#dally x reader

summary: for the first time ever, dallas winston cares about a girl. so much so that he asks the adultest adult he knows for advice, even if it will get him teased a little. wc: 1.9k+ cw: hurt/comfort, happy ending, i may have fluffified dally a little

The slam of the Curtis’s front door is so loud that everybody straightens up, immediately expecting a yell from Darry for treating the house so poorly. Everyone is surprised when that doesn’t happen. More so, everyone is surprised when they turn to find Dallas looking morbidly stressed, his face void of any of its natural colour.

“What do I do when my girl is angry and I need to make her… not angry?”

The boys all cackle loudly at Dallas’s dilemma, and Ponyboy, who would usually refrain from making any comments at Dally’s expense, feels brave enough to question “You mean you haven’t dumped her for being mad at you?”

“Wow, you must like this girl.” Teases Steve, grinning widely. Dallas doesn’t find any of this funny, his face unchanging from its current state of stress. He’s not going to acknowledge Steve’s jab, because yes, he does like you, and indeed, you are the only girl he hasn’t dumped for disagreeing with him. However, Dallas does have to admit, he doesn’t understand why are you’re mad at him. Not at all.

“Where’s Darry?” He asks, huffing when three hands immediately point down the hall in the direction of the three rooms. From his spot in the living room, Dally can see that the bathroom door is cracked open, which only means one thing: Darry is in his bedroom. He hesitates; there’s no way he can just stroll up and knock on Darry’s door to ask advice about a girl. One he’s only been with for a couple of months at that (which is longer than he can say for his past relationships).

“What’s wrong, Dally boy?” Starts Two-Bit, more engaged in the conversation than his television show for once. “Too scared to knock on big ol’ Darrel’s door?” Dallas huffs, walking past the boys in the room and in the direction of Darry’s room. He pauses in the hallway when the older boy’s door cracks open on its own and Darry comes out, a white towel slung over his shoulder. When his eyes lift up from the floor and land on Dally, they go wide in surprise, not expecting him there at all, let alone looking so vulnerable.

“Darry, Dally wants girl advice from you!” Calls Sodapop from the living room, and Dally feels too called out to retort anything back to him, the tips of his ears going bright red. The corner of Darry’s lip quirks up, but he shakes his head to wipe the smile off his face, nodding towards the dining table, where he walks past Dally to take a seat. Dally hesitantly takes a seat, throwing a glare to the five boys in the living room before sitting down in front of Darry.

When Dally doesn’t begin the conversation, Darry raises his eyebrows up, causing the man in front of him — very much resembling a boy in his sheepishness at the moment — to mumble “She’s mad at me.”

“I figured. What did you do?” Muffled chuckles behind Dally have him crossing his arms over his chest. He deliberates asking Darry to tell them to leave, but no, he needs to keep his reputation. “I don’t know what I did wrong!” Dally exclaims, but all Darry does is cross is arms over his chest and lean back into his chair. Dallas sighs. “Her words were: I’m not gonna sit around waiting for you when you’re just a man. I have other things I could be doing.”

“Were you late again, Dally?” Johnny asks from where he’s sat in the living room, and Dally furrows his eyebrows, twisting around in his chair to look at the younger boy. He finds everyone looking back at him expectantly. “What do you mean ‘late again’?”

“As in, were you late to a date just like you’re late to everything else in life?” Clarifies Steve.

“I’m not late to everything!” Complains Dally defensively, squaring his shoulders when everyone’s faces morph into deadpanned expressions. He turns around to Darry, expecting the man to defend him to the other boys. What he’s met with is the same unimpressed expression.

“Dallas, you’re always late.” He says, not offensively, but truthfully.

“Man, it sounds like she’s doing you a favour by not breaking up with you. If a lady says she has lots of other things she could be doing, she’s talking about men.” Dally hears shuffling before Two-Bit pulls out a chair and sits next to him at the table.

“Two-Bit is right, Dallas. She’s giving you a chance to treat her the way she deserves before she leaves you for someone else who will treat her better than you. The reason she hasn’t left you yet is because she likes you.”

Dallas furrows his brows, his arms loosening over his chest. “All that over being late a couple of times?”

Darry sighs, placing his towel on the back of the chair beside him. “Dally, every time you’re late, you show her that you care less and less. You don’t value her time, so you don’t value her. Do you care about her Dally?”

Darry’s question surprises Dally, who swallows thickly, intimidated by the clearly watchful eyes around him. But after a long moment, he nods, voice quiet as he admits “Yeah, I care about her a lot.” Darry nods, appreciative of the boy’s honesty. He replies in a soft voice. “Okay, good. Now you have to show her you care. And that starts by showing up on time. But you can’t just do the minimum for a girl if you want her to know you like her. You’ve got to go out of your way to do things for her.”

“Like flowers.” Dally sighs in annoyance. A slap on the back of his head has him pushing his chair back to fight whoever it was, but a stern call of Dally’s name from the one person he fears has him slumping back in his chair. He soon discovers the hit had come from Sodapop, who takes a seat at the head of the table and tells Dally “Man, you don’t know the things I’d do if I still had Sandy. Flowers are nothing.”

Flowers are nothing.

Dallas replays that sentence in his mind over and over for the rest of the day, even when he lays on his bed back at Buck’s, asking himself about the things you love. How would he show you that he cares?

He’s never asked a girl to be his girlfriend before. He’d go on a couple of dates then go unresponsive, or acknowledge them just enough that he could have company on boring nights. But he’d taken you out more times in a single week than he’d had a total number of dates with any other girl in the entirety of their relationship. Dallas doesn't just want your company, he craves it. He likes taking you home from dates and kissing you softly, and likes having an arm around you no matter where you are. He used to hate when girls draped themselves over him on their dates, but with you? He needs everyone to know that you’re his.

So he buys the flowers, he buys some chocolate, and he buys something infinitely lasting. Something meaningful. Well, it’s not meaningful to him, but he knows from the stack on your bed that you’ll keep the teddy bear forever. And of course, he climbs the pipe to your bedroom window instead of having to face either of your parents at the front door. It’s a little bit of a struggle with all the things he’s carrying, but he manages.

Dally becomes sad while he looks through the window. You’re sat on the floor, cassette player next to you as you massage a thin cream onto your smooth face. He can’t believe you’ve ever been sat somewhere waiting for him, thinking he didn’t care about you. How did you manage to look at him afterwards?

Finally, Dally brings a hand up to knock on your window. Your head snaps towards the window, and Dally sees you squint at the glass before your expression turns to one of realisation. Dally smiles to himself when you push yourself off the floor, rushing to open the window. He sees the conflict across your features when you come face to face with him, and gulps thickly when you take a step back for him to enter your room. He drops his little gifts onto the floor before hoisting himself into your room. A little huff leaves him when he drops onto the floor, turning around to shut the window behind him. He scrambles to pick up the bouquet and teddy bear, leaving the chocolates on the floor so he can turn to you with a feeling he can only describe as vulnerable.

“Um, I do care.” Dally says, clearing his throat. You put your hands on your hips, a small frown making its way onto your features, but you let Dally continue. “And I didn’t realise that being late meant that I was showing you I don’t care. But I understand that now. I get that I need to make more of an- an effort with you so you don’t leave me for some other man.” Dallas blinks quickly, moving his gaze to the floor. He feels like throwing up. He is going to throw up. He inhales shakily, feeling a lump form in his throat. God, he is about to spread the most vile story about you if you turn him away now.

Except you don’t.

“Look at me Dally.” Dally refuses to glance up at you. You bring a hand up below his chin, pushing his face up so he can meet your gaze. You're not frowning anymore, but you still don't seem exactly happy. You hate that he looks adorable like this. Yes, you’re still mad at him, and no, you don’t understand how he didn’t see your point from the beginning, but ultimately, he has never stripped himself from his tough exterior in front of you, and it is just so charming.

“Hey. I can forgive you this time.” You tease, only half joking. He knows. Dally nods, hesitantly beginning to wrap his arms around you. You step forward into his chest, leaning into his body so he can hug you, and you bring your arms up to hold him in your arms too. “Can I… Can I get a kiss?” Dally mumbles against your hair, and you pull back slightly to look at him. You tilt your face up, a hand snaking up his chest to rest on the side of his neck.

Dally smiles softly at you before leaning in, his lips melding with yours. You can feel the way his entire body relaxes against yours, and it makes you breathe out in amusement. You pull away from the kiss, and Dally’s body jerks forward to follow you, but you put both hands on his shoulders to stop him. He looks betrayed for a moment, but you take the bouquet and cute bear from his hands, gently placing them on your bed before throwing yourself onto him. He stumbles back a step as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, lip slamming onto his, and he can’t help but smile into the kiss, his arms tightening around you to hold you close to him as he kisses you with all the passion he can muster.

When you pull away, it’s because you’re out of breath. Dally is panting too, but it seems he would have kept going if you hadn’t broken the kiss. He puffs his chest up, suddenly arrogant again, and you roll your eyes, pushing away from him to sit on your bed. You pick up the teddy bear, smiling down at it, and turn it around to face Dally.

“So what do you want to name him?”

Dally feels honoured to have even been given that opportunity.

Okay so the reader is a part of the Curtis family and her and dally have been seeing each other in secret UNTIL something happens maybe Ponyboy or Johnny ACCIDENTALLY spill it from when they went to Dally for help and like ponyboy was grossed out but promised to keep the it secret. When they do find out they Darry loses it where maybe soadpop is like chill about it. Meanwhile Steve and Twobit are just enjoying the show/just their? (I dont know if this makes any sense💀)

Girl Curtis | D.W.

summary: your relationship with dally was meant to be a secret, but one night at the drive-in changes everything.

pairing: dallas ‘dally’ winston x curtis sister!reader

includes: fluff, slightly suggestive, cursing, talks of physical fighting, mentions of killing, mentions of underage drinking, steve & two-bit not helping the situation, ponyboy being grossed out, johnny being a cutie pie, reader is practically a mini version of darry

a/n: i love matt dillon 🤍 (i got lost at the end, idk man 😭) and this got hella long

Being a Curtis meant living in constant change. No matter what day of the week it was or the season, every single day was completely different from the last. From waking up to an actual breakfast to having chocolate cake for every meal. And it wasn’t like your family never accepted the change, but change was always something hard for your family to cope with—especially after your parents had died a year ago.

So when Ponyboy accidentally found out that you—his older sister, his only sister—were seeing Dallas Winston—the boy who’s been to jail more times than he could count—behind everyone’s back, he was too shocked to even utter a word at the sight.

Dallas x shy!reader

Synopsis: You’ve always been shy, everyone who knows you knows it. Including your boyfriend Dallas who can’t help it when you’re trying to wiggle away from him and hide your face in your hands and the sheets while he’s fucking you, but makes fun of your shyness.

WARNINGS: smut, p in v, heavy degrading, shy!reader, light pats, mocking, reader hiding herself, facial, heavy language

:Requested by anonymous

"Shy," is always the word people use to describe you, always the thing that makes you distinct. As a kid, you were always hiding behind your parent, or talking really quietly when it was your turn to read in class. When people come to talk to you, you tense up, looking to the floor instead of their eyes, and speaking in mumbles rather than words.

So when it came to be that you were dating Dallas, it was a shock to most if not all—the tall, intimidating hoodlum who shouted and flipped off cops, and jumped little kids. The boy who didn't have a shy bone in his body is dating the sweet shy girl, who gets nervous when people as much as say hello to her. How you two even met, or came to be was a mystery, and there seemed to be no possible story to explain how you two came to be.

How you two worked, a mystery as well. You are so timid, and he is the exact opposite. A lot of times you'd be seen hiding behind Dallas, tightly gripping his hand as he squeezed yours for reassurance. In reality, he dealt well with your shyness. Which was a shock. He knew that you were shy, and didn't try to push you too much, although he definitely has his moments where he does.

Like right now, as he has you lying under him on your bed. Cock deep into your flushed, soaking pussy. Your hands are covering your face, one pressed to your mouth, the other shielding the other half of your face. All while you keep trying to bury yourself in the sheets, like you're trying to wiggle away and melt into the bed.

"Doll, where ya going?" Dallas chuckles, gripping you harder by your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts.

You let out a little whimper, turning your head away. Dallas shakes his head; every time you guys had sex you'd retreat into this shy little creature. Hiding away your face, shutting your eyes, covering up your mouth to seal in your whines and whimpers, closing your legs to hide that beautiful cunt between them. Your face was always red and flushed, even your neck and tips of your ears a bright cheeky red that never went away.

It's nerve-racking letting him see you like this, completely bare and naked. Knowing that he's the only person to see you like this. How can you not help but be shy when he's entering your body in places no one else has, making you cum on his cock. Leaking out that creamy white liquid, watching you wither and squirm as you try not to cum. Watching all the ways your body responds to him. It's embarrassing the way he gets you like this, completely brainless, pathetic, and your only response is to hide away and pretend that you're not there high on ecstasy.

Dallas inevitably finds it funny. He has that big dopey smirk on his face, and you know if you even glance at it you'll probably catch on fire and burn away from embarrassment. You don't respond to him, keeping your head buried deep in the sheets.

He chuckles and tries to push away your hands, but it's like trying to pry away metal from a magnet, "Baby move your hands."

You vaguely shake your head, the thought of him seeing your face makes you tense up.

He sighs and stops his movement, pulling out. Your body freezes and you blink; your hole pathetically clenches around nothing, almost trying to savor the feeling of his cock.

You let out a little whine at the loss of contact.

"Move your hands away, or I'm gonna leave you like this, and not let you cum," you gasp and your eyes go wide, peeking over your hand to look at him.

He sees those shaky little eyes, peeking over to see him, and smiles, "I wanna see those pretty eyes look at me, always hiding away like you're afraid of it. Like you don't like it."

You blush crimson, pulling away one of your hands while the other covers your mouth as you chew on your lip. Eyes a little watery as your body is desperately trying to savor the feeling of pleasure, dwindling through you.

"I-..." you let out a little noise meekly, barely being heard.

"Put your hands down now," you huff and pull your hands down to your side. Instantly feeling a wave of embarrassment and vulnerability as those dark brown eyes stare right at you. Your shoulders tense, and you keep flickering your eyes to somewhere, anywhere else in the room.

"Always so shy, always burying your face in the bed," he laughs. He grabs both of your legs and pulls them apart, re-slots right back into you. You let out a squeak and bring your hand up to cover your mouth.

"Hey—" he slaps the side of your hip, "What'da I say?"

Your eyes go wide again, flickering back up to him, "Y-y...ou."

"Come on spit it out."

"You said d-don't cover my face..." you say quietly, head dipping down into your chest like a sullen kitten getting kicked.

"There, ya go," he grins and thrusts back deep inside you. Plunging right into that spongy spot your body loves. You gasp and let out a whimper. Every time you let out a little noise you're almost shocked that it came out of you. Like you didn't know you ever could make those slutty little noises of pleasure. As he starts to fuck you again Dallas's words start to trickle out of the other ear you just heard them in. Starting to hide your face back into the sheets, and closing your eyes again.

He grabs a hold of your jaw, squeezing tight as he turns your head back towards him, "Aw you're getting shy again slut? Too much? My cock too good for you, you're getting all embarrassed."

Your breath leaves, and your lip trembles, pulling it back to chew on, "Always gotta hide away from me when I'm tryna fuck you. You don't like my cock?"

You barely register what he's saying to you, like a machine your jaw is like rust. Unable to speak, unable to even open.

He pats your cheek, "Open up, tell me you like it."

"I-I," you feel the breath knocked out of you, his cock splitting you open. You want to cry, feeling like a thousand eyes are upon you but it's just his, "I-I love...y-your cock."

He grins big and wide, hips cracking against your pelvis as he plunges deep into that gooey spot. Unable to shield your mouth and conceal your moans you let one out, high and involuntary. You gasp and clench down on your jowls to not make another noise.

Dallas immediately notices, "Nu uh, open your mouth."

Your eyebrows dip down into that pathetic look, the one that says you're too shy, too nervous. Dallas doesn't care anymore.

"Open your mouth, I wanna hear you moaning for this dick."

He presses his thumb to your lips and pushes in, pressing down on your jaw. Opening your mouth wide, no sound can be concealed or hidden away.

You feel your brain start to melt, saliva pooling around the corners of your mouth, and around his thumb. Your body arching up into him, moans ripping out of your throat. You desperately try to find something to shield yourself, cover up, or hide away. But you can't, you can barely even look away with Dallas holding your jaw so tightly in his grasp.

"This makes you shy? Me fucking you open with my dick, moaning and shit, making you feel good."

You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the proximity, from Dallas's eyes on you, from bare vulnerability.

He lets out a snicker, "Can't hide anymore, leaking around my cock like a whore. Y'know that? You even realize you're creaming around me?"

The degrading continues, even after he finally pulls his thumb out of your mouth, and lets you bury your head back in the sheets. He's got your legs pressed to your chest, cock deep inside your walls, grazing against your cervix as he speaks right into your ear.

"Just imagine everyone else seeing you like this. Seeing you're not so shy and sweet, but really just a slut who craves my cock."

You whimper and pout, tears pooling at your waterline. He's being mean, his words striking right into your chest, his cock thrusting right into that spot that's making you see white.

"D-dal..." you whine, trying to seep into the mattress.

He tugs at your jaw and has that dangerous glint in his eyes, "Come on, cum all over it. Don't need to be shy bout it."

You back arches up, pressing into him. Your eyes go wide as you feel that pressure and heat in your lower stomach press and press into you till it snaps. You grip onto Dallas's shoulders, legs twitching and wrapping tightly around him as white light fills behind your eyelids.

"There ya go," he rubs a few right circles on your clit with his thumb, making you spasm around him, walls clenching deliciously, which makes his head all fuzzy from the tight compact.

He swiftly pulls out and runs a hand along his shaft, stroking up and down while the other hand grabs you, forcing you on your knees at the edge of the bed.

He pumps his dick in his fist fast, and throws his head back as he cums, spurting hot ropes onto your face, giving you a nice creamy facial.

You gasp, mouth opening up to a sliver opening. Some land right on your tongue, and globs leak down your glossy lips seeping into your mouth.

He sighs from release and grabs your face, rubbing his thumb against your cum covered lips. Looking at his cum drizzled all over your face, not able to hide your face away into the creases of fabric, or your hands.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, lips parted, your cheeks bright red, cum dripping down the bridge of your nose and down the lines of your face.

"Wish I had a camera so I could show everyone your dumb face covered in my cum, then everyone would know how much of a slut you are. Wouldn't be able to hide then would ya?"

Your eyebrows twist down, lashes battering against your cheeks, lip protruding out. You shake your head no.

He smiles, "Good, now lie back down. Don't wipe a single drop of that cum off."

A/N: Sorry, guys this is kinda ass 😔

• has Polaroid photos of you (multiple) and keeps one in his wallet so he can look at you anywhere he is (even though your with him most of the time)

• lifts you up when he hugs you, gives you piggy backs randomly just because he wants to feel you close.

• pretends to get annoyed at his hair and say it’s not working just so you can be like “want some help?” And run your fingers through his hair.

• If he catches you doing any skincare or facemask best BELIEVE he’s doing it too- actually making you do it on him as he sits on the toilet seat, the edge of the bathtub, the counter, wherever, he will manspread and hold you between his legs as you grab his face and apply your pink facemask

• call him a big baby because that’s how he acts and he will deny it all he wants but there will still be s smirk on his face proving your point

• he is a suckerrrr for biting you, leaning hickeys all the time without even realising.

• everyone says this but hanging around the DX with him and Steve, and Steve flirts with you to make him jelly, then Soda dragging you ‘round the corner on his break to make outttt

• He wants a simple life, to marry you and have a kid and work his silly little job - so if you don’t want that then there’s a lot to work out

• dancing with him in the kitchen, and you pulling in pony as he sits there with a fake disgusted look on his face but giggles as soon as he’s in the mix

• having late night talks with darry when whoever in the house was asleep and deep down darrys a huge softie dor you and is glad his brother has come one like you

• litwrally eats you alive with his eyes

• when your not around he peobably makes up conversations with you in his head and fake scenarios I’m not even joking

• Dally probably ragebait a him too by making comments about you or tries to flirt with you but when you clock his bs sodas like😏😛

•. You could literally tell the MOST unfunny joke and he’d still be giggling and glazing 😭

• insists he’s psychic when it comes to your emotions

“are you mad..”

“No?”

“Your thinking about being mad though”

• gets into fights for you all the time, your at the drive in and a soc is flirting with you? Oh he is SWINGING, and then laughing because he said he enjoys fights sooo🤷‍♀️😉

• calls you mrs Curtis alllll the time😛😛

• your parents probably love him, so he doesn’t even need to sneak in through the window eventually and your house is like a second home to him, and you tell the gang they’re welcome anytime (just as long as they aren’t disrespectful😈 - also might make a fic based on ts?????)

Cryin’ over a movie - Dallas winson xCrybaby! reader

“Oh god, not the tears again.” Dally said as you fanned your face, quickly wiping away the tears. You sat on your plush, pink bed. The movie that was showing on the television opposite was just so sad. Your boyfriend didn’t think the same as you, he kept laughing and pointing at the screen, saying that it wasn’t sad.

Despite his mean words, he tucked you into his side, filling you with the smell of cigarettes and ash.

You sobbed openly into the fabric now, blubbering about how the girl didn’t deserve for the man to cheat on her, and how she deserved so much better.

“C’mer doll,” he said, sighing as some of your wetness stained his shirt. “It’s not that sad. Look! The girl is happy now.” His hand tangled in your hair, gently pulling your eyes to the tv.You looked up, giggling as the girl pet a dog. “Awe, so cute.” You sniffled, wiping away the rest of your tears with the help of Dallas. “D’you wanna watch something else?” He asked, so soft that his gang would probably tease him endlessly for as he reached for the remote. He switched the channels until he landed on…mickey mouse? “Dally!” You said, laughing again. The crying was long gone now, replaced by the sound of you and your boyfriend’s laughter.

Dally has two pet names for you.

One is baby. He uses this one in front of everybody else, it's what he calls all the girls he hits on. "Baby" is him just teasing and flirting and putting on a show, the way he likes to do.

The second name is love.

This is the real pet name for you, the one he really means.

Love just falls from his lips so naturally but only when you're alone. It's just his way. Dally struggles to be soft when others are around, wanting to keep that sharp as a switchblade, cold as ice image he's worked so hard to build. A part of it is protectiveness, as long as he's tough then nobody's dumb enough to come near "Dally Winston's baby".

But when you're alone, he can soften a little.

He can have a smoke by the open window, looking out into the darkness as your record player plays some old, sweet love song he can smile when you walk into the room, taking your hand in his as he pulls you closer.

"Come 'ere, love..."

He smells of smoke and cologne, his hands are rough, but his lips are soft as he kisses you again and again...

Darry Curtis:

He doesn’t want to admit how much it affects him when he sees you wearing his things. But he can’t deny that it does definitely make him feel something. Stronger maybe.

When Darry strolls into the kitchen late in the evening he isn’t expecting you to be in there at all, let alone to see you cooking in his shirt. His girl, his wonderful girl wearing one of his button ups, and smiling as he enters the room. It’s a little big on you, and one sleeve drops off your shoulder as you move toward him, lifting your arms ready for a hug.

“Hey doll,” he mumbles against your lips when you kiss him. The perfect antidote for his terrible day at work. “S’that my shirt?” He tugs at the fabric near the hem, fingers running over the old stitching.

“Mhm, is that problem?” You’re looking at him with genuine concern, as if you would take it off in an instant if he asked. But no, he definitely wants his shirt to stay on you.

“No, no problem doll. Just wondering.” He steps back, taking you in. “You look good.”

“Thank you.” You wink at him, a smile growing as Darrel steps back up toward you. He looks over your shoulder at the meal you’re making, and he’s glad there’s someone looking out for him.

“What’re you cooking?”

You glance back at the stove, shrugging his shirt back onto your shoulders. “Just you wait and see.”

~

Sodapop Curtis:

He’s so happy to see you when you show up at the DX on his lunch break that he practically runs out the door to meet you.

“Hey honey, what’re you doing here?” He damn near slams into you as he comes to a stop.

“I came to see you.” You say it likes it’s obvious because honestly, it kind of is. You don’t have a car, so you don’t need gas for it. Why else would you be at the station?

A smile grows on Soda’s face as he hears this news “Oh.” He leans down to kiss you, soft and sweet, “I’m glad you’re here.” He says when he pulls away.

Before you can respond, a car honks its horn at you, the driver signaling at you to get the hell out of the way so he can get his gas. “We better move.” Soda mumbles, tugging you along and over to the front wall of the DX. He leans against it, handsome as ever, happy to be with his girl.

Unfortunately the sun is a lot brighter on this side of the station. You’re squinting up at him, and without thinking, you pull his DX uniform cap off his head and put it onto your own. Instantly, you can see him better, his hair messy from the hat on it moments before. But his expression now, makes you chuckle.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, unable to stop yourself. The middle Curtis brother laughs, reaching up and adjusting the cap on your head.

“You look cute, is all. Wearing my stuff.” He tucks your hair near the front of your face underneath the cap so he can see you better, and you can’t stop a grin from forming at his gentle touch.

“Does it suit me?” You tilt your head to show off the DX label on the top of the cap, “you reckon they would hire me?”

Soda’s eyes crinkle at the edges, his smile shining off his face. “I’d sure as hell give you the job.” He mumbles, pulling you closer to him. He’s missed you since he started taking on more shifts to help Darry.

“Great,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “When do I start?”

“Right now.” Soda tilts his head so he can reach your lips underneath the cap, kissing you again, this time without interruption. He leans back further against the wall, pulling you with him and lifting you up. It always feels like a movie, the way he kisses you. It feels like true love bottled up and poured out with his touches.

It almost pains him to pull away from you and check his watch. “You wanna come inside? My breaks almost up.” He’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, unable to get over just how good you look in a piece of his uniform.

You would follow him anywhere, and you let him lead you through the doors of the DX, waving at Steve on your way in.

“Well look who it is!” Steve says when he sees you, knowing just how bad Soda’s withdrawals from you have been since he started working more.

“Hey Steve,” you smile at him, heading over to the counter to give him a hug. “You been keeping my boy company?”

Soda’s stomach flips as you call him ‘your boy’. Being yours means a lot to him.

“I’ve been trying to keep him entertained” Steve responds, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Nice cap by the way.”

You tilt it toward him. “Thank you.” Before you look over Steve’s shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I should leave you boys to it, huh?”

Soda doesn’t want you to, and it must be clear on his face because you move away from Steve and grab his face in your hands. “I’ll see you tonight.” You don’t know how you’ll make it to his place by the time his shift ends, but you’ll find a way.

“Yeah?” He relishes in the way your hands feel on his face, the skin on skin contact he’s been craving for days.

You nod, and push him behind the counter. “Yeah, now get back to work you slacker.”

He laughs, and so does Steve.

“Okay, yes ma’am.”

Before you go, you pull his hat off your head and place it back onto his. “You’ll need that.” You say, smiling wide to match Soda’s own expression.

He reaches over the counter and brushes your hair back into place. It’s a sweet gesture, him fixing your hair. It’s intimate, and you miss him already despite not having left yet.

The bell rings on the door behind you, signalling a customers entry. “That’s my cue, keep up the hard work boys.” You take yourself to the door, and wave them both goodbye.

As you leave, Soda’s eyes trail after you remembering your sweet eyes underneath the brim of the cap he currently wears. It smells faintly of your shampoo, and he pulls it down tighter onto his head. He never wants to take it off.

~

Dally Winston:

Dallas Winston loves when you wear his clothes. He’s been very open about it in the past, and he isn’t shy about parading you around when you wear his things. Today though, he’s just a smitten boy, with endless teasing and flirting up his sleeve.

As of right now, Dally is leaning against someone’s car—something expensive looking that he probably shouldn’t be touching—with you in front of him, just glad to be there.

He is just about to ask you what you want to do when he sees a light shiver run over you, and despite the cold and dark exterior he’s curated, Dally instantly shrugs off his jacket. “You cold, hun?”

“I’m fine Dally. Don’t worry about me.” You try and brush it off but He’s already putting the jacket around your shoulders, layering you up against the chill in the breeze.

“Damn right you’re fine, that’s why I can never stop staring at ya.”

You laugh at his shamelessness, and put your arms into the sleeves of his jacket. It’s old and worn but it smells like him. Of smoke and earth. Like the scent you notice when rain hits the pavement.

“Well, look at you.” Dally is eyeing you up in his jacket, eyes scanning over every detail as if he’s memorising you for something later. “Looking good, baby.”

He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, the kind that suggests he’s thinking about a lot of things he shouldn’t be. He puts his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans and pulls you closer, tucking his face into your neck and tickling you there with little bites and kisses.

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing something right now?” You struggle to get the words out when he’s distracting you like this, and he chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

“I am doing something.” He pulls back from your neck with one final kiss in the space under your earlobe. “You can join in if you want.”

His eyes move over you again, and his voice lowers “don’t know why I’ve never put this on you before.” He mumbles, adjusting the collar of his jacket on you. “You’re looking like my lady a little extra right now.”

You don’t really know what he means by it, but the way he says it makes your heart pound nonetheless. “I guess I’ve just never been all that cold before.” You shrug and the leather shifts on your shoulders.

Dally leans further back onto the car that isn’t his, practically sitting on the hood of the thing. He guides you to stand between his legs, and you stand over him, running your hands through his hair. He tries not to close his eyes at the touch, if only to keep looking at you in his clothes, but he’s not use to the kind of soft affection you give him. He’s not sure he ever will be.

“It’s comfy,” you say, looking down at the jacket you wear.

“Keep it.” He says it suddenly, and even though he loves the jacket, and it might be his favourite one, he likes it better on you.

“I can’t keep it Dally.” You protest, your hands placed firm on his shoulders. You squeeze gently, releasing some of the tension he holds there, and he slide his arms around your middle in appreciation.

“Yeah you can. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

“I’m not taking your jacket from you Dal, but I’ll wear it whenever you want if that makes you feel good.” You compromise, a cheeky grin sliding its way onto his lips as you do.

“That makes me feel real good sweetheart.”

A group of Soc’s walks past then, and Dally can’t help but show you off a bit, turning a little so if they look they can see what you’re wearing. It’s so clearly his by the way it fits on your frame and he wants them to know that.

They might have cash and fancy cars. Their houses might hold chandeliers and mahogany furniture, but Dally is richer than all of them combined with you by his side.

He moves his gaze away from the Soc’s that pass, turning back to you. He stands, sliding his hands around to your lower back underneath the jacket.

“Let’s go somewhere nice, huh?”

The way you’re looking at him, like he’s worthy of all the positive attention in the world makes his chest feel warm. “Anywhere is nice with you.” You say, and he’s surprised by just how badly he needed to hear that.

“Okay then, that gives us a lot of options.” The joke is light, as he starts walking with you toward nowhere in particular.

You lean into him, and he has to adjust the way he strides to accommodate for it, but he doesn’t mind one bit.

“I like wearing your clothes Dallas.” You say out of the blue, his full name taking him off guard. It sounds good when you say it though, not like the scolding way the cops call it out.

“You do huh? That’s good.”

“I like feeling like I’m yours.” You spill, deciding that if the world were to end tomorrow, you’d want him to know the little things like this.

Lucky for you, he wants to know those little things too. Dallas Winston is stone cold, tougher than most, but right now, walking through the streets that have never felt like home before—he’s in love.

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