Dallas Winston X Fem!reader Who Is Nice To Everybody. ((One Sided 😭💀)Enemies To Lovers Sorta)

Pleaseee can you do another part for the Dallas x single mom series? I really love it and I think your writing is amazing xoxo

Of course!! And thank you so much! I really appreciate it and everyone’s support! I love y’all 🥰

The gang x fem! Reader that has ADHD!(attention deficiency hyperactive disorder)platonic!

Well, people may look at you like “girl what?” When you tell them you have adhd.

Adhd is a disorder.

It includes attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.

In the attention difficulty department, it is hard to pay attention at school.

Hyperactivity is where your body is hyped up on its own.

It is a constant problem.

Impulsiveness includes emotional outbursts with no intentions.

Anger is also something that is often expressed with adhd.

Low self esteem. This is a very bad problem with adhd.

But if you have the gang, they don’t care.

Sodapop seems like he has adhd, but definitely isn’t medicated for it.

Also, YOU CAN NOT SELF DIAGNOSE YOURSELF WITH ADHD!!

It’s has to be medically diagnosed and must be done by a licensed professional doctor.

If you are medicated for your adhd, the boys will remind you to take your medication.

If you run out, it will result in lack of sleep.

I’m talkin 7:00 in the mornin.

Sometimes you may not even sleep at all.

There are very low chances of being able to sleep if you are used to medication.

The boys try to help you with school because grades WILL be impacted by your adhd.

You will most likely have a councilor/tutor for extra help during tests.

Two-bit is a perfect buddy for your hyperactivity.

He WILL wear you out.

But that’s a good thing.

Dallas isn’t always thrilled to have a s/o that’s always yelling in his ear.

But he knows it not your fault.

And he tries to help you.

Sometimes you do it just because you can.

Because you’re a human that can express joy just as much as everyone else.

When you’re having low self esteem.

This boy will make it his problem.

He will make it his business.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say something like that about yourself again. You’re amazing and you are not dumb.”

Soda being your support as well.

Well actually the GANG is your support.

Soda just gets where you stand in the “I’m dumb” department.

He tells you that you’re smart.

And that’s true.

Because people with adhd just require a different way of learning.

Ponyboy helping you with school.

Dallas taking you, Johnny, and ponyboy to the drive in.

Even if you have to study.

“Dally! I have to study!”

“So what? You’ve been studying since you’ve got home. You got this. Come on.”

Darry helping you through with your emotional outbursts.

“Just breathe. Okay? You are fine.”

Steve and soda letting you go with them to the DX to give you something to do.

And it’s not a chore.

They let you pick what you wanna do.

If you start crying about something at school.

Like let’s say, somebody made a comment about how you looked that day.

And you went to the Curtis house crying.

The gang is there for you, telling you that you look great as always.

Johnny and you having a smoke ring contest.

Trying to see who can make the best smoke rings.

The gang helps you through anything.

Because that’s what friends do.

@the-greasers-angel

@dvllaswinston

@heyitstial

@alanasblogasf (always have a special place in my heart) <3

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Bartender! Fem! Reader x Dallas Winston Blue version (Remake <3)

The sight was absolutely beautiful.

The sight of you, was beautiful.

He had been staring all night, how could have he not noticed your presence until now?

That was the question.

He sat on the stool, waiting patiently for his turn of pool, which he was playing with his buddy, Mark.

"Go talk to 'er," Mark said as he shot his ball, missing badly, cursing under his breath, another dollar out of his pocket as he was losing badly to the bet they had made.

"What are you on about?" The brunette questioned, shooting his ball in the pocket, acting like he was clueless.

Mark had groaned, not only at the fact that he was losing, but the fact that Dallas was acting oblivious to his feelings.

"That cute bartender you've drooling over all night, mind telling me when the wedding is?" He joked.

Dallas missed his second shot, as he was being distracted by Mark, and also his thoughts of you.

"Oh yeah, real funny. It doesn't matter because she definately would not even think to even look at me, let alone talk to me. And-"

"Hold on. I know I am not hearing Dallas Winston talk down about himself." He had cut him off, not believing the words coming out of his buddy's mouth.

Dallas just shrugged, setting his pool stick up against the wall, starting another round.

"Look, either you go over there a sweep her off her feet or I'll do it myself." Mark laughed, but Dallas didn't find it funny.

He smiled back at Mark, mockingly. He knew his buddy was just joking, but he still couldn't even stand the thought of someone else having you.

"Alright alright, I'll go." He slid out from in-between the pool table and the stool, getting nervous as he walked towards the bar.

'She's even prettier up close' , He thought before coming back to his senses.

"Hello, sir. What would you like? You asked him with such kindness, he could melt right where he was standing.

"Oh- uh..a beer is fine." He said, snapping out of his trance as he began to sit on the stool.

"Alright, would you like anything else-"

"Aye ba- baby. could I get another round?" A middle age man slurred, cutting you off and downing his probably 50th drink.

"Uhm, sure just let me finish up with this customer and I will be right with you." you smiled.

"Yeah yeah, hu- hurry up." He hiccupped.

"I'm going as fast as I can-"

"Excuse me, um you can take his, I don't need anything else and I can wait. I'm not in a hurry or anything." Dallas smiled sweetly.

you smiled in relief.

Dallas nodded as you handed the man another drink.

"Your drink, Sir." You smiled uncomfortably, walking around the counter, fearing that the drink would spill if your weren't careful, holding the man's drink out to him.

"Thank's sweet cheeks." He said, snatching the drink, smacking your ass harshly as he walked past you.

You felt like crying. Not only did it hurt, but you felt so violated.

To say Dally was pissed was an understatement.

"I'll be back, alright?" He said.

You nodded before making another drink, not for a customer, but for yourself.

You started to think he wasn't coming back.

But you looked up to see the same man from earlier, with Dallas following right behind him.

"I'm sorry." The man said, looking terrified.

"You're sorry what?" Dally had asked, grabbing his shoulder with a death grip.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am."

Dallas smiled, proud of himself.

"Good job buddy. Also the next time you try that on her, I'm gonna be there. And I'm gonna break your fucking face, understand?" He said, whispering the threat so you didn't hear.

But you did.

The man nodded and scurried off.

You smiled to yourself, thinking it was best not to ask about it.

Dallas wanted to ask for your number but didn't want you to get the wrong idea, after that happened.

But after a moment of silence, he decided to go for it.

"Would you mind if I got your number?" he asked, slowly regretting it.

"Anything for my knight in shining armor." You smiled, joking around before writing your number of a random piece of paper.

Dallas smiled at you lovingly, before turning to Mark, giving him a thumbs up.

"But you do know that we live right across the hall from each other though, right?" you asked, tearing off the piece of paper.

He smiled.

"I know, I just thought we could have each others number just because." He said, thinking he sounded stupid.

"You're real cute Dally." You laughed, handing him the piece of paper.

Dally smiled at the sweet compliment that escaped your lips.

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You sat in bed at 11:24, thinking about Dallas and how sweet he was.

But gosh, the stories you heard did not fit the picture.

Your thoughts were cut off by your bedside telephone.

"Hello?" You answered, your sweet voice filling the line.

There was some shuffling in the background, before you heard a quiet and familiar voice.

"Hi, y/n." Dally answered.

"Oh hi Dally!" You exclaimed with excitement.

The way you said his name made his heart jump.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

You giggled.

"Well, I just got this new scary movie that's supposed to be good, or so I heard, and then I got this candy- I'm tearing that shit up as we speak." You said, chewing on your candy.

His laugh filled your phone speaker.

"You are such a chatter box." He stated, laughing some more.

"Oh my bad" You said, honestly thinking you were talking too much.

"No no, I like hearing you talk." He was sure you could feel him smiling through the phone.

"Oh, thanks. You have a nice voice too." You laughed, smiling to yourself.

"I know. Haha, anyway, what's the movie about?" He asked, actually interested in the topic of the film.

Your smile got bigger.

"So, it's about these this group of friends that get stuck in a house, for Halloween basically, and there is this creepy guy following them around- it just turns into a total blood bath."

"Sounds interesting."

You paused for a bit.

"..You wanna watch it with me?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah, my room or yours?" He asked, needing to know if he should tidy up a bit.

"Would you mind if we watching it in yours?" You asked, grabbing your movie.

"We can, see ya in a bit." He said, hanging up.

You grabbed your blankets and pillows, and grabbing the movie and some snacks and started walking towards his room.

You knocked on the door gently, hearing a thud before seeing the door open.

The room smelt like cologne, not in a bad way. It smelled really good.

You handed him the movie before sitting on the bed.

And sitting turned into laying, because it was really comfy.

"Oh my god, either I'm staying in here with you from now on, or we trading beds because this shit about to make me pass the fuck out." You said, laying under his covers.

He laughed before walking over to the bed and laying on it, waiting for the movie to start.

He lit a cigarette and laid back.

You laid back as well, not knowing what to do as the intro of the movie started to play.

He looked at you for a bit, not being able to look away.

"Ew! what does it look like that!?" You squealed as the movie portrayed a large bowl of old food that had gone bad.

you turned your head into Dally's chest, which made his heart flutter, making his stomach turn into a knot at the small amount of psychical contact.

The movie continued as the suspense escalated.

"Yeah she dead." Dallas laughed as the brunette tripped over her own two feet.

You laughed as well.

You might have just made the bestest friend you could ask for.

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

OMG BABE I GOT YOUUUU!!!

I think this one is cute I made it up of the spot for you🤭

I was thinking like matt dillon x reader we’re the reader are on the cast of the outsiders and during the filming of the movie bts they were flirty and stuff and kinda like touching each other (non sexual ofc😟) and towards the end of the movie he asks her out and that go out on a date and like some time later there in interviews they talk abt each other and it’s all cute and shit

Idk if you don’t like it ignore it if you do then cool!

-Tia🤍

OMG THIS IS JUST OML! I MADE MY SIS READ THIS REQUEST AND I WAS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AS SHE DID!

ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL!

You were more than thrilled when you found out you got the role for "The Outsiders"

You have been waiting for them to call you and you were so nervous.

You sat in your dressing room, as the staff did your makeup and hair.

Once they were finished, you went outside to meet everyone.

Tommy (Ponyboy) was so sweet to you and he made you feel very welcome.

When you met Matt. God, your heart just almost stopped. Same for him.

You talked to each other the most.

You did the first scene and you walked with pony , Johnny and Dallas.

Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of you. They had to do many retakes becaause he was so distracted.

"Jesus, Matt. Gotta crush on the lady? Get it together" Ralph said, nudging his shoulder.

He blushed harshly.

"N-no. I don't, hush and mind your own role" He said playfully

y'all did a few scenes at the drive in and he threw his arm over your shoulder as y'all sat in y'all's seats. (def was not scripted)

The last scene took many takes but you definitely got it down.

You cried as johnny's heart rate went flat, hugging Ponyboy and Dallas ran off.

"Dally!" You screamed as he ran out the hospital.

You looked at pony then at Johnny, making you cry more.

The scene cut and you wiped your "Tears" before Matt came back into the room.

"You did so good Y/n" He complimented, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"I honestly thought you were really sad." Tommy said.

You all laughed and filmed the last scene.

When it was over, Matt walked up to.

"Hey y/n. Do you think I could talk to you in private?" He asked, smiling nervously.

"Sure tthing, sweets." You smiled, taking him somewhere private.

"Whats up?" You asked, sorta scared.

"Well, um I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. I uh really like you." He said, trying his best to hide his blush. He was scared he might have ruined a very special friendship.

You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek, before nodding and walking off.

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A month later, Matt was in an interview. The rest of the cast was backstage, watching him, waiting for their turn.

"So the fans wanna know if there is something going on between you two. They have suspected you looking at Y/n like you were in love, that true?" The interview host asked, the crowd going silent waiting for Matt to respond.

"Um" He chuckled, a pink tint on his cheeks as the crowd laughed.

You were as red as a stop sign as the rest of the cast teased you.

"Yeah actually, um. I asked her out when we were done with the movie and she said yes and here we are." He said as the audience went "aw" and some laughed as he tried to play it cool.

"What made you like her?" A fan screamed.

"Yes that's a good question what made you like her?" The host asked Matt.

He blushed some more and went on to tell everyone.

"Well you know, she was there for everyone and she was just very sweet and very very pretty and I don't know, it just made me feel somethin I guess." He said as the audience screamed at how cute his response was.

"Why don't we get Y/n out here, hm?" He said, calling someone to bring you to the stage

Matt hid his face in his jacket, intensely embarrassed.

You walked onto the stage and sat right next to him, wrapping your arm around him smiling brightly.

The audience squealed and hollered.

Matt smiled to himself.

"That's so cute you guys. Y/n, what made you fall in love with Matt?" The host said, asking you the same question as Matt.

"Well he was very kind and he just has the most amazing smile and he is really handsome and he just makes me really happy and I wouldn't pick anybody over my sunshine." You said, fixing his hair gently, moving it out of his face as he smiled and blushed.

The crowd screamed as the host ended the show off on a great note.

(I'm so sorry if it's bad, I wanted to improve it but I didn't want to do too much and make it worse, I hope you like it, I was really excited to write this. Thank you for the opportunity bae <3)

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.

OMGGG hey tysm💕💕 I absolutely loved the James fic !:) and I’m glad you enjoyed the idea <33333 Okok I have another idea for you hope it’s not too lame!!

Basically rusty James and reader have known each other for quite some time, they met through mutual friend and since then he’s been head over heels for her, but she’s too oblivious to his flirtatious antics. To his dismay though she’s been asked out by some random guy on a date where she either was stood up for or maybe he was being such a prick to her that in both ways she storms out wherever they were. On her way back home she comes across James, who sees her all messed up, frustrated and in tears obviously confused and concerned. And in the end he makes it up for her by taking her on short cute date (of your opinion) and later on probably finds the guy who did all the damage and beats him up lololol

Of course bby! (I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS FR also i'm not putting a date scene for rusty in this because I'm bad at good dates and not ending them like I'm the most traumatized person ever.)

﹛♛﹜But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

You walked over to the lunch table, setting your bag down next to Rusty's.

"Oh hey Y/n. What's up?" One of his friends asked you, patting your back. To which you just smiled and said "Nothin much"

Rusty looked at you quietly before returning back to his lunch.

"Oh Rusty guess what. I got asked out yesterday." You smiled brightly, very proud of your accomplishment.

He nearly choked on his food as he looked at you.

"You serious, man? Who? You finally found someone other than me? The man of your dreams?" He said, pretending he didn't believe you as a joke. Only deep down he didn't feel so good. He felt sick and wanted to lay on the floor until the ground swallowed him whole.

"Mac westen" You said with a smug smile, sitting on top of the table.

He felt as if someone grabbed his heart and threw it on the floor right next to him.

"Oh. That's cool I guess. Congrats." He said, not really delivering good energy, which you just brushed off.

Rusty walked you home like he always did, only this time he wasn't talking with a boastful voice. In fact, he barely even spoke.

You gave him a hug, like normal as your arrived at your house. Rusty wanted to cry knowing that he would have to share these hugs with someone else.

"Whats wrong, Rusty?" You asked sweetly as he hugged tighter.

"Nothin'. Just givin' you a good luck hug." He lied right through his teeth. But you didn't have to know that.

You smiled before walking into your house, immediately getting ready for your date. Rusty walked to his house, thinking "When did I let her slip through my fingers?" and "Why can't it be me?" but he knew the answers to both questions. He supposed that maybe he just wasn't your kinda guy and just wanted someone more stable. Or that maybe he could offer you way more than he ever could.

You slipped into a white slip dress and a pair of white heels that had little diamonds on them. You did your hair and makeup, wanting to look absolutely perfect.

Once you were done, you walked to the place where he said the two of you would meet. The diner.

You saw him in the last booth, sitting by himself as he looked at the menu. You walked his way and sat down in front of him, putting your purse on the right side of you. He smirked slightly and took in your figure. You blushed and looked down.

"So uh. What are we doin' tonight?" You spoke quietly.

He rubbed his hand on your thigh. You weren't that phased because Rusty did that all the time when he was nervous or angry. But you were quite uncomfortable for it to be someone else touching you but you pushed the thoughts away and looked at him with a smile.

"Well I was planning on eating and then I can take you back to my place." He spoke as his hand rested on your knee.

You looked at your menu, feeling like he was staring holes into your body.

"Yeah I suppose that I am a bit hungry." You said, ignoring his last suggestion about taking you back to his place. You were honestly scared of what his intentions were.

He nodded before a waitress came up to take your order.

"Hello Darlings what would you like?" Her voice instantly made you smile brightly.

He stared at her figure longer than he had yours, and you were relieved. But you felt sorry for her as well, seeing her uncomfortable expression.

"Um. I would like the steak, Ma'am." You said, trying to distract her from him so she wasn't so uncomfortable anymore.

She nodded, writing your order down, looking at him for his order.

She took his order after a few attempts of him trying to touch her and swoon her with his words.

You almost felt like getting up and going home. This was your first date ever and it was going horrible.

He

He gripped your thigh under the table, surely leaving nail marks. You winced slightly.

"Ow. What the hell?" You exclaimed, kicking your feet.

His hand only went higher and higher, headed under your dress before you push him away and getting up hurriedly,

"Look. Uh, I don't think this is gonna work. You are being a major asshole. And I don't like the way you are touching me. You are hitting on the waitress and trying to slip your hand up my dress. And I'm sure you left a mark on my leg- yep there it is." You said crying, pointing to it.

He rolled his eyes, throwing his menu at you.

"Yeah whatever bitch. I was only trying to get you in bed anyway." He said walking out the door without paying for his food.

You sobbed at the table, leaving a tip for the waitress and also for the food.

You took your heels off and walked out the door. You had mascara stains running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe you didn't see the signs. You just wished you would've picked the right person.

You cried all the way to the bar, sitting outsid

Your thoughts were cut off by someone running into your foot, you said sorry before looking up and meeting with familiar brown eyes.

"Hey doll. You alright?" He asked, wiping your tears as he looked at you in a panic manner.

It was Rusty. You didn't wanna see him. Not saying that you didn't wanna be around him or anything. But not now. You knew he would throw a fit.

He sat down next to you, rubbing your thigh gently, making you pull away.

And it was weird to him because he was used to doing this to calm not only him but it calmed you down as well.

"Doll did he try to touch you or somethin'? He said angrily, before seeing the marks on your thigh.

He stood up, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to keep his cool.

He muttered under his breath about "Killing that bastard." and "Messin' with my girl."

"Rusty it's okay. It just didn't end well and it's fin-"

He didn't even let you finish before kicking something, the tin can rolling onto the parking lot.

"Look doll. You uh, don't need that jerk and you know what? I'm gonna take you out, okay?" He said, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

You looked at him confused before laughing.

"Rusty James, you know that dates are for people that are in love- or somethin' like that I guess."

Mac definitely didn't feel that way towards you and you regretted even giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Yeah, I know doll. That..That's what I'm trying to say I guess. And uh, it's fine if you don't want to, we can just go out for a coke just as good old friends." He smiled nervously.

He seemed tuff on the outside but on the inside he was burning up and felt like he was waiting for forever to hear your answer.

"No no. I like that first one, Rusty." You said as you smiled back at him.

"I love you doll." He said before kissing your cheek, pulling out off of the bench and walked down the street with an arm over your shoulder.

(I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVEEEE <3 I love when you send in requests it makes my days so much better

Dallas when he first saw yo fine ass 🤭🥰🫶

PLEASE 💀 so you work at the DX with soda and Steve

LMFAO…boy literally-…boy literally thought he died.

“👁️🫦👁️”like..bitin his lip and shit ahh 😌 “hey dally whatcha starin at?”

“Nothinguhhh”

Is still head over heels 3 days after he saw you.

It’s cute…but…

Boy is literally asking soda to take him to the DX EVERYDAY.

“Bruh get in the car, you might as well live at the DX”

“………🫢…can I?” “💀no tf”

“Bro fr tho I’m hungry I just want to get a snack” “I can get it for you what you want?”

“Nooo-uhhh I wanna do ittuhhh” (it’s the whining like a 5 yr old fo me 💀”

You WILL catch him checking you out.

And when you do catch him he is like

LMFAO 😭💀

And when the guys tease him about you he is like this

AHH 💀💀

I FUCKING can’t

Look now…he has a starin problem? No

Your just beautiful….And dat ass is PHAT (😭forgive me I had to)

He will LITERALLY push away any other broads just for you.

Two but be like “..wtf is up whichu” “wdym?”

“…..you just blew off that babe that was a WILLING participant”

“I know..” “oohhhh this is about y/nnn”

“Shut upuhhh”

You got him like 😩

Lmaoooo

Boy literally got you flowers and put them on your doorstep and DIPPED like mf RAN.

And he didn’t even STEAL them this time.. mf BOUGHT them 😭💀

He thinks about you ALL THE TIME.

“Guys he’s blushing again” *waves hand in front of his face and mf don’t even blink*

“Aww he thinking about y/nnn” boy only comes out of his trance when he hears your name. “Y/n is coming over?!”

Sodapop is like “no 💀”

“Well tell her to come over dummy” “…damn you down bad fo her “

“…shut upppuhh 😫”

You do end up coming over duh.

“Hey dally there’s your boo thang” “soda…shut up”

If you sit next to him he will literally die..in a good way.

The rest of the boys trying to call him out in front of you.

“You are always blushing around her” “no I’m not pfff tf”

*blushes AGAIN*

When he asks you to be his girlfriend omggg.

Boy literally made a little blanket fort in his room. (BTW you are NEVER too old for forts…if you think that your age determines weather or not you can make a fort…RESPECTFULLY get off of earth. Love ya)

Cuddles ALL THE WAY 🤭🤭

Got him like “🤭🤭🤭😩😩🥵😩😫😫😍😍😍😊☺️🤗🤗🤗”

So cute.

OMGGG 🤭

He is LITERALLY head over heels

Y’all know that song head over heels by tears for fears?

That. That right there is the song.

Yk…THAT song

He literally will punch someone just for breathing in your direction.

Lady’s man yk what I’m sayin?

AH SO FUCKING CUTE 😩🤭😭😭

MF KISSES ALL THE TIME I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!

Keep in mind that this is DALLAS WINSTON we are talking about. He’s still gonna do that “what? Man I ain’t goin soft” shit.

Yes he is. But he still a bad bitch doe 💀🤭

Has his hand on your ass during cuddles. Kisses, LITERALLY just hangin out.

With consent tho.

Chile anyway so…ahem..yeah that’s Dallas for ya. 💀😭