I Met Her In The Bathroom. *Dallas Winston X Fem Reader*

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Dallas Winston x African Fem reader. Basically y/n is a new girl in town who lives with her grandparents and Dally thinks shes fine and he’s trying to rizz her up. Tysmm

Yes ma'am/Sir <3 Its so cute my darling Disclaimer: I didn't want to assume if she was more dark or if she was white but I hope it's okay if she has more darker skin <3 Also I'm gonna change it up a bit (Like she's new so she doesn't know about a lot of stuff outside of Africa, so Dallas introduces her to more things.)

❝ I gotta know tonight. If you're alone tonight.❞

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To say Dallas Winston was interested was definitely an understatement.

He felt as if he wanted to get to know you and what your heart desires.

So he does what the good ole' Dally Winston would do.

Hit on you.

He walked to you in such a manner that would have any girl falling to their knees. And his accent made you blush right away.

"Hi there, pretty girl. I haven't seen you around. What's your name?" He smirked as he looked into your eyes.

You smiled at his accent. It just made you feel safe for some odd reason, considering he was a stranger.

"I'm Y/n L/n. I love your accent, it's very comforting. I just moved here from Africa." You said, looking at his cute facial features.

He was definitely a cutie.

His eyes widened, his cheeks only showing the smallest amount of blush. No one has ever complimented his accent like you did. He could tell that he was gonna like you a lot.

"Thanks, man. Uh- Africa, huh? What'd you move here for?" He said, the last part coming off rude. He internally slapped himself, hoping you didn't notice his harsh tone. And thankfully you didn't.

You just smiled at him, before answering his question.

"Just felt like it I guess. What's your name and where are you from?" you asked sweetly. Your voice sounded like honey and your skin was tan, which shined brightly in the sun.

"Im from New York. Dallas Winston. But you can call me yours if you want." He said, shooting his shot.

That explains the accent. You felt the blood rise to your face as you covered it, avoiding his stare.

"Aren't you just a charmer, Mr Winston." You said, starting to walk as Dallas walked with you.

"Do you want to be my friend? I haven't met a lot of people that went out of their way to talk to me." You asked quietly.

He smiled softly, nodding his head at you as you two walked around town.

"Oh what a car! That's really nice." You exclaimed, pointing at the mustang that belonged to Bob Sheldon.

Dal looked at the car, remembering how many times he had slashes the tires to that exact car as he smirked.

"yeah uh that's Bob Sheldons car. We don't like him." He said, grabbing your shoulder as he kept walking.

"Why not? He hurt you?" You kept asking questions on why but he was scared to show the kind of person Dallas Winston really was.

"Nah, man. He just- look. Around here, you have to hide. You have to fight for just walking around in the streets. Just stay away from him. Understand?" he said, lighting a cigarette.

You weren't scared. You were sad that you couldn't go where you wanted.

"I move here from Africa. For more. And now all my opportunities are out the window. I wanna see the world, Dal." You say sadly.

He blew a puff of smoke into your face. You ignored it. It didn't bother you one bit. From the house you lived in, people smoked all the time. Even you. But not all the time.

"Wanna meet my friends?" He asked you randomly.

You were honestly excited.

"More? Like you?" You asked with a bright smile that soon made him smile as well.

"psh. I mean I guess. But remember sweetheart. There ain't a lot of people like Dally Winston." He kisses your hand before grabbing it, walking down the sidewalk with you.

You blushed softly, looking down at your feet.

You took your hand back. This is too early. You are getting too attached.

He noticed but ignored it as he looked around to distract himself.

You two then made it to a house, the screen door wide open for just anybody to walk in.

You shifted in your spot, nervous to go in.

Dallas noticed your absence, going back outside to find you when he saw you weren't behind you.

"Hey. What's up, man? Scared?" He said before laughing.

You loved his laugh.

"A little." You said looking at the house.

"Aw come on. They don't bite- Steve might. But just ignore them if they say weird stuff." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leading you inside before having his hand on the small of your back. Walking in right after you.

They boys looked up, besides Two-Bit and Ponyboy.

"Hey guys. This is Y/n. She just moved here from Africa." He said before Darry stood up, holding out his hand to introduce himself.

You nervously took it and smiled. "Hello Y/n. I'm Darryl but please call me Darry." He then pointed at all the boys, naming them as you nodded.

"Make yourself at home." He said before going into the kitchen.

You sat next to Two-bit, looking over his shoulder at the TV.

"Mickey Mouse?" You asked him, pointing at the Tv.

He looked at you and then at Dally.

"where did you find her, Dal? She's cute."

You blushed, putting a hand over your mouth as you looked at him then Dallas.

"Yeah yeah. Met er' at the diner." He rolled his eyes.

You got up and sat on the couch next to Dallas.

"Who's she? A girlfriend?" Steve said to Dally.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

You both stumbled over your words, trying to say it wasn't like that.

Steve just laughed.

"Jeez, Dal. If you like her just say that."

"Shut up snaggle tooth. I don't wanna hear it." Dallas just brushed him off before looking at the TV.

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It's been 5 weeks and you and Dallas are closer than you have ever been close with someone.

"Hey Y/n. Wanna go to the bar or somethin'? I'm real bored, man."

You looked at Dallas, before rolling your eyes with a smile.

"You're always bored." You said, grabbing your shoes.

You two walked over to Bucks, playing around on the way there.

You turned around, realizing that Dallas wasn't talking your ear off.

"Dally?" You said, looking behind parked cars.

You saw the alley way. It was dark and you hated it. You were scared of the dark.

You walked closer, hearing noises in the distance.

You screamed when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Dallas I'm gonna fucking kill you!" You said, punching him hard in the shoulder.

"Ow. Watch the guns, babe." He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"You know I hate the dark. Why would you do that?" You asked, looking anywhere but into his eyes.

"Hey, Doll. I was just playing around. Come on, you know it was funny." He said, making you smile slightly before punching him in the shoulder again. This time playfully.

"See? What'd I tell ya?" He said, jokingly grabbing your nose before you swatted his hand away.

"Come on dally. Let's go before it gets any later." You said, looking around, seeing darkness from the distance, a chill being sent up your spine.

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you.

"I ain't gonna let nothin' happen to you. You know that." He mumbled before walking towards Buck's with you under his arm.

It was taking forever to get there. It even started raining as you two were walking.

"Dal, I told you we should've took the car." You said, hitting his arm playfully. Both of you dripping with rain water.

"Yeah yeah. You just love being right don't ya? He smirked at you, wrapping his jacket around himself more as he shivered.

Your band T-shirt was almost see through, but it wasn't too bad since it was red.

"You just love being wrong don't ya?" You said, mocking his accent.

He glared at you playfully.

"Ha. Ha. Shut up." He flicked your ear. He noticed how your hair dripped with rain water, looking at you with admiration.

"You alright, dal-"

You two were cut off by a figure approaching the two of you.

"Dallas Winston? Is that you? What are you doing on this side of town, huh?" Bob said, taking a drink from his flask.

"Damn it." Dallas said under his breath.

"Look man. I don't want any trouble while I have my lady friend here. We're just passin' through, man." He said, staring him down nervously.

"Oh yeah? Where you from, doll? I haven't seen you around." He said, looking at you.

You didn't appreciate him calling you "Doll." And apparently Dallas didn't either.

"Um..Africa." You said quietly.

"Okay well you should just go back to Africa sweetheart. This ain't the place for you. Do you know who you're out here running with? Just look at em'." He sneered.

"Just ignore it, doll." Dallas said, grabbing you gently, pulling you away from Bob.

You balled up your fist as he continued to talk as you walked with Dallas.

"Dallas Winston is a bad man. You are better off on our side of town. Not with those losers."

You turned around, swinging a punch right to his nose.

"Don't you ever talk about my friends. I don't know you and you sure as hell don't know me. So step off." You paused before saying something else. "And if you have a problem with Dal, you have a problem with me." You wiped the blood from your knuckles before walking up the Dallas hurriedly, Bob ran off.

Dallas was shocked, but more so in love.

"Why- how..oh my God, Doll. You coulda' got hurt. The fuzz coulda' taken you away." He said looking at you with concern, checking you to make sure you were okay.

"Dal, I'm fine. I just don't like when people talk about my friends." You said, looking at your knuckles.

He smiled, hugging you, the sky starting to rain again.

You smiled, before hugging him back.

"You know. That kind of turned me on." He said, making you playfully smack his head.

"Dallas!" You covered your blush.

"What? Just sayin'" He smirked, wrapping his arm around you as the rain poured down.

"Real cute, Dally." You playfully pinched his cheek before he swatted your hand away.

"Not cuter than you, Pretty Girl."

heyy idk if you wanted me to send this to you but if you don’t then just ignore this :)

But can I get a rusty james x reader hcs where the ready is in a rock band and there the leader singer/guitarist?

Oh Lord, this man is down BAD for you while you perform.

Hes the loudest one at concerts, cheering you on.

Man's loves some cuddles after you get done doing your performance.

LOVES listening to your songs before they are released, he feels so special and it Is SUCH a confidance boost.

BEST BELIEVE THIS MAN KNOWS EVERY SONG EVERY WORD

Hates seeing you cry.

Once a hater hit you in the face with a waterbottle and this mf went OFF.

Your crew tried kicking him out after but you stopped them, saying he was with you.

He apologized after, but he was mad about it because you had a bruise on your cheek for a while.

Thinks your outfits are SO hot, like dayum girl.

Def ditches friends to see you instead.

Like sorry homie, gotta go see my baby rock out.

LOVE LOVES LOVES WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIM WHILE SINGING< GETS HELLA BUTTERFLIES

a bit short but I'ma make up for it

Who has requests? If you have some please send them because I’m running out of ideas 😭

Our cutie frrrrrr

matt dillon as jonathan corliss, a kiss before dying (1991) — a gifset for every matt dillon movie

Sodapop when he first saw yo cute fine ass 🤍

First of all..when you walked into the DX. HAHAHA- boy just about fainted.

I’m serious.

He thought he was seein stars ✨

“👁️👄👁️ Steve..who is that”

“That’s y/n, she’s pretty sweet, as far as I talked to her.”

“Yeah..” he says absentmindedly

“Dude, your staring”

“What?! No I’m not..tf” “okkk whaaateva”

Y’all hanging out at his house with two bit Dallas and them

Expect to catch him staring at you.

You thinking you have something on your face.

“Is there something on my face?” “👁️👄👁️ ……huh? Oh- no”

Him losing his shit on the inside when you talk to him.

He has liked you since he saw ya and he could even say that he loves you.

Him blushing a lot.

“Aww soda blushin over his babaygorl *kissing noises*” “shut up two bit!!!!!*throws pillow*”

Him protecting you from socs.

Best believe someone gettin they shit rocked if they insult you.

When you two do end up dating…oh god..

You.have.him.whipped.

Says yes to anything you want. You are totally against it but he won’t budge.

“Can we get Mexican food?” Y’all already had Mexican food this week but he says yes anyway. “Of course babe” “we don’t have to” “babe..if you want Mexican food then we are getting Mexican food.”

“Now give me a kiss” so adorable 🥰 🫶

Cuddles in the back of his car.

…he will stare at your ass. I’m not even gonna lie.

You could literally be just laying on his bed.

“Dayum gurl” “shut upuhhh”

The boys literally shipping you two like there is no tomorrow.

“Aww you guysss” “shut up dally”

He has to be kissin you or huggin you..or both.

Has his hand on your ass when your two are cuddling sometimes. WITH CONSENT!!!!

He is a boy of consent.

You are literally his baby, his boo boo

His sunshine

His ehitdvhjkkjswrhhjjytrfffhbnhr

Everything.

You mean everything to him fr fr.

This is him whenever you just breathe “❤️❤️🤍🤍❤️♥️💙💜💗🖤💛💖💞💚❣️💓🧡💘💝👩‍❤️‍👨🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🤍🤎😍😍😍😍😍😘😘🥰😘😘 AHHHHH FTYGFJIHDSWRIJJBVDGJK YOU SO FINE HDRYNGJVFYJMKK”

LMFAO

<3

🫶🫶🫶

Kissing you is like his FAVORITE thing ever.

You have him like “🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭”

He thinks about you before he falls asleep without even realizing it. So cute.

He talks about you. ALL.THE.TIME

“She’s just so beautiful Steve..i think I’m gonna marry her.” “Marry her? I’d love to see that.”

“🤭yeah..”

hi, honeybee! i love your writing, i literally just spent almost an hour reading your stuff! 🩷🥺

i was wondering if i could request dallas with a reader who had been in an abusive reIationship before getting with him, and she hid it from him until one day she flinches during an argument and dal is like ???? and she opens up about it and it's all fluffy and cute and he's fuIIy prepared to go beat up her ex for hurting her?

Awh.. I LOVE THE NICKNAME YOU GAVE MEE! SO CUTE! You are now one of my faves! AND I LOVE IT! Reach out anytime!

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Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem! Reader

Summary: The readers secret finally comes out during an argument.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, cursing, Dallas being too cute, Smoking, mentions of beer.

❝ When I arrive at my destination. I am going to kill Bill.❞

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It was a deep secret you didn't want to come out.

You wanted Dallas to think that he had a perfect girlfriend and you wanted to keep the sad stuff to yourself.

But secrets don't always hide themselves. They always come up to the surface. Whether they are meant to or not.

"Y/N..Why can't you just do it next week?"

Your performance was tomorrow night, you practiced all week and you wanted Dallas to watch.

"Because it would be too late to do it next week."

You spoke quietly and thought about if your relationships would be like the last.. He never wanted to watch your performances. He watched a few but he just shrugged them off like they were nothing.

He didn't understand the tears and frustration you put out just to make it the best for him to watch.

"Well I'm busy tomorrow night. Maybe I'll think about it." He said, taking a puff from his cigarette as he looked at the TV.

He always said that.

"Dallas!" You said, turning off the TV, standing in front of it.

"Hey, what the hell!" He said, sitting up, standing from his seat, walking to the TV.

"I'm sorry. But you don't understand what I go through just for you to push it away! I worked really hard this time, just for you. And you won't even think twice about it."

"I said I'll think about it!" He yelled, throwing his hand in the air.

You winced and shut your eyes tightly. You moved back harshly, making you bump into a table, knocking over your beer glass. You put one hand in front of your face, the other holding onto the edge of the table to keep your figure standing.

Dallas slowly brought his hand down.

"What'd you do that for, huh?" He spoke quietly. He already knew why. He just didn't wanna believe it.

No. He refused to believe it. That someone had hurt his beautiful doll.

"N-nothing. Just tripped." You got stood up straight and walked into your kitchen.

He followed you, right behind you.

"You think I believe that shit? Hell no! You're gonna tell me why the hell you acted like that." He said, and even though his voice was harsh, he grabbed your wrist gently.

"I'm serious, Dally. I tripped over my own feet. You don't even have to go to the performance, Dal. I wont go either." You said, hiding the fact that you were crying.

"Doll, I can't help you if you don't help me. Tell me. I'll go to every performance you have. I just want you to tell me who hurt you." You had him at your mercy. You could tell that he would do anything for you to tell him.

"My ex, (Random punk ass name), was abusive. Just a past relationship that didn't end well. Just old habits. I'm sorry."

He wrapped you in a hug. You could tell he was angry but he never took it out on you.

"No. Don't ever be sorry. I would never put my hands on you. You know that, doll." He kissed your cheek, his eyes tearing up at the thought of someone taking you for granted.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you stood in your kitchen like that for a while until you let go.

When you let go, he felt scared that he was gonna lose you.

You realized that you overreacted over the whole performance thing. You didn't even like (flutes, violin, piano, etc.)

"Dally, I'll tell you what. You don't have to go to the performance. I overreacted. I don't even like doing it. We can go out for ice cream tomorrow night, or maybe cause some trouble around town, hm?"

Dallas shook his head, smirking slightly.

"Or we can just stay here together, Watch a movie, and eat some snacks." Truthfully, Dallas just didn't wanna let you go.

You nodded.

But Dallas knew that when he got the chance, he was gonna find the guy that did this to you. And he was gonna kill him.

HEYYYY could I request a

Dallas x reader were the reader is a kick boxer hcs please and thx bookie😜

Of course my love! Anything for my cutie mutual! <3

How can I even begin?

Dallas Winston with a kickboxer girlfriend was the relationship nobody knew they needed.

Dal watched as he sat in the chair that was placed in the corner of your garage, watching you contently as you swung punches at the punching bag.

He tried to play it off like he wasn't that interested.

But he just loved the way you threw punches as sweat rolled down your body.

It kind turned him on if we're being honest.

"Any competitions comin' up?" He asked, trying to push away his dirty thoughts.

You punched the bag one more time, shaking your arms out as you wiped your forehead.

"Nah. Just bored" You breathed out before kicking the punching bag.

He nodded, watching you as you did your routine.

He loves helping you out.

This includes going to practice with you.

Even though he didn't have a membership.

Your boxing class gave up on trying to kick him out a while ago.

He loved that you could handle yourself.

But don't tell him that you fake needing his help just so he has an ego boost.

It sounds mean but it's very sweet.

He loves being able to be your Superman.

But most of the time your his superwoman and it's so cute.

He gets so distracted at rumbles because of the way you fight, making him get a good beating.

But to him it was worth seeing you kick ass.

(This is short but I think I'm gonna go bigger for the next one <3 hope you like it

um. um hi. i reallly. i really love ur writingn... i love you for writing wbout my bf dally 😭 hes

oh gosh.

idk im kinda tweaking but yeah imm in class rn i just REALLY like ur writing

can i be 💕🌅☄️ anon.... if you wanna...

um also ill suggest something ehen um. i can think muehehe

OH MY GOD??? Anon?????I DO and yessss I love dally

Yessss he would have such a hard time trying to also read the ones he traded.😭

I’ve not THAT big of a fan of Taylor swift but trust me I had my fair share of swifties when I was 10. I was the biggest swifties you ever saw. I still got a little bit in me 😍

Just imagine Dallas Winston trading bracelets with swifties at the eras tour concert 😭 just a cute little thought