Helloooooooooooo everyone!! This a part 2 for this has been requested for a very long time and I finally got around to it! I hope you like it x
You were still hanging
around the guys, but no one had really seen Dallas in weeks.
Well, you hadn’t, that is.
Steve and Soda claim that they saw him walking around downtown with the Shepard
gang a week ago. You sigh. Soda was working on a car a few feet away, and Steve
was up front working with a customer. Johnny was probably with Pony, and
Two-Bit had probably spent the majority of last night drinking. Darry was
working, as per usual, and you had nothing better to do.
“Hey, Y/N?” Soda asks,
sticking his head out from behind the hood. You nod.
“You know what’s up with
Dally?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck. You weren’t nearly as bad as
Dallas, but Soda knew that you had a temper on you, and he wasn’t sure that he
wanted to mess with that. Your eyes narrow, but you shrugged.
“He was being an asshole. I
was sick of it.” You tap your fingers on the table you were sitting on. You
suddenly didn’t want to be there. Soda nods, and you hop off the table. “Hey,
I’m gonna get going. See you later.” He waves slightly and you walk out of the
You walk down the street and
play with the cuff of your jacket. A car rumbles in the distance before Buck’s
T-Bird comes into view. He slows down and stops next to you.
“Hey, Y/N!” He calls through
the open window. You stop and lean down.
“What brings you round here,
Buck?” You ask.
“Thought I might find you.
Listen, we got a bit of a problem over at my place… Think you could do some good.” He says. Your
eyes narrow, but you open the door to the car and climb in.
By the time you had pulled
up to his place, you were wondering what on earth could be wrong. Buck wasn’t
the brightest… but he was a grown man, and could handle most things. A feeling
of dread settled on your shoulders. What the hell did Dallas do? You suddenly
sat up straighter, ready to get out the moment Buck stopped the car. What if he
was hurt? Stupid, stupid Dallas… He was always getting himself into trouble,
and if he had gone and gotten himself hurt, you would kill him.
You jump out once Buck rolls
to a stop and head straight for the door. You pull it open and march inside.
You immediately look around and spot a head of white-blond hair at the kitchen
table. You all but run over to it.
Dallas is shirtless, and his
head is bowed down over a mug of brown liquid. You had never really known
Dallas to be a coffee drinker (you would later learn that he was desperate… anything
to get rid of the headache.)
“Fuck.” You mumble, immediately
kneeling down beside him and wrapping your arms around you. He jerks up and
turns to you, his eyes startled.
“Y/N?” He exclaims. His
voice is thick, and it sounds slightly off.
“You jerk!” You say, hitting
his back and wrapping your arms tighter around him. He winces at the violent
motion but slowly wraps his arms around you. “I thought you were hurt! Buck
said that something was wrong over here and… fuck, Dallas! You could’ve been dead!”
You say, pulling away and looking at him. Then you truly see him.
His eyes are puffy and red.
His hair is slightly damp though, as though he had just taken a shower. He
looked hungover, but something else too. You reach your hand up and place it on
the side of his face, running your thumb gently over his eyes as they flutter
shut and then down his cheek. He sniffs and his expression hardens. Dallas had
been crying. You don’t know where Buck had gone, but you now know what he meant
when he had said there was a problem.
“I ain’t dead.” He finally mumbles,
and you nod. He opens his eyes again, and they widen slightly when he sees that
you too are crying.
“I’m so sorry, Dallas; I’m
so sorry.” You say as you gasp in air before leaning in and kissing him. You
kissed him hard, harder than you had ever kissed any boy before. But those boys
weren’t like Dallas. Dallas doesn’t move at first, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of your body pressed against his and your lips on his. He had never felt you that way before.
His arms wrap around you and he pulls you closer, bringing you up slowly from
where you had been kneeling on the floor. You finally pull away and straighten
your back. You move slowly, giving him time to react, lowering yourself onto his
lap. He looks at you and you stare right back.
“I lied.” He says slowly. You
raise an eyebrow.
“What?” You ask, wiping the
tears from your cheeks.
“I lied. I do,” He cleared
his throat. “I do love you.” He says quietly, and rubbing at your face is
suddenly pointless, because you let out yet another sob.
“I love you Dallas. I could
love you Dallas, so much.” You say. His hand rubs your thigh, and you hold his
face, your forehead resting on his. He wasn’t letting go again.
“Dally had spent three years on the wild side of New York and had been arrested at the age of ten. He was tougher than the rest of us— tougher, colder, meaner. The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn’t present in Dally. He was as wild as the boys in the downtown outfits..” - S.E. Hinton The Outsiders
Ponyboy likes how excited you get
about the things you love. Even if it’s something that he couldn’t possibly
understand – like a book or song you’d found – he loved listening to you talk
about it. Your eyes light up and your voice gets just a little bit louder and
occasionally you’ll grab him or shake him because you’re so excited, and he
just grins stupidly and stares at you, dumfounded as to how he got you.
Sodapop likes how quick-witted and
lively you are. You always seemed to be a step ahead, and it always keeps him
on his toes. Even the gang can see how Soda has finally met his match – someone
who isn’t too slow for him, someone who can keep up with his maddeningly fast
pace of living. You’re alive. Not just surviving, but living in a way that’s
not excessive in possessions, but more than enough in feeling, in passion, and
you’re doing it all with Sodapop Curtis; and man, is he happy to go raise havoc
Darry likes how selfless you are. He
never seemed to see the quality in himself, but when he looks at you and sees
how you had stay up to talk to him after work despite the exhausting day you
had, or how you always help Pony go over his homework even though he knows that
you would rather be sitting with him, he realizes how often you’re putting
others before yourself, and he loves it. He thinks it shows that a certain
reliability – one that the gang, and he, needs.
Dally likes how clever you are. He
was a smart guy, and though he would never admit it, he knew when someone was
smarter than him; and you were. Not just in the street way, either. You could
talk to Pony about school for hours, or have a conversation with Darry that no
one else could really keep up with. Yet, you also knew your way in the streets.
The East side was rough, but you knew how to manage yourself. You knew what you
had to say and you said it, and he loved it.
Johnny likes how eloquent you are.
You rarely seem to struggle with words, and you often use language that should
be above him, but somehow you never make him feel dumb like everyone else does.
He’ll ask you what something means and you’ll grin and go into depth explaining,
never doubting him like most others do.
Two-Bit likes your strange
understanding of him – not only do you always seem to get his offbeat humor,
but you seem to get him in ways that others haven’t. After being deemed the
joker of the group, the idea that Two-Bit was anything else seemed to be silly
to everyone else. But when you sat there with your big eyes staring at him,
absorbing every word he said, and then you understood… Man, Two-Bit knew that
you were the one.
Steve likes how gentle you are. Even
when you’re loud, you’re somehow never violent – and not violent in the
physical way, though you were never that either – but violent in the loud,
imposing manner that many greasy girls were. You were never rough, and you even
when you gave a loud, lively laugh it was always warming. There was something
about being around you that made people feel tranquil, and although Steve hates
to admit It, it makes him feel safe.
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:
Hey I’ve read your imagines where dally is super tough around everyone else but really nice and protective and a softie around you and I was wondering if you could possibly do a reader insert like that? Sorry if you already have and I just missed it