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.ᐟ.ᐟ bed chem (nonsexual) ༉‧₊˚.

by candyfsh

a/n — this is the roomie thing from the poll btw!! also how are we liking the new layout..... idkkk

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y/n and dallas both live up in the apartments in buck's bar. it isn't the best place, but it was good enough, plus, y/n knows dallas. they aren't good friends or anything. they actually tend to avoid each other, but they don't not like each other.

they both have their differences. a lot, actually. she's a girly girl, he's obviously not. she's normally a people person, while he aims to intimidate others. she goes to school, he doesn't. etc, etc. but they can't not like each other. they just avoid each other because of the amount of differences they have. they don't have anything in common.

tonight, y/n is fumbling with her shower and the knob that turns the water on. she groans, unable to figure out what the issue is. she'd ask buck for help, but he's busy bartending.

although it might be awkward, maybe she could ask dallas for help. she'd just need to wrap a towel around her, of course. so she quickly does that, and exits her bathroom. she holds her arm tight around the towel as the other arm reaches out to open her bedroom door.

"dallas?"

after a moment, she can hear a faint, "what?" come from his room. she approaches his room, but stays outside. she pauses.

"can you help me with my shower, please?" she asks politely, but it's clear she's impatient with the dumb shower.

he pauses before responding to y/n, seemingly thinking about it for a second. "i don't know how to do that, man. that's som' for a plumber or whatever."

there's a bit of a silence. dallas doesn't seem to care much, and y/n's just wondering what to do. she doesn't want to ask if she can use his shower.

"yknow what?" he speaks up through the door. she perks up a little bit, wondering if he'd offer up his shower or not. fortunately for her, he's feeling generous. "jus' use my shower, mkay?"

y/n smiles. "thank you, i'll go get my clothes."

not like he's totally immature, or not like he doesn't think she's attractive, but a small shudder runs through his body at the realization that she's probably naked in front of his door. he doesn't respond to her. he just focuses his eyes back on the tv and he brushes his hair back.

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dallas swears he heard the water running for an hour straight. he probably didn't. but once the water turned off in the bathroom, he didn't know exactly how to feel. even if y/n was in his bathroom, it felt kind of nice to have her in his room.

the bathroom door opens, so dallas perks his head up to look. a towel is wrapped around her body and she's brushing her hair out. she makes little eye contact before moving out of his room and going to her own. he furrows his brows. she's leaving and she didn't even get changed?

fortunately for both of them, she was just grabbing products she forgot in her own bathroom. she quickly returns with a small amount of skincare items and a bottle of perfume. dallas would never in a hundred years mention it, but he loves the smell of her perfume.

y/n leaves the bathroom door cracked. dallas looks back up at his tv, before deciding to make conversation.

"what's all that shit you brought in?"

he could hear a quick "hm" sound from the bathroom. he's not sure if it was directed towards him or not.

"skincare," she replies. "don't you use it?"

boys don't often use skincare products. they never really have, and they probably won't in the future. who knows, though?

with a light-hearted scoff, dallas responds to her innocent question like he's too good for that kinda stuff. "no."

"my mistake." y/n says in a quieter tone, as if she was telling a secret to whoever was in the next room. she's quiet, but not too quiet. she's not loud, either. "i thought you used it."

dallas furrows his eyebrows again and looks toward the door. he's not insulted or offended, anything like that. just kind of surprised.

"how come?" he asks.

she gives that soft, quick "hm" sound again. "your skin is pretty. i've felt it, too. it's smooth."

he doesn't know how to take this. it sounds nice, since she complimented his skin and called it pretty. but this isn't the type of compliments he's used to. almost every girl that compliments him calls him the typical lustful terms. it's new.

"...thanks."

a soft chuckle could be heard from the bathroom, then a drop of the towel. he looked away from the door as she shut it completely. they could still talk, though.

"should i make my next comment sound more normal and not with...cannibalistic undertones?" she asks with the cutest little laugh dallas has ever heard.

he can't help but let out a small, scoff-like laugh. he shook his head, as if she can currently see him.

"i didn't take it that way, 's alright." dallas chuckles breathily.

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after y/n got ready for the night, said her thanks to dallas and left his room, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head. he can't quite identify it. but it has to do with her, and that's all he knows.

and as though he summoned her, y/n knocks on his bedroom door. it's about 9:30 pm or 10:00 pm, somewhere in between. this is usually when she gets ready to sleep, so he assumes it's buck.

"come in."

he knows it's not buck anymore by the hesitant turn of the knob and the slightly slow door pushing. she smiles softly at him.

"i don't think buck likes me, dal..." that's the first time, or one of the first times she's used one of his nicknames. it sounds so sweet coming from her. "my heater isn't working for tonight."

dallas gives her a look of feigned annoyance. he scoots to the other side of his bed and pats the spot next to him. y/n seems relieved that he let her in. he doesn't do this often. maybe because she's kind of his roommate? maybe because she's so unlike him, he just can't say no? who knows?

she approaches the bed and sits down next to him, then leans back against the extra pillows.

his bed is nothing bigger than a twin bed, so hopefully, they'll both adapt. dallas is used to having a girl in his bed. maybe this just feels different because y/n is not his type. but if she's not his type, why does he get this weird feeling as he sees her in his bed? and why does he feel a skip in his heartbeat as he smells her perfume?

"yknow, my room ain't the warmest, y/n." dallas points out, his eyes on his pretty roommate. she looks up at him and smiles softly.

"i know," she glances at his tv, which is playing some old western film. she looks back up at dallas. he's right, his room isn't the warmest. but it also isn't really cold. just chilly. "but i figured body heat would be beneficial, right?"

he tilts his head to the side slightly, and a tiny, harmless smirk forms on his lips. he likes the way she thinks, even if it is a basic way of thinking. he'd never do that. if he's cold, he sucks it up.

"yeah. yer right."

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it was a regular day in the curtis house. except, ponyboy was asleep a bit later than usual. it's been happening a lot recently, and both sodapop and darry thought it was just a part of puberty. this morning, they couldn't let him sleep longer. it was almost noon.

when they entered pony's room, he was just about dead asleep. they decided to wake him up with tickles and cuddles as they usually do. it always gets him in a good mood for the day.

while sodapop was lightly digging his fingers into ponyboy's sides and darry was doing the same, ponyboy quickly woke up and sat up, giggling and kicking them off. the brothers laughed along, but they noticed something was different about their brother's face. he looked a bit strange. his face was slightly more chiseled. they didn't pay much attention to it, only assuming it's the start of puberty once again.

after this, they brought ponyboy to the kitchen for breakfast. darry made eggs and bacon, the typical healthy breakfast. but when they all sat down, ponyboy had a look of defiance written all over his face.

"this is gross," he stated like it was a fact. "can i have chicken nuggets?" his gaze shifted from the plate to his oldest brother. darry knit his eyebrows together and looked at ponyboy.

"what do you mean? no, you can't have chicken nuggets. jus' eat your breakfast, pony."

ponyboy looked angry. it was a look you didn't often see from ponyboy. sure, he's annoyed a lot and he can get mad sometimes, but this is pure anger. sodapop immediately felt worry wash over him as he noticed the changes in his little brother.

"i want fucking nuggets, darry!"

darry slammed his fist on the table and sodapop furrowed his eyebrows.

"don't you talk to me that way!" he scolded in a pure angry tone. he held his finger out to ponyboy, almost as a warning sign. "you don't ever talk to me like that! go up to your room, boy."

ponyboy stood up and stomped away to his and sodapop's shared bedroom. he slammed the door shut. the slam was hard enough to knock down a picture from the wall.

darry had no idea what's gotten into ponyboy. this isn't the ponyboy he knew. sodapop couldn't help but feel sort of afraid for his brother. what's gotten into him?

as soda and darry continue their breakfast, they can hear odd noises coming from the bedroom. it sounds like ripping and growling and quiet screaming. they don't know if they should check on ponyboy or just to leave him alone. but the noises become too much for darry to bear. they're both so worried about their little brother, but darry decides to be the one to check on him.

darry stands up and approaches the bedroom door, and sodapop walks behind him. he knocks on the door gently.

"pone?"

the noises suddenly stop as sodapop's soft voice speaks up. the door makes a slight noise like it's unlocking, so darry goes to open the door only to found out that pony locked it. they try to knock again, but then are met with the sound of glass shattering. the two brothers dash towards the front door and run outside to see if ponyboy hurt himself. what they saw left them in shock.

it was ponyboy's final form. his skin was a golden brown crust, his face was almost cartoonish. he had no limbs. he was a 5'5 chicken nugget. sodapop and darry stared, frozen in shock and confusion.

"ponyboy..."

sodapop muttered, trying to understand. he was trying to figure out if this was real or not. all ponyboy could say were the only words that he could ever speak for the rest of his life.

Texie want Rowdy!

𐙚 ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ irresistible

by candyfsh

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"wanna go to the nightly double tonight? i heard they're playing something good."

dallas's gaze pulls away from the side of y/n's face to focus on her eyes, and then her lips, then her eyes. it takes a second to process what she had said.

"we don't have to go, y/n, we can watch the movie here."

truth is, he loves going to the drive-in with his girlfriend. he just hates whenever she has to deal with drunk, flirty soc boys. but oddly enough, she still likes to go whenever she hears they're gonna be playing a decent movie.

she sighs softly and looks away from him, looking at her nails. she looks back up at him. "but you'll love the movie, and it's more special when we see it in the drive-in. yknow, in your car, nobody bothering us... just us and the movie."

he knows that she's not completely wrong. it is better to watch it in buck's car that he borrows, or in the rows. he drapes an arm across her shoulders and shakes his head. "baby, i don't wanna risk you getting hurt in any way."

"you think i can't take care of myself, dal?" she asks, sort of offended. "because i can."

"no, doll, i know you can." he responds, gently patting her arm. even if she's feeling a bit offended, the look on her face is adorable. she can probably persuade him to do anything just with her eyes, and she usually does so.

she gives him a small smile and tilts her head slightly down, still looking up at him with her eyes. "so can we go?"

dallas watches and scoffs playfully. she knows what he means by the small scoff and the look on his face. so she begins to bat her eyelashes and pout slightly.

"please?"

dallas can never say no to that look. if she thinks that she can bat her eyelashes and get what she wants, she's absolutely right. he leans in and places a kiss on her forehead.

"whatever, man, we'll go, if that's what you really want."

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by candyfsh

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days would feel like weeks. weeks would feel like months. and months would feel like years. it was about six or seven months ago that dallas winston broke up with y/n. he said he wasn't feeling the relationship anymore. it bothered y/n. of course it did! it left her devastated.

sometimes, they would run into each other in public. tulsa is a small town, so it's not uncommon. she would always, always avoid dallas. she can't put herself through pain again, even if she realized she could do better.

dallas wouldn't go out of his way to say anything to her, but he wouldn't totally ignore her, either. if he was out with friends and noticed her, his friends would probably tease him and he'd say some stupid joke about her, and that's it. but over these months, he realized how much he messed up and how much he wanted her back. he needs to know how to get her back.

step one; find your girl.

dallas is at the curtis residence, the rest of the gang there. johnny and ponyboy sit beside him. they can tell something is on his mind. or someone, for that matter. everyone knows how he feels.

"y'still thinkin bout y/n, dally?" steve pipes up. dallas turns his head to look at him and tries to act cool about it. but there's no denying it. before he can get a reply in, steve says something else. "she was at the dx today. said she was goin to some soc party with her girlfriends."

that's all dallas needs. he doesn't care where the party is or who's hosting it. if she's going, he is, too. "what soc?"

steve shrugs. "think it's her friend's boyfriend who's hosting the thing." there's no surprise that he listens in to everything, all the gossip. but dallas couldn't care less. he remembers when they were still together, and she would complain about how blind her friends were for choosing the ugliest and dumbest guys, and then say that she was lucky for having dallas. he regrets ever breaking up with her.

he gets up from the couch and without a goodbye, he leaves. he tries to get any information from soc boys about a party. they won't jump dallas. nobody can jump dallas. so he's fine with asking them for directions. although, he's more demanding directions.

step two; act cool.

he arrives at the soc party. he certainly doesn't fit in. his dull look doesn't match with the bright contrast of the rooms and all the people, but he only has one thing on his mind. he's determined to get the girl back.

while walking through the crowd coolly, casually glancing around for y/n, some drunken socs bump into him. he tries not to let them slow him down, focused on his girl. it's not like him to be hung up on a girl, so everyone knows that he really cares about her.

he sees a familiar group of girls. the girls he recognizes as her friends. he never paid much attention to them, but she would show him pictures she took and they almost always involved her friends. he always found it admirable and sweet how much she loves her friends. he always found female friendships interesting, too. he never quite understood them, and he still doesn't.

he approaches the girls casually to make it seem normal. the girls immediately recognize him as the guy who broke their friend's heart. so like good friends, they don't show interest in what he has to say. that is, until he asks a question.

"where's y/n?"

the girls give each other a certain questioning look, silently agreeing that maybe they should answer. but they don't want to hurt their friend. dallas just waits impatiently for a response. soon enough, the girls all turn back to face him. one of them opens her mouth to answer his question, but then someone else joins them with a small announcement that she's back.

dallas's eyes lock with hers. y/n, the girl he's been looking for. the girl he wants back. the girl he regrets leaving more than anything.

"y/n.." dallas says in a small voice. he sounds almost soft and fond. y/n glances away from him and clears her throat.

"hi, dal."

step three; tell her what you want.

dallas somehow convinced y/n's friends and y/n herself to let him have a word with her. so, dallas led her outside and sat down with her on the porch. they both sit together, feeling a bit of awkwardness between them. a bit of tension from their last interaction.

he looks over at her, admiring her for a moment. she's always been beautiful, whether she knows it or not. he nudges her shoulder to get her to look at him and it works.

"y/n..." he pauses for a moment. he never apologizes. never. the most he ever does is a 'yeah, yeah, sorry.' but he is going to actually admit what he did wrong and apologize. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for breaking up with you and for being a shitty boyfriend. i took you for granted and i didn't realize it until it was too late."

her eyebrows knit together and her jaw slightly clenches. not in an angry way, yet more of a confused way. it's a habit she picked up from dallas. they both picked up habits from each other. dallas even still finds himself tapping his fingers the same way y/n does when she's bored.

"you weren't a shitty boyfriend. you were good." she turns her head toward the sky, now turned a royal blue color.

dallas can't take his eyes off of her. he furrows his own eyebrows. he always doubted himself for being a good boyfriend, so he tried. "i wasn't?"

she shakes her head no, focusing back on him. "that's what really hurt. i'm sorry for ... whatever i did that made you uninterested. and i'm sorry for always ignoring you." she can barely meet his gaze. she struggles to make eye contact, and dallas knows what that means.

"don't apologize. you're good. you're a good person and hell of a good girlfriend. it's my own fault that you ignore me."

the two are silent once again. she doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't know if he should add onto it. they both look up at the moon.

"i still love you, dally."

dallas turns his head to face y/n, and she does the same. dallas smiles a little bit.

"i still love you too."

that is the first time dallas has ever really outwardly admitted that he loves someone or something. he's thought it and showed it in his own ways, but this is different. so much different, and so much more special.

step four; get her back!

after a bit of sweet conversation, the same type that they did while together, dallas finally gets the courage to ask her to refresh.

"are you, like, free this sunday?"

y/n grins and dallas returns it. she chuckles slightly and remembers that's basically how it went when he asked her out for the first time. same day, too. a sunday.

"of course i am."

dallas attempts to mask his smile with a smirk. he adjusts his jacket, feeling good with himself. he feels more than good. he's proud of himself.

"cool."