#dallas winston x yn

[sams-butt-dem0n]

The gang reacting to reader breaking up with them

DARRY doesn't really know what to do when you break the news to him that you're dumping him. He stands there shocked for a few seconds to gather his emotions before even attempting to ask. "Why? Did I do something?" He says, his chin shaking a little but you can visibly see him pushing back the tears. "I just can't deal with this anymore," you say. "All I'm trying to do is help you provide for your family and you can't even stop for ten minutes to say thank you and spend a little time with me. Ten minutes. that's all I'm asking for." You can see the guilt written all over his face. You knew he wasn't going to change - you had this discussion many times before and every time it ended the same: him saying he'll change and that he's sorry you feel that way, and then never doing anything about it and going back to work the next day as if what you had talked about meant nothing. He just nodded and let a singular tear roll down his cheek as he opened his front door for you and watched you walk down the street with your bags and out of his life forever.

SODAPOP would completely fall apart if you dumped him. He would come home from work with a huge grin plastered on his face, ready to give you a cuddle and a kiss but it soon dropped when he saw you. Standing there with a bag on the table, waiting for him. There was nobody else home, it was supposed to be a day dedicated to the two of you. "Babe, what's going on?" He asks. "Are we going on a road trip or something? because if we are, give me five minutes for a shower and I'll-" "Soda," you say, cutting him off. You saw his head hang to the floor, his eyes darted at the floor. He knew what was happening. he just didn't want to admit it. "I'm sorry," you say. "Why?" He asks, hot tears streaming down his face as he looks up to meet your eyes, his stare hurting your heart. "What did I do? I'll fix it I promise. I promise I'll fix whatever you think went wrong." You sighed, your breath shaking from the water gathering in your eyes. "There's nothing left to fix, sodapop. It's already shattered." And with that, you pick up your bag, grab his hand and give it a small squeeze, your last touch of Sodapop Curtis, before walking out and not looking back once.

PONYBOY would be a mix between Darry and Soda. He wouldn't know what to do considering you were his first-ever girlfriend and he would also be heartbroken beyond belief. You would be a little mean about the breakup, not to hurt his feelings, but to make sure he never came back into your life. To make sure he thought you were gone for good and there was nothing he could do to change your mind. "Ponyboy," you say, sitting up from being laid on his bed. "There's something I gotta talk to you about." Convern layers through his eyes. "Yeah, sure. What's wrong?" You sigh. "Before I say anything, I just want you to know that you are such a sweet guy and I will always appreciate you for everything you've done for me and all the sunsets you've shown me." "Y/n," he begins, his voice much quieter now. "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry, Pony," you say, wiping a tear from your cheek and standing up. "I can't be with you any more." "What?" He asks, his voice cracking. He stays seated and just looks up at you in disbelief, not wanting to accept what you're saying. "You're just too immature. I know we're only kids and that's what young boys do but I need someone who isn't gonna spend their life goofing around and starting fights with random people. I don't want to be with someone who has nothing lying ahead for them. Don't get me wrong, I think you're real sweet 'n all but it's just not good enough for me to stay. I'm sorry." Tears were falling down his cheeks, somewhat gracefully, leaving a hot pink trail behind. He says nothing as he watches you leave his room, say goodbye to the gang as if you hadn't just shattered his heart, and walk out.

DALLAS would pretend to be unfazed. Especially if you hadn't been dating for that long. It would be short and snappy. "I'm breaking up with you." "Okay." You're not gonna ask me why?" "Nah." - However, if the two of you had been together for over a year, I'd say; he would be destroyed. You were the only thing he loved, apart from Johnny. You were the only person he had ever said those three words to you. You were his first everything, and now he had lost you. It was all his fault. "Can I do anything to make you stay?" He asks, his cheeks a lot redder than usual and his eyebrows furrowed, a giveaway that he is upset. "No," you say, as coldly as you can, wanting to get away and cry for a few days. "So that's it then?" He says. "I tell you that I love you and this is how you repay me? I give you everything I have, knowing what it could do to my reputation, and this is what I get?" He scoffs. "So much for love, huh?" He would be the one to walk away from you, not having the power to throw an insult, just letting his heart slowly split in two as he feels his soul separate. He had not only lost you, but he had lost a part of himself, too.

JOHNNY was used to being left, uncared for, abandoned, and mistreated. But he never expected it from you, the one person he thought loved him. He would cry just like he did in the lot when he and Pony had that talk (Yk what I'm talking about). "Johnny," you say. "I'm sorry." "What for?" He asks, confusion written all over his face. You sigh and lift up a bag of all of the things he had given or made you during your relationship. Cards, love letters, teddies, jackets, bracelets. Everything. "I- I don't understand," he says, his eyes welling up with tears. "It's not your fault, Johnny. It's me." You say, the words breaking your heart. "I just can't do it anymore. It's too much for me. I'm sorry." "But-" "Don't." You say. "If you say anything, I'll end up running back to you and apologising. I don't want to do this, Johnny. But it's what's best."

TWO-BIT definitely thinks you're joking at first, and thinks that you're playing some sick prank on him. "Haha, very funny, sweetheart," he says. "But seriously, what did you want to say." He swings an arm over your shoulders, causing you to push him away and glare at him. "I'm not messin'" you say, watching his face drop. "Huh?" Two-bit says. "I don't understand. Why are you doin' this?" "I have to. I'm not happy, Kieth. I'm sure you'd rather be happy in the future without me than be depressed knowing that your girlfriend doesn't love you like she used to." A tear slips from his eye. "You don't love me anymore?" You shake your head, tears flowing down your face, painting the skin red. "No. I don't."

STEVE would be like Dally. He'd pretend to be so unbothered and then as soon as you leave, he'd gradually break down throughout a couple of days until he can't fight his emotions for much longer. He and Soda would sit and get so drunk to try and distract Steve from whatever was going on, Darry would constantly be checking in on him, and Dallas would be so beyond pissed at you for hurting him, you'd think there was a manhunt out for you. "Honey," Steve says. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off lately. Is it something I did?" You and Steve had been arguing a lot lately, and it was tiring the both of you out. It was either going to end now or end badly, no in-between. "I think we should break up. Not take a break - break up." You said, straight to the point. His face said all that his words didn't. His eyes pleaded for your forgiveness, the softness of his pupils melting into yours, his brown orbs absorbing you into his atmosphere like you were there for him and him only. You had to escape now before you were trapped forever. "Okay." He shrugs and leaves you there, in the middle of the street. Confused and alone. Just like you had left him.

[gonegirlaccount]

dating dallas winston hcs?🤞🤞

Yess stink🤞🤞

DATIN: DALLAS WINSTON

always snatching something up for you.

like all the time.

"Dallas this is so gorgeous....did you steal this from the store I was eyeing?" "you're broke and so am I doll. And besides, it'd look prettier on you than that stand."

You’re the one he visits first when he get out of jail.

Shows you something he snagged from the police when he comes out.

“First a ring, now the cuffs?” “He was so not payin' attention, doll, ain't my fault.”

Makes YOU give HIM piggieback rides when he’s tired

Heavy af

“Dally what are you eating, bricks?” “Not anymore.” “…I’m taking you to the doctors.”

Loves and I mean loves it when you let him play with your hair

Gives you the most horrible and ugly hairstyles

You just smile and don’t say anything

Makes you laugh during the most serious things.

“Ponyboy went missing and Darry don’t know where he went.” “..neigh.” “…PFFT-“

Gets the both of you in trouble somehow

Takes you to the movies

Popcorn fights happen.

Ends up with him having the whole thing of popcorn dumped on him.

Doesn’t know how to dance for shit, it’s like he got two left feet

So expect to fall when y’all dancing.

[sams-butt-dem0n]

stop because dallas would definitely call himself 'Ben Dover' or 'Annie Rection' and get the game banned from everyone 😭

soda as one of those kids who sets their name as “imagine losing” in kahoot and he ALWAYS wins do you see the vision

[4lydsmarie]

radio - dallas winston

“now my life is sweet like cinnamon” - radio, lana del rey

dallas winston x newgirl!reader note: reader and dallas are underage drinking, reader gets a little tipsy. dallas realizes he has a lover boy side after all..just fluff basically? a/n: this takes place in the 60s! 60s detroit has my heart of course i had to involve it just a bit. 💋

your parents had decided to move you to tulsa, against your will of course, in hopes of living a “calm small town life” in their words. you thought it was just unnecessary. you were happy back home in detroit, enjoying the motor city and it’s homey feel. moving all the way to oklahoma to live in some small town felt idiotic. but, what could you do? you’d already settled into your new “home” and it’s not like your words could convince your parents anyways. 

the cool summer breeze had sent you wandering into buck merrill’s roadhouse. you’d heard from a couple of people in your neighborhood that it was a place most people went to for drinks, fights, and just to be lonely at. while it didn’t sound appealing, the drinks part settled well into your head. drinks were never your thing, but anything would make you feel better than being at home, the moving and adjusting had been all too much for you.

arriving at buck’s, many faces looked your way. some curious, some flirtatious, some disgusted. you flashed an awkward smile as you sat down and ordered a drink for yourself.

across the bar sat dallas winston. dallas winston was known for his cold demeanor and player antics. ask anyone and they’d tell you, he had no care in the world for anyone. not even himself. 

he’d noticed you just as everyone else had. new girl for sure, but something else about you interested him. he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

lost in his thought, he hadn’t realized buck was right behind him.

“someone’s caught your eye, huh dally?” buck teased. “nah man, just lookin. hey, you got a light?” dallas avoided buck’s teasing as much as he could. but buck was right, you had caught his eye.

buck handed dallas a cigarette as dallas lit it and held it to his lips, still eyeing you closely.

you felt someone’s eyes on you, but to be honest who’s wasn’t? everyone felt eager to know who you are. it wasn’t often someone decided to settle their lives in tulsa. if anything it was more common for people to pack up and leave tulsa for good. everyone was curious to know you.

something told you to turn your head to the corner..maybe it was intuition, maybe it was just your knowledge. but you decided to do what your gut told you. 

that’s when you noticed him.

just by looking at him you could tell the kind of person he was. stuck up, unserious, to himself. he was mysterious in a way, and for some reason that drew you to him. it made you wanna know more about him. 

so being the newcomer yourself, you decided to approach him. he didn’t look any older than you..mature in face and body language but you could still tell he was your age.

as you made your way towards him you noticed him shuffle in his seat, sitting up and clearing his throat a bit. “hey” you said blankly. “hey, doll. whatsa pretty girl like you doin in this dump, huh?” the newfound nickname put a light blush on your face. luckily, neon signs filled the house, perfectly hiding in the tint. “no choice but to move here, parents forced me..” you responded, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“mm, you a soc or a grease?” dallas responded, leaning back a bit. “huh? what’s that?” your face twisted in confusion, causing dallas to let out a laugh before responding. “sorry, forgot your new doll. soc’s are the west side kids. y’know the ones that got it made. their stupid fancy cars and pathetic polo shirts. just jerks. greasers are guys like me. low-life, less money, don’t got it all like the rest do.” you didn’t know what answer to give. you sure weren’t rich and popular, yet you weren’t poor and a “low life” like he’d described.

“neither id say. i don’t live in the rich neighborhood, but not the low-life neighborhood you describe either. im just normal..” you replied. dallas nodded knowingly before changing the subject. “didn’t catch a name for ya, doll.” his new york accent strung with every word. “yn..yours?” dallas sat up in his seat, “dallas. dallas winston. the fuzz probably know my name more than anyone. call me dally.” you smiled. you’d remember that name. hell, you’d remember everything about him. from his mysterious demeanor to his thick new york accent. 

every word, every movement he made, had you wanting to know more and more about him. “and why do cops know you, dally?” he smiled at you using his nickname before he spoke. “cause i get into trouble y’know? eh at this point whenever something happens im the first the fuzz run to. jerks..” dallas muttered the last word. he’d seemed like the kind of guy who had stories to tell for days, maybe weeks. 

“enough about me doll, i wanna know about you now.” dallas smirked. “nothin much to know..” you responded hesitantly. “don’t get all shy with me doll, just wanna get to know you” dallas could see right through you, and how nervous you’d suddenly gotten. “maybe that’s enough talk..let’s drink? you a drinker?” dallas changed the subject to your comfort, something he’d never do for anyone else unbeknownst to you. there was something about you that still pulled dallas in..made him wanna know you from head to toe, whatever that meant. 

“no i’m not really a drinker but anything feels good at the moment” you laughed. dallas took this as a sign to order whatever sounded good. vodka, whiskey, even beer. just the usual, just to occupy you. you took whatever he’d given you, downing it the minute you got it and making a face of disgust. dallas laughed at the sight. “cute..” he mumbled. then, dallas had realized it. he was falling for a girl he’d barely known, his laid back “no fucks in the world” demeanor was being crushed by a new town girl. 

hours had passed, you were now drunk and tired, words seemingly slurring before you could even form a sentence. “let’s get ya home, doll” dallas said, helping you to stand and walking you out of buck’s. before he’d left, he’d asked if anyone knew where you lived. since the town wasn’t too big and you were new, it was easy for him to figure that out from anyone there.

once dallas got you home to your doorstep you were a tad bit sobered up, just enough to carry your own weight. 

“hey uh, y’know if you ever want company you can just uh, call me or somethin.. never really busy and if i don’t answer it’s cause i got in with the fuzz.” dallas said, scratching his head. you smiled at the boys pathetic yet cute words. he’d wanted your company without asking for it. “yeah sure, why not? don’t get yourself into too much trouble now, i wanna see you more dally.”

and somehow to dallas, the nickname had squeezed his heart yet again. everyone called him dally, why was it different when you said it? you’d waved goodbye to dallas and went into your house, seemingly the call for dallas to make his way back to buck’s. the whole way back, his mind was stuck on you.

you’d made his life a little more interesting, a little sweeter, a little more desireable to live in just one night. you’d made his life a little “sweet, like cinnamon”.

[bldngiris]

꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

[yankvorian-000]

Hey!! Would you be able to do just like a really cutesy dallas winston x reader, like maybe he has a soft spot for reader or sum, ik it's basic but I live for these :))

This is so cutesy patootsey i liveeeeeeee

this’ll be a pretty short one but basically headcannons

im also going to pretend Johnny and Dally didnt die because i cant cope😿😿

warnings: literally nothing just fluffy and comforting

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- despite his big bad cover up he’s gentle, and soft around you, like youre a scared cat though you tell him youre tough.

- Dally WILL defend you with his life, you and Johnny, he’ll beat up anyone to cross you.

-he cant get enough of you and those looks, the face that makes him soft, that make him yearn.

im gonna write a little oneshot guys let me cook

basically: She is a sensitive soul, often gets panicky and jumpy, but Dal is always there to comfort her, whenever she needs it.

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You start to panic, suddenly everything is so much louder, and so much more overwhelming than it was ten minutes ago. Youd had a bad day prior to all of the current happenings right now, and now you were curled up in a ball on your bedroom floor, with Dallas hushing you and rubbing your back gently as you pant,

“i got you, dollface, shhh…”

he says, his voice barely above a whisper, rubbing small figure eights along your spine soothingly. Small praises fall from his lips while he places a soft squeeze to your thigh, reassuring you.

This continues for a while as he holds you close, letting you whimper into his chest until youve calmed down.

“did so good,” he kisses your forehead gently “so good.” he whispers.

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this was so short guys i apologise Anon😿😿

hope it feeds you well 🫶🏼🫶🏼

mwah! -kat

[fantaisyummy]

He has a reputation.

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pairing: Dallas Winston x Y/n

Promote: you were at bucks party and you were talking back to dallas. Which made the people he was playing poker with make fun of me and he has a reputation to uphold.

Warning: Sexual theme, spanking, Dally being dally.

Not proof read!

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It was late. you were tired and hungry.. you were sitting on Dallas lap while he played poker with random guys at one of bucks party’s. Dallas was getting more pissed off at you by the second because of your attitude.

Dallas doesn’t want to spank you because of your attitude. That’s his favorite thing about you. That’s what made him fall for you after all.

What really makes him want to bend you over his knee and spank you raw is youre getting snippy to him. The guys have been making fun of him for being whipped.

A guy he was playing with said something and you brought a snippy comment to him. Dallas was about sick of this and he grabbed your chin to make you look him in his eyes. not enough for it so hurt but enough for you to know his mad

“What the fuck your problem doll” Dallas New York accent was thick. You could smell the cigarettes and beer from his mouth. You hated it. You usually didn’t but right now. You hated the smell. It made you more mad. Before thinking you said something that really pissed Dallas off.

“You’re my problem dal! This party sucks and you suck at fucking poker. You smell like alcohol and cigarettes learn to brush your fucking teeth.”

“We are leaving..” his teeth grind together as he picks you up and carries you to his room upstairs. The guys whistle knowing what you got coming.

You realize that you dug yourself in a hole.. there was no point of pleading you knew that. He kicks the door open and closes it putting you down.

He walks to his bed and sits down. “I have a reputation. I can’t have you ruin it”

“I know dal look in sor-“

“Lay down ass up” his voice was warning and you knew you had to listen or he’d bend you over himself and it would be worse for you. He takes your jeans off.

let’s just say that the only way your ass didn’t hurt if you were sitting on Dallas lap (not really Dallas just wanted you on his lap)

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A/N: sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing.. give me request please I’ll make a request page!

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hii I don’t know if I’m supposed to give ya a prompt like said. But I’ve been feeling angstyyyy sooo if you can no bother my love, could ya do : all of the outsider boys reacting to you (s/o) death?

A/N: Hi anon! the post for the prompts thing is here but i’m taking requests too so dw! I’m feelin the angst rn so this was perfectly timed!

The boys if their S/O d!ed

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⚠️ TW for death, implied suicidal thoughts ⚠️

Darry

He would go on living for the most part, not because he doesn’t care about the fact that you’re gone, but he just can’t afford to shut down. if he does, he risks losing Soda and Pony too.

He’d bring flowers to your grave once a week, on Wednesdays (don’t ask why i just decided this). Your favourite flowers. When the first bunch he put down dies, he gets someone he knows, (maybe Ponyboy, i feel like he’d dig arts and crafts) to either press the flowers or dry them so he always has them, even if they bring back painful memories.

To add to the whole getting flowers thing, he’d always take one out of each bunch, just like he did before your death to make sure that he replaces them as soon as they wilt.

He most likely got the call about your passing and had to tell the guys. He tried to stay calm while telling them but he broke down before he could finish.

Ponyboy

This hurts just to think about! He, unlike Darry would shut down completely. He’d be failing class, wouldn’t get out of bed and would hardly eat. If we count it as after Johnny and Dally die, that would be 3 people he cared about that died (other than his parents)

If you two watched the sunset together often i feel like he’d never watch it again. it would be too painful for him.

Whenever he gets into an argument with Darry he runs out of the house and straight to your grave. He’d sit there and vent to you and eventually fall asleep there. the guys probably put a bench by your grave so he’d sleep there.

I think that after he was functional again, he’d get very cold and bitter, kinda like Dally. He’d get into fights all the time and would start acting out. He just doesn’t know how to cope with you gone..

Sodapop

Sodapop would go to your grave everyday after work and just talk to you about his day. he would fill you in on everything going on with the guys, any rumbles or fights with socs, stuff like that.

I honestly think that if Soda was serious about your relationship he would have given you a promise ring. I think that even after you were gone he would keep wearing it and maybe even put yours on a chain and wear that under his t-shirt, right next to his heart.

If it was a violent death? He would completely stop fighting, he would only see it as a constant reminder of what happened to you, he would realise that it really didn’t do any good.

He wouldn’t fully shut down but i think he would stop hanging out with the guys so much and would get very quiet. He wouldn’t be his laughing, wild self anymore. He knows that isn’t what you would’ve wanted but how could he keep on joking when you were gone? how could he ignore it?

Dally

Dally would go on hating and fighting more than he ever did. The world took so much from him and now it took you too? Why should he care about anyone or anything if you weren’t there anymore.

He’d spend a lot of time at your grave. No talking, he’d just sit there and smoke a cigarette. Sometimes he’d silently cry, but he hates crying out in the open.

Dally would blame himself. It doesn’t matter how you passed away, he would look at every detail of the days leading up to your death and see if there was any moment where he could’ve done something to stop it. if it was a violent death, could he have stopped you from getting into that situation in the first place? if it was an accident, could he have stopped it from happening, could he have made it so that it was him instead?

Steve

Steve would be kind of like Dally. He’d hate and fight more than ever. How could the world be so cruel that he’d take you from him?

I feel like it could be his first proper experience with loss, which is different to the others that i’ve written about so far. He really wouldn’t know how to cope. he’d try to go on living, then he would shut down for a while, then he would probably just have to get out of town for a while.

I honestly think he’d do something drastic. Rob a gas station or snap and start a fight with his dad or something. He would get very reckless too. where he would be careful when competing in drag races, now he would speed up if anything.

He is so afraid of forgetting your face. He keeps a picture of you in his jacket pocket to make sure he doesn’t forget but he realises he’s starting to forget the smaller things like how you’d make this particular face when you’re being sarcastic, and how your face would light up when someone mentioned your favourite things.

Two-Bit

Two would start drinking even more, you were lucky to see him sober. He’d stop hanging out with the guys.

He would be angry for a while. Angry that you left him here alone. Of course he knows deep down that it’s not your fault but he can’t help it. Two probably went to your grave one day, drunker than ever. He started giving out that you left him and ended up throwing his bottle of beer at your headstone. That snapped him out of it. He picked everything up and cleaned the headstone best he could.

After the angry phase is gone he would start to write you letters filling you in on everything. He couldn’t bring himself to go to your gave so he just pretended you had moved far away. He puts them in a big box under his bed. He considered burning them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it

He sometimes forgets you’re not there though. Say if he’s doing something he might yell “Y/N could you pass me the ___” then remember you’re not there and just sits down and cries, even a few years after.

Johnny

Johnny really can’t deal with it. With his parents being so bad and you being his main support, he couldn’t take it anymore.

I honestly think that he would run away, let everyone forget him. Sometimes he would consider the ways to see you again, but luckily someone always snaps him out of it.

He hangs out with the guys more than ever, it keeps him from shutting down completely. they become his main support, but he’s even more quiet, he sits a little outside of the group when in the curtis’ house.

After a few months of grieving he remembers a list you guys wrote about all your hopes and dreams. So he decides that he’s going to complete everything on it. He lives for the two of you.

[hi-satan]

[therumbleof1967]

helloooo i was wondering if u could do fem reader x drunk dallas? and he’s being like super duper clingy and touchy and lovey. (if for any reason u r not comfortable thats okay!)

tysmm!!

A Night With Dallas

The neon lights of the bar flickered as you stepped inside, glancing around for your boyfriend, Dallas Winston. He was your opposite in many ways—wild, reckless, and often carefree to the point of chaos. You, on the other hand, preferred to keep your life organized and sober, particularly when it came to nights like these.

Dallas had always seen your clarity as a challenge, and tonight was no exception. You found him leaning against the bar, a drink already in hand, his trademark grin stretching across his face as he caught sight of you.

“Hey, babe! You made it!” he yelled, his voice slightly slurred but filled with excitement. With a mix of concern and affection, you approached him.

“Dally, are you already drunk?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just a little buzzed,” he replied, winking at you like it was the most innocent thing in the world. You shook your head, unable to suppress your smile.

He pushed away from the bar, closing the distance between you and pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the faint scent of whiskey mingling with his usual cologne. He was so clingy—it was cute, really. He was never like this though, never. He typically was cold and mean to everyone, he had lots to drink tonight.

“Stay close,” he mumbled against your shoulder, his voice muffled as he nuzzled you. “Don’t want anyone else to take my favorite girl.”

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m not going anywhere, Dally. Promise.”

As the night wore on, you watched him interact with his friends, jumping from table to table, sharing laughs and stories. You couldn’t help but feel a bit protective though. Even when he was with his gang, he always found his way back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.

“Look at you, all sober and responsible,” he teased, tilting your chin up so he could meet your gaze. “I like it.” His eyes sparkled under the dim lights, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Only because someone has to keep you out of trouble,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. Dally just smirked, unfazed by the implication.

As the drinks continued to flow, you could see Dallas becoming more animated. His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along, despite the slight anxiety of watching him drink too much.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested after what felt like hours of socializing. “Just you and me.” He grabbed your hand, his grip comforting and possessive, as he led you outside into the cool night air.

Once outside, he pulled you close again, his body pressed against yours. “You’re so cute when you’re all serious, but I like it when you loosen up,” he said, his breath warm against your face. Dally leaned in closer, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. It was soft, sweet, and filled with a warmth that made you forget about his drinking for a moment.

“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” you murmured against his lips, but there was a smile on your face as you said it.

“Maybe,” he said, voice playful, “but right now, I just want you.” He squeezed you tighter, swaying slightly on his feet.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a dork when you’re drunk, you know that?”

Dallas laughed, his laughter bright and carefree. “Yeah, but I’m your dork, right?”

“Always,” you replied, your heart swelling as he looked at you with that familiar spark.

As you began to walk hand-in-hand, Dallas suddenly stopped, pulling you away from the streetlight glow. He leaned against the wall, groaning dramatically. “Why can’t we just stay here forever? Just you and me. This world sucks.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re really getting philosophical now, aren’t you? Is that the whiskey talking?”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I mean it. You make everything better.” His eyes softened, and for a moment, the playful mean Dallas disappeared, revealing the boy who cared deeply.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” you reassured him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I know,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. “And I love that about you. But… just don’t ever leave me, ‘kay?”

“Never,” you promised, feeling the weight of his words as you leaned in for another kiss, savoring the warmth of the moment—drunk Dallas and sober you, both wrapped up in each other’s hearts.

As the two of you stood there under the stars, a sense of peace washed over you. Whatever the world threw at you, you knew that together, you could face it all.

[dallyicious]

request for Dallas.

Can you do a Dallas Winston bot inspired by the song “Casual” by Chappell Roan?

Like user gets in a fight with Dallas cus he’s saying their relationship is causal, when it is very much NOT causal. Such a good song and your bots are AMAZING!!! thanks so much!!!

🚬 | Casual (REQ)

[sams-butt-dem0n]

Dallas Winston x soc reader (1)

• Dallas would be so different when it's just the two of you. He is so soft and gentle, always wanting to be close to you but never being whiny about it. • His hands always have to be touching a part of you, whether that's an arm around your waist when you're out with the gang or his hands under your shirt when you cuddle. • Speaking of cuddling, Dally would never admit to being addicted to being in your arms or you being in his. It would simply ruin his tuff facade.

• However, especially at the start of the relationship, Dally would act like he has no clue who you are. He would easily walk past you and not even give you a glance. • This continued for a while until you got caught up with some of the socs who lived down your street, they were following you and hollering sexual insults at you, trying to see if you could help them get "busy". • Dallas just so happened to be waiting outside the school for you so he could watch you walk past and then catch up with Pony and he saw what trouble you were in. • At first, he stayed well away from you, on the other side of the street with Ponyboy, just watching to make sure you got home safe. • Then one of the socs made a huge mistake by lifting up your skirt and trying to take a peek, his friends all laughing along. • You had never seen Dally so angry in the years you had known him. He was practically purple in the face and you were sure that if life was a cartoon, he'd have smoke coming out of his ears. •Safe to say that Dally never left your side whenever he was out with you and if he heard that you had been walking alone, you'd have your ear chewed off by him the next time you saw him.

• He would definitely blush whenever you call him handsome and although you may not agree, he LOVES when you say that he's pretty. • He definitely gets a little insecure sometimes, especially when he's in the cooler but you know that's just because Sylvia fucked him over so many times. • When he gets out, he hugs you so tight and asks you so many questions about what you've been up to without him and how you must have been "so bored" with him not there. • He also gets a little insecure about how you could leave him for a soc, someone like you, someone who could buy you anything you want (I mean he steals whatever you want but that's not the point).

• Your parents were definitely against the two of you dating for the first two or three months, always telling you that he would break your heart or get you into serious trouble. • Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of convincing them that he was a good guy, they finally allowed him over to the house. • They wanted to meet this supposedly amazing Dallas Winston you kept banging on about before they made their final judgement. • He was surprisingly polite; didn't smoke in front of them; took his shoes off so he "didn't ruin the carpet" • After that, your mom loved him and was constantly asking when he was next coming over. • But don't you think for one minute that your door is allowed to be fully closed, if your dad can't fit his head through the gap then you're both in serious trouble.

• Despite all of this sappiness and love, Dally is still the tuffest guy you know.

A/N: If you want any more of these, just let me know. I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments and please feel free to ask me anything in my bio :)

[gonegirlaccount]

hey bsf. you totally don't have to do this but it could kinda be like a part two to the last dally fic. after they all find out darry decides to give their relationship a week trial run and if he doesn't like it or something bad happens they have to break up. i saw this idea somewhere forever ago but i can't find the author😭 thsnks babe!

(A/N: my slow ass had to re-read this twice 😭 but I got you stink!!!🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽)

“Uh-Oh!” Curtis!Fem!reader X Dallas Winston. Part 2

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After the long conversation you had with your brothers about you dating Dally, Darry came up with something.

It made you upset to hear when Darry said “I don’t like this relationship but I’ll give it a chance. For a week. If I don’t like it or see something bad that I don’t like ya doing (Y/N), then you and Dally will have to break up.” You felt tears prick at your eyes. “That ain’t fair! You all be hanging out with greasers and stuff but when I date one, it’s a total headache for you all! That ain’t fair!” You argued with your oldest brother.

“(Y/N), if ya don’t start listenin’, I’ll start restricting you from seeing him from now on till you die.” Darry stated firmly. You gave an annoyed sigh and looked away, upset . “Fine.” You grumbled.

But you started thinking about it. It’s simple! Just bring Dallas over to the house and act all good and stuff, Darry will have no choice but to let you date him!

Easy, right?

Wrong.

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Almost everytime you and Dally went out for one of y’alls midnight adventures, somebody from the gang was always tailing the both of ya! But the most annoying out of them all was Two-Bit.

He wasn’t even discreet or sneaky about it! He just came up and wrapped his arms around both of you whenever it was his time to spy on y’all. (More like third wheel.)

On the fourth day, Dallas did something bad. He shoplifted. A beautiful necklace just for you. You loved it and thought it was the most stunning jewelry ever but you knew Darry would instantly make you break up if he saw it.

So you hid it. In your bra drawer. And it was successful! Darry never found out about it. So Dally kept shoplifting and bring your more beautiful jewelry. And you’d give him the sweetest kiss ever as a thank you to him.

Fortunately, the gang never saw him do this but if they did, they kept quiet about it.

But then on the fifth, almost close to the end of the week, Pony told on you again. You got upset and you kept asking why he would do this to his sweet older sister.

He told you it was because he wanted you to be safe and not get into trouble because you’re his sister and you’re the best thing ever(even though you were mad at him, his reason was cute enough to cool down your anger). He told Soda, who told Darry, who told you to come to the living room, with Dallas.

“Shoplifting jewelry? Then puttin’ it on her? She could go to jail for Christ’s sake Dally! And she’s a good girl.” Darry scolds Dallas.

“Darry, please, he was just tryna show me he’s a good boyfriend! Darry, please, pretty please, let me stay with him! I…I love him!” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in a beggar way.

Darry looked at you then looked away. He knew what you were doing. You we’re using the puppy dog eyes on him. He hated the fact you could get whatever your heart desired. And it desired Dallas.

He sighed, upset as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N…” He began. “Yes!” You perked up, looking up at him. “If I let you continue to date Dallas, do you promise me you won’t get in trouble with the police, you won’t get pregnant, you won’t do anything dangerous that could possibly kill you or somebody else?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Oh, thank you Darry!” You smiled and hugged him tightly. He sighed and smiled, hugging you back and patting your head.

Dallas just grinned at the scene and started to leave before you turned to him. “Wait Dally! I’ll be with ya in a second.” You said, letting go of your brother and putting back your sneakers on.

“Don’t teach her how to do anything illegal Dally!” He yelled out after the both of you.

“Too late Darry!” Dallas laughed and so did you.

That’s when you saw Darry come out of the house with his shoes on. He was coming after the both of you. Well more specifically, Dally.

“Uh-oh!” You and Dallas laughed before running off and away to somewhere.

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I tried my best with this yall🫶🏽

[4lydsmarie]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a fic where reader and dally are at bucks drinking and having fun and reader is sitting on dallys lap while he plays poker or something with some random guys and she's just so fixated on his hands. like, she's playing around with the rings on his fingers, playing with his fingers, tracing his veins, anything. and dally being his cocky self is like "you sure do like my hands, huh doll?" and she gets all shy and clingy and stuff and after awhile they eventually go up to dallys room and cuddle (sorry if this is too specific lmao😣)

handsy - dallas winston

in which: yn just can't stop playing with dallas' fingers..and of course he notices. requested by @mattdillonwhore

a/n: no bc I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA.. i feel like dallas would def get so cocky to yn cause it's literally his nature?? also he loves to see yn get flustered or embarrassed IT'S JS SO DALLAS CODED. PLEASEE send more reqs i actually love this SO MUCH. also warning there's a lil makeout scene but nothing too crazy😋! this ff is so much shorter than my other one wtf i did not execute properly..

being at buck's was nothing out of the ordinary for you and dally on the average night. drinks getting passed around, red neon lights filling the atmosphere, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air, it was all a regular for you and dallas.

you sat on dallas' lap as he played poker with some other guys from the town. trying to fixate on something so you wouldn't be so bored you fell asleep, your eyes landed on to dally's hands.

something about his hands attracted you..the rings on his fingers and the veins leading up to his bicep, all of it tempted you in a way. you began to just play with his rings, turning them and examining them.

and this wasn't something new either, dallas was very used to you finding interest in his rings. hell, sometimes he'd even let you wear them. not for long though.

then your eyes trailed up to his veins, slowly running your fingers over each one of them, following the path they led up to his arms. and you did this to each one, taking what seemed like mental notes in your head about his veins. which one was bigger, which one felt best, which was your favorite, and all things related.

dallas kept an intense focus on his poker game though, his bets were important to him and he hadn't really realized what you'd occupied yourself with.

that was until he shifted his attention to you for a moment, examining how you'd play with his rings and trace his veins. finally, he spoke "didn't know my hands were that interesting. you sure do like 'em, huh doll?"

your stomach dropped and cheeks flushed as you'd heard dallas. you moved your hands back onto your lap as well. "no need to be shy, it's alright. nothin' but you gettin a little handsy, can't say i don't like it doll." dallas smirked. his cockiness was apparent to you, only making you even more flustered than before. dallas' smirk only deepened, turning into a cocky grin.

"dallll" you whined, looking down at your lap. dallas let out a laugh as he raised your chin "look at me doll." he smirked. you looked at him as he pulled you into a kiss. he only deepened the kiss as you two sat there.

"hey man, get a room!" one guy from the other side of the table yelled, causing you two to split apart. "alright alright, not my fault i just wanna show some lovin' to my broad." dallas said putting his hands up in defeat. "if you're gonna suck faces then get outta here" another guy added, throwing his poker chips onto the table "hey man watch your tone with me, alright? you probably wish this was you huh?" dallas snapped back at the guys. you knew this was your queue to intervene before things got serious as the man stood up yelling to dallas a little louder.

"dal, let's just go upstairs to your room alright? he's not worth fighting for." you said to dallas, putting your hands on his chest and pushing him back. "yeah yeah, man i hate guys like that..total jerks you know? man he's lucky you stopped me, cause if not i would've-" "enough dal." you interrupted him mid sentence, sensing that he was only starting to grow annoyed.

dallas let out a huff before he'd raised his head, as if a lightbub went off in his head. "hey, now i remember why we're even up here" he said, opening the door to his room. "someone couldn't keep her hands to herself, ain't that right? ya like my hands, doll?" his new york accent rang thick as he spoke. the flushed expression had returned to your face, looking down to your feet to avoid eye contact with dallas.

"c'mere" dallas said, sitting on his mattress. you did as he said as he pulled you into his lap, immediately kissing you. the kiss became more passionate by the moment, dallas letting his hands roam around his waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck and played with his hair.

this lasted for what seemed like forever before you'd both pulled away, nearly gasping for air.

"let's go to bed dal" you said, plopping down beside him on the mattress. "yeah, y'know maybe when you sleep you'll even dream about my hands." dallas joked as he laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "haha very funny..night dal." you slurred before falling asleep. "night, doll." dallas replied, drifting off just as you'd done.

[lilyxlovelyy]

Hi lovely! I’d love to see you write a one shot of Dallas Winston smut with hyper fem reader. Maybe they could be at bucks and making up for lost time bc Dally just got out of jail? Thank you 😊

Dallas x hyper fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral f receiving, breast attention, very slight daddy kink hehe, don’t think there is anything else but idk

• Authors note: Hiii i am so glad u asked this cause i have been looking for inspiration and i love this idea!!

About 1k words.

You were over at the Curtis house because dal was supposed to be in jail for another six weeks so you had been spending some extra time there.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t live without dallas it was just that after a few months you have grown to miss him, his voice, his touch, everything about him you craved more than ever.

The gang was all over watching movies, playing cards, eating all of Darry’s food and such when suddenly Twobit noticed a special someone walking up to the house.

“Hey, YN you might wanna see this!” He said watching out the window so you got off the couch and peeked out from behind the curtain.

Your eyes widened when you saw Dallas walking up the driveway with a cigarette between his fingers. You quickly scrambled out the door running as fast as your legs could carry you until you were safely in his arms.

“Woah there princess” he said with a chuckle his New York accent shining through, you just giggled in response while still holding onto him. As he He slung his arms around you he felt the heat and wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Miss me that much, huh’” he grinned before finally pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah…” you mumbled softly with a cheeky smile.

“Well lets take you home and take care of that shall we”

“aren’t you going to say hello to the guys?” You asked softly and he shrugged

“eh they’ll see me later” he grinned and began walking back down the street so you quickly followed after him.

When you had made it back to bucks there was a party going on, you could tell by the red lights glowing from inside; but the party didn’t bother you because you both went straight up to his room not caring to say ‘hey’ to anyone.

He shut the door behind him and made sure to lock it securely.

Once the door was locked you latched you hungry lips onto his. The taste of cigarettes and prison food clung to his lips but you didn’t care, all you cared about was him. Finally being back in his arms.

His rough hands roamed over your body until he laid you down on his bed. He swiftly pulled your little dress down over your head carelessly throwing it away before moving his hands to your breasts. Groping and squeezing them. As little moans slip from your mouth. he grins and rips off your bra.

“Fuck I’ve been dreaming of these tits for months.” He smirks before leaning down and taking one in his mouth and sucking hard.

You entangled your fingers into his scruff hair. As you tug on his dark locks he scraps his teeth against your nipple. As he continues to suckle at your nipples you moved one of your hands down to your clothed cunt and rubbing hard.

“Aww baby you want daddy to touch you?” He smirks and you looked up at him with a soft whimper escaping from your lips.

He moves his hands down your body, over your hips and finally tracing his finger over you cunt.

“Your soaked doll” he growls as he peppers kisses down your neck which earns a moan from you. He slowly slips a finger inside your wet heat feeling the juices run down his finger. He doesn’t waste time to add another finger pumping them in and out at a fast pace. Your mouth is ajar as he continually pumps them in and out making moans spill from your soft lips.

“You gonna cum babydoll?” He asks as he peppered soft kisses over your soft tummy.

“Mhmmmh y-yes” you whimper as he roughly shoves his fingers deeper into you.

“Good girl” he whispers quietly as you cum over his fingers. He brings his fingers to your lips

“taste yourself baby” he smirks and you waste no time to wrap your mouth around his two fingers and suck off the sweet taste of your juices.

He smirks before pulling his fingers out and moving them to your hips. He grins before burying his face between your thighs.

“I gotta taste you first” he mumbles before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.

“Fuck I missed this” he groans against your dripping pussy making vibrations course through your body earning another whimper from you. as he lapped his tongue over your clit before digging his tongue back into your hole.

“Mhmmmh fuck” he groans, his voice muffled by cunt.

“Ohhhh I’m cumming again” you cry out and wrapped your legs around his neck pulling him closer. If that was even possible.

He rarely gave oral but he missed you so much he needed to taste you right from the source. As you came he licked it up with his tongue tasting all your sweet juices.

Once he caught his breath he quickly pulled away and moved his hands from you down to his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with ease and threw it aside along with his jeans.

You stared at his cock with lust in your eyes. He gave it one stroke before lining it up with your cunt and thrusting in. He was never the type of guy to go slow or really take his time but especially not now, he needed you and he needed it now.

He continues his rough assault on your pussy as your screamed out in pleasure. He bent his head down to roughly kiss and bite at your neck.

As you got closer to yet another orgasm he brought one of his hands down and started to rub your aching clit which sent you over the edge to extreme bliss.

As you pulsed around his cock he could feel he was about to cum.

“Fuck are you on the pill” he asked between grunts to which you simply shook your head so he swiftly pulled out and came all over your chest.

He collapsed beside you.

“Oh fuck” you breathed.

Your heart was pounding against your chest but Dallas wasn’t finished with you as he carried you to the bathroom.

[spikedhe4rt]

Hi! Could you make a story where dally and yn go on a date and it’s like SUPER sweet

Dallas x Reader Fluff

Word Count: 1254

I got up from bed and immediately checked my calendar in excitement. It was the day of my and Dallas's date. At first, I was skeptical of the Dallas Winston wanting to go out on a date but I finally gave in. He has too much playboy past but said he was willing to change. I took a deep breath and headed to my bathroom.

I opened my shower curtain and turned on the hot water. I quickly watched my body thoroughly before rushing out of the shower. I shivered when the cold air hit my body and face, before drying off thoroughly. I grabbed my makeup, thinking about the look I wanted to do. I wanted to do something simple glam since were only going to the dingo and drive in.

I applied foundation all over my face not forgetting my neck or ears. Then with concealer i apply to my under eyes, chin, nose and forehead and blend out with a beauty blender. Then I set my face with some loose setting powder. I finished with some blush and lipstick.

Once I returned to my room, I grabbed my outfit and finished getting ready. I added my favorite earrings and I was all finished. After a couple minutes, I heard a hard knock on my door. I perked up excitedly, knowing it was my date. I opened it to find a nervous-looking Dallas. 'Hi, Dally" I said as I beamed. He gave me a toothy smile back, “Hi, y/n. this is for you by the way” He pulled a slightly wilted rose from behind his back.

“Thank you. I love it, you ready to go?” he nodded then grabbed my hand. He took me to his car and even opened the door for me. Dallas Winston being a real gentleman? He started the car and started to drive, using one hand to drive. I look at him, his hair blowing in the wind from the open window.

“So where are you taking me, Winston?” He shook his head and smiled, a real smile. “I wanted to take you to the dingo, that okay?” I nodded, examining his handsome features. “What are you staring at? Do i have something on my face” he asked, looking panicked. I giggled “No, you just look so handsome today” He winked at me and focused on the road.

Once we got there, he got out the car and told me to wait. He hurriedly ran to my side and opened my car door. I swooned at his kindness. “C’mon babe” We walked in the dingo, music inside playing loudly and laughter echoing through out. He walked me to a table in the corner kind of secluded from the rest. I sat down across from his chair and grabbed my menu. He grabbed his quickly to start browsing it. I guess were both hungry.

“What are you gonna get doll?” I looked up at him, smiling a bit. “I think im gonna get a orange juice” He told me he was gonna get the same thing. I chuckled at him. “So how long have you lived here?” I asked trying to start up a conversation. “Well I moved here when I was about 10 or 11 from New York. I needed to get away from there” He answered skeptically. I nodded in understanding. “I get it. I loved Michigan but it just to boring and I needed some more in my life” I told him.

After that, the waiter Tanya came to talk our order, “I’ll get the old fashioned chicken” and “I want the baked ham sandwich…please” We said hurriedly. She took our orders and left quickly. “You look really nice today Y/n” I blushed at his words. “Thank you!” I replied trying to not squeal. I can’t wait to tell my friends about this.

Tanya came back to the scene with two plates. She tilted her head with a sweet smile, looking at us “First date huh?” Dallas looked at her shocked. How could she sense it? “Y-yea” She laughed at his nervousness before setting down our plates. “Enjoy lovebirds” I gave her a “thank you” before she walked away.

We began to eat and converse. “So before we go any further, I want to make you really like me. Not anyone else just me” I looked at him strange, getting caught off guard by his question. “Of course, I like like you, Dallas. Theres absolutely no one else baby” He smiled. “You’re perfect you know that?” I giggled at him and his words. “Well I try” I said with a small wink. He chuckled at my antics.

We finished our food and were driving to the drive in. Once we got there, we snuck under the gate. Were still greasers after all. He got me a coke and we shared a popcorn. It was one of those random beach movies so we spent the whole time mostly talking. I learned a lot about him. We talked about our childhoods and what it would be like to get out of this town.

I talked about going to Texas one day. “Im being serious as a funeral, Dally. How does someone named dallas not like Texas” I laughed at my own jokes. He playfully rolled his eyes “Hardy Har-har, doll.” I was still cracking up at my self still. “Im sorry. Would this make you feel better?” I gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling confident in the moment. He laughed along with me after that.

We finished the movie soon after, almost being kicked out for being too loud. He decided to drive his car to bucks and walk me home since it wasn’t that far. As we walked, it felt peaceful. The town was silent for once, or at-least it felt like it was with him. We walked side to side in silence for a while till i stopped dead in my tracks. Dallas stopped with me, looking confused. I held out my hand for him to grab, looking in his eyes for acceptance. He grabbed my hand immediately with a small smirk.

I leaned towards him, our bodies nestled against each other. “Ive never seen Tulsa be this quiet.” he said, breaking the silence. “I thought it was just me.” I replied. He shook his head slightly as we continued to walk. We arrived at my porch soon after, wishing we had more time in secret.

I turned to him face-to-face. “This is it huh? I had a really good time tonight, Dal.” He smiled down at me. “So did I. I have an idea to make it better tho” I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Dallas started to bring his hands down to my butt but quickly caught himself, situating them at my waist. I smiled, taking his hands back down. The kiss was fierce and passionate. We stayed there for about 4 minutes before pulling away breathless.

“Ive been needing to do that all day, Dal” He smiled. “Me too. I’ll tell you what…” he leaned into me, mouth close to my ear to whisper “we’ll save the rest for our next dates.” I giggled at his words. I gave him one last kiss before walking back up to my door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dal” I said as i blew him a kiss. He caught it and put it in his pocket, starting to walk away. “Bye doll.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this. Im finally out of school so I have so much free time so I will be writing more. Let me know if you guys want this to be a series because I really like these two’s relationship. My request box is always open!! Love you guys!!! 💗