Edit: I’ve been proven wrong, but the post still stands
(Link to where I got lowk clocked by someone who knows what they’re talking about🥀)
So we all know that Dallas is a horse jockey for buck right? Well here is the description of one:
“A jockey is someone who rides horses in horse racing or steeplechase racing, primarily as a profession….. They must be light, typically around a weight of 100–120 lb. (45–55 kg), and physically fit. They are typically self-employed, and are paid a small fee from the horse trainer, whose colors they wear while competing in a race…”
(from Wikipedia)
Which MEANS that
A. Dallas is skinny asl!!! Or at least a little scrawny.
B. HE MOST LIKELY HAD TO WEAR A STUPID ASS UNIFORM WITH COLORS BUCK MADE HIM WEAR
Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he would look a little like this:
No bc I reblogged this post earlier about dally being sick and how he would act but I can’t find it on my blog 💔
But here’s a lil fic on how I think it would go:
Dallas’s Sick Day
Warning: talk of being sick, talk of throwing up (not detailed), slightly suggestive comments, and cursing
Dallas feels sick but he doesn’t tell anybody, he usually never does. But leave it to Johnny to tell when someone doesn’t look/feel good. “Hey man, you don’t look so good”. And truth be told, Dallas didn’t feel too good either, he felt hungover, but he knew he didn’t drink last night. No matter what was wrong or what was happening, he still felt awful. “No man, I’m fine”. He felt dizzy and hot, even despite ditching his jacket, which he rarely does. Johnny knows that Dallas is too stubborn to do anything about being sick himself and he’s not gonna let Johnny make him do anything about it. So as a last resort, Johnny takes him to the mother of the gang, someone he knew would take care of Dally, Darry.
Johnny walked into the doorway of the Curtis house, Dallas stumbling behind him. Man, he did not feel good. “Hey, Dally’s being stubborn, can you help me out?” Johnny asked quietly, afraid Dallas will leave if he hears why they’re really there. Darry sighs, “alright, I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t guarantee anything”. They both turn and watch as Dallas stumbles over to their couch to watch cartoons on the tv.
Darry softly walks over to Dallas. “Hey buddy, you don’t look so hot” Dallas looked up at him, “yeah, you’re not the first to tell me that” he glares at Johnny, but only for a second as he returns back to the tv. Darry walks away into the bathroom for a few minutes. After some beating and banging around in the medicine cabinet, Darry emerges from the bathroom with some liquid cold medicine.
“Hey Dal, I want you to drink this, okay buddy?” He holds out the medicine cup towards Dallas. “Man, I don’t need no damn medicine!” Dallas says in a whiny tone. He then sees Johnny look at him with a pleading look, which made him feel bad. “Fine,” he says with a groan, “Cheers!” He holds up the medicine cup and drinks it, slamming it down on the coffee table after he swallowed it. He made a face after swallowing the awful medicine.
Dallas then started coughing and gagging, a result of the medicine. “Goddammit!” he chokes. “This stuff is awful!” “Well, it might be awful, but it’ll make you feel better” Darry said. “Whatever you say” returned Dally.
Darry returned to making his coffee after Dallas settled down, thinking, it is way too early for this. A few minutes later, he sees Dallas jump up and book it to the window of the living room and open it like a madman. Dally hung his head out the window as Darry ran over to see what was going on. “Now Dallas just what in the hell are you-” he hears coughing and gagging coming from Dallas. Johnny was already over by Dallas, patting his back and looking pale himself. “I think he threw up” Johnny said in a low voice, looking at Darry. Darry could tell Johnny was heading in Dally’s direction too. “Ok Johnny, you can go and sit down now.” Darry said in a gentle voice. Johnny did as told and went to go sit back on the floor.
As Dallas finished, he fell on his knees and he turned around. He curled himself up with his legs to his chest. He looked like he was gonna cry and his face was red but pale at the same time. “You poor thing” Darry said. This is possibly the worst he’s ever seen Dallas, and that’s saying something. “Come on,” Darry said, motioning for Dally to get up. Dally slowly got up, his world still slightly spinning around him.
As Dally wrapped his arm around Darry’s shoulders for support, he was guided to Soda’s room. After all, Soda didn’t sleep in there anymore since he started sleeping with Ponyboy, so Darry wasn’t too worried about it. It was more like a guest room anyway, but nobody knew that. If they did, there’s no telling what would be happening in the room. On second thought, Darry had a pretty good idea on what would happen.
As Darry guided Dallas to the bed, he pointed for him to sit down. Dallas weakly sat down on sodas bed, using his hands to prop himself up. “Now, take off that shirt, will ya?” Darry asked. Dallas’s shirt had some of his sick on it, not a lot, but still enough. Dallas reluctantly took off his shirt, he had felt freezing cold these last few minutes, wishing he hadn’t ditched his jacket before. Dallas threw his shirt on the ground as Darry asked, “do you want one of Sodas old shirts?” Dallas shook his head. No matter how cold he was, clothing made him uncomfortable when he slept. The only article of clothing he’d ever wear to bed is his underwear.
Dallas kicked off his shoes and started to lay back on the bed. “Now, I’m gonna go put this shirt in the wash, when I come back in here I better see you resting. I’ll put a trash can on your side of the bed just in case, understood?” Dallas nodded his head, and as soon as Darry left the room, Dallas started taking his jeans off and he threw them in the floor. He curled himself up under the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep. The next time Darry walked into the room, Dallas was fast asleep, Darry decided to wash Dally’s jeans too, since realistically they haven’t been washed in god knows how long.
When Dallas woke up, he saw his shirt and jeans neatly folded on the nightstand with a note on top saying:
“Had to go to work, if you need somebody,Johnny and probably Two are in the house. When you wake up it’ll probably be time for your second dose of medicine, so I set it beside your clothes.
Get better soon,
Darry”
Dallas smirked as he saw the medicine cup laying beside his clothes. He contemplated for a minute, Darry’s words in the back of his mind, “Well, it might be awful, but it’ll make you feel better”. “damn, this better be worth it” Dallas said. And with that, Dally threw back his head swallowed the medicine. It was still as awful as he remembered it. He still didn’t feel good, but he was hungry.
He walked into the kitchen and low and behold, Two-bit and Johnny were there, watching tv. Dally walked into the kitchen, looking for a snack. He seen ramen noodles and thought, perfect. He was looking for a bowl and heard a cat-call-like whistle behind him. Uh oh. “Look at that fine piece of ass!” Two-bit whooped. Dallas had forgotten he was only wearing boxers. “Oh, shut up, Two” Dallas slightly reddened with embarrassment. For everything he talked, Dallas was actually a little shy when it came to his body. Dally was glad his underwear was black, which is quite forgiving, or else Two-bit would probably be hooping and hollering about some of Dallas’s other body parts.
As his ramen was heating up, Dallas went on the hunt for some pajama pants in Sodas room because he wanted to watch tv while he ate his ramen, and he’ll be damned if Two-bit harassing him was gonna get in the way of that. Luckily, he found a pair. Soda and Dallas were about the same size anyway, so Dally just slid the pants on with no issues. He seemingly got done just in time for his ramen. Dallas fixed his ramen and went to go sit down with Two and Johnny. “Dang Dal, you must not have felt so good” Johnny said. Dally raised a brow. “Why?” “Well, it’s three o’ clock in the afternoon and you’ve been asleep since eight this morning.” “What?” Dally said in shock. He didn’t bother to look at the alarm clock in Soda’s room when he got up.
It was awful quiet in the Curtis house considering Ponyboy was gone (probably getting into trouble with curly) and Steve, Soda, and Darry were at work. Two-bit broke the silence. “Hey guys, don’t I sound like Woody the Woodpecker?” Before they could process what he said, Two-bit tried to impersonate Woody the Woodpecker’s laugh. “Sure, Two” Johnny said with uncertainty. Dally just laughed. That medicine made him a little tired, even though he had just gotten up. Dallas decided to embrace the fact that he was sick and he was supposed to be getting rest. In his defense, he still felt kinda lousy, so he went and laid back down and peacefully fell back asleep (not without taking off Soda’s pj pants, of course)…
If you read to the end, thank you! When I first started writing this out a little bit ago I didn’t expect it to be a whole fic lol. Sorry if anything is off, English is my first language. I was actually about to make an ao3 to publish this, but I had to wait for an invitation and I didn’t wanna do allat. Writing this was acc pretty fun!
