I Need You - Dally x Reader (One-Shot)
Omf I haven’t posted in forever ;-; sorry... Anyways, here’s a cheesy one-shot. don’t forget to send in requests <3 sorry for any typos >.>
You were sitting in the lot with your best friend Beverley, the two of you came out to the Nightly Double every Saturday night dressed up in your smallest skirts (which were usually customly cut, since stores nowadays typically didn’t sell any higher than the knee) and tightest tops. Tonight you were reluctant to come out, especially since the word got out you dated a Greaser, the worst of them all, too; Dallas Winston. Although you two broke up two days prior, everyone seems to have a liking to talk about the Soc with Greaser pairing.
“God, I can’t stand this lip color. Makes me look like a clown.” you glanced at Beverly, wiping off another layer of lipstick in the car mirror. You rolled your eyes, and she had a hand out towards you. “Pass me your cherry chapstick.”
“What, why?” you only used it to smell good and taste good when kissing someone.
“Come on, you know I want to leave with Dale and I’m not swappin’ spit with dry lips.” she said, you took out the chapstick and watched her apply it smoothly. She smacked her lips and tossed it back at you. “Thanks.” she reached for the car door and pushed it open, fixing her skirt so it wouldn’t show more than desired.
You furrowed your brows, and watched her step out as her light pink pocket book swung on her arm. “Where are you going?!” you asked, the movie was barely started and she was leaving you alone, vulnerable to be caught by Dallas since this was his hangout.
Beverly flipped her dark brown locks and tossed a piece of Spearmint gum into her mouth. “To go see Dale, I’m getting my kicks while I’m young!” she laughed, slamming shut your car door and running off to go find his red Mustang.
You watch Beverly strut away, and cross your arms in irritation. She was your only friend, especially now that everyone thought you were a pig for dating someone like Dally. Maybe she wasn’t your friend, and her walking out on you for Dale was her way of saying “bye bitch.”... After all, she and Dale haven’t genuinely been together in almost two months. Either way, you don’t need her. You can handle yourself.
You kept watching the movie, holding back tears painfully and trying to reassure yourself you’ll be okay. To the corner of the screen, you noticed a shadow of two intertwined silhouettes. You squinted your eyes, and under the dim light of the lamps you saw Dallas Winston and a black haired girl, wearing a tight red skirt and black tanktop with one of the straps rolling down her shoulder. “Oh my fucking…” you whispered to yourself, and you felt a fire burning inside you. You couldn’t take it anymore, just sitting there doing nothing as you saw his hands caress her body, interlocking with her hand and holding her face as the pressed up to each other slowly and passionately.
Slamming your car door shut, you walked up in front of the screen which set of car horns and startled them until they noticed you. Dallas’s face went from a dizzy, loving smile to a face of awe, and the girl beside him kept a firm arm around him. “Is this what you want?!” You scream in his face, but the girl pushed you back with force.
“Excuse you?” she remarks, but before she can grab you again Dallas pulls her back.
“Sylvia, knock it off baby!” he pushes her aside and helps you up, sighing.
Sylvia… Sylvia is the tramp around Tulsa who's played more guys than can be counted. You didn’t need to give a second look to recognize her rouge red cheek bones and blue eyeshadow eyelids. Your hair was ratted across your face from the fall after she pushed you into the concrete. Your elbows burned a bit, and you assumed you scraped some skin. Dallas stood between the two of you, preventing anymore mayhem. “Alright, alright!” he screams, glaring at you both,
Once you caught your breath, you realized what you caused. “Sorry…” you whispered, and felt a wet tear rolling down your cheek.
Sylvia wiped her nose and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, still in a defensive stand. “Sylvia…” he said, and she looked between the two of you in anger. “Let us talk.”
“We don’t need to talk.” you spat in response, but he ignored your protest.
Sylvia cracked her knuckles intimidatingly, biting her lip. “Don’t go Soc on me, baby.” she gripped his shoulder before turning around and walking off to Dally’s car - aka Buck’s car he borrowed. You rolled your eyes as her tall high heels clicked off with her.
He turned back to face you, his eyes looking into yours deeply. It was rare Dallas was ever serious, he was either goofing off or flirting. “Are you fuckin’ crazy?”
You scoffed and patted out the dirt from your cardigan that covered your shoulders.
“I don’t know, I broke when I saw you holding her like that.”
“You were spying on me?” He grinned a little, and you could feel his perversion coming along. “Damn doll, you just can’t let go.” his grin faded when he saw that hurt you even more. He licked his lips and fixed his leather jacket. “Sorry, sorry.” he pulled out a cigarette, offering you one but you declined. He lit it and took in a long drag of the smoke. “What are you doing out so late?”
You scanned the lot for Dale’s car, looking to see if Beverly was anywhere but unfortunately, his car was gone and there was no sign of her. You could run to your car and just get out of this… But you didn’t want to. Dallas Winston gave you a rush you couldn’t resist. So what if the whole neighborhood thinks you’re trashy, and that your parents are disappointed in the man you took in. You love him. Without thinking, you reach up and grab his face. You look into her deep brown eyes before kissing him, and pulling back to look in his eyes again.
He was wide eyed, swallowing hard before blinking himself back into reality. “Gee…” he looked at his feet, trying to think of what to do next.
“Dally, I love you… I don’t think I can ever get over you, and get over the way you make me feel so happy and wild and free and crazy and just… just…” you took in a deep breath. God, you could just fall into his arms right here and now.
He looked over at the lot trying not to smile, until he noticed Sylvia grinding against some Soc. You followed his eyes, and frowned a bit. “Dallas…” you said, looking up at him in fear he would go into a rampage.
Instead, he grabbed your hips and pressed himself against you. You smashed you into the screen, setting off some horns and you laughed as his lips pressed against yours. “I don’t need Sylvia… I need you, (First name). Golly, I need you…”
You blushed and brushed away a strand of hair from his forehead. “Are you sure? You just saw her-”
“I don’t care, baby.” your blood boiled when he called you baby, because you knew he meant it. He laughed a bit and bit your neck before remarking in your ear; “I’m Dallas Winston, I get what I want… And right now, I want my babygirl….”
