You Made My Shitlist!! (Dallas Winston x Greaser!Reader)
Notes: Inspired by a long time favourite song of mine, 'Shitlist' by L7, ANYWAY!! This is from months ago!! I finished it off for more content because I had no time for reqs today (one might be done, fingers crossed)
"Sit on it and swivel, Winston" was the first thing you'd ever said to him, flipping him the bird, and he knew since then that he was utterly and absolutely, in love with you, sure it sounds crazy, a hood like Dallas loving a girl rather than his usual 'let's hook up and leave it there' approach, but he'd met his match, you
You never put up with his shit, it was just a hoot to him, meeting his match may have been the best thing to be blessed with, from then on he trailed after you frequently, like a real annoying idiot, or maybe a stray dog who'd found someone who'd tolerate them
"C'mon doll! Ya can't resist forever! One date!" He hollered at you, you just flipped him off "I'd rather swallow glass!" And he nods to Johnny and Ponyboy
"See, changed, it wasn't wishing death on me this time, means she's mad cuz she's actually considering it for herself" he explains like he's the all knowing woman whisperer, he just grins like he owns the whole world
"Are ya sure? Looks like she hates you" Ponyboy points out and Dallas tuts "You just don't get broads, kid, this means I have her attention" he taps his temple like this is smart advice
"Huh" Johnny nods a little like he's considering the idea, which to be fair he probably only did to get Dallas to stop talking about it, and Ponyboy raises his eyebrows "Sure, just don't get all pissed when she hates you" and Dallas pats his shoulder
"You worry too much, Pony" He ruffles Ponyboys hair making Ponyboy protest and pull out a comb to push it back to it's normal, greased back look that he likes to wear it in, during that you imagined to get out of the sight of the three Greasers
The next time Dallas spoke to you it was one of the only days he actually went to school, mostly to see you, you were sat behind him in one of the classes and he had been bothering you for what felt like forever
He was behind you, tugging your hair lightly every so often, he was really testing it today and hell it was working because you whipped your head around to look at him after a second of annoyance
"What the hell do I have to do to get you to leave me alone- or at least stop being such a dick!" You reach back and shove at him before you sit back down with a slight unintentional pout
"Alright, I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya what" He leans forward with a big crooked grin that makes you pause in a 'maybe I shouldn't have even asked' way, because you were starting to fully reconsider that little burst of annoyance
"I'll stop pulling your hair, I'll stop giving you little kicks when I see you in the halls- and I'll just stop botherin' ya in a bad way, only if you go on a date with me" Dallas says leaning forward with that grin
You let your eyebrows furrow and your nose scrunch in that way that makes Dallas chuckle "Why would I ever go on a date with you, Dallas" You say his name like it tastes terrible in your mouth, he absolutely thrived on it, the weirdo
"So that I'll leave you alone, duh" He said with a little grin that said 'I mean c'mon, anyone would know that!' that just makes you bite the inside of your cheek annoyed before saying a "Fine, have your date, just don't expect me to enjoy it" You relent
"Ugh, even better doll!" He grins wide before kicking the back of your chair as you turned back to the front, a small price to pay to get Dallas Winston to leave you the hell alone but not specifically one you'd enjoy in the slightest
A/n: I've been keeping this in the back of my mind for the past like month or two and I cannot hold it in anymore so here you go
Summary: Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Steve and Two-Bit are all newsboys, when one day three new guys join the force and suddenly the price is jacked up unfairly. Basically this is the plot of Newsies with the outsiders characters and some changes.
Includes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dallas as Jack Kelly, Johnny Cade as Crutchie, Two-Bit and Steve as random other newsies such as race, specs, Albert, etc, Kinda soft Dallas Winston, Timid Johnny Cade, Bob and Randy are the Delancey brothers, Dallas punches a fool
Ao3 link
Taglist: @jack-kelly-official @sodasodasodapop (Lmk if you want on it, comment or smth idk)
Dallas Winston wasn't much of a 'dreamer'. At least in the sense of sleeping. If he got any dreams they would be more like memories. Before this whole newspaper gig started. Before his Ma passed and his old man gave somewhat of a hang about him.
He tried not to think about it too much outside of that. Larping on the past doesn't do any good; which is a lesson he had to learn the hard way.
Dally was jolted awake from his empty sleep to the sound of footsteps on the rather loud rooftop. He grumbles, lifting up his head slightly.
"Where the hell you goin'? Bell ain't rung."
"I uh- I wanted to get ahead." A soft spoken boy mumbled back. "It's gettin' harder to walk…"
Johnny Cade had been Dally's friend since he got to Manhattan. Dallas tried his damnedest to protect Johnny, as he was a year or two older. He knew what these streets did to a person. Unlike Dal though, Johnny had a family to go back to. The problem was it wasn't a very warm welcome whenever he stepped through the door. Recently his old man gave it to him so bad he was barely able to walk. Dally'd been hanging around him more to make sure he'd do okay. He even stole a crutch a little while back so he could still sell papes.
"Oh, come on, you got plenty of time." Dallas scoffed, staring up at the starry night sky. "An' if anyone gives you hell or cuts, I'll knock their head in."
Johnny gave Dallas a half smile he didn't see.
"'Sides, you know how many Newsies gotta fake limpin' for sympathy? You got the whole package, kid. This whole thing-" Dallas gestured with his hand, still not looking at Johnny. "Is a fuckin' gold mine."
"Yeah, well…" Johnny stared down at the ground. "Y'know how it is. Someone gets the idea I can't do anythin' on my own, they could make me stay with my parents. Or the refuge."
Before Dallas could answer, Johnny began trying to climb down the latter of the roof, but seemingly lost his footing. He yelped and Dallas jumped up from his laying position onto his feet, running over to the landing and pulling the kid up. In the process, Johnny nearly dropped his crutch, making Dallas grab that too.
"Jesus Christ, you wanna bust your head open too?!" He practically yelled, tossing the stolen crutch back to the kid.
"No, I wanted to go down." Johnny sassed.
"Fuckin' hell, kid." Dallas sighed, his heart pounding out of his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and stared down at his friend. "You'll be down there soon enough. Just… Take a second. Try not to kill yourself in the process. Soak in the air for once! Look at the stars."
"You're crazy."
"Hey, watch it 'fore I bust ya head in. What? You think it's crazy that I like the air? The- the stars 'fore we gotta work for those assholes?"
Johnny shrugged. "You don't seem like the type."
Dallas sighed, sitting back down. He reached into his pocket for a cigar but obviously didn't find him. Annoyed, he huffed and looked up at the sky. The sun was just barely creeping up on the horizon, almost taunting that this wouldn't last forever. That work would always come.
Johnny sat down next to him, setting the crutch down as well.
"These streets sucked the hell outta me, kid." Dallas sighed. "Day in and day out of workin' and workin', then fightin' fuckers who decide to give me or any other guys a hard time for it. Gettin' stomped on by boss after boss, switchin' which town in New York I work for, till I finally settled here. Most of them tossed me to the curb."
Johnny looked at Dallas. He wasn't usually the person to open up. Then again, Johnny was special. Johnny was pretty sure he was the only person that had seen Dallas cry, but he wasn't about to go blabbing about that to anyone.
"Everyone wants to come here." Johnny said, more as a sad statement than a contradiction.
"Yeah, they ain't seen the shitty side. People who come here always got the dough to get out. We ain't got that, huh kid?"
Dallas pushed Johnny to the side a little bit.
"You ever think of what's outside'a New York. Wonder how many horse carrages I can set loose somewhere else."
Johnny huffed. "Yeah, and you ask why you got locked up."
"Yeah, well the punishment don't fit the crime." Dallas said grimly. "That place is a shithole, Johnnycakes. It-" He sighed. "It ain't a place you need to be, you hear me? Either keep outta trouble or don't get caught."
"I hear you." Johnny mumbled.
There was a lull in the conversation, and both of them soaked up each others company. Dallas thought about nothing inparcicular as he stared up at the sky. Eventually, he spoke up again.
"Wonder…" Dallas sighed. "Wonder where we could go to get away from all this shit. Not gotta deal with the fuzz or some bum leg from your old man."
"Yeah, with what money?"
"Ah, we don't need money." Dallas scoffed. "You ever see me do shit the legal way, huh?"
Johnny smirked.
"Hows about this— we steal some food and jump on the nearest car, see where it takes us. Whatdda think?"
Johnny huffed. "I think you're crazy, Dal. Outta your mind."
"The fucks that for? You can't say it don't sound nice. Not havin' to work your ass off everyday just to live. and you can kiss your folks goodbye!" He raised his voice slightly in excitement. "Never gotta see 'im again, never gotta worry about if they'll be in a good mood or not… c'mon Johnnycakes, think about it! We could make a name for ourselves somewhere else. Runnin' from the cops and never gettin' caught."
"You'd do most of the illegal stuff." Johnny shurgged.
"Hey, you'd be my lookout!" Dallas smirked. "That's the most important." Dallas ruffled up Johnny's hair.
"Where'd we go, anyway?"
"Wherever the train takes us." Dallas huffed. "Santa Fe, maybe."
"What's that?"
He shrugged. "Somewhere in New Mexico, saw it in a paintin'."
Johnny hummed.
"Whole lotta land. Betcha the street are real nice too. Buncha broads we could pick up."
"No broad would want me." Johnny mumbled, his demenor shrinking some.
"Hey," Dallas pushed him. "Don't talk that way, huh? Lotta girls would want you, you just gotta look for em'."
"They'd pity me." Johnny whispered.
"Well then find someone who won't. Hey- and the streets gotta lotta horses." Dallas redirected. "How many of 'em you think we could set loose? Whole town would go crazy." Dallas laughed a little. "Picture it, kid."
Johnny laughed a little. "You're a menace."
"I try." Dallas sighed and leaned back again. "Fuck, I want a cigar."
Johnny reached into his pockets and pulled out a few cents of change.
"Hey, no no, keep your damn cash, kid." Dallas pushed it away. "I'll steal one before we go out."
The church bell blared throughout the land, causing Johnny to jump a little. Dallas sighed and got up.
"Speakin' of which, papes ain't gonna sell themselves." He muttered snarkily. "C'mon, I'll help ya down."
Johnny slowly rose.
"Jesus, kid I ain't got all day, hurry up 'fore I change my mind."
Dallas didn't spend time where most of the other guys did. He found it kind of pointless to get attached to anyone here, so he tried his best to avoid it. And it wasn't like he was attached to Johnny— he was just taking care of him for the time being, no strings attached.
Still, he listened to what most of the boys were saying half the time and got a good idea of where they spent their time. As he passed the area they were sleeping Dallas found that most of them were still asleep.
"Fuckin' hell. Gotta do everything myself." Dallas muttered as he walked over. He gestured towards Johnny for his crutch. Johnny leaned on something and obliged, tossing it to him. "GET THE FUCK UP YOU LAZY PIECES OF SHIT, C'MON!" He yelled, banging the crutch against the wall. "I ain't your fuckin' mother, I'm only sayin' it once, papes ain't gonna sell themselves!"
Dallas rolled his eyes at the groans and complaints, giving Johnny his crutch back.
"Thought you didn't care?" Johnny asked as they started to walk away.
"Yeah, I don't." He scoffed.
"Then why'd you wake em' up?"
Dallas shrugged. "I like ruinin' their mornins'."
The two of them continued to the square when Dallas's eyes lock on a girl latched in the arms of a man. One of the newsies Dallas couldn't be fucked to learn the name of is flirting with her.
Dallas rolls his eyes and decides to shoot his shot.
"Stay here kid, I got uh- business to attend to." Dallas said as he strolled towards her.
"Say uh- how about-"
"Alright, pipe down, Romeo." Dallas inturrpted the Newsie. "Good mornin' miss…" Dallas tried to think of a last name but it was lost on him, so he just trailed off. "Say uh, would you be interested in the latest news?"
"Yeah, nice try." The woman snarked. "The paper isn't out yet."
"Well, Id be happy to deliver it personally. Y'know," Dallas continued. "I can deliver a lot more things than just newspapers…"
The redheaded girl squinted her eyes. "Yeah, I have a headline for you, cocky ragamuffin boy gets nothing for his troubles."
Dallas hummed. "My my, you got me scared. Say— how do I know you're a real ginger, huh?"
The man who was holding the woman's arm gasped and began to walk her away.
"What?" Dallas called with a cocky smirk. "I couldn't have possibly said somethin' that bad." He said sarcastically, still watching the two figures walk away.
"Yeah, and I'm the one who's bad at flirting." The unnamed newsie scoffed.
Dallas glared at him and the boy backed up a little bit, putting his hands up. Around these parts, Dallas had quite a reputation. Many boys figured if you so much as looked at him wrong, you'd get slugged across the face.
Dallas liked the rep he'd coined for himself. He was proud when boys were scared of him. In such instances as these, it made him look tough.
"C'mon, let's go to the square 'fore we're late." Dallas sighed, not willing to admit it but finding himself slightly disapointed.
"Yo, Johnny, it gonna rain!?" One of the newsies asked as they stepped into the square. For some reason the guys decided that since he was having trouble walking, it could tell the forecast now.
Dallas thought it was horseshit, and frankly kind of stupid, but Johnny went along with it. At second glance, Dallas recognized the newsie who asked. Went by the name Two-Bit and was always cracking jokes, rain or shine. That's how he got the name. He had a real one, something with a K, but he could never remember.
He told some sob story once about how he's working to provide for his sister and mother ever since his dad ditched. Dallas didn't feel too bad for him, after all he still had people who cared. Must be nice.
Johnny smirked a little and looked up to the sky. "Nah, partly cloudy, but it'll clear up."
"Jesus, this kids a gold mine!" Another newsies piped up. Steve. His dad just didn't give a hang about him, similar to Dallas. "The limp sells 50 papes all by itself!"
"Guys…" Johnny mumbled.
"Pipe down or I'll give you somethin' that'll sell more." Dallas bit.
"Hey, the more injured the better." Steve shrugged.
"Yeah, maybe Dal can sell that bruised ego from earlier this morning!" Two-Bit cackled to himself. Out of everyone he didn't seem the least afraid of Dallas striking. He honestly would have if the kid didn't grin.
"Lucky bastard." Dallas growled under his breath.
"Ay, what are you tryin' to do, pokin' the bear?" A newsie that Dally didn't know the name of called from far away.
"Thought maybe if he gets me rough enough I'll sell more!" Two-Bit cackled. He was loud, Dallas found. He supposed that was good for selling papers.
"You're lucky the kids here or you wouldn't be able to walk to sell em'." Dallas said, walking away before he did something he'd regret.
"When the hell they gonna put the headline up?!" One boy called.
Banter continued as Dallas and Johnny leaned up against one of the old carriages that had been abandoned here long before Dallas even arrived. In the corner of his eye, Dallas could see some nuns coming in with food for the boys. Dallas didn't like to take charity but he wasn't sure he was gonna get to eat until tonight, and something to tide him over didn't sound so bad.
When he looked over to his right, Johnny was gone. His heart started beating a bit until he realized he was probably just in the crowd getting food. He glanced over at it, and decided waiting with a whole group of people just wasn't worth it. He'd learned how to manage without eating anything anyways, what was one more day?"
He scoffed to himself and stared down at his shoes that hadn't been replaced in at least five years. He heard footsteps next to him, and something nudged him. He looked over and Johnny was holding halves of bread, offering one to Dallas.
"She gave me extra cause' of my leg." Johnny said smiling. "How come you didn't go?"
"I handle on my own just find without charity." Dallas spat, taking the bread anyway. "Thanks, Johnnycakes." He mumbled under his breath, so quiet that even Johnny barely heard him. He smiled slightly anyways.
Dallas and Johnny watched the sun come up on the horizon until one of the guys shouted behind them.
"Hey, they're puttin' up the headline!"
Johnny flinched at the shouting.
"Hope it's real bloody." Dallas mumbled with a sick grin, and both Johnny and Dallas turned to see what the headline would be.
"TROLLEY STRIKE ENTERS THIRD WEEK." Was what awaited them on the board, and Dallas rolled his eyes, muttering choice words under his breath. Johnny just slumped a little bit.
More of the newsies complained throughout the square, small quips and moans. If the headline was boring, nobody was gonna buy a paper.
Newsies began to flood the gates. "Alright, c'mon kid." Dallas sighed, bringing him and Johnny to the front with only a little force needed. Most people knew by now to just move aside or else you're gonna get pushed.
Somehow, Two-bit ended up right next to them.
"Step aside, move it! Move it!" Two kids Dallas knew all too well came by the gates to unlock them.
"Glory, did the sewers back up last night?" Two-Bit started, sniffing the air. "I didn't think it was possible for a human to smell that bad!"
"Hey, anything's possible in this necka the woods." Steve chimed in. "Think that unpleasant arouma's comin' from New York's own Delancy brothers."
"Ah, that's what it is!" Two-bit continued. "Well, in that case— I think the sewer might be the less potent."
"Hey, Randy!" One of the newsies in the back shouted. "Word on the street is you and Bob took money to beat up one 'a the trolley strikers?"
Randy rolled his eyes. "What's it to you? It's honest work."
"It's alright, Randy busts the heads of defenseless workers cause he knows he ain't got one of his own." Two-bit wisecracked, but there was a tinge of hatred in his tone.
"You better watch it, kid. I take care of the guy who takes care of me."
"Ain't your father one of the workers?" Dallas chimed in, cool as ever, as if this whole conversation bored him.
"Yeah well, guess he didn't take care of me, did he Winston!?" Randy hollared, and Bob took Johnny by his shirt and grabbed the crutch from under him. Johnny fell to the ground, gasping in surprise.
Everyone in the crowd stepped back quickly. Dallas barely thought as he nailed his fist into Bob's jaw. He grabbed the guys shirt and pulled him up some.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size for once, huh Delancy? Pretty sure I saw a chipmunk on the way here."
He let him go with force, pushing him back so hard he almost fell over. Two-Bit helped Johnny up and grabbed his crutch, helping him steady himself.
"Wait till' I get my hands on you…" Randy growled, inspecting his brothers face.
"Yeah, I'd really like to see you try." Dallas hummed, dissapearing into the crowd of Newsies. Randy and Bob ran into the crowd as well, starting once again a persuit to find Dallas.
As he made himself scarce, part of him wanted to bring Johnny along, but he knew the kid was too slow.
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"There, standing against a lampost with a cigarette in his mouth, hair pulled over his eyes in a sorry attempt to look tough, was Johnny Cade… Little Johnny Cade.
Dally couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried, but he could’ve right then at the thought of some pervert pulling up and Johnny getting into their car for a few dollars."
Theres more going on than meets the eye when Johnny gets caught hustling on the worst street in Tulsa.
Imagine my excitement to see a new story from this author! And for one of my favourite fandoms! I really hope they continue it because it's really compelling allready and, as with their other works, a bit different from what you'd expect.
Bruh if Johnny's sick or hurt bad and Dally finds out, the gang isn't seeing them for like a week. Dally immediately grabs him from wherever he is (even if he's already safe at the Curtis' house) and just bolts with him back to his place. The gang can not stop him. Dally won't let a soul near Johnny when he's like this and he gets all protective in his weird Dally way until Johnny is better.
