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Reblog if Sodapop Curtis didn’t deserve to drop out of school, get cheated on, and die in war. Reblog if Sodapop Curtis deserved every single last bit of happiness ever.

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Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader's boyfriend isn't treating her right. Dallas wants to show her that he can offer more.

Warnings: Slight cursing, Mentions of unwanted sexual gestures, Mentions of an abusive relationship, Smoking (boo hoo. Don't care), Dallas being too hot to handle, Dal's excessive use of the word "man"

Also the "I know you feel what I feel" came from @sadfever (Thank you so much for giving me inspiration to write this!)

❝What a shame, if you were mine you would not get the same. If you were mine you would top everything.❞

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Dallas wasn't expecting you to be standing outside his bedroom door at Bucks at 4 in the morning, soaking wet with rain water. He put out his cigarette before looking at you.

"Doll, are you fuckin' insane? You could've gotten snatched up off the streets walkin' around this late. Do you know what time it is? Get in here, man." He grabbed your shirt gently, pulling you in his room.

The light from his bedside lamp grazed over your face, showing the fresh bruises.

"I- Doll..." Was all he could say.

"Don't say anything. I just need someone to stay until the sun comes u-"

He cut you off.

"Nah, man. You're gonna tell me what the hell happened and you're gonna tell me now."

You sighed.

"I told him no. That's what happened."

He looked at you with anger as he thought about all the things that asshole could've tried to do with you.

"I'm sorry. Him? A guy did this? Who-"

You gave him a look that told him who.

You gave him that look anytime you talked about him.

He hated him. More than you.

"What were you saying no to?"

You started to pull down your pants, showing the marks on your thighs, also lifting up your shirt as you showed the ones that laid on your back and hips.

Dal sighed, talking about "catching a cold with all those wet clothes you got on." before grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and handing them to you, turning around so you can have privacy as you started changing.

"So uh. You leavin' him?" He said, facing the wall.

"Thinkin' about it-"

"I'm sorry. Your asshat of a 'boyfriend', not only tried to have his way with you even though you refused, but put his hands on you and made you cry. Does that sound like something you should be 'thinking about' leaving? Hell no. You shut him out or i'll do it for you."

You pulled up the shorts, smiling.

"I hate seeing you with him, man. Pretending you're happy around everyone else. Well I see past it. You're trapped with him. Why don't you just get that I could treat you better. I can really make you happy if you let me."

"What?"

He looked around before answering.

"You heard me, Man." He really didn't want to repeat himself.

"I know you feel what I feel."

You were at a loss for words. You've always loved the brunette that stood in front of you as his back was turned towards you. You were just scared of what would happen if you showed how you felt.

You walked up behind him slowly, grabbing his shoulder.

He turned around to look at you, only to feel your lips on his. It was like a dream for both of you. The passion spilled out of your mouths as his hand settled on the small of your back.

The two of you pulled away, out of breath and eyes full of lust.

"I wanted-I want to leave him. But I'm scared, Dally. I didn't want him to hurt you." You breathed out as you started to silently cry in his arms.

It hurt Dallas to see you in so much pain. He rubbed your back, kissing your forehead as he told you to just "let it out".

"He ain't got nothin' on me, Doll. And you know it. I'll kick his ass in 3 seconds if it's over you."

He was gonna make sure you got the love you deserved.

Bartender! Fem! Reader x Dallas Winston Blue version (Remake <3)

The sight was absolutely beautiful.

The sight of you, was beautiful.

He had been staring all night, how could have he not noticed your presence until now?

That was the question.

He sat on the stool, waiting patiently for his turn of pool, which he was playing with his buddy, Mark.

"Go talk to 'er," Mark said as he shot his ball, missing badly, cursing under his breath, another dollar out of his pocket as he was losing badly to the bet they had made.

"What are you on about?" The brunette questioned, shooting his ball in the pocket, acting like he was clueless.

Mark had groaned, not only at the fact that he was losing, but the fact that Dallas was acting oblivious to his feelings.

"That cute bartender you've drooling over all night, mind telling me when the wedding is?" He joked.

Dallas missed his second shot, as he was being distracted by Mark, and also his thoughts of you.

"Oh yeah, real funny. It doesn't matter because she definately would not even think to even look at me, let alone talk to me. And-"

"Hold on. I know I am not hearing Dallas Winston talk down about himself." He had cut him off, not believing the words coming out of his buddy's mouth.

Dallas just shrugged, setting his pool stick up against the wall, starting another round.

"Look, either you go over there a sweep her off her feet or I'll do it myself." Mark laughed, but Dallas didn't find it funny.

He smiled back at Mark, mockingly. He knew his buddy was just joking, but he still couldn't even stand the thought of someone else having you.

"Alright alright, I'll go." He slid out from in-between the pool table and the stool, getting nervous as he walked towards the bar.

'She's even prettier up close' , He thought before coming back to his senses.

"Hello, sir. What would you like? You asked him with such kindness, he could melt right where he was standing.

"Oh- uh..a beer is fine." He said, snapping out of his trance as he began to sit on the stool.

"Alright, would you like anything else-"

"Aye ba- baby. could I get another round?" A middle age man slurred, cutting you off and downing his probably 50th drink.

"Uhm, sure just let me finish up with this customer and I will be right with you." you smiled.

"Yeah yeah, hu- hurry up." He hiccupped.

"I'm going as fast as I can-"

"Excuse me, um you can take his, I don't need anything else and I can wait. I'm not in a hurry or anything." Dallas smiled sweetly.

you smiled in relief.

Dallas nodded as you handed the man another drink.

"Your drink, Sir." You smiled uncomfortably, walking around the counter, fearing that the drink would spill if your weren't careful, holding the man's drink out to him.

"Thank's sweet cheeks." He said, snatching the drink, smacking your ass harshly as he walked past you.

You felt like crying. Not only did it hurt, but you felt so violated.

To say Dally was pissed was an understatement.

"I'll be back, alright?" He said.

You nodded before making another drink, not for a customer, but for yourself.

You started to think he wasn't coming back.

But you looked up to see the same man from earlier, with Dallas following right behind him.

"I'm sorry." The man said, looking terrified.

"You're sorry what?" Dally had asked, grabbing his shoulder with a death grip.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am."

Dallas smiled, proud of himself.

"Good job buddy. Also the next time you try that on her, I'm gonna be there. And I'm gonna break your fucking face, understand?" He said, whispering the threat so you didn't hear.

But you did.

The man nodded and scurried off.

You smiled to yourself, thinking it was best not to ask about it.

Dallas wanted to ask for your number but didn't want you to get the wrong idea, after that happened.

But after a moment of silence, he decided to go for it.

"Would you mind if I got your number?" he asked, slowly regretting it.

"Anything for my knight in shining armor." You smiled, joking around before writing your number of a random piece of paper.

Dallas smiled at you lovingly, before turning to Mark, giving him a thumbs up.

"But you do know that we live right across the hall from each other though, right?" you asked, tearing off the piece of paper.

He smiled.

"I know, I just thought we could have each others number just because." He said, thinking he sounded stupid.

"You're real cute Dally." You laughed, handing him the piece of paper.

Dally smiled at the sweet compliment that escaped your lips.

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You sat in bed at 11:24, thinking about Dallas and how sweet he was.

But gosh, the stories you heard did not fit the picture.

Your thoughts were cut off by your bedside telephone.

"Hello?" You answered, your sweet voice filling the line.

There was some shuffling in the background, before you heard a quiet and familiar voice.

"Hi, y/n." Dally answered.

"Oh hi Dally!" You exclaimed with excitement.

The way you said his name made his heart jump.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

You giggled.

"Well, I just got this new scary movie that's supposed to be good, or so I heard, and then I got this candy- I'm tearing that shit up as we speak." You said, chewing on your candy.

His laugh filled your phone speaker.

"You are such a chatter box." He stated, laughing some more.

"Oh my bad" You said, honestly thinking you were talking too much.

"No no, I like hearing you talk." He was sure you could feel him smiling through the phone.

"Oh, thanks. You have a nice voice too." You laughed, smiling to yourself.

"I know. Haha, anyway, what's the movie about?" He asked, actually interested in the topic of the film.

Your smile got bigger.

"So, it's about these this group of friends that get stuck in a house, for Halloween basically, and there is this creepy guy following them around- it just turns into a total blood bath."

"Sounds interesting."

You paused for a bit.

"..You wanna watch it with me?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah, my room or yours?" He asked, needing to know if he should tidy up a bit.

"Would you mind if we watching it in yours?" You asked, grabbing your movie.

"We can, see ya in a bit." He said, hanging up.

You grabbed your blankets and pillows, and grabbing the movie and some snacks and started walking towards his room.

You knocked on the door gently, hearing a thud before seeing the door open.

The room smelt like cologne, not in a bad way. It smelled really good.

You handed him the movie before sitting on the bed.

And sitting turned into laying, because it was really comfy.

"Oh my god, either I'm staying in here with you from now on, or we trading beds because this shit about to make me pass the fuck out." You said, laying under his covers.

He laughed before walking over to the bed and laying on it, waiting for the movie to start.

He lit a cigarette and laid back.

You laid back as well, not knowing what to do as the intro of the movie started to play.

He looked at you for a bit, not being able to look away.

"Ew! what does it look like that!?" You squealed as the movie portrayed a large bowl of old food that had gone bad.

you turned your head into Dally's chest, which made his heart flutter, making his stomach turn into a knot at the small amount of psychical contact.

The movie continued as the suspense escalated.

"Yeah she dead." Dallas laughed as the brunette tripped over her own two feet.

You laughed as well.

You might have just made the bestest friend you could ask for.

I've been in my active era so much LMFAO any requests for Dallas Winston, Tex or Rusty James? Desperate tbh lol

THIS WILL BE PART ONE MOST LIKELY

Pairing: Donnie Darko x reader 🎀

Warnings: cursing, mentions of masterbating, bullying

Summary: you stick up for Donnie

Poor Donnie baby couldn’t even breathe without getting to know you. He had to know your every secret, your every thought. He wondered if you thought about him as much as he thought about you. “She’s just perfect” he thought to himself as he watched from his seat at lunch. you were smiling and laughing with your friends. You looked like an Angel when you smiled.

“Oh my god. Don’t look now, but Schizo is totally staring” your friend Camille said, turning up her nose at him in disgust.

You turned around to indeed find him staring. “What, Donnie? That was really mean that’s actually a real problem by the way” you scolded her. You were gonna let it slide until your other friend izzy jumped in. “Aww Donnie freak has a little crushy crushy on youuu. He probably jerks off every night to your yearbook photo” they both laugh. “Oh Y/n~ you look so beautiful~” she mocks in a moaning voice.

“Hey, stop teasing him. If anyone’s a freak, it’s you.” You snapped. “Why are you defending him? He’s weird.” Camille laughed.

You scoff “And so what? What if I like weird? What if I like the way he stares? I’m not gonna sit around with you fucking hookers any longer.” You go off, grabbing your food and walking over to Donnie’s table. What you didn’t know was, Donnie heard the whole thing.

“Seat taken?” You ask politely, gesturing to the seat next to him.

Your voice took him by surprise, as well as the fact you’re even talking to him. “Oh uh..no not at all..go ahead” he spoke shyly. He just couldn’t help but be shy around you. He felt your thigh brush against his as you sat down right next to him and gets red in the face.

“Your eyes are so- sorry never mind ignore that” he cuts himself off, covering his face in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he almost confessed about how pretty you are! What a fucking loser! He thought yo himself “They’re what..” you waited patiently for an answer, scared of what he might say next. Ugly? Revolting?

“Pretty” your blush came just as fast as the words came out. “You’re a little weird.” You smile. “Sorry- I just-“ He looked down at the table. “It’s cute” you cut him off, smiling at him.

“What?..”

TO BE CONTINUED CHAT

But also I’m sorry that I divided them into two, I couldn’t really think of anything else yet but I hope you like it🙂

Characters I write for

EDIT: I am writing for DEAN WINCHESTER MWUAHHH PLS REQUEST

OUTSIDERS (AT THIS TIME I AM ONLY WRITING FOR MATT DILLON CHARACTERS) (He's so girl dinner)

Dallas Winston

Darry Curtis

Ponyboy Curtis

Two-Bit Matthews

Johnny Cade

Sodapop Curtis

Steve Randle

TEX

Texas (Tex) McCormick

RUMBLE FISH

Rusty-james

Please take note that I do get writers block and it really would help if you would put requests in for the outsiders so I can write it for you.

How it works: you put the character you want ( example: Sodapop)

Next you put the category (example: Fluff)

Then you describe what you want the plot line to be (example: your boyfriend breaks up with you and “character” comforts you platonically or romantically <3)

RULES

I would really apprieciate if you would ASK before reblogging my post.

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT!!

DO NOT, (And this one is a big ick) REQUEST MINOR SMUT, INCEST, PEDOPHEALIA OR ANY OTHER GROSS THINGS. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

And OML. This one makes me mad asf. ABSOLUTELY DO NOT MAKE RUDE COMMENTS.

If you don't like something just don't fucking read it. And if you don't know how to say anything nicely just don't say anything at all. Because if I see it, I will respond how I see fit, and I don't wanna embarrass you in front of your mutuals. Thank you.

I will write what I want to write. I mostly write Fem readers. But if you would like to request a Gender nuetral reader, Male reader (I don't not write male readers a lot so it might not be my best) You may.

Speaking of writing what I want, I don't wanna see people hating on each other in my comments, if I see it I am gonna say something. I don't care Who, what, when, where, or why. And depending how serious the situation is, you may be blocked.

We are going to be friendly towards one another and I don't want my notifications blowing up because of he said/she said bullshit.

Categories I write for: Fluff, Angst

If you have any questions message me and I will try my best to answer them.

Heyo! I was wondering if you could write HC about Darry having an S/O who's a total rockstar (preferably a singer) please? Thank you!

Ooooh ya gorl lmao hope you like it! <3

Darry didn’t know what it was about you that he loved so much.

It might have been the way you play your guitar..or your soothing voice when your singing.

It might have been the way you care for his kid brothers as if they were your own. His brothers love you to death.

Your like a motherly figure to them. Hell, you’ve even taken affect on Dallas.

They come to your shows all the time. But it hurts when you have to leave to go on tour.

You should have seen their faces when you made an album about them. It brought them to tears. Yes, even Dally. Though he tried to hide it. “Nah, man. I ain’t cryin”

When the tour was over and you came back you would always be surprised with loud cheering of your close friends and loving boyfriend.

They loved you more than anything and especially Darry. You make him feel things that he hasn’t felt in forever since his parents died. You make him and his brother feel special.

They wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

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Sodapop/Dallas Winston x fem! Sensitive/emotional reader

Sodapop

Honestly breaks down and cries with you lmao

Will hurt anyone that made you cry

Even if it was the door(wtf)

He will kick it down(lol)

Will put on your favorite movie for you

And will cuddle you to death lol

Dallas

Don’t expect HIM to break down and cry with you.

Depending on what it is, he will comfort you

Like if you are getting bullied

He will kick some ass

And comfort you after

He does love you

Don’t get it twisted

You just gotta look hard enough to see that

can you please do a dallas x reader where the reader is kind of mysterious and seductive?

Warning: KINDA smutty. A LITTLE

Hear me out...

Boner.

He literally can't help it when you look at him like that.

If you are very mysterious? you keep him guessing and wanting to know more. And he likes that about you.

You tend to speak to him in a certain way without meaning to and it drives him CRAZY.

Put your hand on his knee or thigh while he's driving and he will stop that car so fast.

Not even joking.

"Dal, why are we stopping?"

Literally has to STOP that car so he doesn't wreck the thing.

"Doll. Just- Move your hand. Do you want us to crash?"

When you find out why he's so nervous, please use it to your advantage.

Can't keep calm when you sit in his lap.

Hes fine when you are just sitting No he's not But when you start moving around?

He's trying so hard not to make it noticeable.

Talking on the phone?

Your voice drives him crazy. He has to pull the phone away from his ear like ten times so he doesn't have an orgasm right there lol.

Most of the time you do it on purpose.

"Dal? You there?" You say smirking to yourself.

"Y-yeah i'm here. Just doing some homework."

That boy don't do homework.

Please kiss his neck out of nowhere.

You might get a surprise.

Has a hand in your back pocket at all times.

He just wants to hold your ass honestly.

Whisper in his ear? Yes please. He will rise to heaven.

LOVES LOVES making out with you at night in his car.

Slaps your ass when he walks by.

Don't act like you didn't expect that. It's Dallas.

Loves you fr tho.