#also i just don’t think greaser/soc could work out like that in their case like

[outsidershottakes]

i fear i do not like cherrycola at ALL, or atleast most of the time. it js dosent make sense to me idk? i mean its a cute ship name but its just a really bland ship to me idk

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[cranberrv]

enchanted

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston falls for the new girl

( a/n : i love this request sm!! reader is fem by the way, also not proofread also ooc! still cute tho! )

not many people wanted to move to tulsa, but for some people, it was their only option. that was the first similarity spotted between you and dallas.

of course, you and dallas were on different sides of the track, different chapters in a novel. you moved to tulsa for your fathers work, you were perfectly happy back at your old city, but you didn’t have a choice. dallas moved to tulsa to escape from the new york police.

you thought tulsa was bland. it was only your first week here, your first week emerced with all the other teenagers at school, but everyone here was grey. especially the east-side kids, the greasers. they were all broke and it looked like all the life was sucked out of them.

you, on the other hand, were fresh from los angeles, with a feminine flare to yourself and a genuine kindness that was rare in tulsa. even the rich kids were rude, but you were anything but.

it was the start of your second week of school, and your least favourite class was science. not because of the subject, it was just that the people in your class gave you dirty looks and the teacher had a voice that could put you to sleep. and your lab partner in the seat next to you had been away the entire time, leaving you to do projects alone.

today was supposed to be the exact same as usual. at the start of class, you walk in and sit down alone. the teacher does the attendance, and marks your mystery lab partner absent. today is independent work, finishing up a lab report and then doing a worksheet on protons and electrons. you want to fall asleep, it’s so boring. you’re listening to every silent conversation and looking out the window for a source of entertainment. you got your wish soon enough, as the door creaks open.

“hello,” your teacher greets to the boy that enters the room. “you are?”

“dallas winston,” he answers, throwing his burnt-out cigarette in the trash.

your teacher nods her head. “ah, you’re dallas winston,” the voice is slow as she pieces it together. you wonder why the words are said in such distaste.

you’ve given up on your work, watching dallas winston. he looks like an east-side kid, his hair is a bit messy and he radiates confidence. he certainly puts out an energy unlike anyone in this school.

they talk for a bit longer, the teacher obviously telling him it’s not okay to skip class. dallas tries to argue back for a little bit, but eventually gives up and holds his hands up in mock-surrender. the teacher takes a breath then points to you, giving him a worksheet and telling him to go sit next to you. he follows the teachers finger, and he tilts his head when he looks at you, trying to figure out if he knows you or not. his eyes light up a bit when you make eye contact with him. you like the way he looks at you.

dallas walks over, and sits next to you. there’s a few moments of silence as he gets himself settled. spitting out his gum, taking off his leather jacket, and finally landing his eyes on his sheet. he reads over the questions, and realizes has no idea how to do any of this. “you got a pencil?” he asks you.

“yeah, in my pencil case, help yourself,” you answer, and he grabs your pencil case and sifts through it to find one.

he takes one out and hands it back. you say thank you, and he thinks it was unnecessary to be polite about a simple thing but doesn’t say anything. “mechanical, huh?” he says about the pencil, pushing on the bottom to get the lead out. “expensive. what, you a soc or somethin’?”

you look from your worksheet up at him. he has a nice jawline, you notice. “a what?” you ask. an innocent question in your eyes, but one that has a lot more meaning for dallas.

who the hell doesn’t know what a soc is? he stares at you for a second, eyebrows furrowing. not out of annoyance, but out of genuine confusion about why you don’t know about the class-status that built up the entire reputation of tulsa. you know what a greaser is, but not a soc. and you barely know what a greaser is, anyway. you’ve just been told to stay away.

“you know, a rich-kid. a west-side kid.” you still look confused, and he comes to the conclusion that you’re not from here. so when he notices the confused look in your eye, he changes the subject. “where ya from, sugar?”

“i just moved from los angeles,” you tell him. his eyes drift down to your cute lace pink top. he thinks it’s totally something that someone from LA would wear. there’s a speck of silence as he analyzes you, and you feel the need to break it.

“i shoulda guessed,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows. you don’t know if he’s being mean or not. you hope he’s not mean.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean you look like you’re from hollywood or somethin’, with all the lace and the flashy bows and shit..” he’s poking at the lace lining your top. you can see him thinking about something while he’s looking at your lace. “christ, your lingerie collection must be insane, huh?”

there’s a blink of silence and a look of slight disbelief on your face. “what?”

“i’m messin’ with ya, sweetheart,” he chuckles.

“oh,” you say softly, cheeks going a bit hot.

“so,” he starts, switching the topic to a different note. “why’d ya move to fuckin’ tulsa?”

“my dad got a job here,” you explain, fiddling with your pencil in your hands. “why?”

“just curious,” he shrugs. “you know, most people don’t move to this hellhole.”

“you did,” you say, and he tilts his head. you think he’s looking at you because you’re just assuming things, and you’re probably wrong, so he’s judging you. “did you not?”

he cracks a smile. he wasn’t judging you, simply curious as to how you guessed he wasn’t from here. “yeah, i did, sugar,” he nods, leaning back in his seat. “how’d ya know?”

“your accent,” you explain. “very new yorker.”

“yeah? you like it?”

you mirror his smile. “yeah, i do.”

the class falls silent as the teacher insists everyone quiets down and focuses. dally's voice drops to a whisper when he responds, playfully pushing you away. “alright, miss hollywood, go do your work,” he teases. “gonna tell the teacher you’re distracting me,” he threatens, obviously playing around because he knows that he’s the one distracting you.

you smile and turn your head back to your sheet to finish it up. you begin peacefully working. dallas can’t help but stare at you as you do so. nibbling at your pencil while you’re thinking, constantly adjusting your top, brushing your hair out of your face every now and then, he notices it all. he can’t help it, he thinks you’re the sweetest person he’s ever seen.

you look up at him, feeling his intense gaze on you. you make eye contact and instantly turn away again, cheeks going pink like a tulip. why is he looking at you? do you have something on your face? you don’t know. you subconsiously wipe your cheek to make sure, and adjust your top again.

dallas finally looks away, and you take a breath and relax your shoulders. as much as he was acting sweet towards you, you could tell he had this rough edge that you should be worried about. but what truly worried you is the fact that his edge didn’t worry you. if anything, it lured you in. you wanted to learn everything about him. he was like the ocean, he was calm and beautiful but you had to swim out far and dive deep down to find out everything about him. and it felt like no one had, yet. he was a mystery. you liked that.

as you’re working, you hear the rip of lined paper beside you, then the scratch of a pencil. a few moments later, dallas hands you a piece of paper with a note on it.

“how do you do question 1?“ it reads.

you read the note and look up at him, smiling. you write down your answer, saying that he needs a calculator. you hand him yours, assuming correctly that he doesn’t own one.

he slides you another note a few seconds later. “it keeps saying weird shit on the calculator”

“what does it say?” you write back.

he takes longer than usual to write. you wait in anticipation. after what feels like forever (but was probably 15 seconds) he hands you another note. you read the numbers. you don’t understand how he got that answer. you read over it again, and then it clicks. it’s his phone number.

he’s looking at you as you read it. you look up at him and gently nod, putting his number in your pocket. you rip another piece of paper and write down, “i’ll call you.”

he reads it and writes back, and is about to hand it to you, until he quickly takes it back and adds something. then he hands it to you.

“good. (p.s. your little lace top is kinda cute)”

you read his little p.s. and smile to yourself, then to him. you mouth thank you to him. he mouths “anytime” back.

you have a feeling this won’t be the last time you and dallas winston say hello to each other in science class.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

Questions for the descendants au (I’ve been hooked since I saw the name, I watched the movies so much when I was younger) are you going to be doing the classic au thing of just swapping out the characters? (Such as Pony replaces xyz, King Ben becomes zyx) Or are you going to just use the general premise, picking out new (or additional) villain parents?

Tying in, since the main group of the movies is a set of four, would you be keeping that and putting the other three of the Curtis gang somewhere else, like Uma’s group or something, or would you just expand the group of four to be seven and have Uma’s group be other characters (like Tim Shepard???)

okay wait now my brain’s spinning to the third movie, where they bring in the kids. We don’t really know any kid greasers, the youngest we know of are Two-bit’s sister, Pony, Curly, and Johnny. So if you kept more in line with the original movies plots you could have Darry, Soda, Two-bit, and Dally as a core four and they bring over Pony, Johnny, Curly, and Two’s sister later

(just to be clear you don’t have to do anything with these ideas, I wanted to ask questions and then my brain started rambling and I figured might as well share them in case they were useful)

Hiii! Sorry this has been in my inbox for so long lol I meant to answer so much sooner

I just made another post saying which character was which including the socs, but pretty much I just put the outsiders character into different character's places and then added in different villain parents when I needed to lol. So here's a little bit from that post:

Pony is Mal

Darry and Soda are also just Maleficent's kids she just has 3 kids now lol

Two-Bit is Carlos

Steve is Jay

Johnny is Evie (just...hear me out on this one okay I was struggling lol) (and also since Mala and Evie are best friends it seemed fitting)

I needed to find another parent for Dally and Mother Gothel just felt right

And YES Uma's group!!! I was definitely thinking that Uma's Pirate Crew would be the Shepards

Tim is Uma, Curly is Harry, Angela is Gil

Don't worry they're all siblings so there's no weird romance shit going on between Tim and Curly like there was between Uma and Harry

Also I know Angela as Gil isn't very fitting but we'll just...change Gil's personality I guess lol

And it would definitely be interesting in terms of the plot of the third movie!! Since the core 4 of descendants is now the whole 7 person gang I think that they would maybe just bring over other villain kids (I wish we heard about more younger people than just Two-Bit's sister so that there would be more outsiders character to work with here but I guess they could just be more random kids lol)

I'll be making another post soon enough going more into the characters, their relationships, and the plot that I'm thinking about, I just need to spend some time cooking it up lol

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hi! I study law and wanted to know more about your death row outsiders au! :) Is Cherry defending him as a lawyer? Also how did he get off of death row? Was he exonerated? Was his case overturned?

Oh boy-I don’t study law so please lmk if anything I’m saying doesn’t really sound right-

Okay so I kind of think Cherry would try to clear his name like she did in the book? She’s not a lawyer herself but she managed to get her family to pay for a pretty good one on behalf of Ponyboy and the Curtises. I’m not sure if that can be how it works since like…I’ve obviously never been in this kind of situation, but I think that since the Curtises can’t exactly afford their own, either 1. Cherry would pay for one or 2. The state would probably just assign someone to the case, but regardless, they managed to convict Pony because of their own biases against hoods and greasers and such, even if he as wrongfully convicted. Another thing is I feel like the Socs tried to contaminate some of the evidence (i.e. the switchblade) to try and make it look even more obvious that Pony was guilty. The reason there doing this too is pretty much because they already lost Johnny, so they wanted to get rid of Pony who “also played a part in the murder”-from what I’ve read the death penalty wasn’t made illegal for minors until somewhere between the late 1970s to the early 2000s, (EDIT-Just read that it was 1988 that people under 15 at the time of their crime were exempt from the death penalty so yeah, Pony will be 15 or so)

I’m not sure how the whole lawyer thing would work-ai think that while Darry and Soda are trying to get Pony exonerated, Cherry and even Randy would get him lawyers to try and get him at the least a stay of execution. I know that the death penalty bong carried out has an average of 10-15 years of being carried out but I think they’d want Pony gone as soon as possible because of personal biases and such—at least that’s how it was supposed to work in this au-Pony and his brothers/Cherry and Randy even tried to send in appeal after appeal and some of them got far enough—he did get a stay of execution for a few days which he thanks his lucky stars for, but I think that he just ends up being exonerated because I think usually when cases happen like this where the person is still guilty but they’re also “not suitable for the death penalty” they get life without parole (i think) but I think he gets exonerated like…the day of his execution, when he’s already strapped to the chair with the hood over his head

I’ll admit I have to do a lottttt of research about the actual legality and stuff since my morbid curiosity with death row comes more from how the executions work and stuff like that-like i’m pretty sure in oklahoma at least there were different forms of execution back then but that doesn’t matter-i hope i got at least like…part of the legal stuff right? Feel free to correct me if I haven’t!

I dunno, I just kind of have a morbid curiosity for this kind of thing-that probably makes me sound weird, huh? abut I dunno, I thought this AU could have a lot of potential-I know of one case where someone was sentenced to the gas chamber but was found innocent so I’m loosely basing it off that? It’s still a work in progress tho

[bellathechildbitch]

How'd The Outsiders be like when their S/O is the unpopular, underrated, yet equally talented member of a group? Y'know, being overshadowed by other members, not being promoted enough or worst case scenario, being bullied by (an)other member(s) or the management?

Ooh boy

Darry-

🚬He doesn't mind that you aren't popular. He thinks popular people are annoying and or snobby

🚬Darry sees that you have talent in you. It does strike a nerve that your friends don't notice that. Him seeing your friends are being assholes to you makes him furious . He isn't afraid of telling a girl off.

🚬If the situation gets worse with the bullying he will pull you aside and tell you that the way they are treating you isn't okay, and most likely will ask you to make some new friends or that you can hang out with the gang.

🚬In general he is there for you when those hoes bring you down. Dead ass if your friend(s) make you cry he will go Karen on them. Darry will literally go to their house and speak to their parents. He doesn't not give to shits if they are a greaser or a soc he will come👏and👏teach👏them👏bitches👏a👏lesson👏

Sodapop-

🥤He's ... A bit shocked?

���HOW COULD HIS S/O.... HIS BEAUTIFUL S/I BE UNDERRATED!!!$+#()#

🥤when he sees your friends just push you aside he would dead ass come up to them and go all Karen of them .... Karen soda is ... Scary

🥤You would have to pull him away before he throws punches

🥤He just doesn't understand why they can't see the talent you have in you!!?

🥤Soda himself is popular because of his looks... And having an unpopular s/o doesn't bother him...why would it?

🥤Girls will be jealous... Like how could this outcast have a guy like soda?

🥤When girls talk bad while he is working at the DX he won't hesitate to kick them out.

🥤He just doesn't understand why they would hate you...

PonyBoy-

🐴Like soda he would be confused why people overshadow you

🐴But when your friend group makes you sad, he is there and will comfort you until ya feel better. But he has no balls to beat some girls up. He can sass them but fighting...? Ha. No

🐴He feels your pain of being overshadowed. Sometimes he feels left out when he hangs out with the gang so both you guys can support each other ☺️

Dally-

💢Ah this boy.... He will flip his lid

💢You have to hold him back before he dead ass kills someone...

💢HOWTHEFUXCKAREYOUUNDERATEDBICHH

💢Side note: HE DOESNT CARE IF YOU ARENT POPULAR FACK POPULAR PEOPLE THEY CAUSE PROBLEMS

💢Okay so if he actually sees your friends treat ya like shit. ... Shit is gonna go down

💢He will yell at them for treating you like this because these idiots really don't know the talent you have. They have no right to treat you like that

💢After ... That happened he won't let you leave his side. But also he would complement you a lot... Then he usually does. But inside dally is still mad , no one is going to treat his s/o like that

Johnny-

💔He would feel helpless when he sees you get bullied by those brats

💔He might even shed a few tears when you talk about it reminding him about how he is to weak to protect you

💔Like the others he doesn't understand why you are overshadowed

💔He would force you to hang out with him and pony so you could get away from those "friends"

Two-bit-

🔴ha this hoe will tell those assholes how wrong they are about you

🔴Then you would have to drag him away from them before he takes out his blade and kills someone

🔴Then he will have a full blown pep talk about how great you are and how stupid those idiots are

Steve-

🍰he will not WATCH HIS SO GET BULLIED BITCH

🍰HE WILL ATTACK ANYONE WHO HURTS YOU

🍰YOU ARE WAY BETTER THAN THEM AND YOU BEST GET NEW FRIENDS BEFORE STEVE DEALS WITH THEM

🍰He will lecture you why you are way better than them as well and will teach u how to make new friends lmao

(sorry this took long. Lots of shit happened to me this month so yea.. sorry if it sucked as well :) stay safe, healthy and remember you are loved <3

[trialnerror]

Staying Gold [Greaser!Ashton AU] CH 1

A/N: Hope everyone loves it!! @plaidpantsluke​ :)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1

It’s been a year. One year since the funeral. One year since Bob was killed. One year without her brother by her side, and it was the hardest year of her life. Sure, Cherry had been there to help out when she could, and Randy would look out for her around school, but it wasn’t the same without Bob. It’s been a year since she’s seen Ponyboy at her family home, apologizing for her brother’s death and a year since she said goodbye. The town had seemed to go back to normal, everyone’s lives resuming as they should, everyone but her. Heathers parents had never forgiven Ponyboy or Johnny for what happened, and had petitioned to remove all of the Greasers from their small town, but were overthrown due to not having enough evidence of their bad behaviour to throw them out.

Heather was the daughter – and now only child, to a debutante mother, with the chief of police being her father, each with their own idea of how her life should turn out. Being in college didn’t stop her parents from pushing their own ideologies on her, stating that “women don’t need as much education as men” and that she should strive to become a successful debutante and marry rich. Her father often made comments along the lines of “marry rich and become a housewife like your mother, the role women were made to play in society”, which always baffled her. Why should she have to follow in her mother’s footsteps if that’s not what she planned to do with her life? Surely, she didn’t need a man to support her, as she planned to be successful on her own, but she couldn’t just tell her parents her dreams, she had to prove it to them.

Like any other day, Heather was sitting in her room trying to focus on the article she had to write for her social issues course, when her parents came in, uninvited as per usual.

“Get ready, we’re going to the country club.” her father stated, fixing his tie as he watched his daughter roll her eyes with an exasperated stare.

“Why?” she asked, eyes glued to her screen as she responded with a monotone voice. “I have to work on my paper for class.”

“Again with that paper,” he stated. “When are you going to stop worrying about your education and start looking for a man who can support you and your family?”

“I don’t need a man to do any of that. I can make my own money and gain my own success when I become a journalist, after all that’s what I’m majoring in.” she stated matter-of-factly, a slight tone of attitude in her voice.

“You shouldn’t worry about that, school has no importance later on in life.” her mother stated, as she walked into her daughters room. “Now hurry up, the Johnsons are waiting for us at the country club.”

“They can wait as long as they want, I’m not going.” Heather spat, staring at her mother with annoyance in her eyes. “I already told dad that I have homework to do. So if you’ll both excuse me..” she said, turning her attention away from her parents icy glares and back to the screen in front of her.

“The Johnsons kindly invited us to dinner so you could meet with their son Henry, and from what we’ve been told he seems like the perfect man for you” her mother stated, making her way over to Heather, combing her fingers through her daughters blonde hair. Heather then remembered the many conversations of Henry Johnson – the law student, the class president, the valedictorian, Heathers “perfect match”.

“I don’t care about Henry! Now can I please do my work?” she pleaded, swatting her mother’s hand away from her head, hoping to finally be left alone.

“Don’t raise your voice at us. Show your parents some respect young lady.” her father piped in, now getting annoyed at how stubborn his daughter was being.

Feeling defeated by how overbearing her parents were being, Heather sighed and collected her things. Getting up from her seat she grabbed her bag, and pushed past her parents, making her way out of her room.

“Go without me, I’m going to Cherry’s house”, she said and left without another word.

Sherri Valance, or as she was most famously known, Cherry, was the only person who understood Heather and her views on her life. She didn’t agree with how her parents were treating her, but she did understand where they came from. After all, their son was killed by the very same group that Cherry had once befriended.

Making her way to a payphone, Heather dialled Cherry’s number.

“Hey, if my parents ask, I’m crashing at your house tonight okay?” she said, toying with the cord of the phone.

“Yeah, sure but why?” Cherry questioned on the other end.

“I avoided going to the country club with them but I still have to finish my paper so please cover for me.” she pleaded, hoping her best friend would comply.

“Okay okay, be safe please. Bye” Cherry said, hanging up the phone.

Now that her ruse was in action, Heather made her way down to the railway tracks that separated the East and West side, the main division between the Socs and the Greasers. She knew that going into the Greasers turf alone was a risky move, but she had to finish her paper and this was the only way to do it. Making her way into Jones’ – the most popular bar on the West side, she found an empty seat along the bar, near the front of the room. Close enough to the front door, she thought as she took out her notebook, ready to observe and take note on the behaviour of the many Greasers that occupied the bar.

Ordering a coke with cherries, the bartender gave her a strange look, but didn't bother to question her otherwise. Taking a sip of the sweet drink, Heather glanced around the room, taking note of the dark lighting and strange music playing in the background, different to the bright lights and dance music that she was accustomed to at the bars and clubs on the East side. She also noticed that the Greasers weren’t dancers, they preferred to play pool or darts instead, very much the opposite of her and her Soc friends. Fully engrossed in her note taking, she didn’t notice the tall, mysterious stranger approaching her from behind.

“I don’t know about you,” whispered the stranger into Heathers ear “but you don’t belong here”.

Immediately, her shoulders tensed. She was almost too afraid to turn around and put a face to the voice that had caught her encroaching on Greaser territory.

“What do you mean?” She asked, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible, not to show her fear for what might happen to her.

“I know who you are, or better, where you’re from, Soc” the stranger said, taking a seat beside her. “The drink gives it away.”

Heather finally looked to her side where the stranger sat, taking in his caramel skin, chocolate eyes and dark hair styled into a quiff, with too much grease in it. She also heard a slight accent when he spoke, assuming him to be from Australia.

“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, looking him in the eyes, trying to show that she wasn’t afraid of him, though inside she was trembling.

Once the words left her mouth, he was taken aback. Everyone always thought that the Greasers wanted to cause trouble, but that wasn’t always the case.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but word of advice, you should get out of here while you still can” he said, nodding his head toward the door. “Wanna come out for a smoke, if you’re with me they won’t hurt you.”

Heather looked around the room, now noticing the stares of the other Greasers and reluctantly stood up, agreeing to the offer that he had made her. Making their way outside, they stood near the door, the lingering looks continuing as Greasers made their way in and out of the bar.

Lighting up his cigarette, Heather watched him, taking in the very cool demeanour that radiated off his body. She watched as he held the cigarette between his fingers, and the decoration of the shining rings he wore, that glistened in the light that hung above the door.

“So Soc, why are you here?” He asked, blowing smoke from the side of his mouth, not to hit her with it.

“I’m writing an article” she said, avoiding his glance.

“About?” he pushed, wanting to know more about why this preppy Soc girl was on their turf.

“About the Socs and the Greasers. I had to see what you were like for it to be true and honest.”

Rolling his eyes at her statement, he put out his cigarette on the bottom of his shoe. “Y’know, you socs always make shit up about us and make us out to be the bad guys.”

“I’m not writing it from my perspective, I’m writing it the way it is.” she stated, looking him in the eyes to prove that she was telling the truth.

With a slight shrug of his shoulders, the two continued to speak about the differences between the Socs and Greasers, how they party, where they hang out, what they do for fun and everything and anything they could think of. Both of them spoke about the long feud the two sides had, and wondered why people couldn’t get along, they seemed to be getting along just fine, momentarily forgetting that they belong to two different groups.

It was only until there was a lull in their conversation that Heather had realized that he wasn’t as bad as the other Greasers. He wasn’t as bad as her parents made them out to be.

“How about you give me your number?” He then asked, snapping her back to reality. She pondered his question but tore a small piece of paper from her notebook. Taking out her pen she scribbled her number on it and handed it to him.

“You can call me on Tuesdays or Thursdays. My parents aren’t home so it’s safer if you call then.” she said, making sure she had all her belongings with her.

“Will do Soc” he said as he put her number into his jacket pocket.

“Heather” she smiled softly, feeling slightly more comfortable around this Greaser, since he hadn’t tried to hurt her since he approached her inside the bar.

“Calum” he said, returning the same smile.

Watching him get on his bike and ride away, Heather smiled to herself and started making her way back home. Maybe the Socs and Greasers were the same in some ways. Just maybe.

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[littlewolfdiaries]

Character Analysis II: Dallas Winston in Love

A/N: This analysis is very complex and can easily lead to confusion, so if you need any clarification just use my ask. I worked without a book so if you have any contradicting evidence, I’m open to it!

Love—

A deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.

First, let’s begin by discussing love and its relation to Dallas throughout his life, or more specifically, from the day he was born. How and if a person was shown love and care as a child is a strong indicator of how they will will turn out later in life. In fact, in extreme cases of neglect and borderline abandonment, children can develop sociopathy and psychopathy (and of course, many other issues, as well).

Dallas has never seemed to have a stable home life. His juvenile arrest in New York at the age of nine only supports this. But, other than the seemingly broken relationship with his father, Dally seems to have 0 connection to family.

As we know, Dallas loved Johnny. This is extremely important to not only the book, but this analysis. He fell in love with Johnny when he was too afraid to attach to anything else. The attachment grew so strong that when Johnny died, Dallas wanted to, too. This showed that Dally did have a non-traditional loving relationship, putting all of his emotions into an attachment so strong that he was left suicidal.

Dallas was unused to traditional relationships. His relationship with Sylvia supports this.

Looking at his life before death, a stable and loving relationship with a woman seems unlikely. However, as we’ve now discussed, Dallas is capable of forming attachments similar to traditional love.

What kind of woman would it be?

After reading the book, you may think this woman could be either a greaser or Soc due to his interest in both Sylvia and Cherry.

For Dallas to form an attachment with someone, comfort and trust are necessities. Ensuring both of these is most practically achieved through finding someone similar to him, so there is a very high likelihood that the woman would be of lower middle to lower class.

What type of girl it would be?

Dally’s unhealthy coping methods of drinking, fighting, sex, and more were so heavily embedded in him that they would likely never go away, though they could reduce in usage.

In addition to being of similar class and experience, the girl would have to accept those rather permanent behaviors.

So, what that says about the type of woman? She would have to be easygoing, relaxed, and somewhat manipulative. You can’t just blatantly tell Dallas what to do, and his on/off relationship with Sylvia demonstrates that manipulation.

How he’d act?

As stated, Dallas has never been shown traditional love. He’s not unempathetic, but he’s also not sensitive or intuitive and cheats. He’s not relationship material, period, and though I do think that could change after forming a strong attachment, I don’t think it would so significantly.

The most likely outcome here is that Dallas would keep the cheating to a minimum and reduce his fighting/emotional, typically criminal outbursts (such as stealing, robbery, etc). He had so many unhealthy habits that you cannot expect much more from him. In trying to be perfect, his stress levels would increase and so consequently his drinking and smoking would follow suit.

In decreasing certain habits, you’re increasing others. This is most notably due to his weakly developed coping skills and lack of healthy emotional expression.

Dallas would act reformed, but he would never quite fall on the good side of the law. I do think for a small increments of time, however, he’d be capable of it. If he’s formed such a strong attachment, he’s not going to ever want to lose it, if he can prevent it. He would act the best that he could despite still being far from perfect.

Example

Since I answered this vaguely with mostly reasoning and sort of psychology, I’ll give you the most optimal example I can think with a future partner.

1. Bartender. This would be a plausible scenario, considering Dallas likes to drown his sorrows away lmfao. Talking with her causally, or very emotionally intimate on a slow night, would start to build that attachment.

A bartender would be great with handling rowdy people, especially guys. I can definitely picture a woman with a laidback yet strict personality keeping him in line. The drinking would work to reduce his other bad habits as we’ve discussed before, which would be great as she clearly wouldn’t have any issues with alcohol or first aid basics.

Developing a realistic female OC

If you’re trying to develop a non cliché OC, this may be of use to you. Not that exact plot, but this analysis.

Just remember that your character should have some ties to one of his habits. Bartender, drinking. Maybe a girl who works at a boxing joint, fighting, or is involved with her brother’s gang and coordinates fights, etc. Maybe she’s a recovering drug addict, or maybe Dally makes conversation after seeing her nearly go through a whole pack and comes to find out they’ve lived two streets apart their entire lives and she dated a boy he used to close to.

Overall Summary

Dallas is capable of love, but not without a strong attachment that needs to stem from similarities and the acceptance of his flaws and outbursts.

Love isn’t the same for everyone. Dally would probably never look up at the stars with the love of his life and wonder how he ever got such an amazing woman and two children.

But, that isn’t to say he wouldn’t be satisfied with a woman that feeds him and watches football on the couch with a beer or two every night. Or, that holds his hair back and gives him Advil after he comes home trashed despite the fact that they’re both working the next day.

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Middle school teacher!Jason has a crush on fellow elementary school teacher!Dick.

I think this prompt is absolutely adorable (and it gives me a chance to write outside being a gym teacher)

Learning the Lines of You

“Alright you guys, remember to be quiet, we don’t want to bother the middle schoolers!” 

A few kids in Jason’s class looked up from their essays at Dick Grayson’s bright voice in the hallway. Even Jason looked up and saw the line of first graders following Dick like obedient little ducklings. He looked back at his own group of kids and wondered why he hadn’t gone for elementary education. Yeah, teaching kids the books he’d loved in school had been a good idea at the time, but he should have known that not all of his students would appreciate it. 

The sound of tiny footsteps faded away and Jason was left with the sounds of his own students. The scratch of pencils and the occasional sound of an eraser, even a few exhausted sighs. They look at Jason like he’s the one that gets it easy when in reality, Jason will have to grade these essays. A few weeks ago, the Dean said something about a potential position for Jason in the upper school and Jason knows he’ll be considering it when he’s reviewing the terrible grammar in these essays. 

In the last ten minutes of class, students start to finish their essays, handing them to Jason until class ended and Jason dismissed them, collecting their papers as they left the room. A few minutes after they left, Jason collected the essays and went to the teacher’s lounge to start grading them. 

He stepped inside and among the other teachers, Dick Grayson was there looking over a pile of papers while eating something that smelled so delicious, it made Jason’s own lunch look sad. 

Dick looked up at his entrance, “Oh hi!” He smiled and it was one of the brightest things Jason had ever seen. “You’re Mr. Todd from the middle school right?”

“Jason,” he corrected as he went to the fridge debating pulling out his own lunch. He shrugged and grabbed it. “You’re in elementary,” Jason pointed out as he sat across from Grayson, setting the essays and his lunch down.  Dick looked at the papers. 

“What are those?”

“In class essays,” Jason said as he pulled out his pen. 

“Oh man, I always hated those,” Dick said. “No offense.”

“I get it,” Jason replied. “If you think writing them was bad, I promise you grading them is worse. Teaching kids how to write a thesis essay and teaching them analysis based reading in one year is kind of a lot.”

Dick nodded, “I totally get it. Elementary isn’t bad, but it’s as much babysitting as it is teaching sometimes.”

“And the kids actually like you,” Jason said. “These kids act like I’m torturing them when I ask them to read things like Treasure Island and Sherlock Holmes because they’re older and harder to understand. They also didn’t understand The Outsiders at all, they walked around wearing madras shorts calling themselves Socs for weeks afterwards.”

Dick laughed, “That’s terrible, but you have to admit the whole Soc thing is hilarious. This is Gotham Academy, not a lot of kids here relate to the Greasers.” Jason always had, but he didn’t say anything about that, he could see the understanding on Dick’s face though. 

“Hopefully they’ll do what I did,” Dick said. “They’ll pick the books up again one day and appreciate that someone tried to teach them good literature. They’ll also wonder how they didn’t understand what analysis was back then.” 

“Are you saying this from personal experience?” Jason asked, he opened his lunch box and pulled out a salad. 

“Maybe,” Dick said with a playful grin as he started eating his lunch again, it looked like a shepherd’s pie and it smelled amazing. 

Jason started grading the papers, but a few minutes later, a hand waved in front of his vision and he looked up. 

“Sorry,” Dick said. “But you looked like you were in pain and I just had to stop you.” 

“Sorry,” Jason said. “This one is just really bad.” 

Dick took the paper and looked at it, brow furrowing and a frown forming on his beautiful face. He looked pretty even when he looked upset at how bad some of these kids were at writing. 

“Oh my god,” Dick shook his head. “You are not grading all of these yourself. I’m helping you.”

“What?” Jason asked. 

“I’ll help you,” Dick said with a grin on his face. “I don’t have much grading to do and my lesson plans for the month are done. I also feel like I’m in need of a challenge so I’ll help you grade your essays.”

“When?” Jason asked. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Dick replied. 

It was a Friday and Jason was tempted to say he had plans but Dick’s offer also meant he didn’t have plans. “I was going to grade these essays,” Jason admitted. 

“Awesome,” Dick replied. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine?”

Dick slid his phone over to Jason’s. “Great, put your info in and I’ll be there at six, I’ll bring some of this shepherd’s pie too.”

Jason put his info in Dick’s phone and Dick smiled at him then his phone jingled. “Oops, I have to go pick up the kids from gym class. I’ll see you tonight!”

“Dude,” one of the high school teachers said as Dick breezed out of the room. “Grayson is totally into you.”

Jason may have freaked out a bit when he got home. He cleaned his apartment from top to bottom and worked out hard in an attempt to burn away some of his nerves because what if that high school teacher had been right and Dick was into Jason. 

He stepped out of the shower and tried to find something decent to wear, settling for jeans and a t-shirt. He didn’t want to dress too nicely in case Dick came dressed casually, but he didn’t want to wear sweats either.  

When Dick got there, Jason’s hair was still a little damp and probably looked wild from all the times he’d run his hands through it. Dick stared at him for a moment before he smiled and held up the large tupperware container he held in his hands. 

“I brought food,” he said. 

“Awesome,” Jason said. “Come in.” He showed Dick to his living room and then to the kitchen so Dick could help him heat up the food. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Sure,” Dick said. “What do you have?”

“Water, milk, juice, beer, tea, coffee, wine, and I think I have some cokes somewhere in the back of the fridge.”

“I’ll take a beer if you don’t mind,” Dick said. 

“Alright,” Jason said as he went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. He opened them up and handed one to Dick as they put the food in the microwave. 

They started eating and grading a few minutes later, laughing and complaining about the papers as they sat together on the couch. There was only one cushion of space between them, occupied by the papers they needed to grade. 

“Is this what our papers were like?” Dick asked as he shook his head at the essay in front of him. “If it is, I want to send an apology to all of my teachers because these are awful. How do you even begin to grade them?”

“You have to make a really loose rubric sometimes,” Jason said. “And then follow that. Even then, sometimes it’s still difficult.”

A few minutes, or maybe even an hour later, Dick put the essay he was working on aside. 

“Okay,” he said, taking the papers from between them and putting them on the coffee table. “Mandatory break from the torture, that means you too,” Jason willingly let Dick snatch the paper from his hand. 

“All this makes me glad I’m in elementary,” Dick said as he leaned back on the couch and took a sip from his beer. Jason watched the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and he wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on the golden skin and feel how it moved under his lips. 

“Yeah,” Jason whispered, voice coming out lower than he intended. 

Dick looked at him and their eyes met, Dick’s eyes were such a rich shade of blue people would have waxed poetic about it back in the day, hell, Jason wanted to write poetry about those eyes now. 

-

“I hear Mr. Todd is in love or something,” one of the students said as she walked through the halls past Mr. Todd’s room. 

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, he’s like super smiley all the time. The only thing that sucks is that he’s not nicer or anything.”

“That sucks.”

Jason overheard the conversation from his classroom and had to bite back a laugh. A few minutes after the hallways cleared, Dick stepped into his classroom, closing the door behind him. 

“You look pleased,” Dick said as he sat down on Jason’s desk. “Did someone have really good insight today on one of your readings?”

“No,” Jason said. “But there are rumors.”

“Oh really?” Dick asked. “What kind of rumors?”

Jason stood up and placed on hand on each side of Dick, leaning in close to whisper in Dick’s ear. “Rumors that I’m in love.”

“Oh really?” Dick replied, draping his arms around Jason’s shoulders. “And are those rumors true?”

Jason moved down Dick’s jawline pressing small kisses there until he was hovering over Dick’s mouth. He looked into Dick’s eyes and they were like dancing fire, waiting for Jason to do or say something. Jason’s mouth quirked up in a small smile. 

“Yeah, I think they are.” He pressed in and kissed Dick, the two of them getting so lost in each other that they didn’t notice when the door to Jason’s classroom opened. 

Jason pulled away but it was too late. One of his students was staring at them both with wide eyes. The student stepped into the classroom and grabbed a backpack that was leaning against one of the desks, Jason and Dick watching her as she apologized profusely the entire way. 

The door shut and Jason leaned on Dick’s shoulder. “How long do you think it will be before the whole school knows.”

“I give it until the end of the day,” Dick replied. If Jason looked half as debauched as Dick did right now, he didn’t want to know what types of rumors would be going around. Dick pressed his lips against Jason’s neck and started sucking but Jason pulled away. 

“What are you doing?”

“Well we’ve got to prove the rumor is true, don’t we?”

While the word around the school wasn’t something to go by, the hickey on Jason’s neck in fifth period that definitely hadn’t been there by third period was all the confirmation the middle schoolers needed. And if Jason gave Dick a necklace of hickeys that night in return, well, no one had to know about that.