dallysdolly444

[dallysdolly444]

someone should write a fan fic for 'daytona' dan jackson. cuhmon guys.

btw hey guys pls do requestsss i cant think of anything to write on my own and it'd be funnn

[dallysdolly444]

stupid cupid.

summary: dallas has to own up to his feelings for you to the big man himself, darrel curtis, your dear brother. meanwhile, you gush about him to ponyboy and johnny. part 2 of this fic!

warnings: crude language, smoking, mentions of sex, lmk if i missed anything <3

the aroma of tomatoes floats through the kitchen as you stir the pot of your signature sauce for spaghetti and meatballs. dallas's favourite, is something in the back of your mind. ponyboy is sat at the dinner table, smoking a cigarette. "so, you and dally, huh?" he comments out of nowhere.

you whip your head around, eyes widening. how the hell did ponyboy know? your mind goes back to what dally had told you, how he had drunkenly bragged to johnny about your date yesterday, he must have told ponyboy. does darry already know? as far as she knows, he's gonna bust through the door yelling about 'surrounding yourself with good people, not hoods like dallas'. "how do you know that?" you question your brother, immediately regretting not denying the claims.

ponyboy shrugs. "johnny said you were on a date with dally." he shrugs, with a grin. "didn't know you were into guys like dally. you're in deep shit with darry, though" he teases, stubbing out his cigarette. just then, johnny walks through the door, without a reason as always.

"you!" you say, a bit louder than intended, pointing your spoon at him. "why'd you tell everyone?" you question, softening your voice when you see the way he shrinks slightly.

johnny chews on his thumbnail nervously. "shit, i'm sorry. i didn't know it was meant to be a secret when dally told me" he says, crossing his arms protectively. "he was uh... really excited. i've never see 'im like that before" he mutters.

you sigh, going back to stirring. "well, he is special when he's with me" you say softly, mind going back to dallas. by special, he's not perfect by any means. but he's better.

ponyboy hums. "like what, he's nice?" he teases, unable to even imagine dallas winston being nice, even with his wild imagination.

you roll your eyes and clear your throat. "i'm never nice" you say, mocking dallas's voice the best you can. listening to him talk for hours on end sure helps your ability to mimic his accent. "he's not 'nice', per se, he's still an asshole. he's just... he doesn't yell, he doesn't smoke as often and he doesn't treat me like full shit" you say.

johnny snickers slightly, a noise definitely missed around these parts. "dally isn't ever like that" he comments with a slight smile. hearing about 'nice' dally fuels his admiration for the older boy, even if the bars so low, the devil would trip over it.

you just smile. "he's a good kisser" you giggle, recalling all the times you've been on buck's couch, with dallas's hands in your hair and his lips on yours as he holds you tight to him.

"ew!" ponyboy says, smacking his hands down on the table. "i dont wanna hear about dally and you kissin'!" he says, before you can even describe it. you just giggle, that was exactly the reaction you wanted from ponyboy. you are his big sister after all.

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meanwhile, dallas was trying to enter the home as discretely as possible, wanting to see you. he had caught drift of the fact that darry knew, and he knew darry probably wanted to beat his head into his ass or something.

darry, however, opened the door for him, arms crossed. he's always been an imposing figure, but he sure makes dallas feel small. and scared, but he's not gonna say that. "hey darrel..." he chuckles awkwardly. dally almost never acts like this.

darry looks down at him. "winston. lets go to the living room, hm?" he asks, crossing his arms. "you're seeing my sister, aren't you?" he asks coldly, sitting down on the couch.

dallas stiffens his body and tries to stand up straighter. "yeah, maybe i am. she's good looking" he says, trying to play it cool. he means it when he says that, it's one of the only things he's ever meant. you're a beautiful girl, you're his beautiful girl.

darry sighs. "sit down, dallas." he says gently, and when dallas does, he starts to talk. "look. i don't wanna tell you to stop seeing her, i know you well enough to know you wont listen to me." he pauses, making sure dallas is listening. "i just want you to know some things. treat her well, kid. you know we'll be pissed at ya if you fuck up," he's rambling before dally cut him off.

"i know, man" dallas says, playing with his rings. his eyes lock on the one you gave him, thinner and more dainty than his others. "i know. i ain't gonna hurt her, yknow? i uh... i like her" he mutters. he tries to convince himself its your body, the sex, anything that isn't just the way you make him feel. the way you are. he debates telling darry he loves you, but he's never been that brave, so he settles on; "i like her a lot."

darry listens, and pauses for a moment. he just... thinks. he stares at dallas for a moment, as if trying to read his mind. 'i like her, i like her' he can tell he means he loves her and he eventually sighs.

without a word, darry reaches over and shakes dallas's hand. there's nothing said, nothing heard. nothing needs to be said. dallas made it past the brother, the stand-in father. for a moment, dallas sees mr. curtis, remembers the way he would laugh and joke about dallas having a crush on his daughter.

a smile slightly cracks on dallas's face. "this mean i can come over?" he cracks a joke.

"keep the door open."

authors note: this is a shorter fic, i lowkey prefer the shorter ones sorryyyy <3 btw if ur reading this pleeeasseee drop a comment ur comments give me lifeee!! tysm for all the love on the first fic, you genuinely don't know how much this all means to me. i really just want to make people happy with what i write, it's something i've loved since i could write lol. sorry to get all sentimental, this just means alot. thank you so so much to the person who requested part one, this was so much fun to write. i love you all. i really mean lots of love.

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

women!

summary: cherry didn't even know girls could flirt with other girls, so when the pretty greaser girl sitting behind her starts calling her pretty and offering her a coke, she doesn't know what to think!

warnings: slight internalised homophobia, homophobia (brief), smoking, drinking, crude language, dally in the drive-in scene, no real description of reader other than the fact she has hair (sorry if ur bald, ignore that part), slight cheating, lmk if i missed anything <3

drive in movies were always a mix between nice and awful. a mix between fun movies, good snacks and greasers with their cigarettes stinking up the surrounding areas. cherry settled in her seat, marcia next to her. "i came here to see a movie, i'm gonna see a movie!" she says, crossing her arms. bob was drinking again, couldn't he just put the bottle down for one date?

you were sat with dally, ponyboy and johnny, cigarette hanging from your lips. cherry was exceptionally good looking, everyone knew that. clearly, dallas winston did too. he started flirting with her first, talking real dirty to her, in that way he always does. "this your real red hair? is it the same red hair on your..." as his eyes drift lower, you smack his hand.

"lay off, winston" you warn. dallas shrinks away like a puppy being told off. you're like an older sister to him, and he hates when you scold him like this. he stood up, muttered about not being wanted and stalked off, with his tail between his legs. "sorry bout him" you mutter to cherry, looking at her properly. "he means well, he just don't know how to act" you explain.

she sighs softly, crossing her arms. "yeah, well he should learn." she says bitterly, whipping around to face you, johnny and ponyboy. "you're not gonna start in on us too now, right?" she snaps, immediately feeling bad.

you chuckle, not phased by her getting kind of angry. well, you can't really judge her, can you? "we ain't. pony and johnny are too sweet to do nothin', and i ain't that forward." you say with a wink.

her cheeks heat up at that, chewing on the inside of her mouth. she's never been so nervous around a girl before, has she? gosh, she's not one of those girls with... same sex attraction, is she?

you move your attention back to cherry's hair. dallas sure brought attention to it. "your hairs real pretty yknow. ain't never seen nothin' so orange. it's reeaal nice" you say, drawling put the word 'real' as you blow out some smoke from your mouth. "you wanna come with me to get a coke? your friend'll be fine, she's all... occupied" she gestures to marcia, who while you and cherry were chatting, had started nattering off with two-bit, who had walked over at some point.

cherry shrugs her shoulders and nods her head, why not? there's nothing wrong with getting a coke with a girl, right? she could just be a girl friend, right? either way, she gets up and follows you to the concession stand. "so, you're a greaser, right?" she asks politely.

"yeah i am" you nod, with a grin. you're proud of being a greaser, and you can tell she doesn't entirely hate it. you pay for your cokes, using the money you get from shifts at the dingo. "i ain't all weird like dally when i flirt though. you wanna test that out?" you grin, leaning closer.

her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush. you're flirting with her? you're flirting with her! it's like a whole new world has just risen from the sea, the world of women. that's dramatic, but cherry sure likes it. "i've never been flirted with by a girl before." she says softly, trying to sound more confident.

you smile, handing her the coke, fingertips lingering on each others. the two of you start to walk to a more secluded place, behind the concession stand as you open your mouth to talk. "let me start with how fucking gorgeous you are. you're so beautiful, i bet that damn soc boyfriend doesn't appreciate you as he should, does he?" you mutter, hand coming up to twist and twirl her hair.

cherry's lips part as she looks up at you. you're slightly buzzed, she can tell, and it's like it's transferring into her. she would usually never entertain anyone flirting with her, especially not when she has a boyfriend and especially not a greaser. but it's something about your lipstick, slightly smudged onto the straw from which you drink your coke from and the way your eyes lock with hers...

unable to resist, you lean down and press your lips to hers. it lasts for a brief moment, but it's soft, beautiful, real. cherry only pulls away with a slight yelp when she hears some old man mutter 'queers' under his breath. she looks up at you with wide eyes. "i've never done that before." she whispers.

she wants to do it again and again.

authors note: hehe yay! this is from the request from this fic, but these r in two different universes lolol! finally cherry gets to be the one being liked instead of just pining. anywayys this was my first time not writing a really girly reader! i hope u guys dont get sick of my feminine readers, but like its me. its self indulgent. shrugs. anyways, thanks so much for all the love on my fics, this is crazy!!! (curtis!reader part 2 and my special reader au thing is coming soon trust x)

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

Please make more cherry x reader, I beg of you!

Maybe they go to the DX and reader is flirting with Sodapop and Cherry gets jealous

Or, hear me out, greaser!reader! And they meet at the drive or a diner or something and reader flirts with her and Cherry is confused by her feelings? Thank you in advance ❤️❤️

my crime was my blind jealousy.

summary: while cherry is still confused about her budding feelings for her best friend, they visit the local gas station. after seeing her being sweet-talked by the local greaser darling, it finally settles in, with the help of a certain crooked toothed boy. part two of this!

warnings: brief internalised homophobia, fem!reader, mentions of bob being toxic (cheating), lmk if i missed anything <3

the dx was a great place to get gas, and an even better place to gawk at pretty boys in. of course, thats what you had dragged cherry along to do, just missing the longing look in her eyes as you giggled about the 'dreamy guy' working there.

sodapop curtis is objectively beautiful, he looks like some movie star or something. he has that kind of dashing smile, that only boys who know how to use it have. he was discussing cars with you, looking at you with those eyes. it's not like he's flirting with you, those are just his eyes.

but it all tears cherry up. she'd usually join in on a conversation like this, but she just watches, not realising the bitterness from inside of her has washed up onto her face. she doesn't even notice when the other boy working walks over.

"hey redhead" he mutters, southern accent falling easy from his lips. "ya got a crush on soda or somethin'?" he teases, with a grin revealing his crooked teeth. something about him is charming, not in the same way as sodapop, but in a friendly way. a way that lets you know he wont just laugh at you or try to get in your pants.

cherry scoffs. sure, he's handsome, but she knows for sure she doesn't like him. it confuses her, everyone loves him, everyone finds him attractive. cherry just doesn't? is there something wrong with her? "i do not have a crush on him." she argues. "i'm just watching him flirt with my friend. it's obnoxious" she says, crossing her arms.

steve nods. "ya look all jealous. i'm good at tellin' what people are feelin', and yer jealous." he hums. "you like the girl or somethin'?" he teases, but seeing the look on cherry's face, his eyes widen slightly.

cherry's eyes widen slightly, and her cheeks heat up. liking girls? is that even possible? she's heard that some boys like other boys, but thats weird, right? "w-well..." she stammers, her words kind of shaky. "no..?" she hums.

steve looks around, crossing his arms. "i heard of things like that" he says quietly. "some times people like people their same gender, right?" he says, knowing he can't talk too much about this. "i ain't gonna tell no one, but do ya like her?" he asks, tilting his head.

do i like her? cherry looks over at you, as you played with your hair, giggling while sodapop shows off his biceps. "...god. i don't, okay? i have a boyfriend." she says. she looks at you and soda, feeling that same jealousy that she felt when she would see bob flirting with other girls. she looks at the boy again, his name plate says steve. "what... would it be bad if i did? she's pretty, right?" she says softly.

steve shrugs. "yeah, she is. she's a good lookin' broa- girl." he corrects himself quickly, trying to show how he's not an asshole. "i won't tell no one you like chicks" he whispers, with a grin. "''ey soda! quit flirtin' with the soc's! they gotta get goin'." he says, sending a wink to cherry.

you just laugh, walking back over to cherry and taking her hand. "isn't he cute?" you whisper, with a grin. "gosh, he's dreamy!"

cherry just nods and smiles slightly, with newfound confidence. confidence isn't exactly the right word. she's nervous, but atleast she knows what's going on.

she knows why she wishes you were a boy, and she doesn't wish that anymore. she just wishes you could be together now.

authors note: hey, i'm so happy u liked my cherry x reader fic (its more of a drabble or smth idk the terms)!!! i was worried ppl weren't gonna like it aha! anywayyys i love ur ideass!! but i thought, why not both? anyways idc if steve being a matchmaker is inaccurate, i adore him and he deserves more airtime in fics. yall are sleeping on steve. someone request steve pls <3

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

little update!!

hi guys! wow, u guys rlly loved the curtis!reader fic! part 2 will be out soon, feel free to drop ideas in the comments <3

anyways, i'm making a new reader! i always see allll those fun special reader au's and i want to be included so i shall make my own >:)! so look out for thoseee and have a lovely dayyy!!

[dallysdolly444]

hi sweetie !! can u do dally x curtis sister where they’re secretly dating. reader says she’s at a sleepover and dally is at bucks but they’re actually on a date. during a hangout between the greasers two asks where reader and dally are and johnny secretly slips the secret ?!

sneakin' around.

summary: dallas was aways one to sneak around, so if he's got a girlfriend, especially a curtis one? he's gonna keep it up. he doesn't change for anyone.

warnings: crude language, smoking, dallas tries to initiate sex, but nothing graphic dw!! fem!reader, lmk if i missed anything <3

"bye darry! i'm going to sally's!" you call, pretending your heart isn't racing. darry just nods in response, not looking up from the newspaper. maybe you weren't going to sally's for a 'girls night sleepover'. you step out the front door, nearly having a heart attack when you see dallas right there.

he grins at you, steadying you with his hands on your hips. "calm down, doll. did my ugly mug scare ya that bad?" he asks teasingly, pecking your lips. "c'mon, let's get outta here before your brother catches us and skins me" he grins, grabbing your hand and starting to walk with you.

you roll your eyes, looking up at him as he drags you. "you're not that ugly, dally" you say, pecking his cheek. "where are we heading anyways?" you question, looking up at him.

he shrugs, letting your hand go and stuffing his in his pockets when he's sure you're following. "i dunno, man," he says, with a shrug. "shouldn't we just head to the dingo?" he offers.

you sigh dramatically, leaning into him. "dallas winston, you might just be the least romantic person i know." you say. "you call me man and you offer the dingo? for our first date?" you chuckle, scolding him jokingly. "i oughta teach you how to treat a lady, huh?"

"oh i can treat a lady fine" dally grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and sliding his hand down, to which you laugh and smack it away. "cmon man, the dingo's fine" he says, with a shrug.

"yeah, fine if you want front-row tickets to some losers throwing punches. fine if you want to sit on gross chairs that are falling apart" you points out, crossing your arms. "let me choose where we go, okay?" you say.

dallas shrugs "yeah, yeah, whatever. you broads know stuff about dates, yeah?" he mutters, kinda disappointed you didn't want to go to the dingo. maybe he should've realised that the rundown diner wasn't the best place to take a girl, but to be fair the only 'dates' he had with sylvia was making out in the back of her car.

you think for a moment. "well... the food from the dingo is good enough, we could take some to go and head to the park?" you offer, tapping your finger against your chin.

dallas nods. "yeah i like the food from the dingo, it's shit" he says, with a grin. he's right — it's kinda awful. the burgers are too greasy, the fries are too salty and the milkshakes don't taste quite right. but it's perfect.

the two of you walk, mindlessly chatting about anything and everything. when you finally get to the dingo, you ask him a question. "no-one's gonna find out about this, right? like no one knows i'm here with you?" you question. darry likes dallas fine, he's a friend at the end of the day, but he wouldn't like dallas with you. hell, you could barely hang out without darry doing that 'disappointed dad' look.

dallas grimaces slightly, like he stubbed his toe or just got caught in with his hand in a cookie jar. "about that... i told johnny i had a date tonight, and i might've let it slip it was with you" he says. he barely let it slip, more like declared it. he was a couple beers in when he slapped johnny on the shoulder. it was more of a; 'got a date with the finest broad in tulsa, man. i'm gonna score with the one and only curtis sister' then just letting their secret 'slip'.

"dally!" you scold, frowning. johnny could tell ponyboy, and pony would tell soda, who would no doubt tell darry. if darry knows, you're screwed. probably grounded for life, and dallas will definitely get his ass handed to him.

"johnny won't say anything, that kid knows better" dallas says in that annoyingly soothing voice. "plus, this just adds... high stakes" he grins, patting your ass gently, drawing a slight glare from you.

you two got your food quickly, and headed off. the takeout bag was warm in your arms as you held it like a baby or something. the park wasn't far away, and you two sat off behind some bushes and trees. it's nice, surprisingly. you chow down on your greasy burger as dallas starts with his fries.

he lights up a cigarette between bites. you laugh, looking over at him. "how can you smoke while eating? that's gross, winston" you tell him, although you don't really mind when he smokes. it's bad for him, sure, but it smells kinda nice in a gross way. the fact he looks hot while doing it is just a plus.

dallas grins through a mouthful of food. "don't you go tryin' to change me, curtis" he mocks, reaching over to steal one of your fries, as he had already finished him. "i'm tough, babe" he says.

you just smile, rolling your eyes. "don't steal any more of my fries" you say playfully, resting your head on his shoulder. you feel his hand trail down from your shoulders to your waist, snaking up your shirt. "winston" you warn, pushing his hand out from under your blouse. "we're eating, it's not the time" you say, pecking his cheek.

he scoffs, acting all offended. well, he's not, he's not that awful. "you'll change your mind" he mutters, stealing some more of your fries and stuffing them in his mouth.

meanwhile, in the curtis household, you're about to be in a world of trouble. "where the hell is that girl?" darry mutters, only being calmed down by the cup of coffee in his hand and the fact that sodapop reminded him how much of a goody two shoes you are. he had called sally's mother, who confirmed that you were not in fact having a sleep over.

johnny walks in through the front door without a word. he never really needed a reason or an explanation when he came to the curtis household. he saw the way darry was all stressed and antsy, and knew he needed to ask. "what's wrong, darry?" he asks, sitting down on the couch next to sodapop.

"we dunno where our sister went" sodapop explains, offering a slight smile to johnny. "said she was going to a sleep over, but she ain't where she said she was. i guess we all gotta sneak out once in our lives, right?"

two-bit emerges from the kitchen, slice of chocolate cake on his plate. nobody ever really knew why he was anywhere, and he didn't quite need a reason either. "yeah, where is girl curtis?" he says, using the name he always called you. "she's been acting all odd recently, i ain't heard from dally either" he comments. in truth, he knows. he can tell from the glances between you. he also knows that dallas would tell johnny.

he just wants conformation, and he sure got it. "ain't they going out?" johnny questions, wrongfully thinking it was common knowledge. he realises immediately that it wasn't by the way two-bit grins, soda's eyebrows raise slightly and how darry's expression drops. "they're what?"

authors note: dallas is such a dog i love himmm!! i don't think he's that accurate when i write him but this is all self indulgent so who cares. anyways i hope u liked this anon!

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

waiting by the phone.

summary: marcia never knew why two-bit didn't call her back, so she asked him. what happened with marcia and two-bit after the events of the outsiders?

warnings: two-bit x marcia, this has no reader, cursing? (i kinda forgot), lmk if i forgot anything <3

marcia was never the kind of person to hold in her feelings, she was always confrontational. one thing she wasn't though, was good at knowing when to talk. so even though the next time she saw two-bit matthews was merely a weekend after two of his best friends died, she stormed up to him.

two-bit noticed her as she practically speed-walked over to him, that annoyed look on her face. god, her face. that was a sight for sore eyes, a sight he could really do with, because his eyes were in fact sore. he leaned against the lamp-post he was near, smirking slightly. "hey baby, walking all over to little ol' me?" he offers jokingly, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow.

marcia stepped up to him, narrowing her eyes slightly. "why didn't you call me. it's been days!" she scoffs, waving her arms around slightly. she barely cares that she's making a scene, and neither does he.

two-bit chuckles, twisting some of her short brown hair. "aw, you been waiting by the phone or somethin', baby? am i that important do you?" he grins, trying to keep the playful act up so she can't catch on to anything else. anything deeper.

"don't dodge the question, two-bit" marcia scoffs, flicking his hand off her hair. not because she doesn't want him touching her, she might, but because she got it all done pretty. "why didn't you call?"

he looks around. nobody was watching anymore. he sighs slightly. "don't lie to me, marcia. it was phoney, wasn't it? you got a damn soc-y boyfriend, why would you give me your number?" he asks, playing with his fingers.

she sighs, leaning next to him. "me and randy broke up." she says softly. "and it wasn't a fake number. i waited for you to call all night." she mutters, looking over at him. "i'm sorry johnny and dallas died. johnny was nice and dallas bought me a coke." she offers, knowing at funerals they say nice stuff about dead people. so she figured that would work.

two-bit chuckles. "he did, didn't he? and johnny is nice. was, fuck. it's... weird, yaknow?" he says, crossing his arms, a solemn look crossing over his face. "i just uh... i just miss 'em. but hey, they'd want me to be talking to a pretty girl, dontcha think?" he says, trying to flip it.

a smile tugs at marcia's lips as she holds out her arm, taking two-bits. "well, then how 'bout you take me to the diner then?" she offers, squeezing his arm. "you don't have a choice, you know, you're my hostage." she quips, leaning over to peck his cheek.

a goofy grin crosses over two-bits face, and he cocks an eyebrow again. "well, sound's fine to me. but it'll look like you're my hostage" he says, messing up her hair.

authors note: i hope this is alright, since it isn't a character x reader, instead a character x character. but, i adore two-bit and marcia more than anything, so i wanted to write for them <3 im going to sleep now gn guyss

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

Can you write Dallas x curtis!sister? It’s my fav! Thank you☺️

pretty little baby.

summary: dally wasn't the kind of guy darry, or even ponyboy and soda wanted around their sister. but he'd be there anyways.

warnings: smoking, fem!reader, tooth aching fluff my boy deserves some fluff, lmk if i missed anything <3

dallas was at the curtis house as usual, darry was making dinner, steve and soda were arm wrestling and ponyboy and johnny were reading. no one was paying attention to him, so he snuck off to your room, as he often does. he leans on your doorframe, watching you put your hair curlers in.

you look up, and smile. you actually smile? god, you always smile. he loves that every time. anyone else would tell him to 'get lost' but you just smile. "hi dally" you say, with a kind smile. like he isn't just some hood. like he deserves respect.

he grins back at you, not in the kind way he kind of wants to, but in his dumb sleazy way that he does. "hey doll. whatcha doin there with your whole rolls an' stuff" he says cooly, walking over to pick up one of your rollers.

instead of smacking him away, scolding him or getting angry, you just laugh and let him check the roller out. "i'm doing my hair. oooh, dally, can i put one in your hair?" you offer sweetly, looking up at him with those big eyes.

"no way, i ain't a girl" dally scoffs, sounding offended. but, despite saying that, he sits down on your bed, almost wanting you to put the curler in anyways. when you just nod and don't even push, he sighs. "fine. jus' do it. don't go tellin' anybody 'bout this, alright?" he scoffs, looking away.

you smile sweetly, climbing over to sit in front of him. you straddle his legs, making his heartbeat speed up. he stares up at you, his eyes taking over that puppy-like quality usually only seen with johnny. you gather some of his hair, curling it up with the hair roller. he chuckles, seeing himself in your vanity mirror. "you look so cute, dally!" you declare with a giggle when you're finally done.

dallas rolls his eyes. "i look like a damn pansy" he says, going up to scratch his hair. when you pull his hand away, he drops it, not wanting to piss you off. "what's next, ya gonna paint my nails or some shit?" he scoffs, sarcastically. he doesn't want to, but if you wanted too, he'd let you.

you smile proudly. "i think you look pretty" you tell him, grabbing some hairspray to set the curls, watching as he coughs. funny how a boy who smokes more than a chimney gets all sensitive over some hairspray.

"yeah yeah, call the damn beauty parlour why dontcha?" dallas scoffs, picking a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, lighting it up. he takes a drag and lets out the smoke, angling his face away from you so he doesn't blow his smoke into your face.

it's one of the things you've noticed recently. he would always blow smoke in peoples face, never yours. "hey, how come you don't smoke in my face? i'm not complaining, but you do it to everyone else" you ask curiously, sitting down next to him on your bed.

dallas pauses, leaning back. "don't let it get to your head, curtis." he scoffs. "i just... ain't polite to smoke in a chicks face" he mutters. "your ma taught me that" he says, chewing the inside of his mouth.

he remembers the day clearly. he had been smoking inside the curtis household last year, smoking a cancer stick. he was stinking up the house, and mrs. curtis was always one to call him out on it. "dallas put that thing out" she had scolded.

"why should i?" he scoffs, blowing the smoke out in her face. that night he was forced to make dinner for the whole family, and it sure taught him. he still smoked around the house, but he would never blow it in a girls face.

you looked up at him, remembering how your mother and dallas had gotten along. she liked him, she always was the kind of person to take in strays, and dallas was one of them. you smiled slightly. "well, she taught you well" you say, holding eye contact with him. dally felt as if you could see everything about him.

that's when the door opens. darry was checking in on you, making sure you weren't getting up to any trouble. he frowns, seeing dallas in your room. he chooses to ignore the rollers in dallas's hair, but he doesn't ignore the fact that dallas winston is alone with his sister. "what're you doing in here?" he scolds, crossing his arms.

"jeez, darry, cool off" dallas scoffs, shuffling away from you. "am i not allowed to hang out with her now?" he asks, leaning back. "cmon, man. ain't like we're doing anything" he scoffs, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing out the smoke.

you just nod. "yeah, cmon darry. i haven't hung out with dally in ages" you say, and you're not wrong. darry has pretty much dragged dallas away from you at every cost. you cant really blame him though, everyone knows how dallas is.

your brother sighs, knowing there isn't much else he can do. "whatever. just leave the damn door open, and no funny business, winston" he says coldly, leaving the door open as he leaves.

dallas grins at you "you know why he don't want me hanging out with you, yeah?" he asks, lying down on your bet, getting all comfy. "i ain't a good influence, doll" he says, resting his hands behind his head.

you smile. "we're friends though. i'd be a fair-weather friend if i stopped hanging out with you just cause darry doesn't like it" you point out, lying next to him.

dallas just smiles. it sure feels nice to be wanted, doesn't it? you talk for about an hour longer, eventually painting dallas's nails a pretty pink, no matter how much he protests and groans. you take the rollers from earlier out, and he really likes it, you can tell. even when he scoffs and says he 'ain't no pretty boy'. but you told him he looked handsome.

you only smile when you notice a few of your rollers are missing after he goes home, especially when you realise how his hair is slightly curled every day since.

authors note: tysm for ur request! requests are sooo fun. i hope this was to ur liking anonn! btw i just hit 250 likes! tysm for all the people who helped me reach this milestone, it's crazy how well this it going :D

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

taste for men who are older.

summary: sleepy mornings with older!dallas winston. set in abt the 90's (40 yr old dally i don't even care rraaaahhh i love himuhhhh)

warnings: cursing, smoking, slightly suggestive? (fully sfw), fem leaning!reader age gap (fully legal!!), lmk if i missed anything <3

as the sun leaked into the messy room through the blinds, you stretched out your whole body like a cat as your boyfriend groans. neither of you were morning people, so it worked out quite perfectly, you could complain to each other about how much waking up sucks.

"fuck, baby. don't wanna get up right now" he groans, running his hand over his face. you just nod in agreement, burying your face in his chest. he reaches over to grab one of his cigarettes from the pack, lighting it up as he strokes your hair.

eventually, you managed to drag your asses out of bed. dallas has his hand on your hip and his cigarette hanging from his lips as you two walk to the kitchen. you started on some instant coffee, it tastes like shit, but you guys love it. you turn to face him, leaning against the counter with a smile. "what are we gonna do today, babe?" you question.

dallas grins. "well, i was thinking we could just hang out around home" he says, walking over and letting his hands rest behind you on the counter. you just laugh, this is something he picked up from you two laughing over cheesy romance books. you lean up to peck his lips.

"sounds good" you giggle, and pour your coffee's when it's finally done. "yknow, i love you" you say sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend.

dallas just grins. "oh yeah? you love your old man dontcha baby?" he teases, he loves joking about your age difference, since yeah, he'll admit it. being with a younger chick makes him feel good about himself.

everyone was weird about it at first, your friends, his friends, your parents... your friends thought you were kidding when you said you were dating a guy in his 40's, but they warmed up pretty quick. dating older is in nowadays anyways. he was fun to them in the way that he always had alcohol at his house, and he'd pick you all up after a night of clubbing. they liked him, he made you happy.

His friends thought it was gonna last a week max. darrel, ever paternal, thought you're too young for him, that he was creepy for it. maybe he was, so what? you're happy. they grew to accept it though. sure, people would think you were one of their daughters when you tagged along with them when they go out, but you were fun. you'd help darry cook, you'd talk to johnny, read with ponyboy, you'd laugh with two-bit, you'd talk with sodapop and you'd let steve teach you about cars. but they most of all liked how you were with dally. they liked you, you made him happy.

your parents took it the worse though. sure, your parents were older than dallas, but barely. they thought this was just a phase, that you would stop dating this older man after a while. but you didn't. they sure didn't like how long his criminal record from his teens was, but there wasn't much they could do.

you smile up at dallas, pecking his lips. "i do love my old man" you say, with a chuckle. "you're so old, and gross dally" you giggle, smacking his chest.

in response, he just wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his lips onto yours. his hands go up to your chest, squeezing gently as he does. he pulls away with a cheeky grin, hands still firmly set where they are. "i love you too, babe. even if your jus' a baby" he grins, smacking your ass. he's always been really damn touchy.

you roll your eyes, leaning into his touch. "you're such a dog, dally" you say, pecking the corner of his mouth and nuzzling into his neck. you really do love him, in a way that's perfect.

he just grins at you, in that way he does.

authors note: urrrrrgghhhhhhhhhh matt dilfon i love idec that he's 61 i still love him to this day!1!1!!! older men r life <3 btwww i got a request for a curtis sister!user so that's coming up soon!!

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

ty for the tag @marilyn-girly!!

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[dallysdolly444]

love between friends

summary: cherry doesn't quite know what to do anymore. is her love for her best friend purely platonic? when does girl friend become girlfriend?

warnings: sliight internalised homophobia (it's the 60's), mention of drinking (bob), fem!reader, lmk if i missed anything.

cherry was always upset at bob. he really never puts her first, does he? it's always all about him or his drinking. but you were always there for her, you'd comfort her and you would both giggle about james dean and other handsome men at sleepovers.

"he sure is a doll, isn't he?" she chuckles as you both fawn over a photo of elvis in a magazine. she watches as you smile. you're such a girl, always doing your makeup, always fawning over boys... cherry's the same, sure, but it feels special when you do it.

"you know who else is a doll? that curtis boy who works at that gas station." you giggle, obviously referring to sodapop. everyone thinks he's good looking, but it makes cherry feel... weird. "those greasers, sure they're hoods, but they are real dreamy, aren't they?"

cherry just nods. "sure. look, let's talk about something else" she says slightly awkwardly, looking up at you. your eyes are so pretty... so's your hair, so your face. everything is. "we've been friends for so long, it feels like forever" she hums.

you laugh, that pretty laugh that always makes cherry's face light up. "sure we have" you say. "you're my best friend, yknow?" you say, taking hold of her hands like it doesn't tear her up inside.

"yeah, we sure are" cherry just chuckles, looking up at you. the rest of the night you just laugh, talk and do each others makeup. rumours about who's dating who, about who did what, about what happened at that party. like everything's normal. like she doesn't wish you were a boy.

authors note: happy pride month!! i love diane lane <3 u have no idea how confusing watching patty and rusty james make out is cuz idk who to be jealous of D-:> older dally is on his way btww, it'll probs be my most suggestive fic

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

how would u guys feel if i mayyybeeee did some older dallas x reader head canons or smth? and by older i'm talking big big biggg age gap (reader is like mid-late 20's dally is like mid-late 30s or even early 40's idk). would that be too weird? idk man <:( help me out here

CUMOHNNNNN!!! he's so good looking brooo.

anyways idk what u guys are like into or if this or not or if this would be acceptable???? but like we're all kinda freaky here idk <:(

lmk <3

[dallysdolly444]

then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

summary: dally was the kind of boyfriend who'd do anything but say those three sweet words you crave so desperately.

warnings: angst ig hehe sooorryyy, established relationship, leaning towards fem!pov (specifically girly/hyper fem as thats what i am, so i usually write what i am), cursing, slight objectifying, lmk if i missed anything <3

dallas didn't love anything. he didn't love joy, he didn't love sunlight, he didn't love puppies or kittens, he didn't even love himself. so he probably didn't love you, not matter how many times he'd press gentler than normal kisses to your neck, or talk a little too much when he's drunk.

but even now, with him in your bed, arms wrapped around you like you'll disappear, you're none the wiser. even when he's got his fingers threading through your hair, rings catching on the strands, you can't quite tell what he's thinking. "so pretty, aren't ya?" he mutters, pressing his lips to your hair.

he always felt out of place in your room, it's so girly, pink and pretty. but what he always felt worse about is how awful he is for you. he can listen to you drone on about how great he is for hours, and the most you'll get back is a 'you've got a great rack'. he just doesn't know how to say it in a way that keeps him tough.

but you always just bury your face closer into his chest, as if your relationship doesn't have 5 weeks max left. "dally can you talk to me? i'm about to sleep." you say softly, nuzzling your face into him as if you want to get into his skin.

"sure i can, baby. you know i love gabbing to you" dallas chuckles, pecking your temple. "fuck, man. yknow... i'm digging the way you're twirling your hair, yknow?" he says, bouncing one of your curls. "y'look like a knockout... look like fucking marilyn monroe or some shit" he says with a grin, knowing you'll like that.

that's his love language, saying what you want to here. the smil on your face is enough for the month to him. "that's so nice dally" you murmur sleepily. "your so nice to me"

dallas paused. he wasn't that nice, was he? shit. well he can't be too rude to his broad, right? you'll just leave him. "shit, doll. i ain't nice enough. i should always be nicer. you're my angel, yeah? and i ain't letting you go."

you stare up at him with those damn doe eyes. even when you're half asleep and tired, those eyes just see right through them, as if they can see how he really feels. how much he really likes you. "i love you" you whisper softly. you've said it once before, and he disappeared for a couple days, coming back with barely anything changed.

dallas stayed silent for a moment, wrapping his arms tighter around you. he can't say he doesn't, because he does. you must know, right? can't you just be secure with knowing? he sighs, just pressing your head closer to him. "yeah" he says softly, and that's all.

you just sigh. you could've expected that. dallas isn't the kind of guy to express feelings, especially not love. he's too tough to feel a thing. you don't say anything, knowing how he is. or do you?

he loves you, you don't see it. you say it, he thinks it. loving people was never good for dally, he loved his mother and all she did in return was die. he would kiss you, hold you, tell you what you wanna hear.. but what the hell is he supposed to say? i love you? i want to marry you? it'll just bring bad energy or something.

you both stay silent for the rest of the night, just holding each other. it'll always be awkward after an 'i love you'. maybe you'll work around it, maybe you'll break up, maybe you'll just continue to ignore it. you fall asleep before dallas, and his hand went up to your head to stroke your hair again. gentler, sweeter, calmer. he presses his lips to your forehead. he couldn't do this when you're awake. you want someone tough, right? everyone does.

"i love you too."

authors note: man i love dally. i could yap soooo much about how well he's written and how interesting he is. love you matt please marry me <333

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

man, that little broad sure does hate me.

summary: dally didn't know what he wanted, or who he wanted to be, until it was too late. until he was down on the ground.

warnings: fem!pov, spoilers for the outsiders, death, smoking, crude language, drinking, slight harassment (drive in scene), veery self indulgent, lmk if i missed anything x

the movie was never going to be good, i went knowing it was one of those dumb teen beach movies where the only good part is the size of the main actress's tits. my eyes flicker to johnny, seeing his dart around. those damn soc's made him all freaked, johnny can't take a beating like me. that poor kid's living proof having grease in your hair doesn't make you all mean.

the seats in front of us were empty until three soc girls sat down. the red-head caught my eye right away, she would have to with that bright hair. it sure is pretty. i don't want to care for colours and all that, but oranges and stuff sure are pretty. "some cute read-head, huh?" i comment, loud enough for the girl to hear. the friend with the brown hair smiles at her, as if she doesn't realise. the other friend ignores me in the way that those soc girls do.

she didn't take kindly to my flirting, that's for sure. no one ever does, not even johnny. my feet were on her chair, she was hollering at me like it was that big of the deal. even ponyboy was telling me to be quiet. that kid doesn't say shit to me. "get lost hood!" the girl had shouted, and i leant back in my chair. damn. she didn't have to yell.

"alright, alright. i'll go. i know when i'm not wanted" i mutter as i stalk off to get some drinks. god, those soc broads just can't handle nothing. i notice the girl from earlier, the read-heads other friend, the one ignored me. damn, i didn't even realise she had left. i get my grin back, staggering over to her. "hey baby. you as cold as your friend there?" i ask, with a grin.

she just looks over at me. she doesn't look mad, or grossed out, or even into it. she looks damn disappointed, like she's about to scold me. looks like pony's mom. "do you always have to talk all gross like that?" she had asked, her whole damn demeanour, a word ponyboy taught me, was so uppity. like she's better than me.

"yeah, i do, doll. ain't nothin wrong with flirting" i say, leaning against the concession stand. "so i take it you're no fun either, huh? you gonna yell at me? call me a hood? a creep?" i ask. she's pretty, that's for sure. in a soc-y kinda way. she's probably got a boyfriend, one of those damn super soc's.

the girl frowns, looking up at me with those stupid sympathetic eyes. those eyes that wanna fix me. looking at me like i need it. "that's hardly flirting. you're jus' being all gross. don't you know how to flirt proper?" she asks, crossing her arms.

she just sighs and tuts, like i'm some petulant child and not a big bad greaser. "you're a lost cause, aren't you?" she says, but she still looks up at me with those damn doe eyes. soc girls always have those eyes, all big and innocent, like their boyfriends don't go jumping innocent boys.

sure, dallas can't say much, he jumps people. but he doesn't jump johnny. "maybe i am, doll." i say, leaning closer. she smells good, they all do. "can i get you a coca cola?" i ask, trying the charm on her. maybe she won't blow her lid at me like the red-head.

she just sighs, but i can see the ghost of a smile on her face. "are you trying with me now?" she asks, tilting her head. like a damn puppy. johnny does that stupid shit too.

"maybe. you gonna yell in my face?" i ask her, leaning closer.

"maybe not." she replies, not leaning away.

˚₊‧ ʚ morning ɞ ‧₊˚

glory. the only place i thought i'd end up in a murder wrap is new york, and i'm far from there. never thought johnny'd be the one to stab a guy, definitely me, maybe two-bit, maybe steve. not johnny. especially not with ponyboy tagging along. damn poor kids, showed up on bucks doorstep all traumatised. it's not that hard to stab someone, the knife just goes in, i saw a guy get stabbed once. why were they so hung up about it?

i turn over in my bed, stretching my body out under the sheets. i see the gum wrapper from last night, folded into a heart. damn soc girl and her stupid wrapper trick. i spent too much of last night with that broad, walking around.

she was fun to talk to, fun to play with. she acted all disgusted by my words at first, but it came to the point where i could say something real dirty, and she'd just laugh at me, maybe even quip back. cheeky broad.

we ended up at some diner, she wanted a fuckin' milkshake or something. i didn't wanna get all sappy with her, so i didn't. i mean, she told me i was smiling at her. i wouldn't do that shit, i'm tough, man. tougher than smiling at a soc.

"you're not so mean, dallas." she had said, as if she knew me.

"you don't know me, doll." i replied. she didn't have the right.

"i mean it. you just don't know how to love" she told me.

isn't that the same damn thing? i couldn't be mean and know how to love and i couldn't not know how and be nice. that little know-it-all. i said some things, she said things back.

"don't talk to me ever again until you learn how to be a human." was the last thing she had said, something angry as she stormed out of the diner. soc girls and their feelings, man.

i didn't have time to waste bitching about some chick though. she's just some girl. if she couldn't take me as i am, i don't want her anymore.

it was about a day later when a soc-y car pulled up, a little stinger. i was with buck and the guys, just drinking. i thought that soc chick from a while ago at first, but when the red-head stepped out it was kinda... disappointing. probably because the red-head's all whiny.

"dallas winston?" she says, walking towards me like she owns the lot. like she's not surrounded by greasers, who were pretty much jeering as she walked closer. "you're... friend's with johnny and ponyboy, right?" she asks, crossing her arms as her fiery hair whipped around her face with the wind.

"yeah, i am." i reply coldly. those damn boys are more trouble then their worth, making me worry like some damn grandma or something. "whadya wan't, red-head? come to berate 'em for killing your little boyfriend?"

the sighs, looking away uncomfortable. "no. i wanted to say... if they ever come back, i'll testify. i'll testify in court." she says, like she's got something to prove. like i have any idea what that word means. she must've picked up on it, cause the next thing that came from her mouth was "i'll tell the judge bob was drunk. that he was looking for a fight. that he started it" she says, and i knew she means it.

"damn soc's, gettin in everyone's business" i mutter, with a scoff. "well, i'm sure johnny'll appreciate it, wherever he is." i say, looking around. she knows i know they aren't just anywhere. she knows i know where they are. i pause, gaze flickering back to her. "uh... hows your friend doin'? the sweet one" i ask. she'll know.

"well, she's doing just fine." cherry says, looking up at me, like she's not even scared of me anymore. "i'll let her know you asked" she quipped, knowing that'll piss me off.

"no fuckin' need, i don't care" i say bitterly. i feel like i'm lying, i know i'm not. why should i care? damn bitch walked out on me first. i didn't even do nothing. i just shouted and stuff, not like that's even a big deal. sensitive broad.

˚₊‧ ʚ dairy queen ɞ ‧₊˚

i wasn't a stranger to hiding things from the cops, but two teenage boys? now that's difficult, cause you've gotta feed em. ponyboy was munching on a bbq sandwich in the back of bucks car and johnny was in the passenger seat, eating his own sandwich. i took out the heater i'd been carrying just in case, showing it to the two. "dally, you kill people with heaters" ponyboy says through a mouth full of sandwich, as if i didn't know.

i ain't dumb. "don't worry, it ain't loaded" i reassure him, like he's some damn kid. i shove the gun in the glovebox as two kids approach, asking for some money to buy a milkshake or something. the kid eventually left, and i turned to face the boys. "tim shepard and our outfit are gonna have it out with the soc's in the vacant lot tomorrow night" i say, catching them up.

i pause, resting my arm over the seat. "hey, i didn't tell you, we gotta spy." i say, and my mind flickers back to that little broad. does she ever think about me? of course she does. i'm me.

"a spy, who?" johnny ask, eating his sandwich. he deserves it, he looks starving, man. eating that sandwich like it's his last meal or something.

"you uh.. you remember that good looking broad i tried to pick up the night you wasted that kid?" i say, kind of wishing i was talking about my broad. "uh... cherry somethin', the red-head?"

ponyboy perked up at that, he definitely had a crush on that broad. it was kinda funny. "cherry valence" he says. "cherry, the soc, yeah" johnny pipes up to, and he's almost more soft spoken now, if that's even possible.

"yeah... we were all hanging out down at the vacant lot, and she pulls up in her little old stinger, right?" i start. "i thought that took a lot of nerve. she said that she'd uh, testify that the soc's were drunk and uh, they were the ones that were looking for a fight, and you guys just fought back strictly on self defence. so it's cool." i explain, and the two boys just nod, surprised that cherry would do something like that. i was too.

"man, her friend though. that little broad sure does hate me." i mutter, thinking back to my broad. "i was hangin' out with her last night, went to the diner with her and she tried to change me an' shit. got all mad at me and stormed out, i dunno..."

the boys shared a knowing look, like i said something with meaning or something.

˚₊‧ ʚ death ɞ ‧₊˚

johnny was gone, soon to be down under the ground where i can never ever see him again. that damn church was on fire and the stupid kids decided to run in and help the kids stuck inside. it was noble and shit, but it wasn't smart.

i was running, running from what i did. i don't know why i bother, this is what i want, right? shit. i barely made it to the park when the cops showed up, i know this time it wont just be the cooler. i raised the heater i was holding, i don't even remember what i said. the pain in my chest was exploding, as i flopped down onto the concrete, trying to drag my body towards pony.

ponyboy. i couldn't have been more stupid and selfish. johnny wasn't the only person i have to live for... what about ponyboy? he's losing two friends in one day. maybe she was right, i'm too selfish. fuck. my broad. will she miss me?

"...pony..."

˚₊‧ ʚ ponyboy ɞ ‧₊˚

i always knew the reaction to dally's death was going to be different to johnny's. a few people would come up to me, "hey, didn't your friend johnny die? i'm sorry, he was a good guy." but it was never; "hey, didn't dallas die?"... until it was.

some soc girl's, a friend of cherry's, walked up to me after english class, all meek, like something bad had happened to her. "hey... is it true?" she asks, and i expected her to talk about johnny, or just both of them generally, but it wasn't. "did dally really die?" she asks weakly, as if she might cry.

i pause, looking at her. oh yeah, the was that girl dally disappeared with, the one that 'hates' him. sure doesn't seem like it now if she's asking about him. "yeah, he did." i say, trying to seem tough. "he mentioned you... the day before he died yknow. said you hated him."

she chewed on her bottom lip. "he said that? well... he's wrong. he's stupid" she mutters, really looking close to tears. "look, thanks ponyboy. means a lot to me... are you okay?" she asked.

"i'll be okay. i'm tough."

authors note: rip dally waaaaaaahhh. he's such a poor boy. i always kinda thought that the outsiders from dally's perspective would be a lot of him just denying stuff. 'no i'm not into her, no i'm not sappy, yes i'm always tough' :-(

lots of love, dolly x

[dallysdolly444]

omg omg!!! definitely tag me whenever you post the dally fic!!! I'm so excited now hehe

heheeeeee will do <3

[dallysdolly444]

hi hi!!! you're writing is super duper amazing i love it <3 I also love the outsiders sm, i have like two different copies of the book and I've watched the movie enough to know it line for line 😌😌 anyways I'm happy we're moots now :D

awwww oh my gosh tysm! ur so nice <3 yeah the outsiders is literally the bestttuhhh! i quote the whole 'what did you say to me? wise ass' to my friends daily lolol. writing is so fun!! i may have a liiittle dallas fic in the woodworks >:)

[dallysdolly444]

hey! I think maybe if you follow some more people you could get a more bigger audience<3 just a tip

tyyyy for the idea! feel free for anyone to drop recommendations for who to follow in the comments <3333