#outsiders headcanons

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things i noticed on my re-read:

- ponyboy has “almost—red hair.”

- johnny can’t say “boo to a goose.”

- ponyboy owes johnny 150$ from poker while they were in the church

- just a HILARIOUS quote “sent from heaven? had he gotten a good look at dallas?” ponyboy micheal curtis is hilarious and i don’t wanna hear anything else

- ponyboy isn’t like his parents, but his brothers are

- the curtis and shepard gang have a weird whistle that means “who’s there?” and people don’t talk about it enough

- dally called ponyboy “sleeping beauty.”

- soda’s letter to ponyboy had so many spelling and grammatical mistakes.

- dally had stubble when he went to get ponyboy and johnny “a stubble of colorless beard.”

- johnny’s crazy about drag races.

- dally thinks everything was cherry’s fault.

- dally has a cousin that lives in the area of the church, and told him it’d make a good hiding spot.

- johnny has a “deathly fear of cops.”

- jerry was too fat to climb through the church’s window.

- johnny was having fun in the church.

- soda wouldn’t quit messing with the reporters, he stole their hats and cameras, and even grabbed a cops gun.

- if johnny survived, he would’ve been crippled.

- two-bit’s mom said they should lock the door because of burglars, but darry just flexed his arms in response.

- two-bit was cleaning eggs off the floor after he knocked them off ponyboy’s pan.

- johnny would’ve been charged with manslaughter.

- soda went into darry’s closet to grab his jeans, and steve followed him in. apparently, “in a second, there was the general racket of a pillow fight.”

- two-bit’s mom is just like two-bit, except she isn’t lazy.

- randy’s thinking of leaving town.

- johnny and his mom look exactly the same, with black hair and big black eyes.

- the only difference is johnny has “fearful and sensitive” eyes, while her’s are “cheap and hard.”

- dallas looked out the window instead of at two-bit and ponyboy when he asked about johnny

- cherry had her hair up and she was wearing a ski jacket when she went to go meet the greasers.

- tim shepard has curly black hair and “smoldering” dark-blue eyes. he also has a scar from temple to chin because a “tramp” hit him with a broken soda bottle.

- tim accidentally stepped on ponyboy during the rumble.

- all johnny had ever wanted was for dallas to be proud of him.

- bob had the same smile as soda.

- greasers don’t eat in the school cafeteria.

- curly fell off from a telephone poll and he broke his arm. the face curly made was the same as sodapop’s when darry and ponyboy were fighting.

- when ponyboy wrote his theme, it didn’t hurt to think about johnny and dally.

#the outsiders #theoutsiders #outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #ponyboy headcanons #angela shepard #the outsiders sodapop

[szniiaa]

johnny cade sfw n nsfw headcanons

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characters: johnny cade show/movie: the outsiders warnings: smut not proofread summary: johnny cade sfw n nsfw headcanons

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-would luv you to death, he luvs everything about you. every curve, bump, dip, lump everything. he doesn't love you for just your looks but for you being you.

-luvs playing with your hair rather if you have silk straight hair or tight coily curls. when your cooking he comes behind you and hugs you by the waist and plays with your hair.

-a huge cuddler he feels secure n comfy whenever he's cuddling with you. he luvs to place kisses on your forehead or nose kisses (sometimes neck kisses too) he luvs when you kiss him too. he says the cutest things in your ear. "I love you so much" "you smell good" "you're the best gf ever."

-he tells you everything. he tells you when he's nervous, scared, happy, sad everything. you can tell him everything too. he knows you actually listens n he actually listens to you.

-comforts you like no one else. if he sees your crying or sad he'll sit or stand next to you and rub your back or rub his thumb on your cheek or give you a big warm hug. "baby its okay. you'll be okay" "don't be sad, life is to short to be sad" "your gonna make me cry if you keep cryin' like that."

-he's always protecting you (maybe a little over protective) he always asks you were your going or to walk you home. he will always stick up for you (even if he's literally shaking) even if your a socs he'll stick up for you if other socs are being disrespectful to you are harming you or even greasers.

-he always makes future plans with you. he tells you how bad he wants to go somewhere free where it doesn't matter if your a greaser or not.

-whenever things get bad at home he comes to stay at your house for a while.

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-johnny luvs praise n luvs praising you. "you're doing so good" "one more baby, i know you can do it" "your so pretty"

-he's a switch. when he does play the dom role he's a really soft dom n when he's playing a sub role he's a sub.

-sometimes call you "mommy" even when your not having sex. he likes seeing your reaction + he just likes saying it.

-a huge thigh guy. he kisses them, covers them in hickeys. he can't get his hands off of them. he tries not to do it near dally or two-bit because they'll tease him to death. "you jus can't get ya hands off that girl." "she is a good lookin' broad I will say that." dally said smoking a cigarette.

-making out is his thing. he luvs it more than sex. its something about it. its slow, sensual, and romantic more romantic to sex in his opinion. he luvs the fact it starts off with a small kiss that lasts a bit to long and leads to you on his lap running your hands through his hair.

-seeing you in ripped demin shorts and a demin jacket is enough for him to grow a boner.

-johnny is a soft whimper n moaner.

-he luvs eating you out he luvs your little movements and reactions to whenever his tongue moves around your pussy. he luvs eating you out some much to the point he gets pussy-drunk.

-hes really touchy whenever he's horny he just starts getting really touchy and needy. it could be the slightest moves too, him resting his head on his shoulder, hugging you from behind to slowly moving his hand to your shoulder, to your neck, to your chest.

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#johnny cade #johnny cade smut #the outsiders #the outsiders smut #outsiders smut #smut #outsiders headcanons #Johnny cade headcanons #Johnny cade smut headcanons

[thewulf]

Second Sunrise || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Dally x buck merril's cousin!reader who buck adopted bc her parents were abusing her.

A/N: Ahhh protective Dally is the best kind of Dally!! This is a heavier one, please look at the trigger warnings before reading. Hope you guys enjoy.

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Buck Merril Cousin)

Word Count: 5.2k +

TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings

The night at Buck's Rodeo Bar was buzzing with life. The jukebox played a raucous country tune while laughter and the clink of beer glasses filled the air. Neon lights cast a glow over the rustic scene illuminating the wood-paneled walls adorned with rodeo memorabilia. Behind the bar, Buck Merril, the owner, and a towering figure with an easy smile, was busy serving drinks. He handed another beer to Dallas "Dally" Winston who wasn’t just a regular; he lived in the small apartment right above the bar.

"Here’s another on the house," Buck said, wiping his hands on a towel. "So, Dal, still finding trouble or is trouble finding you?" He smirked knowing how tuned into trouble his friend was.

Dally was reclining against the bar with his leather jacket just catching the light gave Buck a wry grin. "A bit of both, I guess. Keeps life interesting. What’s been going on with you?"

Buck's gaze shifted to the end of the bar where a young woman was quietly serving customers. His expression softened a bit as he nodded towards her. "You see that girl over there? The one with the tray full of drinks?"

Dally followed Buck’s nod, observing her. She seemed out of place with her reserved demeanor.  Almost too gentle for the rough-and-tumble crowd of the bar. "Yeah, I see her. What about her?"

"That’s my cousin," Buck revealed. His voice lowering even as he kept his tone casual. "Took her in a few months back. Found her in a real bad way... her folks were the ones hurting her. Had to step in and bring her here."

The typical hardness in Dally’s eyes softened. A rare flicker of concern showing through as he took a longer look at her. "That’s rough. How’s she doing now?"

"She’s getting by day by day. It’s tough though, especially at night," Buck explained as his eyes tracked her movements. You skillfully avoided drawing attention to yourself. "She doesn’t talk much about it… tries to keep her head down."

Dally nodded slowly. His usual detached demeanor shifting towards something more thoughtful. "She got a name?"

"Her name's Y/N," Buck said, a touch of pride in his voice. "She's a tough one but you know how it is... the past has a way of holding on."

Dally took a sip of his beer. His gaze lingering on you as you laughed softly at something a customer said. "Maybe I’ll introduce myself, see if she needs anything. Living up here it’d be good to have someone to talk to who understands."

Buck clapped Dally on the back, grateful. "I’d appreciate that and I think she would too. She could use a friend around here."

As Buck moved off to attend to another customer Dally watched you carefully across the bar. There was a quiet strength about you that reminded him of his own struggles, sparking an unexpected sense of kinship. He decided he'd make the first move later that night. A simple gesture of solidarity from one survivor to another.

On a chilly a few months prior during the evening Buck was at a local bar, not his own. He was just enjoying a quiet drink away from his usual crowd. The place was less crowded, dimly lit, with the usual murmur of hushed conversations filling the air.

At the far end of the bar Buck overheard a familiar voice rising above the low din. It was his uncle, Y/N's father, drunk and bitterly ranting to anyone who would listen. Buck’s ears perked up as the harsh words cut through the buzz of the bar.

"Yeah, that worthless girl of mine," his uncle slurred, his voice dripping with contempt, "Nothing but a dumb whore. Ain’t good for nothing but to kick around. She’s just like her mother. Can’t do nothing right."

The bar’s patrons shifted uncomfortably. Some trying to ignore the man, others glancing sympathetically towards Buck knowing the already strained relationship. Buck’s jaw tightened with anger and a fierce protectiveness rising within him. He had known your home life was troubled, but the cruel reality had never been so blatantly laid out before him.

With a hard slam of his glass on the counter Buck stood up, his decision made in an instant. He left the bar and drove straight to your house. His mind racing with every turn of the wheel. When he arrived, the scene was as bad as he had feared, maybe worse.

He found you in the corner of her dimly lit living room. Your form small and battered. A stark contrast to the storm raging outside. Your mother was the only other person present, her demeanor anxious and defensive as Buck burst through the door.

"What the hell is going on here?" Buck’s voice thundered through the small space as he quickly assessed the situation. His eyes darting from you to your mother.

Your mother tried to intercept him with her voice shaky. "Buck, you shouldn’t be here—"

"It’s too late for that," Buck cut her off. His voice firm and resolute. "I just heard that excuse of a father of hers at the bar, bragging about how he treats Y/N. I’m taking her with me. She’s not staying here another minute."

Overwhelmed and cornered your mother wilted under Buck’s stern gaze. "You can’t just take her. She—"

"I’m not asking," Buck stated flatly. His decision was clear in his tone. "I’m telling you how it’s going to be. If you have any objections we can go through the authorities."

He approached you, his demeanor softening as he reached out to help you up. "Let’s go, Y/N. You’re safe now. You’re with me."  With a comforting hand on your back Buck led you out of the house and into the safety of his car. The rain started as the two of you drove away washing over the car.

Dally watched you move through the bar. Your interactions tinged with the newfound stability that Buck had given you. His thoughts on your resilience deepened. His respect for Buck’s bold intervention reinforcing his desire to get to know you better. The bond of shared struggles was forming, unspoken yet palpable in the busy bar.

You moved with a gentle grace. Your smile was warm yet reserved as you took orders and delivered drinks. Your interactions were polite and professional, yet there was a hint of wariness in your eyes. A shadow that seemed to linger from your past. As you paused to reset a table, straightening the condiments, and wiping down the surface, your attention to detail spoke of someone who took pride in your work. Dally thought that perhaps you found solace in the routines.

Dally’s gaze followed your movements until he found himself standing up, driven by an impulse to bridge the gap between them. He approached the bar where she was lining up drinks on a tray.

"Hey," Dally started. His voice slightly hesitant as he leaned against the bar. "You’re Y/N, right? Buck’s cousin?"

You looked up with a flicker of surprise crossing your features before you nodded hesitantly, clearly unsure of the man standing before you. "Yeah, that’s me. And you are?"

"Dally," he replied offering a small, reassuring smile. "I live upstairs. Heard a lot about you from Buck. Said you’re tough. I can respect that."

A trace of a smile touched your lips. Your guard lowering just a bit. "Thanks, I guess. It’s been a... well, it’s been quite a time adjusting here."

Dally picked up a coaster, spinning it between his fingers. "I get it. Had my share of rough patches too. Buck’s a good guy, though. You landed in a decent spot."

"Yeah he’s been great," You agreed with him. Your hands busying themselves with the drinks attempting to hide a slight tremor. "I’m just trying to make the best of it now."

"Mind if I help you carry these over?" Dally gestured towards the tray. He was eager to extend the interaction, to find more common ground with you. You seemed so hesitant and afraid. Not that he could blame you.

You paused for a fraction of a second before nodding. "Sure, that’d be nice. Table six, over there."

As you walked over to the table together Dally felt the initial awkwardness begin to dissipate. "So, you ever think about what’s next or you just taking it one day at a time?"

"One day at a time, really," You said as you reached the table being careful to set down the drinks with a thankful smile from the patrons. "But I like it here. It feels like a fresh start away from… them."

Dally nodded feeling a kinship in your words. "Fresh starts are good. Hard but good. If you ever need someone to talk to or anything, I’m just upstairs. Sometimes it helps talking to someone who gets it."

You looked at him with your expression softening further. "Thanks Dally. I might just take you up on that offer." For the first time in a while a genuine smile crossed your face at his words.

Over the next few weeks, a subtle shift began to unfold between you and Dally at Buck’s bar. What started as casual exchanges of small talk over the bar counter deepened into late-night conversations that lingered long after the last customer had left.

One evening as the neon signs were turned off and the bar quieted down you found yourself sitting at one of the tables with Dally with a deck of cards spread out between you. He had insisted on teaching you poker, claiming that it was a sin you didn’t know how to play. That got a laugh out of you as you agreed with him. The game was merely a pretense. It was a backdrop to the intimate dialogue that wove between you two. You touched on topics neither of you usually shared with others.

"So, do you have any dreams? Like things you wanna do now that you’ve got a fresh start?" Dally asked. His hands idly shuffling the cards almost afraid to look into your eyes.

You paused as you traced the wood grain of the table with your finger. "I don’t know," you confessed softly. "I used to think a lot about traveling. Seeing places that are totally different from here. Maybe write about them. But that doesn’t really seem possible. What about you?" You tried your best to flip it around on him.

Dally let out a soft, wistful laugh. "Me? I’ve never been much of a dreamer. Always been about getting through the day. But I guess, maybe, finding some peace? Could be nice to have a real shot at something stable, you know?" He’d told you all about his shitty situation that made your heart hurt for him. How could anyone be so cruel to him? Sure, he had a rough exterior but had anybody ever tried to get to know Dallas Winston? He was a sweetheart through and through. Albeit a little awkward about it but he always seemed to put your needs ahead of his. How could you not start to fall for him?

Your eyes met then met his with a mutual understanding crossing between you. Both of you knew what it was like to long for something more than just survival, more than the daily struggles that had so often defined your lives.

As autumn deepened and the nights grew colder your meetings at the bar became a regular fixture. Sometimes you would both sit in silence each lost in your own thoughts yet comforted by the presence of the other. Other times you would share stories of your pasts—guarded tales of pain and resilience that you entrusted to each other.

One winter evening as you walked back from a nearby diner that Dally and you had become accustomed to you wrapped your arms around yourself against the chill. Dally noticed and without a word draped his jacket over your shoulders. Neither of you broached the subject of what the hell was going on. Rather you simply just decided to enjoy the others company. It was easy with him. A rarity in your fucked up world.

"Thanks," you murmured. Your cheeks flushing slightly as you pulled the jacket tighter around you. “You sure? It’s cold.”

"I’m sure. It’s nothing," Dally replied with his voice low. "You know, talking to you... it’s the first time in a long while I’ve felt like someone actually gets it." His eyes looked everywhere but yours. A slight flush crossed his features as he admitted so. You’d come to learn how difficult these emotional conversations were for him. But you did get it. They were hard for you too. Neither of you were raised with love. You were always the second thought. The bitch daughter or the troubled son.

You nodded to him with your eyes reflecting the streetlights. "I feel the same. It’s weird, isn’t it? How talking can make things seem a bit lighter." You tried reassuring him with your words.

You continued your walk-in comfortable silence, whatever it was between the two of you growing with every shared glance and laugh. By the time you reached the bar again your laughter echoed softly in the empty street. You’d never laughed so much in your life as you did when you were with him.

The bar was alive with the usual Friday night revelry as you knew Buck needed your help. Once you entered the bar you waved Dally off with that genuine smile he adored so much. The air was filled with laughter and the twang of country tunes. You stood behind the bar pouring drinks and sharing easy smiles. You felt more secure and content than you ever had in your life. Dally was there too. He didn’t want to leave or go upstairs after your dinner not date. He watched you from across the room with a protective gaze that had become a comforting fixture in your life.

But the fragile peace shattered the moment your father staggered through the door.

His arrival cut through the noise like a cold front. His eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you behind the bar. With a cruel smirk twisting his lips he made his way over to you. Each step heavy with menace. You tensed when he stood in front of you. Your hands gripped the edge of the bar trying to ground yourself back into the situation. Why? Why couldn’t he have just left you alone? It’d been months and you hadn’t heard from him. Why did he have to come now?

"Y/N.” He spit your name out with vengeance. “You think you can hide from me?" He slurred.  His voice loud and filled with malice. He reached over the bar grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him. You should’ve expected it, but the shock of his arrival had you paralyzed. His other hand struck your face. His ring cutting a sharp line across your cheek. You let out a quiet yelp as the pain burned bright.

The bar fell silent. The music fading into the background. Before you could react, Dally was there in an instant. His presence like a storm. He grabbed your father by the collar and threw him back with such force that your father stumbled and fell onto his back with a heavy thud.

"You lay your hands on her again and I swear it'll be the last thing you do," Dally thundered, standing over him. His fists clenched and ready. His breathing was heavy as he looked like he truly would kill him should he try that again.

Your father, sprawled on the floor, looked up at Dally with a mix of shock and rage. "You stupid worthless whore!" he spat at you. His words echoing through the now silent bar. He jumped to his feet attempting to get his hands back on you.

Dally’s response was swift though. His fist connected with your father's face, a sharp, resounding impact that sent him back to the ground, blood spattering from his lip. All you could do was gape at the situation unfolding before you.

Buck rushed over appearing out of nowhere. His face set in a hard line. "That's enough!" he declared standing beside Dally. His eyes bore the same expression of Dally’s, "Get out of my bar and don't come back. Next time I'm calling the cops."

With a hand from Dally your father was hauled to his feet and shoved towards the door. His exit was met with relieved sighs and a few scattered claps from the patrons, but the atmosphere remained tense. You couldn’t seem to focus on what would come next as your eyes were trained on Dallas and only him.

As the door slammed shut behind your father leaving the bar in an uneasy silence. Dally turned his gaze back on you. His heart nearly shattered seeing your bleeding face mixing with a few tears that’d slipped down. He could see the pain flicker across your face not just from the cut but from the reopened wounds of your past. Slowly he walked back over to you with his hands up. He didn’t want to freak you out further than you were. With a gentle touch that contrasted sharply with the fierce protection he had just displayed Dally leaned in close.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's get that cleaned up," he said softly nodding towards the staircase that led to his apartment above the bar.

You hesitated. A mix of emotions swirling within you—gratitude, relief, but also a deep-seated fear from the confrontation. Sensing your hesitation Dally offered a reassuring smile. "I promise you, you're safe with me."

Trusting him you allowed Dally to lead you up the stairs to his modest living space. The apartment was small but welcoming with a warmth that felt comforting after the cold violence of the night. Dally guided you to a seat at the small kitchen table, then wet a clean cloth with warm water and approached you gently.

"May I?" he asked. His tone was more tender than you’d ever heard from him. You nodded and he carefully dabbed at the cut on your cheek. His touch was so light you could barely feel it. As he tended to your wound the kindness of the act—so at odds with the harshness you had grown used to—overwhelmed you and a fresh set of tears began to stream down your face.

Dally brow furrowed in concern. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured while he set aside the cloth to pull a chair up close beside you. He sat down. His brown eyes searching yours. They were so full of empathy. "You don't have to hold it all in, sweetheart. Not here."

You looked into Dally’s eyes seeing there not just the rugged survivor of the streets, but a kindred spirit who had seen his share of pain and still chose kindness. With a shaky breath you leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder.

Dally wrapped his arms around you holding you gently. "You're safe here, Y/N. As long as you need, as long as you want."

In that quiet space with Dally's steady presence enveloping you, the fear and tension that had knotted in your chest began to dissolve. His apartment was small and unassuming, but it felt like a sanctuary and his embrace a shield against the chaos of your past.

The night wound down quietly with you and Dally sitting together. The two of you talked softly about nothing and everything until the early morning light began to seep through the curtains. It was the first night in forever where you felt truly safe, truly seen.

As the first light of dawn painted the walls of Dally's apartment a soft, warm hue, the room was filled with a sense of quiet intimacy that had grown over the course of the night. Sitting side by side on the worn couch both you and Dally were enveloped in a reflective silence. The kind that follows after a storm of emotions.

Dally was the first to break the silence,. His gaze fixed on the faint light peeking through the blinds before turning to look at you. "You know," he began with his voice low and a little rough from the long night, "tonight was a mess, but it kinda cleared up something for me."

Your heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you met his eyes. "What's that?" you asked softly. You were almost afraid to hear the answer but desperate to know.

Dally took a deep breath as his hand found yours. His fingers gently intertwining with yours. "It's you," he said simply. "All this craziness... it made me realize how much I care about you. More than I thought possible, actually."

Hearing his words a warmth spread through you, mingling with the fatigue from the night’s events. You squeezed his hand, the gesture simple but filled with meaning. "Dally, I feel the same. I didn't know how to say it before, but you've become so important to me."

The corner of Dally’s mouth lifted in a half-smile. A hint of his usual cockiness peeking through his tired features. "Yeah? That’s good to hear, 'cause I wasn’t sure how you’d take it." You giggled at that feeling a sense of euphoria at how this all actually turned out.

As the conversation dwindled, a yawn escaped you breaking the tender moment with its stark reminder of the night’s toll on your body. Dally chuckled softly. He pat his leg in a gentle, inviting gesture. "C'mere, sweetheart. Lay down here and close your eyes. I’ll be right here when you wake up."

Grateful and too exhausted to protest you shifted closer, laying your head on his thigh as he adjusted to make you comfortable. His hand found your hair, fingers brushing softly through it in a soothing rhythm.

With the comfort of his presence and the security of his promise you allowed your eyes to flutter closed, sleep overtaking you swiftly. The last thing you felt was Dally’s protective gaze and the gentle pressure of his hand in your hair. It was a silent vow of his commitment to be there no matter what came next.

As you settled against Dally your breath evening out in the quiet rhythm of sleep, he watched the soft rise and fall of your shoulders. A sense of peace settling over him. The apartment was quiet now the only sound the faint hum of the city awakening outside. In this moment, with the early morning light casting gentle shadows across your face, Dally found himself in a rare state of contemplation.

His hand rested gently on your head. His fingers lightly tracing through your hair. It was a simple, almost unconscious gesture that soothed both of you. The weight of the night's events lingered in his mind—the confrontation, the fear in your eyes, the way his heart had raced when he stood up for you. It all solidified something he'd only begun to admit to himself: how deeply he cared for you, how fiercely he wanted to protect you. How he may have even loved you.

As he watched you sleep Dally’s thoughts drifted. He was used to solitude, to the rough and tumble of a life lived on the edges. But sitting here with you breathing softly against him, he felt a pull towards something different. Something more. It was terrifying and new. This feeling of wanting to belong to someone, of wanting someone to belong with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed himself to be so vulnerable with another person or if he ever truly had. But with you it felt right. It felt necessary. He realized that this—caring for you, being there for you—might be the closest thing to home he had ever known.

The morning grew brighter, light filling the room and Dally’s own eyelids began to droop. The exhaustion from the night's adrenaline and the emotional toll of opening his heart were catching up with him. But he didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to risk waking you. He wanted you to sleep as long as you needed, to wake up feeling safe and cared for.

His hand continued to run through your hair slowly, rhythmically, until his own eyes finally closed. Sleep overtaking him in the quiet comfort of his apartment. Even in sleep, his presence remained steadfast. A promise to be there when you woke up, and for whatever came next.

As the morning sun climbed higher with its rays streaming through the gaps in the curtains the apartment above Buck’s Rodeo Bar held a quiet, peaceful scene. Dally and you were asleep as an unspoken love formed in the shared silence of rest after a tumultuous night. However, this tranquility was soon interrupted by the sound of the apartment door swinging open with casual familiarity.

Buck strolled in with a steaming coffee cup in one hand and a bag of breakfast sandwiches in the other. His voice breaking the morning calm with a playful tone. "Well, look what we have here," he exclaimed. "Our very own knight in shining armor and his damsel tucked away from the world. You two sure skedaddled out of the bar pretty quick last night. Place your bets, folks!" He snickered seeing you and him so coziest up on the couch together.

Before Buck could spin another jest Dally's eyes snapped open, immediately alert. His protective instincts still sharp from the night before, flared up at the intrusion. “Buck, shut the hell up. She’s sleeping.” Dally hissed with his tone both irritated and fiercely protective. He glanced down quickly to make sure you were still out, undisturbed by the noise of your cousin.

Buck paused at the threshold, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he took in the scene—the way you were nestled comfortably against Dally, his hand resting protectively in your hair even in sleep. "Oh man, Dally’s gone soft," Buck teased in a low voice chuckling to himself. "Never thought I’d see the day. Truly."

He set down the coffee and sandwiches on the kitchen counter. His movements now deliberately quiet though his eyes twinkled with mirth. “I’ll keep it down. You lovebirds need your rest after all those heroics last night.”

Dally just glared at him, but his posture relaxed slightly as he saw that you were still sleeping peacefully. His gaze softened as he looked back down at you. The fierceness melting into something tender and caring.

Buck watched the exchange. His chuckle deepening as he backed out of the room shaking his head in amusement. “I’ll be downstairs,” he murmured before pulling the door almost closed behind him. "Don’t rush Dally. The world can wait."

As the door clicked shut Dally’s hand resumed its gentle motion through your hair, his eyes lingering on your face. He let out a quiet sigh while the tension eased from his shoulders. The world outside could indeed wait. Right now, being in this quiet moment was all that mattered. He wanted to keep you safe making sure you felt cared for. And as he settled back closing his eyes once more he knew deep down that whatever came next, he was ready. So long as it was with you.

Later that day after a few more hours of much-needed sleep, you and Dally made your way back down to Buck’s bar. The place had regained its usual lively atmosphere with the afternoon crowd bringing a bustling energy that filled the air with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

You and Dally settled into a quiet corner booth a bit removed from the hustle and bustle. The events of the previous night still lingered in the air between you. An acknowledgment of everything that had happened and everything that was still unspoken.

Dally slid into the booth across from you his demeanor relaxed but his eyes keen, watching you with a softness that was new. "So," he started while breaking the comfortable silence, "feels like we got through some kind of storm, huh?"

You nodded wrapping your hands around a warm cup of coffee that Buck had brought over. His knowing wink making you both smile. "Yeah it does. But it feels like it’s clearing up now," you replied before meeting Dally's gaze with a hopeful smile.

Dally's lips curved into a slow, genuine smile. "I think so too. We've been through a lot, but maybe it's just what we needed."

"Right," you agreed. Your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

The conversation drifted then to lighter topics. Plans for the bar, stories from Dally's wilder days, your dreams of traveling, and with each story and shared laugh the love between you deepened. It was as if the foundations for something new and hopeful were being laid down with each passing moment.

As the afternoon wore on the bar began to fill up with the evening crowd. The music grew louder and the sounds of a lively night taking shape swirled around you. Yet, in your quiet corner of the bar it felt like a sanctuary with him.

Finally, Dally reached across the table taking your hand in his. His gaze conveyed a silent promise of support, understanding without needing to articulate it. The clamor of the bar seemed to fade into the background as Dally broke the silence. "Hey," he said. His voice softer than the din around you, "I was thinkin'... How 'bout we go out tomorrow? Just you and me, no chaos, no drama. We could take my bike, hit the road, see where it takes us."

Your heart that was already warmed by his earlier protectiveness leapt at the invitation. His offer was simple but filled with the promise of new memories, new experience. Just Dally and you learning the rhythms of each other's joy. "I'd like that," you replied with a grin. Your voice equally soft. "A real date, huh?"

Dally's smirk was one of triumph mixed with a bashfulness that you had come to find so endearing. "Yeah, a real date with a beautiful girl," he confirmed. "Figured it's about time we did something normal for a change sweetheart."

The bar around you hummed with life. The energy of people embarking on their nightly escapades, the clatter of glasses and the laughter serving as a backdrop to this quiet, pivotal moment between you and Dally. It symbolized not just a return to normalcy but the blossoming of something new. Something hopeful.

As Dally's thumb gently caressed the back of your hand you felt a chapter closing on the past and a new one beginning. Here in the heart of the bar's fervor you found a peaceful anticipation for the future. This wasn't just an end to the turmoil that had swept you into Dally's life. It was the start of a journey together. A journey that promised the warmth of shared sunrises, the thrill of open roads, and the comfort of hands held tight in solidarity.

In the cacophony of the bar, you both found a shared rhythm. A mutual understanding that this was just the beginning. And with Dally's hand in yours, the future, once so uncertain, now seemed filled with endless possibilities.

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[wannaseewhatshangin]

Dallas with a fem!s/o that completely shuts down when she gets yelled at/when she is upset. (I DO THIS 😭💀)🫀

You and Dallas were having another fight.

You couldn’t even remember what started it.

“How many times do I have to tell you y/n?! I didn’t do it!” Dallas said to you.

Ah yes. Now you remember. A few girls from school started this rumor that dal was cheating on you.

“I know..I just-“

“You just what? You thought I would actually cheat on you?!!!!” His voice boomed around the the house.

You started to relax the muscles in your face, crying with no emotion. Your feet were glued to the floor. You couldn’t even bat an eyelash. Dallas had never yelled at you like that.

“..baby? Are you okay?” Dallas moved closer to you, grabbing your hands, caressing your knuckles with a worried face.

“….I’m sorry for accusing you. It was my fault. I should have known better than to believe those socs.” Your eyes glanced at the floor, avoiding his gaze.

“It’s alright, doll..you didn’t know.” He said with a small smile.

“Are you leaving me now?” Your lip quivered at the thought of losing Dallas. Especially over something so stupid.

His smile fell, turning into a frown.

“Of course not, baby..” he held you close to him, as if that if he let go, you would disappear forever. He couldn’t have that.

“I’m so sorry, dal” you said as more tears came rolling down.

“Hey, man. None of that. Come on babe..your too precious to cry..” He said, wiping away your tears gently.

He pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“…I love you, doll.” he said holding you closer to him.

He didn’t say it I’m a normal way. He said it in the most sincere way he could.

You smiled. “I love you too dal.”

You hugged each other all night, cuddling with your boyfriend.

He is yours just as much as you are his.

And nothing could change that. Ever.

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[coquettejohnny]

if ur gonna make hcs about dallas at least make them somewhat accurate. he would never call you princess please stop

#the outsiders #dallas winston #outsiders headcanons

[sleeplessgreaser]

The Outsiders as Animals

wanted to draw Johnny and Dally but I can't draw people to save my life + i love using animals to represent characterizations of people = i came up with the animal equivalents of the gang

also im an animal nerd so i gotta use my knowledge somehow

This is gonna be long because of all the pictures, sorry

Johnny Cade - alley cat

A skinny alley cat of no specific breed, just your basic domestic feline. Likely with black, tuxedo or black smoke fur. He lives almost exclusively outside and is often the target of abuse and bullying, resulting in malnourishment and less-than-ideal hygiene. But, if you feed him and give him a warm place to sleep at night, he might just be your friend. He didn't choose this kind of life, and really he deserves much better.

Dallas Winston - hound

A tall, lanky mutt, with a barrel chest and sharp, pointed features. He's not a specific breed, and definitely not a purebred, but similar to an Ibizan hound. He likes to go fast and enjoys racing, but he also enjoys going out and hunting for some action. His stature might be intimidating, and his teeth sure are big, but he's not so bad once you get to know him... if he let's you, that is.

Two-Bit Mathews - possum

Just your average wild possum, with a goblinoid personality and little grabby hands. He'll show off his teeth any chance he gets, but it's anyone's guess if he'll ever use them. Also, he's surprisingly clean given his lifestyle. (And it's absolutely shocking that he doesn't carry rabies.)

Steve Randle - mountain lion

Lean and muscular, can jump wide gaps and is surprisingly dexterous, and sure he looks innocent enough on the surface (if you didn't know any better) but he would love to beat you up and absolutely will if you give him ANY reason to. You may not be afraid of him, but you should be.

Darrel Curtis - Kodiak or grizzly bear

Big, strong and sturdy. He looks scary, and sounds scary, and yes you should probably be scared, but he'll leave you alone if you mind your own business. Alongside that, he's mostly a loner, definitely wishes he didn't have 2 cubs to look after, but he will provide for them and protect them until his dying breath.

Sodapop Curtis - black bear

A handsome guy, with sleek fur and a kind face. He looks so sweet, and boy is he a charmer, but in reality he is a menace to society (and it's easy to forget that). He will mess with you, and he enjoys being a nuisance, but if you tell him to knock it off he'll probably stop... probably.

Ponyboy Curtis - Gobi bear

Small and dog-like, but still a bear! His kind is endangered and there aren't many like him. He lives in a place that you might not expect, but he's happiest there. He's not much of a hunter, definitely more of a gatherer. He'll defend himself if he has to, especially if he has some backup, but really he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

#this isnt me assigning them animalkin types or whatever #im just autistic and to be quite honest i usually read books with non-human protagonists so this is more like #me envisioning them in forms i better understand? #idk im autistic #the outsiders #dallas winston #johnny cade #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #the outsiders 1983 #outsiders headcanons #no sleep for greasers

[augustinapril]

Very random the Outsiders headcanons

warnings: mentions of really bad food combination, throwing up, insects, scratching & picking at skin, loud chewing, fears, please lmk if I forgot something!!

all created w/ @luvmarsbars & @stqrluvr !

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To begin with we have food headcanons:

They all have a certain tastes in pizza!!

Johnny really likes olives on his pizza, like he just loves it.

Darry is a chicken bacon ranch pizza guy. it's his favorite pizza.

Dally really likes supreme pizzas but he can't stand pineapple on pizza. other than that he doesn't care.

Two bit LOVES pineapple on pizza, it's one of his favorites. (he argues w/ dally about it constantly). Him and Steve have no pickiness when it comes to pizza or food in general .

Ponyboy on the other hand is a VERY picky eater (me too man me too).

like he can't stand spicy foods, won't touch olives within an inch of his his life, has to have the edges of his sandwhiches cut off, won't eat pizza crust unless it's stuffed crust, hates cooked vegetables, the list goes on.

Ponyboy loves breadsticks!! it's one of the few foods he genuinely really loves. Same with pickles.

Steve is 100% the kid who you could pay to eat the gross food combinations that people came up with during lunch. yk, like the beans in milk? he would eat that. no hesitation.

Sodapop doesn't like soda because of the carbonation. (again that's me too I don't like drinking soda bc the fizz hurts my mouth).

Darry and Two bit are both lactose intolerant, Darry's just isn't as bad as Two's. Two bit does NOT care though because he loves eating lactose.

Also he loves BBQ sauce, Soda likes ketchup, and Pony loves ranch. like he LOVES it. he was the kid to eat it straight up.

Dallas hates sour foods, he can not stand pickles. He also hates fish, like he doesn't like sea food at all.

Dally also doesn't like mint, his favorite type of gum is watermelon.

He also is the type of person to chew with his mouth open. Like he didn't even realize he was doing it at first until people pointed it out. Then he did it to annoy them, especially Pony.

Ponyboy will get irritated and tell him to chew with his mouth shut and Dally would move his head so he was chewing directly into Pony's ear.

Johnny has random food cravings. like peanut butter on pickles, mustard on ice cream, etc. Pony has to hold back the urge to throw up.

Steve put sugar on his popcorn. he was also the type of person to have popcorn with his ice cream and m&ms and torn up pieces of candy bars & chocolate syrup, and probably maple syrup. he would throw any kind of sweet know to man into a bowl of ice cream and eat it.

Two bit really likes seafood. like he loves fish sticks.

Johnny was allergic to eggs and peaches as a kid. He isn't as much now, but he can't eat peaches anyway because he doesn't like the way they taste.

Headcanons w/ them and certain animals (dogs, cats, insects, etc.):

Darry loves dogs. He loves them and he really doesn't like cats because he thinks they're more of a hassle to take care of. Ponyboy loves cats and would rather have one than a dog. Sodapop loves both.

I saw someone else say Dally is scared of dogs and I just couldn't agree more. He really doesn't like them, and he isn't much of a cat person. He loves snakes though, like if he had the chance to have a pet snake he would 100% have one.

Ponyboy is terrified of any/all insects & bugs, including butterfly. He's allergic to bees as well.

He screams bloody murder if he sees a spider in the house and he HAS to be in a different room if there is one.

Johnny on the other hand isn't scared of them at all. He was the kid who would cry if someone squished a spider, so whenever Ponyboy is freaking out over one he will either a.) calmly pick it up and move it out of the house. or b.) be trying to capture it and tell ponyboy that it keeps moving so its hard to catch.

Then Darry would come in with a cup and paper and call them sissies.

Dally tormented Pony because of his fear of bugs. He would actually chase Pony around with a bug for his own enjoyment.

Miscellany headcanons:

Dallas finds horror movies hilarious. Like he isn't scared of them one bit and is completely unbothered. Johnny and Pony will be clinging to eachother during one and Dally is all like, "Cmon man, it's not even that scary!"

Johnny is afraid of thunderstorms and the dark. Like genuinely he is actually so scared of them.

Both Dally and Johnny bounce their legs when they're sitting, especially if they're nervous about something.

Ponyboy picks at the skin around his nails and Johnny scratches his hands a lot when he's nervous, neither of them really realize they're doing it.

Pony can't stand sherpa. like if the last remaining blanket was sherpa, he would rather sleep without a blanket.

Pony isn't the biggest fan of heights or rollercoasters and Soda doesn't like carnival rides that spin because they make him nauseous.

Dallas would rather die than use sunscreen, he absolutely hates it. Ponyboy loves sunscreen.

Two bit burns really easily. like he'll be outside for 30 minutes and he's already getting sunburnt.

Johnny doesn't go anywhere without his Jean jacket, it's his comfort item.

Steve was the kid to chew on his hoodie strings and his pencils. He couldn't have a wooden pencil without it having so many bite marks in it.

Darry cracks like every single one of his bones and it is so LOUD. He'll twist so he can stretch his back and it'll sound like if firecrackers and rice crispies had a baby.

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[newtdrawz]

(The picture is from pinterest and I do have it linked!!)

I got an ask for Dally & Two-bit friendship hc's but it got lost/tumblr kidnapped it away from me 💔😞 so I hope whoever asked this see's this 🙏

These two are actually so funny together and everyone just forgets that

With Dally's sarcasm and unhingeness(??) And Two-bit's humor and one off comments, I fear they may be the funniest duo in Tulsa 😞

Two-bit will comment on something or make fun of someone and then Dally comes in and just adds onto it, so now they're just going back and forth, feeding off of each other

They're even worse when they're talking about a soc 😭 they are RUTHLESS with their insults, they'll find things that someone didn't even know they could be insecure about

Truly they're an unstoppable duo cuz when they steal they almost always get away with it

Two-bit is known for stealing but Dally is also pretty good at it too

When they're working together to steal they could literally just take ANYTHING

If they really wanted they could probably steal a TV and get away with it 😭

Dally always says be sneaky but Two-bit always says "just act like you're supposed to have it and they won't take it from you"

They'll use each other as distractions too if they really need too

They somehow became the designated babysitters (aka make sure Pony doesn't get in big trouble or Darry will kill them and make sure Johnny doesn't get jumped again)

Since Dally always hangs out with Pony and Johnny (Mostly Johnny) and Two-bit always hangs out with them (Mostly Pony) they end up just grouping together

Sometimes all 4 of them hanging out turns into "let's watch Dallas do something illegal and see if he can get away with it" or "let's watch Two-bit do something incredibly stupid and dangerous and see if he lives"

As you can imagine Two and Dally are great entertainers

Whenever all 4 of them are together the most common phrase said is "Don't tell Darry"/"don't tell Darry that I let you do that" cuz let's be honest if Pony OR Johnny got into some serious trouble or hurt Darry would be enraged

These two are an unstoppable duo when it comes to fighting

In rumbles these two on their own or working together during a rumble are CRAZY, everyone better WATCH OUT 😭

These two become UNHINGED during a fight, especially when they're feeding off of each other's energy lol

These two also can plan pretty well, they'll discuss who is gonna stay by Pony and Johnny (if they go) and who's gonna be in the middle of the rumble

They prefer it when they both get to be in the middle of all the chaos lol

Two-bit talks while Dally listens

Two could talk for hours about literally everything and nothing and Dally will just sit there and listen

Once in awhile Dally will comment on something or answer a question if Two-bit asks him something but usually Two-bit is the one talking

One might think that Dally isn't listening or comprehending anything Two says but he is AND ITS NOT CUZ HE'S NICE (he is,, we've discussed this 😭😭)

Dally will remember things Two-bit might have said a week ago and Two-bit is genuinely surprised everytime, not because no one remembers things he says but because he knows he talks SO MUCH 😭

Two made Dally into a secret mickey mouse fan

If Two is at the Curtis's house and he's watching mickey mouse then Dally will just sit and watch with him

He's sat through so many animated shorts that he's actually a little excited when he walks in and Two already has it on

Two-bit knows Dally likes watching the cartoons too but he'll never say anything about it because he knows Dally will get embarrassed lol

Sometimes tho after they turn off the TV Dally will comment on it (Dal: I didn't like that episode. Two: ya didn't? Dal: No, I wasn't really watchin it but I didn't like the bits I saw.) (His ass is LYING he WAS watching it 😭😭😭)

No one really thought they were close so it comes as a suprise

I like to think they're pretty close with each other and try to hang out time to time

The rest of the gang didn't really expect them to be friends, since they're both pretty different

Dally has the broody loner front that he puts up while Two-bit is loud and almost EVERYONES friend

Two has definitely brought Dally's friendly side out more tho (only with the gang tho 😭)

OK 👏

I hope these were good and ofc we all know my disclaimer by now 😭 if these are ooc I am sorry 🙏😭 but yeah anyway these were really fun to do and these guys are a fun duo to think abt!!

Fell free to add onto these or ask for more hcs!! I really like doing these type of posts for characters!!

#the outsiders #two bit mathews #dally winston #keith mathews #dallas winston #the outsiders dally #the outsiders two bit #the sillies #the outsiders headcanons #outsiders headcanons #ask reply #ask response #but i lost the ask #💔😞

[the-greasers-angel]

♡ “Common doll five more minutes” ♡

You sighed as you put your head on your desk. You had been studying for your finals , you needed to pass your finals, especially your math test one since you had always struggled with it. You were exhausted from all the work and studying that you were doing and you couldn't wait for all of it to be over.

You were so tired that you didn't even hear your boyfriend, dally winston, sneaking into your room through your window. He walked over to you gently putting his hand on your back as you jumped a little looking up at him “ hell doll, you doin alright?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yea” you said sitting up in your chair and stretching a little as then dally picked you up from your chair with you gently clinging to him as he carried you to your bed sitting on the edge holding you. 

He looked at your for a small second as he began to kiss you softly. Time had passed and it had been about 15 minutes  of soft kisses as you slowly pulled away from him “ dally  I need to get back to studying “ you say as he shakes his head no “ five more minutes doll” he said kissing you again. 

You kissed his back softly as you pulled away again “Dally no, I need to pass” you said giving him a look “ your gonna do fine doll” he said as he kissed you again 

You sighed softly and gave up with a small smile kissing him as he held you cause both of you knew that everything in that moment was perfect <3

#outsiders fanfic #outsiders fanfiction #outsiders headcanons #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders hcs #dally winston

[thecraziness]

rip steve u would've loved daddy issues by the *neighbourhood

#sorry yall #the outsiders #outsiders headcanons #steve randle

[a-punchline-on-duct-tape]

buck merril in an average dallas fanfic being forced to listen to y/n getting their guts completely rearranged

#the outsiders #theoutsiders #outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #curly shepard #angela shepard #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #that was then this is now #the outsiders sodapop #buck merrill #buck merrill headcanons #dally #dallas winston x reader #dally x reader #dallas x reader #dallaswinston headcanons #johnny cade #tim shepard #dallaswinston #dallas winston smut

[stargiirl27]

do you have any outsiders hcs? 🙈

HELL YEAH I DO, here's a few

ponyboy is gifted a polariod camera at some point and is all over that shit, he has marked and dated pictures of the gang hung up on his wall at college

johnny doesn't really think the beatles are all that bad, but he keeps it to himself lest the boys make fun of him for it

steve was really close with his mom, and part of the reason he and his dad don't get along is because she was what tied them together as a family, and with her gone the two feel more like strangers than father and son

dallas never had a thing for redheads until he met cherry, afterwards that's all he goes after

#these are just a few of my favorites!! #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #se hinton #outsiders headcanons

[northernlightalaska]

How they would ask you to prom!

WARNING BAD PICKUP PROM LINES (the gangs lines are in bold!)

WARNING BAD SPELLING WARNING BAD WORDS!

Also I'll do part 2 with the Shepards+ the some of the socs tomorrow

Darry

You were getting ready to cheer for the football game it was about 2 weeks before prom then darry tapped you on the shoulder

"hey y/n"

"hey what's up?"

"wanna tackle prom with me?"

Y/n laughed a tiny bit

"yes dar I will go to prom with you"

"oh thank gosh Oh uh I got you flower by the way! oh and those candies you told me about!"

he was def stressing since he needed it be prefect (sodapop gave him the pick up line)

He spent at least 30 minutes trying to pick out the best flowers

Sodapop

(just image he didn't drop for the plot please 😭)

Him and Steve definitely practiced for hours

"hey uh will you uh"

"dang it soda! get your head in the game she ain't go with you if don't act with bravery!"

"Oh shut your trap Steve you ain't got no date at all"

"hey!"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"hey Y/n wait up!"

soda walked up to as you were getting ready to get in your car

"oh hey soda whats up?"

Y/n smiled at him and he took a deep breath

"You know since your such a bright star maybe you should light up my night at prom?"

"Oh sure soda! I'd love to go to prom with you!"

Soda flashed his a million dollar smile

"well great! can't wait to see your dress I bet it'll look great on you"

"awe thank you soda! You'll look great too now see ya!"

"yeah,yeah see ya!"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"Yo dude she said yes!"

"hell yeah man!"

add in high five

Ponyboy

He went to darry to ask for some advice since he didn't know what to do at all

"hey dar.."

"yeah pony whats up?"

"I wanna uh ask out this girl to prom but I don't know how... can you help me..?"

"oh yeahs sure ponyboy I forgot it was prom season"

Darry gave him the run down about flowers,what candies to get and maybe a little extra gift

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You were at the park watching the sunset and ponyboy taped your arm

"hm? oh hey pony oh whats with the flowers?"

"oh uhmm I got these before since I wanted to ask you something.."

"yeah what is it..?"

"I think it'd be a real page turner if we went to prom..?'

"I loved to go to prom with you pony!" *y/n smiled*

"Oh uhm I got you that book you were talking about"

"thank you pony boy I love it"

He was screaming in his pillow because he said the pick up two bit told him and two-bit started to laugh his ass off when he found out pony said the pick up line

Dallas

Now did he have almost all the girls in Tulsa wanting him yeah? but he'd got bored of most of most of them and thought he'd try this prom date thing.. and he wanted to at least do I good so he bought (stole) you a pack of cigarettes and some cd he was pretty sure you liked and wrote on the inside of the cigarette box to ask you (a lot of effort for dally)

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You and him were at a rodeo and he thought he'd get over with and ask you

"Hey Y/n"

"Yeah dal whats up?"

*Dallas handed you pack of cigarettes and the cd*

"oh thanks dal! but it ain't my birthday yet..?"

"just look inside the cig box!"

"Okay man jeez!"

*y/n opened the box and read it*

"Oh uhm Yeah I'd love to go with ya Dallas you ain't pranking me right?"

"No y/n I ain't pranking It was hard work to stea- I mean but that stuff!"

Johnny

he needed to ask ponyboy and Dallas for help since he didn't know what to do

"Guys what do I do..?"

"man do you just want us to beat up then make her say yes?"

"No! Dallas none of you are beating her up!!"

"Well I think You should pick her some flowers and-"

"LAMEEEEE BOOOOO"

-⛸-Later-⛸-

You were laying in the lot waiting for johnny since you two usually hung out at the lot

*johnny hide the flowers he picked in his jean jacket pocket*

"Oh hey johnny thought you got busy"

"nope just lost track of time"

*johnny sat next to y/n*

"so uh you know how proms coming up right?"

"Oh yeah my families super excited for me since I get to go this year"

"So since Proms coming up I was wondering if you could go to the dance with me? and maybe we could go to the movies ro the dinner atfer..?"

*johnny took out the flowers and handed them to you*

"oh.. johnny yes of course! I'd love to go to prom with you! and I'd love to go the dinner after prom we could get some sundaes or something at the dinner!"

Y/n smiled and johnny and so did johnny

Two-Bit

"heyy y/n!"

"Oh hey two whats up"

"Maybe you should not be a meanie and go with this-"

*y/n laughed*

"I wasn't done with the joke yet!"

"sorry sorry I heard you telling it to Dallas earlier and had to laugh at it sorry sorry keep going!"

*loud dramatic two-bit sigh*

"will you go to prom with me?"

"Yes I will two then we can watch mickey after"

"HELL YEAH WHOOOOO"

Steve randle

(guys he didn't drop out your crazy talking)

he was practicing with sodapop and made sure he was going to get everything right

"man I'm so sacred what if she says no? what id she says no!"

"steve she won't say no I mean look at you! you look so tuff man!"

He made ponyboy write you a wrote so he could put in in his toolbox to ask you out to prom

-⛸-Later-⛸-

"hey Y/N uh pass me that wrench!"

"oh sure stevie here ya go!"

"hey can you go in my tool box and uh get me the rag outta their Please?"

"Oh sure I guess"

Y/n opened the tool box and saw the note and read it

_dear y/n please to go prom with me if yes say so if not you never saw this note and you've never saw this! Xo steve!_

"Oh here's the rag steve and yes I will go to prom with you I think theirs a drag race going on the day after and maybe we could go?"

"Oh yeah we should do that!" Later

"YEAHH WOOO SHE SAID YES I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD YEAHHHH!!"

"I KNEW SHE"D SAY YES TO YOU MAN GIVE ME SOME!"

High five!

#darry curtis #outsiders #the outsiders #two bit mathews #headcanon #outsiders headcanons #steve randle #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston

[wannaseewhatshangin]

Sodapop when he first saw yo cute fine ass 🤍

First of all..when you walked into the DX. HAHAHA- boy just about fainted.

I’m serious.

He thought he was seein stars ✨

“👁️👄👁️ Steve..who is that”

“That’s y/n, she’s pretty sweet, as far as I talked to her.”

“Yeah..” he says absentmindedly

“Dude, your staring”

“What?! No I’m not..tf” “okkk whaaateva”

Y’all hanging out at his house with two bit Dallas and them

Expect to catch him staring at you.

You thinking you have something on your face.

“Is there something on my face?” “👁️👄👁️ ……huh? Oh- no”

Him losing his shit on the inside when you talk to him.

He has liked you since he saw ya and he could even say that he loves you.

Him blushing a lot.

“Aww soda blushin over his babaygorl *kissing noises*” “shut up two bit!!!!!*throws pillow*”

Him protecting you from socs.

Best believe someone gettin they shit rocked if they insult you.

When you two do end up dating…oh god..

You.have.him.whipped.

Says yes to anything you want. You are totally against it but he won’t budge.

“Can we get Mexican food?” Y’all already had Mexican food this week but he says yes anyway. “Of course babe” “we don’t have to” “babe..if you want Mexican food then we are getting Mexican food.”

“Now give me a kiss” so adorable 🥰 🫶

Cuddles in the back of his car.

…he will stare at your ass. I’m not even gonna lie.

You could literally be just laying on his bed.

“Dayum gurl” “shut upuhhh”

The boys literally shipping you two like there is no tomorrow.

“Aww you guysss” “shut up dally”

He has to be kissin you or huggin you..or both.

Has his hand on your ass when your two are cuddling sometimes. WITH CONSENT!!!!

He is a boy of consent.

You are literally his baby, his boo boo

His sunshine

His ehitdvhjkkjswrhhjjytrfffhbnhr

Everything.

You mean everything to him fr fr.

This is him whenever you just breathe “❤️❤️🤍🤍❤️♥️💙💜💗🖤💛💖💞💚❣️💓🧡💘💝👩‍❤️‍👨🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🤍🤎😍😍😍😍😍😘😘🥰😘😘 AHHHHH FTYGFJIHDSWRIJJBVDGJK YOU SO FINE HDRYNGJVFYJMKK”

LMFAO

<3

🫶🫶🫶

Kissing you is like his FAVORITE thing ever.

You have him like “🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭”

He thinks about you before he falls asleep without even realizing it. So cute.

He talks about you. ALL.THE.TIME

“She’s just so beautiful Steve..i think I’m gonna marry her.” “Marry her? I’d love to see that.”

“🤭yeah..”

#ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #sodapop x reader #outsiders headcanons #outsiders fanfic

[coquettejohnny]

dally probably had stick n poke tattoos as a side hustle when he was in jail and even gave some to the gang, tim too

he probably did piercings with ice and a sewing needle too while we're at it. the needles were never sterilized either so you can imagine how infected they'd get LMAO

he'd only be terrified of doing one on ponyboy because he knew if darry found out he'd get his shit rocked,, he mainly did it on himself and tim though

#the outsiders #dallas winston #tim shepard #stick and poke #diy piercing #diy tattoo #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #outsiders headcanons

[sleeplessgreaser]

could you pleaseee write steamy jally. like maybe a make out session like nothing too intense but a little exciting and heated thank youu

yes, yes i will - thank you for asking me to, i needed motivation to start writing them again lol

Treat Me Like a Fool

pairing: Johnny x Dally word count: 587 warning: slightly nsfw!!

Original gif made by gentle-decades

The radio was playing an Elvis song, because of course it was. The slow opening chords of "Love Me" danced with the sounds of the night - the crickets chirping to each other, the buzzing of late summer cicadas - and the soft rumble of the T-bird's engine. As soon as Dallas put it in park he turned to look at Johnny, who was sitting in the passenger's seat and chewing his nails as he stared out into the dark.

Dally had been glad when Ponyboy said he had homework to do that night. He didn't have a problem with the kid, but Dal and Johnny hadn't had much time alone as of late and he was itching for any kind of physical contact between the two of them.

With one hand still on the steering wheel, he reached over to grab Johnny's thigh, squeezing it gently. When those dark eyes finally turned to look at him he couldn't help but smirk. No matter how many times they touched, Johnny always reacted like it was the first. His eyes were wide and almost fearful, but Dallas knew better; that was how Johnny usually looked. He tugged at Johnny's leg, urging him to turn a bit more towards him before leaning over the center console to kiss him.

He could feel Johnny's body tense when their lips made contact, then slowly easing into it and relaxing as Dallas pushed closer, pulling at the smaller boy's bottom lip and sucking on it gently. One of Johnny's hands found its way up to Dally's shoulder, curling around the collar of his jacket, while the other lightly touched at the hand that had slid between Johnny's thighs to grope at his crotch. When Dallas's tongue forced its way between his lips and licked at the roof of his mouth, Johnny gasped, then whined as the hand between his legs squeezed him carefully. Dally huffed a quiet laugh before releasing his grip and leaning back into his seat, licking his lips.

"C'mere."

Johnny didn't need to be convinced. He pulled himself over the center console, carefully settling in Dallas's lap with a leg on either side of the older boy's hips and his hands coming to rest on Dallas's chest. Dally snaked a hand under the seam of Johnny's tee shirt to grasp his hip, his pinkie finger slipping under the band of his jeans - just barely venturing into restricted territory. His other hand reached up to grasp the smaller boy's chin, delicately pulling him closer and reconnecting their mouths. Johnny moaned into it, humming at the warmth and the way Dally's tongue toyed with his. The curl of Dal's grin was obvious for Johnny to feel, and he couldn't help the way it made him smile too.

Dallas's thumb kneaded at the flesh on the inside of Johnny's hip before dipping further down, trying to burrow beneath the waistband of his jeans. Johnny leaned into the touch, moving to wrap his arms behind Dally's neck and letting his full weight press against him. The pressure under Dal's fingers grew as he worked to hold him there, perched perfectly on his lap, his thumb now digging into the muscle of Johnny's hip.

Dallas hummed, pulling away to nip at Johnny's jawline and trail gentle kisses down his throat. He watched as the younger boy's Adam's apple bobbed in time with panting breaths, and he laughed, resting his forehead on Johnny's shoulder.

"Christ, you're so… you drive me crazy, you know that?"

#obligatory elvis song #shoutout to veepy for that last line #i think im actually getting better at writing sexy things?? and i think thats neat #the outsiders 1983 #jally #johnny x dally #johnny cade #dallas winston #fanfic #drabble #ficlet #the outsiders fanfiction #sleepless writes #no sleep for greasers #outsiders headcanons