I'm also doing stories about The Outsiders characters, headcanons, and maybe just little skits to up your day 🤭. I'm currently not doing any y/n stories because I'm just starting to do this writing thing, but I probably will eventually.
The Outsiders
Ponyboy. Two-bit. Darry. Sodapop. Johnny
Steve. Dallas. Marcia. Cherry.
I will be doing stories about Rumble Fish and the Sandlot too!
Sandlot:
Benny (The Jet) Rodriguez
Rumble Fish:
Rusty James
Request are always open for you! No nsfw or smut content please, just fluff and angst will do!
Heyyy!!! I love ur fic “worth staying for” and I was hoping if u could make like a part 2 to it where Dallas goes back and visits the kid and just like hangs out with him cause like the kid wanted to be his friend <3
It's been a couple weeks recovering from Johnny's death. The gang hadn't really been normal since then. Everything was too quiet, too empty. Well, at least for Dally it was. That was his little brother that died in that cot. The little brother he was gonna join up there in eternity.
That was all stopped when he met little Davie, who was in that same hospital still, fighting for his life. The kid saved Dally's life..and it seems Dally has gained a new little brother.
One day, Dallas was sitting at Buck's porch, smoking his cigarette while his mind was racing with the events that happened that night. But all his thoughts led back to little Davie, so Dallas took Buck's Thunderbird and drove all the way down to the hospital. He was thinking about this kid too much. Maybe it was because it was the closest he could get to seeing Johnny. Maybe that kid had some of Johnny's soul, considering how pure it was. If it was that much to where it stopped Dally from ending himself, it was worth staying for.
Dallas parked the car and went inside the hospital, trying to avoid the receptionist desk so he can't sign papers to visit or whatever since he technically isn't in Davie's family. But screw it. This kid saved him.
Dallas went down that same hall. The same hall when he was holding the scalpel in his hand and was ready to end his life. The same hallway where his mind was clouded with death, hurt, and anger. But this time, his mind was just still. He didn't know what to think, he just had to see this kid again. And he didn't know why.
Davie was still in the cot, more hair fallen out over time, the tubes still attached to him. His little arms were around a bear as he looked out the window, probably wishing he could go outside and live life with the other kids. Dallas was standing at the door post, quietly observing.
"Hey, kid" Dally says. Davie whipped his head around at the sudden deep voice and he smiled, the little gaps between his teeth showing. "It's you!" Davie said excitedly, a hint of weakness in his tone, and he looks at Dally with the same innocence that he had the other night. Dallas's lips twitch into a small smile as he moves towards Davie, grabbing a nearby chair and puts it closer to the cot, sitting in it with a soft sigh.
"How've you been, kid?"
"I've been okay. Look.." Davie showed Dally the bear he was holding, letting him examine it "my Ma got it for me because I said I was scared being in here alone." Dallas examined the stuffed bear, feeling the soft fabric and sleek red silk from the bowtie. He never had any stuffed animals when he was little. "That's nice.." he finally said "It got a name?" Davie shook his head "no. I hadn't found one yet. Can you help me?" Dallas looks at the bear more, seeing the dark brown fur and darker eyes. It looked like Johnny. A little too much that it hurt. Dally just gave the bear back. "I'm not sure, kiddo. I ain't so good with names, y'know." Davie only nods "yeah me neither. Um.. how come you came today?" Dallas shrugs, not wanting to talk about the real reason "you said we were friends right? Can't a guy see his buddy?"
Davie smiles again, happy that Dallas was actually his friend "yeah. You look cool. I was watching the television and a guy came on. He looked just like you with brown hair. And he had sunglasses on too. I thought it was you." Dallas smirks, he was probably talking about James Dean, he was kinda honored to be recognized like that. Well, from a kid at least. "Oh I know who your talking about, kiddo. And I get that a lot, see?" He took out his sunglasses from his jacket puts them on. Davie smiles widely "yeah! You look like that guy! I bet your famous. Are you famous?" Dallas chuckles softly and took the glasses off "sure I'm famous. But not in a way you think, kid. My fame is the type of fame you wouldn't wanna get into."
Davie looked at him, a hint of confusion, but Dallas just shrugs it off and looks at the glasses "but you know what? I'll bet you'd look more better in these glasses than me, that's for sure." He gently puts the glasses on Davie. Dal' had never been this gentle before, especially towards a kid. The glasses were so big on his little face and Dallas smirks as the kid giggles and looks around the room "wow...these are cool! It's so dark.." Dal' just looks at him for a bit. He didn't even notice the small smile playing on his lips. His eyes got a little misty seeing the sick child and he quickly looks away. Davie looks at him, taking the glasses off and yawning.
Dallas looks up and shook his head "keep 'em. They suit you" he says with that little smile. The kid beams at that and puts them back on "wow thanks Mr Dallas!" Dally chuckles at that and sat up. This somehow made his day so much better. There didn't need to be much talking, he just needed to see him. He needed to see an innocent soul in this cruel life. Maybe that innocence could rub off of him. Maybe he wanted to be better for once. He put the chair back to its place and went back to look at Davie, gently caressing the five year old's head before leaving. Davie smiles slightly at that. Dallas nods and went towards the door, then looks back one more time.
"Hey Davie..."
"Yeah?"
"Name it Johnny."
Davie looks down at the bear and grins, nodding "Johnny?..I like that name for him." Dallas nods "yeah...me too. I'll see ya later kiddo." Davie waved goodbye and went back hugging the bear, still in Dally's glasses. As Dallas went down the hall, he looks ahead in the next hallway. That was Johnny's room. He quietly went there, stopping at the door post and looking at the empty bed. He couldn't shake the feeling of hope that Johnny was still there...maybe resting up or something.
Dallas just shook his head, trying to fight tears. And then he leaves. He took one more look down at Davie's hall and felt like he had some sort of purpose. He straightened up, and left the building knowing that he has people to take care of. People like Ponyboy and Davie. Because they're worth staying for.
Buck having to clean out what Dallas left in what had become "his" room. Buck picking up clothes off the floor, old cigarette cartons, a drawing he stole from Pony. Buck feeling a growing hole in chest, realizing that Dallas won't ever walk through the door again, won't ever ask to borrow his car. Maybe he decides to put the drawing up on the wall of the room, as if to dedicate to Dallas's memory
Note: a story of Dally when Johnny dies but ending in a different way. Hope u like it. it's pretty long :^) but isy worth the read. Enjoy!
This couldn't be happening... Dallas couldn't bare believing it. Johnny was his brother..his family - his reason to live. Now he was gone, laying still on that hospital bed while Pony sobs his own tears. He had to go.
Walking out of that hospital room was like walking out of a nightmare, only this one was haunting him more by the second. His dark eyes were clouded with pain and something much more darker. A couple of hospital staff tried to address him, but the sharp ringing in his ears made him not listen. Then Dallas noticed a scalpel on a nearby tray.
The cold metal felt good in his fist as he moved to a part of the building where no one was around. All that went through his mind was Johnny being dead. Gone. No longer full of that life that Dallas himself lived off of.
When he went into a dark room at the far side of the hospital, he leaned against the wall and raised the scalpel to his neck, Breathing heavily. The stinging tears in his eyes made everything blurry, not letting him see the sharp object in front of him.
"Are you okay?" A small, weak voice came from the bed in front of Dallas. He stopped, seeing a small child with tubes attached to him and a small amount of hair on his head. He didn't even notice the kid was there in the first place.
His throat tightened. He should be asking himself that question. He dropped the scalpel, letting it clatter to the floor, his voice hoarse "no...no I'm not okay. And I never will be, kid."
The little boy looks down "yeah..me too. I have cancer. My doctor said it won't be too long 'til I stop living. Do you get to live longer?" The boy's words hit Dallas like a physical blow. Cancer. Dying. Living. Dallas stares at the child. Dark eyes meeting innocent - something Dallas hasn't seen in anyone else but Johnny. That kid has more of a reason to end things than him.
"How...how old are you, kid?" Dally said, not knowing what he was about to do for a second. The young boy replied "I'm five." Five? Only five years of living. The boy was dying without wanting to. Dallas felt a twisted sense of shame. He didn't care for kids. He hated kids. Why did he feel so terrible about himself? "Five.." Dallas finally said "and fighting harder than I ever did." He looks at the IV next to the boy, seeing he's only living off of medicine. "I wish I was like you" The boy said.
Like him? A hood? A low life delenquent that people spit on? Dallas shook his head "you don't wanna be like me kid. Look at me." The little kid looks at his tall dark figure, blood stains and a black eye from the rumble. The boy finally said "your living though..." He said in his weak little voice." Dallas look up again. He was living...just without Johnny. But Ponyboy, the whole gang, they all needed him. Dallas shook his head, tear fighting to fall again. He looks at the scalpel on the floor - something that would have been stuck inside his throat. Especially in front of that child. That child who was stronger than him in so many ways.
"What's your name, kid?.." Dallas asks.
"I'm Davie...what's your name mister?" He leans against the wall "Dallas..."
"Do you have any friends?" The kid asks in his sick voice. Dally just sighs heavily "sure kid...just lost a real friend though." He shook his head, realizing he was talking to a kid about this..but he didn't want to walk away. Davie just looks down again "well..I can be your friend until I go... You look cool." Dallas was a bit caught off guard from this pure soul. He was so ashamed out of nowhere, a tear streaming down his face but quickly wipes it.
"Thanks, kid" he sighs deeply, a shudder in his breath. He looks out the door then back at the boy "I'll see you around." He got off the wall and stuck out his hand. Davie smiles slightly, showing the few teeth he had, and shook Dally's hand. His hand was so tiny and weak compared to Dallas's. It was something so pure Dally hadn't felt at all...but strangely, he liked it. He steps back from the cot and deliberately kicks the scalpel away from the room. As he walks out, he looks back once more at that little boy...that little boy that had saved his life while losing his own. He turns, and kept walking.
A nurse spot him walking down the hall "Sir, are you alright?" Dallas looks stops for a second "... I think so." And that was the truth. He could go on with his life with people stepping over him like he was trash, but he was still living. Not stuck in some dim room with tubes in his skin. Him living was what Johnny would have wanted, what the whole gang would have wanted.
As he walks out the hospital, Ponyboy had been waiting by his car because he didn't know what to do or where to go. Pony's face was also bruised up, tear stained, and just flat out sad. When he saw Dallas, he got up, voice hoarse "Dal'..we should get home.." but Dallas just went up to Ponyboy and hugs him. Ponyboy was totally cought off guard, but his pain was overwhelming and he leans in the hug, tears falling silently on Dally's shoulder. Dallas lets go and they both went in the car to drive home. To his family.
You were in the Curtis kitchen, helping out with cleaning the dishes. It's been a hard day and you really needed to cry but you didn't. You couldn't. All of a sudden, you feel arms wrap around you from behind. It was Darry, you felt it. His chin rests on your head and he sways you gently. You stop doing the dishes and cry in his arms. "It's gonna be okay, darlin'.." he says in his soft, low voice. You turn and fully hug him, and he caresses your back with his big, worn hands. 𓂃 ♡
