#Matt Dillon

[callme-holly]

Rusty James with a very feminine/soft reader!?!????! I’m talking pink everywhere, dresses 24/7, the whole shebang.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 [𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: ummmm... i love this? more rusty james requests plsplsplsplspls

Rusty James never thought he’d fall for someone like you, someone who looks like they’re fresh out of some kind of fairy tale, all pretty in pink and adorned in lace, your hair curled perfectly, everything about you just sweet. 

Never in a million years would he have imagined himself here, lying with you in your room, sprawled out on your silk, floral bedsheets, his head in your lap whilst you run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp like he’s some kind of cat. 

His skin is littered with gradually blossoming bruises, shades of purples and reds standing stark against his complexion; his lip is bloodied and split, but he finds the metallic taste flooding his mouth has little to no effect on him. Not when he’s here, with you.

He shifts slightly, pressing instinctively closer. You’re too good for him—far too good. Too soft for such a rough guy.

“You shouldn’t fight so much,” you whisper, your voice gentle and filled with a sweetness that makes him melt. “You’ll get yourself into trouble one day.”

He cracks open an eye, glancing up at you with an amused smirk. “I already do get introuble, doll” —but you cut him off with a quick shake of your head.

“No, Rusty… I mean real trouble.” You don’t need to say much more; you’re terrified he’s gong to get his head bashed in, get shot or killed, or thrown into juvie like so many other greasers…

“I’m fine…” he shrugs, but it’s clear that your words have a deeper effect on him. “I can handle myself.” But, can he? He’s just a kid. Just a kid who thinks he has to prove himself to the world. What business does he have fighting in the streets and stirring up trouble whenever he can?

“I don’t like it, baby…” You coo, and he almost feels like a child in the way you’re talking to him. “I don’t like you crawlin’ back here with your face bloodied…” 

Rusty James lets out a long sigh, swallowing heavily and letting his eyes slip shut. The smell of your perfume surrounds him, the lace of your nightdress soft against his skin, and he melts under your touch.

“It doesn’t hurt…” he whispers, a weak attempt to brush off your concern. It’s a lie, of course; everything hurts like hell, but he won't ever admit that. “I’ll live.” “But what if one day you don’t?” The question is blunt, devoid of anything but an anxiety that shows you’ve thought the question over hundreds of times. 

“What?” 

“What if one day you don’t come back to me?” You repeat, like the thought physically pains you. The movement of your fingers in his hair falters for a second. “What if you pick a fight with the wrong guys?”

He’s silent; no amount of words would ever make up a good enough answer, because you were right. But saying it out loud, admitting it, would make it all feel too real… So instead he just shakes his head, flashing you a teasing smile and leaning up to kiss you. 

“You’re such a worrier…” he mumbles against your lips. “You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.

“Rusty…” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, not wanting to hear anything more.

“Come on, baby. Quit bein’ so… concerned. You’ll get frown lines…” He reaches up to smooth the faint furrow in your brow, titling his head slightly. 

You’re too pretty for him; too genuinetiltingeal… Like some sort of angel. 

He settles back against you, letting out a long sigh, and you say no more, getting the hint. You resume stroking his hair once more, letting him revel in the comfort of your room, no matter how pink it may be, making him stick out like a sore thumb.

“I love you…” you whisper, and Rusty James stays quiet. Because he isn’t used to being needed by someone. And the thought scares him.

“Yeah,” he settles for. “I know…” 

[socgf]

matt dillon rolling down the window to talk to the cops you’re my favorite genre

[chelestials]

nothing is more humbling when you’re watching an edit of your favorite actor and then the screen goes black and you see yourself on your screen basically thirsting over them

[itssolsticee]

Oh my god

He looks so good in this interview

[bubblegumflavor]

Say hi to my very first Dally plushie 😬🫶

(Making that little leather jacket was a real struggle I'm telling you.. 🙈)

Adding this because people keep asking: I make them myself from scratch. I make all the pattern pieces for the dolls and clothes myself. It is a lot of work and yes I have an Etsy shop where I sell all kinds of dolls I make and also will open up a couple of slots for commissions some time around mid June, (once the big con ist over! X3)

[mattdillonbae]

GUYS I GOT THE OUTSIDERS “on set” BOOK AND JUST LOOK AT THESE PHOTOS OF MATT.

[wilder7ess]

dallas winston relationship hcs

im just as excited as you guys are stawppp

warnings: allusions to sex (i think)

every relationship hc post starts like this but i honestly dont think he would be toxic at all he just hasnt been loved properly and he (this isnt a diss) doesnt know how it feels to he loved in a genuine way

anyway he still wont be boyfriend of the year award worthy lets make that clear

steals things for you all the time

your favorite animal plushie???? already in his hands

a cd of your favorite song??? in his jacket as we speak

if you are getting bullied by socs this dude is asking for their addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers literally anything!!

he will fight for you he will literally contact the mafia for you!! nobody messes with dallys girl

one of his weaknesses is you playing with his hair

"yeah.. man i dont even kn...ow why.... the so..... 😴😴😴"

he is literally out like a light the second your hands are in his hair

he will deny it sooo fast if the gang asks about it

really likes making out with you or anything... sexual...

dudes a freak what did you expect

on the topic of that if you dont want to get whiplash from how freaky he can get do NOTTTT contact him after 11pm

thats when his super freak mode is turned on

he likes giving you hickeys & just literally kissing you anywhere

not that big on pda imo best ur getting is an arm around your shoulder or waist

banned you from going to rumbles

yes you heard you cant even WATCH the rumbles from a distance 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ dally will not let you

you can clean him up after though!!!

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okay thats it for now my head hurts so bad i need to go to sleep right now

[only-lonely-star]

ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

🫧⋆｡˚ Bruised and Bare ˚ ｡⋆ 🫧

Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

[cranberrv]

sweet

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston sneaks into your bedroom

( a/n : this request was so cute! i want dal so badly HOLYY but anyway i hope u cuties enjoy )

the smoke of a candle danced through your room, coating it in a subtle smell of vanilla. the beatles was playing on vinyl, the record spinning endlessly. your vanity was covered in expensive makeup and one of the lightbulbs on the fairylights strung to your wall was flickering, slowly burning out. the new pink pyjamas that your mother bought you sat comfortably on your skin, and the pages of a book were flipping every few minutes.

you feel a sense of calm as you relax. it’s storming heavily out but you’re safe inside, your parents are asleep, and it’s just you and your little dog hanging out on your bed. you’re almost ready to blow out your candle and head to bed.

until you hear a knock on the window. you jump at the sudden sound disrupting your quiet time, but ignore it, thinking it’s just the wind. but then it happens again multiple times. your head is going to worst-case scenario. serial killer? kidnapper? you don’t know, but they’re impatient. so you hesitate, but peak through your lacy curtains. your lover, dallas winston, is staring at you.

you relax your shoulders and sigh, opening your window. “you scared me,” you whisper-yell so you don’t wake your parents. “how do you know where i live?”

“two-bit told me,” he tells you, talking in a normal voice. you elbow him, and he whispers as he continues. “i should be asking you why another man knows your address.”

“i babysit his sister, he drops her off all the time,” you whisper. you’re annoyed at him for showing up at midnight, and you’re about to force him out, until you notice how drenched with rain he is. “you’re all wet, dal,” you sigh. “are you cold?”

he shakes his head and shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “nah, i’m alright, sugar,”

you sit beside him and gently rest your hand on his cheek for a second, checking his temperature to see if he’s lying. “you’re freezing,” you have a worried look in your eye. he knows it all too well, you get nervous for him easily. “i’ll go get you a towel. do you want hot chocolate?”

“baby, i ain’t gonna die of hypothermia,” he assures. “i don’t need hot chocolate.”

“okay,” you give him a kiss on the cheek, then stand up and walk out of the room to grab a towel.

as you walk out of the room and into the hallway, careful not to step on creaky floorboards and wake your loved ones up, dallas sits up from the bed, and starts looking around your room. he’s never been in a rich kids house before. he picks up your expensive lipstick from your vanity, the one you wear everyday, the one that stains his face when you kiss him. he picks up your perfume — he loves your perfume. he loves how you smell, rosey and feminine. the smell of you makes him feel serene, relaxation washing over him. you have this way about you that makes him feel so safe.

after he’s done looking at your vanity and your shelves of books and crystals, he catches a glimpse of himself in the vanity. he doesn’t fit in with you or your room. his hair is wet, his jacket is dirty, his shoes aren’t shiny and he looks roughed up. but what’s funny is that you don’t even care. most socs care about their reputation, they would never want to be seen around a greaser, but you don’t care. he’s never experienced unconditonal love like yours before.

you walk back in with a pink towel and see him looking at himself. “doing your makeup, dal?” you tease, and he playfully rolls his eyes in response.

“very funny, sweetie,” he sits back down on your bed and takes off his jacket.

you sit down beside him and start drying him off, because frankly, you don’t trust him to do it himself. you brush his bare shoulders and you pat his hair with the towel. he’s watching you do it all, admiring your focus and your need to take care of him. he takes your free hand in his own calloused hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb. he has so much love and thankfulness towards you, he just doesn’t know how to express it. him taking your hand causes you to lose your focus and look up at him. his gaze doesn’t drift, a soft smile on his face as your cheeks blush.

“i think i’m dry enough,” he whispers.

you nod, and set the towel down. “okay,”

he takes a breath before speaking again. “can i stay over here tonight?”

you hesitate. you would love for him to stay over, you would love to talk to him all night and spend time with him, but it’s a school night. “my dad wakes me up during school days, dallas, he’ll see you,” you whisper. “and i don’t really want him to know that a boy snuck in my room.”

“what? why? you’ll get grounded or somethin’? c’mon, doll, nothing is gonna happen,” you shrug, and he continues. “i just want to spend some time with my girl, is that a crime?”

“he’ll be mad—“ you start, but he interrupts you with a compromise.

“i’ll be out at 6:00, your old man won’t see me. i gotta help buck clean up the bar, anyway,” he insists.

“..fine.” you agree, a little smile growing on your face at the excitement of dallas sleeping over.

he gives you a peck on the lips. you guys continue talking for a little bit longer, about how he didn’t know you babysat two-bit’s sister, and about how your teacher got you in trouble for chewing gum. and when your beatles record stops and you change it, he tells you he’s never listened to them before because they’re a “soc band.”

after a while, you two are lying down, still talking in hushed whispers. it’s mostly you talking, but he loves your voice, so he doesn’t mind. his arm is around you, pulling you into his side. you let out a small yawn as you start to get tired, and he gives you a gentle pat on your back.

“go to sleep, sugar,” he tells you.

you disagree with him. “i like talking to you,”

“yeah, well, you can do that all you want tomorrow, doll,” he takes a breath. “you wanna swing by buck’s tomorrow?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i’ll come after school.”

he rubs your back gently, and adjusts himself to get more comfortable.

“can you blow out the candle?” you ask him before he gets too tired.

he nods, and leans over to your bedside table to blow it out, then he turns off the lamp. his st. christopher necklace and the smoke are the only things you can see in the darkness hugging you two. the beatles continues to play in the background, and you two stay close together, a feeling of serenity in the air. dallas chooses to stay awake for a bit longer, watching you fall into a peaceful state as you sleep.

dallas isn’t the same person with you as he is when he’s in public. when he’s with his friends, or even walking around town, he has this intimidating aura that can scare anyone who has the mispleasure of walking past him. he has a dangerous reputation around tulsa, and he’s seen as a teenage dirtbag who’s been to jail more times than you can count.

but when he’s around you, he’s completely different. his walls are torn down the minute he smells your perfume. he lets you take care of him, he doesn’t wipe off the lipstick stains on your face, and he’s oh so sweet.

so as he watches the candle smoke dance through the room, he can come to one conclusion. he will never leave the safe place that he calls you.

[twobitsblade]

his arms, his biceps, his triceps, his shoulders, his forearms, his hands, his fingers, his chest, his collarbones, his pecs, his abs, his obliques, his lats, his traps, his neck, his veins, his wrists, his knuckles, his palms, his delts, his serratus, his spine, his upper back, his lower back, his ribs, his sternum, his clavicles, his jawline, his adam’s apple, his skin, his muscle definition, his posture, his grip, his TOUCH… ♡

[macchiodaily]

quick dump of MY man

him in a suit & tie

[callme-holly]

I’m dying for some dating Bob hughes headcannons pls

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

a/n: this might be a little bad... sorry y'all. i love bob tho <333

At first, Bob really struggles with the idea of needing someone in his life and having someone to rely on; he’s incredibly troubled and unpredictable, and it takes him a while to open up. However, when he does eventually let you in, he lets you in.

 He’s so incredibly loyal. If he really does love you, you make up his whole world, and he will do everything in his will not to let you go. He’d sooner burn everything to the ground if it keeps you safe and happy.

While he lives for the thrill of stealing, running, dodging the law, you bring a sense of peace that he finds himself loving and craving. You’re one of the only things in his life that doesn’t involve pure, overwhelming chaos.

If you want to get out, he’ll take you on long night drives with the window rolled down, a cigarette between his lips, and the radio on low. The two of you can talk for hours about everything and nothing at the same time and it’s one of the things he loves most about you.

He’s very overprotective of you, but in a quiet way. He won’t hover around you, but he’ll always have an eye on you and is always ready to step in if he senses something is wrong.

He can get jealous pretty easily, and doesn’t always know how to handle it. He’ll glare at whoever is getting too friendly with you, hoping they get the message and back off. If they don’t, he’s there, by your side, making his place clear.

When he’s high, he’s very clingy and touchy. He wants you close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, mumbling sweet, slurred words he won't remember in a couple hours time. 

Loving Bob is a rollercoaster and he’s very unpredictable. One second, he’s affectionate and sweet on you; the next, he’s pushing you away, too caught up in his own head.

He really wants to believe in love, but he’s also very cynical and struggles with accepting that you actually want him and want to stay with him. If he hurts you, he’ll hate himself for it. He’ll pull away from you, pushing you away until you reassure him that it’s fine. 

You’re one of his main reasons for getting clean; it’s incredibly tough on him, and he won’t always get it right the first time, but you’re the one to keep him going on that journey. He won’t ever admit it, but the way he looks at you says enough. 

[fallout-lou-begas]

Wild Things (1998)

[socgf]

love this deleted scene in general because i love dally and his two little brothers dynamic but what always makes me laugh is johnny trying his best to back them up 😭😭😭😭

him looking over at dally at the beginning like "here we go with this routine again" and then his halfhearted "more seltzer.. needs more seltzer ���" and getting cut off by dally i can't stop laughing

also pony is so into it like "the health people are gonna CONDEMN this place 🤬" i know once they walked out dally was like "a little heavy on the theatrics this time pony"

[harrietswriting]

Hii! Could you do a dally x reader where he comes to pick her up for a date but she’s no where near ready, so he just comes up to her room to sit and watch her and looks through all her stuff and makeup? Thank you <3

an: Such a cute request thank you!! this took way too long and I don't even like it that much I'm sorry 😭 1.1k words. Please leave more requests

W: little swearing I think, flufff

Dallas Winston x fem!reader

He watches you get ready

You had woken up late.

You have a breakfast date with Dallas at 8:30 and you woke up at 8:06. You practically had a heart attack when you saw the time. Stupid alarm didn't go off! What the hell! Was it trying to sabotage your relationship? You had brushed your teeth, finished your skin care, and started to take your curlers out when your door bell rang. Oh God. You rushed to answer it. You were so embarrassed. You were panicky, flushed, in a robe, and had half of your curlers still in your hair. So, it was not a surprise to see the look of concern on your boyfriend's face when you opened the door.

"I'm so sorry! My stupid alarm didn't go off and I only woke up like 25 minutes ago," you say quickly, trying to explain your state. You felt awful.

"Woah, hey. It's fine." Dallas steps inside. "Go finished getting ready."

"It's going to take me a while." You say sadly.

"That's fine. Just means I get to spend more time with you." He says simply.

You can't help but smile. "Okay."

"Or you could just go like this. Its a great look." He teases, glancing at your hair.

You roll your eyes, but a smile is plastered on your face. "Be quiet. C'mon." You grab his hand and drag him to your bedroom. Once inside, you let go of his hand and side down at your vanity. You resume taking out your curlers.

Dallas sits down on the edge of your bed and watches you as you carefully brush you your curls then spray some hair spray on them. Then, you get out your makeup.

Dallas finds himself getting bored just watching you, so he gets up and walks over to your bookshelf. He studies the titles for a bit, recognizing books he's seen you read. You glance over at him as he opens your jewelry box and looks through it.

"What're you doing?" You ask as you watch him.

He turns his head towards you. "I don't know. Lookin'." He shrugs and turns his attention back to your jewelry. He a small smile appears on his face as he finds pieces he gave you.

"Okay." You look into your mirror again and resume blending your concealer.

Dallas fingers through your necklaces and bracelets for a few moments before getting bored again. He closes the jewelry box and walks over to you. He is about to talk to you when he spots your journal, so he picks it up and opens it.

It takes you a moment to notice what he did. "Uh- hey! That's my journal, Dallas." You reach for it, but he holds it out of your reach.

"So?" He scans a page and annoyingly smirks.

"So that's private stuff." You get out of your chair and try to grab it again, and this time, surprisingly, he lets you. What did he read?

"What?" You ask because his stupid smirk doesn't leave his face.

"Nothing." His smirk remains and his hands slide into his pockets. "You write sappy shit in your journal."

You blush a little and put your journal back. "Yeah, cause it's supposed to be private." You respond, sitting at your vanity again. "Now stop distracting me or this'll become a lunch date."

He sighs and mopes back over to your bed. He sits down again and looks at your reflection in the mirror. He thinks you are absolutely beautiful. God, he'd do anything for you, and that scares him sometimes.

"Hurry up. I'm hungry." He tells you.

"I'm sorry, Dal. I'm trying."

"Mhm." He messes with his ring for a bit before getting up and walking back over to you. He leans down and grabs your jaw. He kisses your cheek then lets go. You can't help but smile.

"You look damn good, babe." He runs a hand through your hair as you turn your head towards him.

"Thank you." Your heart picks up a little. "I'm almost done with my makeup, then I'll just need to change."

"Good. Chop chop, come on." He urges you.

You laugh a little and do the last of your makeup. Dallas watches with such admiration. You're gorgeous. When you finally finish and look at him, he can't stop himself from smiling.

"I'm done." You say

"Finally. Go get dressed."

You put your hands out. "Help me up, baby."

He huffs in protest, but he grabs your hands and pulls you up and against his chest. Dallas stares down at you. He finds your smile is so infectious. He grins back. You stand on your tippy toes and peck his lips.

"I thought I was supposed to hurry up, love." You squeeze his hands.

"You are." He lets go of your hands. "Go change, doll."

You let out a small giggle and start to walk toward the closet. You look over your shoulder at him. "I got a new dress a few weeks ago that I haven't gotten to where yet. It's real pretty."

He smirks at this, his ego spikes when he learns he'll be the first to see you in this dress. "I can't wait to see it, y/n."

You open the closet door and step in. You get out the dress. A cute baby blue cocktail dress with a white accent and a white bow around the waist. You come out and proudly hold it up.

"Put it on, doll."

"Okay." You go into the closet again and close the door, you take off your robe and slip into the dress. You were careful not to mess up your hair or makeup. A cute pair of white heels you hadn't wore in awhile catch your eye, so you slip them on. You open the door of the closet. Dallas has your journal in his hands again. He looks up and smirks.

"Sorry, doll. Couldn't help it." He puts the journal back then let's his eyes scan over you.

You sigh and decide to forgot it, for now. You smile again. "How do I look?"

He walks closer to you and his hands find your waist. "You look incredible."

Your face heats up and you look down, your smile remains.

"Ready to go?" He puts a hand on your chin and gently lifts your head to have you look up at him.

You nod. "I'm sorry again that i wasnt ready and-"

"Sh, baby, I don't care."

You shyly smile, glad he doesn't care, and loving being called "baby". He takes your hand and off you finally go to your breakfast date.

An: I'm so excited for Christmas I'm tweaking out. I love gift giving so much. Please leave requests! Happy holidays!!

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Johnny Cade: Dally's okay,..