#and anyways im not affiliated with that doll

[athena-xox]

Guys guess who just bought an Alistair Wonderland doll and is going to pretend he’s daring?

[honeystwiggypeach]

I can please request a part two of https://at.tumblr.com/honeystwiggypeach/im-nervous-because-this-is-my-first-time-doing-a/l52475kcfz2n where they one happy family again (ps I hope you feel better)

I was hoping someone would ask for a part two!!I’m so thankful you did because I really want them all to have a nice fluffy ending!!!!(I hope so too, I took some meds so I’m hoping it’s just my allergies and nothing like the flu!)anywho!! Tysm for requesting let me know if you guys want to see more or anything because I love writing requests so much!!!

Part one!

I’m going to include all the previous trigger warnings from part one because they’re semi relevant!

Tw- miscarriage, crying, grief, toxic coping mechanisms, single parents, one night stands, breakdowns, jealousy(over someone being able to have children/provide boys with a family, infertility, cursing, absent mother, be very cautious if you’re sensitive to anything affiliated with miscarriages maybe even infant loss,

Atsumu

After you and Atsumu reconciled, it didn’t take long to pick up exactly where you’d left off with the edition of the most adorable babies you’d seen in your life.

Now almost four years later both you and Atsumu are crying over their first day of school, “don’t cry mama!” Your little girls voice is muffled by your legs as she hugs you, your son holds onto his father’s hand tightly as tears gather in his little eyes.

When they get back from school you take them to get ice cream like you and Atsumu said you’d do with your little family one day and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Osamu

The girls are thrilled to have someone willing to play princess with them in their lives, sure Osamu would but you seemed to be a lot more devoted to it once you’d gained back all your energy!

Plus they liked having you to style their hair, they’d always tell you how bad Osamu was at styling hair and it would remind you of the way that Osamu and you would discuss what you were nervous about in parenthood.

You smile softly as you gently brush out one of the girl’s hair, watching as she messes with her dolls making them fatter about with her sister before looking back up to you, “see miss y/n?” You’re not sure what she’s talking about but you nod anyways, anything to keep them happy you think as Osamu flicks through the channels on the tv, “I see honey that’s so great” you praise her like she’s you’re own because the reality is, you love them both like they’re you’re own.

Sakusa

She was really such an Angel, the easiest little baby to care for and it made you nervous.

Of course it made Sakusa nervous that for several nights sometimes you’d stay awake by her cradle wondering why she wasn’t waking up periodically for feedings.

“Doesn’t that scare you?” You’d asked him one night and he confusedly shook his head no.

“It freaks me out…they said babies should cry often for feedings”

But she was healthy, when she’d wake up she’d giggle seeing you worn out beside her cradle your eye bags deep and heavy yet you’d still smile brightly at her bouncing down the stairs to the kitchen where Kiyoomi was making breakfast he’d smile softly upon seeing the two of you before kissing your cheek and peppering kisses on his daughter’s.

Akaashi

You’d practically jumped at the offer to go on a date with him and give your relationship another try.

And when it worked out just fine you wanted to jump for joy. Some short while later, you and Akaashi got married you even adopted his son.

“Mama!” He calls out and you let out a hum in response.

He pushes open the door, “my spelling words!” It was a ritual now.

Everyday before Keiji got home you and him would practice his spelling words so that when his dad got home he could impress him with his spelling but if you’re being honest you know damn well that anything that precious little boy says or does would impress keiji, you’re the same way.

Anywho! Let me know if you want to see anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!

[midoridragonuus]

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from: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co to: gabe69@schwartzind.co cc: maeharamahouji subject: hey

hey gabe can you log into siims? thanks

- Secretary and Head of Divisions, Ellie Schwartz

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from: gabe69@schwartzind.co to: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co cc: subject: RE: hey

hey elliepop! u ok??? this doesnt sound like one of ur usual mails dont think ive ever seen u write wo grammar n punctuation also y cc that guy

- gabe bar owner. business guy. stud.

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from: gabe69@schwartzind.co to: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co cc: subject: FWD: RE: hey

ellie? gurl whats ^ reply soon i miss u

- gabe bar owner. business guy. stud.

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from: gabe69@schwartzind.co to: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co cc: subject: FWD: FWD: RE: hey

ok ok ill be right on dont b mad at me ily

- gabe bar owner. business guy. stud.

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gabe69 has signed into the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

gabe69: hello??? anyone here?? woo hoo????

schwartzellie has signed into the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

gabe69: ellie! hey honeybuns. ive missed u whats ^

gabe69: ellie?

maeharamahouji has signed into the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

gabe69: whats going on here

maeharamahouji has uploaded a file: sserver470.exe

maeharamahouji: hey gabe. can you test this for me? thanks. send me a report when you're done.

gabe69: what

maeharamahouji has signed out of the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

gabe69: whats going on

gabe69: ellie cmon what the hell

schwartzellie: Click the file, stupid.

schwartzellie has signed out of the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

gabe69: fuck

gabe69 has signed out of the Schwartz Ind. Internal Messaging System (SIIMS)

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> initializing sserver470.exe > protocol and logs will be erased upon exit > "hope it helps. - m."

gabe69 has signed into SSERVER470

gabe69: what is this place?

schwartzellie: Oh thank the Gods.

gabe69: elliepop? what the entire fuck is going on?????

schwartzellie: Look. I couldn't talk to you sooner. I wanted to. I really did. I couldn't... I was afraid to contact you.

gabe69: what? y? whats wrong with me? hon if u didnt want a follow up

schwartzellie: It's not you. It's who's listening. I'm pretty sure my office is bugged. My phone is too. I've had to be really careful with what I say in case it's distorted. I don't know how to explain it better than that.

gabe69: ellie i dont get what ur saying can u start at the top?

schwartzellie: Okay. Okay. Do you remember a few weeks ago when Carlos interrupted our dinner and told me it was an emergency?

gabe69: vaguely. i remember his smug ass ruining a nite w ur beautiful face ♥♥♥

schwartzellie: Right so, I went with him. He was silent through the whole walk to the archives.

gabe69: the archives?

schwartzellie: Yeah. Where we keep files on literally everyone and everything. You know. Contracts. Secret info? Well, we got stopped by security, so I know there's at least one witness out there that knows we entered the archives; that the whole thing really took place.

gabe69: what do u mean "took place" ???

schwartzellie: Shut up and let me type!

gabe69: k

schwartzellie: So we entered, and we walked into the middle of the room. I'm not sure if it was the exact middle or anything, but that's what it felt like neck deep in the rows of file cabinets and servers. Anyway, the archives are heavily guarded. I'm pretty shocked he had clearance but in hindsight, but also? Not really. I told you his files were a fucking mess and his permissions were probably redacted as well.

gabe69: uh huh

schwartzellie: There's cameras all over. Lasers. Devil's traps. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if any flat surface read DNA or heat signatures or something. Schwartz is really out-there about security. I mean, there's less than a handful of people who can get into the archives, and they're 99% accompanied by Schwartz herself.

gabe69: sounds high key

schwartzellie: It is. As far as I know, the only people with permissions to enter the archives are Schwartz, Irkalla, myself, and now... Carlos. It's under such heavy security that two people on shift have to watch it. One physically, and the other in a special cam room somewhere on site. Like... it's really guarded.

gabe69: and u 2 just waltzed in there huh?

schwartzellie: Yeah. And when we got to the middle, he just stood there and wouldn't look me in the eyes. He literally titled his head back and locked eyes with one of the, what I assume was, a camera. Stared into it the whole time we talked.

gabe69: what a fuckin weirdo. whatd he tell u babe?

schwartzellie: I don't.... I don't really remember. I was so weirded out by the whole experience... I remember getting goosebumps. My stomach hurt. I was feeling pretty nauseous and

gabe69: ok but it wasnt my food so

schwartzellie: Oh my Gods, I didn't say it was!

gabe69: just makin sure ;)

schwartzellie: Ugh. But...

gabe69: but?

schwartzellie: I remember staring at him really intense-like. Squinting and trying to figure out what his motive was. What he was saying. Like, his mouth was moving and words were coming out, but my brain couldn't figure out what they were! I even tried to remember later on, but none of the sounds or words I made felt right. I don't even remember leaving, or how I got back to my room... I slept with a diary that night in case I remembered anything in my sleep, but my dreams were blank. When I went to the security office, there was no record of us visiting the archives. And the guy on duty who stopped us outside the door? Gone. Vanished. I asked around and no one knew of anyone who matched that description ever working at SI. No one knew who I was talking about, and by then, his face was too blurry in my memory to ask again. After a few days of frustration, I asked Jade to help me. He reads lips, you know. So I tried to make the same movements I remembered Carlos making with his mouth, but Jade had no idea what I was trying to say. He said it was just gibberish.

gabe69: ellie this is fucking weird

schwartzellie: I know.

gabe69: so what ur telling me is that that dick took u 2 a place w heavy security did some mumbo jumbo magic shit that u cant remember and now ur phones being bugged and a guys missing???

schwartzellie: No, there's more to it than that. I think...

gabe69: ???

schwartzellie: So I tried to do some more digging about him, in hopes that it might.... I don't know... tell me something? Anything? But then more people disappeared.

gabe69: what do u mean? who disappeared?

schwartzellie: I... don't know.

gabe69: then how do u kno theyre gone??

schwartzellie: I have a list of employees on my desk for the monthly newsletter that have left the company. We publish goodbyes every month, but I don't remember any of them on this month's letter ever working here.

gabe69: well SI is a big company! surely a few slip by ur ever watchful eyes. u cant do everything doll

schwartzellie: No, but I sign every employment contract as Schwartz' witness. Even when they're mostly redacted. I've seen every person who enters this company, including business partners in different districts, contracted/affiliated help, and even have the names for people who work FOR our associates. But I don't know any of these names or faces.

gabe69: and ur sure they worked for SI

schwartzellie: The list is from Schwartz. I'm sure of that. But even she's been... off? There's something going on with her too. She won't reply to any non-related business mail.

gabe69: and ur surprised by that of all things?? ms unfeeling not talking about feelings?

schwartzellie: Well, no, but you don't know her, Gabe. It's like she's shutting down.

gabe69: uh huh

schwartzellie: With SI off the table, I told Wendy I had to look up something in Crowley's office, so I shadowed her to work. I wanted to check if maybe the city had those names on file, somewhere. They didn't.

gabe69: and?

schwartzellie: What they did have, though, was a blank space where those names SHOULD be. I don't think the person who was supposed to clean up got rid of the dividers.

gabe69: elliepop this is nuts like wacky pistachi kiddo! people fuck up on putting dividers in. it happens. i sometimes order double my stock on accident

schwartzellie: Okay, one? Wasteful. Two? I know I sound paranoid, okay? I know it. But something's going on. There's more, okay?

gabe69: more?

schwartzellie: Yeah.... After I left Crowley's office, Wendy stopped me on my way out. She asked if I found what I needed, and I told her I did. As she turned around to go back to work, I saw something around the corner. At first I thought it was a shadow. Maybe my eyes playing tricks on me. Shit happens, right? But I know someone was watching me.

gabe69: ellie

schwartzellie: No, listen! So I.... I didn't go straight home. I decided to take the bus, rather than get a cab, just in case. Better safe than sorry, right? And as I was waiting at the bus stop, I felt eyes on the back of my head.

gabe69: ellie....

schwartzellie: Gabe will you shut the fuck up? I know I sound crazy, but just let me finish. Please. You owe me this.

gabe69: ok elliecakes. im sorry :((

schwartzellie: I felt really antsy, rocking back and forth. I knew someone was watching me. I just knew it, okay? So I get on the next bus, not knowing where it was going. If someone was really following me, they probably wouldn't go somewhere random, right? Risk being seen by a lot of people? Turns out the next stop wasn't too far from Karen's, so I got off there. I went in, grabbed a latte, and sat down until my nerves returned to normal. I thought I was also being pretty ridiculous and letting weird events turn me into some sort of conspiracy theorist. Half way through my drink, I looked up and... there was nothing wrong. I didn't feel anyone looking. There were just some random people in there eating breakfast and drinking coffee. I was so relieved. Honestly, I felt so stupid.

gabe69: :( i love ur smarts

schwartzellie: So I paid my bill, and waited for the next bus. I rode back to SI, got off, and felt like a huge idiot for being so nervous. I was home! No reason to feel afraid when we have the best security in the District. I waved to Kat and sat in the lobby for a minute with weak knees. Like, I was just really relieved it was all in my head.

gabe69: that sounds good

schwartzellie: Until

gabe69: o

schwartzellie: I checked my phone for any alerts I might have missed while snooping, or trying to chill in Karen's. A few e-mails, a few texts, and then one weird notif from an iSpy app? But... I never installed anything like that. I checked my apps, but there wasn't one installed on the phone or the SD card. I started to get really freaked again. I mean, iSpy? Of all the alerts that could be the result of some virus or something... So I took the next elevator to the Tech Division. Mahouji was on shift, so I gave him my phone to look at.

gabe69: let me guess he found something

schwartzellie: He sure fucking did. He ran a scan while I was standing right there. The first one didn't pick up anything, but I insisted that there was something on it that I didn't put in there. After another unsuccessful scan, he ran his own with his.... I don't know. Whatever it is he works with. Personal code or program or something? I don't know. But he looked really disturbed. He fiddled with it, then downloaded an iSpy game from the app store.

gabe69: what

schwartzellie: Yeah, I was really confused too. He explained to me that it was probably just an advertisement for a new game that was mass spammed from a link I might have clicked and that, with the actual app in, he was able to turn off the notifications. But that's what he said, not what he showed me.

gabe69: what i dont get it

schwartzellie: While he was telling me all this and pointing my phone at me with his left hand, he pulled some paper and a pencil out of his own desk and wrote on it with his right hand. "Ellie, there's a nasty program on here. I don't know what it is, but I know it's not something anyone should tamper with. I don't even want to try to debug it. It has access to everything, including your cam and mic. Getting rid of the phone will only make whoever's watching suspicious. I recommend playing dumb while I investigate."

gabe69: holy shit

schwartzellie: I... I thanked him and left. I thought that it might just be a huge prank on me, but I don't think he's that kind of guy. I mean, we're not close friends or anything, but of all the people in this company? I think I can trust him.

gabe69: u sure u dont trust him just bc he validates w/e ur thinking is going on

schwartzellie: So you don't believe me?

gabe69: no elliecakes its not that. u kno im always on ur side. i just gotta play devils advocate yea???

schwartzellie: Yeah. Yeah. So.... Like.... I took the phone with me. I tried to keep it pointed away from me unless I had a message. I've been really jumpy and trying not to give too much info away in my emails or texts. I've tried changing my writing to kinda make it seem like it might not be me in case I disappear so people can figure out the dates things went wrong.

gabe69: ellie wtf nothings gonna happen 2 u. not when im around. i promise. u kno that.

schwartzellie: No, but-

gabe69: that y u emailed me the way u did earlier??

schwartzellie: Yeah, I wanted to leave a trail, okay? So anyone else who looked into it could tell something was up and I wasn't just making things up. And I thought that things were finally going back to normal, you know? I wanted things to be less weird, and they were, until earlier today.

gabe69: what happened??

schwartzellie: I was coming back to my office. I was thinking about finally getting back to my social life.

gabe69: so me

schwartzellie: Sure.

gabe69: :( cmon u love me

schwartzellie: Sure.

gabe69: ;*

schwartzellie: And on the way, I saw a guy standing in front of one of the windows in the hall. I didn't recognize him, so I asked him who he was. He didn't answer. I asked again, and still nothing. So I approached him from the side.

gabe69: ellie!

schwartzellie: I know it wasn't the smartest thing. Approaching some rando? But he was weird. Out of place weird. Because I know all of the employees. I know who has access to my floor. And this guy! Was just standing there! Looking out the window! I sent a text to security as a precaution, and then went to tap him on the shoulder. Then I blinked, and the window was broken. Alarms were going off. There was a woman screaming from below. The wind blew my hair out of place! I remember the tears coming down my face at the shock because what the fuck just happened?

gabe69: wtf i dont remember any alarm

schwartzellie: My legs gave out, and after a few seconds, I crawled to the window to look out. I was expecting to see the guy on the pavement below, you know? All bloody and broken and... yeah... But the window was fine.

gabe69: what

schwartzellie: The window! Was fine! It wasn't broken. There was no one below but regular day traffic! I was still on the floor, still with tears, but nothing happened? I checked my phone for the text I sent and it was in my drafts folder, saying "Message failed to send. Try again." I called the security office to ask for video of the hall, and got sent a video where I just walk by the window like nothing happened. Then I come back, sit down, and cry.

gabe69: ellie

schwartzellie: Gabe, please. Please just... I'm almost done.

gabe69: ok

schwartzellie: I called Mahouji and asked him to come pick me up from the hallway. He thought it was weird, because one? He was asleep. Two? We're not friends. Not really. And three? He's def. not security. So he was concerned.

gabe69: yea so am i y didnt u call me babe??

schwartzellie: Because when he got there, I showed him the video and told him that I must have not been paying attention because I was playing my iSpy app. He's smart enough to figure out the hidden meaning there. He asked if I needed to go to see a doctor in case I hurt anything falling down, but I told him that no, I'd be alright, but I did want to see you. Privately.

gabe69: oh hon hon hon baguette

schwartzellie: Can you be serious for one fucking second? Like, this is my life, Gabe!

gabe69: sorry go on

schwartzellie: Again, being the smart man he is,

gabe69: >:|

schwartzellie: he figured out what I meant. Told me that maybe it wouldn't be smart to go see someone if I was dizzy from the fall, and that I should message you instead using his computer.

gabe69: that y i had 2 click that weird file?

schwartzellie: Yeah. It's something he made to delete all records after we're done talking. It's safer that way. Because Gabe? I'm scared.

gabe69: ellie....

schwartzellie: I'm really scared. I don't know what to do now. Mahouji told me to try and back off. To forget the whole thing.

gabe69: suspicious

schwartzellie: No, I think he's really just concerned. He doesn't seem weird? Not like that hallway guy. Not like Carlos. I think he's worried. I think he knows there's something going on but I don't think he knows how weird it is. How twisted it is? There's something going on, Gabe, and it's so big. People are disappearing. Things are happening and not happening at the same time. Schwartz is off. I'm going crazy. There's something going on and someone who's not this deep in needs to know before I don't know anymore. Does that make sense?

gabe69: ellie where r u? u still in the tech div?

schwartzellie has signed out of SSERVER470

gabe69: fuck

gabe69 has signed out of SSERVER470

>initializing shut down of sserver470.exe >initializing self-deletion sequence >del470.exe in progress, authorization m confirm >ERROR >ERROR >ERROR >ERROR >ERROR >ERROR

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from: gabe69@schwartzind.co to: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co cc: subject: HEY

um where are u elliepop? wanna get a coffee? nite cap? ;))

- gabe bar owner. business guy. stud.

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from: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co to: gabe69@schwartzind.co cc: subject: RE: HEY

Downstairs at the cafeteria. Why? Wanna join? lol

- Secretary and Head of Divisions, Ellie Schwartz

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from: schwartzellie@schwartzind.co to: gabe69@schwartzind.co cc: subject: RE: HEY

error

- Secretary and Head of Divisions, Ellie Schwartz

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[cloudy-johnnycade]

dallas winston imagine

((THE FORMATTING IS MESSED UP BC IM ON MOBILE ILL FIX IT WHEN I GET HOME FROM MY TRIP))

i posted this in my outsiders imagines book on wattpad, called “The Outsiders : Imagines”, and my account is @ imightbeinlove. you should follow me and add the book to your library, i’ll be updating it hopefully soon. you can also send in requests on there, as well as on here!

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“What do you mean you’re not going with me anymore!” You yelled into the phone, exasperated. You had plans to go to the Nightly Double at the drive in with your best friend, Y/B/F/N, but she cancelled on you all of the sudden…for a boy. 

“Sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t turn him down. I promise we can go next weekend,” she sighed. You could hear in her voice that she felt sort of bad for ditching you, but you also knew - just from past experience - that she was practically trembling with excitement to go on this date with this oh-so-cute boy. 

You ran your hand down your face in annoyance; looks like you got ready to go out for nothing. 

“Who is this boy, anyway?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger. 

“Sodapop Curtis, the one who works at the DX!” She squealed, and you smiled softly. Y/B/F/N had had the biggest crush on Sodapop since she first laid eyes on him, and you could tell he always had a thing for her too. He was moving on from Sandy, and you were proud of him for that; even if you and Soda weren’t exactly close.

“Well, have fun, Y/B/F/N. Use protection,” you teased, causing her to laugh; you could practically hear her roll her eyes. You hung up the phone, flopping onto the couch in the living room. What to do… 

There was no need wasting a perfectly good Friday night. You could still go to the Nightly Double by yourself, but it would incredibly awkward if Y/B/F/N and Sodapop saw you; she would definitely think you were following them. You ran through a list of places to go, and the only place (besides the drive in) that seemed appealing was the Dingo. Shrugging, you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed out the door. 

You stuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket, trying to keep at least semi warm against the bitter cold of a Tulsa evening. You had underestimated how cold it would be, and weren’t exactly dressed for the weather. 

Continuing your walk, your teeth began to chatter and your whole body was shivering. ‘Geez, can’t it be warm for once?’ You thought to yourself. 

“You look a little cold there, doll.” 

Your head whipped around at the sound of a voice, eyes quickly landing on a tall, smirking boy. 

You immediately knew who it was; Dallas Winston, the most notorious greaser around. You knew better than to get affiliated with him. 

With a roll of your eyes, you kept walking down the street. ‘Don’t acknowledge him in the first place and he’ll leave you alone,’ you tried to tell yourself, but you knew that was far from true. 

You practically jumped out of your skin as you felt an arm wrap around you. 

“Get off me!” You yelled, self-defense mode kicking in. You threw his arm off you, scurrying away. 

“Man, you try to be a gentleman and broads go crazy on ya.” 

The obnoxiously sarcastic tone of his voice to make you want to punch him; wipe that damn smirk right off his face. “Can you just leave me alone?” You snapped, turning to face him. You were still slightly annoyed from being ditched, and you weren’t in the mood to be bothered by someone like him. 

He put his hands up in defense. “What’s wrong with wanting to help a gal warm up, huh?” He asked, still smirking like an idiot. 

Your eyes rolled again, almost instinctively. “Can you just leave me alone? I’m not in a good mood,” you grumbled, turning to walk away. But, of course, Dallas grabbed your elbow and pulled you back towards him. 

“Come on, doll, let me take you to the Dingo for a Coke or somethin’. Maybe you’ll, uh, maybe you’ll hate me less,” he coaxed, patronizing as ever. 

You jerked your arm away from his, giving him a cold glare; if looks could kill, Dallas Winston would be dead on the ground.

“And why would I want to go to the Dingo with you?” You asked smartly, leaving out the fact that that’s where you were headed anyway.

“Why wouldn’t you?” 

That comment brought you about seven steps closer to slugging the living daylights out of him, but something about his overly confident aura was…intriguing. 

You stared him down, considering his offer. Were you actually considering going to the Dingo with Dallas Winston? 

“As long as you pay,” you muttered. If you were going to spend your evening with a guy like him, you were at least going to get a free Coke out of it.

His smirk grew wider. “Of course I’ll pay for ya. You think I’m a pig or somethin’?” 

'Yes,’ you thought to yourself, but no such words escaped your lips. Crossing your arms over your chest, out of annoyance and in a futile attempt to keep warm, you started walking towards the Dingo with Dallas in tow.

“Do I need to introduce myself to you or have you heard about my mile-long police record?” 

You could hear the pride in his voice, laced with a New York accent; of course. Only he would be proud of his crimes.

“I know who you are,” you replied plainly, not pleased about giving him any sort of satisfaction. Your eyes glanced up at him for a moment, and you caught his own eyes looking down at you with…curiosity? Menace? You couldn’t tell with him. He had a wall up, and you had a gut feeling you would never break it down. Not that you really wanted to, anyway. 

“Well, I don’t know who you are. Gimme your name, would ya?” He pestered, still smirking; did he ever stop? 

You sighed. “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

He looked at you for a moment, as if thinking. “Nah. I think I’ll stick with 'doll’.” 

Rolling your eyes yet again, you didn’t respond to him. But, deep down, you wanted to hear him say your actual name. Not in a sexual way; you were simply curious to hear the way it rolled off his tongue in his New York accent- 

“You’re about to walk right past the Dingo, doll,” Dallas’ teasing voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked around, noticing you had indeed already walked right past the doors of the establishment. 

A blush of embarrassment creeped up onto your cheeks, though it likely wasn’t noticeable due to your cheeks already being rosy red from the cold. You turned around and followed him inside, him having not bothered to hold the door open for you. 

'So much for being a gentleman,’ you thought to yourself as you stepped inside, relishing the warmth. As your eyes scanned the familiar little diner, you spotted the Greaser plopping himself down in a booth, obviously making himself comfortable. 

You scurried over and sat down across from him, immediately speaking before he had the chance. 

“You’re going to tell me about yourself, Dallas Winston.” 

He looked at you, amused. “Am I?” He mused, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. “I don’t tell people about myself. But you can tell me all about you, doll.” 

You hated it. You hated how he was having an effect on you. Your heart was racing, your palms were sweating, and you felt the need to just hear him keep talking. You wanted to tell him everything about you just so he would know.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

Snapped out of your thoughts again, you hadn’t realized you had been staring at him. Just minutes ago, you wanted him to leave you alone; but now, you never wanted him to leave. 

He was intriguing. 

“There’s nothing to know about me,” you shrugged. You really were just a girl in Tulsa.

He shook is head, looking more than amused. “Whatever you say, doll.” 

He took a sip of his Coke, eyes never leaving you. A slight smirk grew on your face. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you repeated his snarky comment from before. 

And then, he laughed. He actually laughed. Dallas Winston laughed right in front of you; that was a sound you hadn’t heard from him before. 

“You’re a little smart ass, aren’t ya, doll?” He teased, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back into the booth. 

A chuckle escaped your throat, and you ran your hand through your hair. “I try my best.” 

The night went on, and you and Dallas became…acquaintances. You weren’t able to say you were actually friends yet. But, nonetheless, you left the Dingo with a phone number in your pocket and a plan to go to the drive in next Friday.

… 

“Sorry, Y/B/F/N. I’ve got a date.”