Welcome to GreaseMaiden! Feel free to ask for requests for drawings (The Outsiders, animals, Disney characters). I'll post them if you do π.
Im in highschool
Love drawing
And most of all, I Love Jesus. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life
I'm also doing stories about The Outsiders characters, headcanons, and maybe just little skits to up your day π€. 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!
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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
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Note: a story of Dally when Johnny dies but ending in a different way. Hope u like it. it's pretty long :β ^β ) 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.
Β 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.Β
Β 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.
Β 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.Β
Β "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.Β
Β 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."
Β 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.
Β "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.
Β 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..."Β
"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.Β
"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.Β
Β 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.Β
Β 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.
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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. π β‘
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Can someone tell me if there is a beautiful, wholesome fic with the Curtis Brothers and their parents together when they were younger? If not, I need to write one myself. I yearn to read smth like this rn π«