summary: for the first time ever, dallas winston cares about a girl. so much so that he asks the adultest adult he knows for advice, even if it will get him teased a little.
wc: 1.9k+
cw: hurt/comfort, happy ending, i may have fluffified dally a little
The slam of the Curtis’s front door is so loud that everybody straightens up, immediately expecting a yell from Darry for treating the house so poorly. Everyone is surprised when that doesn’t happen. More so, everyone is surprised when they turn to find Dallas looking morbidly stressed, his face void of any of its natural colour.
“What do I do when my girl is angry and I need to make her… not angry?”
The boys all cackle loudly at Dallas’s dilemma, and Ponyboy, who would usually refrain from making any comments at Dally’s expense, feels brave enough to question “You mean you haven’t dumped her for being mad at you?”
“Wow, you must like this girl.” Teases Steve, grinning widely. Dallas doesn’t find any of this funny, his face unchanging from its current state of stress. He’s not going to acknowledge Steve’s jab, because yes, he does like you, and indeed, you are the only girl he hasn’t dumped for disagreeing with him. However, Dallas does have to admit, he doesn’t understand why are you’re mad at him. Not at all.
“Where’s Darry?” He asks, huffing when three hands immediately point down the hall in the direction of the three rooms. From his spot in the living room, Dally can see that the bathroom door is cracked open, which only means one thing: Darry is in his bedroom. He hesitates; there’s no way he can just stroll up and knock on Darry’s door to ask advice about a girl. One he’s only been with for a couple of months at that (which is longer than he can say for his past relationships).
“What’s wrong, Dally boy?” Starts Two-Bit, more engaged in the conversation than his television show for once. “Too scared to knock on big ol’ Darrel’s door?” Dallas huffs, walking past the boys in the room and in the direction of Darry’s room. He pauses in the hallway when the older boy’s door cracks open on its own and Darry comes out, a white towel slung over his shoulder. When his eyes lift up from the floor and land on Dally, they go wide in surprise, not expecting him there at all, let alone looking so vulnerable.
“Darry, Dally wants girl advice from you!” Calls Sodapop from the living room, and Dally feels too called out to retort anything back to him, the tips of his ears going bright red. The corner of Darry’s lip quirks up, but he shakes his head to wipe the smile off his face, nodding towards the dining table, where he walks past Dally to take a seat. Dally hesitantly takes a seat, throwing a glare to the five boys in the living room before sitting down in front of Darry.
When Dally doesn’t begin the conversation, Darry raises his eyebrows up, causing the man in front of him — very much resembling a boy in his sheepishness at the moment — to mumble “She’s mad at me.”
“I figured. What did you do?” Muffled chuckles behind Dally have him crossing his arms over his chest. He deliberates asking Darry to tell them to leave, but no, he needs to keep his reputation. “I don’t know what I did wrong!” Dally exclaims, but all Darry does is cross is arms over his chest and lean back into his chair. Dallas sighs. “Her words were: I’m not gonna sit around waiting for you when you’re just a man. I have other things I could be doing.”
“Were you late again, Dally?” Johnny asks from where he’s sat in the living room, and Dally furrows his eyebrows, twisting around in his chair to look at the younger boy. He finds everyone looking back at him expectantly. “What do you mean ‘late again’?”
“As in, were you late to a date just like you’re late to everything else in life?” Clarifies Steve.
“I’m not late to everything!” Complains Dally defensively, squaring his shoulders when everyone’s faces morph into deadpanned expressions. He turns around to Darry, expecting the man to defend him to the other boys. What he’s met with is the same unimpressed expression.
“Dallas, you’re always late.” He says, not offensively, but truthfully.
“Man, it sounds like she’s doing you a favour by not breaking up with you. If a lady says she has lots of other things she could be doing, she’s talking about men.” Dally hears shuffling before Two-Bit pulls out a chair and sits next to him at the table.
“Two-Bit is right, Dallas. She’s giving you a chance to treat her the way she deserves before she leaves you for someone else who will treat her better than you. The reason she hasn’t left you yet is because she likes you.”
Dallas furrows his brows, his arms loosening over his chest. “All that over being late a couple of times?”
Darry sighs, placing his towel on the back of the chair beside him. “Dally, every time you’re late, you show her that you care less and less. You don’t value her time, so you don’t value her. Do you care about her Dally?”
Darry’s question surprises Dally, who swallows thickly, intimidated by the clearly watchful eyes around him. But after a long moment, he nods, voice quiet as he admits “Yeah, I care about her a lot.” Darry nods, appreciative of the boy’s honesty. He replies in a soft voice. “Okay, good. Now you have to show her you care. And that starts by showing up on time. But you can’t just do the minimum for a girl if you want her to know you like her. You’ve got to go out of your way to do things for her.”
“Like flowers.” Dally sighs in annoyance. A slap on the back of his head has him pushing his chair back to fight whoever it was, but a stern call of Dally’s name from the one person he fears has him slumping back in his chair. He soon discovers the hit had come from Sodapop, who takes a seat at the head of the table and tells Dally “Man, you don’t know the things I’d do if I still had Sandy. Flowers are nothing.”
Flowers are nothing.
Dallas replays that sentence in his mind over and over for the rest of the day, even when he lays on his bed back at Buck’s, asking himself about the things you love. How would he show you that he cares?
He’s never asked a girl to be his girlfriend before. He’d go on a couple of dates then go unresponsive, or acknowledge them just enough that he could have company on boring nights. But he’d taken you out more times in a single week than he’d had a total number of dates with any other girl in the entirety of their relationship. Dallas doesn't just want your company, he craves it. He likes taking you home from dates and kissing you softly, and likes having an arm around you no matter where you are. He used to hate when girls draped themselves over him on their dates, but with you? He needs everyone to know that you’re his.
So he buys the flowers, he buys some chocolate, and he buys something infinitely lasting. Something meaningful. Well, it’s not meaningful to him, but he knows from the stack on your bed that you’ll keep the teddy bear forever. And of course, he climbs the pipe to your bedroom window instead of having to face either of your parents at the front door. It’s a little bit of a struggle with all the things he’s carrying, but he manages.
Dally becomes sad while he looks through the window. You’re sat on the floor, cassette player next to you as you massage a thin cream onto your smooth face. He can’t believe you’ve ever been sat somewhere waiting for him, thinking he didn’t care about you. How did you manage to look at him afterwards?
Finally, Dally brings a hand up to knock on your window. Your head snaps towards the window, and Dally sees you squint at the glass before your expression turns to one of realisation. Dally smiles to himself when you push yourself off the floor, rushing to open the window. He sees the conflict across your features when you come face to face with him, and gulps thickly when you take a step back for him to enter your room. He drops his little gifts onto the floor before hoisting himself into your room. A little huff leaves him when he drops onto the floor, turning around to shut the window behind him. He scrambles to pick up the bouquet and teddy bear, leaving the chocolates on the floor so he can turn to you with a feeling he can only describe as vulnerable.
“Um, I do care.” Dally says, clearing his throat. You put your hands on your hips, a small frown making its way onto your features, but you let Dally continue. “And I didn’t realise that being late meant that I was showing you I don’t care. But I understand that now. I get that I need to make more of an- an effort with you so you don’t leave me for some other man.” Dallas blinks quickly, moving his gaze to the floor. He feels like throwing up. He is going to throw up. He inhales shakily, feeling a lump form in his throat. God, he is about to spread the most vile story about you if you turn him away now.
Except you don’t.
“Look at me Dally.” Dally refuses to glance up at you. You bring a hand up below his chin, pushing his face up so he can meet your gaze. You're not frowning anymore, but you still don't seem exactly happy. You hate that he looks adorable like this. Yes, you’re still mad at him, and no, you don’t understand how he didn’t see your point from the beginning, but ultimately, he has never stripped himself from his tough exterior in front of you, and it is just so charming.
“Hey. I can forgive you this time.” You tease, only half joking. He knows. Dally nods, hesitantly beginning to wrap his arms around you. You step forward into his chest, leaning into his body so he can hug you, and you bring your arms up to hold him in your arms too. “Can I… Can I get a kiss?” Dally mumbles against your hair, and you pull back slightly to look at him. You tilt your face up, a hand snaking up his chest to rest on the side of his neck.
Dally smiles softly at you before leaning in, his lips melding with yours. You can feel the way his entire body relaxes against yours, and it makes you breathe out in amusement. You pull away from the kiss, and Dally’s body jerks forward to follow you, but you put both hands on his shoulders to stop him. He looks betrayed for a moment, but you take the bouquet and cute bear from his hands, gently placing them on your bed before throwing yourself onto him. He stumbles back a step as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, lip slamming onto his, and he can’t help but smile into the kiss, his arms tightening around you to hold you close to him as he kisses you with all the passion he can muster.
When you pull away, it’s because you’re out of breath. Dally is panting too, but it seems he would have kept going if you hadn’t broken the kiss. He puffs his chest up, suddenly arrogant again, and you roll your eyes, pushing away from him to sit on your bed. You pick up the teddy bear, smiling down at it, and turn it around to face Dally.
“So what do you want to name him?”
Dally feels honoured to have even been given that opportunity.
summary: you and darry have been together for as long as soda and pony remember that to them—and the gang—you’ve been married the entire time. in fact, they all see you and darry as the parents.
pairing: darrel “darry” curtis x fem!reader
includes: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, dally is a menace, two-bit is obsessed with mickey mouse (obvi), the usual in an outsiders fanfic
a/n: i love darry curtis, he’s my favorite 🫠
You woke up to the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, tired eyes squinting at the sudden brightness evading your vision. The bedroom was completely still—except for the slow spins of the fan above—and yet you knew the second you stepped out, chaos would fill the house.
Darry stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist and head tucking into your neck. “You awake?”
You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly at his morning voice. “Mhm, though it seems like you’re barely awake.”
He simply hummed in response and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing tired kisses to your neck and jaw. You scratch his scalp and let the calm from the morning wash over the both of you before you had to get up and run the household like you were running a tight ship.
“You ready to get up yet?” You ask softly, pausing your movements when you don’t get a response. “Darry?”
“Yeah,” He groaned and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m up.”
You giggle and wipe away the tiredness from his eyes, earning a quick kiss to the lips before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched properly. You follow suit and sit beside him, tilting your head to meet his blue-green eyes.
“You tired already, old man?”
Darry playfully glared at you, “You’re the one who wanted to stay up all night.”
“And you agreed.” You point out and move to stand, laughing when he pulled you to stand in between his legs, his chin resting on your abdomen. You rest a manicured hand on his jaw, thumb gently rubbing his incoming stubble. “We’re only twenty, Dar. We’re still young.”
“I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss on your palm. “You remind me every day.”
You smile softly and watch him as he stands, resting a warm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead before pulling out his work clothes for the day, making you spring right into action.
The routine you and Darry had started ever since you practically moved in with the Curtises. While he got ready for work in the morning, you made it your job to get the boys up and ready for their own day—occasionally the rest of the gang when they stayed over. Last night, Johnny stayed over.
You knocked on the boys’ bedroom door before opening it quietly, your heart tugging at the sight of Ponyboy wrapped in Sodapop’s arms. You sat on the end of their bed and gently shake Sodapop awake first, watching his face contort in discomfort.
“You gotta get up now, Pepsi-Cola. I don’t want you late for work again.” You say quietly as he finally sits up, exhaustion covering his face. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands and slowly making his way to the bathroom to shower, work clothes in hand.
You sigh and look back at Ponyboy who was still under the covers. “Hey, Pony. It’s time to get up for school.”
“Five more minutes, mom.” He groaned and tugged the blanket over his head, not realizing what he had said.
For a second, you sat frozen at his words. There were several instances where the boys would call you mom, but they were all fairly conscious and said it as a joke. But as Ponyboy subconsciously called you his mom, your heart only ached at the thought. And you could never replace Mrs. Curtis—everyone knew that.
“Ponyboy, you need to get up.” You pulled the covers away from him, looking down at his tired figure with soft eyes. “Please? You can’t miss another day of school or Darry’s gonna have to come down to the principal’s again.”
After contemplating—although you knew Ponyboy just wanted to lay in bed longer—he begrudgingly got up and shooed you out of the bedroom, muttering a quick acknowledgment in your direction.
You sighed before entering the living room, a sad smile tugging at your lips when you spotted Johnny curled up on the couch. His limbs were hanging off the edge and the blanket barely covered his body, but you knew he would rather sleep here than at the lot or worse, his own home.
“Hey, Johnnycakes.” You kneel beside him and put a hand on his arm, careful to not scare him from the sudden action. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” He mumbled and gave you a sheepish smile before sitting up, straightening his jacket to have something to fiddle with. “Sorry for intrudin’.”
You stand and fold the blanket, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re always welcome, Johnny. Hell, I’d have you move in with us if it weren’t for your folks.”
Johnny burned red and nodded, mumbling an excuse about needing to use the restroom. You opened your mouth to tell him Sodapop was occupying the space, but the sudden stomps of boots that came running inside the house interrupted you, the screen door rattling behind them.
“Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle!” You call from the living room as they ran into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake from the icebox, ignoring Darry’s disappointed look. “What did I say about slamming the door?”
“Sorry, ma!” They hollered in unison, sitting their asses right in front of the television that was tuned into Mickey Mouse for Two-Bit’s sanity.
You rolled your eyes and entered the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as Darry prepared breakfast for the household. You watched him with a smile, eyeing him up and down before meeting his gaze, his eyebrow raised in your direction.
“What? You can’t blame a woman for staring at her boyfriend who looks effortlessly handsome cooking.” You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. “Besides, you chose not to wear a shirt in the morning, Superman.”
“Maybe because I’m comfortable like this.” Darry swapped the finished eggs for bacon, pulling out the grape jelly for Sodapop and hard boiled eggs for Ponyboy. “Or maybe because your reactions are totally worth it.”
“Aw, you love me.” You put a hand on your heart dramatically and smile wider when he pulled you close by the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Hey—“
“I do love you, don’t question it.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your lips, smirking when you gasped at the sudden action.
Darry knew you knew that he hated public displays of affection. So when he initiated it in his own house filled with the boys who you both knew would make fun of the display, you were thoroughly shocked.
“Darrel, man, do you have an ice pack—? Jesus Christ, keep that in the bedroom.” Dally scrubbed his face at the sight of the two you of you and turned away, boots heavy against the floor as he headed back into the living room where he last was.
You pulled away from the kiss, giggling at Darry’s suddenly bright red face. “You know, for a manly guy, you get red real fast, Curtis.”
“Shut up.” He snapped your waistband against your hip and spun you around, nudging you out of the kitchen playfully. “I love you.”
“Love you more.” You huff in amusement and tilt your head back at him, blowing a kiss before changing your gaze toward the boys sitting in the living room, each boy doing their own thing.
Sodapop was lazily laying on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist, Ponyboy was most likely telling Johnny about his latest book read, Dallas was smoking a cigarette and blowing it in Steve’s face, and Two-Bit—well—he still sat directly in front of the television with the plate of cake in front of him, using his hands to dig into the sweet without care.
You sighed at the sight and grabbed your purse, taking money from your wallet and handing five dollar bills to Johnny and Ponyboy.
“For lunch. If you don’t eat, I will find you and make you eat extra for dinner, yes?” You put your hands on your hips and tap your finger, watching them with a careful eye as they nodded vigorously and tucked the money into their pockets.
Sodapop lolled his head to the side and met your eyes, making you raise your brows at his appearance. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?”
“Thought I could wait until after breakfast.” He mused, running his fingers through his wet hair before shaking his head like a wet dog, earning an annoyed groan from Dallas. “That alright, mom?”
You exhale slowly and rub your temples, choosing to ignore what he called you. “As long as you’re ready before it’s time for you to leave, it’s alright.” You opened your eyes again and stared at the boys as they returned to do their own thing, wishing they would cooperate a little better than they did.
Just as you caught Dallas stubbing his cigarette into the wooden side table instead of the ashtray you specifically bought for him, Darry walked into the living room and put a hand on your back, stabilizing your overworked mind without knowing it. You looked up to your right and gave him a soft smile, earning one back before he spoke to the boys.
“Breakfast is ready.” Darry announced and watched his brothers and the rest of the gang stumble over their own feet to get a piece of real food before anyone else ate it—almost like a stampede of animals in Africa.
“You better be washing your hands first!” You call out to them when you heard plates clash into each other, pursing your lips to hide a grin when their groans and complaints rang through the house.
You waited until you heard rushing water to look up at Darry properly, his hand still warm against your back.
He tilted his head down and smiled, “You ought to be their real mother with the way you scold them.”
“Six boys under one roof? Hmph, sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat under your fingertips. “Besides, if I’m gonna be a mother, I’d rather it not be with those group of boys—“
“Steve, that’s not your egg!”
“Well, Dally took my egg!”
“Can y’all shut up?”
“No!”
You and Darry look back at one another, your laughter and his chuckles ringing through the air. You both knew you would rather take care of these boys rather than send them back to their terrible homes—it was part of the Curtis’ open door policy. Besides, you cared for each boy in their own way, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop as your main priority.
“You think they’ll let us have our own breakfast?” Darry moved his hand to your hip and slowly moved toward the kitchen, the arguing from the boys getting louder with each step.
You peer into the crowded kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of the once clean space. “I think they probably ate all the food already… Maybe.”
“Hey, it’s mom and dad!” Two-Bit pointed the two of you out, the food that was stuffed in his mouth flying out with every word.
The rest of the gang cheered in laughter—each boy expressing their own opinion on your relationship.
Dallas was beyond disgusted by the two of you, but still agreed that you were both like the parents of the gang; Two-Bit loved calling the two of you ‘mom and dad,’ finding joy in the simple things; Steve didn’t care too much, only adding to the joke whenever he felt like it; Johnny thought the two of you were a better set of parents then his were; and Ponyboy and Sodapop?
They loved your relationship the second the two of you made it official all those years ago, not minding too much that you and Darry were essentially their second set of parents. They wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world, even if you were both sometimes a little hard on them.
“Yeah yeah, mom and dad are here.” Darry pushed through the boys and stole his plate from the counter, emerging victorious with a cup of orange juice for you.
“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek before returning your eyes to the scene in front of you, resting your head on his shoulder. “We sure know how to make a house full, don’t we?”
“Well, according to them, we are mom and dad.” He splits half his breakfast sandwich with you. “I think it’s part of the job.”
You look over at Johnny, who seems to be eating more than he usually does whenever he’s over which makes your heart feel a little better at the sight. “I think I like this job, even if it wasn’t ours to begin with.”
Casual dominance with Dallas Winston - nsfw content
౨ৎ Dallas is rough. Everyone knows it. Though he dials it down for you of course and has it manifest in other ways. Hands pressing on your lower back, guiding you with a little more force then necessary, especially when he’s trying to get somewhere fast or out of the shady areas of Tulsa. It’s a protective instinct really, he just wants you safe and cared for.
౨ৎ Always asking if you’ve eaten, last thing he needs is you passing out on him as he so nicely puts it. If you haven’t, he scolds you lightly before taking you to get some of your favourite foods.
౨ৎ At any of Buck’s events or other parties/hangouts the gang get involved in he’s following you everywhere like a shadow. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his presence looming in every conversation you have with anyone no matter how innocent it is. He’s not obsessive, just anxious to let his sweet girl out of his sight, he knows of dangers you don’t even realise exist.
౨ৎ Loveees when you cling to his bicep when out, no further elaboration needed.
౨ৎ Lifts you up if you guys are hopping fences somewhere, he refuses to let you do the dirty work or risk getting hurt.
౨ৎ More gentle scolding.
“Slow down, my feet hurt, Dal.”
“Told you not to wear those damn shoes didn’t I?”
౨ৎ One pouty look is enough for him to bend down and pat his back, gesturing for you to get on so he can carry you.
౨ৎ Of course he’s like this in the bedroom too, manhandling you into different positions, though not into any that cause you discomfort, he’s spent long enough learning you to know exactly what you like.
౨ৎ Grunting out dirty words that have you keening beneath him.
“Gonna take everything I give ya, hm?”
“Use your words doll, go on.”
“That’s it, look at ya so fuckin’ needy, such a good girl.”
౨ৎ Barely lets you do any of the work, just ruts into you at that perfect pace and angle that makes you cry for him.
౨ৎ Marking you up everywhere telling you what a pretty baby you are, how he just wants everyone to know exactly who you belong to and have them know that it’s only him who gets to see you all ruined like this in the sheets.
౨ৎ Guided masturbation. You sat between his legs as he tells you exactly how to rub your soaked pussy, his own hand clamped around your shaky wrist.
౨ৎ Dallas can instinctively tell if you need it rough or sweet. On your more frustrated and irritable days he’s fucking you into the mattress until you’re trembling beneath him. But if you had an intense day or are feeling a bit down, he’s got you pressed up against his chest with your legs wrapped loosely around is hips, thrusts languid and slow as he presses delicate kisses into your shoulder.
౨ৎ Loves when you ask him if you can cum yet, though he rarely says no, how can he resist those soft, glistening eyes and plump lips?
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I was wondering if you could do a story where reader is Darrys gf (and they've been dating for a bit) and one night, it's really busy at the Curtis house and everyone's over (pure, lovable chaos), Darry's making dinner and reader is helping Ponyboy with his homework. In the middle of all this chaos, Pony accidentally calls reader "mom" while she's helping him, like: "thanks, mom" just super instinctively, and everyone hears it and fill in the blanks from there...??🙂
Sorry, this is super long, lol😅
────۶ৎ "thanks, mom"
a chaotic evening ends up in a heartwarming revelation<33
warnings : swearing ig
ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTEEE thanks for requesting anon and don't worry at all! the lenghty and in detail the request, the better!
It was a night.
Not just any night—a Curtis House Night, the kind where every light’s on, the record player’s fighting the TV for dominance, the couch is half a dogpile, and you could swear the walls are held up with duct tape.
You and Darry had been together for a while now. Long enough for his toothbrush to live at your place and for your perfume to linger in his truck. You had been going steady for a few months already. But tonight? Tonight was anything but steady.
The door had been swinging open since six.
First it was Sodapop with Two-Bit right behind, laughing over something stupid. Then Steve rolled in, hungry as a bear. Dallas showed up like he owned the place, and Johnny had slipped in quieter than the rest, sticking to Dally's side like a shadow.
And Ponyboy? Poor thing was sitting at the kitchen table, hair a mess, pencil tapping against his temple like the numbers on his worksheet had personally offended him.
You leaned over him with a gentle smile, your arms braced on the table, your perfume mixing with the scent of Darry’s cooking.
“Okay, Pony, remember what I told you, start by finding the lowest common denominator.”
He sighed, brows furrowed. “Ugh. This is hopeless.”
You chuckled and ruffled his hair. “It’s fractions, not the end of the world.”
Behind you, Darry was manning the stove, sleeves rolled up, brow glistening. You could hear him humming under his breath, spatula in hand, the smell of frying onions and ground beef filling the air. He kept glancing over at you and Pony, like the sight of you two made the ache in his chest soften just a little.
The rest of the gang was scattered. Soda was trying to teach Steve how to moonwalk in socks. Dallas was making a pyramid out of beer caps. Two-Bit was definitely stealing raw cookie dough from the fridge. Johnny was sketching something on a napkin with his thumb smudged in pencil lead.
You leaned a little closer to Pony’s paper, voice warm and soft.
“Here, like this—see? Multiply both sides by four and it cancels out.”
Pony looked up at you with wide, understanding eyes, his face lighting up like a match.
“Ohh. Thanks, Mom.”
Silence.
It hit the room like a dropped record needle. A full beat of stunned, dead air.
And then—
“MOM?!” Two-Bit shrieked, bursting into howls of laughter, nearly wiping out on the floor.
Dallas choked on his soda, Steve dropped his moonwalk mid-slide, and Soda straight-up fell off the arm of the couch from surprise.
Johnny was smiling shyly, chuckling behind his hand like he’d been thinking the same thing.
Darry turned slowly from the stove, spatula frozen in hand, eyes wide. “Wait—did he just…?”
Ponyboy turned bright red, face buried in his hands. “Oh my god, no-I didn’t mean to! It just-it slipped!”
You blinked, then slowly smiled, warmth rising to your cheeks. “Well… I am helping with homework.”
“Mom,” Steve repeated, shaking his head, “Pony just put a ring on your finger and didn't even ask Darry.”
Two-Bit was halfway into a laughing fit, pointing dramatically. “Y’all hear that?! She’s got Pony doing his math and saying thank you, and she got Darry cookin' dinner like it’s 1956. That ain’t a girlfriend, that’s a matriarch.”
Soda was fanning himself. “Next thing you know, she’s packin’ lunches and tucking us in at night.”
“Please do,” Johnny muttered with a grin. “Your lunches would probably taste better than Darry’s leftovers.”
Darry finally broke into a laugh, setting the spatula down and wiping his hands on a towel. He walked over to you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kissed your temple in front of everybody.
“She’s already the mom of this circus,” he said, smirking. “Might as well make it official.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Oh please.”
But Pony was still hiding his face. “I’m so embarrassed,” he groaned into his elbow.
You leaned over, pulled his arm down gently, and kissed the top of his head. “Don’t be, sweetheart. It was the nicest thing you could’ve said.”
His cheeks were still pink, but he smiled—and he didn’t pull away when you gave his hair one last fond tousle.
From that moment on, it was over.
Every time you passed someone a soda: “Thanks, Mom.”
When you bandaged up Johnny’s skinned elbow: “Thanks, Ma.”
If you opened the fridge: “What’s for dinner, Mom?”
Darry just stood in the middle of it all, grinning like the luckiest fool on earth, arms crossed as he watched you handle his house like you’d always belonged there.
"Dally-" You let out a whine when he pushes his tip inside you — your back arching as Dally strokes your sides, tettering on the edge of pain and pleasure.
"Shh, babydoll," He leans down and whispers into your ear, his voice soft and soothing — unlike the tough wal he’d built around himself ever since he’s been in New York. You moan when he pushes another inch in. "Gonna feel so good after a while, okay?" He promises, stroking your hair, hissing when your fingernails dig deep into his toned back, leaving cresent-shaped marks. He pushes in, inch by inch, until he’s bottomed out inside you with a groan. It’s too full, too much, and tears fall free from the corner of your eyes from the fullness of Dally’s cock inside of you.
"’S so big-" You manage to say, choking on a moan when he does a slow, tentative thrust. "Dal!" He laughs when your eyes roll back, before grabbing your hips and slowly thrusting in and out of your warm heat.
A/N ; help I’m losing so much motivation. Anyways. First outsiders post I love Dally!
summary: ponyboy’s having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you are dating dallas winston. (part 2 of dally’s girl? but can be read as a standalone)
content: dally x soc!reader, fem!reader, platonic!ponyboy, platonic!johnny, post canon lite, mostly fluff with a cheeky makeout
word count: 1200 words
warning: profanity, mentions of sex, suggestive
“Pony, you got 5 out of 20 terms correct. I know you don’t love Shakespeare, but this just isn’t like you. Are you okay?” You asked, brows furrowed in concern, eyes worried.
You were so soft. Caring. Like the big sister he never knew he wanted. And you were dating Dallas Winston. Of course, he was finding it hard to focus.
Ponyboy shook his head, not wanting to upset you, “Yeah, yeah, of course, I guess my mind is just somewhere else, sorry.”
It took one look to know that you did not remotely believe him.
You gently placed your perfectly manicured hand on his. “Ponyboy, you know you can talk to me.”
He shook his head again, careful to avoid your eyes.
“Is this about,” you leaned in close to whisper, “Dally?”
Ponyboy stiffened. Of course, it was about Dally. How the hell did he manage to get a girl like you? You were pretty, intelligent, kind, and above all… YOU WERE A SOC! The very thing Dally hated most in this world. Sure, he’d softened a little since the events of last year. Since Bob’s death, the rivalry between greasers and socs had definitely lessened, but things certainly weren’t hunky-dory.
What was even odder was how much Dally seemed to listen to you, respect you. Seriously, what was going on here?? For God’s sake, he was lying on the Curtis couch right now, just waiting for you to be done studying.
Dally hadn’t started there, of course. First, he sat at the table and invited you to sit on his lap while you studied. When you didn’t accept, he then stretched his arm over your shoulders and made snarky, unhelpful commentary about the material you were studying, which is precisely what led him to his current position. Stretched on the couch, mindlessly flipping a lighter and tuning in and out of whatever Johnny was watching.
“Ponyboy?” Your voice pulled him back to your question. A question he really didn’t want to answer.
Looking up at you shyly through his lashes, Ponyboy nodded in confirmation.
“Do you want to talk about it? You can ask me whatever you want,” you were too nice. Way too nice.
“I just need a second to wrap my head around it. Just a lot, ya know? I’m real sorry,”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” You closed your book decisively, “How bout we call it a day? Add an extra hour to tomorrow's study session to make up for it? Does that sound good?”
“Sounds good to me!” Dallas called out, leaning against the doorframe.
“I don’t remember asking you, Dally.” You weren’t being mean, just a matter of fact (and a bit teasing if the smile on your face was any indication).
“It, uh, sounds good to me, too. I think I’m studied out,” Pony interjects.
“Fair enough.” You placed your books in your bag, standing up to dust off your skirt. In the blink of an eye, Dally found his way behind you, confidently wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder.
“Pony, when are Darry and Soda getting home?” Johnny asked, slinking his way into the kitchen.
“They’re both workin’ tonight.”
“What are you gonna do for dinner?” You asked softly.
Dally pinched his nose, groaning as he motioned to Pony, “Get in the fucking car, we’re going to the Dingo. You, too, Johnnycakes.”
You smiled widely, thanking your boyfriend and leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Dally leaned into you, allowing your heads to touch for a moment, before turning his attention back to the boys, “Go. ‘Fore I change my mind.”
…
“It was really nice of you to get the boys dinner,” you coo softly, as you twist a strand of Dally’s dark hair between your fingers.
“Told ya I was nice,” he murmurs from where his head is resting comfortably on your abdomen.
Dallas had climbed through your window about twenty minutes ago and made himself at home amongst your plush pink comforter and stuffed animals. For the past month, he had spent nearly every night wrapped up in bed with you. He swore it helped him sleep, but really, it was just nice to be with you. Feel your heartbeat against his body as he held you close each night. His little stint in jail was the longest he’d gone without you, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been losing his mind.
Dally pressed a kiss to your stomach, “Besides, it always helps to be incentivized.” His hot mouth trailed up your clothed sternum, pausing midway to rest his chin and look up at you.
His fingers curled around the ring hanging from your neck. His ring. “Looks good on ya, sweetheart,” he said as he kissed along your collarbone, occasionally stopping to gently suck on your soft skin in the hopes of pulling a reaction out of you.
In your time dating Dallas Winston, you learned that this kind of switch-up was common for him. One minute, he’s cuddly; next, he’s absolutely insatiable. Not that you necessarily did much to satiate him, not the way the base of his stomach burned to be extinguished.
“And what exactly were you hoping to get in reward?”
“Ain’t it obvious, doll? You,” He continued his ministrations up to your neck, his body caging yours. He took care to press a kiss after each adjective, “Beautiful, perfect, sexy you.”
Your face flushed brightly, “You sure are a cheeky one, aren’t ya?”
Dallas met your lips hungrily before returning his attention to your neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive flesh. “Cheeky. Horny…”
“Dallas!” You squeaked.
“Just kidding, doll… mostly.” He chuckled slightly as he placed a peck on your lips. “You know you got me wrapped around your pretty little finger, right?”
“How you figure?” You asked, trying to maintain a teasing tone despite the vulnerability behind your question.
“Have me lying around the Curtis house for hours, taking the boys out for dinner. Walking my ass all the way here to climb through your window, when I know damn well we ain’t going all the way tonight. And fuck, I don’t even care.” Dally laughed before a more subdued expression crossed his face. His rough fingers delicately traced your jaw before grabbing it. His eyes met yours in a way you could almost swear was vulnerable as he continued, “It’s just worth it to hold ya, kiss ya.” He hesitates slightly, “See ya. What have you done to me, sweetheart?”
Flushed and flattered beyond belief, you reach out for Dally, smashing your lips again. You moved against his mouth slowly, deliberately, desperate to convey every feeling you were too scared to voice.
Dally’s hot breath fanned against your face as you pulled away. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before rolling off of you and tugging you slightly to follow him with a soft, “C’mere.”
There, wrapped up securely in his arm, head against his pounding heart, you thanked your lucky stars you were Dally’s girl.
