#The Outsiders reader insert

[make-me-imagine]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Plot: After the Greasers leave the diner Y/n works at, Y/n is left to clean up, but Darry decides to stay behind and help. While alone in the diner, Darry plays some music, and takes the moments to show Y/n how he feels. *fluff/romance + part song!fic

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss at the end, but that's it

Words: 1.6k

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You watched the boys goof around with a smile on your face, as you brought out the burgers and fries. Setting the platter of food down, you chuckled as they acted like a pack of wolves, grabbing the food quickly.

"Thanks for keeping the diner open late for us Y/n." Pony said with a smile at you.

"It's no problem Pony, I always like seeing you guys."

"And you prefer when we come in when the diner is empty so we don't scare off the other customers." Two-Bit said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes a bit. "I never said that."

"But your dad did." Soda added.

"Yes, he did. And you're lucky I was able to convince him to allow you guys in at all."

"Lucky, and very thankful." Darry broke in as he smiled up at you.

You felt your breath hitch as he did, and smiled in return, unable to speak. "Holler if you want anything else." You said quickly to the group before turning and waking off, cursing your sudden shyness that always came when Darry was around.

The boys smirked to themselves and each other, having always noticed the change in demeanor. Soda nudged his elbow into Darry's side, giving him an amused look. Darry reached over, ruffling his hair and pushing his head down. His eyes followed you as you disappeared in the back, his own heart beating rapidly.

- - -

"Bye Y/n!" A cacophony of voices called out as the boys all began to leave the diner.

You waved at them with a smile. "Make sure you pay for the drive-in this time!"

"Never!" Two-Bit yelled back, making you laugh.

Looking over at the tabled the boys had occupied, you let out a huff of breath. 'I love those boys, but jeez are they messy' You thought to yourself as you walked over to the tables, bringing a small trashcan with you. Pieces of burger and fries littering the trays and table. The chairs were moved around, one knocked over after Steve and Two-Bit got into a playful wrestling match.

As Darry began to head out of the diner, he looked back at you, and noticed for the first time, just how much of a mess they made. He felt his gut clench.

Looking back at the others, calling out "I'll meet you guys later!"

What came in return was a mix of teasing comments and whistles, he shook his head with a roll of his eyes before walking back into the diner.

As you crouched down to pick up some napkins from the floor, you jolted as a hand appeared beside you, picking up trash from the table.

Looking up, your eyes met Darry's familiar eyes. "Oh, Darry, did you forget something?" You said as you stood up.

"No, I just thought I'd help clean up."

"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have too, really."

He smiled widely at you. "It's the least I can do after you stay behind late just feed us. Plus look at this mess, I really gotta teach those punks some manners."

You smiled as you watched him take the trash can and started dumping stuff in it. "Aren't you gonna miss the movie?"

He shook his head softly, "It's alright, I've seen it." He looked up at you, seeing you quickly picking up the chairs, avoiding his gaze. He smiled to himself as he fixed the other chairs.

Turning to him you smiled softly. "Thanks again. I'm just gonna go get a couple rags to wipe the tables down." Turning, you walked back towards the kitchen, away that Darrel watched you go. You felt heat crawl up your neck and ears.

Darrel turned, looking around the rest o the diner, his eyes stopping on the nearby jukebox. Walking over, he started to look through the songs. Hearing you walk back in, he looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you quickly began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs.

As you did so, you tried to distract yourself from the thought of being alone with Darrel. You started to hum to yourself, not thinking it was loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to divert your own thoughts.

Darrel smiled as the tune you hummed met his ears. He recognized the song, and noted how sweet the tune sounded coming from you. Looking back at the jukebox, he began to flip through the songs, before he stopped on one. Looking back once more at you, he smiled to himself before he put in his change and selected the song.

As music started playing across the diner, you paused in your actions. Looking over at the jukebox, you saw Darrel turn back towards you, a smile on his face. It was the song you had been humming, making you aware he could hear you. You felt your face grow hot as Darrel walked over to you

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

As Darrel stopped in front of you, he smiled and reached out his hand. You stood up straight, and stared at in in silence before meeting his eyes, a questioning gaze on your face.

He grinned at you. "Dance with me."

You looked at his hand again, and your heart was beating rapidly. Meeting his gaze he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

Reaching out, your hand hesitated for a moment before you set your hand on top of his. Wrapping his hand around yous, he smiled softly at you before he led you into the open floor space.

You could feel your heartbeat pulsating in your ears as it pounded heavily. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him, and lightly set his hand on your waist as you began to sway to the music.

People say that love's a game A game you just can't win If there's a way I'll find it someday And then this fool will rush in

A small smile sat on his face as he looked down at you, "I want to thank you again Y/n, for being so nice to my brothers and the other Greasers."

You smiled in return, shaking your head a bit. "They're nice to me, why wouldn't I be nice in return? Besides, I never let anyone else's opinions on people effect my own."

"It's rare to find someone like you Y/n, I really hope you don't let anyone's opinion about how you treat us effect that."

You shook your head. "I don't."

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, tell me Tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)

His smile widened a bit as you continued to rotate around the room. Your eyes locked, and you found yourself unable to look away, as the tension grew.

Slowly, Darrel pulled you closer, your chests touching. Your breath hitched as he gently brushed his nose against yours, all the while he kept his eyes locked with yours.

Realizing the two of you had stopped dancing, you took a breath, taking your hand out of his, watching as he slowly inched closer. He put his other hand on your waist, holding you gently. Just as his lips brushed against yours, you felt yourself pull away, as you laid your head on his shoulder, almost in shame.

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, baby Put your head on my shoulder

Darrel only smiled to, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. He spoke softly into your ear, "You don't have to be afraid to me."

Looking up quickly, you met his eyes and shook your head "I'm not afraid of you Darrel." You said softly, a sad tone to your voice.

"Then why wont you let me kiss you?" He asked, a soft smile playing at his lips.

You opened your mouth to speak, but hesitated. You thought for a moment before replying. You looked down, "You can do so much better than me Darrel."

He furrowed his brow after you spoke. "You're wrong." Slowly, you looked up again, meeting his eyes. He continued. "I've never met anyone like you, I could never find anyone better than you. If anyone could do better it's you."

You felt your face grow hot again, feeling bashful again, you looked back down at your feet. The diner was now silent, as the song finished. A moment passed before you felt him hook his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him.

As your eyes locked again, he brought his hand up, gently caressing your cheek. You saw his eyes flick to your lips again, and you took a breath, you would not pull away this time.

Slowly, he leaned in, and you tilted your head up to meet him. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently met yours. His palm cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling away a few moments later, breathless, your eyes fluttered open, locking with his grey ones. You smiled softly, and his smile widened. Suddenly, he stepped away, and you looked at him with mild confusion. Watching him, he went over to the jukebox, and a moment later the song began to replay.

Walking back over to you, he reached out his hand. Smiling, you took it, no hesitation this time. Pulling you close to him, you smiled at each other as you began to dance again, forgetting the time, or where you were, and even what lead up to this moment. You were lost in each other's presence, and eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

xx End xx

The song is 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' - By Paul Anka

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo The Outsiders Taglist: @spuffyfan394; hope you dont mind me adding you to this lol

#Darrel Curtis #Darry Curtis #Darrel Curtis/Reader #The Outsiders #Darrel Curtis x Reader #Darry Curtis/Reader #Darry Curtis x Reader #The Outisders/Reader #The Outsiders reader insert #patrick swayze #Darrel Curtis x You #Darry Curtis/You #Darry Curtis x GN!Reader #oneshot #one shot #fic #fluff #songfic #patrick swayze/reader #the outsiders fic

[theghooligan]

aemond: my uncle is a challenge i welcome, if he dares face me—

daemon:

#house of the dragon #look i love show aemond #but i am team black (DUH) #but that was fucking laughable 😂😂 #he really thinks he’s hard as shit huh #*insert we gonna step outside step outside for what we gonna fight meme* #daemon really said ‘im about to beat this bitch UP’ #daemon plotting evilly in the corner doing the pyramid of evil contemplation with his hands #meanwhile aemond is secretly fangirling over his uncle 😍 #hotd #hotd meme #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #daemon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #aegon ii x reader

[chimkin-samich]

First month on the job and Sun seems already smitten.

They're lonely and touchstarved your honour.

Tari is also practically vibing, which is a nice change for them.

Part 1/2

This was originally just something silly to explain their drastic design divergence from anything even remotely canon in this au, but I went and I turned it into angst cuz that's what I do best 🙃

Part 2/2

#shut up feral #Art #Comic #Arts #Comics #Small comic for once #sun x reader #sundrop and moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #sundrop x self insert #sundrop x oc #sundrop x y/n #sundrop x you #sundrop fnaf #sundrop and moondrop #Biblically accurate sundrop #We are surrounded by fire in the mountains #A dumpster caught on fire and now the city is on approximate lockdown cuz of the toxic smoke #47 degrees celsius outside #and im like #Caught red handed and simping

[fun-k-boards]

People who just put reader when they actually mean curvy but also skinny, cishet, fem reader who has long hair, is white and American, has a wealthy family that's nuclear, likes to wear dresses and skirts, likes to wear makeup and nail polish, likes specific foods and wears high heels everywhere are my fucking enemy, especially if it's for a game WHERE THE PLAYER ISN'T LIMITED AND IS CUSTOMISABLE!!

If you do this I hope you get trapped in a ball pit full of legos, it takes approximately five seconds to put 'Oh btw the reader is basically just an oc but because I'm annoying I'm going to say it's a reader anyway to get more reach'

#honestly this applies to media outside of games as well #but it infuriates me more when you already have an inclusive game #and you make a non inclusive 'x reader' that only applies to certain people #theres nothing wrong with ocs! #or even making the reader have a specific personality or look #JUST SAY IT BEFOREHAND!!! #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #reader #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert

[supercap2319]

"Hey, Darr? You seen my jeans? I know I left em right outside the door when I went to take a shower." Soda asked, in a towel and dripping wet.

Darry looks at his younger brother. "Y/N went towards yours and Pony's room to hide em. Thought it would be funny."

"That little minx. I'ma teach him a lesson he won't forget." Soda walks towards his bedroom as Darry smiles.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #the outsiders sodapop #Sodapop x male reader #sodapop curtis #Sodapop Curtis x male reader #rob lowe #Rob Lowe x male reader #the outsiders #se hinton #greasers

[sardonic-the-writer]

sodapop x female reader headcanons

he leaves you for a man

#i find this funnier than it should be as a reader insert fanfic writer #the outsiders #sodapop #sodapop curtis #shitpost #shitposting #sardonic rambles

[imagine-you]

I'll Be the Vision of Your Happiness (Dallas Winston/Reader)

Summary: "And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay."  Word Count: 5.7k Author's Note: Just a silly, self-indulgent little thing I've had on my mind for years. I finally decided to write because damn it, I had to. Reader is Darry's, Soda's, and Ponyboy's sister. Just a year younger than Darry. Title comes from the song Earth Angel, because that was the title of this fic up until a few moments ago. Huge canon divergence in this fic...because I had to.

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Everyone on your side of town had a rough life, but growing up, you never would have guessed. Your parents had done their best to shield you from the worst of it and it wasn't until they were gone that you realized just how much they did for you and your brothers.  

Even though you were only a year younger than him, Darry tried to take full responsibility for you and your younger brothers. He quit school and got himself a job and then another one when he realized that wasn't going to cut it. When you tried to follow in his footsteps, he chewed you out for trying to ruin your life.  

"You even think of dropping out and so help me--" 

"So you get to bear the weight of all of our worlds on your shoulders, but I can't help? What the fuck, Dar? That's not fair," you argued, knowing that getting Darryl to budge would be near impossible, but you had to try.  

"Watch your language," Darry scolded, shooting you a disapproving glare.  

"You're not dad, Dar," you reminded him. "And just because you're the oldest--" 

"All of you are my responsibility. Who else is going to keep a roof over our heads? Mom and dad are gone and I'm the only one who can take care of the rest of you." 

"That's bullshit and you know it. Listen, I don't have to go to school--" 

"Stop," Darry snapped, his tone final, warning you not to argue. "You're going to school and you're gonna make something of yourself. Got it?" 

You knew it was no use trying to get through Darry's stubbornness, so you continued taking classes, but you would be damned if you didn't contribute. So, you got a job as a waitress on the other side of the train tracks, catering to socs and taking their money to benefit a bunch of greasers.  

Because while you had your brothers, you also couldn't deny that the rest of the gang was your family as well.  

Your not-so-secret favorite of the bunch was Two-Bit, because even though he was constantly mouthing off, he was also someone you knew would always have your back. He used his shoplifting habit to pick up things he thought you would like and while you didn't want to encourage him, you couldn't help but think he was incredibly sweet for someone who was always cracking jokes about everything and everyone. 

Johnny Cade was an absolute sweetheart and even though Ponyboy was the baby of the group, Johnny gave off a youthful innocence that had you wondering half the time how he ended up with a bunch of guys who would rather let their fists win their fights than words. You hated Johnny's parents for not protecting him from the world like they were meant to, so you took it upon yourself to watch out for him when you could and brought him food from the restaurant you worked at, since you knew his parents barely took the time to make sure he was eating enough.   

Steve Randall was Soda's best friend and while you hated the way he was so dismissive of Pony, you tolerated him for Sodapop's sake. It wasn't a secret he wasn't your favorite of the bunch and you had a feeling that the sentiment was mutual.  

And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay.  

It didn't make sense and it was dysfunctional as all get out, but they were your family, and you'd do anything for them.  

The day your life got flipped around for what felt like the thousandth time, you were sitting on the porch steps, reading a book for class. You were drawn from the story of fake identities and counts seeking revenge by your brother's distressed voice.  

"Pony!" You heard Soda yell before he took off. Two-Bit, Johnny, and Steve were right behind him, barely taking a second to hesitate before following your brother into what sounded like a fight.   

You stood, carelessly throwing your book down on the steps, before you rushed toward the sounds of yelling and cursing and punches being thrown. All you managed to catch was the end of the scuffle, surprised to see Dally there, since the last thing you knew he was locked up again. He threw a rock at the socs' car, nearly hitting the back window, sending it skittering across the road as the socs fled.  

It was then you saw Ponyboy, blood welling from a cut on his neck.  

"What the fuck did they do to you?" You hissed, dropping to your knees at your brother's side.  

"They ran him down," Soda answered, tipping Pony's head back to get a better look at the cut. "Shit, Pony," he sighed, wincing at the sight of the blood staining his neck.  

"What the hell were you thinking anyway?" Darry asked, surprising you. You hadn't even seen your older brother approach, but you shouldn't have been surprised that if there was trouble, he wouldn't let it go ignored. "You shouldn't be walking around by yourself." 

"I wanted to see a movie," Pony offered, letting Two-Bit help him to his feet.  

"Movies and books," Darry scoffed, reaching out to tap a finger against Pony's forehead. "You're going to be so caught up in that head of yours one day that you're not gonna see the hit coming." 

"Aw, lay off him," Soda told Darry, starting to lead Pony back to the house. "Those things make him happy."  

"Next time you want to go to the movies, I'll give you a ride," you offered, not liking the idea of your baby brother walking all over town by himself. It wasn't just the socs you had to worry about. There were rowdy greasers and people who wouldn't take too kindly to a greaser walking on their side of town. You didn't want him getting jumped again, so you would do just about anything to prevent it.   

"And next time you need a ride," Dallas started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "you know where to find me." 

"Dallas," you groaned, pushing him away. "What about Sylvia, huh?" 

Dallas' face scrunched up in annoyance before he shrugged his shoulders. "Cheated on me while I was locked up," he answered before reaching out to ruffle Johnny's hair. "That chick couldn't even wait a few months for me." 

"Shocker," you drawled, ignoring Dallas' noise of protest, before you sat back down on the porch steps and picked up your book.  

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dally asked, indignation in his tone.  

"Nothing. Just...," you trailed off, glancing up at Dallas. "Are you noticing a pattern with the kind of girls you go with?" 

"Well, it's not like you're giving me the time of day. Just say the word, babe," he added with a confident smirk.  

"Alright, can you two stop flirting and just get married already or something already?" Two-Bit joked, bumping into Dallas' side. "I'm sure Pony here would make a great flower girl, though. Leaving a trail of grease down the aisle and everything." 

"Knock it off, Keith," you scolded Two-Bit, grinning when his cheeks flushed red. You were the only one who got away with calling him by his actual name and you only ever used it when you needed him to back off.  

"Yeah, yeah," Two-Bit sighed, turning to look at the rest of the gang. "So, anyone want to do anything fun?" 

"There's a double feature tomorrow night at the drive-in," Pony piped up, ignoring Darry's pointed sigh, before he considered the rest of the gang.  

"I'll go," Johnny volunteered before he looked to Dallas. "What about it, Dally? You in?" 

"Sure," Dallas mused, dropping down onto the porch next to you. "Y/N can drive us." 

You snorted, elbowing Dallas in the side. "That offer stands for my brother and Johnny. You can walk, though," you told him, smirking at him.  

"Ouch," Dallas feigned hurt before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, doll, you really trust me out on these streets? I could get jumped. I could get arrested. I could get killed. Heck, I might just get all three in one night." 

"I know what you're capable of," you told him, not bothering to shake off his arm again, instead going back to your book. "Just this once," you allowed, since you weren't too keen on the idea of Dallas leading your brother all over town, starting trouble and dragging Pony and Johnny right into it.  

"Great," Dallas drawled, squeezing you close to him for a second before letting you go.  

Even though you hated yourself just a little bit for it, you couldn't help but think you liked being tucked against Dallas' side.  

You were able to drop the trio off at the drive-in the next night, but you had to take a reluctant shift at the restaurant, since one of your co-workers had fallen ill. Your boss offered you a little extra cash as an incentive and since Pony was going to need new running shoes for track, you couldn't exactly turn the offer down.   

If you had known what you would come home to, however, you would have told your boss there was no way in hell you were coming in on your day off.  

By the time you got back to the house, you were exhausted and tired and cold. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget that the world existed for the rest of the night.  

Instead, you came home to Darry sitting silent and still in the armchair by the phone and Soda nervously pacing the floor.  

"What happened?" You asked, stepping cautiously through the front door. "Is someone hurt? In jail? What's going on?" 

"Pony ran off," Soda answered, glancing at Darry, unsure. "He, uh, he got upset." 

"Have you looked for him? He runs fast, but he wouldn't go far. He probably just needs a minute." You weren't sure if you were trying to reassure your brothers or yourself.  

Darry shook his head and you couldn't tell if the expression on his face was one of guilt or anger. Knowing Darry, it was probably both.  

"Look, you two stay here," you told your brothers. "And I'll go look for Pony." 

"I don't like you out there at this time of night by yourself," Darry said, finally breaking his silence.  

"I'll be okay," you assured Darry, thinking of what you had stashed away in the glovebox of your car. The gun was the only reason Darry was okay with you having a job so far from home. It had belonged to your father and after he passed, Darry dug it out from beneath your parent's bed and presented it to you. 'Just in case,' he told you and you knew it was his way of trying to ensure he didn't lose any more family. 

Dallas had been the one to teach you how to use it. He was oddly pissed when he found out Darryl had handed you a gun with no pointers on how to use it. You chalked it up to grief on Darry's part, but Dallas wasn't willing to let it slide. He took it upon himself to make sure you knew how to use and aim it.  

He set up makeshift targets made out of tin cans in an empty field and didn't let you leave until he was positive you wouldn't hurt yourself if you ever had to use the weapon to defend yourself.  

You remembered the way his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back pressed firmly to his chest as he whispered in your ear how to gently squeeze the trigger. It shouldn't have made you so hot, but after years of ignoring Dally's advances, you couldn't stop yourself from turning in his embrace and pressing your lips to his. The kiss has been slow and languid, searching and questioning. You didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but in that moment, it certainly felt like it.  

Of course, your hopes for any future you might have with Dallas Winston were dashed the next day when you saw him flirting with the girl who worked as a cashier at the grocery store halfway across town. You had only been there to pick up some peanut butter and bread after your shift and at first you couldn't quite believe your eyes.  

It was then you realized Dallas was never really going to change and you shouldn't hold out hope that he ever would. You wanted two different things and you told yourself you were okay with that, even though you really weren't.  

"I'll be okay," you repeated, meeting Darry's eyes. "I'll bring him home. Trust me."  

Darry dipped his head in a nod, silently giving you permission to go. You ignored Soda's worried expression as he watched you leave the house, all your thoughts focused on finding your youngest brother and bringing him home. 

You had a hard time focusing on the road before you as you drove down the darkened streets of your neighborhood, searching fervently for Ponyboy. Every minute that passed had you clenching the steering wheel tighter in your hands. Anything could happen to Ponyboy if he was out alone at night and you didn't even want to consider the state you might find him in once you finally laid eyes on him.  

You wanted to find Pony so badly that you weren't sure if the commotion going on at the playground was real or all in your head. But there Pony was with Johnny, going up against four socs. You slammed your foot down on the brake, barely remembering to put the car in park, before you were hastily reaching into the glove box. Your fingers were just wrapping around the handle of the pistol when you saw a soc shove Johnny to the ground before they crowded around Pony, herding him towards the fountain.  

You were out of the car and rushing towards the group by the time they were dunking your little brother's head beneath the water. You could hear the socs laughing and you felt rage pour through your body, sweeping you up along with it. They were trying to kill your brother and they were laughing about it. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right. Indignation and panic were rising quickly up your throat and you weren't sure if you were about to start yelling or if you were going to throw up from the stress.  

You could see Johnny picking himself up from the ground, the glint of the knife in his hand catching your attention, and abruptly you knew how this would play out. Johnny would save your brother however he could, but he'd take the fall. Sweet, sensitive Johnny being locked up or worse wasn't something you were about to let happen.  

You raised the gun in the air and fired off a shot without a second thought about any consequences. The socs jumped and the one holding Pony let him go, startling so hard that he bumped into the lip of the fountain and fell to the ground. You saw the other socs stumble and scramble to turn towards you.  

While you had their attention, Johnny darted forward and grabbed Pony by the shoulders, hauling him up out of the fountain. Your brother spluttered, coughing up water and spitting it out onto the ground. 

"Hey," the blonde one slurred, clumsily getting to his feet before making a move towards Johnny.  

"Leave him alone," you shouted, keeping the socs' attention on you. Johnny was busy helping Ponyboy stay upright, patting his back when you brother started coughing up more water, but he kept a fearful, distrustful eye on the socs. "Or the next time I pull the trigger, I'll be aiming at you." 

"C'mon, Bob," one of the socs said. "Let's get out of here," he pleaded with his friend, reaching out to tug on his arm. "She's crazy and she's got a gun." 

"Not until they learn their lesson," Bob snarled, swaying towards your brother and Johnny. "They can't just talk to our girls and think they can get away with it. Not trash like them," he spat, bringing his fist back, as if he was going to aim a punch at Johnny. You saw the flash of rings caught in the streetlights and the absolute fear on Johnny's face and you knew without a doubt this was the soc that had jumped him not long ago.  

You pointed your weapon at Bob, not wanting him to have any doubt that he would be your target should you have to fire again. "Leave," you told him, trying to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking. Your confidence was waning with every second and you didn't want to lose it before the socs were gone. One slip and it was all over.  

"Let's go, man, she's off her rocker," you heard one of the socs mutter before they were all trailing back to their car. Bob looked like he still had half a mind to charge at your brother, even with the weapon pointed at him, but his friend with the curly brown hair kept a tight grip on his arm, towing him away.  

"We can go," you told the boys once you were sure the socs were gone and weren't going to circle back. 

"Y/N--," Johnny started. 

"Not now," you said, shaking your head, still on high alert waiting for headlights and cruel laughter to make a reappearance.  

The car was deathly silent as you drove home, keeping an eye on your rearview motor, while Johnny and Pony sat huddled together in the backseat. You could hear one or both of them shivering, so you drove a little faster, eager to get them back to the warmth and safety of your home.  

When you got back to the house, Soda was sitting on the front steps. He immediately stood up when he noticed your car and took off down the stairs and across the lawn when he noticed Johnny helping Pony out of the backseat. Your hands were trembling and you felt so restless that you knew going into the house would be a mistake. Darry would have questions and he would be gruff and stern and overprotective. Soda would be worried and nervous and you knew Pony and Johnny would be traumatized. You didn't have the energy to deal with all of that, so all you could think about was fleeing to a place where you felt safe.  

To your surprise, only one place came to mind.  

"I'll, uh, I've got something I've gotta do," you told Pony when he shot you a questioning glance. You knew he was wondering why you weren't shutting the car off or getting out. "I'll be home soon." 

"Y/N--," Soda tried to stop you, his brow furrowed with worry as he helped Johnny support Ponyboy.  

You shook your head, cutting him off. He frowned at you before reluctantly shutting the car door, allowing you to drive off.  

Your mind was spinning and you barely had the presence of mind to stuff the gun back into the glovebox. You didn't want Darry giving you the third degree and you didn't want Soda to pace nervously while he shot you what he thought were discreet, worried glances. Johnny and Pony could tell them what happened and Darry and Soda would watch out for them. They didn't need you, you told yourself over and over again. You didn't have to feel guilty for escaping when you needed to. For seeking out the one person who could help you process the events of the night.  

Two-Bit would just fuss over you and you sure as hell weren't going to go to Steve at a moment like this. You didn't realize your mind was fully made up until you found yourself pulling up to Buck Merrill's place.  

"Shit," you groaned, resting your forehead on the steering wheel. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, knowing that this was probably a mistake, before you forced yourself to get out of the car. You let your feet carry you to the front door while your mind spiraled through all the ways this could go wrong.  

"Yeah?" You heard someone ask, breaking you out of your trance.  

"Uh, hey," you managed to get out, recognizing Buck. "Is Dallas here?" 

Buck looked you up and down, leaning against the doorframe, as if keeping you from getting a good look at his place or who might be inside. "Who's asking?" 

"Just tell him it's Y/N, alright? He'll want to see me." It was a bluff and you suddenly had the striking fear that Dallas wasn't spending the night alone. What if he had a date? What if you were interrupting something? 

"Stay here," Buck's gruff voice pulled you out of your panic.  

You nodded your head, nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh as Buck shut the door on you. 

It wasn't long before you could see Dallas approach the door through the front window. He looked confused as he yelled something at Buck over his shoulder before he opened the door. His hair was sleep rumpled and there was a bruise blooming on his jaw, making you wonder if it was from a fist or a pair of lips.  

"Y/N? Do you know what time it is? What the hell is going on?" Dallas took a closer look at you before he seemed to notice the state you were in. You could feel yourself beginning to shake and you weren't sure if it was from the chill in the air or from shock. "Jesus, come on, get inside," he ordered, stepping aside to give you room to get past him. 

Dallas ushered you inside before leading you up the stairs and into a bedroom. The covers were rumpled and the pillow was halfway off the bed, as if Dallas had messed it up trying to get out of bed, but there was no sign that another person had been with him. You felt relieved for a brief, confusing moment, before the shock you had been fighting off hit you.  

"What's going on? You look spooked," Dallas observed, his brows furrowing in concern. 

You took a deep breath before you stumbled towards the bed. You dropped down onto the edge of it, fighting the urge to hide your face from Dallas so he wouldn't see you cry.   

"Johnny and Pony got into some trouble tonight."  

You knew Dally had a soft spot for Johnny and once he heard his name, his face drew tight in anger. You knew he was fearing the worst and while you had definitely avoided the worst-case scenario that night, you were having trouble trying to explain that at the moment. 

"Was it the socs again? They didn't get him, did they? Fuck, they're so dead this time." 

"Not really," you explained. "But they almost killed Pony. He could've died tonight, Dal." You could feel a sob working its way up your throat and you weren't sure if you would be able to stop it. You weren't all that surprised when you started rambling, instead. "They were trying to drown Pony and Johnny had a knife and I didn't know what to do, so I took the gun--" 

"Did you shoot one of 'em?" Dallas asked and from the calculating look on his face, you were sure he was already thinking of a dozen different escape plans that would have you running from the law and trying to evade a murder charge.  

"No, but I almost had to. They wouldn't back off and he was going to die, Dal. I could've lost my brother tonight. If I hadn't been there in time who knows what could have happened." You thought of Johnny and his knife and the determined glint in his eyes. "It could've been so much worse." 

"It's alright," Dallas soothed, dropping down to sit at your side. "You got there and you stopped them. That's what matters, right? And we'll make them pay for what they did. They can't just get away with it. They always get away with it and then we're the ones getting locked up because we don't have their connections."  

"I don't want you getting into any trouble. Not again," you told him, hating the thought of Dallas going away yet again.  

"I won't, doll," he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. You shivered and pressed closer against him, noticing the way his breath hitched.  

You turned your head to look at him, noticing the way his eyes dipped to consider your lips before meeting your eyes. All you could think about was that of all the places you could've run to, you went right to Dallas. It only felt right and after all this time of running away from him, when you couldn't deny how you felt any longer, you ended up right in his arms. Maybe it was where you should have been all along.  

"I don't want to get myself into any trouble either," you found yourself saying, focusing on Dallas' eyes and how he was zeroed in on you.  

"So, I'm trouble?" His lips quirked up in a smirk and you couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you.  

"You always have been. But maybe...," you trailed off, considering him. "But maybe I just don't care anymore," you said before you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Your hands were still shaking and you couldn't wrap your head around what almost happened to your brother, but you knew one thing. Dallas was where you turned when you felt unsafe and all you wanted at that moment was to be with him. You felt like nothing could go wrong as long as he was with you, holding you, pressed against you. So, you leaned into him, pouring every insecurity and fear into the kiss and letting him take them from you.  

You were tempted to spend the night with Dallas, but you only stayed for another few minutes. At some point during the kiss, Dallas had drawn away and simply pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He kept his arm tucked tight around your waist, a silent assurance that he had you.  

"I should go," you sighed, closing your eyes against the urge to look up at Dallas. You knew it would be hard to leave him, but it was something you had to do. Your brothers were probably worried sick about you and you didn't want to make them worry any longer.  

"You could stay," he offered. "Bed's big enough for two." 

"Darry would kill me," you told him. "Especially since i just drove off without a word once I dropped off Pony and Johnny." 

"Your big brother worries too much," Dallas complained before he reluctantly let you go.  

"He does," you agreed before taking a moment to kiss Dallas again. This one was quick and brief, a thanks for giving you refuge to sort yourself out, before you stood up. "I'll see you later," you promised. 

"Later," Dallas agreed, not bothering to get off the bed as you walked out.  

You figured it was better that way. If Dallas followed you, you'd have a hell of a lot harder time leaving him.  

Johnny was fast asleep on the couch when you wandered back into the house and Pony and Soda were both in bed, but you weren't surprised that Darry was waiting for you.  

"Where the hell did you go," he said, not bothering to phrase it as a question, but more of a demand for an answer.  

"I went to a friend's," you told him, completely aware of how much more he would worry if he found out you were with Dallas instead of staying home. "How are they?" You asked, gesturing towards where Johnny was still fast asleep on the couch.  

"Scared. Shaken up. They told us what happened." Darryl sighed, his shoulders releasing some of their tension. "It could have been a lot worse. I'm glad you got to them in time." 

"Yeah," you agreed, releasing a long breath. Your mind was finally starting to catch up to the fact that you were completely safe now. The adrenaline from the night was wearing and exhaustion was fast approaching to take its place. "I'm tired," you couldn't help but say, not even sure if you had the energy to drag yourself to bed. You thought for a fleeting moment of Dallas and his bed and the fact that you could have been sharing it with him right about now. But you knew it had been the right decision to go home, even if it wasn't completely what you had wanted.  

"Go to bed. We'll talk more tomorrow." Darry walked towards you, leaving his arms open for you to slip into his embrace. "Don't scare me like that again, alright?" He asked before he let you go. "I understand, but after everything we've been through...," he let the end of his sentence go unsaid, letting you mentally finish it yourself. "Love you, kid." 

"I'm only a year younger," you reminded him, fighting off the urge to roll your eyes.  

"Sure," he agreed with a grin. "Now, go on. Get some rest." 

"Thanks, Darry," you managed to say around a yawn before you went off to bed.  

You went to bed that night thinking about Dally and woke that morning worried about Dally. Tensions between the socs and greasers around town were swiftly rising and you knew that it would come to some kind of fight. It always came to a fight when class differences were involved and you hated that the people you loved most were being painted as the enemies.  

You knew it would come to a head sooner or later, but you didn't entirely expect for it to happen so soon.  

Within a week, everyone was on edge. Two-bit got followed walking to get some ice cream and Dally got jumped by three socs just outside a gas station. Thankfully it was the one Soda and Steve worked at, and while they almost got fired for the fight, all three of them managed to make it out nearly completely unscathed.  

You knew it would only get worse, so you weren't surprised when word of a rumble between the two groups started floating around.  

"No. Absolutely not," you argued once Dally told you he was set on fighting in the rumble "It's bad enough my brothers want to, but come on, Dallas. You never know when to stop and you're gonna end up in jail. Again," you added after a moment of thought. "It's all I can not to get Ponyboy mixed up in all of this, but now I've got to worry about you too? What're we going to do if you get locked up?"  

The thing between you was still fragile and new. You kept waiting for him to flirt around and he seemed to think you were going to change your mind. Despite that, it still felt incredibly exhilarating every time you were wrapped up in his arms and while you hadn't told anyone else that the two of you were an item, you knew it would happen once the both of you felt more settled in your relationship. 

"Well," he mused as he moved towards you, "guess you better wait for me." He reached up and behind his neck, unlatching his Saint Chrisopher necklace. "You'll keep this safe for me, then, won't you?" 

You knew what the necklace meant to Dally and you knew what it meant that he was giving it to you. He carried it with him for the protection and safekeeping he thought it gave him and if he was giving it to you, then he must have trusted you a hell of a lot more than you realized.  

"The last girl I was with, I gave her my ring, but I shouldn't have trusted her. I knew I should've waited for the right one." He let his lips twist up into a smile as you turned, letting your back face him. "And I've been waiting a long time for you, doll," Dallas said, his voice going lower, as if he was worried anyone but you would hear the words. He reverently brought the necklace up over your head and let it rest around your neck, taking care to make sure your hair didn't get caught up in the clasp as he closed it.  

"I'll take good care of it," you promised. "But you better not end up in jail. I've got plans for us, Dallas Winston," you told him as you turned to face him yet again. You could feel the medallion against your skin and you knew it was a promise and a declaration all in one.  

Dallas wanted to be with you and he wasn't about to go seeking out anyone else to fill his time or his bed. And once the guys realized you of all people were wearing Dallas' necklace, then they were soon to put the pieces together.  

"Oh yeah? Well, guess I better make sure I'm around for them," Dallas said, a smile still on his face as he considered you. You didn't remember the last time you had seen him so pleased and the fact that you were the reason for his happiness was downright intoxicating.    

You couldn't help but laugh, delighted and enthralled with Dallas as you pulled him into a kiss.  

Maybe your side of town would always be a little bit rough and maybe there was always a fight brewing, but you figured maybe it wasn't so bad as long as you had your family of greasers and Dallas Winston's arms around you. Maybe you didn't need money or connections or a fancy school to be happy.  

You already had all you needed and you would be damned if you were ever going to let it go. 

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #dallas winston imagine #reader insert #my fic

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 15 END)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew (Ft. Others) & Reader Insert

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Warnings: Yandere behavior. Mild spoilers for Gear 6 iykyk. If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any variation of 'one piece yandere' that you feel is necessary.

Aside from AU romance endings with characters per request, this is the end! Marco and Luffy confirmed, btw. Now, I'm going to be playing Tears of the Kingdom so my responses will be slow lol

But thanks everyone for being here and enjoying this fic until now, expect it to be on AO3 soon!

Word Count: 2,043

It was a minor miracle that Ace’s little ship made it through the blast that rocked Banaro island. Likely because it was made to handle Ace’s normal fire-shenanigans. It didn’t exactly have room for three on it, but that’s only if you’re of the opinion that people need personal space. Something that, as someone who has been thoroughly grounded, you apparently didn’t need. Marco held you to his chest as he sat in front of the ‘bucket’ where Ace fueled the engine with his fire. You suspect that he was using his phoenix legs to hold into the sides but couldn’t confirm with your poor eyesight.

If he wasn’t partially transformed to hold you both in place it was impressive considering the breakneck speed Ace pushed the Striker at.

You drifted off several times only to find that you three were still traveling. It was only when you woke up starving that you saw Ace lean Striker towards a landmass.

“We’ve made really good time. This island has an optometrist so we can get you new glasses.” Marco spoke into your ear softly despite the wind whipping by you. Not feeling like fighting to be heard, you nodded your head.

Ace expertly pulled the boat up to the docks, tying it off and offering his hand for Marco and yourself. After well over a day at sea, you were a bit shaky but pleased to find you didn’t trip. The docks blurred into what you assumed to be a marketplace, both Marco and Ace finding a reason to keep a hand on you as they guided your path into a shop.

You were utterly relieved when you were handed a new pair of glasses after a few tests. The thick lenses shifting the impressionist blurs into sharp contrasting shapes once again.

Marco gave Ace a sly look.

“You know, I thought I saw the Thousand Sunny on the other side of the docks.” Marco mused, watching Ace’s face abruptly light up.

“We should go see them!” Ace looked at Marco in excitement. When he nodded in acceptance, Ace grabbed your hand and pulled you along eagerly. “You’ll finally get to meet my little brother properly! Lu’s got a great crew you know—his chef is top notch, I’m sure he won’t mind making us something to eat!”

You laughed, using your free hand to make sure your glasses didn’t bounce off your face so soon after getting them.

“Do you even know if they’re on board?!” You asked as Ace tore through the town in his rush.

“Eh, it’s fine! Luffy won’t mind if I drop by!” Ace proclaimed. You looked behind you to find Marco gone. Hopefully he decided to just fly there rather than fight to keep up through the crowds.

The Thousand Sunny was a pretty big ship with a cute lion’s head on the mast with a pointy mane like the sun. The gangplank was out so Ace just steamed up it with you in tow.

“LUFFY!” Ace screamed out, whipping his head around as Marco landed on deck with an indulgent smile. There was a crash somewhere below and thudding steps.

“ACE!” Straw Hat slammed open the door with a wide, excited grin.

“Stop BREAKING SHIT, LUFFY!” A woman screamed from below, quickly following her captain. Straw Hat wasn’t listening as he launched himself at Ace, arms stretching out and wrapping around his brother as he laughed. Ace gripped his brother’s red vest, swaying the two of them in loose circles.

“Did ya get ‘em? Did ya?!” Straw Hat asked childishly as a young woman with orange hair emerged from below, panting for breath from running.

“Sure did, Lu! See, I—We—Even rescued our crewmate.” You raised your hand and smiled.

“Sup.” Straw Hat’s eyes were wide as he finally noticed you were there.

“Eh?!? What happened to you?!” Straw Hat asked, arm stretching out to drag you in close. While you looked way better than before, you were still wrapped with bandages to keep your healing wounds from getting irritated from the high speeds of the Striker. Marco had been strangely dragging out the healing process—or possibly you were just that exhausted that your fruit didn’t properly share the powers just yet.

Straw Hat’s fruit still thrummed against your skin. A calling of the drums that resonated in your chest with that snappy, elastic taste that made you want to smile.

“Well, I got launched out of a sudden volcano and then hitched a ride in Mao’s mouth.” You explained, tolerating the gentle manhandling as Luffy squeezed you into the hug with Ace.

“Mao?” The young lady asked.

“Yeah. Mao. They might be here, actually. Baby~!” You called out shamelessly.

There was a deep, resonating call from the sea as Mao rose up. You squirmed free and ran to the side of the ship.

“Mmmmaaaoooo~! Maaooo~!” Mao called out, leaning down for gentle pets.

“Baby! Pretty baby, lookachu! Ahah~!” You laughed, stroking their nose as Straw Hat laughed behind you.

“Cool! Ace! You didn’t tell me they were friends with a sea king!” Straw Hat ran up and reached out his hand.

“L-Luffy!? Don’t get close to it! You don’t know if it’ll eat you! Can somebody talk sense into him!?”

You grabbed Straw Hat’s hand and gently placed it under Mao’s jaw.

“Mao’s a baby still, so their scales aren’t completely hardened yet. A little scratching right here feels nice cause that’s usually where they start shedding.” You explained softly, Straw Hat absolutely enraptured with a wide, beaming grin. He looked back at his brother.

“This is a baby?!” Ace shrugged his shoulders helplessly and you grinned.

“Yep! Sea Kings grow a lot before they reach maturity. It’s when they grow whiskers that you know they’re fully grown!” You declared.

“Wow! How do you know that?!” You chuckled, pushing up your glasses.

“My home island was near a sea king nest!” You laughed, “But they didn’t tend to go near the island, so we just knew by proxy.”

“I heard we had guests?” A blond man ducked his head out, catching sight of Ace before sighing. “I’ll fire up the stove. Two Ds… sheesh.”

“Join my crew!” Straw Hat asked with starry eyes. You saw Marco and Ace stiffen with Ace looking conflicted. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile wryly.

“No can do. I’m grounded. Sides, you guys aren’t ready for the Grand Line yet.” You tipped your head to the side, expanding your still sore senses. “You have two other devil fruit users that are pretty strong but it only gets harder from here on out. I can’t be a crutch.” You sighed.

Straw Hat pouted.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him with a bit of an indulgent smile. You get why Straw Hat was viewed as a rising star in piracy. But charisma would only get him so far.

“My devil fruit can influence other devil fruits. Make them stronger—or as I realized recently—negate them completely. You… tell you what, ask me again when you find the drums.” You poked his chest teasingly. Everyone looked confused. “…What is your devil fruit power?”

“I’m a rubber man!” Straw Hat declared.

You gave a soft, mysterious smile, finally giving into the impulse to ruffle his hair through his hat.

“Are you sure about that? Find the drums, Straw Hat, and then maybe I’ll join you.” You said. If he managed to find the limits of his devil fruit all on his own, he would probably not suffer the same hubris as your previous ‘partners’. Ace and Marco hadn’t despite being in close contact with you, after all.

Straw Hat huffed, face twisting with determination.

“Fine! I’ll find those drums, wherever they are, and then you’ll join my crew!”

Marco looked like he ate a lemon with Ace not much better, though oddly a little touched in spite of himself. Like he was proud but not sure of what.

--*--

The Moby Dick came into view rapidly with Ace whooping in joy, firing off sparks to let the crew know of your approach. There was, even over the wind, cheers as Ace pulled up close to the ship.

Ace swept you up into his arms and leapt up, planting his feet firmly on the railing as Marco sighed and followed suit. You laid in his arms awkwardly, thinking that this time was hardly any better than your first time on board.

Whitebeard laughed, grinning as Ace skipped over.

“We’re back, Oyaji!”

“Welcome home, my children.” You sighed, not surprised in the least as Ace sat on Whitebeard’s knee.

Whitebeard looked at you, taking in the mostly superfluous bandages.

“Surprisingly, it’s good to be back.” You grumbled without any heat.

Did it still weird you out? Absolutely. You don’t get what any of them saw in you that inspired such ferocity as to track you down across the Grand Line to get you back.

Whitebeard’s smile softened.

“I’m glad you all returned safely.” He murmured as someone stomped up to the main deck.

“You’re back!” Thatch cried out joyously, his usual chef ensemble swapped for loose pants and a shirt. Clearly, he was still on light duty as the nurses nearby scolded him for running. You elbowed Ace to let go and hopped down to the floor, aware that everyone was watching as you approached the suddenly nervous chef.

He glanced around for a hint of what was going on as you walked up to him. Then while he was still stiff with nerves, you wrapped your arms around his chest, gently patting his back.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Thatch.” You mumbled into his shirt. There was a high pitched cry as his arms locked around you, spinning you in circles.

“AH! AHHHH?! You did it! You used my name~!” Thatch cried out as several nurses protested to the vigorous movement, though on who’s behalf you weren’t sure.

You grinned.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Twin-Blade.” You said dryly, loud enough to be heard by everyone while hiding your smile. The effect was instant. His arms twitching as he nearly fell to his knees in mock-despair.

“Noooooo! My name! Use my name, damnit!”

You laughed, patting his back consolingly.

“Sure thing, Twin-Blade.”

“No!” Thatch barked, as the crew laughed at his plight.

While not what you imagined, life as a pirate wasn’t so bad if it meant feeling like this.

You considered your now bare wrist, no supportive cloth there to remind you of your past. What you hoped for in your future. Not quite freedom symbolized in marine-standard blue but consistency and a promise to support people. Nor a chain to remind you of your literal, more understandable imprisonment. You were free to put whatever you wanted there once they decided you didn’t need the bandages anymore.

And then? Well, it was a pretty good place for a tattoo… whenever you’re not grounded anymore and can slip away to get it done.

“…Hey, what does being grounded even look like?” You asked Thatch, Marco and Ace having avoided the subject. You assumed it was because they didn’t know either.

Thatch paused, looking over at his brothers and Whitebeard.

“…Nooooo mooooorrreeee… avoiding… parties?” Thatch guessed, receiving cheerful agreements all around. You couldn’t help but snort.

“You know, usually groundings means less of those.” You pointed out but Thatch nodded resolutely.

“Eating every meal!” Thatch added.

“I already did that?”

“More training!” Someone suggested.

“Okay, that makes sense but—”

“Hanging out with Oyaji!”

“Hey now! Don’t get ahead of yourself!” You barked, feeling ganged up on as more suggestions were added, Whitebeard doing nothing but adding to the chaos.

“Given names only.” He nodded and you sputtered.

“I’m not calling you Edward!” You huffed, craning your neck to glare back at him. He paused before smiling.

“That’s alright. Oyaji or Pops is fine with me.” You groaned, burying your face into Thatch chest as you fought the urge to laugh.

“Hey, you have to follow the rules. You’re still grounded.” Thatch teased.

“Does that mean I can stop when I’m not grounded?” You needled. Thatch letting out a bark of laughter.

“Hah! No.”

Why did you decide to stay again?

#one piece yandere #whitebeard crew yandere #platonic yandere #reader insert #oh sweet child of mine #reader accepting their new crew: time to be a shit ( •̀ ω •́ )y #really keep them guessing #btw marines is still an option cause who would know they killed Akainu? #looks like he just bit off more than he can chew from the outside #but reader is happier where they are

[witchofthesouls]

What the hell was Overlord trying to do!?!

Overlord let the impulsive thoughts win. It's bad enough competing for Megatron's attention with other 'cons, but somehow, someway... a backwoods nobody has everyone wagging their mouths, even High Command is wondering over Tarn's mystery Conjunx.

The leader of the Justice Divison is stone-cold with anyone's questions, so Overlord decided to get creative with the base's medbay to find out about you.

He expected others to come, but you come alone. And Overlord can't help himself because it's absolutely foolish that no one had warned you about anything, especially if you're asking questions about the Ununtrium injection.

You don't scream or weep, nor is there any fear in your face with the realization that you're trapped as he twists your arm and the medberth fails to heed your commands.

It's not defiance or grim acceptance in those optics. Overlord doesn't see resignation. No. You knew this would happen. You're not quite a lamb to slaughter with that hard coldness, but there's nothing to be done. He does, however, commends your pain tolerance as you give nothing but a sharp inhale as your mediocre protection is torn away.

You spit something, and nothing touches him, but he can't let that go-

His vision tilts sideways, pixelating away as his HUD is overwhelmed by an avalanche of foreign commands and security breaches. He crashes down without a word, and the last thing Overlord sees is you standing above.

Unsurprised.

(Eventually, consciousness will hit Overlord with the force of a Titan's fist. He's fiendishly sore and feels like he drank a drum of Death by Fusion: Nightmare fuel equally mixed with Gladiator's Bane. He also has that persistent itch in his plating gone, systems running far faster, and transformation sequences are fluid and smooth.)

#ask #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #the donor clause au #overlord #tarn #Cybertronian!reader #reader insert #violence #maccadam #My writing #Overlord will develop a Thing #He has a new Focus and wants the newest intriguing toy on the block #remember that blow dart? you made it work as a nice little backup #Tarn isn't happy and even more unhappy with Overlord sniffing around like the most deranged and homicidal cat #Overlord will leave half dead mechs just outside the ship to lure the DJD medical away

[mtc-4life]

Hi there!! I adored your Samatoki & Rio hcs with an s/o w anxiety problems!! I stan MTC with all my heart ^_^!! I suffer from agorophobia with panic attacks, and reading those made me feel happy <3 May I request Jyuto hcs w an s/o (gender neutral), helping them manage their anxiety disorder and helping them to go outside, accompanying them to places? Tysm <333 and have a great day!!

｡ﾟ･ Jyuto with an anxious S/O who struggles to go outside - Headcanons ･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

From the same request: Samatoki / Rio / Jyuto

☆ Author’s notes: Hey, I have been gone for so long due to my own struggles, so I'm glad you take comfort by reading my stuff. ♥

• When Jyuto met you, he thought nothing could take you down. Your great skills at the investigation department made you look like you were at the top of your game.

• Life went on and you two fell in love. You used to show him only your professional side, yet your work persona was starting to fade in front of him. Your vulnerabilities were becoming more and more evident.

• As much as feeling in love with him made you happy, you couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when Jyuto finally noticed your anxiety issues. He was so into you; he surely didn’t imagine how small you felt about this.

• Now you’ve been dating for a while and Jyuto could tell you often felt worried, yet at first, he imagined it could be due to trivial problems, as it happens to himself.

• However, at some point, a very delicate situation was part of your investigations and he noticed something was indeed not okay. Ordinary problems seemed amplified by your mind now that you had to deal with such a touching scenario.

• And you knew it was becoming obvious to Jyuto. You told him not to come to your house anymore, said you loved him but was struggling a bit with life. You started showing up late to work, feeling nervous about your duties. When anxiety hits you, it’s tough to do everyday tasks. Going to buy groceries felt difficult, some days you just wished to feel calm again :(

• He really tried to give you space, but he saw you suffering at work and it broke his heart. Jyuto tried to calling you, you always told him it was all good, you just needed some time to think about life. He knew you were hiding things from him.

• He could not stand there seeing you isolate yourself: he found out your friends were also missing your presence.

• One day, you didn’t show up to work. He decided to take the next day off and went to your place as soon as he got off work to verify what was going on.

• He knocked the door several times. After a few minutes, you opened. Tears were rolling down your face.

• “Darling, what’s going on???”

• You just couldn’t reply, your hands were shaking, it was almost impossible to breathe.

• He closed the door and embraced you tightly, rubbing your back as you decided to tell him how horrible you’ve been feeling due to anxiety.

• You were suppressing your feelings for so long to society, you couldn’t do it anymore. It all made you suffer more.

• He listened very carefully to your words, and looked at you with a pained expression.

• “I never told you because you admired me so much… I didn’t want to look weak in front of you. When I felt like work was too much, I stopped seeing you because I wanted you to see me only when I felt good again…”

• “I understand it – he said – sometimes we crash down, dear. This line of work is a lot to handle. I had some rough moments before, but I feel like it would be better if you seek medical help. Anxiety is a serious matter, you should not neglect it. You can always rely on me as well, and I would like to take care of you for a while.”

• His words were so encouraging it made you cry even more, which made him caress your head trying to comfort you.

• But how about the investigation? They needed you there, working hard to achieve justice…

• “I think you better give up on this investigation. You have the right to step back from work. I am afraid it’s increasing your anxiety” – Jyuto suggested you gave up about work.

• “I am so incompetent! They will never understand, Jyuto! I just wish I could be more like you…”

• “Oh dear, if they don’t understand, let it be. And no, you are not incompetent and I, too, have my own struggles. I’m not uncrushable. However, I assure you, you have my full support. We will try to convince them to give you a different task. The worst that could happen is being fired, and honestly, I promise I can help you financially until you get a different job. Honestly, I don’t think they will do that, though – you are very smart, love.”

• It was difficult to imagine Jyuto struggling, yet his voice sounded as if he’s been through a lot. The cool minded police officer you met at work hadn’t told you everything about him yet. You felt less ashamed for not telling him about your anxiety right when you met.

• We all have bits of ourselves we try to conceal, after all.

• And that’s how Jyuto ended up living in your house for a few months. You weren’t eating properly since you feared stepping out of the house in that state – Jyuto helped you going to the supermarket again, he invited you for late night walks when he was free, he took you to see the Yokohama lights in his car.

• You regained your abilities to go to places without feeling nervous thanks to his help.

• You took some days off at work until you finally felt comfortable about going back. Everyone thankfully understood your wish to step back from that specific investigation thanks to, as your co-workers said, “your remarkable abilities at work”. As Jyuto said, they did appreciate your job.

• Anxiety medications became part of your life, and Jyuto was very happy to see how good you started to feel after seeking help.

• Jyuto came into your life at the time you most needed him, even when you tried to push him away due to fear. He was there for you always. When anxiety hits you, you know you can count on him. ♥

#mad trigger crew #mtc writing #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #mtc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic division rap battle #hypnosis microphone #fanfic #hypmic mtc #yokohama division #fluff #hypnosis mic headcanons #hypmic headcanons #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #reader insert #mad trigger crew x reader #tw fear of going outside #jyuto iruma x reader #jyuto iruma #jyuto x reader #hypmic jyuto #45 rabbit #hypnosis mic jyuto #iruma jyuto #iruma jyuto x reader

[make-me-imagine]

Crazy

Plot: After Darry get's roughed up after a fight with your ex, Y/n helps clean him up. *light whump/fluff

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x GN!Reader *I'll say this takes place like 3 or 4 years after the movie/book. **Also might be slightly ooc, or at least tainted by other Swayze characters

Words: 1.2k

Tags: For @spuffyfan394; I was originally gonna put this out on your Birthday, but I didn't want to wait that long lol. So Happy Early Birthday!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting, violence, etc.

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Humming to yourself, lost in thought, you almost missed the two young boys that sat down at the counter. But seeing a hand try to slip by you and steal a handful of fries, you quickly swung out, whipping the arm with the wet towel in your hand.

"Ow!" The boy yelped, the other laughed beside him.

You turned around, hiding your smile as you put your hand on your hip. "You should know better Pony."

The boy shook his hand, "Yeah, I know, sorry." He said sheepishly.

You looked between him and Soda before taking out your pad. "What are you guys having?"

"Just a couple of burgers, fries and two sodas, please." Soda said as he reached into his pocket.

Looking past them out the window, you noticed no car. "Darry not with you guy tonight?" You asked.

Soda and Pony shared a quick look before they cleared their throats. Pony picked up the menu and covered his face as Soda began picking through the change in his hand. "Nah, he ate at work."

"Uh-huh." You said said slowly, watching them closely. Leaning over the counter, you leaned on your elbows, staring at them. You watched with mild amusement as Pony hid his face even more, while Soda began to turn away from you. Reaching out, you turned Sodas chair so he had to face you, before taking the menu from Pony. "Answer my question again, and try not lying this time."

The two shared a quick look before meeting your eyes sheepishly. "We're not supposed to say." Pony said, as Soda quickly smacked him on the arm.

"Not supposed to say what Ponyboy?"

As he looked over at Soda you tapped your pen on the counter. "No burgers if you keep lying to me."

They're eyes snapped back to you as their mouths opened "Oh but come on Y/n you can't do that, we're paying customers!" Soda cried out as he waved the money in his hand.

"And I have the right to refuse your patronage." You said with a daring smile. "No talk. No burgers."

They looked at each other again, seeming to have a silent conversation between them before Soda let out a breath and looked back at you. "He got in a fight."

You let out a deep breath and rolled your eyes. "He's gotten in fights before and that hasn't stopped him from telling me about it. So, what else is there?"

Pony began tapping his fingers nervously on the counter as Soda continued. "Some...guy came to the gas station and got in his face. Darry tried to keep calm, but then..."

"Then what?"

"Then he talked bad about you, and you know Darry can't handle when people do that."

You sighed and shook your head. "Was it some Soc?" Pony shook his head. "Then who was it?"

Just after you asked, a thought came to your head. You groaned "Never mind. I've got a feeling I know who it was."

"Please don't be mad at him Y/n, he really did try to keep calm." Pony began to speak rapidly as you began to take off your apron.

Reaching out your hand, you placed it on his. "Don't freak out Pony, I'm not mad. I'm just gonna go see about the damage that was done."

Calling out to the back you threw your apron on the counter. "Hey Theresa, I'm gonna take off early, here's Pony and Sodas orders."

After getting the go ahead to leave, you walked out of the diner, aware of the worried stares from Soda and Pony that followed you out.

Pulling into Darry's drive way, you made a quick scope of the street, wondering if any of the other Greasers were inside. As you peaked through the window, you saw no movement inside. Opening the door, you stepped in, immedietely seeing Darry sitting in his chair.

As he looked up, you saw his emotionless gaze switch to surprise as he threw a bloodied rag over his shoulder and dropped his hand down out of sight.

Tilting your head you barely refrained from laughing. "If you wanna try to hide being injured from me you are gonna have to be a lot quicker than that. Besides, you've got a busted lip Hercules."

Darry pouted a moment before he brought his hands back up. "Worth a shot. Pony and Soda narc on me?"

Walking across the room, you picked up the discarded rag before walking back over to Darry. "They tried to lie for you, but I can see right through them. Just like I can see right through you." Sitting in his lap, you lifted his hand up, studying the bloodies knuckles. "Jesus, what was he wearing a grill or something?"

Darry let out a soft laugh. "No, but I think one of his friends were."

You met his eyes. "Soda didn't say he wasn't alone."

Darry lowered his head a bit. "Yeah, well I wasn't either."

"Did you get into trouble?"

He shook his head. "Boss wasn't there to see it. When he came back, everyone backed me up saying the guys came to start trouble. I got told to get off work early, but that's it."

You sighed, as you gently wiped the blood of his hands. "Look Darrel, I don't care if he comes up to you and starts calling me every name in the book, okay, you just gotta ignore him. If he hates anything more than being dumped, it's being ignored. I don't want you to get into trouble. Or-or get fired, all because of me, okay? I know Sodas working, but Pony's going to college soon, so you know... I just couldn't handle it if something happened. So just...if he comes around again, just, I don't know, lock the doors or something."

Darry watched as you ranted, all the while, you softly wiped his hands. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, or the way his eyes shone with adoration.

Looking at him, you caught how he was staring at you, and you words died on your lips. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shook his head softly as his smile widened a bit. Reaching up, he gently caressed your chin with his thumb. "You're cute when your all riled up."

You let out a soft sigh, before gently wiping his bloodied lip with the rag. "You make me crazy."

He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "Crazy in love?"

You giggled and pressed your forehead against his. "Yeah, crazy in love, crazy worried, crazy crazy, crazy everything."

He gently nudged your nose with his as he spoke softly. "And I'm crazy for you, you know that?"

"I had an inkling."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You giggled.

"It's never gonna change either. And if anyone talks bad about you-"

"Darry." You warned.

"If anyone talks bad about you, I will warn them, once. And if they don't take that warning, well, who knows what'll happen next."

"What'll happen next is me wiping blood off your hands again."

"Don't worry doll, people tend to head my warnings. Most of them at least."

"And just how many warnings did he get before today?"

"Well...he was an exception."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No more exceptions, please. For me?"

"Alright. Anything for you."

"Good." You smiled.

Pressing a kiss to your nose, he tightened his arms around you as you laid against him, your head on his shoulder. After a moment of silence, you spoke again. "If you looked like this, what did he end up looking like?"

"You sure you wanna know?"

"Actually I was hoping you took pictures."

Laughing, Darrel shook his head, before placing a kiss to your forehead. "God I love you."

xx End xx

#Darry #The Outsiders #Darry Curtis #Darrel Curtis #Darrel Curtis #Darry Curtis/Reader #Darrel Curtis/Reader #the outsiders/reader #darry curtis x reader #darry curtiz oneshot #darrel curtis x reader #the outsiders reader insert #patrick swayze #patrick swayze/reader

[imbadatwrighting]

Winston!reader: On Monday just let him down as gently as you can, like I did with my ex

Curtis!reader: …you sang a breakup song on his answering machine.

Winston!reader: It was a RAP, Curtis!

#source: bob's burgers #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #x reader #reader insert #dallas winston #curtis brothers #curtis sister #winston!reader #curtis!reader #dallas winston x reader #x female reader #platonic

[miryum]

Studying Rush (Ponyboy x Reader)

Y/n knew shit was going down when Pony and half- running, half- stumbling up to her. Y/n slowly shut her locker while Pony tried to catch his breath. “There’s a Biology test today.” He panted out.

“I’m aware.” Y/n said, “I studied all night. Did you not remember?”

“No.” Pony shook his head. “No, I did not. I need help.” 

Y/n snickered. “Okay, but can we take a moment to realise that the great Ponyboy Curtis didn’t study and I did?!”

“I studied! Just for English and History. But I forgot Biology. Can you please help me?!” Pony begged. 

“Okay, I’ll be merciful. We have, what? Fourth hour off. Biology is fifth hour. Meet me outside Thompson’s room and we can study in that quiet hallway.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” Pony’s anxiety seemed to calm after a plan was formed. He breathed a sigh and started mumbling to himself. 

“Hey, calm down.” Y/n took the boy by his shoulders, unaware that that only made his heart rate spike. “We have a plan. Focus on your other tests. I’ll see you fourth hour.”

Pony nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” Y/n said, a sarcastic lilt in her voice. “Because I could’ve used this time to study and catch up on my homework. But no big deal.”

“Thank you again!” Pony yelled before dashing off. 

Skipping to fourth hour, Y/n found Pony rapidly flipping through his notes when she sat down beside him. “Hey, calm down!” She laughed. “You’ll be fine!”

“I’m gonna fail! What the hell is a vacuole?!” Pony shrieked out, his pitch in tone rising. 

Y/n snickered and pulled out her notes. “Here, look. A vacuole is the organelle that stores water. Let me quiz you.”

“Okay.” Pony took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 

“Ribosomes.” 

“Makes protein.” 

“Cytoplasm.”

“The jelly- like thing surrounding everything. Like the fill.”

“Good. The lysosome?”

“Uh,” Pony’s face scrunched up and Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Pony stuck out his tongue in defiance and continued to think. “That’s the poop one!” He said finally.

“What?” Y/n flipped through her notes. 

“No,” Pony explained, “it has nothing to do with poop, but it breaks down waste. Poop is waste. Therefore, the lysosome is poop.”

Y/n snickered. “Whatever helps you remember.” 

After a lot of more studying and funny analogies, Pony felt confident in Biology. 

“Okay.” Y/n said, hyping him up, “Let’s go and crush this test, just like you did all your other ones. We got this.”

“Hell yeah we do.” Pony said, “And then afterwards I’ll take you to Dairy Queen as a thank you.”

“Is that a date?” Y/n asked as they walked to Biology.

“Do you want it to be?”

“Yeah.” 

“Then yes,” Pony said, sitting down at his desk. “It’s a date.”

#ponyboy #Ponyboy Curtis #pony #ponyboy curtis x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy michael curtis #ponyboy x reader #pony x reader #the outsiders 1983 #The Outsiders #the outsiders x reader #The Outsiders (1983) #x reader #x reader insert #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #ponyboy oneshot #ponyboy curtis imagine #studying #fluff

[paperstarwriters]

Just thinking about Muriel's body heat, and how after a day out in the frost or snow, or perhaps simply amidst a really frigid night, the feeling of his hands wandering around your body seems to melt the frost straight from your skin, or perhaps his entire body, half splayed atop of you, or pressed flush to your own body in a hug. How warm and soft his skin feels against yours, cushioned by the loving weight he had gained over time when he stopped starving himself. He's warm, he's soft, and curled up in your arms he acts as your personal full-body heater.

All of this is just to say... it's warm when he hugs you.

#Idk I'm just cold from standing outside for a while & I want a nice warm & soft hug #Muriel would give that #readily & easily #the arcana #muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #x reader #reader insert

[midnightshade]

I'm thinking about Kenjaku scuttling around outside of a vessel on spider legs. He doesn't like taking that form often because it leaves him vulnerable, but he will, if necessary.

His brain is a lot more durable than normal people's brains, and he can burn away any grime with RCT. He'll latch onto you and let you carry him if you're close enough to be allowed to see him at his lowest like that.

He was worried you'd find him disgusting or creepy, that you wouldn't even be able to look at him the same way once he did find a new vessel. He was pleasantly surprised when, after the shock subsided, you found him weirdly cute instead of grotesque.

#Kenjaku #jjk reader insert #kenjaku x reader #reader insert #i love those headcanons where Kenjaku can still move outside of a vessel #they're really cute and maybe that's a sign that I'm too far gone with my obsession

[dallysnecklace]

“He’s my home”

Dallas Winston x Curtis! Reader

This ended up kinda long. Super fluffy! Dallas. Hope you enjoy! <33

The sun shone through the yellow stained curtains in my room waking me up, along with my brother, Darry.

“Y/n! You and Soda oughta leave in a few, your late already! ”

“I’m up Darry just gimme one sec” I yelled back.

I stumbled out of bed, managing to step on everything sharp on my messy floor.

Shit!

I’m already 5 minutes late.

Somehow I managed to get dressed and make my way to work. Staring out at the glass door of the store connected to the DX, I see a few socs head towards me. I sigh as a I hear the bell ring, signifying their entrance.

“Hey Grease.” The blonde one, Bob, spit. I could smell the disgust coming from his throat. The other three, of which I did not care enough to know their names, stared down on me, attempting to scare me.

“What do you want Bob” I spit back. I wasn’t going to allow the guy that my best friend almost killed to scare me like this. I checked my pocket for my blade, feeling an empty imprint. I must’ve left it somewhere. I couldn’t lose it, Dallas gave me that.

Me and Dallas had always been close. I was the one to initially become friends with him, then introducing him to the gang. My late Mother always loved him, my dad saw him as another son. At first I didn’t know what they saw in him, he was just another hood right? How I was wrong. I started to see the soft, heartfelt side that most didn’t see. He was just a kid after all. Like most cold, hard people he had a past that made him that way. It wasn’t his fault, he just needed someone to talk to.

After my parents died, it felt like he was the only one who could understand how I wanted to be treated. I didn’t want the sympathy and sad looks, I just wanted to talk to someone about it. He understood me, he understood my wants and needs, and my hates. He understood my anger towards the world yet my empathy to those who had it harder than me. I understood his coldness and his hatred of those better off than him, but I also understood his want for someone who cared.

Through this time we became closer, but I started to want more. I haven’t told him, I don’t think I ever will. But, it’s been making me avoid him. I feel bad. But I can’t stand being around him feeling like I am lying about how I feel about him.

“Leave her alone assholes” a disembodied voice said. I looked towards the door, seeing Dallas standing there against the wall, smoking a weed. Fuck, he looked hot. We made eye contact, and he smirked.

The Socs knew about me and Dallas, so they left quickly.

“Next time you won’t get off that easy, doll.” Dallas walked over and looked down at me.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I’m just sick of it, ya dig?” I looked back into his brown eyes.

He seemed out of it for a sec, then snapped back into it, “I dig ya. Look, I’m gonna split and hang out with John, but if you want to meet me at Bucks tonight we can have a few drinks.” He looked away and put out his cigarette with his boot heel.

“You askin me on a date Winston?” I joked.

“Sure, If you want it to be. I’ll see you there.” He smirked seeing my blush after his comment, and sauntered out of the DX. After hearing the Bell ring, I sprinted to Soda, the only one who knew about Dallas.

“Soda holy fucking shit. Did you tell Dallas anything?” He rolled out from under the car he was working on, with a worried yet excited look on his face.

“Don’t get mad at me okay, but I might’ve said something.” I gave him a look. “I know you said not to tell anybody but it’s so obvious you two are supposed to be together how could I not tell him?”

“Soda I’m embarrassed though! I- god im just kinda pissed at you.”

“You won’t be tonight” he winked and smirked.

I hit his shoulder, “OKAY! We are no longer having this conversation!” He laughed and went back under the car, leaving me to my own swimming thoughts.

Finally the work day was over, allowing me to make my way to Bucks.

The red lights infected my vision, as I stepped up to the door, knocking 3 times, stopping on the 4th when the door was swung open by none other than Buck. He looked worse than normal, having scruff running down his neck, with dark circles and tired eyes, he looked as though he’s been staying up for 5 nights straight.

“Hey Curtis. You here for ole Dal?” He said.

“Yeah. You okay man? You look a little, how do I say this? Like you got run over by a truck.”

“Don’t get wise kid, Dal has been keeping me up for a few nights, wanting to talk about shit. It’s cool” He winked at me.

“Okay whatever, I’ll see you later Buck.” I looked at him as I started up the stairs. Luckily there was no party tonight.

“See you tomorrow!” He chuckled as I made my way to Dal’s door.

It seems like everyone is in on something but me.

I walked in and Dallas was sitting on his rusty bed, playing with my switch. He looked up at me in the door way, and sat up on the edge of his bed.

“You forgot your switch last week” he stated.

“Ya, im sorry I know I should have it on me.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“I just get worried. The socs seem to not care if your a girl anymore. I want you to be safe.” He said, still looking at the ground.

“I said I’m sorry Dal, now what’s wrong? I thought we were gonna get drinks?” I sat next to him, and the bed creaked as my weight sunk onto his shitty mattress

“Look Soda told me something the other day, and just, I want to know if he was being serious.” He looked away. He still hasn’t made eye contact with with at all. Did I do something wrong?

“Well what did he say”

“He said that you might feel more for me than what your letting on. And I know you’ve been avoiding me and shit, is this why?” Finally he made eye contact with me. He had a completely stone cold face on, not letting me know anything about his opinion on the topic.

“I didnt really want to tell you like this, but I guess yeah. I’m sorry, look I’ll- I’ll just leave okay? Bye.”

I started to stand up from his bed but he grabbed my wrist and guided me back down to his bed.

He looked in to my eyes, and in his I saw his conflicting feelings. He let the angel on his shoulder take over, and leaned in slowly to me. His hands found its way to my cheek and waist, pulling me closer to him. I had never felt anything this real and electrifying in my life. I put my left hand on his neck, and other touching his hand on my waist. He was cold, he always had cold hands, and bucks was always freezing. Yet, I was was completely hot.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, and I felt his hot breath on my lips. He smelled like firewood and Italian leather.

I nodded. He leaned closer and I felt his lips sink softly against mine. I closed my eyes and just let myself sink into this moment, along with my lips into his. His lips were soft, and plump. And damn, was he a good kisser.

He pulled away, but kept his hand on my waist, having his other hand travel to hold my hand.

I couldn’t help the smile escape from my lips, seeing his hold a genuine wide smile. I giggled and then looked away, but moved in to melt my body against his. He was warm now, unlike before the kiss.

“Dallas?” I looked up at him.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down at me too.

“What does this mean?” I looked into his eyes.

His eyes searched mine for a second, and then they found what they were looking for.

“It means your my girl and I’m your guy. If you want, I mean-“ I cut him off

“I like that” I smiled at him, and started to lean in again.

Our lips once again met, but had less delicacy to them. More love, more haphazard likeness for the other. This was longer, and more passionate. I pulled away from him this time, “I’m happy I can do this now” I stated.

“Me too doll, me too. Look don’t take this the wrong way but do you wanna stay the night? It’s already late and I don’t want Darry to yell at ya.”

I laughed, “yeah, Dallas I’ll stay the night.”

He let a ghost of a true smile land on his lips, “okay good because I already told Buck you would.” I smirked at him.

Soon enough I was changed into one of Dallas’ shirts, and we were laying in his bed just talking. My head was on his bare chest, with my hand holding his. His other hand was massaging my hip and thigh, with tender and loving touch.

“Dallas.” He looked down at me, “how long did you know?”

“Soda told me a few days ago. He was the one to actually convince me to tell you aswell. Buck was kinda a part of it, I feel bad for the guy I’ve been up the past few nights talking to him about it”

“ahh, so that explains why buck looks shit” I laughed slightly.

He smiled, “yeah. Man, I didn’t even keep him up that long. He needs a fucking sleep schedule like a baby.”

He kept talking to me about something, but I was falling asleep. As my eyes shuttered closed, and I started to falling into the land of dreams, I heard Dallas whisper,

“I really think I love you darling”

“I’m in love with you too Dallas Tucker Winston”

The next morning, we woke up, went downstairs and of course Buck had to say “I told you so Curits!” As we left.

Dallas pulled up to my house, and walked in the front door with me. I stopped in front of the door.

“What if he’s pissed Dallas? Darry is so going to yell at me.”

He looked down at me, and kissed my forehead.

“Everything will be okay love.”

I walked in, and the gang all took a second glance and me and Dallas’ connected hands. They knew this was coming.

I walked into the kitchen, and Darry stood there, clearly disappointed but not to the yelling point.

“Y/n do even need to ask why you didn’t tell me you weren’t at home last night. Your never home anyways, always with Dallas. I understand your close with him but your never here!” He looked at me and Dallas’ hands, and something registered in his head.

Before Darry could say anything, I stepped in, “But Darry, Dad and Mom always told us that home is sometimes people. I love Dallas. He’s my home. You and Soda and Pony will always be my home, but I have another. I love you so much. And I’m sorry, but sometimes I get a little homesick all right?”

Darry looked at me once again, than at Dallas.

“Look Dallas, Mom and Dad always wanted you to stay here anyways, so why don’t you. So she can be with her home.” As he said home he quoted it.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help but smile so wide and look at Dallas, I’ve always wanted to find him a better place than Bucks.

“You’ll take pony’s room, he’s basically sharing with Soda anyway. Just treat my baby sister right and we won’t have a problem, will we Winston?”

“Nah man” Dallas was still looking back at me, and I know he always will be.

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