#oh dallas winston they could never make me think you are a white man

[girlishwhimsies]

me whenever i think too much about dallas winston being a black man in the south in the 60s

[diorgirl444]

From one matt dilly girl to another...🤨

cowboy!dallas how do we feel

Like full on texan accent omggg- 🤭🤭

you get it oh my godddddd. maybe bcs i’m english but this is so mouthwatering to me i can’t even lie to you!!! so much that i’ve written a few cutesy lil hcs for it xxx

cowboy! dallas winston x farmer’s daughter! reader

warnings: bad writing! (girlies i’ve never kissed anyone or flirted so my expression only comes from writing fanfiction so it may not be the most realistic i’m afraid), fem! reader, very self indulgent, unspecified time period. poor understanding of american history i’m english please go easy on me, idk how many words <3

• okay so i see your cowboy! dallas winston and i raise you runaway outlaw! dallas winston posing as a farmhand on reader’s family farm

• i’m thinking he’s an outlaw because after getting in a fight with his alcoholic father he ran away with their horse and in order to survive he stole from carriages and things. a regular billy the kid you know?

• except it’s not easy for a seventeen year old out on his lonesome on all that land and with the law looking for you. but he has no choice so he keeps running till he reaches a farm far, far out west. that night he is so, so tired that he hides in their barn planning to wake up early so he doesn’t get caught.

• but he hasn’t been able to sleep properly in days so he fully crashes. he wakes up that morning with a girl leaning over him pressing her cool hand to his forehead, the sunlight from the open barn makes her hair like a halo and she’s in a beautiful white nightdress and so he briefly wonders if he’s died and she’s one of heavens angels.

• the allusion shatters when she’s realised he’s woken and she calls “daddy he’s alive!” and then his eyes widen and he realises there’s a whole family crowded around him. he excepts to be shouted, to be threatened maybe even hit but instead the wrinkled old man who he assumes is the father of the house says in a gruff but not unkind voice “you got a place to stay son?”

• dallas is vaguely aware that he doesn’t know these people that they could report him to their nearest sheriff or worse eat him or something gruesome like that. but something about the apple cheeked girl, the twin little boys in mismatched plaid and the kind eyes in the wrinkled faces of the parents has him feeling at ease and so he admits “no sir”

• the mother nudges her husband who nods before speaking “well sonny you’re in luck. i’m in need of a farmhand. can’t pay ya but i can offer ya food and board for you and that horse of yours. does that sound like a deal boy?” dallas nods, hardly believing his luck.

• the girl smiles widely and softly whispers to him “i told daddy we should keep you” he decides not to tell her that she could keep him forever if she wanted. maybe it’s a bit early for that yet.

• he falls into a routine pretty quickly at the farm. he does all the hard labour that the father of the house is too old to do now like cutting firewood or rounding the cattle up. he always catches sight of the girl picking fresh fruit and prancing around the farm in her cute little cowboy boots and his heart aches.

• what he doesn’t know is the parents have noticed the way him and their daughter look at each other or ankles press together under the table so they’re always trying little things to get them together. like sending her out to give him glasses of sweet iced tea or getting him to ride their horses with her.

• it finally happens though late one hot august evening. the farm is lazy for a change with most people napping trying to beat the heat. she’s eating cherries and staining lips and hands on the porch swing whilst intently a very sweaty shirtless dallas work on the farm.

• he catches her looking and grins saying “you know what they say about cherry stems?” she shakes her head, batting her lashes at him absentmindedly and he seems to grin even wider.

• “well if you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. means you’re a good kisser” his honeyed southern tone drawls out.

• almost in a trance she hands him a cherry stem and flushes bright red when he cockily sticks his tongue out flashing the knotted up cherry stem. “my turn” she tells him trying to distract herself from the growing butterflies in her stomach.

• “nah doll i got another way to check for you” before she can ask what is, he’s leaning over the porch railings and kissing her. she eagerly kissed him back letting her cherry stained fingers grab onto his hair and he’s groaning slightly against his lips. they probably would of gone further has it not been for the cough behind them.

• they awkwardly pull away, her with red cheeks and dallas with red ears and they meet her fathers gaze “happy to see you two finally pulled it together but if you’re gonna act like dogs in heat do that where the lord can’t see you, hm kids?” he gives them a knowing smile as he walks off.

• and well they listen to him and disappear off the barn hand in hand just as they one day will leave the local chapel dressed in white….

[2knightt]

Heyyy can you do a Dallas (outsiders) x male hippie???? I think it would be cute :)

↳heartbeat, my heartbeat!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, Dallas Winston falls for male hippie reader!。✦

he hated you before, i’m sorry.

he hated how much you advocated for peace and love.

bullshit, he thought.

 you were following dallas winston around, telling him that he shouldn’t just beat up people. how, peace and love can fix everything, how violence isn’t the answer.

“c’mon man, you’re better than this.”

“no. no i ain’t.”

“cause you ain’t try to be better.”

he didn’t try?

why did he need to? he’s already a terrible person. might as well make the best of it.

“what d’ya know, hippie?”

“i know that love can fix everything.”

“like what, wise guy?”

“wars, fights, arguments, and other things.”

dallas kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes at your corny answer.

you thought dallas could change.

you knew anyone could change if they just, tried.

dallas just thought you were full of shit.

“what planet you come from, huh? this is real life. ain’t nothin’ like that gon’ fix wars.”

“well, we haven’t had a war recently to try. which is good, means the world is a step closer to peace.”

‘step closer to peace,’ his ass.

you’re so bright, he pissed him off.

“just scram, hippe! i ain’t tryna get a lecture from a lowlife like you!”

you sighed, getting a sad expression on your face.

“see, dallas. this is what i was talking about.”

“don’t call me dallas.”

huh?

isn’t that his name? you thought to yourself, with a confused look on your face.

“why not?”

“dally sounds better. dallas ‘s to formal for my liking.”

oh, he just wanted to sound cool.

you smiled, nodding to acknowledge his answer.

“alright, dally.”

“ugh, nevermind. you can call me dally when you get that stupid smile off your face.”

he said, with a grossed out face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up and his top lip was raised.

he looked you up and down, finally noticing your ridiculous outfit.

you had a brown jacket on, with these strings hanging off at the bottom.

you had a white shirt on that was unreasonably dirty. dallas wanted to ask why, but he didn’t want another 15 minute story.

you had almost white jeans on. they had different patches of colours sown in, making them stand out.

your pants were wide, they basically covered the shoes you were wearing.

dallas noticed the large peace necklace you wore.

god, how annoying.

he finally looked up to look at you, eye to eye.

that’s when he noticed how, handsome i guess.

your eyes shinned real bright. your lips looked soft, softer than anyone elses.

god—he never knew how attractive you could be.

“starin’ is rude, dally.”

“i ain’t starin, hippie.”

“calling me a hippie isn’t an insult. it’s just what i am! i mean, do you take offence when people call you a greaser?”

dallas thought about it for a bit.

i guess he didn’t. i mean, that is what he is after all.

“no.”

“see? ain’t all that bad.”

you said, in almost a sassy tone.

he was gonna answer you in some way nobody would like, until you walked off.

you saw your friend—M&M, they call ‘em.

of course you’d be friends with him, dallas thought.

you turned around to face dallas one more time, to say your goodbyes.

you were taught it was rude to leave without saying goodbye at a young age.

“BYE DALLY! STAY SAFE!!”

you shouted, holding up two fingers, making a peace sign as you turn your back to catch up to your friend.

dallas rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.

he lit it with a stupid smirk on his face.

dally liked that you were using his nickname.

he liked that you looked out for him.

he liked that you saw the better version of himself in him.

dallas winston liked you, period.

[stevelovbot]

cause y’beautiful

pairing : dallas winston x african-american reader

warnings : angst and some racism; if that’s a triggering topic for you, please don’t read. also, if you need anyone to talk to about an issue concerning that topic, feel free to dm me.

a/n : based off of this request by the lovely @danddwife : “Hi I see you lost the outsiders 💓I was wandering if you could write a one shot or whether you perfect with Dallas and an African American fem reader.” 

you were sitting in your bed, tying your curly strands of hair into a bun. it was a summer evening, and god knows, summer evenings are really damn hot in tulsa, oklahoma. you were at buck’s place upstairs, opening all the windows, waiting for your boyfriend dallas to come back from the diner. at least when he came back, you wouldn’t have to be both bored and hot.

“hey doll, whatcha doin’?”, dally’s voice boomed out. he reached towards you for a hug, but you stepped back.

“no! don’t touch me!”, you squealed as you moved back.

“heeeey, why not?”, he asked jokingly. “i’m tired n’ bored n’ all i really want to do is hug my girlfriend but she won’t let me? bullshit, man.” 

“cause y’sweating, dal.” you said. “take a bath first.”

he feigned annoyance and left to go to the bathroom, smacking your bum on the way and sending you a cheeky wink. you just smiled back.

knowing dallas, and the fact that he takes forever and then a few years to take a proper shower, you plopped back onto the creaky queen bed and continued to file your nails. after what felt like forever (see, you knew he would take a billion hours), the door opened and out came an extremely wet, but still extremely attractive dally.

“there y’go. better? now, gimme that hug will ya?”, dally asked.

you giggled as you leaned forward to hug him back. pecking a light kiss onto his cheeks, you smiled as you leaned back.

“oh! i almost forgot! evie ‘n angela invited us to go to the drive-in for dinner! the gang’ll be there too, c’mon it’ll be so fun!”, you said.

“’m tired as fuck though, man.”, dally grumbled.

“it won’t be long babe! i promise!”, you pleaded.

“hmmm. ‘kay fine. but y’gotta give me another kiss before i go get dressed, doll.”, dally said.

happily obliging to his deal, you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips before going and getting dressed. when the two of you finished getting dressed, you walked down the neighborhood to get to your destination.

as the two of you paid for your tickets and popcorn, angela made her way over. 

“hey you two! i didn’t think you’d make it!”, she said.

“well, i guess we did after all!”, you smiled. “this one was a bit reluctant though.”

“i was not! ‘m just tired is all!”, dally said.

angela giggled, beginning to lead you two over to where everyone else was.

“you two head right over, i’ll just grab some cola.”, you said.

you walked over to the concession stand and stood in line behind a few of the socs. one of them turned around and looked you up and down, then laughed.

“what are you laughing at?” you fired.

“nothing. just wondering how someone like you got to hookup with someone like him.”, she gestured toward where dally was standing.

your eyes pooled slowly, and you winced as if a flame was ignited upon your cheek. you got these comments a lot. “someone like you” wasn’t just an insult based upon your style or your money. it was based off of your race. all throughout your life, these comments had kept getting to you. however you had never gotten one like this, about your relationship with dallas. it was the one thing you treasured the most.

dropping the money you were holding, you ran back straight to buck’s place. not to dallas, just straight to buck’s place. you crumpled on the floor as your hair fell in tight curls out of your ponytail. and that’s when the dam burst again. he could have anyone truly. why you? you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself.

upon opening your eyes again, you had found yourself lying on the bed, with dally concernedly hovering over you. when he saw you open your eyes, he felt relief flood through himself.

“doll? ‘s anything wrong? why’d you come home early?”, he asked.

“i just - i don’t understand, dally.”, you sobbed into his chest.

“shh, i’m here f’ ya doll, let it all out.”, he soothed you.

“i don’t understand - why would you wanna be with me when you could have anyone? ’m not skinny, ‘m not pretty, goddamn’ i’m not even white. y’know what happened at the concession stand? a soc told me she doesn’t understand why you’re with me ‘cause you’re you and i’m just me. plain old little me.”, you sobbed.

“hey, hey. listen to me, doll. i’m with you ‘cause i love you, okay? you may not be skinny, but you’re perfect to me. you think you aren’t pretty, but to me, you’re the prettiest person i’ve laid my eyes on. you’re not white, who. fucking. cares? our skin colors don’t define us, do they? i know i didn’t go to school for much time at all but if there’s one thing they taught us, it’s that every single fucking person is equal. okay? never ever let me hear you belittle yourself like that because of your race. i love you cause y’beautiful. inside and out.”, he said.

you felt your eyes prick again, this time not because you were sad, but because you never knew that he loved you this much. and, you knew he was right. your race doesn’t define you. your actions do. 

[yikesharringrove]

hello, love your writing :) would you do 7 & 34 for the prompt thing please?

Thank you so much! I seriously have such a great time writing for harringrove, so nice comments really mean the world to me :’)

7: “You’re a fucking idiot if you think I don’t love you.”

34: Monster hunting

If anyone else is interested in sending in a request, I’ve got the prompt list right here! Honestly, my requests are always open and anyone is welcome to slide into my inbox with headcanons, prompts, or to say hey!

Post-season 2 because that’s the monster-hunting energy we live for. (Although, this is like the aftermath of monster hunting).

There is some description of gore, so be gentle if that kinda thing is yikes for you.

Read on AO3

Billy is absolutely terrified.

He had to carry a nearly unconscious and delirious Steve Harrington all the way from their spot in the woods to his huge and empty house.

The demodog had come out of fucking nowhere, attaching itself to Steve’s left shoulder before anyone could even process what was happening. Billy had seen red, taking his ax to the ‘dog again and again until it was a heap on the forest floor.

Steve was bleeding. Billy had tried to fashion some kind of tourniquet, using his own shirt and belt to keep firm pressure on Steve’s shoulder while Billy held him to his chest and ran as fast as he fucking could in a pure, blind panic.

They had forged an uneasy friendship in the tunnels under Hawkins, clinging to one another in the swarm of ‘dogs when they thought the end was imminent. The tension soon drained from their friendship, nights getting drunk and getting to know the other’s deepest fears and pain chased it away.

He busted into Steve’s house, the back door left open like always, because Steve never locked his doors, because it’s a small town, people don’t really break in and something else about if a demogogron shows up, a lock’s not gonna stop it.

So he carried Steve inside, up the stairs to the bathroom to the left of the landing, the big immaculate one Steve always lead Billy to when his dad went too far. There was a big first aid kit under the sink, fully stocked and replenished every month.

He propped up Steve as best as he could on the closed lid of the toilet, getting the kit and returning to Steve, crouching between his legs to survey the damage.

Steve’s head was lolling about, his eyes glazed over, the pain of the injury causing his brain to go fuzzy.

“Billy,” he whined when the wound was unwrapped, the air stinging the bite.

Billy was going to be sick. He didn’t know how Steve is able to do this, stuff down his own fear and pain to clean and heal. He was choked by fear, afraid to lose his closest friend, afraid to cause any more harm to the boy he absolutely loves.

He had to cut the rest of Steve’s shirt off, not wanting to deal with shifting Steve around any more than he already had.

“Okay, Stevie, I need you to hold on for me okay? Keep talking to me, Baby. Tell me about-what was the last book you read?” He was wetting a washcloth, wiping the blood steadily oozing from the bite marks.

“I don’t, Bill you know I don’t like,” he hissed at the scrape of the cloth against tender flesh. “I don’t like reading.”

“I know, Honey. But just think. You read The Outsiders in class last semester, didn’t you? I know you liked it, you kept telling me about it.” He rang out the cloth, the water tinged pink. He soaked a new cloth with disinfectant. “C’mon Sweet Thing, this is gonna hurt. Keep on talkin’ to me. Who was your favorite character?”

“Dall-Dallas Winston, ah fuck Bill.” The burn was ridiculous, causing Steve’s vision to go fuzzy-black at the edges.

“I know, I know I’m sorry, Pretty Boy. Why do you like him?” Steve was white as a sheet, his eyes clouded over.

“I like, he cares. He helps Johnny and, and Ponyboy. He loves them, they’re his family. He’s, he’s rough around the edges, but-but he cares. He protects.” Billy was wrapping a clean bandage around Steve’s shoulder, bringing it around his chest and under his other arm to secure it to the odd placement of where the thing’s jaws clamped onto Steve. “He’s like- I mean, he makes me think of you.”

Billy’s hands twitched as he secured the bandaging. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying. Let’s get you to bed.” He gripped Steve again, pulling him up gently and tucking him to his chest again.

Once Steve was safely in bed, a bag of peas usually reserved for Billy placed against his inflamed shoulder, a few Vicodin pilfered from his mother’s stash running sweetly through his system.

“Bi-lly, Billy Billy Bill,” Steve was high as a fucking kite. Luxuriating in his bed, making grabby hands (hand) at Billy. “Come lay with me. I wanna, like, hold you and-and squish you.” His big eyes boring through Billy, pleading with him.

“Stevie, do you even know what you’re saying?” Steve gave a giggle. Billy was turning to mush.

“Yes, yes I know what I’m saying. I’m saying come here. I wanna love on you some.” Steve was the clingiest fucker Billy’s ever met, constantly snuggling up to Billy, telling him, you’re so warm, man it’s like you’re made ‘a California.

Billy tried not to move Steve as he joined him on the bed, allowing Steve to tangle their legs together and take his hand. Billy reveled in these little touches. He knew Steve only meant them between friends, comfort for his own self, but sometimes, Billy would close his eyes and imagine they were shared between lovers.

“Bill, I gotta, there’s something I needta tell you.” Steve’s eyes were nearly closed, unfocused as he looked at Billy. “And you may hate me for it, but I just gotta, say it or else, or else I’m gonna explode.”

He took a breath, glazed eyes meeting Billy’s.

“I love you, Bill. I’m in love with you. Have been since we almost fucking died in those fucking tunnels.” Billy’s heart dropped to his ass. He so wanted to believe him, those honey-sweet words everything he’s ever wanted to hear whispered in that silky voice.

“Pretty Boy, you are absolutely soaring right now. There’s no way you know what you’re saying. Maybe you should try to sleep.”

“NO.” Steve was indignant, trying to shift to look at Billy, being impeded again and again by his injured shoulder, pain shouting through the drugs. “ I know what I’m saying dammit! You’re a fucking idiot if you think I don’t love you. And I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or whatever, and it’s-it’s okay if you don’t wanna be my friend anymore, but I just, you had to know. You’re so good, so good, Bill. And, and I know you don’t think it, but you’re nice. And you care about me. And that makes me love you.”

Billy was stunned. Completely speechless in the wake of Steve’s confession, he just took in Steve’s face. He was chewing at his lip, doe eyes bright with unshed tears of uncertainty in the face of possible rejection.

“Jesus fuck, Pretty Boy, that’s all I ever wanted to hear from those sugar lips of yours.” Steve beamed, his smile big and lazy.

“You need to kiss me then. Don’t believe you ‘til you plant a big fat one on me.” He giggled, clearly pleased with himself.

“Oh yeah, you gettin’ all bossy on me now?” Billy sat up, leaning over Steve, minding his shoulder. He pressed one of his palms to Steve’s cheek, leaning into his space, close enough to see those big brown eyes cross in an effort to maintain eye contact.

Billy gently connected their lips, keeping it short and chaste.

“For the record, I love you too Stevie.”

Steve had never been happier.

[8osbabe]

two guns (one for each of us)

pairing : dallas winston x female!reader

warnings : none

summary : 

“..crazy, crazy about dallas winston. maybe.”

notes : 

funny how ideas work. it’s 1:27 AM. I have school tomorrow. I don’t really care.

as always lovelies, likes/comments/reblogs tell me my late nights are worth it.

enjoy.

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dallas winston looked best bathed in moonlight.

these thoughts filled your head on nights like these, nights where you should probably be focusing rather on what you were about to do.

still, there was no outrunning dallas winston’s heated stare, no looking at him without running your eyes along his his edges, his cheekbones, his jaw, the lines of his face. the stark contrast between the flush of his lips and the white of the cigarette between them.

“smoking kills,” you break the silence, just as he breathes out a cloud of smoke. He’s smirks.

you pluck the cigarette from it’s home between his lips and take it into yours, smiling.

cigarettes, you think as you take a drag, have supposedly been suspected to be bad for you, kill you even.

but damn, did death look good between dallas winston’s teeth.

leave it to him to make your end, your undoing, look covetable.

“you ready, doll?” he asks, looking around for the perfect moment, the sound of crushing gravel from the parking lot ringing out from under his shoes.

“you sure we should be doin’ this, dal?” you almost felt bad. no one person on this side of town was particularly much better off than the next, and taking from a poor man’s convenience store just felt wrong.

“i’ve never been to this store before, and maybe they need-”

“don’t you worry your pretty little head, doll, i ain’t a heartless monster. this convenience store is part of a chain,” he says tilting your chin up. oh.

“you remember that, that saying your old man used to say uh, ‘if it’s a chain, it’s free reign,” he laughs as he cups your face in his hands, and you lean into the touch.

you want to laugh, but your heart swells at the memory his words bring. dallas knew your father, damn near taught him everything he knew before he passed. dallas had been close to him too, you had suffered that loss together. it reminds you that dally is your home. you love him. he loves you too, he’s promised you a ring one day, hell, he’ll probably steal it. it’s kind of sick, kind of broken, but you think that was there when you met him. you think he saw that in you, too. maybe it’s why you were so drawn to each other, maybe you felt each other in places nobody else ever could.

you look at him, really look at him, and search for something in his eyes. normally, dal likes to pretend this bothers him. you tell him you can’t help looking at him, he’s just so beautiful. he says you’re a one hell of a crazy broad. crazy about him. you would savor those words, listen to the way they sounded in your head. crazy, crazy about dallas winston. maybe.

tonight though, he looks at you too. he’s not much of a talker, at least about the sappy stuff. you like to think you can read him pretty well, though. It’s why he had hated you first, had been so unsettled by you. you read his mind, his thoughts, like they were your own. right now, he said you were beautiful. silence hangs in the air, but dallas is thinking he needs you. that he’s glad you need him too. when he leans in to kiss you, he’s thinking that he needs to know that you’re real. he’s kissed you before, roughly, quickly, soft and slow, drunk and sober, and when your lips tasted like blood and when they tasted like sunlight. and he needs to know he hasn’t imagined it.

so when he does kiss you, he does it like he has your lips mapped out, knows every corner, shortcut, and weak spot. and he does it like the first time, as if he didn’t know them at all, but was desperate to learn them. he kisses you slow at first, and then rough like to make sure you don’t disappear.

when you draw breath again, you both remember what you’re here for. he smiles at you, and breaks your gaze to glance at the clerk through the window. now you’re smiling.

you turn to walk inside, hand in hand, looking like young lovers with the best intentions.

you wonder for a second what would happen if your luck ran out, if tonight ended with you and dally cuffed in the back of a squad car, or shot and dead, bleeding out on a convenience store floor.

you shrug away the thought.

as long as you’re lying next to him, it’s enough.

[angelfiume]

Mouth Like A Sailor Part 1

Hey so I have no idea how to publish a fanfic on tumblr besides just putting it up like this so hopefully this goes well.  I was posting on qoutev but it kept crashing my computer so tumblr it is.

Marlena Curtis May 1965 5 months before    "I hope all of you will take this summer to exercise your minds... You wouldn't want to go into your senior year with a head full of nothing, would you?"  Mr. Mays shouted at the class, he wasn't angry, just obnoxiously loud.  I looked across the room at my brother's best friend, Steve, hoping to have someone to smile with or pass a note too, but he obviously was not interested and instead was tracing the hand of a short girl with bobbed hair.  She was giggling as he made ugly monster claws out of her manicured fingers, it was kind of sweet honestly.  I sighed and leaned back in my chair, looking around the room for anyone else that might be alright with me.  Mr. Mays voice quieted as he saw no one really cared about his speech on polishing the young mind, he resulted to letting us free for the rest of the period.  I rested my head on my arms and decided to spend the class just sleeping instead of awkwardly trying to make conversation with the dry, ginger soc next to me.  She seemed like she wasn't very interested anyways.    The bell rung two minutes in to my daydream, which couldn't have made me happier, I jumped out of my seat and yanked my bag with me out the door.  Finally I could just do jack-shit and paint my nails instead of listening to the same monotone creeps lecture for hours and hours.  I nearly ran down the hallway towards my friends, Sophie and Jean, they were talking fast and smiled big when they saw me running down to see them.    "MARLI, tell your brother you're gonna be at my house tonight baking cookies or some sweet shit, Gene Vincent is gonna be at Sophie's cousin's bar tonight in Oklahoma City!  Her cousin said we can all get in no sweat."  Jean said, she was so excited her heavy eyeliner was creasing from smiling so wide.       

  "Holy shit, Sophie did your cousin really say we can go?  How much money?" I asked with a small twinge in my stomach, the past few months have been pretty tough on my wallet, I really wanted all my money to go into my younger brother's secret college fund.   

 "None baby!  That's a perk of having friends with connections, just pitch in two bucks or so for gas, my daddy is letting me take the Malibu, ain't that exciting?" Sophie cooed, she had this soft voice that could have sounded polite even if she was telling you where it seemed your head was stuck.  She was   rich too, man her family did well.  But she was still my friend, because she didn't care if I lived in a hollowed out coat closet my brother set up for me, she didn't believe in the social class war going on.    

  "I'm in man!  I'll tell Darry I'm going to have a sleepover with ya'll, he won't ask questions, he's too wrapped around the axel with Soda right now."  I grinned at them and listened quietly to the rest of their chatter.  They could get awful excited about something real fast, it was damn cute.     

 We walked out to Jean's boyfriends car, he was a doll, always chauffeuring her and her friends around Tulsa.  Speaking of the devil, Tommy came sprinting down the concrete steps and bear-hugged tiny Jean, making her scream and laugh.  

    "Hello sweetheart, ready to be done with the bullshit for a whole 2 months?" he was another one of those guys that seems to really just shout instead of talk, he nodded to Sophie and I and smiled nicely, "ya'll hangin' or goin' home?" 

   "I can stay a little, we're supposed to be in the City by 9 and we gotta leave at 7 or so.." Sophie chirped    

   "Just straight home for me, thanks, I gotta make an appearance so Darry doesn't get suspicious"  I knew full well that he would expect the worst if I never showed up at home.    I jumped down from Tommy's pick- up and yelled to Jean I would be at her house at 630.  I smoothed out my black corduroy skirt and re-tucked the ratty pink shirt I had owned since 9th grade.  My sneakers crunched down the gravel covering the alley behind my house as I walked towards the backward, where I heard my brother and their friends.  Not even the whole gang was there, but it was still loud as hell.     

          "Hey Marls how was the last day of school?  I  miss anything important?" laughed Two-bit, the rusty haired boy lay lazily on our back steps.      

           "Ha, it was fine, you didn't miss anything important.  Just that Mark guy offered me a whole year supply of marijuana if I would flash the principal at the assembly this morning"  I told him as I took a carton out of my bra and lit a smoke, I giggled a little when I saw him cock an eyebrow.  The nimrod probably thought I went through with it.     

           "So ya did it right?"  Demanded a bored looking Dallas Winston.  He sat next to my twin Soda, who was laughing quietly to himself, he probably knew I was too much of a wimp to leave school one some crazy note like that.   

           "Nah," I took a long drag, "I could get that shit for free by just winking at some of the squares in this town... But anyways, where did Darry go?  He working late or something?"   

           "No, he should be home in ten minutes or so, you gonna bail soon?" Soda asked   

            "Around 6ish I'm going over to Jean's, Sophie and I are gonna spend the night with her."  I told him without much worry, I was used to making up white lies at this point, Soda would likely not even care that I was going into the big city tonight, maybe he'd even think it was tuff I was sneaking off to a high class bar with my socy friends.   

             "Ain't Jean that middle-class broad with the giant jugs?" Dally half-joked, it was almost a long running gag that we had, since he couldn't make a move on me, being three of the gangs' sister, he has always tried his best to get at my friends.    I just rolled my eyes and took another drag of my cigarette, lettings the boys' conversation go this way and that and just listen.  That's kinda been my go-to lately, when my mom and dad died three months ago I lost a lot of my talkative edge.  Shit it's been three months already... I pushed my body lightly off of the side of the house and dragged myself inside.  My room really was just a scraped out coat closet.  I ain't gonna complain too bad about it though, Darry really did make it alright and it wasn't even too small of a closet to begin with.  Hell, if we were able to fit my little mattress and even my record player I bought when I was 11, it can't have been that bad.  My stomach was beginning to feel a little green, I had been smoking like a chimney since I got home, and my room ain't too breezy so that tobacco stench really liked to hang around.   

           "Marlena?" I heard my oldest brother knocking at my door, he opened it and immediately looked a little peeved, "Oh lordy!  Did ya just set a whole carton of marbolos on fire?  It's a goddamn wildfire in here, you keep smoking like this and I'm gonna have to start checking what you buy at the store now, ya dig?"    

           "Yeah, I know.  Hey Darry?"  I said, without the slightest intention of cutting down on my habit, "I'm gonna go to Jean's tonight, Sophie will be there too, that cool?"    "That's fine" he said walking back to the kitchen.  I followed him out and just followed suit, he got a glass of water, I got one too.  We didn't even talk the whole time,  he's kinda been quiet lately too.  When our parents died in that accident everyone took on a different kind of burden, but sometimes I think Darry feels like he took the whole load, and maybe that's why he's so damn stressed. Coming home from the funeral with my brothers felt like I had just taken a few strangers from the graveyard and said "you'll do."  Darry used to be that real fun, hilarious older brother.  We used to go out all the time and just talk about everything.  We would talk about how mom was a little too harsh sometimes on people and that it was pretty funny that dad would just push her buttons when she would get annoyed by the little things.  My youngest brother, Ponyboy, well he just downright terrifies me the way their deaths changed him.  He didn't use to be so dreamy all the time, he always had a big imagination, but this time it's different, he tried to follow mom and dad's souls up to heaven and got stuck somewhere between space and the East Side.  Sodapop though, he seemed to take it the healthiest, he wasn't shy about bawling and howling like an idiot at the funeral.  He had to express how he felt, so he did.  But one thing that did change was the side of him people usually forgot about started to rear its ugly head just a little more every once in a while.  Soda is charming and nice, but he's also reckless and clumsy and he won't look before he just starts running.  I'm not trying to  but my brothers in  a bad light though, I certainly haven't been perfect since the accident either.

             Jean's dad was in the army, and her mom was a nurse, so they got along pretty okay.  She wasn't by any means rich, but she surely never had a shortage of cash by the end of the month.  Her house was just a quick bus ride from my neighborhood, it was two stories, well kept, and all the bathrooms were pink.  I knocked on the door and not even a second later it was the bermuda triangle of "can you answer that?" between her and her parents.  It was her mom who came to the door, she was a real neat lady.  Joan's mom was actually real tough, she had a hard life as a kid and she don't have the easiest job in the world.

    "Hello Marls!  Don't you look like a doll tonight?"  She smiled up at me, I am pretty tall for a girl and I usually tower over most ladies I meet. 

   "Thank-you Mrs. Massey, it's just my school clothes, but I figured it would be alright for tonight, ha," I tried my best to sound like a nice girl, but she was just so damn down to earth I really don't think she'd judge me too harsh.  She let me in and walked me all the way to Jean's room, asking about my brothers and if Pony was proud of himself that he came in 2nd at his last track meet.  It was nice talking to a mom.

      Jean popped up from the floor when I walked in, "You ready to leave soon?  I just gotta find my lipstick and Sophie will be here soon, we're gonna get burgers at Dairy Queen on the way out of  town, my mom gave me food money if any of us need."  she spoke briskly and with a butt-load of excitement. 

   "Yeah I'm all set" I giggled quietly as she threw tubes of makeup to the floor trying to find her token lipstick. She got it and we tumbled down the stairs just as Sophie was pulling up to the house.

[eliniei]

Those Hard Days - Chapter 41

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

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Chapter 41 - Help

When Rae was woken up with a nudge, she opened her eyes to see Darry, half dressed, standing over here.

"Sorry, Rae. We gotta get goin’ soon," he said, eyes full of sadness, dark circles forming underneath. The last time she’d seen that look in his eyes was when… “I set out a set of Pony’s clothes for you.” 

She nodded and started to uncurl herself from her human ball she’d been sleeping in. Her body was stiff, her knees and hands stung like hell. Darry walked out of the room and she went into the bathroom to clean up. As the hot water filled up the bathtub, flashes of last night played through her head.

She remembered the fight. She remembered the mud and her bruised cheek. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw where she had been crying, the long trails of dried water breaking through the filth on her face. She imagined him. The entire scene replayed in her head.

"Dally…," she said, her chest growing tight. She took a few long breaths, but the tears came anyway, and she knew when there was a knock on the door, that they could hear her crying, too. 

"Rae?" Carrie asked, softly.  "Can I come in?" She didn’t wait for the answer, though, and pushed open the door. Rae knew she looked pathetic. Gripping the bathroom sink with her injured hands, shoulders and knees shaking with every sob that spilled out of her lips. Her friend closed the door behind her. “Let me help you, okay?”

She didn’t have the strength in her to disagree, and let the other girl help her out of her clothes and bandages, and deposit her in the bath. Carrie grabbed a washcloth and started wiping the dirt away from her body. 

“It’ll be okay, ya know?” 

"How could it?" she asked, her voice hoarse. “I’ve only ever had one person in this world and now he’s gone.”

"Now, hush,” her friend said, rather forcefully. “I know it’s gonna be hard. I know it’s gonna take a lot of strength. But, Rae, every one of us in this house is just as much your family as he was. You can rely on us." Rae was silent, but she watched a tear slide down Carrie’s face. She sucked in a shaky breath before she continued. “We’re not gonna let you drown.” She wiped Rae’s dirty face, and took a closer look at the bruise forming on her cheek. “God, he got you good, didn’t he?”

Less than twenty minutes later, Rae was dried off and rebandaged. She sat at the dining room table, staring at the pattern of the wood, as Carrie brushed her hair out. There was a knock at the front door. Two-Bit opened it to find his mother standing on the other side. 

“You guys ready?” she asked, softly. Her son turned and looked at the two girls at the table. Darry came around the corner from the hallway wearing a nice button-down and dress slacks.

“Oh, hey, Barb.”

“Hello, honey. Do you wanna ride with us?”

“Yeah, sure, that’s sounds fine.” He lifted his suit coat from the side of the couch and slipped it on. Two-Bit came over to Rae and held his hand out. 

“We gotta go, kid,” he said. She stared at his hand for a few long seconds. All she wanted to do was crawl back into bed. She didn’t care what the state decided anymore. But he reached down and took her arm. “We won’t make ya talk.” She sighed through her nose and let him lift her from her chair. When they met his mother by the door, she didn’t say anything, just tucked Rae’s wet hair behind her ear and nodded.

They made their way back to Mrs. Mathews’ car and down to the police station, where they split with Darry and were taken into the room Patricia was waiting in. She shook hands with Barb as Rae dropped herself into the chair closest to the window and crossed her arms. 

"Here's the deal," the caseworker said as they sat down. "As of this morning, officers in New York have found your father and taken him into custody. He will be shipped back here and questioned.”

Rae nodded, staring down at the table. The woman continued talking, but she stopped listening. Anger overcame her sadness for a moment. Her-Their father. This was all his fault. Dally might still be alive if...if...If Dally had just hung on for another night…

...Would it really have mattered, in the end?

"And you’ll have to identify the body.” Her head shot up. What?

"I don't think-" Two-Bit's mother started, quickly.

"No," Rae interrupted. "I'll do it. Do I...do I get to keep his personal items?" She tried to mirror her brother’s angry eyes as she looked at Patricia.

“Well, the clothes will be burned, of course, but once you’re confirmed to be his immediate family, yes.” She took a deep breath and looked off to the window.

“Fine. When do we go?”

“Well, his body is here, in the station. We could go now and get it over with, if you’d like.” 

She stood up from her metal chair and followed her caseworker to the morgue, Two-Bit on her heels. They were brought to a windowed room. Inside was a table with a large white sheet covering up what she could only assume was her brother’s body. She sucked in a deep breath, and her friend grabbed her hand, tightly. The county coroner came into the room as well.

"Is your name Rae Lee Winston?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. He asked a few other questions about her age and her parents. Finally…

"Was your brother Dallas Tucker Winston?" Her hand tightened around Two-Bit’s.

"Yes." A man in a white coat she hadn’t noticed before stood by her brother’s body. He folded the white sheet over, just enough to expose his head and shoulders. 

And there he was. 

Dally's shock of blonde hair. Wasn’t it funny how her hair was so dark and his so light? 

She examined his face, his high cheekbones, and sharp chin. His skin was paler than normal, but he was still handsome. She’d always thought that. Her eyes filled with tears, but she couldn’t tear them away.

"Is this Dallas Tucker Winston?"

"Yes," Rae answered trying to keep her voice from faltering. 

"Thank you," he said with a nod. "I'll…leave you alone for a few minutes if you’d like. When you’re finished you can collect his things.”

"Sure, thanks," she responded. “Can I...can I go in there?”

“Of course.” He led her into the room where his body was. She slid her hands out of Two-Bit’s.

“I’ll be right outside,” he said. And then they were alone. She went over to Dally and looked down at him.

"So, he we are," she started. She sighed and closed her eyes. A few tears dropped down her cheeks. "Damnit, Dally." Some drops landed on his face, just like the night before. "Look at what you're doing to me. Didn’t you ever think about how I’d feel? Was it worth it? I loved Johnny too, ya know.” She paused for a second, imagining his smiling face. “You have no idea how much I wanted to be like you." She looked up and laughed. "Now who do I look up to?" She stopped to wipe her tears. "I'm lost, Dally. I need you. I miss you. I-I love you. Wasn’t that enough?" 

Her anger began to rise inside of her. It was too much. Everything was...too much. 

"Damnit, Dally!" she yelled and hit the metal tabletop with one fist. She must have hit the edge because  a sharp pain ran up her arms and she cried out. 

"Rae." Two-Bit was through the door in an instant. She spun towards him, holding her hurt hand in the other.

“I-I just…” He walked the few strides to her and looked over at his friend's body. His jaw clenched and he pushed past Rae to cover Dally’s head up again. Panic clawed up her throat. “No-don’t-” He paused, hands ready to grab the sheet. “I’m…” She released a shaky breath. “I’m almost done.” 

Two-Bit nodded and dropped his arms. She looked back down at his face, chin quivering. She was so reluctant to leave. If she left, she’d never see him again. If she left, it’d be real. If she left, she’d have to face her friends. She’d have to...to move on without him. He’d been her life for so long. How would she ever be able to live without him?

As if knowing what she was thinking, her friend wrapped one arm around her.

“We’ll help you,” he said, his own voice cracking. “We’ll do this together, okay?” Her breath hitched as she inhaled and her face crumpled again.

“How?” she whined. “How do we do this?” He wiped his cheek and pulled her into him.

“Just like this, Rae,” he said, sadness in his voice. “Just like this.” She buried her face into his shoulder and started sobbing in his arms. 

Finally, she let Two-Bit cover his head back up. The coroner waited with a plastic bag. She took it and they were lead back to the room where his mother and Patricia were still talking. Barb looked up and was on her feet at the site of both teenager’s swollen faces. 

“Oh honey,” she said, tucking her foster daughter in her arms. 

“I think that’s enough for today,” the other woman said, standing from her chair. “When we have more information, I’ll give you a call.” Mrs. Mathews nodded. Patricia went to leave the room, but paused next to Rae.

“I’m...truly sorry,” she started. “I know he loved you a lot. He was in here every few days asking for updates.” And she was gone.

When the three of them had gathered themselves, they went back into the lobby. Darry sat in a chair, waiting for them. When he noticed them heading towards him, he stood in one fluid motion.

“How’d it go?” he asked Barb, joining them on their way out.

“They found him in New York,” she confirmed. “He’ll be brought back here for questioning, possibly a trial if they feel they have enough to go on.” She tilted her eyes toward Rae and sighed. Worry filled her expression. “It’s...going to be tough.”

“Does she have to go back to her other foster family?”

“No,” she answered. “Since he’ll be in custody they don’t feel she’s in danger anymore, so she can stay with me again. What about your brothers?”

“Well, there will be a trial for Bob’s murder,” he started. “And the judge will decide what happens based on the outcome.”

“What a mess.” Darry nodded.

“Yeah, no shit.”

[milkcartonbastard]

Bulletproof Heart

Fandom- The Outsiders. (Entire Group)

Triggers- Gun violence/police ignorance. This is based around Dally's death scene. Could be sad? Lemme know.

Note- I saw an edit and AU by @maybe-i-want-to-stay-silver and this is based on it. (Also I don’t know if anybody else has done this.)

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  We reached the vacant lot just as Dally came in, running as hard as he could, from the opposite direction. The wail of the siren grew louder and hen a police car pulled up across the street from the lot. Doors slammed as the policemen leaped out. I was running along with the gang, but something was wrong. Something felt bad, just like when I first walked in the church. Just like I felt when I thought about the nightmares. I started running faster than them. I heard a few exclamations from behind me, but I didn't care. I kept running.

  Dally reached the circle of light under the street lamp. I was so close to him now, but I knew the others stopped. I wasn't worried about them. I was worried about the horrible feeling in my gut. It wasn't because of Johnny anymore. It was going to be for a long time, but right now that wasn't it. It was coming from the sight of Dallas Winston standing underneath the only streetlamp nearby with blood running down his side. He wasn't looking at me and it seemed like he was only paying attention to himself.

  Dallas skidded to a halt not ten feet away, he turned and jerked a black object from his waistband. I remembered his voice: I been carryin' a heater. It ain't loaded, but it sure does help a bluff.

  It was only yesterday that Dally had told Johnny and me that. But yesterday was years ago. A lifetime ago.

  Dallas raised the gun and I pushed my feet against the ground harder. I was only a few feet away. The police yelled something and then the guns spit fire into the night. My skinny frame collided with his thick one. I had muscle, but that was before I had to live on bologna all week. I felt something burning, sharp, and white hot nail by body. Another one of the same feelings hit somewhere else. I gasped as Dallas and I tumbled down the small hill and collapsed onto the wet pavement. I gasped slightly and started trying to breath through the pain. Strong, slick, hands grasped my shoulder tightly and shook me.

  "Fuck, Pony. Why did you do that?" Dallas was looking down at me with his heartless blue eyes. If it wasn't for those, I'd think he actually looked concerned. I felt my bottom lip tremble pathetically. Why did I save Dally? Why did I tackle him when he so clearly wanted to be dead? When he wanted to be with Johnny? Johnny. Johnny would never have wanted anyone to have died after him. He risked his life to save those kids and did not die for the world to do the same. Sure, Dallas only loved Johnny, but that didn't mean he could throw himself in front of a bunch of policemen to commit suicide by cop.

  "I did it for Johnny." I said before clenching my teeth together. A big spike of pain had ripped through me. I think I had been shot, but my mind wasn't really working with me. Had I been shot? I moved my head to the side. Steve had his hands stuck in the air and was breathing hard and he looked scared. He looked terrified.

  Soda was standing frozen. The look on his face was incredulous and... there was a reckless glint in his eyes. Darry kneeling on the ground with a crushed expression on his face. Two was walking over to me, but I couldn't take it in. All I felt was my body going limp and my eyes rolling shut. Was this what Johnny felt like before he died?

~~~

  There was a consistent beeping going through the room. I tried to open my eyes, but it was like they were bolted shut. I stopped trying and dozed off again. Better luck next time.

  The consistent beeping was beginning to upset me. What the hell was Soda doing? I tried again to open my eyes and this time it worked. They were blurred for a second, glued shut with sleep. I blinked it away and began to take in my surroundings. It was a hospital bed and I was hooked up to a monitor. Oh god.

  I raised my head up slowly and looked down at my torso. I had on no shirt, but I had bandages wrapped around me. IVs and needles were in my arms. I felt weird, scared, and claustrophobic. I looked around, trying to ignore the stinging sight of plain white walls. One person was beside my bed in a chair. For a second I thought it was Soda, but the hair was too blond. It was almost white.

  "D- Dallas?" I croaked out. How long had I been asleep? My mouth felt like cotton and my voice showed it. Dallas slowly opened his eyes and leaned up. He sighed and I noticed out tired he looked. Bags were clearly under his eyes and he had a frown on his face.

  "Pony, why'd you do it?" Dallas asked. I thought for a second. What was he- oh. I knocked him down the hill in hopes of him not getting killed by cops.

  "I know you know how much Johnny cared for you. I know how much you cared for him. We didn't need you dead too. I couldn't let it happen." I said, my words unwavering. Dallas leaned back in his chair. He squeezed his eyes shut and I felt a paging guilt in my chest.

  "Yeah, I knew he cared for me. I just hope he knew it went both ways." Dallas sat forward and winced. Maybe I hadn't helped with all the bullets. Looks like he got shot a time or two. Johnny and I in the church flashed in my head.

  "I think he did. You know, he called you gallant? I read him a book and he compared you to the soldiers." I let a small smile tug at my mouth. I realized how right he was about Dallas being gallant. He was, really.

  "Yeah, that sound like Johnny, man." Dallas sighed squeezed his eyes shut again. They were bloodshot when he opened them again, but he got over it. He patted my hand and I gave him a small smile. "Thanks, you fucking idiot."

  "You're welcome. I guess I don't use my head too often." Dallas gave a dry laugh and leaned back against his chair. My eyes were getting heavy and I was getting sleepy. It was probably the medicine I was given. I didn't want to go to sleep in case Darry and Soda showed up. They'd want to talk to me.

  "Get some sleep, kid. Your brothers can wait." Dallas said and patted my arm. "I won't let them worry."

  "Thanks, Dal." I said and let my eyes close. I don't regret saving him and getting wounded in the process. I know it's what Johnny would have wanted, and that makes it okay.

[jbfa-lisa]

He’s Not Worth It - by lisavslisa

{Chapter One - Puppy Love}

Fall 2010

Maggie Covington never thought herself to be sexy – not in the conventional way at least. She couldn’t really compare to the kind of girls that a guy like Joe Jonas brought home. She always felt like she was more on the average side looks-wise; nerdy even. She sported glasses and a ponytail half the time and she could usually be found in the library studying rather than in a night club. She mostly kept to herself, but loved deeply. She enjoyed taking care of everyone and everything around her – whether it be people or animals.

In fact, it was how she first met her newest neighbor in the fall of 2010. His dog, Winston – who she aptly nicknamed Winny, much to his owner’s dismay – got out of his house and began running amok in the courtyard. Maggie was the one to seize the pooch. Winny ran straight to her when she called and began sliming up her face with kisses.

“You are a lover, aren’t you? Funny, puppy. Where is your human, huh? Where are they?” Maggie spoke to the little black and white spotted bulldog like she would a baby or young child.

When she looked up, it was as if an angel was hovering above her. Well, maybe not so much an angel, rather an extremely attractive raven-haired man with a huge smirk on his face.  Maggie had never seen such a perfect specimen in her entire life – the smile, the body, the charm. His eyes were covered with white wayfarer sunglasses, and his perfectly aligned teeth matched the color of the shades to a T. Maggie was struck speechless as the man bent down placing a leash on the dog’s collar.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at her. Maggie stood up slowly, keeping her eyes on the dog’s owner.

“You’re welcome,” she said quickly, realizing he’d spoken and that maybe she should reply.

“I think he likes you,” the angelic man quipped.

“I think you’re right. What’s his name?” She said as she looked down at the dog and then back up at his human. He smiled jovial at her, causing her to smile as well.

“Winston,” he answered.

“You’re a good boy aren’t you, Winny?” Maggie asked the dog, bending down momentarily to pet his head again.

“Winny?” The man chuckled.

“I like to give everyone a nickname, regardless of species,” she explained, smirking bashfully.

“Ah, well, I’m Joe,” he said, holding out his hand to shake hers.

Joe, huh? She placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his tanned skin against her own. And in that moment, it dawned on her. She knew who he was. She knew of him at least. He moved in that summer and word around the complex was that he was some famous guy. She heard through the grapevine that he was Joe Jonas from the band the Jonas Brothers. Maggie knew of them a few years back, but never really got into them. She remembered hearing a song or two of theirs on the radio, but nothing more. She remembered not being too impressed when hearing that a Jonas Brother moved into the complex, but now – wow. She should have paid more attention, because he was a fox.

“What’s your name?” He asked, giving her a sideways smirk as they continued to shake hands, and she realized she went into a brief daze thinking about him. 

“Oh, uh, Maggie. Maggie Covington,” she told him and quickly took her hand back.

“Maggie. I like that,” he said with a smile as he slid his sunglasses up to the top of his head.

She was blushing and she knew it. It was not every day she was met with a pair of eyes she could easily spend the rest of her life staring into. Even though she was sure he was the owner of a beautiful pair of brown eyes, in the sunlight his eyes almost looked multi-colored. The way the light hit them it look as though they had bursts of green and orange in them as well.

“Do you live here?” Joe asked. Maggie almost didn’t hear him because she was too busy staring at his eyes.

“Hmm… oh yeah,” she stammered, smiling bashfully again.

“Same here,” he said, returning a smile.

“Yeah… uh, I think we’re next door neighbors,” she pointed out, almost wishing that she kept that stalker-ish piece of information out of the conversation.

“No way,” he chuckled.

It wasn’t a big shocker to her that he didn’t see her around since he moved in. She really didn’t get out much. Unless it was to go to work, school, or the library – and really the library didn’t even count because for one, she worked there and for two, the only other reason she was there was to study for school.

“Yep,” she said awkwardly, swaying back and forth on the balls of her heels.

“Well, Maggie. It was really nice to meet you, but Winston and I have an appointment to get to,” he said, smiling widely at her.

“Oh. Yeah. Don’t let me stop you,” she said waving her hand through the air. Maggie quickly bent down to say goodbye to the dog, rubbing his ears playfully in her hands.

“I’ll see you around, Winny,” she told the canine. Winston jumped up and licked her face one last time.

“Aww, thanks boy,” Maggie giggled as she wiped the slobber away.

“Told you he likes you,” Joe said, smiling at her as she stood once again.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said truthfully, giving Joe a smirk.

“See you later, Maggie,” Joe said finally and she could have sworn she saw him wink at her before he turned to walk away.

Oh goodness. She already knew she was smitten with him and his dog with just one meeting. Never mind the fact that she knew she didn’t have a single chance with him – probably not even in her dreams either. He was a famous boy bander after all.

But little did she know, the day she met Joe Jonas would change her life forever. She soon realized it changed her life in regards to having one more thing to worry about. And her crush on Joe most definitely kept her occupied – whether it meant she had to study harder to keep her concentration on the material in front of her rather than the perfect chiseled body Joe so proudly worked out every day; or having to worry about Winny when Joe was off jet-setting across the country. Maggie officially became Joe’s dog sitter that Christmas when he flew back to Dallas to visit family.

She was certain she would have done anything Joe asked of her, because they were friends and because she was falling head over heels for him though he didn’t know it.

Unrequited love. Ain’t it a bitch?

Whelp... I think we may have seen the last of Jonas Brother Fanfiction Archives, unfortunately. It makes me incredibly sad because that website was my life for YEARS! Anyway, I’ve had a few requests to post my stories from JBFA somewhere (anywhere), so I decided on tumblr. I started to re-write this story almost two years ago now, so it might be a little different than you remember it. The story is still the same though. Enjoy! Please “heart/love” the story or comment or BOTH! I’d really appreciate it! If you’re reading this story for the first time, WELCOME!

[an-outsiders-sunset]

Dallas Winston Requested Imagine

Dally’s POV

“Hey baby”, I shouted as the two light skinned girls walked by. I followed them until they got irritated and turned around to yell at me. “Wanna cancer stick?”, I asked with a smirk. One of them started to speak.

“No thanks. But do you wanna know what I really want?” “Sure baby, but I already know you want me.” “No. I want you drag your ass over to where you came from and stop followin us.” “Wow…someone’s not in a good mood today.”

The two girls walked off angrily. Oh well I’ll find another girl to bother.

Right then, I saw a girl with beautiful dark skin and long black hair. She was sitting under a tree reading a book. I walked toward her and she looked up from the book that she was heavily engrossed in. Her eyes. Oh my God! They were the most stunning brown eyes I’d ever seen. They were dark, yet so bright.

“Can I help you?” Y/n said innocently. “Uh…I don’t think so..” “Well, when you figure out what you need from me, I’ll be happy to help.” “S-sure…”

What was I doing? Why couldn’t I focus man? Why did this girl, a complete stranger may I add, have this kind of effect on me. On Dallas Winston!

“So you gonna tell me what you need?” Y/n asked curiously. “Uh..your eyes…there real nice.” Why did I just say that? “Oh, thank you!”

“Hey, Y/n let’s go!” Another girl, who I was assuming was her friend, called out for her. “Well I gotta go, it was nice talkin to ya.” “Wait up doll.” “Doll?” “Ya..well I mean you’re cute an all that so..”

“Y/n hurry up!” “Uh..look I gotta go. Sorry, bye!” “Hold up!” I grabbed her by the arm. “Do you want to meet up sometime?” She smiled at me. “Sure.Tomorrow ok?” “Ya..sounds good.”

Y/n got into the car and her friend drove away.

The next day I was gettin ready and putting on my best shirt for Y/n.

I met with her at the bus stop. “Hey Y/n! You look nice!” I said grinning from ear to ear. “Oh thanks Dall, you don’t look too bad yourself.” She said with the cutest smile.

I held her hand and pulled her near me. “We should probably get goin.”

I took her to a fancy restaurant and we went walkin. Some people gave us disgusting looks but I didn’t care, I was enjoying myself and it looked like Y/n was too.

“We should do this again sometime.” She said. “Ya I had fun today.” “Me too. I guess I’ll see you around!” She gave me a little kiss on my cheek and walked into her house.

We soon started going out with each other. What would the guys think if they knew I was going out with a black girl? No. I don’t care about that. I love her and that’s what matters.

I took her to the movies and a few Socs sat behind us. I heard them make comments but ignored it and I told Y/n to do the same.

“Hey!” One of them called out. “Why are you with a girl like her? She’s black, and your white! A bastard like you can do way better!” “Shut up dumbass!” I was still seated but I was angry. “What’s wrong? The truth hurts doesn’t it?”

I got up out of my seat and I was hoping i wouldn’t make a scene in front of Y/n but I guess I had no choice. I could tell she was hurt.

“You wanna shut your mouth before I shut it myself?” “Ooh so scary!” The Socs behind him started laughing. “We all know a jerk like you just uses girls to throw them away in the end. Don’t ya?” One of them said. Now she was starting to cry. And she ran off. “Baby! I swear I wasn’t using you! There lyin! I love you Y/n!” I ran after her and I finally found her sitting under the tree where we first met.

She was crying. I always knew she was self conscious about her skin and she was always nervous around other people and what they would think if they saw us together.

“Y/n look, I was never using you.” “I know Dally. It’s just…I was scared about what others might think and-”

I wrapped my arms around her and reassured her.

“Baby, you don’t need to worry about others. It’s just you and me. I love you, and only you! Don’t ever forget that.” I said while placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Thanks Dall, I won’t. And…I love you too.”

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Movie and Dinner with Dallas Winston

"Soda, it's almost 7 and he's not even here." I said sitting down on the couch next to my best friend, Sodapop.

He came over to keep me company because my ever absent parents decided to ditch me and move away.

"Hope, he's not going to stand you up. If you know him at all you know that you're the only person that he truly cares about." Soda completed rubbing my back.

"And besides, your guys date isn't set till 7, right?" Soda questioned.

"Well, yeah, but he's normally a few minutes early. He asked me to leave his place and get ready at mine even though all my stuff is at his and he sent me here and he knows I hate being alone....."

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. I know what going on, I can't tell you cause it's a surprise. I can guarantee that he isn't going to kick you out. Trust me, I know." Soda said interrupting my rant.

I really let what Soda just said sink in. A surprise? I wonder what it is, Dally isn't the type for surprising me. I never figured out why, but he is normally really straight forward.

I was shook out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring. I stood up and rushed to the door, trying not to trip over my bare feet.

"Oh my God you're here!" I said after I opened the door.

I hooked my arms around his neck a gave him a hug, holding on for dear life.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Dallas asked lifting my chin.

"Oh no it's nothing really. Don't worry about it." I said realizing how much I had over reacting.

"Okay well, you look beautiful." Dallas said leaning down and kissing me.

Wow, I must look really good. Dallas never said I look beautiful or anything like that. I knew he loved me, but I also knew he was sure I knew that I was pretty. You gotta be good lookin' to be with Dallas Winston.

"Hey, you ready?" Dally asked snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh yeah sorry. I'm ready." I said slipping on my shoes.

Dallas grabbed my hand and escorted me out of my house. He opened the passenger door of his car silently, then walked hurriedly to the driver's side and got in.

We started driving to an unknown location because the whole date was a surprise.

"Hope, will you please tell me what was with your reaction when I got to your house." Dallas asked as he flicked a cigerette but out of the window.

"Really, it's nothing." I lied

He looked at me disbelieving.

"Babe, I know your lieing. Just tell me, I can sense it's bothering you." He said as he grabbed my thigh with his free hand.

I sighed and thought about what I was going to say.

"Well, I was done getting ready around 6:45 and you weren't there yet and I was getting really nervous that you were going to stand me up. Then I really read into you asking me if I could go to my house to get ready, even though you know that I hate it there. I don't know,  I convinced myself that you weren't gonna show and that you were gonna break up with me." I finished almost in tears.

Dally looked at me with one of the softest faces he had ever had. Even softer than the looks he gave Johnny.

"Baby, why would you think that. I love you more than anyone in my life. And about making you go to your place to get ready, I'm real sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to go across like that. I did it cause well.. I can't tell you. It's a surprise." Dallas completed and looked at me with a 'don't be mad at me look'.

"See this is why I didn't want to tell you. Cause I'm such a big baby." I said turning my head away from him.

"Soda told me you had a surprise too. He just didn't say what. Will you just tell me?" I asked hopeful.

"Look, I can't tell ya. It would ruin it."

"Fine." I said blantly now turning my whole body away from him and removed his hand from my leg.

I can't believe him sometimes. He knew I was mad, but he said nothing. We may have a lot of differences but we have one thing in common. We are lethal weapons when we are angry.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at this really cute Italian diner.

"I know you're mad at me for not telling you what's up my sleeve. Just trust me you will find out at dinner. Are we okay?" Dallas asked looking really hurt in his eyes.

"Yeah, we're okay." I said giving him a weak smile.

***TIme Lapse to Dinner***

"I can't believe you planned out what we're getting and even made reservations."  I said smiling.

"I know, I can't believe myself either. I can't take all the credit. I had Darry help me." Dallas said laughing.

"Well you guys planned really well. This is amazing." I said as Dallas reached across the small table covered with a white tablecloth to hold my hand.

We sat and continued casual conversation until our food came.

The food was amazing. Simple, homemade, but still amazing.

As we were nearing the end of our food, Dallas started to get an uneasy look on his face. Like he was nervous or something, but Dally don't get nervous.

"Hey, Dal, you okay?" I asked pushing my plate aside.

"Um, yeah man, I cool." He said obviously lying.

"Um, okay, if you say so." I said rolling my eyes.

Next thing I knew, our waiter had picked up our plates and said that dessert would be out shortly.

When he said those words, Dallas looked like he was about to barf.

"Hey, you look sick. You good?" I asked.

"I'm fine, I swear." He said, not even trying to make an attempt at a good lie.

A few minutes later our dessert came out. As no surprise it was chocolate cake.

Although, just on my piece of cake there was a small white envelope sticking to the frosting.

"Open it, it's the surprise." Dallas said blankly.

I opened the envelope, and inside was a small note with Dallas' messy handwriting. It read:

Dear hope,

   You know me better than anyone else does. So you know how I am with expressing myself. But around you, that all just seems to fade away. I let down all my walls that I have built up over the years to protect myself. You're my bestfriend, my girl, one of the gang, you're loved by everyone. I don't like people much and people don't like me. But you are my favorite person and you like me. In general, I'm shit without you. Will you marry me? Cause I'm shit without you.

- Dallas xx

I guess while I was reading the note, Dallas got down on one knee and opened a small black box.

"Will you marry me?" Dallas asked looking pale.

"Awe you big softie, of course." I said laughing as he handed me the ring.

After I said yes, I had never seen Dallas look so excited.

"I won't disappoint you, I swear." Dallas said leaning into kiss me.

"I believe you." I said laughing.

"I assume you don't want me to tell the gang how nervous you looked." I said trying not to laugh to much.

"You know me so well." Dallas said laughing as he grabbed my hand and started walking to the cash register to pay.

It took four times longer to check out than it should have because the lady was trying flirting with Dallas. I could tell that he was getting annoyed.

Luckily he waited till the bill was paid before he blew up.

"Will you get outta here, you make my stomach sick." Dallas screamed slamming his fist on the counter and storming out.

I turned and gave the lady a dirty smirk and walked out.

"I'm sorry." Dallas said biting the inside of his cheek.

"Don't worry about it. I was about to punch her anyway." I said laughing.

We both stood in the parking lot for awhile before we got in the car.

"So we can go to that movie or there's another option..." He said as he got in the car.

"Im interested... whats the other option?" I asked well knowing what it was.

"Well... we could go back to my place and celebrate... if ya know what I mean." Dallas said sliding his hand up my thigh.

"You know.. I'm digging the alternative..." I said smirking.

"Alrighty then..." Dallas said as he pulled out of the parking lot and tore out as reckless as ever.

I can't believe it, the guy I never thought would love anyone loves me, how could I get so lucky