cuddling with dallas winston except f!reader puts her cold hands on his back and he shrieks in pain. idk why but the idea of this is so funny to me. tysm!
the smell of tobacco and grass from the outside engulfed you as you buried your nose into dallas’ neck. you had your arms wrapped around him while you guys were laying on your bed, peaceful for the most part. the only time he moved was when he brought his hand to his mouth to take another drag of his cigarette, he even exhaled quietly.
you both stayed there, only accompanied by the quietude of your room.
dallys hand rested on the small of your back, occasionally patting it whenever you shifted.
if anybody could see him now, they’d probably die of shock. compared to his tough guy exterior on the outside, nobody would ever think that your boyfriend and dallas winston were the same person.
you could feel the tips of your ears getting cold, and decided to snake your hands under dally’s shirt around his back. your hands placed themselves against his warm back, but before you could get them all the way under his shirt, he jolted upwards. with the way he jumped, his cigarette could’ve fallen out of his mouth.
“jesus, man! what’s up with your fuckin’ hands?”
“let me love on you, dallas!” you said, as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you for the request anon !! this idea was funny to me too lol, hope you enjoy xoxo 💕
hiiii could i request sfw sleeping w/ dallas or just relaxing w him in bed 😛
“can you, like, crank your body temperature lower? you’re like a fuckin’ furnace.” a thick new york accent hit your ears, an accent that could belong to someone no other than dallas winston. despite his snarky comments and jabs, he had you snug against his side with an arm wrapped around you and his head turned to the side, his one act of compliance. he knew you hated when he blew smoke in your face.
“i’m not a robot, dal.” you stated calmly, your eyes still closed as you didn’t feel him stiffen under you. if he really had a problem with it, he would’ve shoved you off a while ago.
he simply huffed. you hummed as it got quiet for a bit, the only noise radiating off of the small television in the front of your room as it played an old recording of ‘the andy griffith show’, which dallas only sat through because you liked it so much.
even though he had claimed to hate the show, it never failed to have him sat in front of the tv with his eyes glued to the screen. he claimed it was because, “there’s nothin’ to do ‘round here” but you knew dally. that was just a ruse, another way of accepting a part of you into his life slowly but surely, breaking down the walls he had so carefully placed after sylvia had penetrated them with her unfaithful behavior.
dallas always had an itch, an itch he could never scratch. he wasn’t sure what for or how this itch developed. all he knew was that he needed to scratch it. one way to look at it is; just like someone who couldn’t put sunscreen on their back, dallas could never reach this itch. no matter how much he smoked or stole or got thrown in the cooler, he could never scratch it.
dally could also never shut up.
“at least change this thing? i can’t stand watching—“
you groaned and flipped over out of his grasp, covering your ears and returning back to your fetal position as he chuckled. dallas liked making you tick. it was like a dog cocking its head at a strange noise, he watched you with intense eyes as he studied your facial expressions. dal always took mental notes, even if you didn’t think he did.
dallas leaned back against the assortment of pillows you had displayed on your bed, eyes still glued to you and a smile still evident on his face. maybe you could scratch this itch that dallas always craves to scratch, maybe you can complete the empty space that remained in him. maybe he’d actually give you a chance, he thought.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stip because why do i always add these metaphors that don’t maje sense in my writng
guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo
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some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭
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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.
darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.
“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.
darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.
“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.
“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.
“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”
“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.
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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.
“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.
“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.
one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.
“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”
soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.
“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“
“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”
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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.
you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.
“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.
“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.
you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.
“oh, no.”
“oh, yes.”
“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”
and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.
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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.
you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.
he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.
when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.
once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.
“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.
dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.
once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”
“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.
“tastes sweet.”
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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”
“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.
“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.
“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.
“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.
“you do it too.”
“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.
“whatever you say, doll.”
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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.
“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.
“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.
“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.
“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”
as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.
he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.
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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.
“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.
“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”
“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.
when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.
you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.
“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you all so much for all the love n requests, i swear i’m writing them just give me some time 🫶
Could u do Johnny cuddling hcs? Or all of the gang separately
Anyways I love your writing sm 😭🫶🏼
the gang with cuddling ꨄ︎
the outsiders x reader
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sorry this took so long to come out !! i’ve been absolutely swamped with homework, thank you for this request 🫶 i hope you all enjoy !!
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you shifted away from DARRY a little bit to gather some of the coldness from the untouched part of the bed.
you hummed in delight as the foreign coldness of the sheets enveloped your body and you were met with a refreshing scent of lavender detergent, probably due to the fact that darry washed his sheets a few hours ago.
your eyes fell shut once again, falling into the euphoric feeling of sleep, before you heard shuffling behind you and felt a strong arm sling itself over your midriff.
you turn your head at an angle to see darry behind you, eyes still closed as he pulls you flush against him.
“y’awake, dare?” you whisper, turning your head as far as it could go so you could look at him.
all he does is nuzzle his face into the back of your hair, and gives you a small noise, signaling that he’s dozing off again.
you shake your head and softly chuckle, turning your head back to a comfortable position as you lay there in darry’s arms, content with just his presence. you know that one of you would get hot and would pull away in the night, but knowing that you’re still next to each is enough comfort on its own, so you didn’t mind all that much. no matter how hot darry was, he’d still have your pinkies locked or a hand against your back, just so he knows you’re there.
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you woke up abruptly with a hand landing on your face, looking over to see SODAPOP, mouth partially open as soft snores left his pink lips. he looked so peaceful, unaware of how he just assaulted your face in his slumber.
soda always slept wild. he moved a whole lot, and not always in a good way. ponyboy told you how once, he found sodapop upside down with his foot in pony’s face.
when you turned your head to look at soda some more, you couldn’t help but admire how serene he looked in his sleep. his hair a disheveled mess when it wasn’t greased, flattened against his white pillow, his jawline soft as his chin tucked itself in. you narrowed your eyes at him as you recall how he woke you up once his leg twitches.
you wonder what he’s dreaming about as you flinch away once he jolts in his sleep. his lashes flutter open at the absence of you next to him as his hand comes up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “what’s wrong, darlin’?” his voice is altered from the thick layer of sleep coating it, giving it a gravely tone rather than his usual voice.
you knew that if you told him of how he woke you up, he’d probably feel a tad bit guilty. so instead of saying anything, you just shake your head and lean back down, resting your head on soda’s chest, your head rising with every breath he took.
“i love you.”
“love ya, too.” he says, closing his eyes once again as he shuffled to get comfortable, his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer.
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“from her french mother, whose parents had felt haiti in the revolution of 1791, had come her slanting eyes, shadowed by inky lashes..” you listened as PONYBOY read his copy of ‘gone with the wind’ to you. resting your head on pony’s shoulders, you tucked yourself into his side. you felt the vibrations of pony’s voice in your position, the feeling almost soothed you as he read.
“y’still awake?” he confirmed, taking a moment to stop reading and look down at you. you met his eyes, finding yourself in a sea of grey hazel, before looking back at the book and giving him a small, ‘mhm’.
“you liar.” he shakes his head, careful to place a bookmark in his book before setting it down on the desk beside his bed.
“i was awake, pony!—“
“you was almost drooling on my shoulder.” he said, shuffling down under the covers to get comfortable. once pony actually lays down, you immediately wriggle your way into the taut comforter next to pony, burrowing into his side.
a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, pony awkwardly stiff as he feels you nuzzle into him. he opened his mouth to speak, it gaping open and closed like a fish as he considered whether or not to interrupt the quiet.
“why do you like me reading to you? couldn’t you read yourself?” he muttered with caution, trying hard so as to not make you think he didn’t like reading to you because trust me, pony really did like reading to you.
“like your voice.” you croaked, voice muffled in the pillows. you stayed there for a moment, feeling pony’s body heat up with just one comment.
you held back a giggle as you threw an arm around his waist and nuzzled into him until there was no space left, no gap to differentiate the two bodies, instead just one heap of love on pony’s bed.
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you watched JOHNNY look both ways before stealthily running out of his house, coming through the window as to not interrupt the commotion in the living room. you frowned as you saw the two figures yelling and thrashing about in the window, hearing a multitude of slams and glass breaking inside.
you beckoned johnny over as you perched yourself behind a tree, just in case anybody came out. you caught glimpses of his face when he ran, the moonlight dripping through the worn branches of the trees surrounding the pathway to his house. in those few gaps where you saw his face, although altered with the color of blue from the moon, you didn’t miss the faint tear streaks on his face and the reddening of his eyes and lips.
a curt, “lot?” was all that left your lips before johnny nodded vigorously. you thought, anything was better than, you looked back to the house and even through the curtains you could still see the two figures fighting and shouting so angrily it was almost unintelligible, that.
you held out your hand to johnny, offering at least some form of comfort on the way to the empty lot. he took it, his hand felt cold and calloused. you frowned as you felt some scarring from trying to protect his head when he got jumped by the socs that one time. nonetheless, you both bolted away into the darkness and headed to the lot in a desperate attempt to get away from this place.
“i hate it.” johnny had finally blurted out once you two had reached the lot and caught your breaths. you cradled his head as your heart broke when you felt his shoulders heave, probably trying to put a tough front as he muffled his sobs.
that whole night was spent with endless whispers of promises and assurance. countless mumbles of promising that you two would get enough money to move away from tulsa, to a place where there wasn’t any of this. where you two could be free.
johnny had cried himself out and fallen asleep with his head on your lap. you twirled and played with his hair, rubbing your fingers together at the texture of grease. you were comforted by the sounds of nature around you, owls hooting and crickets chirping filled the silence as your eyes stayed on johnny.
even though you knew your neck would be killing you, you leaned your head on an empty crate and didn’t move a single inch so johnny wouldn’t wake up.
it’s okay, you thought to yourself, one day i’ll take you out of this place.
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“stop—!” you whined, swatting DALLAS’ hand away as he kept poking at your cheeks. your eyes were still shut closed as you were trying to doze off, before dally had so rudely interrupted you.
you had gotten used to the stench of cigarettes, it was practically everywhere. in dallas’ room at bucks house, on dal’s clothes, his hair no matter how well he washed it. of course, there were some other undertones to it too. the deodorant dal always wore was musky as it seeped into your nostrils whenever you got close to his chest. it was just like him, strong and overwhelming.
you pouted, hiding your face into his chest so he couldn’t bother your face anymore. but he always had a way around it, so instead of poking your face he settled on flicking your ears with his index finger.
he scoffed in amusement when he realized you had really ignored him and fallen asleep.
dallas looked around the room and sighed, his nostrils blowing out smoke once his chest dropped with the breath.
it was a few thick moments of quiet, the only noise coming from the chirping of the ceiling fan that you would always complain about hoping it would never fall on you due to how worn down it was, before the door swung open only to reveal no other than buck merrill.
he opened his mouth to speak, wide and ready to talk, before he laid eyes on the sight before him.
you, asleep with your head on dally’s chest. and dallas? arm hanging off the side of the bed and his body not moving an inch so as to not disturb you, cigarette dangling out of his mouth as per usual.
“shit.” buck mumbles, watching dally wave his hand, careful not to add motion to the rest of his arm, to tell buck to go scratch. buck simply raised a hand in a surrender type motion and exited in the room. dally tsked as he heard buck walk backwards into something, it creating a loud enough sound to where he looked at you, watching you stir. he tapped out his cigarette and threw it on the desk next to him, bringing a hand to the small of your back as he lolled his head to the side, taking deep breaths in an effort to fall asleep, too.
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“geronimo!” yelled TWO-BIT as he jumped onto you, limbs spread out so he could successfully cage you in although careful to put his knees below him so he didn’t bodyslam you entirely.
“no—!” you only had a quick moment to react, tucking your legs in as you braced for impact. you had to admit though, seeing two-bit take the form of a sugar glider above you was hilarious.
his body diving onto yours wasn’t so hilarious, though.
your breath was knocked out of your lungs as you scrambled to escape under your boyfriends body, elbowing him as he doubled over with laughter.
you huffed as you realized he wasn’t budging any soon, dropping your shoulders with nothing else to do. two looked up at you, the corners of his cold blue eyes crinkling as he gave you a cheeky grin. his arms snaked themselves around your waist and squeezed, mumbling nonsense before he pressed his face into your stomach. his voice was muffled in the fabric of your shirt as he muttered quick things, you could’ve sworn you heard a, “beautiful” in there.
“‘s that all you broke my ribs for, mathews? a quick cuddle?” you teased him, your voice quick with your restriction of air support.
there’s a quick pause before two-bit mumbles a quick ‘no’ and turns his face over to the side so you can hear his words.
you twirled the curl that he always greases with your fingers, absentmindedly playing with his hair as he hummed, giving you a small groan when you scratched at his scalp.
two-bit was annoying sometimes, but domestic moments like this always made you forget about it.
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“imagine how the boys would react to seein’ you now, STEVE.” that teasing was also meant seriously, because you did wonder. how would the gang react to finding steve on your lap as his head stayed glued to the crook of your neck? it was almost comical.
“ah, shut up.” he grumbled, yet he took no action to move away from you, his words contained lack of any threats.
you hummed in response, patting his back as you listened to his breathing. he started to doze off again, his head getting heavier by the minute as his body relaxed.
you suddenly jolted up, hoping to scare steve out of his slumber, but he was dead asleep. the only noise that was heard were his soft snores leaving his parted mouth.
you pouted. you wish you would’ve moved before having him sit there, only because you couldn’t see his face though.
you rolled your eyes as you heard steve’s snores getting louder as he entered into a deeper sleep, his weight almost unbearable. so instead of just sitting through that torture, you gently leaned back and laid steve down beside you.
just as you were about to shuffle away to give him his space, you heard an arm slap and shift at the couch’s cushion. you turned around, your eyes trailing up the arm, on the tattoo his shoulder adorned, and finally at his face. his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes closed, eyelashes perfectly on display as he attempted to find you.
so you stayed there, having steve cling onto you while he slept. because really, who could deny steve when he was as serene as he was?
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ some of them were kinda sleeping related? but it still kinda counts guys trust 🙏
HII!! i saw in your bio that your requests are closed but i also see you responding to asks??? so i'm sosososo sorry if i wasn't supposed to ask but i just needed the gang (separate) x super energetic n positive reader (so like pinkie pie irl !) :3 again im sorry if i confused things with your requests!!!
the gang with an energetic!reader ꨄ︎
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this is actually a great question and i thank you for asking it ^-^!! the reqs i’m responding to are just requests that are stacked up in my inbox, so when i have them closed, it just means i’m trying to catch up on asks and that i don’t prefer asks at that time :) i did LOVE writing this though, so thank you for asking about that i appreciate you trying to respect it !! ^_^ 🫶
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“you had fun today?” came DARRY’s voice from the left of you as he sat in the driver’s seat, taking you home. you guys had decided to take johnny, sodapop, and ponyboy to the oklahoma state fair, which would explain the sleepiness that laced his tone. you, though, would practically be vibrating in your seat if it wasn’t for darry’s hand resting on your thigh.
still pumped up from the crazy rides at the fair, your eyes roamed across all the bright lights littering the city as you looked out of the car window.
“so much.” you responded, beaming at your boyfriend next to you before taking a look in the rearview mirror and spotting the boys asleep in the backseat.
“you think they did, too?” you asked darry, lips pouting dramatically at how cute the boys looked, even when soda was practically drooling on pony.
darry gave you a small ‘mhm’, a tiny smile growing on his face when he looked back at them too. “y’sure you’re not tired?”
“i’m so awake right now, dare.” you chuckled a bit, turning back around and resting your head against the car seat’s headrest.
you gave a few quiet ‘ooh’s as you both were still exiting oklahoma city, even if you guys were still a long way from tulsa, looking at all the bright lights and arrows urging future customers to visit the fair.
darry scoffed as he saw the pile of cars across the way, lining up in one big traffic jam. then he turned his head to look at you, he wondered how you could always be so optimistic. he smiled fondly to himself as he watched you, head held in your hands as the exotic lights bounced off your irises, reflecting all sorts of neon pinks and blues in your eyes as you didnt take them off the noisy attractions.
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“be careful now darlin’, you’ll slip!” SODAPOP laughs as you two come down from the intense food fight you just had in the kitchen.
it all started with you accidentally dusting the counters a bit too hard when some flour landed on sodapop’s open plaid shirt. now you two were both covered in various ingredients, you’re sure the yolk would take about an hour to rinse out of your hair properly. the baking you guys were doing was forgotten in the background as the batter had probably already somewhat hardened during sodapop’s sugar assault on your favorite top.
you laughed as he held your waist, the both of you looking down at where your foot was just about to fall on the slippery remainder of egg yolk and milk on the kitchen floor. “that’s your mess!”
“you started it!”
“it was an accident, soda—!” sodapop placed a chaste kiss against your lips, licking his own after he pulled away. he made a small hum sound as his eyes trailed upward when he pretended to try to guess the flavor. “hm, strawberry.”
“gross.” you rolled your eyes, the two of you laughing uncontrollably as soda eventually did slip on the exact same piece of yolk he had warned you from stepping on. that is, until you heard the strong footsteps of his older brother make his way from the front door to the kitchen.
both of your heads shot up as darry cleared his throat, crossing his arms and tilting his head. it was like he had no words for the both of you, until he shook his head once and grumbled angrily.
“y’all better clean that up.”
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“so i was just tellin’ her about it and y’know what this lady does?” you ranted to PONYBOY as he sat across from you at the lunch table, his fingers fiddling with the holes in the metal mesh patterned seat.
he held his chin in his palm as his eyes flickered between you and the table, watching as you rambled about something a counselor had reprimanded you for or something, all he could really focus on was you. the way your eyes lit up when you were passionate about something, the way talked with your hands a lot, or the way you bounced in your seat at just the thought of your favorite song.
pure energy always radiated off of you, not even dallas winston could resist your charm. and ponyboy curtis certainly couldn’t either.
“pony-y!” you dragged out the ‘y’ in his name as you tried to get his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. he blinked and furrowed his brows as he muttered out a quick, “huh?”
“are you even listenin’ to me?”
“‘course i am.”
“what was i talking about then?” you batted your eyelashes as you inquired in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, leaning forward as ponyboy averted your gaze.
his face got hot while he stammered, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish before you waved a hand at him and flashed a big grin.
“my counselor.” came your sing-song tone of voice from in front of him.
“right! just.. tell me more?”
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“JOHNNY, wait up!” you called after him, jogging up and gripping onto the straps of your backpack as it moved with your every step.
you saw him, head hung low as he looked so small compared to the towering figure of dallas winston right next to him. he turned around, that same puppy dog look in his eyes as usual before he looked up at dallas. dally gave johnny a quick wink before nodding his head towards me and saying his goodbyes while he walked off only god knows where—probably to stir up some more trouble.
johnny looked back at you, muttering your name as you finally caught up to him. “hey—! you goin’ home?” you asked, shifting your weight from your hands to your knees as you hunched over and caught your breath. johnny just nodded as he watched you regain composure quickly, already back and energized.
you circled around him with a flurry of questions, questions like how his day was or if he ate today. johnny always wondered why you asked him these questions, whether you cared or not was really his main concern although he’d never dare ask.
once you guys had arrived to johnny’s house though, came a ruckus from inside. the noise traveling outside the house through a sliver of open window as you both saw two figures screaming at each other.
you saw as the corners of johnny’s mouth twitched downwards as he winced at the sound of glass breaking.
then, almost like an miracle came your voice from beside him.
“wanna go to the lot?”
once he had looked at you, it was like an instant mood lifter. you had a boyish grin on your face with your hands shoved in your pockets as your eyes crinkled with how big of a smile you had glued to your face, as usual.
how could johnny deny you?
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“are you always like this?” DALLAS said as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as you danced around and made a mess with the baking supplies.
“like what?” your voice, jubilant as ever, rung out in dally’s ears. he always played it off as if he hated how joyous it was, but if he was being honest, the way the syllables rolled so quickly off your tongue was satisfying to him. he’d never admit it obviously. being dallas winston was a tough job to keep up.
you twirled around, reaching on your tippy toes to grab something off the fridge before spinning back around to pour milk in the mixing bowl, hips swaying to the faint music that you turned down to hear dallas over.
dallas scoffed, shaking his head amusedly while he lit a cigarette, eyes flickering up at you every once in awhile. “nothin’.” he muttered, words muffled around his cigarette.
he looked at you, his eyes were empty enough that anybody else would mistake his expression for annoyance, but you knew better. you knew dallas winston better than anybody. and as you danced so freely around the kitchen, like no one was watching you, dallas admired you. you were yourself, in this moment socs and greasers didn’t matter, nothing did. the only thing that mattered to you was getting these ingredients right, and you couldn’t do that with a little dancing.
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“woah, darlin’! someone had a li’l too much sugar, huh?” TWO-BIT laughed as you bounced around. you were like a candle waiting to be blown out, flowing in place but still moving. you were definitely still moving.
you practically vibrated in place, your feet kicked in your seat as you giggled, talking about your day to two-bit. his grey eyes watched you with intent, his own grin painted on his face. sometimes he didn’t pay attention, other times he asked questions just at the right times. even if it was just pure luck, you appreciated his responses even if they were just ‘huh’s or ‘oh!’s.
“what do you think?” you finally stopped ranting, taking a break to ask two-bit once again what he thought.
he paused, taking a second to sip on his can of beer before looking off to the side in thought. then, as quick as it left, his smile returned as he finally laughed.
“i think you need a nap, babydoll.”
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“so what happened next?” STEVE asked, licking the spoon as he sat across from you in the diner as he watched you take a break from talking to devour a milkshake.
you smacked your lips as you swallowed and immediately put up your hand to express yourself further. “she cussed her out!”
steve raised his eyebrows as he broke off another piece of the diner’s famous cake—which he claimed was never better than darry’s yet he was still destroying it.
what you always appreciated about steve was his blind loyalty to you. even if he didn’t understand, his heart was in the right place. he gasped at anything dramatic, but he just loved gossip in general. him and sodapop were like kids around a campfire as they always circled around you while you explained to them the gossip going on around school.
steve watched as you rambled on and on, twirling your hair at certain parts and jumping up in your seat at important ones. by the time you both finished that conversation, your bill was racked up with how long you had took, and the waitresses were rolling your eyes at every “but, did you hear..”
that didn’t matter to you two, though. you just cared about talking to steve, and steve was too busy admiring you to care about anything else.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my favs r fluttershy n rarity but tell me why i’m literally rainbow dash irl
HIIII IM SORRY IVE BEEN LIKE STALKING UR PAGE BUT UR WRITING IS LIKE MY DINNER I EAT IT UP AND LEAVE NITHING IN THE PLATE 😭😭💗
but, can you write the x gn or fem reader who like, is absolutely addicted to video games.
like she'll sneak her little game boy into school and if its not in her hands, its in her pocket.
TYY AND I LOVE UR PAGE SO MUCH ❤❤❤
✧˖° - the gang with a reader who likes video games ꨄ︎
✧˖*°࿐ featuring ; the outsiders - darrel, ponyboy, sodapop, johnny, dallas, two-bit, steve
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hi :) this is so old, i haven’t written on this blog in a while but i thought id give it a shot for the few 600 who are still following me. just in case u guys still care about the outsiders lol 💗
✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ
intended lowercase, mature language, mentions of smoking, we’re gonna pretend that the first gameboy wasn’t made in the 80s / first handheld console in the 70s for darry’s .. the others are all really pinball and small handheld puzzles, let me know if i missed anything
“how’s ‘bout you put that game down and start heading to bed?” a faint voice calls out to you from the hallway. you glance at DARRY — your view of him transformed with the way you hang upside down on the couch — before your eyes dart back down to the little screen, your thumbs mashing at the small buttons strategically. you huff at his question, partially because you know he won’t give it up.
his brow cocks at your silence, placing the toothbrush in his mouth as he makes his way toward you. his bare footsteps echo through the hall before he turns the corner and just.. stands there; head tilted with a hand on his hip.
“i’ll go right now, dar. i’m just— shit!”
your voice lilts upwards in pitch as he grabs you from the couch, dropping your game in the process. you’re thrown over his shoulder and all you can do is pout as you hear the animated staccato-like beeps of the defeat theme chiming from the small speaker — right paired along with a bright, white “game over” on the screen.
“darry!”
he ignores your keen with a roll of his eyes. “y’know what time it is?”
you lightly smack his side with the back of your hand — not to do anything, but just a little way to articulate how much time it took for you to almost beat your high score. you didn’t realize the fact that it was actually 10pm, nor did you realize the fact that darry had been waiting for you to do your nightly routine together, like you always did.
“do you know how long it took me to get there?” head lolling down in despair, you scrunch your eyes shut once you hear his low chuckle.
“took y’about twelve seconds to get over here. see how fast time flies?” darry says, and you only cross your arms because you know it’s true. he puts you down on the bed as your body plops down on the mattress. you really need to buy him a new bed, you thought — teeth gnashing at the way the springs screech with every subtle movement.
“you’re so mean.”
“for wantin’ you to get a good night’s rest? you’re awful stubborn for shapes on a board,” he half jests, much to your displeasure. he tucks you in, blanket secure under your side so that you can’t easily access your game in the living room — and yes, he’s caught you multiple times trying to sneak over.
in spite of that, he can’t help the way his lips twitch fondly at the sight of you so focused on trying to pass a level; neither can he help the softness in his chest at the sight of soda and pony peering over your shoulder with curious smiles, either.
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the soda shop buzzes with noise—jukebox, laughter, the faint clatter of the pinball in the corner. SODAPOP’s beside you, elbow bumpin’ yours every few seconds.
“you’re gonna break that thing,” he teases.
“then i’ll fix it.”
he smells like sun on denim, hair shampooed and still warm from the morning, with a faint trace of motor oil and a hint of vanilla soap that never quite leaves him.
he shifts, kicks a scuffed shoe against the floor, and the sound reverberates, low and steady, through the wooden boards. the movement is easy, like water over stones, effortless but sure.
the air tastes faintly sweet, sticky even, and you feel it cling to the back of your throat as you watch the ball ricochet. light catches the edges of his grin, the curve of his dimple, the sparkle in his eye. it’s careless and warm, like laughter stretched out over a summer afternoon. the hum of the machine blends with the warmth of him, and it feels like you could stay here forever, letting the light and noise fold over your skin.
he laughs, bright and easy. “reckon you could fix me while you’re at it.”
the scent of cherry cola and hair grease fills the space. you press the button, hit the bumper just right—the lights flare, bells ring. he throws both arms up like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
“look at you!” he grins wide, dimple showing. “ain’t nobody better’n my girl at pinball!”
“you say that every time i win,” you say, smiling.
“yeah,” he says softly, “’cause it’s always true.”
the song on the jukebox shifts, low notes crawling across the room. his laughter, soft and easy, hangs in the air like smoke and sugar. the machine hums in rhythm with the sunlight, the warmth of the afternoon, the quiet, steady pull of him near.
you lose the next round on purpose, just to see him laugh.
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the arcade hums like something half-alive, warm with static and dust. neon light spills down the walls in trembling colors—rose, amber, mint green—making ghosts of everyone who walks by.
it smells like sugar and rust, the sharp bite of electricity under layers of soda syrup, machine oil, the faint sweetness of bubblegum crushed beneath shoes.
PONYBOY leans against the next machine, quiet as the air before rain. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t have to; his silence has a weight to it. the kind that hums low and steady, like a car idling. there’s the scent of something familiar clinging to him—sun-warmed cotton, the faint sweetness of soap, a trace of cigarette smoke from someone else’s hand. when he shifts his weight, the floor creaks softly under the worn soles of his sneakers.
he watches as the pinball table glows faintly beneath your hands, glass cool beneath your wrists, the metal edges smooth and worn. each time you press the flipper buttons the motion vibrates up your arms, quick and electric. the ball ricochets, catching the light like a star. it’s hypnotic, the way it loops and clinks, the way the whole thing sings back to your rhythm—ding, chime, slam, tilt.
“you really like that machine, huh?” he teases, voice low, a bit shy.
“’course i do,” you mutter, not looking away from the flashing lights. “it’s got rhythm. you just gotta… feel it.”
the metal ball shoots up the ramp, and the sound—clang, ding, click—fills the small room. the air smells like oil and soda syrup. he laughs under his breath, soft and boyish.
he stays where he is, arms crossed loosely, a shadow in amber light. you think of the long stretch of road outside, the smell of rain on asphalt, the way twilight hits the edges of his face when he’s thinking too hard about something he’ll never say.
you press another nickel into the slot, feel its weight disappear. the machine comes alive again. the lights flare gold, brighter than before.
“you’re somethin’ else,” pony says. “ain’t ever seen anyone look at a game like that before.”
you grin, shoulders still hunched in focus. “guess i just like winnin’.”
he stands there a while longer, quiet, then drops a nickel beside you. “guess i’ll play next. see if i can beat ya.”
“you won’t,” you whisper, hitting the flipper. the ball rockets upward, lights bursting like stars.
“will too,” pony shoots back. he watches you, eyes warm and curious.
maybe it ain’t just the high score he wants to chase, he thinks.
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the diner hums with the soft ache of evening, that particular stillness that lives between laughter and closing time.
the air smells of fried onions and sugar, of coffee gone cold in heavy ceramic mugs. everything is amber—the walls, the reflections in the window, the halos around the lightbulbs trembling in their dusty glass shells. outside, rain presses against the glass in thin, crooked lines, the kind that never quite break but whisper when they slide down.
the game hums quiet in the corner. JOHNNY watches you from the booth, hands curled around a paper cup. “how come you like that thing so much?” he asks, chocolate eyes glued to the screen.
you shrug. “guess it makes sense. one thing i’m the best at.” your finger points to the side where your initials are engraved as a high scorer without taking your eyes off of the screen. johnny’s impressed by it.
the scent of grease clings to the counters. there’s sugar dried into the cracks of the linoleum. a waitress laughs faintly by the register, a sound that feels far away. the bell above the door rings once, then goes quiet again.
he nods slow. “i get that.”
you hand him a turn. his fingers are careful, almost too gentle; the ball drops fast. he looks up, embarrassed.
“shoot. i’m no good at it.”
“don’t matter,” you whisper. “ain’t about winnin’. it’s just... keepin’ it movin’.”
johnny moves, barely—fingers tapping against his cup, the faint scrape of his boot against tile. the sound folds into the quiet. his reflection flickers beside yours in the machine’s darkened glass—two silhouettes made of shadow and light, blurred by the glow.
the rain grows heavier outside. the windows fog. the lights hum. somewhere a car passes, hissing over wet asphalt, headlights cutting through the mist like small miracles.
you press another coin into the slot, the metal warm from your hand. the machine wakes again with a low, familiar chime. johnny’s eyes lift, just slightly, catching the flicker of color. his expression softens in the glow, and for a heartbeat the light touches his face the way sunlight does when it finds something it wants to keep.
the jukebox hums something sad. he smiles faintly, eyes soft. “you’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”
you nudge his arm, half-smile. “takes one to know one.”
the lights flash blue across both your faces. quiet. safe. for once, the noise don’t hurt.
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the street smells like asphalt warmed by the sun.
in your hands is a small mechanical game. scratched plastic, tiny levers, a silver ball trapped in a maze. it rattles and clinks with every tilt, every flick. miniature chaos spinning beneath your fingers.
DALLAS leans back against the curb. his jacket catches the late afternoon light. sleeves rolled to show the muscle under his arms. his foot taps. fingers brush over the leather as if he can’t stay still.
“you really get worked up over that piece’a metal,” he drawls.
“maybe i do,” you say, nudging the small device. “’least it don’t talk back.”
“yeah? i could change that.”
his scent presses close—warm leather, soap, cigarette smoke. when he shifts, heat brushes yours. your hands tilt the game. the silver ball skitters across rails, catching glints of sun like sparks.
unfortunately, it gleams a little too hard and you lose control of the small bead, getting it stuck back down at the bottom again.
“real smooth,” he mocks.
you shove his shoulder. “don’t see you tryin’.”
“don’t gotta. i win every game i play.”
he’s so smug you could scream—but then he grabs ahold of the game, hands brushing against your own as he starts to tilt the handheld again.
“see?” he says when he makes it.
you roll your eyes. “cheater.”
he laughs, low and rough. “sweetheart, i don’t cheat. i just play dirty.”
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you’re halfway through your fifth round of pinball, and TWO-BIT’s been cheerin’ you on like it’s a circus act.
he leans against the wall, jacket loose, boots scuffing the linoleum. he smells like sun, leather, faint tobacco. he watches you tilt and press, eyes glinting with amusement. the light catches the corner of his grin, long shadows stretching across the floor.
the ball races, slams, clatters. tiny bells ring. the metallic song echoes, blending with the distant hum of the jukebox, the murmur of kids passing nickels back and forth. dust swirls in lazy spirals, sunlight catching in every mote.
“look at her go! shoot, i ain’t seen reflexes like that since i dodged my ma’s slipper!”
you laugh so hard you miss the ball.
“dang it, two-bit!”
“hey, don’t blame me for your tragic downfall.”
the air tastes of soda, grease, and faint metal. the lights pulse. the machine hums. dust, sunlight, silver sparks, the hum of electricity, the pull of his presence—it all folds together.
he slides beside you, pops a coin in, and slams both buttons with wild enthusiasm. “see, ya gotta finesse it, dollface. real skill.”
the ball shoots straight into the gutter. he gapes.
you double over laughing. “real skill, huh?”
“machine’s rigged!” he declares.
his laughter fills the air, big and contagious. the room smells of popcorn and cigarette smoke, and he looks so proud even in defeat you can’t help but grin.
“guess i’ll let ya win next time,” he says.
“guess you’ll have to,” you tease.
“oh, darlin’, i’m always up for another round.”
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the garage smells like hot oil and metal. sunlight slices through dusty windows, landing on scattered wrenches and grease-streaked workbenches. the place humming with old engines and summer air, you’re perched on a stool, fiddlin’ with a half-busted handheld maze game—one of those plastic kinds with the tiny silver ball. STEVE leans against the car hood, cigarette between his lips.
he leans against the workbench, sleeves rolled, forearms smeared with grease. he smells like motor oil, sun-warmed denim, faint cigarette smoke. his gaze follows your hands, intent, sharp, a little impatient—but caught.
“you talk to that thing more’n you talk to me,” he says with a grin.
“’cause it listens,” you shoot back.
he chuckles, smoke curling out his nose. “yeah, sure it does. bet it don’t mouth off neither.”
you shake the toy gently, metal ball rolling through the little maze, clinking faintly. the grease smell mixes with smoke and gasoline; his hands are black with oil, shirt clingin’ to his arms.
the car teeters, hits a jump, and lands just right. a small bell chimes. your chest lifts in a soft laugh. he leans closer, letting the energy of the game ripple through him. leather creaks. sparks from the metal track flash in the sunlight.
“you ever think it’s kinda like fixin’ cars?” you ask.
he snorts. “how you figure?”
“both got parts. both gotta move just right or it don’t work. patience, y’know?”
steve looks at you, grin fading just a little. “huh. didn’t think of it like that.”
you pass him the game. “your turn, grease monkey.”
he squints at it, tongue pokin’ from the corner of his mouth as he tries not to lose the ball. when he drops it straight into a dead end, you laugh again, all bright and unguarded.
“guess i’ll stick to cars,” he mutters, but his smile doesn’t fade.
im assuming you meant romantic? but if you didn’t, feel free to drop another request in my inbox if you meant platonic or general hcs :)
✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ
nothing much, just pony being a lovesick dork
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❥ i need to get this off my chest because i KNOW its true
❥ but ponyboy would totally use the first letter of your name for a variable in algebra
❥ you can’t prove me wrong
❥ but anyways
❥ another thing about pony, he loves to read
❥ i fixate on this one hc sm in a lot of my fics, BECAUSE ITS JUST SO CUTE???
❥ whenever you guys wanna go out, darry usually has two-bit come with you guys
❥ but he isnt really a good supervisor considering his drinking habits 😭
❥ pony’s the type of guy who’ll write you poems or cheesy love letters but then scrap them and put them in a box that he’ll never give to you
❥ pony gets moody outta nowhere for like no reason
❥ like one second he’ll be okay and then next he’ll be bitchy
❥ he just gets in a weird mood sometimes i guess?
❥ not the biggest fan of pda considering he wants to look tuff, and isnt the most physically affectionate person either?
❥ i dont mean that as in a “i hate cuddling” way, i mean it in like a..
❥ “too-awkward-to-say-anything-and-is-as-stiff-as-a-board” way
❥ i think reading to you while you lay on him is the best option, so that he has something to take his mind off the fact that your body is on / near him
❥ just your face alone will make this man blush lmao
❥ if it’s after the events of the outsiders, ponyboy will never let go of you
❥ yeah, he’d walk you home before
❥ but after everything happened, he’s constantly on lookout
❥ do NOT feed this man bologna 😭‼️
❥ but anyways back to the cute hc’s
❥ steve, soda, n twobit def make fun of you guys whenever you two are just lounging on the couch
❥ sometimes darry’ll even make a teasing remark about it
❥ if you can’t get along w johnny, you cant be w ponyboy
❥ a lot of dates would probably include johnny actually 😭 (and twobit)
❥ you’d just be at the drive-in, so close to ponyboy your thighs would be touching and he’d lean over and ask
“whaddya think so far?”
“‘s alright.”
❥ and then he’d turn over to the other side and ask johnny the same thing
❥ overall, pony’s a sweetheart
❥ has no idea what he’s doing, but a sweetheart
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tell me why my sister told me im legit a fem version of ponyboy curtis when i had read the book 😭
hi! i love the aesthetic of your blog sm and it made me think, imagine dallas winston. some big tough greaser, cuddling with his girlfriend in her pink coquette room, in her floral sheets and pink satin nightgown. him just sticking out like a sore thumb. tysm!
sweet on your lips ꨄ︎
dallas winston x coquette!fem!reader
✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸 ᰔᩚ
EEEEEE thank youuuu !! i absolutely LOVE this request!! so cute ^-^ !!
✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ
none except a mention of kissing maybe??
✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ
309 words, ~2000 characters
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“wow,” dallas uttered, “very uh..” he rubbed the back of his neck as he took in his surroundings before him.
“pink?” you finished his sentence. of course you knew it was pink. there was a plethora of shades. your vanity was filled with all sorts of pearly accessories and helena rubinstein perfumes, accompanied with an assortment of fancy makeup. anybody could mistake you for a soc with all the fancy clothes and expensive jewelry.
“..yeah.” dally continued, taking a few further steps throughout your room. you covered your mouth, concealing a small giggle as you look at the contrast between your pink room and dallas, his leather jacket and jeans clashing against your white bedsheets ridden with small tiny flowers.
dallas had never seen the inside of your room before. sure, he had seen you show up to dates with a light colored pleated skirt and mary janes, maybe your hair done a little nicer. he had never seen a greaser girl dress quite like you. and he’s not quite sure what he expected, but he was somewhat surprised to see your room as decorated as it looks.
“what’re you laughin’ at?” he asks, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth and turning his head to look at you. “nothin’, dally.” you say in amusement before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and plopping on your bed, your nightgown wrinkling a bit with its satin material.
dallas rolled his eyes at the sappy action, though right after, he kicked his shoes off and crawled onto the bed with you. he was just always full of surprises, wasn’t he?
“listen, if you tell anybody ‘bout this—“ he started, waving a finger up and down.
“shh, just come here, baby.” you said, tugging at his jacket once again so he could meet your lips a much needed kiss.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this is literally such a cute request !! tysm anon :))
