toxic!dallas manipulates sweetheart!reader into staying
he spoke to you with venom but looked at you like a devotee, and that’s what got to you. there was no way to defend yourself against him, because each and every time he’d come back, and you’d let him. and today was no different. he’d returned from jail—you paying his way out, as usual. but it had happened so often that now, instead of hugging you and promising to change, he just nodded his head and walked away.
you loved him. worshipped the ground he walked on, despite the fights, the hurt, the pain. and yet, he never cared. and now—you’d had enough.
you stormed into his room at buck’s, shoving merrill off of you when he tried to stop you. this was the first time in all your years that you’d felt rage—raw and unfiltered. you barged into the room where he was lying on the bed in nothing but underwear, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. you smacked him awake as he groaned, shoving you back.
“the fuck’s your problem, huh? get the hell off me.”
“you’re such a jerk, dallas. don’t you care about us at all?”
at the sound of your voice—higher and shakier than he’d ever heard before—he sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“calm down, jesus christ. psycho.”
psycho? was he serious? how dare he call you that after all he’s done?
you couldn’t bear it anymore. you jumped on him, trying to mimic all the times you’d seen him in bar fights, brawls, and rumbles. but of course—he managed to pin you down.
“calm down, alright?” he said as you squirmed underneath him. he pressed a knee between your thighs to hold you still. “talk to me, alright? stop actin’ like a banshee.”
and so, with his body pressed to yours, you managed to “talk” to him.
“you… jail… rude… ignored… jerk… money… i gave…” you panted.
he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“you know how this is. how we are. i’m not gonna change ‘cause some broad doesn’t understand who i am.”
“oh, dallas. i understand you more than you understand yourself.”
he rolled his eyes, scoffing.
“you know everything, don’t ya, smartass?” he said, his new york drawl accenting every word. normally, it would’ve been attractive—but now it just made you angrier.
“why are you even with me if you hate me?”
“don’t be all ‘manipulative’”—a word he’d learned from your many arguments.
“you know i don’t hate you. i’m just tired. you’d know, if you ever experienced any of the shit i do.”
you paused, looking into his eyes for a moment, and realized there was no point. no point fighting. no point even talking. he was drunk out of his mind. you simply plopped down beside him.
“finally came to your senses, eh?”
you elbowed him in the ribs. he rolled over and on top of you, gently stroking your jawline.
“your mouth’s so much prettier when you’re waitin’ for me and not bitchin’.”
you sighed, and against your will, a small, tired smile formed on your lips and they met his in a kiss—gentle, but you knew it was only the beginning. his hands slid up and down your sides, eventually reaching down to your skirt, fingers slipping underneath the band, causing you to squirm.
“dal, hold on—”
“just go along with me tonight, babe. please. just for tonight.”
and so you did. allowing your back to slowly arch into his touch, little mewls leaving your lips as your bodies intertwined. but during it all, there was a little voice in the back of your head—warning you. warning you against this, against him, against the whole relationship.
he wasn’t a good man. he’d ruin you.
but you’d rather be ruined with him than content in someone else’s arms.
I knew that Dallas was no good for me everybody said so. He was a player i knew it.
Me and The Gang were on the Curtis’s porch Dallas had his arm around my shoulder and a toothpick in his mouth talking to Soda. I was bored, I felt as if there was nothing more to talk about.I twisted my hair through my fingers looking around in boredom.
“Dally can we go home I’m kinda tired” I say looking up at him “maybe later doll I’m in the middle of something” he says annoyed a little turning back to Soda. I nodded my head looking down shuffling my feet around. About 20 Minutes go by, I hug Dallas and kiss his cheek softly “ can we go now please I’m really tired and I miss you” I say softly “Could you stop being so goddam clingy all the time your really starting to get annoying” He says rolling his eyes budging his shoulder for me to get off of him.
The whole room went quiet I felt as if all eyes were on me I look down holding my arms together beginning to say thing before I’m interrupted “man don’t do that she’s your girl she loves you that’s all” Ponyboy tries to defend me “ I don’t care its annoying constantly having to do everything together” he says going to sit next to Soda on the couch sighing and spreading his legs.
“ Well Dallas that’s what being in a relationship is you have to make time for your the person you love.” I say annoyed crossing my arms. He just smacked his lips rolling his eyes once again “ if you hate being around me so much we shouldn’t even be together then sense I’m so “clingy” and “annoying” I say walking off the porch. Not once did he say my name I really hoped that he would. Maybe even apologize or say he’s wrong but no he didn’t go after me. He was just a man that’s what they do after all. I walked home thinking about how he just wanted to seem tough in front of his friends but it still hurts.
I laid on my bed realizing how empty it felt without him and so did I, even if he didn’t “love” me that doesn’t mean I didn’t love him. I began to cry. The sudden urge of emotions being too much to hold in. I gripped my pillow just hoping the heartbreak I felt would end. As I sobbed I heard banging at the front door I knew who it was but I didn’t want to open the door at all.
I lifted my head up as I heard a loud bang from my window like rocks being thrown “ I know you can hear me” Dallas yells “No I can’t” I yell back rudely he just chuckles “ Listen I’m really sorry, I was being an ass because I heard the boys thought I went soft one them or sum so I had to toughen up” I scoff his backhanded apology that he had the nerve to say. I opened my window he smiled slightly waving flowers around thinking I was coming around “Dallas Winston you are the most sadistic and heartless boyfriend I ever had and if you think some shitty ass apology and flowers will get me back you must not know shit about me” I say crossing my arms as his smile quickly faded.
“I know your mad at me but just know I never ever met a gir- scratch that woman like you. you tell me when I’m wrong, you don’t put up with my bullshit. I-I goddam, I think I love you ok I’m embarrassed I never felt this way about anyone and I don’t know how to act about it or say it but I’m trying.” he finish looking around nervously and scratching his neck. I couldn’t believe this was Dallas Winston. Maybe a bullshit apology and flowers will win me back I couldn’t help but smile no matter how hard I tried to fight it “ oh dally” I closed my window and ran downstairs out the door to hug him deeply “you know I hate to see you cry doll I so sorry I made you do so” he says putting his hand on my face wiping my tears as I smiled “ok fine I forgive yo-” I say before I was interrupted by a hard kiss that was also passionate.
He puts his hands on my face as I feel his cold metal rings on my face. I let go for a breath “Jesus dal can I finish my sentence” I say smiling “sorry doll I missed you so much” he said smiling looking me up and down putting his arm around me “and I’m the “clingy” one” I say laughing rolling my eyes he just smiles and shakes his head.
“yeah,yeah I know I’m an asshole” he rolled his eyes smirking “Dal listen to me and I’m serious you know I have self respect and if you ever and I mean ever even mutter a disrespectful thing about me to or anyone or me we are over I mean you know I have gotten hurt before and I won’t do it again I just won’t” I say shaking my head remembering my past and the men I have met before him he knows that I have been heartbroken. “ I know doll I’m so sorry I promise you it won’t ever happen again and I mean ever” he hug me tightly putting his head at the nape of my neck I smile at him feeling his soft hair tickle me. “So you love me huhhhh?” I smile walking into the distance with his arm around my shoulder “ shut up” he smiles “Boy who tf-…
A/N: This is my first story/oneshot ever 😢 mb if it sucks butt 😞
Can you write a female reader x Dallas Winston with the character only being soft for the reader and the reader being in distress please? Preferably, the reader is normally badass and needs a break :)
ofc honey! I personally don't have a ton of experience being a badass so some of this will be based on things I've read, but I can for sure understand needing a break.
You also didn't mention if you wanted headcanons or an imagine so I'll default to headcanons lol.
TW: depressive tendencies but nothing is explicitly stated, cursing, extremely fluffy Dallas, non-canon Dallas (he's wayyyyy too fluffy in this but hey, its cute), PLEASE let me know if I missed anything in any of my works I don't want anyone to get triggered by anything I miss
Dallas Winston x Reader Fluff
We all know that Dallas Winston is a badass, but what everyone may not know is that he does have one very small but still there piece of his heart that can feel the nicer emotions, and that sliver is reserved for you
You also get the rest of his heart, but you have to share that with Johnny and the gang as well as Tim, but that little sliver is all yours
You acted like you were the same way but in reality your whole heart could feel and you just had walls up around them. But you had to hold those walls up yourself
And Dal kind of knew that? But had never seen anything happen about it
And one day you'd just had enough
Enough holding up those walls, enough being a badass, enough pretending you couldn't feel the stares you got as you walked down the street with one of the town's most notorious bad boys.
You needed a break
So you took the day off from life, you couldn't remember having any plans that day anyways so what's the harm?
You laid in bed all day and relaxed, watched your comfort movie over and over again, did everything you could to make yourself feel better
until 1:00 when you got a text from Dal
Where r u?
shit
you forgot about your date. You were supposed to meet Dal at the diner for lunch and spend the afternoon together
You text him back quickly shit I'm so sorry babe I completely forgot, I've been in bed all day
that was the thing between you and Dal, you were always honest with each other, you didn't have to lie about what you were doing because the other would find out and the other would be more upset about the lying and lack of trust rather than what you were actually doing.
So he texts back u ok?
yeah just tired. read 1:12pm
You put your phone down and sighed rubbing your hands over your face. You felt horrible for forgetting.
You just sat there in bed for a solid 10 minutes looking at the ceiling before you heard a knock at your door.
You got out of bed and looked in the mirror fixing your hair real quick so it was somewhat presentable before continuing downstairs to the front door.
when you open it your boyfriend walks past you and goes straight over to sit on the couch.
"So what's wrong?" he asks you.
"Nothing" you reply, although it was one of the rare times that you weren't telling the truth with him
"I know that's not true, you never stay in bed all day unless you're sick or there's something wrong." he retorts.
"Fine. It's been a long week. I'm tired of having to play this badass role all of the time, it's getting tiring. I just want to exist." You admit
he doesn't say anything back, he simply nods. He understood what you were feeling, before he completely plunged his soul into being a bad boy, there were rare occassions where he wanted to exist as a normal person too.
he walks over to you and puts your arms around his neck and picks you up by the backs of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist and cross your ankles on his back as he carries you up the stairs and to your bedroom.
He sets you on the bed gently and kicks off his shoes before joining you.
He turns on the TV and pulls up your favorite movie and once he starts it he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to lay on his chest facing him
He holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, then one cheek, then the other, then your nose, your eyelids, before finally stopping and resting on your lips
You two stay like that until the next morning having fallen asleep eventually (but not after Dal ordered delivery because this mans not about to let his bby skip a meal. If you aren't on track for having 2 1/2 to 3 full meals today please go do that and drink some water while you're at it!)
The next morning Dal wakes up first for once (I think it's practically canon at this point that Dallas Winston sleeps in LATE) and just watches your relaxed face and light breathing, looking so much happier than yesterday
And even though he already planned on it, he made a promise to himself that he would make everything okay for you, his baby, his love.
summary: during her volunteer shift at the hospital, Didi is sent to watch Dallas Winston, a patient who is considered "harmless but trouble".
warnings: none
notes: not really sure what this is. it's a little bit of witty banter, sassy dallas, and incarcerated twin brothers. kind of just a fun little read if you so please.
"Please go in there, I can't do it any longer. I'll--scream or something," Michelle was begging Didi. It was only thirty minutes into their volunteer shift at the county hospital and Michelle was already wound up to her core, which said something considering the two of them were high school students who were only allowed to run non-medical errands for the staff, like refill printer paper or get coffee, and observe. No hands-on work allowed.
Today, Michelle had been assigned to watch a patient and be sure that they didn't leave their room. They were told it was a young adult patient who had been brought in after a fire in Windrixville. Miraculously, he was the only injured person, and what wounds he did have weren't catastrophic. The only reason she had to watch him was because he had tried lighting a cigarette earlier in the day and would've blown the place to smithereens the moment the flame touched the oxygen tank had the doctor not stopped him. Didi couldn't think of any reason why this had Michelle so upset.
"I'm just a little confused," she began a response, but was quickly interrupted by Michelle's urgency.
"I'll pay you, Diane! Please, just do it."
Didi met her with a blazing gaze. The promise of money subdued the anger at the use of her given name, but it was still significant.
"How much?"
"Five bucks," Michelle quirked an eyebrow.
"Ten. You shouldn't have called me Diane."
"Fine. Ten.'' She pulled a handful of coins out of her pocket and counted through them, finally ending up with an assortment that added to the promised amount. It was unusual for her to listen to anything Didi had to say, seeing as Michelle was the bossiest person alive, and it only made her fearful of the patient who lay behind the hospital door.
After she shoved the change into her socks, she knocked lightly and entered the room to see a boy who she'd recognized from jail. Didi had a clean criminal record, but her brother did not, and the last time she went to visit him, she remembered seeing this boy there. He couldn't have been older than 14 at the time, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables in what looked like a meeting with his Parole Officer. That was three years ago.
"Another one?" He groaned loudly and pulled the pillow over his face. "Tell the doc that I ain't gonna do nothin'." His voice came through muffled by the cotton. She ignored it and picked up his ripped sterile gown from the floor beside his bed to throw it away. Then, she crossed the room to the supply cabinet and pulled out a new one.
"I'm Di, it's a pleasure," she worked to keep the sarcastic bite out of her voice, "here, put this one on." She tossed the gown on his bare legs.
He moved the pillow over and sat up, looking at her with distaste. Right now, he was only wearing his underwear, and to be quite honest, it was getting uncomfortable for both people in the room. With a grunt, he took the gown from her and stood up, pulling it over his head and haphazardly crossing the ties in the back. As he stood, Didi took note of the multiple slashes to the mattress, not missing the reflection of light that bounced off of the blade that peeked out from the corner of his pillowcase. She stepped around him and grabbed it, not missing how expensive it looked, then handed it back to him.
"You should find a better place to hide it, the cleaning crew will come in to change your pillow case tonight. Wouldn't wanna' lose a blade that fancy."
He did nothing but roll his eyes and tuck the blade into the back waistline of his boxers.
"I won't be here tonight." He seemed to say more to himself than anybody else. His voice was bitter.
"I don't think you'll do much good fightin' in a rumble like this," Didi motioned to the burns on his arms and the bruising along his spine and ribs.
"What do you know?" He mouthed off. Didi was starting to realize why Michelle was so eager to leave him. He was too stubborn for someone like her who enjoyed taking control of every situation.
Didi pulled the plastic chair away from the side of his bed and dragged it so that it's back faced the wall right next to the door frame and sat down. The boy watched her the whole way with a scrutinizing gaze that she didn't notice. The change in her socks jingled each time she took a step.
"You're a greaser?" He asked loudly. Didi turned to look at him sharply, earning a look of confusion in response. A quick peek into the hallway outside assured her that no medical staff could have overheard his accusation. Nobody here knew that except herself, and she'd spent a lot of time and effort making sure it stayed that way.
"So what?" A familiar involuntary flick of defensiveness entered her voice. It was a sore subject.
"Don't go getting all prissy about it, it was just a question. I'm from the east side too, hood," he flopped on his back on the bed.
"Yeah, I know you are, Stabby." He looked back at the blade marks in his mattress and moved the blanket to cover them up.
"Wasn't me."
"Was too."
"Wasn't"
"Stabby."
"Would ya stop callin' me that?" His tone grew increasingly annoyed.
"What are you gonna do? Stab me?" Didi's eyebrows raised in a challenge as she leaned closer and whispered, "Stabby."
Just then, a nurse knocked on the door frame to announce his presence and walked to his bedside. As he checked his temperature, the boy was glaring at Didi with a look that told her he was trying to remember something.
"You're Elliot's sister, ain't you?" He clicked his tongue, "Knew I knew ya from somewhere."
The nurse gasped and turned to face Didi with an offended expression on his face. Elliot had enough of a reputation around town, and his name tended to spark a few negative reactions from anyone who was around to hear it. Didi’s posture straightened and she prepared to defend herself again.
"I don't have any brothers, sorry. Must have the wrong person. I used to work over as a cart girl at the West Side Country Club. Maybe that's where you remember me from?" Over-politeness coated her lies and the nurse let out a sigh of relief and resumed packing his thermometer and blood pressure cuff back in his bag.
"I can assure you, Dallas Winston has never even heard of a country club," He whispered to her on his way out. She didn't turn to face him or even acknowledge what he said. Didi may pretend to be a Soc when she was at the hospital, but she would never talk down on a greaser. Ever.
"Keepin' secrets?" Dallas' tone was suggestive and she rolled her eyes. "Are you though? His sister?"
She nodded and moved to readjust his blanket so that it covered the mattress' stab wounds.
"How is he? Still up in the cooler?" He didn't seem to pick up on her distaste for the subject.
"Up in the prison off of Yorke Street and Apollo Avenue," she answered. While she may have hated Elliot for making so many bad choices at the time, she couldn't hold a grudge against him. Just the day before she'd received a letter in the mail wishing her a happy birthday. She'd have gone and visited him if he was allowed to have visitors anymore, seeing as the two of them shared a birthday.
"Man, what'd he do to end up there? Gotta be somethin' serious, he ain't any older than me is he?" He seemed withdrawn from the matter, like he forgot he was speaking to the twin sister of the convicted felon in question.
"He didn't do anything," she made her way back into the chair. "What'd you do to get in there? Stab someone?"
"Yeah." His tone was deadpan and it made Didi laugh a little.
"Oh, Stabby. This is gonna be a long day," her head lulled back onto the wall behind her and Dallas mimicked her actions, throwing his head onto the pillow dramatically.
Word Count: 786
Warnings:None, mention of divorce if anything.
A/N:This was requested by anonymous, and I’m sorry it took a while, I just wanted to get it just right.
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Dally had spent the last few weeks of the school year trying to talk you out of going to your aunt's house in New York. He told you horror stories about the street gangs and talked about how rude everyone was. He even told you a story about a time his dad got jumped on the way home from the bar one night, which was strange because Dal never talked about his old man. But on the day you were supposed to leave, Dallas Winston was in your room, helping you pack your bag, because he was a good boyfriend.
"I still don't know why you want to go to New York," he grumbled, tossing shirts at you from your closet. You sighed and grabbed each article of clothing he tossed your way and folded them, putting them in your suitcase.
"Because my aunt, who I haven't seen in years, has invited me to stay with her for the summer to get away this nightmare," you explained, for the ump-teenth time, gesturing to the house you'd grown up in. Your parents were going through a messy divorce, and three months away in The City of Dreams seemed like a nice break from that. Dallas smiled as you sipped your bag up, and you smiled as he pulled you back into him. His hands rubbed slowly over your hips.
"But for three months," he whined in your ear, kissing your neck. "It's just too long." You turned to face him and chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I'll be back before you know it, Dal," you sighed your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. He pressed a kiss to his your forehead. You just leaned into him and just breathed in the smell of cigarette smoke and his leather jacket. It was a smell you learned to love in the months since you started dating. He had been your shield, your get away, since your parents started the arduous divorce process.
You were pulled away from Dally when a car honked outside your house. Dally pulled away from you with a frown and glared out the window towards the yellow cab waiting to take you away.
"Come on, Dal," you sighed, taking his hand, "walk me out?" Dallas grabbed your suitcase and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He silently escorted you out t the sidewalk. You waited as he put the suitcase in the trunk and slammed it shut. He leaned against the trunk and stared down at the road. You walked over to stand in front of him, smiling up at him.
"Dal," you started, but stopped when his eyes flicked up from the road under your feet to your eyes. You shared a look and he reached up and pulled his saint Christopher over his head. He let a long sigh out through his nose before offering it to you. "Your Christopher medal?"
"If ya want it," he sighed, trying not to show you he cared one way or the other. "He's the patron saint of travelers. I mean, if you insist on going to that shit city-"
"Which I do," you insisted, pulling the chain down over your head.
"Well then you should go with some sort of protection. Spiritual or otherwise."
"Thank's Dallas," you managed to get out before Dallas pressed his lips against yours. You felt his slip something in your back pocket, but he pulled away from you roughly as the cabie honked again.
"She's comin'," he barked. He turned back to you and smiled. "I also slipped you a knife. Because, Christopher can only take you so far." You smiled and gave him a playfully disapproving look.
"I love you," you said, you eyes going wide when you realized what you had just said. You meant it, you knew you did, but you were afraid Dallas wouldn't feel the same, or worse, he'd resent you being so open with your feelings. But Dally seemed unfazed, like he hadn't heard you say anything, let alone that you loved him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you around to the back door of the cab, pulling it open for you. You let out a nervous sigh and slid into the car. Dally closed the door and leaned in the open window.
"Don't change in New York," he said, leaning a little closer to you. He gently grabbed your face and kissed you again, making your head spin and toes curl. "Because I kind of love ya the way you are." You blushed as Dally pulled out of the cab, slapping it on the roof, telling the cabbie you were ready.
