#dallas winston fanfic

[cranberrv]

dating dallas winston headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n : aghhh first post on here!! lowk kind of nervous, but i thought this would be a strong way to start since everyone loves dal <3 i really hope you enjoy lovelies !! requests are open ! ( not proofread btw, ignore any mistakes <3 )

- dating dal is something special, because he doesn’t really do long-term

- so people know that you’re different, a girl he actually wants to keep in his life for a while

- it’s electric, to say the least. it’s hard to keep your hands off each other

- even in a non sexual manner, he finds himself always wanting to touch you in some way

- keep in mind he is much less than a gentleman, forgetting to open doors for you and not bringing you flowers on dates

- but he cares. and that’s something

- small gestures like a hand around your waist or always keeping an eye on you at parties. brushing down a fly away piece of your hair with his hand, making sure he’s on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, to keep you safe.

- that’s how you know he cares about you, not through grand, movie-like gestures

- sometimes he cares a bit too much, getting too overprotective

- some drunk guy talks to you at the bar? he mysteriously leaves with a black eye. and god forbid someone touches you in a manner he doesn’t approve of, someone might be ending up in the hospital.

- you get into arguments about that sort of thing, saying he’s being too dramatic or that you were capable of defending yourself.

- actually, you get into arguments about everything

- he’s usually the one to start them. if he’s in a bad mood, he will find anything to argue about. wether you teased him and he took offence, or you stole his jacket because it was chilly

- he’s defensive and cocky, and will not end an argument until he gets the last word in

- maybe muttering some rude name at you under his breath, or interrupting you until you finally give up

- you should not expect to win any arguments with him and his stubbornness

- he’s not gonna apologize either, unless it’s something really serious, like if he made you cry

- then he’ll ghost you for a few days, then come back and apologize

- other than that, most arguments either end in cuddling or him ghosting you for a week or so

- speaking of cuddling, he only really likes it whenever he’s tired or tipsy. he’ll lazily wrap his arms around you in bed, and keep you there. there’s no way you’re getting up

- rubbing your back with his hand, holding you to his chest, planting kisses on your head are normal occurrences during these peaceful moments

- cuddling him is about as rare as the northern lights, so you take advantage of it

- other than that, most nights end in make-out sessions

- sleepy kisses are his absolute favourite, his lips lazily caressing yours

- he’s always in control, don’t even try

- his big hand holding your head in place, and his other hand holding your waist

- he loves kissing you. everywhere he possibly can. head, lips, cheek, forehead, neck, shoulder, everywhere.

- he loves making out at the drive-in (or more cough cough), it’s so risky and he looooves PDA

- he often takes you to the drive-in or the dingo for dates, nothing fancy

- he always picks you up at your house, he doesn’t wanna meet you there in case you’re first and it looks like he’s late

- the torn leather of the passengers car seat becomes a common place for you to sit, he loves driving around with you

- your parents don’t trust him or his driving, based on the amount of times dates have been cut short because he’s been pulled over and taken to the police station for speeding

- so because of your parents aversion to him, whenever he wants to visit you, he just sneaks into your bedroom

- he thinks he’s being subtle with that, but yet your parents can always smell the cigarette smoke and leather the next day

- in conclusion, dating dallas can be very layered and complicated, but overall, very fun and exhilarating <3

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[jaidens]

idrk if u still do outsiders stuff 😕 but if u do can you please do a dallas winston x reader fic where reader has a younger sibling that annoys them when they’re together 🙏🙏

miss americana & the heartbreak prince !

pairing [s] : dallas winston x reader

warning [s] : hey outsiders.. 😞

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pattering noise against your door makes you moan, putting out the cigarette against the ashtray and you answer whoever is behind it. Your little sister pokes her head inside, a mischievous grin across her face. Dallas greets her as he saunters into your room, muscles stretching through his white tank.

It had been known to you that your little sister, Dorothea, had an insignificant crush against your boyfriend. It was quite hilarious— watching her kiss his cheeks and cuddle up into him. Even though when he would leave, it was all fight and no play.

“Hey sweetheart,” The New York accent rings within his words, but your sister kicks her feet and hugs Dallas in her small arms. “How have you been?” She pulls away from him and smiles, her two front teeth missing are adorable, and you laugh at her.

“I’ve been good! I got an A on my project about flamingos! Did you know that they aren't always pink—” She's cut off when you chuck a shirt at her doll, hitting the pink ribbons that are tied in small bows around her hair. Her expression turns from happiness to immediate anger when her doll falls against the floor.

Dallas turns his head at you and you swear they have identical expressions of ‘why did you do that?’. “Why did you do that? You hurt Betty!”

Dallas looks even more offended than her, picking up Betty and gently dropping her in Dorothea’s arms. He stands up, pats her head, and walks over to you. Within a second, Dorothea follows Dallas to your bed. He lays down next to you and kisses you. “Move over!” Dorothea screeches and pushes in-between you and your boyfriend. Inherently, she's closer to Dallas and she lets him tickle her sides.

“Get out Dora! Leave me and Dal alone.” You snap at her and she sticks her tongue out at you, waving her hands in the air. “Shoo!” You say once more, slapping her side. She stands up and walks away, slamming the door behind her.

You and Dallas are finally alone, as you watch him puff on a cigarette while telling you a story about something that had apparently happened at Buck’s earlier that day. You're running your finger down his chest. You're cuddled up with him when you hear another obnoxious knock. “Mommy said you have to let me stay with you guys!” Dorothea yells through the crack of your door. You roll your eyes and Dallas puts out his cigarette once more.

She's crying outside of your door and Dallas can't help but not to laugh. His arm wraps around you and pulls you into his shoulder. He kisses your forehead and pulls you close. You're relaxed then once again, your name is screeched. “C’mon! Let me in!”

“Nope! Goodbye!”

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[n1nicou]

Loves wound, loves cure

pairings: dallas winston x reader

summary: dallas winston is a stubborn man, causing a fight between the two of you. but when you come to him all beaten, it seems like the fight has long left his mind, his only concern being you.

a.n: sorry i haven’t posted in three months, i had mid years and school is really eating my ass right now!!! 😀😀🤩🤩 (math and science can go fuck themselves!!!) anyway eat this up yall cause lord knows when im posting a new fic 😭

"fine! don’t want me to talk?" you shouted at dallas with an angry tone before getting up from the couch and making your way to your front door.

"where ya goin'?!" dallas said as he immediately shot up from the couch, seeing you move to the front door.

"we’ll talk when i feel like talkin'!" you said as you looked back at dallas with your eyebrows furrowed together. your was blood boiling with anger, but you couldn't ignore the hint of sadness deep inside your chest.

fights between you and dallas weren’t uncommon. when you did fight, it would always be over something stupid that would end with the both of you making up. dallas never said sorry, not with his pride and ego he did, but he found other ways to apologize to you. more subtle, but obvious enough for you to pick up on. however, tonight was a different story. you and dallas had been going on and on about something he had done.

you and dallas had been at the dingo all night, which was fun for the first few hours until some broad thought it was a good idea to try and sweet talk dallas, which you obviously did not enjoy. dallas, in his end, didn’t seem to mind the lousy and annoying flirtatious comments the girl made. not that he condoned to the girl's advances or try to flirt back with her, but the occasional smirk would appear on his face which only encouraged the girl to continue.

you watched as the scene unfolded, your eyebrows furrowed together when you noticed that dallas wasn't rejecting her advances. you knew dallas liked to have his fun, tease and bother girls, but not initiating anything as you were his first real girlfriend, which was strange for him. so when you both came back to your place, after ignoring him the whole rest of the night and finally blowing up on him after he profusely kept asking you why you were acting like this, he didn’t really understand why you were so upset. to dallas, it was just harmless fun, he wouldn’t do anything with her.

so there you two were, arguing back and forth for a while before dallas’s anger got a hold of him and he yelled at you to shut up.

and this is exactly the way you found yourself in this situation, walking out of your house as you just weren't able to deal with dallas right now. as much as dallas protested, you ignored his words, your mind filled with anger and disappointment.

dallas laid down on the flimsy couch of the curtis home, a cigarette between his fingers. he tried his best to be mad at you, wondering what your damn problem was, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty.

the image of your angry but sad and upset face plaged dallas's mind, making him wonder if maybe he was too harsh with you. however, dallas's deep thinking was suddenly stopped when he heard the door of the curtis house slam open. dallas sat up from the couch and turned his head to the front door, expecting to see johnny coming to find refuge from his own house or a guy from the gang.

there you were, your lip busted open, your nose bleeding. open cuts and gashes trailed down from your forehead to your jaw. you were shaking violently as tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness burning your open wounds and broken sobs leaving your bleeding lips. with your blurry vision, you were able to see dallas, who you hadn’t expected to see at the curtis house.

dallas wasn’t sure who came up to whom first. whether you rushed to dallas first or he rushed to you first, it didn’t really matter, as dallas was now right in front of you, looking down at you with concern.

“jesus christ, the hell happened to you, y/n?!” dallas asked with an impatient and angry tone. despite his angry demeanor, dallas’s fingers reached to gently cup your chin.

you were in too much shock to even utter a single word. you looked up at dallas, eyes full of fear, as tears ran down you cheeks. you opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were a few broken sobs and his name.

“d-dally…” you croaked out in a shaky voice. dallas felt his heart break at your pained voice. he soon understood that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you unless you calmed down first. dallas gently picked you up in his arms before placing you down on the flimsy leather couch. your hand tightly gripped his forearm, tears still running down your bruised and cut cheeks.

dallas thought that if he made one wrong move, you would shatter like glass. his rough and calloused hand gently cupped your cheek, looking right down at you.

"'s alright, dally's here... relax, sweet girl, i got you..." dallas whispered in a soft and gentle tone, such a gentle tone. the kind of tone he had never ever used on a single soul, not even on you before this. the kind of tone he wouldn't be caught dead using on anyone, anyone but you right now. he simply kept rubbing your cheek with his thumb, hoping that it would calm you down, as he didn't really know how to comfort someone in this situation. to be fair, dallas never really comforted many people in his life, so he tried to keep his approach gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you.

with the help of dallas's soft rubs on your cheek and gentle words, your adrenaline slowly started to dissipate. now, you could really feel all the pain from each and every bruise, gash and cut that was inflicted on you. your breaths slowed down and you slowly became more conscious of your surroundings.

"tell me what happened, sweet girl." dallas got straight to the point as soon as he noticed that you were more aware of everything now. he was itching to know who or what decided it was a good idea to hurt his girl like this.

it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts before you spoke up in a shaky tone. "i-i was walkin outside after our fight and-and this white mustang started tailing me..." dallas felt his stomach drop at your words. he didn’t need to hear the rest to get a clear thought in his head of what had happened, but he let you talk.

“i tried running or-or sum’ but they caught up to me… and i…” you tried to keep talking, but you felt as if a thorn bush was stuck in your throat, anything else other than sobs being unable to leave your mouth.

“shh, easy, y/n… ‘s alright… did they hurt you, sweet girl?” dallas asked. he already knew the answer, but he thought that maybe it would be easier if he helped you say it. you nodded your head yes before looking down at your lap, tears dripping down onto your jeans.

"fuckin' socs..." dallas felt his blood boil as you confirmed his suspicions. his fists clenched, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his palms as a strong feeling of rage took over his mind. he would kill whoever touched you, his girl, which he had made pretty clear to everyone.

but he held back, his only priority right now being you. he would deal with the unfortunate socs who thought it was a good idea to hurt you, later.

“i-im sorry, if i hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, if i had just shut my trap like you said, none of this woulda happened…” you spoke up in your quiet and broken voice as you kept staring down at your lap. dallas immediately stopped you, tilting your head up so his eyes met yours. the guilt hit dallas like a truck. harder than ever now that were blaming yourself and excusing his behavior.

“that don’t matter anymore. it ain’t your fault, doll” the last thing on dallas’s mind was the fight you two had earlier and he didn’t want you thinking about it, nor did he want you blaming yourself for something someone else did to you. his rough fingers kept stroking your damp cheeks, feeling your whole body shake underneath his gentle touch.

"dal-dal, i'm so scared..." you croaked out as your grip on his forearm tightened. you were still in a lot of shock and pain, your body violently shaking.

dallas couldn't handle it anymore. he pulled you into his arms, bracing you with a gentle hug, afraid that if he held you any tighter, you would collapse. you tensed up in his arms, surprised at his actions, but you soon melted into his touch and buried your head into the side of his neck.

"shhh... you're safe, those fuckin' idiots are gone... s’alright sweet girl.." dallas tried to say in the most gentle tone possible, but you heard his anger slip through his comforting words.

nonetheless, you were shocked.

dallas winston, the dallas winston had you wrapped up in his arms, in a hold so so gentle as he shushed you softly. the words he said were comforting, sweet. something no single soul, not even yourself, had ever heard from this tuff, mean, violent greaser. the man who couldn't love anything, no one, was afraid to break you as he held you so delicately. slowly but surely, you felt your fear disappear. a sense of safety washed over you as he held you.

you knew you would be okay.

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[wannaseewhatshangin]

≀➸ ❥ 𝘪 Wanna be yours .‧₊°

Dallas didn't know why he wanted to be yours exactly.

Wanna be your vacuum cleaner.

Maybe it's the butterflies he got anytime he saw you.

Maybe it was the way you made his heart jump.

Breathing in your dust.

Your voice, your laugh.

"Dally- You are so stupid!" You laughed as you watched Dal run down the street, being chased by 3 dogs.

He could look at you for hours and hours.

He didn't care what he had to do to be with you.

That includes rushing all his tests earlier so he can meet you in the hallways at school, or ditching his other class friends to skip school for the parking lot of Dairy Queen.

Even if you scold him, which you do every time he rushes his tests, he wouldn't care because he gets to see you right in front of him 5 minutes earlier.

"Dal, I told you this. You don't have to rush your tests everytime you see me out the door window. You're gonna make a bad grade." you say, flicking his nose softly.

"So? It ain't your grade, it's my grade and i'll do whatever the hell I want with it." he let out his goofy laugh, making you smile. It does every time.

Everyone can see it.

And no matter how much Dallas WInston tries to deny his love for the girl he grew close with, everyone can see the eyes he gives you when you walk into the room.

"Dal, you are whipped." Two-bit joked as h took a sip of his beer right as you walked into the house.

"I am not- hey y/n. Lemme help you with that" He says, immediately getting up to grab stuff from your hands.

He loves sitting in the car on rainy nights, with you right in the passenger seat "lookin' pretty" Which is what he tells Johnny.

I Wanna be your Ford Cortina.

I will never rust.

"She's so pretty, man. I just- how did I get to be the person she trusts the most? I mean just look at me and look at her. She's perfect" He says, taking a drag before passing the freshly lit cigarette to Johnny.

"Wow, Dal. I never knew you thought of her like that." He laughed slightly.

You call the shots, babe.

I just wanna be yours.

"yeah, and if you tell 'er I'ma kick your ass. I mean it Johnny. You can't tell 'er." he threatened as Johnny just nodded, throwing his hands up in playful defense.

Secrets I have held in my heart.

Are harder to hide than I thought.

He couldn't help but get the jitters when you looked at him with a bright smile as you ran down the hallway when you finally saw your brunette friend, hugging him tightly.

The way his cheeks would turn pink anytime you made a flirty comment.

"Oooh Look at you handsome~ Whatcha lookin' so fine for today sir~?" you flirted playfully as you got in his car, as he always picks you up before school.

"Oh come on, now. I look the same as always." he said, avoiding your stare at his sweats and band t- shirt.

Lies.

He put on a different outfit that day, maybe it was because it was the first day of sophmore year. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be yours.

Maybe I just wanna be yours.

"And what about you, doll? What'd you get so dressed up for?" He asked, starting to drive off.

"Why for you, my love~" You laughed, leaning your head back before turning up the radio.

He couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy.

Hold your hair in deep devotion.

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean.

I wanna be yours.

He loved seeing you at school.

You are really the only reason he goes.

He always looks forward to your hugs in the hallways as his friends pat his back as he trys to tell them "It's not like that".

But he wants it to be like that.

He wants to hold you close and tell you how pretty you are.

"You look really pretty today-" He says as he shifts in his spot, nervously playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

He wants to be closer to you in every way.

He wants to hold your hand as you two walk around Tulsa, Oklahoma.

"Dally, you okay?" You ask as he stares at his paper.

"Yeah doll. Just kinda mad about my grade."

You laughed.

"Well I told you not to rush. You know i'll be waiting for you every time you walk out those doors. What kind of person would I be if I wasn't walking down the hallways with my cutie friend to protect me." You smile, rubbing his back gently as his face turned a slight tinted pink.

He wanted to tell you how much he adored your smile, your company- he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how much he wanted to just kiss you until the world ended.

How much he wanted to protect you.

"Um, sorry i'm not interested." You spoke at a boy as he tried to swoon you in the hallways.

"Why not? I can give you everything you want, love." He said, grabbing your hand tightly.

"She said she's not interested. So beat it." Dal said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

How much he wanted to listen to music with you as he drove the car around town at night, not really having anywhere to go.

"Doll, there's something I gotta tell you" He said, tapping the steering wheel slightly as he looked at you. The rain was pouring down, thankfully the top was up.

"Of course, you can tell me anything." He was lovestruck and got distracted as you flashed him a bright smile that you only seemed to wear for him.

He stayed silent as you waited for him to speak, looking at him, not once looking away.

"Um, well you see its kinda hard to tell you this but-"

This caused you to panic.

"You don't wanna be my friend anymore don't you." You said, wanting to start sobbing already.

"Oh no of course not, doll. I love being your friend. It's just, i kinda like someone."

You audibly gasped and turned to look at him again.

"A girl?! Oh my God tell me everything! What does she look like? Smell like? Sound like?"

He laughed at you slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well she's really pretty and um we have a few classes with her. She smells like very nice perfume, and she has a beautiful smile." He says, looking down at his shoes.

"Aw that's so sweet. What's her name?"

Secrets I have held in my heart.

Are harder to hide than I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning over the center console and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"I wanna be yours" He said, looking at you with love and affection.

"Then be mine." You smiled, kissing his cheek, making him smile brightly as he was finally yours.

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[dalusional]

I’ll Be The Last To Know.

Dallas Winston x Female Reader

Angst!!

Warnings: Arguing, Mature Language, Toxic Relationship.. ( i think that’s it? )

Description: Dallas and Daisy are in a relationship where all issues are never brought into discussion. Between Dallys toxic behavior and Daisys limited communication skills, their relationship can only go on for so long.

( based on the song Say Yes by Elliot Smith 🩷)

I sighed and sat on the living room sofa. The clock just rung half past 2, where could he be? It wasn’t unusual for Dallas to break his promises, it also wasnt unusual for him to break my heart. We were supposed to have a cozy night in, consisting of cuddles and binging movies with small chats about anything and everything. Surprise, surprise- he didn’t show. My heart shattered at the thought of what he could be doing at the moment besides sheltering me in his arms. Was he with another woman? Was he in a bar fight? Or worse, was he laying somewhere in an alley waiting for help? I shivered at that thought. Even if I had a good day with Dallas Winston it was always as if I had to pay it forward with another heart break. A happy day then you pay. Tears started to stream down my face, I couldnt take it anymore. I loved Dallas Winston no matter the circumstances, and I knew Dally loved me too, he just never could love me how I loved him. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the front door swing open, breaking my train of thought. There he stood right infront of me, Dallas Winston.

“Hey doll, what’re you still up for?” His oblivious chuckle at the end was how I knew tonight wouldn’t be like any of the others. How could he be so blunt about the situation? I stood up infront of him, trying to mask the large lump now present in my throat. A person can only take so much of what they’re served.

“I’m up because Im waiting for you?!” I said as if it should’ve been obvious the reason I was waiting. It should’ve been. The hint of anger lingering in my words only made him throw a smirk on that handsome face of his. I hated it. I could see confusion fill his face under that smirk of his, as if he was trying to remember what I was referring to. I gave him a look inferring “we had plans” making him nod with his mouth forming into an O shape.

“Well, how sweet of ya doll.” He came to put his arms around me and for the first time I denied him. I denied him what he wanted, and nobody said no to Dallas Winston ever. It was an unspoken rule, nobody questioned it. Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.

He frowned at my actions and raised his brow. “Somethin buggin you sweet cheeks?”

“We need to talk Dal.” I said trying to keep my cold aura.

He kept quiet, obviously waiting for me to continue. I gulped down my nervousness and spoke. “We had plans Dal, and like before you turned them down. For what, or for who?! Don’t say you forgot, that’s all I ever hear from you and i’m sick of it! Making love won’t fix this, Ill still end up feeling like shit in the mornin!”

I was shocked with myself and I could tell he was to. I was never the type to raise my voice. Dallas shoved his fists into the pockets of his fitted jean jacket, huffing down his anger. I shivered at the thought of what could come next.

“I honestly did forget. Believe me doll. Y’know I love you, y’know I do. I ain’t in the mood for this. Now come here and give me some love.” He practically scoffed out the last sentence making me tense. As if he didn’t care about my obvious state of stress. After that i felt changed around, and instead of falling down into his sick aura I stood my ground.

“You really don’t care do ya? You barely listened to what I said? Don’t you get it? I can’t do this anymore!” I practically screamed at him causing him to widen his eyes. He looked around the room in disbelief, baffled even. He looked as if he hadn’t seen this day coming. He let out a sharp breathe as if someone punched him in the gut. I failed to realize at this moment I really hit Dallas hard.. in his heart- as if anyone were to believe that’s possible- in this moment it became clear that it was.

“Doll..” He let out in somewhat a whisper. “I.. I know you don’t mean that.”

“I do Dallas. I mean every word of it!!”

“Stop calling me that! What’s wrong in your head tonight Daisy!?”

He never called me by my name. “You! The thought of you in my head is wrong!” I screamed. Every word that escaped my lips hit him in the chest like bullets, each one killing him slowly. “I don’t deserve this Dallas and you being as straight forward as you are should know that! You treat me like shit! I don’t deserve to always be worried about you every night because you turn me down! I don’t deserve to be thrown to the side under all your other shitty decisions! This relationship is only stable because of me! This situation is fucked up!”

By this time tears were streaming down my face and my tone was cracked. I hugged myself in attempt to keep stable, but him and I both knew I wouldn’t be able too.

Dallas clenched his fists and jaw in order to prevent saying or maybe even doing something he’d regret in a short while. His breath hitched, and I watched as he turned to the wall next to him, expecting for him to punch a hole- he instead slammed his hand against it sighing roughly. His breath sounded shaky, was he about to cry?

The room fell silent besides the sounds of my quivering sobs and Dallases short breaths. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to me, eyes red and cheeks flushed.

“Daisy.” He said in a horrid attempt to sound tuff. “I need you baby. I need you. You can’t leave me man.. I..” He looked down and leaned his head against the wall softly. “Situations get fucked up, get turned around sooner or later yknow? You’re the strongest gal I know doll, you and I are stronger than this..” That’s when for the first time, I may have even been the first person to witness it, Dallas Winston cried. His hard sobs echoed through the room, ringing through my ears like a nearby gunshot. I thought and reflected on what he said. That’s when I realized this was all a huge mistake.

“You’re right Dal.” I said with no emotion behind my words. Dallas turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he expected. I knew Dallas Winston to well.

“I could stay here and be a fool, an exception to your rule and feel like shit the morning after. The way you treat me will never come to rest. I’m damaged by you, bad at best. You’re saying we can overcome this Dallas but you’ve said that before. In the end, you’ll decide what you want and you know what’s sad Dal? I’ll probably be the last to know, like I always have been. So you’re right, I am a strong girl Dal, strong enough to leave you.”

The room fell silent and Dallases jaw was agap as if he just saw a ghost. He turned around slowly as his back slid down the wall. One last tear streamed down my cheek as I watched him.

It was as if Dallases life had flashed before his eyes. Did he really care for me the whole time? Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it? I don’t know, maybe it was a new feeling to him. It was as if the impulsive, troublemaking, confused, but ultimately loving Dallas Winston had gone, just his body was left.

“So this is what you get huh? This is what loves all about right?” He said staring into the distance, his voice cracking and words trembling against his lips. This was it, Dallas Winston finally had understood. Dallas Winston finally understood that day what it really takes to love a person, what it really takes to last in nature. Unlike everything else Dallas had committed to, he didn’t play it cool, brushing off all threats with “i got it man.” Instead he sat there, trembling in his own fear- fear of the end. “Caring for a person so much..” He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing at the thought of the words leaving his mouth. As if someone was beating the words out of him, he finally finished. “that it kills you.”

“And finally you’ve felt it.” I said solemnly. “Felt it to late.”

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[dallywallyyyy]

Y’all wanna request some stuff for Dallas Winston?? Cause I will gladly write it. Or any other outsiders character

#the outsiders imagine #dallas winston x reader #dally winston #dallas winston #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston fanfic #steve randle #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade

[quizzicalwriter]

dally winston x virgin!reader who asks her boyfriend dally to be her first time

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Kissing, touching, fingering. Inexperienced and slightly innocent reader. Loss of virginity.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.8k (I got carried away.)

You’d always been Dallas’s favorite preoccupation, distracting him from everything else in life. The sweet thing he carted around whenever he hung around with the boys or found himself in the drunken den that was Buck’s on a Saturday night. You’d be there, propped on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Not that you didn’t have anything to say besides sitting there, hell, the guys loved you. You could hold your own when it came to their wit and it made you a worthy companion for Dallas in their eyes, not to mention your inexplicable ability to put up with his shit when nobody else had before - or seemingly nobody else had been given the chance.

Normally Dallas would’ve gone for girls at the drive-in, greaser girls, or any woman he could get his hands on or who could handle his banter for longer than a minute without giving him the back of their hand. You weren’t one of them, and frankly, that terrified Dallas. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away, push you away in hopes that he’d save himself the pain of heartbreak later on he’d convinced himself he’d suffer. But he always stopped himself whenever you found yourself in his arms, gazing up at him with your doe-like eyes.

It was a difficult thing, Dallas being intimate. He was born and raised in a constant battle for survival, not showing love or producing it, but you made it easy. The longer you two had been together the longer he found himself wanting to keep you close, protect you from dangers he seemed to see everywhere. The worries you once had about him leaving eventually faded, the look in his eyes as he gazed at you whenever you laid in his arms far outweighed any ill thoughts you’d suffered with.

The only way you could describe it was ardent, laced with a deep desire that you’d never seen before in his brown eyes. A deep desire that would show itself in the bounds of the night after the two of you had disappeared together, culminating in you on his lap in his bed, hips rocking together as he kissed along your throat and down onto your chest. Or with your legs wrapped loosely around his hips, him grinding into you, you whispering sweet moans into his mouth spurring him on to do more, touch you more, please you more.

Dallas never pushed, he was always understanding whenever you pulled away. Of course, he’d have to adjust himself in his jeans, but he’d quickly pull you to his chest and press delicate kisses along your face, murmuring how much you mean to him, something he didn’t dare do in front of others. That side of Dallas was for you, nobody else, so you treasured it whenever he showed it.

On one particular Saturday night in the midst of autumn, you found yourself propped up against Dallas’s side on one of the couches in Buck’s bar, legs bent up at your chest as you fiddled with frayed denim at the end of your pant leg. Dallas was in a debate with a random man, someone he seemed to know well enough to bullshit with, talking about how the two had snagged something good off a rich man’s car not too long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the incessant country music Buck played when it rounded two in the morning you’d likely have fallen asleep against Dallas, but the occasional jump of a new song kept you jerking awake, a tired pout situating itself on your features as you rested your cheek against Dallas’s shoulder.

“Looks like your miss is real tired.” The man stated, taking a long puff from his cigar before gesturing toward you with the end of it, a snicker following his words as he propped himself up against the end of his pool cue. Dallas quirked a brow, looking down at you where you were tucked into his side with a hidden smile.

“Guess she is.” He murmured, not saying anything more beyond that before moving to prop himself up straighter, hand smoothing down your back as he looked down at you. “Tired?”

You weren’t tired, tired. More so bored, the constant scent of smoke and alcohol wasn’t helping the boredom or the budding headache in the back of your skull. But knowing if you said anything other than ‘yes’ at that moment would result in another hour downstairs, you nodded, feigning a yawn as you let your eyes flutter deceptively.

Dallas caught on, but he didn’t say anything. Instead choosing to click his tongue against his teeth as he played along, shrugging as he moved to stand. “I’ll see you later, man.” He stated, causing the older man to shrug himself before dispersing off into the crowd. Dallas turned to you, helping you to your feet before leading you up the stairs.

“Lyin’ is a sin, y’know that right?” He chuckled out, quiet enough for only you to hear as he nudged open his bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, causing you to laugh yourself and avert your gaze from his as you moved into the familiar room.

“Didn’t lie.” You mumbled out, another pout crossing your lips as you kicked off your shoes, making your way to his bed. “Real tired, Dally.”

“Sure, doll.” He snickered from the corner of the room as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, the familiar metallic clang of his belt hitting the wooden floor echoing throughout the room soon after.

He moved beside you then, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your back flush with his chest. The sound of country music and clattering pool balls still echoed from downstairs, but the only thing you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of Dallas’s knee between your legs.

It was an innocent move, both of you slept with your legs intertwined, it felt comfortable given how small his bed was. As he shifted to get more comfortable his knee pressed harder against your clothed cunt, causing your cheeks to flush red as you choked back a whine. Dallas stiffened, breath catching in his throat as he took a moment to gauge your reaction before moving his knee again.

“Dal-“ You whined, hand moving down in between your legs as you buried your face into the pillow you two shared, his scent lingering heavily on the fabric doing nothing to quell the growing ache between your legs.

“What, doll? Feel good?” He whispered, words ghosting across the nape of your neck, causing your back to arch involuntarily as you slowly nodded. His hand smoothed down your front, bumping over the fabric of your shirt and jeans as he slowly moved to cup your sex, ever so gently applying pressure as he rocked himself against you.

You felt yourself soaking your underwear with arousal the longer he rutted against you, his fingers pressing against your cunt through your jeans as he did. A familiar sensation bloomed in your lower stomach, one that left you clenching your thighs around his palm as you tried to quell the growing ache.

“Gotta tell me what you want.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, trailing a litany of open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of your throat, pressure from his fingers increasing against your cunt. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Dallas, just fuck me.” You whined, embarrassment over the prospect of voicing your needs soon being overweighed by the sheer need you felt for him, your hand moved to grasp at his forearm as you begged. “Please, Dal.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he moved to sit up on his knees, pressing another kiss to your jaw before pulling his shirt up and over his head. You laid there, lips parted as you watched him undress, feeling your blush spread from your cheeks to the top of your chest. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him - so you did. You moved to sit up, folding your legs underneath yourself as you moved to press a kiss to his lips, hands moving to cup his jaw, only pulling away when you felt that familiar pull to touch him elsewhere.

You’d seen him without a shirt, but you’d never truly been able to admire him until now. Your hands wavered over his body, fingertips dipping in between the rivets of his toned skin, along healed scars, a faint bruise that still lingered under the left side of his ribcage. Above it all you found yourself fascinated with the way his chest rose with each breath and the small freckles that lined his skin. They reminded you of the ones he’d gotten from his time in the sun that plastered themselves against his cheekbones and upper shoulders.

Dallas let you look, eyes fluttering whenever your hands would drift farther south than before. You could hear him taking in shuddering breaths, chest catching every few minutes as though he were teetering on the edge of self-control. He raised his hands then, looking to you for approval before he lifted your shirt up and over your head, bundling the soft fabric in his hands before letting it fall to the floor.

You reached your hands behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders until your bra collapsed into your lap, exposing your breasts to him. Dallas had seen women before, he’d seen plenty, but none of them had ever had the effect you currently had on him. He felt his throat dry, brown eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes before he moved to gently lay you back against his bed, situating himself over top of you.

“You want this?” His words were hushed as his hand drifted down over your bare stomach, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he kept his gaze locked on your face, watching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When you responded with a nod and a quiet, “I want this.” He smiled, a soft laugh leaving him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You’d envisioned losing your virginity hundreds of times, a perfect encapsulation of what sex had to be painted in your mind, vivid and blaring. But this was so different, the way Dallas was so gentle, not afraid to laugh if something awkward happened, both of you sharing the pure moment of intimacy with smiles on your face. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for it and that somehow made it all so much better.

As he slid your jeans off your legs he smiled up at you, a soft look on his face as he tossed the denim to the floor, moving back up to place another languid kiss to your lips. His hand moved between your thighs, fingers splaying against your cunt through your underwear, a groan passing his lips when he felt just how wet you’d become.

“Dallas, please-“ You begged, thighs trembling as he continued to tease you through your underwear. He relented, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before moving to sit back up, slowly sliding your underwear down and off your body before discarding them to the floor as well.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes wandering over your form laid in front of him, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took it all in. “So fuckin’ beautiful, doll.”

You watched with bated breath as he slipped his jeans off, kicking his boxers off along with them. His length was bigger than you’d anticipated, only having felt the shape of it when you’d ground down against him during your frequent make-out sessions. As if sensing your apprehension he moved back over you, hand moving to cup your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It won’t hurt, alright? We’ll take it slow, real slow.” He whispered, voice soothing as he helped you to wrap your legs around his hips, your heels subtly digging into the flesh of his lower back. He smiled down at you, eyes voicing a silent question if you were alright to which you quickly nodded back, a smile upon your face as well.

He braced himself on his arm, face close to yours as he slid a hand down between you, helping to guide himself inside before sliding his fingers up to slowly circle your clit. A moan left you at the feeling, leaving you clenching around his tip, the feeling causing him to bite back a grunt as he slowly began pushing in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, brows screwing together as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of your welcoming cunt, pausing in his movements to give you a chance to grow used to the feeling. “Doin’ so good, baby, so good.”

You’d heard horror stories from your friends, tales of how their first time had been painful and rushed, but this felt the complete opposite. While it took you a moment to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you, it was an incredibly welcome feeling. You could feel yourself clenching down around him, his fingers circling your clit only adding to the feeling building in your stomach.

“Dal- Dal, move.” You whispered out, voice hoarse as you grasped at his shoulders, desperate for him to move. He snickered at your pleading tone, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking you as he whispered words of praise into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against your damp skin whenever he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

You could hear your wetness coating his cock with each thrust of his hips, his fingers slick against your clit. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, broken-off moans, and whispered words. Your thighs tightened against him as he adjusted himself, lifting himself a bit, unknowingly brushing against a spot within you that you’d never known existed - one that pulled a drawn-out moan from your chest.

“Yeah?” He asked through a smirk, hand moving down to cup your hip as he pushed back into you, hitting that very same spot. You could hardly think, let alone breathe as he fucked himself into you, fingers working at your clit as he angled himself to hit that spot over, and over. “Taking me so good, doll.” He grunted out, grip tightening on your hip as he picked up his pace.

Your hand shot down to his wrist as he continued toying with your clit, eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm building to its peak in your lower stomach, the feeling causing you to rock your hips in tandem with his thrusts. The look on your face was enough to make him groan, his hand moving from your hip to your jaw as he tilted your face to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, baby.” He murmured, voice soft yet authoritative as he slammed into you. As soon as you opened your eyes he moved his hand, pressing it against your lower stomach as he continued fucking himself into you. It felt as though he were pushing you down onto him, that spot that nearly blinded you with pleasure constantly being rutted against by his cock.

All you could muster was a weak, “F-fuck,” as you came undone, back arching off the bed as you whined out his name. He didn’t stop, stifling a groan at the way you writhed beneath him as he felt his orgasm building. Once you started swatting at his fingers that still circled your clit he moved his hand, choosing to grab the other side of your hip, effectively propping you up against him as he fucked you.

The pace was near brutal, moans forced from your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn’t focus, still reeling from your last orgasm as he continued fucking you into oversensitivity-fueled bliss. You could feel his thumbs pressing into your hipbones, short curses slipping past his lips.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He grunted, pulling out of you a second later, spilling his cum across your lower stomach. His chest heaved, cheeks flushed red as he pumped himself through his orgasm. You could only watch in a haze of your own, still catching your breath as he looked up at you, that familiar crooked smile taking over his features as he moved on top of you once more.

“Did so good, doll. Real good.” He murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss to your skin between each sentence. “You feel alright? Need me to get you something?” He asked after a moment, a hint of concern evident in his tone that made you smile as you shook your head.

“It felt perfect, Dal. I’m alright.” You whispered back, turning over onto your side to face him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, leaning up after to press a kiss to his waiting lips. “Perfect.”

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far, or even if you just skimmed it over - either way I appreciate the interactions! As always you can find my work over on my ao3 under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you anon for the request! (Sorry for the late posting, or early? Wherever you are? I finished editing it and didn’t want to queue it, so here is your daily scheduled reading material.)

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[little-bird-of-heaven]

(affectionately)

#guess who watched the outsiders for the first time in three years #and is going to make it everyone's problem #started writing a fanfic about dallas a while ago #and just never finished it #so now i'm thinking about rewriting it and posting it here #anyways #dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #prism-fangirls

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 16 of Kinkmas: Sneaking Out With Dallas Winston

pairing: Dallas Winston x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, making out, protected sex

Y/N’s POV

My parents hates Dallas, anytime I want to go out somewhere with any of my friends, not just Dally, they get beyond paranoid over me being out anywhere.

But I lied about going to the drive in just to go to the rodeo to see Dallas. When my friends and I got there and we get drinks, I bought a water don’t worry. We get to our seats and wait for the cowboys to come out and put on a show.

Buck comes out and wins as usual. But when Dallas comes out, he was a little rusty but towards the end he won! I clap for him and he notices me in the crowd. I already can tell he wants me to be here after hours so I’m going to stay for a little while.

AFTER HOURS

I stay back but some of my friends stayed with me because they wanted to drive me home because of my paranoid parents.

When Dally came out from the dressing rooms, I walk up to him and he wraps his arms around me and picks me up and kisses me.

“You wanna go somewhere private?” He asked with a smile.

I look at my friends and they nod at me.

“Sure.” I smile back.

He takes me to his dressing room and locks the door. I go to his small table and lean on it and Dallas walks up towards me and we begin to kiss. Dallas picks me up to make me sit on the table and I wrap my legs around him, he kisses my neck and jawline, I gasp and giggle. He chuckles and continues to kiss me but gives me hickeys, I don’t care what my parents think about the hickeys on my neck, I love him so much it’s hard to explain it.

Eventually, we got onto the couch he has in his dressing room and make out a bit. Until he grabs a condom and begins to have sex with me. I moan by him going in and out of me and he kisses my neck again.

After our victory sex, Dallas and I lay on each other. I kiss his forehead gently.

“I’m glad that you won that rodeo.” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m glad you came to see me.” He says to me.

“I’ll just have to lie to my parents about coming here more often.” I say to him.

“You should.” He chuckles.

“I love you.” I say.

“I love you too” he smiles.

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[onelovegreasers]

Outsiders Situations that I just KNOW are Canon #2

Girl: Do you have any fantasies? Ponyboy: Um... yeah so like, imagine I'm at school. And I really don't wanna do my work that day. And Darry does like a surprise pick up and takes me to McDonald's.

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[cranberrv]

when i was your man

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston wants you back

(warnings: mostly fem!reader but can be read otherwise, just a few remarks towards the reader being fem)

tulips were your favourite flower. dallas never remembered.

you had spent what seemed like forever trying to get dallas to be what you imagined to be a perfect boyfriend. get him to be the kind of guy you see in movies, the boy who isn’t afraid to be with you in public, the boy who takes you on fancy dates and the kind of boy who buys you flowers. but he never did, not once. love letters never showed up at your door, he never put his hand around your waist or took you out on a date.

you got over him quickly. he broke up with you because you got ‘too attached’, and he hates commitment. you were just one of the many girls who fell for his boyish grin and charm, who’s gaze went blurry and blind when any red flags seemed to uncover, ignoring every horrible attribute about him.

a new boy came into your life about a year after the breakup, a soc, someone who treated you with the respect you wanted and gave you the life you needed. he had the money to take you to fancy restaurants, and he always bought you roses, the most romantic flower there is.

when he got down on one knee, you had no doubt into your mind and said yes. his proposal was too good to be true, everything thing about him was. he proposed on a vacation in the tropics, by the beach. there were tears in his eyes. you had never had a man cry for you. not dallas, not anyone.

planning the wedding was easy. you were having red velvet cake, the venue was in your backyard, keeping it close to home, and you were going to wear the most beautiful and expensive outfit. your fiancé was in charge of deciding who to invite, and he invited everyone you wanted to be there for your special day.

simply put, you were in a pure state of bliss. what every little kid dreams of is a perfect lover who will give you everything you want and more, and now you have that.

there was one topic your fiancé did avoid, though, and that was dallas winston. your lover did not like him, not one bit, he became bitter towards dallas after you opened up about how he didn’t treat you like you mattered, which was all you wanted. you felt it was a bit excessive, if you even dared to utter his name, he’d interrupt and change the topic. and dallas certainly was not invited to the wedding.

at the end of the day, you shouldn’t care about that. you spend a lot of your time convincing yourself that it doesn’t matter that your lover is being rude to your ex boyfriend, it’s not like dal treated you right, anyway. it doesn’t matter, right? it’s better he’s not in your life.

on the day of the wedding, something felt off. you saw your reflection in the mirror as your friend did up your dress, and you didn’t see a girl who was tearing up with joy, ranting to your friends about how perfect your fiancé is. you should be, your lover was perfect and life was magical. you felt ungrateful for the gift life gave you. yet, in the mirror you saw a confused and unsure person looking back at you. someone who didn’t know what they were doing, someone who didn’t know the difference between love and lust, a scared kid who rushed into a decision purely out of the need to feel wanted after a past relationship.

as you’re standing, staring at you and your outfit in the mirror, your friend goes up to the vanity (which you’ve yet to sit at), and picks up a small bouquet of flowers.

“what’s this?” she says, holding it up and examining it. “did your boy give this to you?” she teases.

you look at it. “oh,” you hadn’t noticed that before. it’s not roses. he always gets you roses. this time, it’s tulips. tulips wrapped with light parchment paper and a lace bow. “yeah, i guess so.” she hands you the bouquet, and a small smile spreads across your face. so he did remember.

your friend talks to you for a bit longer, and eventually leaves the room to go grab the hair stylist from downstairs. you’re then stood in the room alone, staring at the bouquet of flowers with a smile and rosy cheeks.

a few minutes later, the door creaks open. you perk up. your face falls, eyebrows raising every so slightly with surprise. cold umber eyes and a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes, a sentence that perfectly describes dallas winston.

shock turns to frustration. how dare he just sneak in here on your special day? he’s probably just planning on ruining it, maybe he’s already got into a fistfight with the groom.

“jesus, dallas, what’re you doing here?-“ your voice is still quiet, not wanting to alert attention.

“you look cute.” he interrupts, eyes not leaving you for a second, drifting across your hair and your pretty outfit. they stop at the bouquet of tulips. “d’you like the flowers? they were expensive.”

your eyes fall onto the bouquet, and you look back up at him. you ignore both of the shocking statements, trying to get him out of here. “you’re not supposed to be here—“

“i was wrong.” he interrupts again. “i was wrong for everything. look, you know i’m not one to say this, and i’m sure as hell not one for these romantic gestures, but i messed up. i thought i could get over you, i mean, broads are easy enough to get over, but i just can’t. your name loops my mind all day and it’s fuckin’ stupid. now you’re with someone ten times better than me, and i know i’m probably too late, but please, don’t say yes. i can treat you how you should be, i promise. i know i don’t have a good history with girls, or with you, but i can try. i’m willing to give it my fuckin’ all for you, i’ll remember your middle name and i’ll take you to the movies, i don’t know. but you’re my gal, y/n, i can’t let my gal run off with someone else now, can i?”

there you’re stood, staring up at him with the bouquet in your grasp, hands shaking and tears silently streaming down your face. your mouth keeps opening and closing, at a loss for words. “why now?” you say after a few antagonizing long seconds. “i mean- i’m stood here on the day of my wedding, and- and you chose now to tell me this?” your voice is breaking a bit, but you’re doing a good job at keeping your cool.

“i’m telling you this cause i know you’ll make the wrong decision otherwise.” he answers.

“well what am i supposed to do now? god, you can’t just do that, dal, i don’t wanna walk down the aisle with another boy on my mind,” you sit down on the chair by the vanity, feeling lightheaded and trying to gather yourself.

“i want you to walk down the aisle and know there’s another boy who loves—“

sometimes you wonder what he was gonna say, but you decided to interrupt him. “we’re not sayin’ that word again, dal.”

maybe you’re just in denial. the word ‘love’ associated with dallas seems so right, and you’d rather die than admit that.

he goes over and kneels beside you. this kneel feels more important than your fiancés was the day of the proposal. “y/n, i’m just being honest. you think you’d be cryin’ if it was some other guy? you wouldn’t. i may not know the little things but i sure as hell know what you’re feeling right now.”

his words hit you like bricks. you don’t want it to be real that you’re crying because you still love him, crying because you love another boy more than your very near future husband. “i’m an awful person, dal,” all your emotions come out at once, small sobs that you try so hard to contain so people don’t notice. “please just go, dal, i can’t do this.”

“and then you go off and make some stupid decision with some guy that ain’t me? don’t think so, y/n.”

“he doesn’t deserve this,” you start speaking about your ex. “he doesn’t deserve me loving another guy.”

you’re speechless after that, crying in your vanity chair. his hand grabs yours as you break down, sitting there in this hurt. you hold his hand so tightly, never wanting to let go.

he’s there for you. he’s always been there for you. lurking in the background, spending his time loving you and watching how quickly you got over him. you knew it was too good to be true. you knew the decision was too rushed, that there was a reason why you instantly moved on. now you knew exactly why.

“i think i’m still in love with you, dal,” you say softly after you recollect yourself enough to speak.

he chuckles. “you think?” he says sarcastically. you did just spend the time you should’ve been getting ready for your wedding crying over him.

you furrow your eyebrows, not in the mood for jokes. “lay off, dal, i mean it.”

he releases a small breath. “you wanna get out of here, then?”

you hesitate, thinking back to your now heartbroken fiancé and your loved ones that will be extremely disappointed in you for leaving without a word, but you nod. dal always had a way of making you do reckless things.

maybe the guilt will always haunt you after you leave, and you’ll find yourself always thinking back to the day when you were just a young and dumb kid who hurt so many people by wanting just one, or maybe you’ll find yourself with a version of dallas who is trying, who is more open to commitment and to spending time with you, a version of dallas who remembers tulips are your favourite flower.

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[jaidens]

can do do cowboy like me w dallas winston? 💞

cowboy like me — taylor swift

pairing [s] : dallas winston x reader

summary : whenever dallas weston had met you for the first time.

warning [s] : mentions of underage drinking, smoking, making out, and other situations.

a/n [s] : thank you for the request!

You sit in the corner booth of Buck’s, cigarette hanging out of the in-between of your lips. You take it off with your pointer and middle finger, tapping it against the ashtray that sits on the side table. The boys are playing poker next to you, and some randoms from another part of town duel it out in a game of pool.

These were the Friday nights you had enjoyed. The loud, obnoxious ones that were filled with smoking and the underage drinking around you.

Charlie Brown, a kid that hung around the bar sits down next to you. A beer in one hand and a cigarette, plus a lighter alongside it. “Hey Charlie!” You say in his ear, trying to speak to him over the blasting music that vibrates the entire building without reason.

Charlie turns his head and smiles at you, taking a swig of whiskey and sets it down on the table.

“Hi Y/N! How have you been!?” Charlie shouts and lights the cigarette in his hand and puts it in his mouth. Charlie was always excited to be allowed to come into the bar, it was very unlikely he was allowed to either way.

It depended on whoever answered the door that day. “I'm good thanks for asking Charlie! Who let you in today?” He puffs his cigarette and blows it out away from your face.

“Dallas Winston let me in. I'm surprised he's here tonight,” The name hadn't lit any flags, but you had heard it before. Throughout passing conversations with your friends, or the Dingo’s long list of greasers that had been banned from any entrance (hole in the fence or not). “Speaking of the devil.”

A handsome man wraps around the corner, a loose cigarette hanging from his lips. His face has a few bruises on it, an almost brand new cut against his cheek. Dallas gives you a wink before sitting down to the seat right next to you. “You got’ a light?”

Your lips twitch up into a miniature smile. You flick your lighter on and off, hearing the click and snap quietly. Dallas Winston gives you a smile and turns his head at you.

“Yeah, I sure do, cowboy.”

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[n1nicou]

‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

parings: dallas winston x fem! reader

warnings: unstable relationships | slight nudity and touching

based off of: Style by Taylor Swift

summary: no matter how many times dallas winston plays you over, you still find your way back to him, as he does for you. you simply can’t leave him alone

note: first fic, pause 🤨. this might be bad idk but everytime i hear this song man i cant stop thinking about dallas

“fade into view, oh, it’s been a while since i have even heard from you”

Dallas Winston. an infamous greaser that rang a bell in multiple people’s head, definitely yours. he would come into your life every once in a while, then tend to disappear on you for some time, just like how the wind came and went. it was like a pattern you knew all too well. god knows what he was doing, probably some other chick, you thought, but it hadn’t been a surprise for you. there was this unexplainable attraction between you and dallas, one that made you keep going back to him.

“and i should just tell you to leave, ‘cause i know exactly where it leads, but i watch us go round and round each time”

you knew it wasn’t good, you knew to keep holding on the bit of faith in you that told you maybe you meant something to him wasn’t good. but yet you couldn’t stop yourself.

you wrapped your arms around dallas’s neck, leaning in and bringing him into a hungry kiss as he wrapped his arm around your waist. you internally screamed at yourself for letting it happen again. your mind told you to pull away, to put an end to this miserable situationship. but your heart and body just couldn’t deny dallas. you were addicted to him.

he gently pushed you onto his bed, you heard all the noise from the party downstairs at bucks but it didn't seem to bother dallas. his lips moved to your neck, placing kisses along it as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt. you let out a soft moan at his touch, just wanting more of it. you felt shivers go down your spine at dallas’s intoxicating touch. you watched as this situation that played itself again and again unfold once more.

“cmon… let me make you feel good, doll” he whispered with that voice of his that sounded smooth like honey. that stupid voice that lured you in. all you could do was nod your head yes in desperation, you wanted this, you needed this. you needed him.

“so it goes, he can’t keep these wild eyes on the road”

you watched as you stood in the large crowd of the party, dallas making out with an other girl. you knew dallas, you knew he couldn’t keep his wondering eyes away from other girls. you weren’t special to him. to him, you were just an other girl to have his fun with, you knew that, yet your heart slightly sank at the sight of dallas with an other girl. a feeling of jealousy and anger formed inside of you as you watched that girl run her hands across dallas's chest. it was like a punch to the gut.

you downed your drink and walked away, shoving your way through the dense crowd. dallas glanced your way and immediately noticed how upset you were. he pulled away from the girl and shoved himself through the big crowd to follow you wherever you were going.

“i say “i heard, oh, that you’ve been out and about with some other girl, some other girl”

you walked out into the cold night of tulsa, silently cursing at yourself for letting yourself get played by dallas. Dallas soon came up to you after he had seen you so upset. you didn’t wanna see him, but you did.

“leave me alone, Winston” you said in an angry tone as you kept walking, not even bothering to look back at him.

“y/n wai-” he said as he followed you, his hand grabbing your wrist.

“i told you to leave me alone!” you yelled as you pulled your wrist out of his grip, continuing to walk away from him.

“cmon, doll, what's with y’a?” he said as he made his way in front of you, making you face him.

you stopped in your tracks and looked to the side, staying quiet. you could never admit it to dallas. hell, you probably couldn’t admit to yourself either. you wanted him. not just some little fling. you wanted something real, something genuine. but you knew that if you ever admitted that, you’d run the risk of losing dallas.

“c'mon, i’m sorry doll, let me make it up to ya… your place ain’t that far from here…” he said as he took a step closer to you. you felt your heart race as he got closer. you knew you couldn’t deny dallas, he couldn’t deny you either.

“He says “what you heard is true, but i, cant stop thinking ‘bout you and i”

“i said, “i’ve been there too a few times”

dallas’s hand moved under your shirt, gently rubbing your waist as the both of you shared a deep and hungry kiss. you tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck. dallas’s hand moved higher and higher until it reached your chest, bringing a soft whine from you. a slight smirk appeared on dallas's face as he heard you whine. even with dallas touching and kissing you, your mind went back to the sight of dallas and that girl kissing, the sight of her hand running across dallas's chest, the sight of their tongues down each other's throats. you needed to know if she meant something to him.

“dallas... that girl-” you whispered after pulling away from the kiss, trying to catch your breath.

“she don’t mean anythin'” he whispered under his breath between the kiss before quickly going back in for another one. you froze at his words as that little bit of hope that told you you meant something to him lit up.

his fingers hooked themselves on the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it off of you and throwing it to the ground of your room. dallas glanced over your shirtless body as you stood there in your bra. you felt your heart race and the heat between you and dallas grew.

“you know i cant stop thinkin’ about ya, doll?” he whispered as his rough and callused hand stroked your cheek. you felt your heart skip a beat and your knees go weak at his words.

the way dallas made you feel was like nothing you had ever felt before. his words kept tugging at your heartstrings, but you knew he didn’t mean them. you knew those were empty words. but despite your better judgment, you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

“i can't either, dal” you whispered in a breathless tone before quickly pushing your lips onto his once more. dallas was like a drug, you couldn’t get enough of him and the way he made you feel.

you wanted him. you wanted dallas more than anything else in the world. your heart ached for him, his touch, his voice, his very being. the thrill you felt when you were with him was like an addiction. but to ask of him a real relationship was impossible, so you let dallas have you in a way that was so wrong, but felt so right. no matter how many times you had told yourself to stop going along with all of this, you knew that it would be impossible. dallas was your addiction.

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i love love LOVE your work <3 can i ask for a dally winston x street racer HC? tyyyyy <3

AHHHH OF COURSEEEEE OMG THANK YOUUU I LOVE YOUUU

#worried Asf

LOVES LOVES LOVES watching you

But he gets scared of how stupid people can be on the road

Also Street Racing IS illegal

So when the cops show up he runs after your car LMFAO

He tries to catch you to warn you about the fuzz

But you did get arrested because someone down the street snitched (Assholes)

Dallas was cursing out the cop while you were getting put into the car.

"Hey, man! What the hell is your problem, huh!? Hey! Get your hands off 'er!"

Screaming in the cops face while you're watching from the car window.

UM?

DECORATING YOUR RACE CAR WITH YOU?!

YES MA'AM!!

pop a wheelie.

I dare you.

He will be screaming.

"THAT'S MY GIRL!" - Dallas

Watches you pick your outfits

Your race helmet?

Will be Dallas-fied

Puts stickers on your rear window

OMG LET DALLAS RIDE IN THE PASSENGER SEAT?

HE WILL BE SCREAMING WITHOUT THE 'S'

Accidentally spilled soda in your car and felt SO bad..

Cleaned it up for you

Prays that you are safe on the road.

once you crashed and your car flipped because your component hit you on purpose.

Dallas was flipppin his shit.

Ran SO FAST to your car and started to get you out of your car.

You sprained your arm and Dallas kicked their ass.

Cheers you on SO fucking loud it's not even funny.

When you win?

Oh lord

Not gonna lie he gets turned on when he sees you with your little helmet and your racing outfit.

Can't help it tho

You just look so yum

<3

Hope you like it Babe! <33333 Pls request anytime, love.

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A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Can you do a Dally or Darry x female reader where reader is having a really difficult time at home (mom and dad are kinda like Johnny's parents and beat up physically and mentally on reader?)... Read Rest Here

A/N: As long as I live I will forever write The Outsiders. Such a unique group to write. This one is tough but I really love it!

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Johnny Cade Sister)

Word Count: 3.3k +

TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings

As you stumbled through the door of the Curtis household the entire greaser gang turned to look at you. Their expressions shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. Dally was the first to react, his eyes widening in realization as he took in the extent of your injuries.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Dally's voice was gruff but there was an underlying edge of worry as he approached you. His movements were surprisingly gentle as he took in your battered appearance. His usually stern expression softened which revealed a glimpse of the concern that lurked beneath his tough exterior.

You could feel the weight of their stares. Their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that they were shocked by the state you were in, and the realization only made you feel more vulnerable. Because for as bad as you felt you just knew you looked 10 times worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time he didn’t seem to want to stop.

"I-I... I had a run-in with my old man," you managed to choke out. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought to hold back the tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. You’d done so good escaping it was suddenly catching up to you what you had just gone through. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. A painful reminder of the nightmare you couldn't escape.

Steve's jaw clenched tight with anger as he took in your bruised and bloodied face, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage. "He’s gonna pay for this, I swear."

Dally's expression darkened at your words. His features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'll kill him," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His words hung heavy in the air as it was a promise of retribution that sent a shiver down your spine. The scary part was that you knew he would kill him given the chance. It was one thing with Johnny… but when he saw you so battered he found a rage not even he knew he had.

Instinctively you flinched at his declaration. The raw intensity in his voice triggering a flood of memories you wished you could forget. You had already endured so much, the wounds—both physical and emotional—still fresh and raw. The thought of more violence only served to deepen the pit of dread that churned in your stomach. Sure, you grew up with the greasers but it never made the violence and threats of it any easier.

As if sensing your reaction Dally's eyes softened with remorse. A pang of guilt flickering across his features. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering uncertainly over your shoulder before finally making the gentlest contact. He was afraid of the bruises underneath your clothes, the ones he couldn’t see. "Hey," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his earlier words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For all his tough exterior there was a vulnerability in Dally that few ever got to see. A glimpse of the boy beneath the cocky attitude that he showed all too often. As you looked into his eyes you saw not just the anger and the pain, but also the deep-seated compassion that he tried so hard to conceal. His presence was a balm to your battered soul. A reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

Dally's sharp gaze hardened as he turned to the group just staring at the scene unfolding before them. "Get the hell out of here if you ain’t gonna be useful," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space guys." The rest of the gang exchanged uneasy glances before nodding in agreement, understanding the need for solitude in such a vulnerable moment. With one last look of concern, they filed out of the room leaving you and Dally in a cocoon of quiet solidarity.

As Soda made to leave with them Dally stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Soda, wait," he said, his voice softer now, filled with urgency. "Get the first aid kit and a warm towel. We need to clean her up." Soda nodded in understanding, a determined look crossing his features as he hurried off to retrieve the supplies.

As Soda hurried off to retrieve the supplies, Dally turned his attention back to you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hang in there, sweetheart," he said softly. His voice laced with reassurance as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We'll get you patched up real quick."

You managed a weak smile. So grateful for his comforting words amidst the raging emotions swirling inside you. Despite the pain and the fear that still lingered there was a sense of relief knowing that you were in capable hands. You were being taken care of the boy who cared deeply for your well-being.

A knowing smile just ghosted over Soda's lips as he returned with the first aid kit and a warm towel. He was silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between you and Dally. He knew how much Dally had loved you for so long. And seeing the two of you together now filled him with a bittersweet sense of pride. He’d never seen Dallas so gentle.

With practiced efficiency, Dally and Soda set to work cleaning and dressing your wounds. Their movements gentle yet purposeful as they tended to each cut and bruise with care. Dally's hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked. A stark contrast to the roughness you had come to expect from him. However, even he wasn’t perfect. There was a moment when Dally accidentally pressed a little too hard on one of your bruises causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Instantly his expression shifted. A look of sadness crossing his features as he realized his mistake.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice filled with genuine remorse as he gently pulled back, his hands hovering uncertainly over your injured skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be more careful, I promise."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was layered with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen from him before. A stark reminder that beneath his tough exterior there was that vulnerability he tried so hard to conceal. You saw not just the pain and the regret in his eyes but also the profound sense of care and affection that he held for you.

"It's okay, Dally, really" you reassured him, your voice soft as you reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I know you didn't mean it. I’m so lucky to have you."

His gaze softened at your words. A small flicker of gratitude passing between you as you shared a moment of understanding. Despite the rough edges and the scars that marked his soul there was a gentleness to Dally that few ever got to see. A side of him that he reserved for those he held closest to his heart. A side that only seemed reserved for you.

With a nod of appreciation Dally resumed his careful ministrations. His touch lighter and more cautious than before. And as he worked to tend to your wounds with a renewed focus, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the boy who had always been there for you. Always, no questions asked.

As Dally apologized profusely and you reassured him, Soda noticed the exchange between you two. Sensing the depth of emotion in the room he took a step back giving you and Dally a moment of privacy. There was that knowing look in Soda's eyes, an acknowledgment of the connection between you and Dally. With a subtle nod Soda retreated to give you both some space. His intuition telling him that this was a moment that needed to be shared between just the two of you. As he busied himself with tidying up the first aid supplies before exiting the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest for the two of you.

Once Dally finished tending to your wounds with careful precision a flood of emotions washed over you. Threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. The physical pain had subsided only to be replaced now by a tidal wave of raw emotion that surged through your veins like a raging river. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to contain the torrent of feelings that threatened to consume you. It wasn't just the pain of your injuries that brought you to tears, but the weight of everything you had endured, the fear, the loneliness, the relentless cycle of abuse that had plagued your life for so long.

You cried for your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. Your Johnny. You cried for the father who had betrayed your trust as his fists rained down upon you with a cruelty that knew no bounds. But most of all you cried for Dally, for his unexpected gentleness and the overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that he had provided in your darkest hour.

As you sat with Dally in the quiet intimacy of the room you felt a sense of release wash over you. A cathartic release of pent-up emotion that had been building inside you for far too long. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks you knew that you were not alone. That you were loved and cherished by the one person who had always been there for you, offering his unwavering support and understanding in the face of adversity.

As your tears flowed Dally's heart ached with a depth of emotion he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge before. Without hesitation, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap, cradling you against his chest with a tenderness that was so different than his tough exterior. His arms wrapped around you protectively creating a safety that enveloped you both.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering support. In the quietness of the moment, he whispered words of comfort and encouragement. His voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.

Feeling your sobs intensify he tightened his embrace. His hold on you was firm yet gentle as if trying to absorb some of the pain that wracked your body and soul. With each shuddering breath you took he squeezed you tighter. His touch was a silent reassurance that he was there for you. He would never let you face your demons alone.

"You're safe now, sweetheart," he murmured. His breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out. I'm here for you."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain. With each gentle stroke of his hand against your back, he offered you solace and understanding, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.

"It's okay to cry," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I swear it."

His heart broke for you, for the girl he cared for more deeply than he dared to admit. In that moment, as he held you close, he wished he could take away all the pain and suffering you had endured, to shield you from the cruelties of the world with nothing more than his love.

As time passed your sobs gradually subsided leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness and exhaustion. In the quiet aftermath of your tears, you took a shaky breath. Your chest still tight with emotion. Dally held you close.

Feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy sigh you finally found the strength to speak. Your voice trembling with the weight of the words you had kept buried deep within your heart.

"I miss him," you spoke. Your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke of your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. "I miss Johnny so much it hurts."

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as you thought of your brother who had been forced to run away. His pure innocence stolen by the cruelty of the world.

"I miss the way things used to be," you continued. Your voice filled with longing as you spoke of a time before your father's descent into darkness, before the alcohol and the violence tore your family apart. "I miss when my dad wasn't a drunk, when he was still my dad, you know?"

Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the innocence you had lost, of the life that seemed so distant and foreign now. In the safety of Dally's embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

As you spoke of missing Johnny, Dally's embrace tightened. His arms offering you a sense of strength and stability amidst the chaos of your emotions. His voice was gentle as he responded. His words a quiet reassurance in the face of your pain.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We all miss him. But you know Johnny, he's resourceful as hell. And with Pony by his side? Those two can handle anything."

There was a quiet conviction in Dally's voice. It was a steadfast belief in Johnny's resilience that offered you a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Despite the uncertainty of his fate, you found comfort in Dally's unwavering confidence. He was a reminder that you were not alone in your worries for your brother.

"And your dad..." Dally trailed off, his voice heavy with sympathy as he spoke of the man who had once been your protector, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. "He's not the man you remember, I know. But that ain't your fault, darlin'. None of this is."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not to blame for the sins of your father, that you deserved love and happiness just as much as anyone else. In the safety of his embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

But even as the tears continued to fall, you knew that you were not alone. That Dally was there for you and always ready to offer his unwavering support and understanding in the face of your pain. As you clung to each other in the quiet darkness you found solace in the simple act of being together.

As your emotions opened you realized your love for him wasn't triggered by a simple moment. But rather by a complex series of events that had been building up over time. It was the culmination of countless conversations, shared moments, and lingering glances that had slowly but surely chipped away at the walls around your heart.

It started with the little things. Like the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, the whispered confessions and shared secrets that bound you together in ways you couldn't explain. But it was also the bigger moments. The ones that left you reeling with emotion and uncertainty. There was a time you called, and he showed up at your door in the middle of the night. No questions he was there as his face drawn and tired, and you knew without a doubt that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

As you looked into his eyes and saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at you, something shifted inside you. It was as if all the pieces fell into place like a puzzle finally coming together after years of searching. And in that moment, you knew. You knew that you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer, that you had to tell him how you felt, no matter the consequences.

So, you took a deep breath. Steeling yourself for what was to come, and you let the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion. It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was true. And it was exactly what you needed to say.

"I... Dally, I just... I don't even know where to start," you began. Your voice trembling with emotion as you struggled to find the right words. "But I can't keep it in any longer. I think... no, I know I... I love you. Like, really love you."

Your admission hung heavy in the air, a confession so raw and honest that it left you feeling exposed, vulnerable. But as you looked into Dally's eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, you knew that you had made the right decision to speak your truth.

"I know it sounds crazy," you continued, your words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's true. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. And it's not just because you're always there to clean up my messes or protect me from the world, although you do a damn good job of that. It's because... because I genuinely care about you, Dallas Winston. I care about you more than I ever thought possible. And it scares me sometimes, how much I care."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you bared your soul to him, laying your feelings bare for the world to see. But as you spoke, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you had finally spoken the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.

"And I know it's a lot to take in," you concluded, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The intensity of your confession hanging between you like a tangible thing. And then as if a switch had been flipped, the hardness in Dally's eyes melted away. Replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within him.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth gradually blossoming into a grin that lit up his entire face. It was a grin like you'd never seen before. A grin that reached all the way to his eyes filling them with a light you hadn't realized was missing.

His fingers brushed gently against your tear-stained cheeks. His touch tender and affectionate as he cupped your face in his hands. There was a sense of wonder in his expression, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, as if he had never dared to hope for this moment.

"Damn, sweetheart," he breathed. His voice tinged with awe. "I never knew you had it in you. Talking like that. But I'm glad you did. Because, hell, I love you too. I always have."

His words sent a rush of warmth through you. A feeling of elation that bubbled up from deep within your chest. And as you looked into his eyes, shining with a happiness you had never seen before, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something real and true and utterly perfect.

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MASTERLIST ⯎

mal's offical masterlist has arrived!! 💌

♡ TOKIO HOTEL :

TK . Age ain't nothin but a number

TK . 2003 dating headcanons.

TK . Jealous.

TK . Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?

TK . My baby.

TK . Please.

BK . Brat.

TK . x Bosnian Reader Headcanons

TK . Needed Me.

TK . Crawling back to you.

TK . headcannons! ♡

more coming soon! ♡

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Dallas Winston . Dating Headcanons !

Dallas Winston . You're what?

Ponyboy Curtis . Dating headcanons !

Johnny Cade . Dating Headcanons !

Dallas Winston . Anxious reader Headcanons.

Johnny Cade . Pigtails.

more coming soon! ♡

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