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GF where u at!!!! Hope all is well but you haven’t been posting so I just wanted to see if you were ok! You’re under no obligation to post so take all the time you need!

HII i love u thank you for checking up on me i lowk didn’t take my meds for 2 months and i had finals but. im all good now 💗💗💗💗 posting my writing has been making me deathly anxious for some reason but i want to get over that so pls send me requests

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so i abandoned this account because finals got me and idk if anyone will see this but.. i rewrote my whole fanfic and there’s 12 chapters now but ill be posting it on ao3 IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE TO READ

ummm love u oomfs i still love matt dillon dearly

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long time no see ermmm would anyone move if i posted chapter 6 of my curtis sister x dallas winston series

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dallas winston would do something like this

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DONT HIT ME I KNOW IM MIA I HAVE MIDTERMS AND THEN I’M GOING ON SPRING BREAK I STILL GOT CH 6 IN THE DRAFTS

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if ur a man and you don’t look like this don’t even think of me

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this is so mmmmm i love this

TV IN BLACK AND WHITE

Dallas Winston X reader

"if you get lonely, think of me only. Prison isn't going to keep me from you."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

"Y/N L/N."

You hear your name before you see the guy calling it. He’s standing by the desk, flipping through a clipboard, looking bored out of his mind. The guard barely glances at you when you step forward. He just nods towards the door on his left. "You the little girlfriend?"

You don't answer, just duck your head and walk past him quick. Your face is hot, and you can still feel him looking at you. You hear the lock click behind you, and then you’re in a smaller room, cold and grey and ugly, and he’s there.

Dallas Winston. He’s leaned back in the metal chair, smirking like this is all a big joke. The second he sees you, that smirk gets a little wider, and he lifts his hands—both cuffed to the table—and wiggles his fingers at you. "Look what the cops got me in, doll. Ain’t this a crime in itself?"

You roll your eyes, but your heart is pounding. It's been weeks. Too long. You sit down across from him, folding your hands in your lap so you don’t do something stupid, like reach for him.

"What’d you do this time?" you ask, even though you already know. Everyone knows.

"Oh, you know," Dallas shrugs. "Cops ain’t got nothin’ better to do than pick me up for dumb shit."

"You robbed a convenience store."

"I borrowed."

"You punched the cashier."

Dallas grins. "He had it comin’."

You let out a long breath, staring down at the scratched-up table. "You're a real idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah." He shifts in his seat, his chains clinking against the table. His eyes flick to your hands, and for a second, his smirk softens. "Nice ring, sweetheart."

You glance at it, twisting it on your finger. "Thanks."

He watches you do it. Like he wants to be the one doing it for you. The thought makes your stomach flip.

There’s a moment of quiet, just the sound of some other prisoner yelling down the hall. He leans forward a little, and it makes your breath catch. Like he's trying to get closer even though he can’t. "You doin’ okay?"

You shrug. "Had a test the other day. Think I failed."

"That’s my girl," he says, like it’s something to be proud of. "Your folks know?"

"Yeah. They both do."

"What’d they say?"

You hesitate, then sigh. "Dad called you a local disgrace."

Dallas snorts, shaking his head. "He ain’t wrong."

"I don’t care."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He looks at you for a second, just looks. And then he smirks again, tilting his head. "They can’t keep me away from you, you know."

You roll your eyes, but your face is burning. "You’re chained to a table."

"Yeah, but not forever."

"Maybe you should stop getting arrested."

He laughs, full and careless. "Now what fun would that be?"

You press your lips together. It’s not funny. Not really. But he’s looking at you, and there’s something about the way his voice drops when he says, "Miss me?"

You should lie. You should make him sweat for it. But you nod, just barely. His smirk twitches, like he’s fighting something softer, something real.

"Miss you too, doll."

There’s a buzz, and the guard’s voice comes through the speaker. "Time’s up."

Dallas groans, tilting his head back like a little kid being told to go to bed. "Aw, c’mon."

You stand up, slow, like maybe if you move slow enough, they’ll let you stay longer. But they won’t. And you can’t. You shove your hands in your pockets scratching the denim feel.

"Be good, Winston."

"That’s askin’ too much, baby."

You shake your head, and you don’t smile. Not all the way. Then you turn and walk away, and you don’t look back, even when you hear him call your name.

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raises hand me too pls

Outsiders Asks

Have you read other SE Hinton books

What are your feelings on the book?

Who is your fave character OUTSIDE* of the main 7?

Rank the main 7.

What are your fave ships?

What are some ships you dislike?

What are your fave non-romantic relationships? (This can be close friends, familial, enemies or even just acquaintances)

How did you get into Outsiders?

What’s the favourite scene/moment from the book?

Least favourite scene/moment?

What’s your opinion of the movie?

Have you watched the TV Show? Do you plan to? If you have, what’s your opinion on it?

Who do you think is the most well-written character?

Tell us five of your headcanons you basically see as canon

Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

Which characters would you have liked to see interact?

Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the book?

Are there any criticisms or salt you have with the fandom?

What’s your opinion on SE Hinton?

Which character do you relate to most?

Unpopular opinion/s?

Who’s a minor character in canon who you have basically projected a whole new characterisation onto?

What is your opinion on the upcoming musical so far?

What are your hopes for the musical? What do you not want happening?

Do you plan to watch the musical? Will you get tickets or watch it online?

Reblog if you want to be asked these questions!!

*sorry this wasn’t clear before

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not to be dramatic or anything but i don't know how a human is capable of looking like this

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You are literally stunning omg!!! Do you have a lash routine they are so long :0

thank you so much 💗💗💗 i curl them and then use like 3 coats of maybelline sky high !! and i use tweezers on the ends to kinda make them more spiky if that makes sense. and i put aquaphor on them at night!

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Hey! Could you do some kind of one shot or maybe just headcanons as Dally having a little brother?

dallas winston and his little brother - headcanons

a.n. i love this hc so much anon!! i'm so sorry it took so long to get to and this post is huge.. i think about this a lot

for some reason his name is definitely austin in my head (get it.. dallas. austin. haha.)

think he would be around 4 years younger than dally, just a bit younger than pony.

i feel like surprisingly he was a really shy and quiet kid, the type to hide behind dally's leg when meeting new people. obviously dally took him along to oklahoma when he left new york, and buck is like his dad at this point.

dally is actually the worst babysitter ever, especially when austin was super young. do not leave his ass on babysitting duty.

"you already ate today, right, kid?" "no." dally sighs sooo loud. "...alright, i'll find you somethin'."

and the poor kid is eating like… some loose fries off the bar counter at buck's while dally's playing poker

at least he tried.

austin thinks dally's the coolest guy in the world and idolizes him like crazy. he starts stealing dally's slang, and going in his closet to 'borrow' one of his leather jackets when he wants to look tuff.

and dally absolutely haaates that. he says it's because little kids are a pain in his ass, but really his biggest fear is for his little brother to end up like him.

every time he pulls out a pack, the kid's eyes get wide and he's asking "can i have one?" 

"you out of your mind?"  "please? i'm almost eleven..." "don't ask me stupid fucking questions."

and dally shoves his head away playfully. muttering something about how he's a "punk ass kid."

on that note, roughhousing is the only way he's showing affection. when they're on the couch watching tv, dally's randomly pulling him into a headlock and giving him a noogie.

he is soo the type of older brother to be like "you got something on your shirt" and flick him on the nose when he looks down.

and poor austin falls for it every time

dally always says he's just trying to toughen him up.

when the kid gets a bit older, he's like.. randomly air punching dally and challenging him to fight

dally teaches him everything he knows, cause he'll be damned if baby winston can't hold his own.

"hit first, and hit hard."  "ain't no such thing as playing fair in a fight."  "can't talk shit if you can't back it up." and he's always drilling the last part in his head, "winstons don't lose."

dally's bringing austin around the gang all the time, partly because austin's attached at the hip to him.

when mr. and mrs. curtis were around, austin was their favorite one of pony's friends. sure, he wasn't the best influence, but they knew he didn't have much authority at home.

he gets along really well with pony and came over to the house all the time with him, just hanging around the kitchen.

mrs. curtis would always be making sure he ate and did his homework. 🙁

one day dally's driving the kid to the dingo, and austin pipes up out of nowhere

"dal… so, uh, there's this girl…"

it is actually over for austin at this point

dally is patting him on the back and everything. he's giving austin a crash course on women with the worst advice of all time

"girls like guys who don’t try too hard. you start actin’ all nice, bringing her flowers and shit, you’re done for. play it cool."

he's never gonna say it, but he's incredibly proud of his brother

goes without saying that if anyone but him lays a finger on austin they're actually dead

like one time austin comes home with a busted lip from some scuffle after school and dally is tracking the guy responsible down, scaring him off permanently.

if he asks, though, he's not gonna tell austin anything except "i handled it, kid"

every once in a while dally comes home wasted and a little emotional, maybe coming back from a bar fight or the cooler, and he goes and ruffles austin's hair, mumbling something like

"gotta watch out for yourself, alright? don't be stupid like me."

that's the closest to an 'i love you' austin's getting

but he knows what dally means :,)

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this is what the inside of my brain looks like

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omg you posted chapter 5 I love you so muchhhh your writing is so good!!!!

aw thank you so so much i love YOU <33 this means a lot to me. i'm rlly excited to write more chapters after i finish up some one shots!!!

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chapter 5 - half-truths and headlights (a little bonus chapter !!!!)

in which ... rosie has to tell darry where she's been all night and thanks god dally's a great liar.

dallas winston x curtis sister ! oc

wc: 502

warnings: none!

you really got me: masterlist

when we make our way up the porch stairs, i’m a nervous wreck, but dally’s fallen effortlessly into his typical swagger. he doesn’t give a second thought before barging in the front door, not that he ever gives a second thought before doing anything. and though i know darry can always see right through me when i lie, you’d only notice that my lipstick is smudged and my hair is messed up in the back if you were really looking.

darry’s reading a book on the couch, eyes heavy, and startles at the sound of the door. when he sees dally sauntering in before me, his entire body tenses like he’s ready for a fight. but before he can open his mouth-

“listen, darrel. all rosie was doin’ was her job and i came in loaded. had to sober me up, get me home so she wouldn’t get in trouble at work, and all.” he pauses. “i’ll tell you, ya got a real fuckin’ square as a sister.”

he’s really selling it, still slurring his words ever so slightly and grumbling like i ruined his fun. i silently bless him for doing the talking.

“that true, rosie?” darry’s anger slowly shifts into reluctant acceptance, but i have to finish the job.

i nod. “i couldn’t just leave him there, dar. i figured taking him to buck’s would just be worse.”

darry sighs, running his hand through his hair like our dad used to do, though he looked more tired than strict. “c’mon rosie, it’s late. get to bed, yeah?”

and i nod carefully, but i don’t want to go upstairs just yet.

then he turns to dally, keeping his tone firm. “you good to drive back now, winston? you know you can crash here.”

dally shifts his weight and i can see the slightest flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “nah. always am.”

darry just nods, a quiet truce passing between them.

dally catches my eye one last time before he’s heading out the front door, a look that says everything we didn’t say back in his thunderbird. but then he’s gone and it’s silent again.

darry hesitates for a moment, and softens his tone now. “you know you can talk to me, right? if he ever…” 

“i know, dar. don’t worry about me, i’m alright.”

“you’re tough, peach. but you’re gonna give me damn gray hairs, worryin’ bout you.”

and i feel like the worst sister in the world lying to him, and i silently swear to myself that i wouldn’t ever let dallas winston talk me into causing trouble again. though, as soon as that thought passes in my head, i kind of know it’s bullshit.

“love you dar. good night.”

i’m heading towards the stairs, and he’s closing up his book on the couch.

“love you too, peach.”

and as i settle back under my covers, i try really hard to forget the taste of rum and winstons on my lips, but i fall asleep with the image of one person on my mind.

a.n. this is very short and tiny and idk how convenient it is posting a multi part series on tumblr maybe i'll move to ao3. idk. i have like 10 more chapters left in my mind haha

also i feel bad tagging yall bc idk if u wanna be tagged for EVERY chapter so. sorry for spamming.

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chapter 4 - confessions in the thunderbird in which ... dally's got his own way of apologizing to rosie.

dallas winston x curtis sister ! oc

wc: 956

warnings: none.. maybe a very tame 💋

you really got me: masterlist

as the night goes on and buck's gets progressively more empty, i'm reluctantly face to face with dally again, who's leaning against the bar and nursing a rum and coke.

i don't expect him to acknowledge it. it's kinda par for the course for him to pick a fight when he's drunk and angry. no matter how pissy he is, though, he's never going to let me walk home alone. certainly not from buck's part of town.

his eyes meet mine reluctantly, a bit brighter and more focused this time, and he sighs.

“c’mon, let me drive you home.”

and though soda’s right in the next room and dallas is still far from sober and his words are a fresh wound replaying in my head, it’s like instinct as i nod and follow him into the thunderbird.

the drive to my house is silent. dally keeps the radio off, a minor gesture of guilt given we don’t share the same music taste in the slightest and he usually doesn’t care. when he pulls into the front and kills the gas, he turns to me wordlessly, searching for my gaze. i know that look too well, the ‘i fucked up and don’t know how to apologize’ look, but i stay silent. stubbornly.

“listen, doll… ” he speaks first, his tone unsteady.

“don’t ever bring up my parents like that again. i mean it.” my voice is soft, but unwavering.

he purses his lips. “yeah, okay. i didn't… it came out wrong, rosie, you know i’d never mean it like that. not ‘bout mrs. curtis.”

his eyes flicker onto mine, looking for reassurance, but he knows he needs to give more.

“listen, i know i’m a dick, alright? but i hate seeing you like this and…in a place like that. you don’t belong there. not cause of what you’ve got on, i mean. i ain’t saying you’re pretending. you just… don’t.” he’s rambling now.

“it’s okay.” i murmur, though he can see how i’m still holding myself back, guarding something from slipping out.

“anyway, i… don’t really know which parts of me are real and pretend.”

he hesitates before reaching across the center console to move a stray hair off of the shoulder of my dress. i didn’t know he had it in him to handle something with care, like it’s made of glass. then he’s looking back at me.

“you’re beautiful, alright? you do know that, don’t you?”

it comes out so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard a bit. i look up to meet his eyes and know he’s trying to ask a lot of things at once.

“you don’t have to do that.”

i’m faltering, hating how it feels like i’m laying everything bare for him to see.

then something in his gaze shifts, like he’s debating for a moment, before he reaches out his hand to cup my cheek, letting his thumb run mindlessly over my cheekbone. his eyes search mine for a sign, for permission, and the way i lean slightly into his hand tells him everything he needs to know.

i know he’s about to do it, and i mutter a soft “dal” without even knowing what i’m asking.

he doesn’t answer. his lips press onto mine, hesitantly at first before beginning to move in his signature, confident rhythm. though, when i kiss back, it doesn’t feel like that time we were practicing, aggressive and heated and biting each others’ lips like we were trying to prove something to each other. he’s savoring the feeling, placing a second hand gently on the other side of my jaw to pull me in closer.

he holds onto me like i’m something delicate, like i’m the only person that exists, and the sinking feeling in my chest that i can’t handle is back again. i pull back only enough to break the kiss, but close enough that i can still smell the liquor on his breath.

now i’m the one babbling. “this isn’t.. i can’t-”

“i’m just kissin’ you, sweetheart. ain’t a big deal.” he cuts me off, his voice returning to that cocky drawl. though i notice his eyes keep searching mine, trying to figure me out. yeah, not at all.

“right, yeah. yeah. uh.. shit. darry’s probably up waiting for me.” i’m running my fingers along my bottom lip when i remember that i’m about to come home in a little black dress, smelling like vodka and dally’s cologne, and am supposed to have just finished a late shift. but dally’s already putting the pieces together.

“i’ll handle it.”

i think he’s messing with me for a moment before i glance over at his earnest expression.

“how?”

“tell him it’s my fault.” he pulls out a pack from his jacket pocket, lighting one up nonchalantly. “say i showed up at the diner all drunk and causin’ trouble and you had no choice but to help get me home.”

he pauses to take a drag, a smirk growing on his lips. “ain’t like it’s the first time i’ve taken the fall for you.”

that might actually work. “god dal, what would i do without you?” i mutter almost to myself, and he rolls his eyes.

"probably be a lot better off."

i can't resist letting out a little laugh at that, because he's certainly not wrong.

“so, i uh.. figure i can’t go back in wearing this.” i think for a moment before perking up. “i did bring my uniform here, didn’t i?”

“in the backseat. go ahead. i won’t look.” he adds, “‘less you want me to, that is.”

and once again he can’t resist reminding me that he’s dallas fucking winston.

a.n. they're rlly cute :( i'm so awkward writing like.. physical affection of any kind so this was hard for me lol. but hopefully you like!

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chapter 3 - playing dress up

in which ... soc and greaser worlds collide and rosie's not welcome in either.

dallas winston x curtis sister ! oc

wc: 809

warnings: none

you really got me: masterlist

i spot randy and his crowd from the diner huddled near the pool tables, looking as out of place as their madras. before i can look away, he catches my eye and raises his hand in recognition. dally's watching me like a hawk as i give a small wave back, my posture automatically straightening.

"well hello to our favorite waitress." randy drawls walking over to me as his eyes flicker over my dress. though his next words are a bit more pointed. "didn't know you hung around this part of town." 

"i could say the same to you," i respond back, keeping my tone light. the vodka cranberries are working their magic, making the edges of the room softer and my smile come easier than it normally would. before randy can get another word out, i can already feel dally's presence behind me, and his arm wraps around my shoulder lazily. 

"oh dally, this is my friend from work-" i start, but he cuts me off, not taking his eyes off the soc. 

"yeah, i know who you are."

i suddenly feel like the biggest idiot in the world, letting my alcohol-induced confidence blind me to the obvious tension. randy's looking between me and dally, obviously putting pieces together.

"c'mon rosie, let's get you another drink," dally mutters, his fingers digging into my shoulder as he steers me away. the look he gives randy could freeze hell over.

"wha.. what was that about?" i ask once we're far enough away, stumbling over my words a bit.

dally just shakes his head. "nothing you need to worry about. just stick with me, alright?"

but as the night wears on and the drinks keep coming, dally gets pulled into a poker game, and i find myself drifting through the crowd. the music's gotten louder, the room hazier, and i've lost track of how many times buck's refilled my glass.

i’m shoulder to shoulder with the other buck’s patrons, swaying a bit while gulping down from my now fourth vodka cranberry. dally’s snaking his way through the crowd, and i can already tell he’s three sheets to the wind from how his eyes narrow in at me, a bit hazy but as intense as they always are.

dally looks mildly disgusted at the middle-aged regular whose hands are sliding down towards my hips, and he moves himself between us, shoving him off roughly.

“yeah, she ain’t interested man. or legal.”

the man grumbles off like he’s had this exchange often enough, but dally’s eyes are fixed on me now.

“i don’t need you to rescue me like i’m some damsel, you know. i can handle myself.” my tone is even, like i’m trying to puff up my chest.

“sure look like a damsel. and don’t act like it’s an accident, you coming here like that. you've been doin' this all night.” dally gestures loosely to my outfit, giving me another rough once-over.

“what’s that ‘sposed to mean?” my eyes narrow.

“c’mon. ain’t it obvious? you waltz in here looking like you belong at a country club, talkin to these guys all proper. you like playin’ fuckin’ dress up, rosie?”

i feel a pit in my stomach, trying to keep my tone firm. “it’s my mother’s dress.”

“your mother wasn’t no damn debutante, so don’t go actin’ like it.”

his words take all the air out of the room. i can’t help the tears pricking at my eyes, but i’m not about to make a fool of myself, so my gaze flickers up to the ceiling to keep them from streaming down my face.

“don’t you dare talk about my mother like that.”.

he knows he’s gone too far, i can see the flash of regret in his eyes, how his gaze falters before it hardens once again. because dally doesn’t back down, even when he knows he’s sinking himself deeper and deeper. he gets more brash, like my offense is egging him on.

“like what? it’s the truth. you think the little outfits and the makeup and batting your eyes at the socs at work makes you one of them? can’t fool me, rosie.” he’s sizing me up with his eyes, like he can see right through me.

“i’m not trying to fool anyone, dallas. this is who i am.” i snap back, more in an effort to convince myself than anyone else.

dally scoffs coldly. “right. i know you think you’re better than this place. think you're better than me, yeah? you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”

there's nothing i can say back. regardless, he doesn't let me. he gives me one last piercing look before he disappears back into the crowd.

a.n. don't know how realistic it is for socs to be at buck's but let's just suspend our disbelief for a moment here. i thought it would be interesting to explore this because the outsiders never really touches on womens' places here beyond cherry and the greaser girls. i was curious what it would look like for a girl with a 'greaser' socioeconomic background who tries to separate herself from that lifestyle, and how female social roles at the time would help her 'code switch' more easily.. idk if anyone is intrigued by that. but that's kinda the underlying plotline beyond rosie/dally that i want to continue.

also thought it would be necessary to mention this is PRE CANON… obv dont think rosie would be hanging around randy during/after the events of the story.

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posting ch 3 and 4 of my oc series tn and hopefully the baby fever blurb sometime this week HOPEFULLY.