker sitting on one of the nearby bookcases. One of the tables in the library had been cleared, and you’d set up pumpkin carving tools on it, surprising the brothers when they’d walked in for a day of research. Instead, you’d ordered them to enjoy a day off. Neither one wished to argue with you when you stood before them brandishing a hunting knife.

Dean watched as you stabbed your pumpkin, tongue trapped between your teeth in concentration. It was the same face you made when torturing demons, and Dean loved it. Not that he would ever admit that. And so he continued with his charade of crankiness.

“You know, this is the kind of shit children do.” He snarked.

Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing at him. His lips twisted into a smirk, knowing he was getting under your skin.

“Then it’s perfect for you.”

“Here we go,” muttered Sam, shaking his head when you and Dean started bickering.

“Why do humans do this again?” Cas asked, leaning over to heal Sam when he sliced his finger.

“Because it’s tradition.” You answered, complimenting him on his own carving. Not fully understanding the activity, Cas had drawn a cute little face into his.

“Actually, Celtics used to carve faces into pumpkins to frighten away a wandering soul and prevent him from entering their homes on All Hallows Eve.” Sam recited. “That’s why they made them scary.” He showed off his own, a frightening face carved into it.

“As they should,” muttered Dean, turning to face you. “See, these were designed to prevent evil spirits and you’re over there carving one into your pumpkin.”

“But look how cute my ghost is!” You defended, turning it around to show him the little icon you had carved into your pumpkin. Pride decorated your face, and Dean couldn't help but smile.

“Ghosts aren’t cute. You had your ass thrown through a window by one last week.”

“And my big, strong, defender saved me.” You teased, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Baby looks cool on a pumpkin.”

Dean grinned to himself, deciding that pumpkin carving might not be so bad after all.

Below are the pumpkins (obviously Dean’s would be baby but that’s an idea of what he did)

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PULL ME BACK FROM THE DARKNESS ~ CATO HADLEY

PLOT: You and Cato fill in the missing pieces of each other. 

Warning: smut, m/f, hints at PTSD and depression, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight size kink.

I am not responsible for what media you choose to consume. If you cannot handle the contents of this or are too young, please do not read. It is your responsibility, not mine. 

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Wet strands of hair dripped down your back as your fingers nimbly worked at braiding them away from your face. Not yet fully dressed, you leant across the sink to gaze into the small mirror to see whether the top of the braid was flat. A click resonated throughout the room and you couldn't help the smile that sidled its way onto your face as the thudding of heavy footsteps filled your ears. The hulking figure of the man who had been your rock filled the doorway and you connected eyes with him through the mirror. Rough fingers replaced your hands as he smoothed out the tangles in your hair and expertly twisted the strands together. Once he was done, you couldn't help but admit that he had done a better job than you would have done yourself. Reminding you that he had younger sisters who he'd been forced to practice on, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before stripping for his own shower.

Sinking your teeth into her lip, you heard him exclaim in shock when the water came out cold instead of the usual lukewarm. Guilt made its appearance once more when you realised you had used up the hot water for the day. Plopping down onto the mattress, you closed in on herself as the memories that had plagued you all day took their toll on you. For so long you had been fighting – fighting for survival, fighting other children, fighting your own mind. Whilst your hands were no longer covered in blood, they would never be cleansed of the innocent lives you had taken.

Pulled from your thoughts as a bare chest entered your view, you bit her lip at the towel slung around his hips. How it didn't drop any lower was beyond you but you found herself almost willing it to slide down. Leaning into his touch as he placed his hand on the side of your face, you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Rough day, baby?"

You remained silent, relishing in his strength for a moment or two. All you wanted was to lie down and wait for the fight to pass. To wait for the moment when her mind would fall blank and the memories would cease to exist. Eyes connecting with Cato's, you realised you had disappeared inside your own head once again. Concern was written across his face until you reassured him that you were present in the room and not back in the arena. Both of you had spent too long plagued by the chaos that had followed you out of the arena. Thankfully, one of you was always there to be the tether to reality. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Cato from looking at her as if she was one crack away from irreparable. 

"Stop," she demanded. "I'm not weak enough to crumble from one bad day. I’ll get through it, just like I get through the rest.”

"Sweetheart, I never meant-."

"No, I know exactly what you meant. The next Games are fast approaching and my nightmares are coming on faster and darker but so are yours. Snow didn't break me. I'm not some fragile little doll that needs to be hidden away whilst the pieces are glued back together again. I am perfectly mentally capable of mentoring the next lot of tributes without having a breakdown.” 

"Indie, this isn't about me thinking you're not strong enough, this is about me not being strong enough! How can I look at these small children and send them to their death. I've already had to deal with losing them before."

Falling to his knees, Cato buried his head in your lap and allowed the tears to fall. Whispering soothing words, you ran your fingers through his blond strands. Teardrops slid down your own cheeks as you watched the strongest person in your life fall apart. Cato had been there for you since the moment you had been reunited after your were rescued from the arena after cutting down all those in your way. He had been there to catch you every time you stumbled. Watching him feeling so hopeless shook you and although you felt like curling up next to him and giving in, you knew it was your time to be there for him.

"Listen to me, we've made it through death and we've made it through separation. Baby, I am just as scared as you but I know that we're going to get through this together. We haven't made it this far just to lose now. You and me, together, Cato. Forever."

"You don't deserve this." Cato sniffled, brushing away his own tears. "You've been through so much, lost so much, I'm supposed to be there for you."

"Cato, I'm your partner, it's my duty to be there for you. We fight together or we don't fight at all. Don't forget that we're from Career Districts. We're always strong and we never lose. We will not allow these next Games to strip away the strength that we have left."

"Well maybe, for one night, we reward ourselves with the luxury of being weak. Just tonight, let's forget about this stupid war and just wallow in our pity. Please?"

And maybe it was the broken look on his face, the sadness swirling in the sky blue eyes, or the fact that forgetting about the future Games was all you wanted to do, you granted him the only thing he had ever asked of you. Snuggling into his comforting (still bare) arms, you allowed yourself to cry about your own pain. The tears that fell weren't for the fallen and all they had left behind, they weren't for the deaths of the future children you were about to witness, these were purely for how mentally exhausted and rundown you felt. Soft lips kissed away your tears. One warm hand rested on the cool skin of your hip, having slithered its way under the thin shirt you slept in.

With a small inhale, you pressed your lips to his whilst your hands snaked their way into his hair. Salt mixed with the taste of his tongue but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. A rumble echoed in his chest as his length pressed against you and he straightened, yanking you up with him. Spinning you around, Cato backed you up until you hit the wall with a bump. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you rested your head against the wall, back arching when Cato sucked on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"I love you," his lips traced the words down to the valley between your breasts before he wrenched the top over your head and threw it behind him.

Left hand reaching up to palm at your breast, his mouth wrapped around the nipple on the other one, tongue flickering over the hardened bud. Your breath hitched and you used your foot to deftly push the towel down and finally reveal what had been hidden from you. Exclaiming in shock, you scowled when Cato chuckled against you. When you reached down to grasp him, he gently bit your nipple but the action forced your hips against his and with one roll, he brushed against your clothed clit.

"Off," you begged, lifting your hips slightly away from the wall so that Cato could slide them down your shaky legs.

Fingers dancing along your legs, he reached down to cup your heat and one finger slid between your wet walls.

"I will never get sick of this," he groaned, watching as you bit your lip in pleasure.

Thumb rubbing your clit, he added another finger, watching as they plunged in and out of your slick heat. His name tumbled off your lips as your pleasure increased and Cato knew that that would be his favourite sound. If there was one sound that could banish the nightmares and dispel the darkness, it would be you crying his name as you tumbled over the edge, coating his fingers. Panting slightly, you pushed him away, revelling in the confused look on his face.

As you sunk to her knees, lust clouded his blue eyes until they were as dark as the sea in District Four on a stormy day. Hand wrapping around the base, you smirked as he hissed when your tongue licked a stripe from balls to tip. Mouth wrapping around his tip, you moved down ever so slightly before pulling back up. Hollowing your cheeks out, you sucked gently on his tip and was rewarded with a throaty groan as Cato bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

"So good to me, baby." Cato cursed, hand resting on your head as he pushed you down a little more.

Humming around him, you gagged when he jerked slightly and his dick hit the back of your throat. One hand gently fondled his balls and Cato swore before pulling himself away from you.

"As much as I love your mouth wrapped around me, I'd rather put my cock somewhere else."

Shivers skittered down your spine as his husky words were whispered in your ear and you found yourself being pulled of your knees before you were shoved against the wall face first. Large hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and you smiled knowing Cato remembered just how you liked it.

"Always so tight for me," he grunted as he slid into you.

Cheek pressed against the cold concrete wall, you whimpered as your walls adjusted to the girth of him. Teasingly, he slowly entered inch by inch until his impatient girl backed up and enveloped the entirety of him in one quick movement. One hand braced on the wall, small grunts escaped his mouth as h thrust gently into you. Lips pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred back of his hand, you rested your head against his hand in a loving gesture. A primal instinct ignited in Cato at the sight of his partner so small and vulnerable, as you let down your guard and opened yourself up to him both emotionally and physically. The woman beneath him was always so strong and fierce that he couldn't help the dark chuckle that escaped as his body encompassed yours entirely as he pressed you further into the wall.

"Such a good girl. Take me so well," he praised, enjoying the little pants that left your mouth and with a shift of his hips, he coaxed a scream from you.

Unable to help the moans that tumbled from your mouth, you reached down to grab the hand that gripped your hip and pulled you against his cock. Love swelled within him as you held on tightly to him, begging him to go faster as you pleaded for her impending orgasm.

"I love you," you cried as stars exploded across your vision and your walls clenched him tightly.

At the feel of your orgasm, Cato burrowed himself in deeper and pounded harder into your sensitive walls.

"So close, Princess." Cato gasped, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his movements quickened as he sought release.

"Cum in me," you begged.

Not one to deny the woman he loved, Cato called your name as he stuffed himself inside you, hot cum painting your walls. Sensitive to his touch, you leaned back into his chest as his arms came around your waist and pulled you in for a loving embrace. One hand wrested flat on your belly as he whispered promises of having their own family but in a world where the Hunger Games didn’t exist. Naked and wrapped around one another, you could pretend for just a moment that you were a normal couple whose only issues were what to eat for dinner and how many children you wanted. Whimpering as Cato pulled out of you, you watched him wander into the bathroom in search of a washcloth.

Hand resting on your own abdomen, you wondered whether you would have end up with child. And, for the first time in your life, you found herself hoping you would. Struck by the aching pang within you, you realised that the life you had built with Cato had made you realise just how badly you craved a perfect family with the man you loved. In a world where they grew up safe and never needing to learn the ways to kill another person. 

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Loosely based on a scene from my Cato x OC story but details have been adapted to avoid spoilers. You can find the book Pugnator at;

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BIG FUCKS SMALL - Alfie Solomons

PLOT: Alfie’s riled up and starts an argument with you but quickly gets distracted by how small you are compared to him.

WARNING: Smut, language, size kink

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Alfie Solomons liked to pretend that he always knew what he was doing, that he always had a plan, and that he was never afraid of anything. It wasn’t true. The majority of his negotiations with Tommy Shelby was him blabbing crap until he confused the man, and the other half was him putting on a bored bravado. However, the moment you had gotten pulled into the mess with the Shelby’s and the Italians, his fear came out in anger.

You had been up in the offices, finishing some last minute paperwork unaware of who had just entered the building, until a man carrying a gun barged into the room and grabbed you. Dragging you down to the warehouse, you tried fighting back, swearing, screaming, but nothing would budge the Italian gangster pining your arms behind your back. When Alfie saw you, his face flickered into worry for a microsecond before feigning indifference.

“Who’s this?” Luca Changretta demanded, gripping your face and forcing you to look at Alfie.

“Just my secratery. Nobody of importance.” Alfie lied, clenching the table beneath him with such strength that the flimsy wood began groaning.

“So it would make no difference if I killed her then?”

“Well, yes, it would. Because then I’d have to find myself a new fucking secratery. Do you know how fucking annoying that process is? And having to find someone to trust? Ducking nuisance. I mean, kill her if you really want to but you’ll have to add another hundred.”

Eyes widening at Alfie’s non-chalant attitude, you made yourself a reminder to yell at him for it later. 1) because Luca Changretta would definitely kill you and 2) because he’d priced you so low. Thankfully, Alfie managed to bullshit his way through the whole thing and annoy Changretta so much that the Italians left you and Alfie in the warehouse, alone and alive.

“How dare you?” You seethed, marching up to him. “I don’t care how confident you act. Don’t you ever tell the fucking mafia to just ‘kill me if they want’. Fucking prick.”

“What the fuck were you still doing at the office? You told me you fucking going home?!” Alfie yelled, glaring down at you, chest puffing out.

“I had work to do so that you wouldn’t throw a hissy fit tomrorow. But I suppose rum doesn’t matter when you’re selling out Tommy fucking Shelby.”

“Keep your mouth shut!” Alfie snarled, grabbing your forearms in his.

Pushing you back until you bumped into the wall, he trapped you there with his arms, pinning you to the cold brick wall of the warehouse. He loved how you fit into the cage of his arms perfectly, holding your breath to see what your giant of a husband would do next. Glancing down at his little firecracker, he couldn’t notice how small your arms were in his giant hands. Or how you barely reached his bearded chin. Your small frame shrouded by the shadow of his large one. He marvelled at how much sarcasm and rage could fit into such a petite frame.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, love.”

He knew it would only set you off more, and he was correct when your cheeks flushed red and your nostrils flared. Raising your hands to shove him away from you, he grabbed both of them in one giant palm and chuckled at the small size of your hands compared to his calloused ones. Dropping them, he cupped your face in his hands tightly and smirked when you poured up at him, annoyed at him for using his size and strength to stop you from hitting him.

“It’s only because I love you, little bird.” He hummed, moving to press his lips against yours in a, surprisingly, gentle kiss.

“I love you too, dick.” You giggle, pulling him down so you could kiss him back, brushing your nose against his.

Groaning at the pain in his back, he straightened his spine, taking you with him as he wrapped your legs around his waist and pressing you against the wall once more. Placing a kiss against Alfie’s pulse point, lust filled you when he let out a deep groan, his pants tightening.

Capturing your lips with his once more, Alfie deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours with such passion that you began unbuttoning his pants. Tossing you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, he chuckled when you slapped his ass in protest. Walking over to the huge table he’d been previously leaning against, he swept everything off it, not caring about the mess. Smacking your ass, he placed you down on the table and allowed you to trap him there by wrapping your legs around the back of his thighs.

Leaning down to kiss you once more, he allowed you to shimmy his trousers down his muscular thighs, quickly followed by his underwear. Groaning as you pumped him, he moaned loudly at the sight of your dainty hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Whilst Alfie was a fairly large man, he always looked huge with your hand or mouth around him.

Wasting no time, he ripped your panties down your legs, flinging them into some dark corner of the warehouse (for some scarred workers to find in the morning). Sinking to his knees, he pushed your dress up before throwing your legs onto his shoulders and lowering his head. Your breath hitched before he’d even done anything making him chuckle between your thighs, his cool breath hitting your wetness. His beard tickles your thighs making you attempt to close them but he forced them apart, giving you a look to behave. You gasped as his tongue pressed against your clit, swirling circles on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Alfie. Please.” You whimpered, small hands tangling into his hair and pulling it. Relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair, he moaned against you, hand creeping up to grope your breast.

Your head dropped back, banging on the table and causing you to shoot back up, rubbing it slightly. Chuckling at your clumsiness, he relieved your pain by delving his tongue into you, causing you to let out a loud string of profanities that would have your mother giving you a slap. Gripping his arms, you squeezed tightly as you tried to continue the moans spilling out of you. He grew harder at the sight of your hands barely making it around his muscles. Pulling away from you before you could finish, he climbed atop you, bracing himself with his arms.

“Fuck me, Alfie. Please.” You begged, staring up at him with doe eyes.

Hovering over you, he slowly pushed himself into you, revelling in the little gasps you let out as you adjusted to his thickness. Bottoming out, he closed his eyes at the warmth wrapped around his cock.

“Still as tight as the first time I fucked ya.” He grunted, thrusting in and out slowly, agonisingly so.

“Eyes open, dove.” His voice deep and hoarse as he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

His hair was dishevelled, his shirt gaping open at the top, sweat beading down his forehead and his mouth slightly agape as pleasure coursed through him. Despite his temper and often, stupidity, he was your husband and you loved him. He was protective and stubborn. Caring and sweet. And two times bigger than you which you loved.

Glancing down, he watched as he plunged in and out of you, marvelling at how big he looked and how well you took him. Feeling his orgasm nearing, he buried his head in your neck, sucking at your sweet spot and coaxing breathy moans from you. Picking up his pace, he grunted, ignoring the horrible screeching noise the table made as it began scraping along the floor.

“Fuck, come on, love. Cum for me.” He grunted, trying not to squash you as he lost himself in the pleasure of your walls clenching around him.

“Alf-.” You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his back and forcing him deeper into you. “Oh, fuck!” You squealed when he hit your spot.

Gently biting his shoulder as your orgasm hit you, your back arched off the table and Alfie wrapped his arms around, pulling you flush against him. He loved cradling you in his arms. Thrusting into you particularly roughly, he let out a strangled moan as he came deep inside you.

Lying down on the table, he pulled you on top of him as he attempted to catch his breath. Placing a kiss atop your head as your snuggled against his broad chest, he whispered how much he loved you into your hair.

“Maybe we’ll have made our own little one this time.” He prayed, eyes closing as he prayed he would be able to make a family with you before it was too late.

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Had to add that ending after knowing what I know after S4 E6

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Jaskier

Commitment Issues - Smut

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KOL MIKAELSON PROMPT

Prompts: “I am soft and fragile and should be handled gently.”

“You just tore out someone’s throat. With your teeth!”

IDEA: You’re a Vampire but you’re always kind and sweet. A human tries to attack Kol but you’re not okay with that.

Fluffy socks were one of the reasons you continued to exist. You loved them because it gave you the opportunity to slide down the hallway of the Mikaelson mansion. It was even more fun when you crashed into your fiance, Kol Mikaelson, and caused the pair of you to go tumbling to the ground.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Kol chuckled at you.

“Using my vampire speed to see how fast and far I can slide.” You smiled down at him innocently.

Shaking his head at you, he gets up off the floor before pulling you up with him. Despite being a vampire and engaged to a Mikaelson, you were one of the most innocent, kindest people to ever have exist and it showed.

That didn’t mean you didn’t have your own dark past. Being a Vampire wasn’t always easy and sometimes you did lose control a little bit. That was why Kol loved you; you were the polar opposite to him but you still had an edge.

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Curled up in an oversized armchair, you were so enthralled that you didn’t hear the person creeping into the Mikaelson until the pained groans of Kol Mikaelson rang throughout your ears.

Darting up, you looked around the library frantically searching for something to use as a weapon. All you could see was heavy books until you realised the deadliest weapon was you.

Speeding down the stairs, you followed the sounds until you ended up in the living room. Stood over Kol was a dark figure with stakes strapped to his body. Kol was curled up on the floor, bleeding from numerous wounds.

Sneaking up behind the attacker, you felt your facial features morph into your vampire ones before you sunk your fangs into the human’s neck. In your rage, you forgot to stop at ‘unconscious’ and fell into ‘dead’ territory.

Kol let out another pained groan causing you to release the body and dash over to him. Despite the vervain coating the weapons, you wasted no time in pulling out the stakes and bullets, bringing him a nice, warm blood bag when you were done.

“Are you okay?” You pulled Kol in for a tight hug, grateful that you had stopped the human before he hurt Kol further.

“Of course, darling. I’m fine.” Kol reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I forgot how hot you look when you’re violent thought.”

“I am soft and fragile and should be handled with care.” You mumbled into his chest, looking down at your blood stained fluffy socks.

“You just tore out someone’s threat. With your teeth!” Kol exclaimed. “You’re my little devil. I love you either way. Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Here I thought you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour.” You giggled, the pair of you going up to your bedroom so that Kol could wash off the blood and get clean clothes.

“You going to join me?” Kol wiggled his eyebrows as he entered the ensuite.

Throwing the blood stained clothes in the washing basket, you wasted no time in rushing into the shower with your fiance.

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SPINNING IN THE RAIN - DALLY WINSTON (THE OUTSIDERS)

Prompt: “Tell me that you feel nothing for me!”

IDEA: Dally doesn’t believe that you won’t go out with him because he’s not your type

Sat on the sofa in the Curtis house was one of your favourite places to be; surrounded by the guys you loved the most. Apart from Dally.

Now, it wasn’t that you didn’t Dally, you did. You just didn’t like the idea of being in a relationship with him.

Much to his dismay, you had turned Dally down many times. Each time with the same excuse; he wasn’t your type. That was a lie.

As the sun started to set, you decided it was time you left the Curtis household and made your way home. But, the boys wouldn’t let you walk home despite the fact that it wasn’t far. Dally volunteered.

Silence filled the space between the two of you as you walked and you felt extremely awkward. Once the rain started falling, the two of you walked faster.

Rustling sounded from where Dally was stood and his warm jacket was draped over your shoulders. You smiled at him in thanks and continued walking. But Dally had stopped.

“You coming or what?” You called back, finally turning to look at him. The rain has caused his hair to stick to his forehead and his shirt was starting to stick to his body but he looked handsome to you.

“Why won’t you go out with me?” Dally didn’t move.

Tensing, you stared at the pavement debating whether or not you should tell him the truth. You didn’t.

“I told you, you’re not my type.”

“Bullshit.”

“Pardon?” You raised an eyebrow at the hothead.

“I said, bullshit. I don’t believe you. What’s the real reason you won’t go out with me?”

“You’re not my type, Dally.”

“See, I don’t think you’re telling the truth.” Dally took a step towards you, close enough that you could see the different shades of brown in his eyes. “If I wasn’t your type, your cheeks wouldn’t be as flushed as they are now.”

“I’m cold.” You lied again.

“You’re a terrible liar. You like me so why can’t you just admit it?”

“Dally, I don’t like you. Accept that and find some other girl to harass!”

You stormed away after that, the rain beating down on you. Grabbing your wrist, Dally spun you around and you collided with his chest. Taking a step back, you had to wrench your hands away from his arms (which you had gripped to stay upright.)

“Tell me you feel nothing for me! Tell me and I’ll leave you alone.” Dally’s voice trailed off at the last bit.

“I-I. I can’t! No matter how much I like you, I can’t be with you. You treat girls like they’re nothing!”

“That’s what this is about?” Dally scoffed. “The fact that I don’t care about the girls I have one night stands with? Those girls mean nothing to me because I don’t like them. I used them to try and get over you because I like you! A lot!”

“That’s my point though! You used them!”

“You’re ridiculous! I wouldn’t do that to you! Just give me a chance. One chance to prove to you that I want to be with you. That you mean more to me than anyone else ever could.” Dally pleaded.

Letting out a deep sigh, you could feel your resolve breaking. You could feel yourself giving in.

“Fine! You get one date to prove to me that you’re committed. Tomorrow. Pick me up at 6 and don’t be late.”

And with that, you flipped your hair over your shoulder and flounced off.

Dally wasn’t done with you though.

Spinning you into him once again, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“You really must stop doing th-.”

Dally’s lips pressed against yours in a sweet kiss, cutting off your sentence. Once you got over your surprised, you happily responded.

Sliding his hands down to the small of your back, Dally pressed you closer against him before slipping his tongue in your mouth. It was over far too fast for your liking.

“C’mon then. Let’s get you home before we get ill. Don’t wanna ruin our date tomorrow.”

Connecting your hands, Dally continued to escort you home. Once you’d reached your door, he gave you a short kiss goodbye before telling you that you can return the jacket tomorrow on your date. A date that you were looking forward to.

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WET WILLY - SODAPOP CURTIS ( THE OUTSIDERS)

Prompts: “Don’t you have to go be stupid somewhere else?”

“Not until 4.”

IDEA: Sodapop interrupts your date because he’s jealous

Despite the intense feelings you had for your best friend, Sodapop Curtis, you were still sat next to a guy at the movies on a date.

It was halfway through the film when you felt someone blowing in your ear and the familiar scent filled your nose. Sodapop was sat right behind you and your date.

James (your date) had pretended to yawn before draping his arm around your shoulders, a move that made you roll your eyes and Sodapop let out a snort.

“Y/N.” His voice whispered.

You didn’t turn around.

“Y/N.”

Rolling for eyes, you shuffle towards your date a little, hoping you can try and forget about the handsome boy sat behind you.

“Y/N.”

You ignored him.

He left you alone. For a little bit.

“Ew!” You shrieked, whipping around to glare at your friend. “Did you just give me a wet willy?”

“Maybe.” Sodapop gave you a half hearted shrug, and gave your date a glare when he introduced himself.

“You don’t seem like my Y/N’s usual type.” Sodapop sneered, looking James up and down. He seemed way too groomed and Soc like to be someone you’d be interested in. “You’re too, what’s the word, feminine?”

“Well, at least I’m not too, what’s the word, homeless looking? At least I could take care of her.”

Leaping up, you hold Sodapop back as he goes to jump James. Gripping the middle Curtis brother by his collar, you push him back a little before giving him a stern look.

“Don’t you have to go be stupid somewhere else?” You hissed, trying to ignore just how her Sodapop looked with that angered look on his features.

“Not until 4.” He responded with a smirk, jumping over the seat to sit next to you.

Ensuring that your date had calmed down, you sat back down in your seat and tried to focus on the rest of the movie. However, that proved to be difficult when Sodapop leaned closer towards to you, his breath hitting your neck.

“You know I could take care of you, right?” Sodapop whispered in your ear. “If you were my girl, I’d protect you and love you all the time.”

“I know, Soda. You’re a good friend.”

Sodapop let out a frustrated sigh and resisted the urge to blurt out his feelings then and there.

“Why are you on a date with this guy anyway?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because, he’s not right for you.” Sodapop confessed.

Finally turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow at his words. “And who is?”

Not even caring that your date was still sat next to you, Sodapop Curtis leaned over the armrest and crashed his lips against you, pouring all his feelings into that one kiss.

Not even caring that your date was still sat next to you, you wrapped your arms around Sodapop’s neck and allowed him to pull you into his lap.

As the movie came to an end, the pair of you were still connected at the lips when your date asked where you wanted to go for dinner.