Cordelia smiles softly at her baby brother as a pair of hands slips onto her waist. Dallas Winston pulls Cordelia Curtis back, the girl's body sliding over the armchair with ease. Cordelia lets out a surprised shriek, quickly closing her legs as her skirt rides up even more. "Hey! Hands off my sister, hood!" Soda yells at Dallas as Cordelia's face blushes at her current position. "Who you callin' a hood, hood?" Dally narrows his eyes challengingly at Soda as he tightens his grip on Cordelia. Cordelia's half on Dally's lap, her back pressed against one arm of the chair, and her feet propped up on the other. Dally's right arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he smirks at the deep blush on the girl's face. Dallas Winston is a flirt, ain't no doubt about it. [Dallas Winston x OC] Disclaimer--I have no rights to The Outsiders book or movie, only Cordeia Curtis and her plotline.

Hoodlums. Grease. White trash. These are just some nicknames given to the Greasers of Tulsa, Oklahoma in the 1960's by the Socs. One town, two sides- rich and poor, lucky and unlucky. Angela (Angie) Curtis just happens to fall on the unlucky side. While harboring a dark secret she tries her hardest to mend together her broken family. Dallas (Dally) Winston is the definition of trouble. He's been in and out of the slammer since the ripe age of ten. He's a bad influence, but he's an irresistible one. He's been trying to get with Angie since he was fourteen yet she's never given him the chance, until maybe now. "We're Greasers, not monsters." |Dallas Winston Fanfiction| |First Person POV| |The Outsiders| |Enemies to Lovers| 50k on 12-1-25 --- Drafted: 8-21-24 Published: 10-15-24 Finished: 3-16-25

Madeline Craft. 19. College freshman. Ex-greaser, or so she thought. When she gets a custody call that her two siblings were seemingly abandoned in their Tulsa home, there's no option: she has to go back. It wasn't ideal, but her little brothers, four-year-old twins Jack and Graham, they needed her more than she needed college. Besides, college would always be there if she could ever go back. But on a cold day, back at her high school job working at The Dingo, she meets someone that makes anything poor become great. All rights to SE Hinton besides my additions :)

When an incident happens back in California, three sisters and their group of friends decide to move to Oklahoma. Now a stubborn red head, timid girl, bubbly blonde, rich girl, rule breaker, jokester, and so called cold hearted girl have to try and make a living in Tulsa. "Healing isn't pretty, but the other side is beautiful" Ponyboy Curtis x Oc ALL RIGHTS OF THE OUTSIDERS BELONG TO S.E. HINTON, ONLY THING I OWN ARE THE CHARACTERS I MADE.

The story follows Baylee Curtis, the youngest of the crew. How the death of her parents and being raised by her brothers and the gang on the east side affected her everyday life. Growing up Greaser isn't easy, especially for a twelve-year-old girl who's desperate to belong yet determined to prove she can stand on her own. Every day is a balancing act. Between childhood and survival, between loyalty and danger, between keeping quiet and fighting back. With tensions rising between the Socs and the Greasers, Baylee finds herself pulled deeper into a world of violence, secrets, and choices that no kid should have to make. If she slips up, even once, the state could step in and tear her family apart for good. Can Baylee keep herself out of trouble long enough to hold her family together? Or will the streets of Tulsa swallow her whole? This is a fan fiction based on the book/movie 'The Outsiders'. I do not own any of the original main characters from either series. This is the first fan fiction that I have ever written, and let it be known I am not an English major, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical or punctuational errors. Feedback is welcome, and I am always open to new ideas 🙂

this is very cringey I'm sorry. Sydney Winston has eyes on Tulsa's heartthrob Sodapop Curtis. Even if she gets pregnant early in their relationship, will Sodapop stay by her side? With her brother being the infamous Dallas Winston, what could go wrong? Sydney navigates her love life with Sodapop Curtis, not knowing the amazing outcome. I do not own any characters besides Sydney Winston, S.E. Hinton owns the rest. Tags - #181 in dallas #5 in outsiders #5 in sodapop Started- 12-22-2021 Ended- 07-24-2022

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"Jesus Christ, Jules." Darry stands up as he takes notice of the glass sticking out of her cheek, the blood having leaked onto her white shirt as well. "Your folks again?" Sodapop Curtis questions as he gives her a sympathetic look. Jules simply nods and lets out a sigh. "Come on, I'll patch ya up." Darry sighs as he moves toward the bathroom, locating the first aid kit. Jules follows the tall man, hopping up on the bathroom sink. "Did Johnny come by?" Jules questions as Darry shifts through the first aid kit. "No, why? He get hit too?" Darry pulls out the tweezers the pull out the glass. "Thanks." Jules nods, and Darry smiles at her before placing his hands on her hips and lifting her off the sink. "You may want to change, though." Darry's hands linger on her hips for a few seconds longer as he looks over the blood on her shirt and the oil on her jeans. Jules groans and hangs her head, resting it on his chest. Darry's chest rumbles with laughter, the Cade girl looking small beneath him. "Come on, I've got a shirt you can borrow." Darry offers, and Jules picks her head up again, giving the eldest Curtis a nod. Darrel Curtis X OC

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"Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the sights you want to see." ~S.E.Hinton