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2knightt · 11 months

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I saw that your requests are open and this idea came to me after a little ✨️incident ✨️

if you dont feel like writing this i completely understand, but how do you think the gang would react if you came to them upset because of an arguement/disagreement with your sibling or relative? I'm just looking for some comfort rn cause I overheard my family insulting me behind my back last night and I've been bothered ever since

it can be platonic or romantic idrc 😭

↳maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.₊˚✧

—IN WHICH, the gang comforts reader.

||✰ — the gang, separately

Johnny Cade ;

you rush out of the house after your sibling raised their voice at you—not bothering to stick around just to see the situation grow.

you felt tears trickle in the corners of your eyes as you walk to the lot, praying that your boyfriend would be there.

you knew he would be, he always was.

you finally reached the lot, your feet feeling like 1000 pounds after each step you take.

you stand there for a moment, your fists stuffed inside your pockets, looking around.

you see johnny sitting down with his head leaning against a wall.

you had stopped crying earlier, but seeing him made you wanna cry more.

you ran over to him, kneeling down beside him—throwing your arms around his neck.

you pull him into a hug, hiding your face in his neck.

you feel him wrap his arms around your waist. he stutters a few words before whispering in a soft voice, talking to you like you’re a baby.

“hey, hey. y/n, what happened?”

you sniffle, the grasp you have around him tightening.

“n-not to tight, love.”

you realize you’d been squeezing him like it was the last thing you were ever gonna do.

“sorry. i didn’t mean to.”

johnny’s thumb began to flutter—up and down on your back, trying to comfort you.

“it’s fine, y/n.”

the both of you are silent for a minute, neither of you wanting to speak.

“it’s okay. you’ll be okay, y/n.”

he didn’t even know what happened and yet, he’s still trying to help.

“my sibling man. the-they think they’re so much better than me.”

his grip on you tightens for a moment, trying to let you know that he’s there for you.

“it’s alright. you’re alright. they ain’t mean it.”

“but they did, johnny. you weren’t there, man. shouted at me, made me feel so stupid!”

you complain, your voice straining the more you speak.

“you ain’t stupid. not even close. smarter than i’ll ever be, shoot.”

johnny goes silent. thinking of the right words, how to put what he’s thinking into a way you’d understand.

“what they said don’t matter. as long as you’re okay—everyone will be okay. your sibling loves you still, i know they do. stuff like this happens all the time.”

johnny kisses the crown of your head before he continues with his rant.

“you still care about them, right? even if it’s one sided, you’ll be alright. any sort of relationship with your sibling—you’ll be alright. everything is gonna be just fine.”

Dallas Winston ;

you scoffed, listening to your siblings rant.

the more they talked, the less sense they made.

they jumped from topic to topic—criticizing you for things you did years ago.

you just couldn’t take it anymore. you walked out of the house, hearing them shout your name as you got into your car.

you drove and drove until you couldn’t see your house anymore. you pulled into an empty parking lot and sat in silence.

suddenly, your whole world came crashing down—realization hitting you so suddenly.

tears stream down your face, your body shaking with every passing second.

you needed someone to just be with you.

you needed dallas.

you took a few minutes to calm down before driving, taking deep breaths in and out.

you drive off to bucks. you knew he was having a party, should be easy to sneak in.

you park the car and rush out, swinging the door open.

a few people turn to look at you, but quickly focus back on drinking or their friends. you run upstairs, tunnel visioned in on the room dally’s usually in.

the door’s closed, which normally means he’s napping. you knock on the door.

you hear groaning, followed by bed springs squeaking. the door opens slightly, dallas peaking out into the hallway—suspicious of whoever was knocking.

but as soon as his eyes met yours, the door opened fully and he carefully rushed you into the room.

you figure your eyes must still be red from crying because he looks at you with both worry and anger.

he gently lays his palm on your cheek, bringing your eyes to meet his.

“what happened? did anyone do this?”

you glance down at your feet, not wanting to answer.

dallas exhales with obvious frustration.

“c’mon doll. you can tell me.”

you lean your head against his chest, silent until this moment.

“my siblin’. they never listen—no matter how much i try to change, no matter how much i do. i’m always some stupid kid.”

you mumble, your voice cracking mid sentence.

dallas sighs. he wraps an arm around your waist, the other one going to your head, gently holding it.

“i mean. i can beat ‘em up if you want me to.”

you giggle—well, tried too. your voice was so strained, you were silent.

“dallas.”

“yeah yeah, i know. i’m, ‘better than that.’”

he mocks past you as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“you can stay ‘ere if you want.”

he suggests, with slight hope in his voice.

“stay far away from ‘em for awhile. i don’t want them to start on you again.”

you smile at his words—feeling a sense of comfort and relaxation washing over you.

“yeah. sounds nice, dal.”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

you couldn’t handle hearing their voice any longer.

the genuine anger in their voice made you wanna sob.

you rolled your eyes the longer your siblings rant went on.

you kissed your teeth, tears slowly forming in your eyes as you waved goodbye.

your sibling was beyond angry as you ran out the door, but they knew they couldn’t stop you.

you ran and ran, your legs feeling like they’d never get tired. adrenaline making you go faster than you ever had.

you were barely conscious as you ran, allowing your body to take you wherever.

but when the adrenaline ran out, you found yourself outside of the curtis house.

the waterworks started again as you stared at the window. the curtains were closed but you saw light inside.

you caught your breath before stepping up the front porch.

you stood infront of the door, hoping it was ponyboy who’d answer the door. you knocked quietly, glancing down at the mat.

the door opens and your head shoots up, meeting a pair of green eyes.

“y/n?”

“oh, pony.”

you whisper as your eyebrows contorted into a sad look as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

he was taken aback by your face and the sudden affection, pony stumbles back slightly.

he gently wrapped his arms around your neck, trying to bring comfort.

“what’s wrong? did something happen? are you alright?”

he asks, his words coming out faster and faster each second.

you’re silent for what seemed like minutes.

“my sibling, pony. they refuse to listen! they don’t bother to listen to anyone! it-it’s so annoying. can’t take it anymore, man.”

you whisper, taking a shaky breath after finishing your rant.

you thought pony of all people could understand, especially with darry and all.

you started to cry again—even you didn’t know why.

you sniffled as ponyboy rocked both of your bodies side to side.

“breath, y/n. please—i don’t want you to freak out to much.”

you hadn’t even realized you were hyperventilating.

ponyboy grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes with a concerned look. he looked like he was gonna cry himself.

“do what i’m doin’, alright?”

he asks of you as be started to breath in, hold it in for a moment, and exhale.

you did the same for a few minutes. your tears coming to an end, along with your hyperventilation.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n. shoot—me and darry go through that almost daily and we still love each other. i-i bet that this’ll be over soon. you n them were the closest siblings if i’ve ever seen one.”

he said, grabbing ahold of your hand.

he smiled, hoping you’d follow his actions once more.

you tried to smile, but gave a lazy one in return.

he wrapped you into another hug, kissing your cheek before doing so.

“you’re gonna be alright.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

you heard your aunt mock you for being a grease.

she was always so materialistic. not even your mom liked her but—she always came over.

you heard her mock the way you dresses, talked, walked, everything.

you felt so low. like you were some tiny germ in her world.

you wanted comfort, but you knew you couldn’t go to your mom. you couldn’t go to any of your family.

then you thought of soda. sodapop shouldn’t be busy today.

you climbed out of your window, not wanting to even be in the same room as your aunt.

you walked to the curtis house, peeking into the window as you walk by—seeing darry sitting down on his chair.

you really don’t want to talk to him right now. you didn’t want to talk to anyone but sodapop.

you walk up to his window and knocked lightly.

his curtains swung open and he opened the window in a swift motion.

“babe! what’s up?”

“..can i come in?”

“uh, totally! you ain’t even gotta ask!”

he responds with a smile so wide that it couldn’t help but make you feel soft.

you plopped down on his bed, flat on your back as you sigh.

soda gets a confused look as he tilts his head.

“what’s wrong, y/n? you’re awfully quiet.”

“do you think i’m a lowlife, soda?”

you ask, staring up at the ceiling. tears slowly forming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks onto the blanket.

soda goes silent before sitting down next to you.

he grabs your hand and kisses it, mumbling something you couldn’t hear.

“if you’re a lowlife then i gotta be satan himself, love.”

he responds with a chuckle as he lays down beside you.

“what makes you ask, anyhow?”

he asks, turning his head to face you, still holding your hand.

“my aunt jus—said some stuff ‘bout me. made me feel a lil stupid.”

he squeezes your hand and looks up at the ceiling along with you.

“don’t you ever think like that again. no matter what anyone says, kay? you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever known! shoot—i don’t think there’s ever been a grease as nice as you.”

he rambles, bringing both your hands up to the sky, as if a sign of victory.

you smile, sitting up as you stare down at soda.

he makes eye contact with you, shooting up to sit alongside you.

there are still tears in the corner of your eyes, but they refuse to fall. soda grabs your chin to bring you closer to him, kissing the tears off your face.

“can’t let those tears ruin your pretty little face now, can we?”

he asks, with a cat like grin on his face.

you giggle, throwing him into a hug.

Darry Curtis ;

your uncle had come ‘round for a visit, gonna catch up with the family he said.

but all he did with you was make snide remakes at you or behind your back.

calling you a nobody, someone who’d never make it far in life.

he doesn’t know what you’ve gone through. he just sees the aftermath, not the past, not the present. just the person you want to throw away—the future you don’t want.

he brought you down so much, you found yourself at the bottom of a bottle.

you were outside the curtis house on the porch, drinking.

you always sit out there, nobody even bats an eye at you when you’re out there anymore.

it was late at night when you were out there. darry wasn’t home, you said goodnight to pony and soda—even johnny who was staying the night.

you didn’t want any of them to know you’re back into alcohol for comfort. you waited until you were alone.

you grabbed a few bottles and sat out in the porch, drinking and drinking.

you thought you were gonna waste yourself until the morning—hoping you could act sober around darry.

headlights blinded your vision as darrys truck pulled into the driveway.

you had a bottle up to your lips as he parked the vehicle. you started to freak out as you heard him shout your name, trying to hide the bottles under the bench.

“y/n? you better not be doing what i think you are.”

you hear him shout as he makes his way up the stairs. you pray that the bottles don’t roll from under the bench.

you shake your head, trying to straighten out your posture.

“nah, dare. yo-you know i changed.”

you defend yourself, trying to act sober but accidentally slurring your words.

you hear darry sigh as he pinches his nose bridge.

he sits down, turning his body to face you.

“i’m not a idiot, y/n.”

he says, bending down, grabbing one of the bottles.

“are you serious? i thought you sobered up.”

he complains, his elbows resting on his knees as he looks down at the bottle.

“i did! it’s just…it got tough again.”

you mumble, looking down at your feet with shame.

darry places his hand on top of yours. you look at him, making eye contact with him.

“what happened then? what happened that would make you turn back to this?”

he asks quietly, his eyebrows furrowed.

you could hear the disappointment laced in his voice the more he spoke.

“i was called a drunkard, a nobody, someone who’d never make it far in life. do you know how draining it is to hear that?”

you ask, tears already gliding down your cheek. your head is thrown back, hands covering your eyes as you erupt into sobs.

darry grabs your wrists, bringing your hands down. he let go, and placed his hands on your temples. he brought you closer to him, kissing your forehead before whispering sweet nothings—trying to make you feel better.

“what anyone says shouldn’t bother you none, y/n. all that matters is that you are you and i love you for you. i love your laugh, i love how caring you are, i love how you try to change for the better.”

darry mumbles, kissing your forehead every now and then in between his words.

he brings you to his chest. the two of you sit in silence. you listen to his heartbeat as the moon shines directly upon you two.

Steve Randle ;

you’re sibling had called you an idiot, a stupid loser, and so much more right to your face.

right in front of you. not even trying to hide it.

you pretended not to care, you pretended like it didn’t hurt as you walked to the nearest pay phone, you lied to yourself as you pressed steves number into the pay phone.

but still—even with all that convincing, you still didn’t believe you.

the phone rung and rung until he finally answered.

“whatchu want? who is this?”

“steve? oh thank god!”

you sighed with relief, slightly chuckling at your own demise.

“y/n! what’s up?”

he asks, trying to see why you’re calling him through a pay phone rather than your own phone.

“can you come and pick me up? i’ll be at the gas station!”

“the DX?”

“no-no. not the DX, the other one.”

“oh, totally. sit tight, doll.”

he says before you hang up.

you walk to the gas station which wasn’t to far. you sit on the bench, watching the cars go by. it was quiet for a bright afternoon. maybe everyone was at the beach, or seeing a movie.

you think to yourself as you see steves beat up car pull up to the curb right in front of you.

he rolls down the window, shouting for you to get in.

you rush up to the passenger door and swing it open, sitting down.

steve begins to drive off. he always just drives ‘till he run outta gas or gets tired.

“so,”

“so?”

you asked. steve began to speak but stopped mid-way. you always hated when anyone did that.

“why’d you need me to pick you up there? you look…sad.”

and that was your cue to start crying.

you didn’t mean to. you didn’t even feel the tears until you noticed spots of your pants had tear droplets on them.

steve had noticed you crying and pulled over to the side of the road.

he started to freak out a little—he never knew how to handle anyone crying.

“woah—y/n, what’s wrong? did i say something?”

he asks, leaning over to get closer to you.

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, shaking your head.

“then why’re you cryin’?”

“steve, do you think i’m stupid? be honest.”

his eyebrows furrowed at your question, he almost laughed at such an idiotic thing to ask.

“hell nah. i mean, you see shepard? he’s so dumb he can’t tell up from down!”

he shouts, trying to comfort you.

you laugh slightly, the grasp you have onto the loose fabric of your pants loosening.

“you think?”

“i know, y/n.”

he whispers, kissing your temple before leaning back onto the drivers seat.

steve puts his hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing it in a comforting manner.

“how ‘bout i treat you to some food, huh? try n take your mind off that absolute nonsense you were talkin’.”

you nod your head in agreement.

Two-bit Matthews ;

your sibling had shit on you for everything under the sun.

looks, grades, how you spoke, how you walked, friends, boyfriend, shoot—even the way you brush your teeth.

you started tearing up during their rant. thought it was stupid to criticize everything you do.

the second they were done, you walked out. made sure to slam the door on the way out to make it known that you left, that you left angry and sad.

you thought of two-bit the whole walk.

did he think of that about you? does he think he could do better? does he think you smell funny?

it was 9PM, so two-bit would probably be at some gas station trying to get some booze.

you walk to his normal gas station where he has the most luck and you were right. he was leaning on the counter, laughing while the worker had a stern look on his face with his arms crossed.

you walked in and tapped two-bit on the shoulder.

“wh-oh! hey, babe.”

he greeted you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek.

“can i talk to you?”

two-bit got an awkward smile but nonetheless—agreed.

the two of you exited the store, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, you pulled him into a hug.

the sobs started again as you held him tightly.

two-bit was silent.

he was never good at comforting others, but he tried.

he always tried for you.

“shh, shh. it’s okay—i’m here. you’re just fine.”

he says, wrapping his arm around your waist, rocking the two of you left to right.

he kissed your temple, the crown of your head, to your forehead until you stopped crying.

“do you, do you ever think you can do better, two?”

you ask in a quiet voice, looking down at your shoes.

“what? never! infact, i think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

he says, picking you up and swinging you around some.

you gotta admit, you laughed a little with tears still streaming down your face.

“why do you ask? who i gotta beat, huh?”

he asks, putting you down.

“nothin’ it was stupid.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

he kisses your cheek, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“how ‘bout we go n bother that worker together, huh? bet we can steal the whole store if we tried hard enough.”

two-bit says with a grin, finally letting go of your waist.

you get a smile on your face at the thought of it. you nod in excitement as two-bit drags you back into the store. the two of you leaning against the counter, grinning from ear to ear.

i know we dont know each other that well but just know, i’m always here for you. no matter the situation im here for you!

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2knightt · 1 year

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dallas winston and johnny cades reaction to your death 🦈

!warnings!

1.GN!reader

2.mentions of gun violence, gang violence, and suicide.

3.not proofread, as usual. LMFAO.

Johnny Cade ;

you ran away with them at the church, you were there when johnny killed bob.

you yourself couldn’t believe it. you’re boyfriend who used to be this shy, no good greaser, became a murderer in a night.

while on the train to that church, you just stared at your hands that sat gently on your lap.

the exact moment from the stabbing to telling dally, to now, kept on replaying in your head.

you kept on thinking about how you could’ve changed this outcome, if you were just a little bit braver, a little bit more out spoken, a little more stronger.

you could’ve had ponyboy home by now with darry and sodapop hugging him while you and johnny walked to your house.

you just stared and stared until you felt johnny grab your sleeve and pull you out of the train.

you finally got a good look at him since last night. he was pale, his eyes were sunken like he hadn’t slept, and he looked scared.

not his usual scared, but he was terrified and paranoid of anyone and anything.

you stayed in the church with your boyfriend and his best friend for what seemed like weeks.

all those long and tiring days of eating just bologna, reading ‘gone with the wind’ and playing poker 24/7.

the sigh of relief you let out when you woke up to dallas was heavenly.

he took you guys out to eat dairy queen and you ate like it was your last meal. anything other than bologna was sent by the gods.

just as he pulled out, all of you saw a fire. a fire coming from the church.

in the moment, without thinking, you followed ponyboy as he rushed towards the church to save the kids trapped in there.

unfortunately for you, while you were running towards the exit, a pillar fell on your back.

johnny was the one that had to pull you out.

johnny cade was the one in the ambulance with you, holding your hand, telling you that you were gonna be alright. that everything was gonna be just fine.

but he didn’t even believe himself.

the following days you were in the hospital. he couldn’t even look at you, you had your face looking down at the floor constantly.

every time he came to see you, you were crying, crying about never being able to walk again, never being able to see him again, that you might die.

hearing you say that made him cry. johnny always said he’d never cry infront of you, but he can’t help it.

the love of his life was going to die and he could not do anything about it.

“quit your cryin’. you gon’ make it out just fine. you’re gonna be just fine.”

“stop saying that! you heard the doctors, even if i do live, i won’t walk ever again! what kind of lover will i be if i can’t walk?! huh?!”

johnny started to tear up at your words. you were injured terribly and you weren’t think about yourself.

that’s what he will always love about you, how selfless you are. he will always love you.

“i don’t want you to see me like this johnny, just go to the curtis house. i need to rest…please.”

you said in between coughs.

johnny knew what you really meant. you didn’t want him to see you like this, you were embarrassed.

this was the night of the rumble too, he couldn’t stay long anyhow.

he kissed the back of your hand and went off.

the gang thankfully won the rumble and it distracted johnny, just a little bit. just for awhile.

he, ponyboy, and even dallas went to go tell you the good news.

unfortunately, they were gonna leave with bad news to ruin the good mood the gang was in.

you told johnny to come closer as you coughed.

he grabbed your hand and you tried your very best to hold it tightly, but your efforts went to waste.

but johnny knew you were trying to hold his hand.

“ye-yeah? what is it? is everything alright, baby?”

“i love you, johnny cade. i’m so, so sorry.”

those were the last words he heard from you as your hand went limp in his own.

the whole world stopped for him, everything went silent. your heart monitor was deafening. the sounds of doctors and nurses rushing in and shoving the three of them out of the room was unheard by johnny.

johnny didn’t say a word when walking. ponyboy was crying while dallas was on the verge of tears. he knew how much it hurt johnny, and he even liked you too.

when they reached the lot, johnny didn’t say his goodbyes. he just walked to the same spot where you guys would lay and talk, laugh, cry, and sleep.

it was cold and empty. it was a burden to even lay down knowing you wouldn’t just magically appear and hold each other like you used too.

that was the first night johnny cade cried while thinking of you without you not being there.

that was the first night johnny cade became a shell of the man he used to be.

everywhere he went he was either ridiculed or was told several apologies.

he was found innocent for the death of bob, but since you were gone, he wished he was found guilty.

he’d walk the same way you would everyday to see him in hopes that he would see you walking the opposite way.

he was hoping that when he went to sleep, he’d see you sitting right next to him, smiling.

johnny lost the only love he ever knew. he lost his own angel.

he was hoping he’d see you soon, but johnny wouldn’t want your death to be in vain.

that’d be the opposite of you. that’d be selfish while you were selfless.

he wanted to remember you for the rest of his life. he wanted to remember your hugs, kisses, words, touch. anything.

he’d steal paper from ponyboy and write down what your touch felt like to him.

even thought he wasn’t good with his words on paper, each subject he wrote on you was two pages or more long.

he reads them every night crying to himself.

johnny cade will always love you, even when you’re long gone.

Dallas Winston ;

everyone knew you were in a gang, you were loud and proud about it!

people always asked you ‘well, what if it kills you one day? what then?”

and you always replied with,

“well shit! i’ll die with a smile on my face. it’ll be an honourable death, that’s for sure!”

people would’ve thought he loved having a s/o who wasn’t afraid of dying and in a gang. but, to be honest, he hated it.

he hated that everytime you were a second later than normal he’d think you were actually dead. shot, stabbed, anything.

but his worries would always wash away when you swung the door open and greeted him with open arms and a smile on your face.

but for some reason, this didn’t happen today.

he was waiting and waiting for you at bucks, but you never showed.

you did tell him you were gonna be at a meeting, but they never usually take 30 minutes longer.

dallas’s hands started to get sweating and he started shaking, he didn’t know what to do.

he knew the streets were dangerous, why would he let you out on your own?! stupid stupid stupid!!

he ran out the door, leaving the door open. he had zero time to waste when it came to you.

it’s like you were the only reason he was still breathing. he can’t lose you to some fucking gangster wannabe’s who don’t know anything about the streets!

he kept on running and running until he heard the sound of sirens. they were close enough to hear but too far to see why they were there.

dally’s heart raced and he started to pick up the pace.

once he reached the area where the cops and ambulance were, his knees buckled in fear. this is where you usually meet up.

he looks around and see’s bullets on the ground and three guys getting arrested. his eyes were darting around for any sign of you.

that’s when he saw the emergency responders over your bloody body.

before he could think he shoved one of the responders over to get to you.

you slowly looked up at him and smiled as he grabbed your face with both hands.

“oh, hey dall. fancy meetin’ you here.”

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!”

you tried to giggle at his anger but all you did was cough up blood from the several gunshot wounds in your stomach.

you could see his eyes darting from yours to your stomach rapidly.

“are-are you gonna be fine?? what happened? talk to me, doll. please.”

“i always wanted to die like this, dall. don’t be too upset now.”

you said with a half-assed grin, trying to lighten the situation up.

all dally did was tear up. you didn’t want that, all you wanted him to do was smile.

“what did i just say dal?.. i wanted this death. pretty brave of me…huh?”

“goddamnit y/n.”

he mumbled to himself grabbing your hands and putting them on his forehead.

he started crying for real this time.

his whole body started shaking in anger, sadness and fear.

“he-hey. look at me, baby. it’s gonna be fine. i’m happy. an-“

you coughed, turning away from dallas’s shaken body.

“and if you do anything stupid, i’ll come back from the dead and do something about it.”

you said holding his face with your hand gently. he looked up at you, his eyes already blood shot.

you smiled one last time and your eyes shut permanently. your hand fell to the ground as dallas was still on the ground, sobbing even harder.

he hugged your body for awhile, until the responders told him to back off.

he stood up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

he started speed walking ‘till his legs couldn’t take it anymore.

he threw himself on something, anything that could be used as a chair and put his face in his hands.

he let it all out, every single emotion he felt.

anger, sadness, fear, disgust, but mostly fear.

fear in what the world would be like without you in it.

he was scared of what would happen without you holding him back, saving him from fights, cooking for him, bailing him out, loving him.

he kicked and punched everything he could see and get his hands on.

after an hour of crying and screaming he’d rush back to bucks house. pushing anyone out of his way to get to his room.

he’d trash his room to look for any piece of you he has left. thankfully for his own sanity, he found an old shirt of yours.

he brought it up to his chest and hugged it so hard.

dallas would put it around his pillow so it’d feel like you were with him still. that he could still feel like you were with him.

like you were still in his arms as he rants to you about something shepard did to him.

he bring his nose up to it to get the last remaining scent of you. he looks up towards the dresser he has and finds your body mist.

he sprays it everywhere to make it feel like you just left bucks.

but, if dallas took it any harder than he did with johnny’s death, he’d do the exact same thing.

the same night you’d die, he vowed he’d die too.

he’d call the curtis house and tell him the exact same thing he did in the movie.

he’d get shot with you in mind.

he’d think an apology about doing something stupid.

he’d think and hope that magically, you do come back alive and save him.

but he dies with that thought. the thought that you two can be together.

the thought that he died doing something you would hate him for, but he had to.

for you, and for himself.

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1.im on my period, so if i feel pain, everyone else does fr.

2.i am SO gonna do this with the rest of the gang so all the darry, ponyboy, steve, sodapop, and two-bit likers of the world, you aren’t SAFE.

3.i did this for the giggles ong.

4.IM REWATCHING THE GREEN MILE AND IT’S SO SAD I LOVE JOHN COFFEY SO MUCH

may 7th, 2023. 9:24PM.

#2knightt #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders angst #the rest of the gang isn’t safe btw.#sleep with one eye open if i didn’t write for your fav

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