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— masterlist. 📌

— rules ౨౿

— alternative universes

three words — fluff / light angst

dallas finally grows familiar with those three sacred words. 

position — fluff / bit suggestive

you and dallas weren't sure how you guys ended up in such a position.

dallas winston x artist!reader — headcanons

imagine being an artist with dallas winston as your boyfriend!

with you — fluff

dallas decides to join you on the front porch one chilly night.

bitter — angst

you decided to be the one to walk away from dallas for a change.

rekindled — angst / happy ending

you and dallas coincidentally meet at a bar years after your breakup.

no promises — angst / confession

dallas doesn't like the idea of you going out with another guy.

so pretty — fluff

dallas reluctantly lets you paint his nails.

dating dallas headcanons

what would it be like dating the dallas winston?

santa baby — fluff

you and dallas celebrate your first christmas together.

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do i get back on my grind or nah

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— nya’s alternate universes 🐚

status: maybe?

heathers au

↳ headcanon (empty ..)

scream au

↳ headcanon (empty ..)

shop au

↳ headcanon (empty ..)

band au

↳ headcanon

skating au

↳ headcanon (empty ..)

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my fault guys 🫠

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okay .. i have several aus. now what the fuck do i do with them 😐

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actually yeah, can somebody try and send requests for these? im actually stuck

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okay .. i have several aus. now what the fuck do i do with them 😐

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hockey player! dallas winston x figure skater! reader ⛸️🏒

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part 10 of ignoring requests … 🌚

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will these ever be posted? probably not anymore atp 💔 i can’t seem to write dallas in character anymore and it’s been bothering me like crazy

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pls post old dallas fic i NEED this #dilfhunter

HELPPPP ill see what i can do 😭 im lowkey rlly rusty

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looking at the older!dallas fic in my drafts … what should i do with it

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santa baby

dallas winston x fem! reader

warnings: fluff fluff fluff! ooc, not proofread, lost motivation towards the end. also, i haven't written a fic in ages :/ summary: you and dallas celebrate your first christmas together. authors note: warming up for the next fic that im writing. plus, im currently in the holiday spirit! <3 also, totallyyyy didn’t scrap another fic for this.

“What do you think about this one, Dal?” you ask your boyfriend, holding up yet another red Christmas ornament from the crumpled-up box on the floor.    

Dallas lifted his gaze from the newspaper in his hands, furrowing his brows in concentration as he silently inspected the obnoxiously shiny object dangling in front of him.    

“Doll, jus’ pick somethin’,” he grumbled, tossing aside the newspaper beside him on the couch, leaning forward on his elbows. “Ain’t they all jus’ gonna end up on the tree anyway?”  

You huff, delicately setting the ornament back down into the box, pushing yourself up from the floor with a soft grunt. You padded over to Dallas in your fuzzy socks, lightly pulling him up. “C’mon,” you mummer.  

Dallas groaned, but did not argue as you dragged him over towards the Christmas tree. It stood tall and proud; silver tinsel reflected off the fireplace, red-green ornaments delicately hung from its branches. The only thing that was truly missing was the lights and the star that had yet to take its rightful place. It’s a tradition that you’ve done every year—one that you’re extremely thrilled to be sharing with Dallas, much to his indifference towards the holiday.  

You bent down to grab a green ornament from the box, opening Dallas’ hand before gently closing it—your hand remaining over his. “Can you at least try to be enthusiastic for our first Christmas together?” you scolded, although there was no real malice in your voice.  

“Y’know I’ve never—” 

“I know,” cutting him off, gently placing your hand over his cheek, caressing him with your thumb. “I know,” you repeated softly. “That’s exactly why I want you to at least try to put effort into decorating with me—or at least give it a shot.”  

Dallas rolled his eyes, muttering a ‘whatever’ as he took the ornament and placed it on an unoccupied branch, raising an eyebrow as he turned to you for feigned approval. You couldn’t help but giggle at his sarcasm.    

“See? Was that sooo hard?” you teased, walking over to the much larger box on the counter, gently setting it on the floor—mindful of the items inside. You reached into it, holding up a string of Christmas lights. “Help me put them up?” You asked through a laugh.    

Dallas sighed again, but this time it was much softer. He shook his head, watching as you slowly unravel the lights, handing him one end while you held onto the opposite end to plug into the wall socket.  

“So, uh, how do I do this?” He asks, holding up the lights.  

“Just wrap the lights around the tree until the string is completely out of your hands,” you directed, gesturing towards the tree. “It’s easier than it sounds, Dal.”  

“Right..” He trailed off, slowly walking around the tree with the string lights.  

You watched as his pupils dilated as he focused on the decorations, the way his lips formed into a small smile as if he had finally discovered the childlike wonder that he’s spent all his life longing for. He eventually finished wrapping the tree, giving you an opportunity to plug the connector into the wall socket. You both stood back in awe as the tree flickered to life.    

“Soooo…” you murmur, wrapping your arms around Dallas’ neck, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “What do you think? Don’t lie to me either, Dal.”    

Dallas took a moment to glance back up at the tree, the same childlike wonder from earlier making a final return. He looked back down at you, eyes softening. “Guess this whole Christmas thing isn’t that bad,” he answered finally.  

Just as he was about to pull you in for a kiss, you jumped back abruptly, leaving him confused as you speed-walked towards the counter, grabbing one last thing from the box.  

“Ta-daaaa!” You announced, holding up the star that’s supposed to be the finishing touch for the tree. “Care to help me do the honors?”    

“Sure, doll,” Dallas replied, chuckling to himself as he reached for the step stool that was lined up against the wall, setting it beside the tree. He held onto your waist tightly as you stepped onto the stool, muttering curses as it wobbled.  

“Christ, don’t fall and bust your ass.”  

“Relax,” you assured, carefully putting the star on top of the tree, proudly smiling to yourself at your work. You turned to look down at Dallas. “Besides, you would’ve caught me if I fell, right?”  

“Are you takin’ advantage of me?”  

“Would that be so bad?” You replied, stepping off the stool. You reached for the neatly wrapped gift on the coffee table, holding it out for Dallas to accept it. “Thought I should get you something.”  

Dallas’ eyes bounced between you and the reindeer-themed wrapping paper, slowly ripping at the paper until pieces piled onto the floor—revealing a vibrant red wool sweater that was Dallas' exact size, adorned with white snowflakes on the sleeves, neon colors embedded in the fabric, and a comically large Christmas tree at its center. Dallas held up the sweater with his fingertips, scowling at you. 

“Fuck is this?” 

“Thought we could maybe match,” you suggested, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“Hell no—” 

“Dal, come on!” 

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currently reading dallas fics for inspiration 😣

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— rules. 📌

❑ for starters, i will occasionly take breaks between fics. while writing can be fun, it takes a lot of time and can most definitely lead to burnout! with that being said, please don't blow up my requests; i'll get to it when i can.

❑ i only write for character x fem! reader, i'm not entirely comfortable writing outside of that and i won't be able to do you any justice otherwise. :(

❑ while i'm on the topic of characters, i only write for dallas and maybe darry. it all comes down to being able to write them in character.

❑ i post angst, fluff, headcanons, and moodboards! so feel free to request any of those options. some of my fics will be a bit suggestive, but i won’t go beyond that! i’ll make sure to tag beforehand.

❑ i won't be writing about self harm, incest, pedophilia, and eating disorders. point blank. please keep discrimination off my page too.

❑ feel free to talk to me! or submit an anon if you aren't comfortable enough. i'll respond as quick as i can. ♥︎

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dating dallas headcanons

dallas winston x fem! reader

warnings: brief mentions of fights and blood! not proofread! ooc?

author’s note: its christmas break! currently writing headcanons as a warmup for actual fics :) college has been super crazy and i haven’t had time to write anything. also, i passed all my classes! woohoo!

for starters, dallas, in any means, wouldn’t win boyfriend of the year. in all honesty? he’s lowkey a piece of shit! he definitely cares about you in his own way

a few months into your guys’ relationship, he had decided to let you keep his; muttering something about how it looked better on you than it did him. he eventually gave you his saint christopher necklace too.

his love language? gift giving. its rare for him to pay for something knowing that he’s just going to give it to you. your favorite snacks? stolen. jewelry? swiped. makeup and small accessories? nabbed. would totally steal from the whole store for you if he could!!

you definitely fussed at him too, but it was the thought that counts, right? (you did convince him to start using his money though)

how is he with pda? not superrrr over the top! the most he’d do is kiss you, put his arm over your shoulder, or hand around the waist.

like to imagine that he kept you a secret from his friends until he was 100% sure about you! everyone had seen how his past relationship ended, so he wanted to make sure that you sure the one.

love to imagine that this man is a silent yearner! poor thing didn’t know what to do with himself once he figured out that he had feelings for you.

definitely found himself alwayssss staring whenever you’re distracted !! always tried to play it off whenever you caught him.

his idea of dates is either the drive-in or the diner! he particularly doesn’t care for doing anything else as long as he’s doing it with you, but he isn’t against doing anything outside of that either (mostly)

loves to see the concern on your face whenever he comes to your face busted up from a fights. it still surprises him that you care about him

“why do you you this?” you ask quietly—breaking the silence, gently applying pressure onto dallas’ bloody knuckles with a damp cloth. “get into these fights, i mean.” dallas shrugs, using his free hand to put out the cigarette in the ashtray, the smell of smoke lingering in the air. “done it all my life, sweetheart.” “that doesnt—” you start, closing your eyes momentarily to keep your composure, swallowing down the tears that were threatening to spill. “that doesnt make it okay, dal.” dallas didn’t even respond to your question. instead, he watched you work diligently to treat his injuries. he’d seen how putting himself in harms way had started to take a toll on you. truthfully, he’s still left in disbelief as to how somebody so caring as you could possibly want about some hood like him. he made sure to get into less fights after that.

is he the jealous type? a little bit! he knows that youre too good for him; meaning sometimes he’s worried that some soc guy is going to sweep you off your feet.

definitely gives forehead kisses! its his way of saying silently saying ‘i love you’ :) hes not very good with words so that’s his best way of communicating with you

speaking of communication, the man lowkey sucks at it ! if the argument is super bad then he's more likely to ghost you for days and come back as if nothing happened. he's never been in a relationship this serious before, so he doesn't know how to deal with the issues that come with it. well, we've all seen how his last relationship ended.

you eventually do always talk things out with him though, but unfortunately its a cycle. :(

the man isn't a mind reader but I feel like he'd be crazyyy observant when it comes to you. if there's something bothering you? best believe he'd pry it out!

overall, dating dallas is definitely an experience! but you wouldn't have it any other way. you know he loves you <3

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no promises

dallas winston x fem! reader

summary: dallas doesn't like the idea of you going out with another guy. warnings: jealousy, reader lowkey calling dallas out, angst, arguing? depends on how you look at it. author's note: so sorry for the lack of fics! definitely would've had this done sooner but writer's block has been terrible and college has been hectic (in a good way, kinda?). also, wrote this back in june, but I haven't gotten around to finishing until now :/ you can kinda see that I'm rusty towards the very end. definitely not proofread at this point either !

Dallas Winston doesn’t do romance. Sure, he had hookups here and there, but he’d never been the type to surprise a broad with chocolate hearts or get dressed up to take them on dates to fancy restaurants. So, he couldn’t figure out why he was pissed when he heard that a guy was taking you out to do exactly that. 

You were sitting at your white vanity, hair done, and already wearing the light pink dress that you had chosen days before. Just as you were finishing applying lipstick, you hear a harsh tap at your bedroom window—startling you. You turn to see Dallas with a boyish grin on his face. You mutter something inaudible, turning to face the mirror to check your appearance a final time, only to discover that you had accidentally smeared your cheek with lipstick.

“Christ.”

You huff, getting up from the stool and dusting off the imaginary dirt off the skirt of your dress, heels softly clicking against the hardwood floor as you made your way over to the window to pull up the sash. Dallas steps through, one foot at a time, you backed up to give him room. He couldn’t even get a word in before—

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Eesh, doll,” he says, putting his hand over his heart to feign offense. He shrugs off his leather jacket before hopping onto your bed, the soft mattress bouncing underneath him. “Thought you would’ve been happier to see me.” 

“Couldn’t you have picked a better time?” You ask harshly, folding your arms. You stood over him with your eyes narrowed in irritation. Timing aside, you were a little happy to see him, but what could’ve been so important that he had to stop by tonight?

He shrugs, his eyes soaking in your appearance. Your curls fell neatly over your shoulders, perfume smelled of lavender and citrus, and your dress hugged your figure just nicely. You looked really pretty. He notices the smeared lipstick on your cheek, smirking.

“Uh, you got a lil somethin’…” he trails off, gesturing to your cheek. 

You groaned, stomping back over to your vanity to sit back down on the stool, crossing your legs. Dallas’ eyes followed you. 

Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, only thing that could be heard is the sound of Dallas shuffling around in your bed. You were so preoccupied with your makeup that you didn’t even notice him still watching you. 

“…Who is he?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that, so you didn’t at first, but you caught Dallas’ expression through the mirror; the way his jaw clenched as if he was biting back on saying something that he’d regret. 

You sighed, setting the blush down. “His name is Michael,” you answered softly. “Met him through a friend; he’s… very sweet.” You thought back to when he surprised you with roses before he asked you out—you weren’t even aware that you were smiling. Apparently Dallas noticed, because right after, he lets out an obnoxious scoff. 

You turned towards him, brows furrowing. “What the fuck is your problem?” 

Dallas shrugs, scooting towards the edge of your bed, looking down at the floor. “Jus’ didn’t think guys like that were your type.” 

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “What exactly is my type, Dallas?“ you ask, folding your arms. “You?” 

That shut him right up—and just for a moment, and just for a moment only, you thought you saw a tinge of hurt in his eyes. You almost felt guilty. Almost. 

“C’mon,” He says, sitting up straighter, his gaze holding on yours. He’s trying to pretend what you said didn’t sting even in the slightest. “Do you even like the guy?”

To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about Michael. Sure, he was sweet and funny enough, but you didn’t like him like that—at least not yet. The only reason why you’re even seeing him now was because your friend was tired of seeing you mope around like a sad puppy. You hated how Dallas almost always saw right through you. 

“You used to call those guys rich assholes” he says, his eyes never once leaving yours. “Y’know they ain’t really worth your time.” 

“That’s not your decision to make,” you spat out finally, clutching the end of your dress in frustration. Finally, you stood up, putting your hands to your hips. “Since when did you give a damn about what guy I went out with?” 

He was about to respond, but you cut him off. “No seriously, why now?” you probed further, your voice raising slightly. You always hated how he got under your skin like this. “Did you finally get bored of hooking up with complete strangers and decide I’m next?”

“Christ, that’s not—”

“So what is it?”

He didn’t respond to this. What the hell could he even say? That’s exactly what he’s been doing this whole time. He’s never been the one for something serious, it’s not like he had the best role models either.

You shook your head, accepting his silence as an answer. You turned your back towards him, opening the drawers of your vanity, taking the makeup that you were using previously and placing them inside, one by one—a tiny sniffle escapes you. 

“Y’know, Dal,” you started, sitting back down to check your appearance in the mirror again, now discovering that your mascara was now slightly smudged from unshed tears. “You don’t get to come through my bedroom window and judge who I go out with—not when I spent so long basically pining for you.”

“What?”

You winced, instantly regretting those words the moment they escaped your lips. Accepting that there’s no coming back from this, you turned to face him again—another sniffle escaping you.

“I’m not going to be that girl, Dal,” you whispered, wiping the tears that were now starting to fall, ruining your mascara further. You didn’t even caring about your date anymore. “I’m not going to be that girl that’s going to let you string her along. I’m not.” 

You weren’t sure why you didn’t kick him out after that. It would’ve been better; you would’ve cleaned yourself up, put on a smile for a guy that actually thought about you—burying deep within yourself that somebody else had your heart entirely. The next thing you knew was that Dallas raised himself from your bed, breaking the distance—his calloused hands grabbing yours, gently pulling you up from the stool.

“Fuck, I—“ he starts, voice cracking with emotion. If you didn’t know any better, you would say his hands were trembling. “That’s not—that’s not what this is.” 

Just as you were about to speak, Dallas cuts you off—his eyes searching yours, almost pleading, as if the walls he had around himself started to crumble. “I dunno how to be that guy, alright? I can’t be the one who springs you off your feet and surprise you with flowers—or be the guy that you can bring home to your folks. That’s jus’—that’s not me, man. It can’t be.”

You released yourself from his grasp, lightly pushing him away, hot tears slowly streaming down your face. You moved around him, holding your hand up to stop him from getting any closer. “No. No—you don’t get to do this, Dallas. That isn’t fair.”

“Look, I-I know,” he stammered, following you—but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I haven’t exactly been the best guy, but don’t think for a second that I don’t want you, cause I do. I swear it, doll.“

You walked closer, wiping the tears from your eyes—trembling slightly. You were just mere inches apart now. “Why should I believe you?”

“Jus’ let me prove it to you,” he murmured, never breaking eye contact. He met you halfway, both hands cupping your face to caress it, his thumb gently wiping the tears that were still leaving your pretty eyes. “Lemme show you. Please.”

Neither of you spoke after this, letting his word settle in the air. You were unsure about this, had every reason to be. As you looked into those beautiful brown eyes that you’ve spent ages yearning for, you couldn’t sense any form of deception. He wanted this. He wanted you. Finally, you pulled away. 

“I never cared about the flowers or dates,” you say finally, voice soft and sincere. gently removing one of his hands from your face, caressing his knuckle with your thumb. “I just wanted you, Dal. I never wanted you to be somebody that you weren’t.” 

Dallas huffs out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He didn’t exactly have the luxury of being vulnerable growing up. The truth is, he loathed you for it sometimes; always finding a way to unmask the side of him that he’d sworn off. He couldn’t deny anymore that he felt something real with you, something worth fighting for, and that scared him more than anything. 

His eyes traveled down to your soft lips, gently smoothing his thumb over it. Something about your teary doe eyes looking up at him made his heart race. Just as your lips were about to meet his, the doorbell downstairs rang—causing you both to jump back.

“Shit.”

You scrambled over to the window to see Michael’s black Buick parked in front of your house, turning back to Dallas with urgency and regret in your eyes.

“Dal, I can’t do this.” you muttered. It was far too late to call Michael to cancel, and you couldn’t exactly just go downstairs and tell him that you’ve changed your mind the very last second.

You watched in confusion as Dallas marched to your window to open the sash, holding out his hand for you to take it. 

“C’mon.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, mouth gaping slightly to argue, only to be cut off by the doorbell ringing in your ears once again. Without sparing a second thought, you finally took Dallas’ hand.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you say finally, allowing him to lead you onto the roof, muttering curses as the chill hit your tear streaked face. 

Dallas lets out a low chuckle before his gaze finally met yours, a subtle smirk appearing on his pink lips. 

“No promises.”

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i went to my first party today 😭😭 im so exhausted