#dally fluff

[snowangelblue]

hii! could you do a Dallas bot where the reader is an avoidant attachment? One where the reader starts trying to push him away after she finally says “I love you” in order to protect herself from getting hurt, but he doesn’t let her end things and keeps fighting for their relationship and reassuring her? Thank you!

Be The First Who Ever Did

“There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live like if you hold me without hurting me you'll be the first who ever did”

an: Thanks for this lovely angel for bearing with me while I took ages to write this fic, life's been super hectic and im so thankful for her understanding and support <3

wc: 1085

Dallas Winston x Avoidant Attachment!Reader

The music coming from the juke box at Buck’s was all of a sudden pounding in your ears. 

Dally’s eyes widened, lips parting softly. “I-” he starts. You slid your arms down from where they had been languidly draped over his strong shoulders. Withdrawing yourself from the situation immediately, already cursing yourself for getting too soft with him.

“It's Dallas Winston, how could you be so stupid?” you internally chastised yourself. Why oh why did you have to say that to him. You knew what happened to girls like you who got too close to guys like him, much less profess your undying love for him. Good heavens you were such a mess, what could you have been thinking saying something so lame?

You slipped off the barstool you were sitting on, hearing the clack of your shoes against the old linoleum floor of Buck’s place. Edging past Dally quickly, you shuffled your feet, trying to escape what you had just revealed. He made a pass at grabbing your wrist but you were already half way out the door of the pub. Now your heart was pounding the same way the tune inside had been. You were desperate for a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts but you could already smell the familiar scent of stolen cologne and worn down leather from behind you. Unsure of what to do, you started running.

“What the hell man?” Dallas shouted after you. Slowing the pace of your running had no effect on your racing thoughts. You willed yourself to force the tears fogging your eyes back, you couldn't go making a fool of yourself in front of him twice. Dally caught up to you and spun you around by your shoulder. "What'chu runnin’ away for man?” Dally asked. His gaze softened for a split second – not long enough to be detected unless you were studying his expression hard – when he saw the glisten in your stare. 

“Didnt you hear what I said?” you implored, praying in silence that he hadn't. 

“Yeah.” the boy spoke back, uncertain of how else to respond. Your heart caught in your chest. “Oh.” you whispered. “Well then, I guess that's it.”  you proclaimed, turning on your heel. Dally stood with a confused expression on his face, as if he was staring down a test question on a school paper that he didn't understand and it was frustrating him to no end. “What?” He hollered down the road at you. “Us.” you shout back. “We’re done right?” not even bothering to turn around and look at him, already braced for the answer you knew was coming. No one ever loved Dallas Winston. Even if Johnny did he certainly didn't tell him so. 

Dally jogged to where you were walking. “Who ever said anything about that, doll?”. You rolled your eyes, hollow with partially dried tears. “Oh leave me alone would you, Winston. I know you don't do touchy feely stuff. I'm just getting over the inevitable, so stop bothering me.” you told him. No need to prolong the interaction, worse if he was following you just to mock. 

“You think I'd just keep any ole broad around for this long if I didn't care at least a little bit about her?” he smirked as he pointed this out. You kept walking down the sidewalk, unconvinced and unimpressed. If he wanted to make fun of you, fine, but it was just cruel to give you a false impression of wanting anything serious. “Cant you just leave me alone, gosh what is wrong with you Dal? Why can't you just go back to Buck’s and rag on someone else?” your voice interrogated. 

Dally stepped right into your path of movement, blocking you from passing him. He placed a hand on your waist and one on your jaw, fingers wrapping the back of your neck. His lips found yours, trying to convey a higher message, desperate, but unable to find the words. He pulled away, hand still cupping your face. “Would you just listen?” he breathed frustratedly. “I know I'm not the most honest guy,” he started. “but I do feel somethin’ for ya’ so you don't need to go runnin’ out on me.” You blinked up at him, feeling rather dense. “What?” you spoke incredulously. “Well I ain't asking you to marry me or nothin’ jeez, don't think I'm gonna get all soft on ya just cause I aint disgusted by whatcha said.” Dally replied teasingly. 

It was your turn to widen your eyes at him, confusion colored your face. You were sure he meant what he said, but you had no idea why he was saying it. What did he mean by “I do feel somethin’ for ya”? Your stomach was fluttering and you felt your heart shake like it was jolted by a high voltage battery. Dallas moved his hands firmly to your shoulders, navigating you back from where you were lost in thought. “Hey, don't go gettin’ lost on me” he said as he shook your shoulders, not hard, but enough to completely snap you out of your escape from reality. “D’ya’ hear what I said?” he questioned, gazing into your eyes with a hint of tenderness, but mostly slight worry. 

“... Yeah.” you replied. Blinking up through your eyelashes at him. You couldn't believe it. Dallas Winston wasn't repulsed by your feelings? You felt yourself slipping off into outer space again and quickly pulled yourself back down to earth. Doe eyes still resting easily on his beautiful features. “Well stop lookin’ at me like that sweetheart”. His New York accent peeking through on the last word. His calloused fingers brushed a wisp of hair covering your stare behind your ear, secretly wanting you to look at him like that some more. “Listen, ya’ know I can't say it right now but I feel things for ya’... things I don't know if I've ever felt before, so don' t go runnin’ off about it just cause I dont got the words right now”. He slipped the brown leather and sheeps skin bomber jacket off himself and wrapped it around you. He slid his hand down and gave your waist a light squeeze in reassurance before moving it back up and placing his arm around your shoulders. “C’mon, let's go back.” Dally said, you smiled back at him. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but maybe you would be the girl to steal the boy who stole everything’s heart.

[harleyanne02]

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.

[writingfandomfeels]

Dally Winston - You Can Be My Pillow

Request: Hey hey! Can I get a Dally x male!reader? Like, where the reader tells him he's gay and fluff happens? Sorry if that's too vague! Thank you for considering

A/N: Welp, it’s somewhat of another there was only one bed. Classic. Also accidental light angst to begin with. I promise fluff follows.

Knocking on the side door, you nervously waited for a response from your best friend. Dally was now roommates with Buck and you desperately hoped that he’d answer since you and Buck weren’t exactly chummy. You fidgeted with your hands a moment as you waited before decidedly shoving them into your pockets.

“Hey Y/N,” Dally greeted as the door swung open. 

“Hey,” you gave him a weak smile, shifting awkwardly as you stood. “Could, uh, could I maybe come in?” 

“Yeah, a’course.” He stepped to the side to let you by. “Ev’rything alright?” 

“Not… really…” You replied, following him to his room.

You took a seat on his bed, focusing on the worn wooden floor as you tried to find the words. It wasn’t a hard concept, it shouldn’t be a big deal, and yet… 

Dally watched as you sat, leaning with one leg on the chair next to his bed that he usually used as a sort of end table. It seemed pretty serious. He knew you’d talk when you were ready though, so in the meantime he decided to light a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and just blurted it out. 

“Dally, I’m gay.” Opening your eyes, you waited for the fallout like what had happened earlier with your parents. 

Breathing out the smoke, he shrugged. “And?” 

You blinked. “‘And’? Did you not hear me? I’m gay. I like guys.” 

“Yeah I heard you.” He took another drag. “Good for you.” 

“You’re not… I don’t know… mad?” You thought back to the reaction your parents had. 

He breathed out a laugh. “Mad? That’d be pretty hypocritical comin’ from me.” 

You stared as he smoked, trying to grasp the information he’d just shared. How was it that you felt going in like you were the one about to drop a bomb on your friend, but now you were the one left in shock. 

“So… you’re also?” You asked for confirmation.

“Ehhh, I don’t like puttin’ labels on shit. But, for what it’s worth,” he paused, taking the time to look you in the eyes, “I get it.”

Your eyes began to well up and you fought the urge to let out all the emotions. You quickly turned your gaze back to the floor, hoping he hadn’t seen.

“Hey, look, it’s no big deal.” He came over to sit next to you on the bed. “We’re cool, okay?” 

“It’s just… you have no idea what a relief this is after what happened earlier today.” 

“What happened earlier today?” Dally questioned, clearly already prepared to get mad at whoever could have been an asshole to you.

“Well, some socs were calling me… names.” You didn’t bother repeating the slurs. “And my parents heard and asked if they were true and…” 

“Shit.” Dally breathed, turning his head away as his mind pictured the scene. He couldn’t bear the thought. Quickly he brought an arm around you, unsure how else to help you in the moment.

“Maybe, you uh, wanna’ stay here tonight?” He suggested. “Give your folks some time to cool off?” 

You nodded. “That would be great, if you don’t mind.” 

“‘Course not.” He put out his cigarette then moved over to the old dresser across the room. Pulling out a t-shirt of his, he threw it to you. “Probably more comfortable to sleep in.” 

You changed into it and held back a smile, noticing how much it smelled like him.

He turned off the light and pulled back the covers. It was pretty cold so you hurried under them. 

“I uhh, only got one pillow though so…” Dally added. 

“Oh, sorry.” You quickly went to hand him the pillow. “Here, you can have it.”

“Nah it's okay.” A smirk began to reveal itself on his face as he climbed in and said the following: “You can be my pillow.” 

Unable to resist, you felt yourself smiling uncontrollably.

Curling his body into yours, Dally let his head rest on your chest and brought his arm around your middle. Your body tensed in a panic, never having been in a situation like this before. 

“Hey, relax.” He muttered, already sounding sleepy. 

“I’m fine.” You dismissed.

“I can hear your heart. You very much sound not fine.” He added.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Do you want me to go? I could sleep on the couch.” He offered. 

“No, stay.” You replied a little too quickly.

Dally grinned cockily at that. “Okay.” 

You lay, trying to fall asleep, but apparently your feet were still fidgeting with the nerves and excitement. 

“Hey. Quit movin’ so much.” Dally muttered, half asleep. 

“I’m not.” You argued. 

“Yeah, ya’ are.” He countered. 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Yeah, ya’ are, and I can’t sleep, so quit movin’.” 

“I’m really not,” you said through a bit of a laugh at Dally’s tired voice. 

Suddenly, he rolled over so that he had you pinned underneath him.

“Don’t move.” He breathed against you. 

The electricity between you was vibrant. You stared up into his golden brown eyes, though difficult to see in the dim glow of the moon through his window. If your heart had been pounding before when he was cuddling you, you didn’t know what to call what it was doing now.

Slowly, he brought himself closer to you, meeting your lips with his. In some ways it felt as though the kiss lasted forever, but at the same time it felt far too short for what you would have wanted. 

Despite the darkness, you could tell he was smiling at you. You smiled back. 

Dally returned to how he’d been cuddling you before, getting comfy again.

“You know, you’re ridiculously comfortable.” He commented, his grogginess slurring his words as he spoke. 

You chuckled. “And your voice is ridiculously adorable when you’re tired.” 

This seemed to put him off as he was silent for a moment, though he didn’t move or open his eyes. “What, you don’t think I sound sexy?” 

“Well, that too.” You agreed. 

He began to smirk again, eyes still closed. “Good.”

[snowangelblue]

I Wanna Be A Cowboy’s Sweetheart

“I wanna learn to rope and ride I wanna ride through the plains and the desert Out west of The Great Divide”

an: thank you @teacups-diary for helping me out on this idea !! side note- yes the horse is named after Angel from Little Darlings, where I come from everything is a Matt Dillon reference.

wc: 930

Cowboy!Dallas Winston x Soc!Reader

When Dallas dialed you up that afternoon and told you to put on something “reasonable for once”. You had not expected to be staring up at an intimidating silver quarter horse shortly after you hung up on him. But here you were. Overalls and all. 

When you had first driven up to the gates of the ranch Dallas worked at part time during rodeo-off season, you were under the impression that you were going to watch your boyfriend ride, and at the very most brush a few of the ones that needed grooming. So when Dallas slipped a hand into the heart-shaped pocket of your shortalls and started guiding you past the horses you regularly combed and braided the glossy manes of and straight to the ring you were definitely confused. 

“Stay here.” he told you. “Oh lord.” you mumbled to yourself after he was out of ear-shot. You had no idea what he was planning but at least the view of him walking away was a nice one, boot cut jeans did him all kinds of favors. He came back shortly after and was leading a sizable horse, –at least fifteen and a half hands tall– your way. You placed your hand on your forehead fretfully, you were piecing together what he had in mind for today.

 “Oh brother you don't think I'm actually gonna ride this thing do ya’?” You questioned him with a "you've gotta be kidding me face” that you were making absolutely zero attempt at hiding. 

“Oh why not?” he pestered. His New York accent slipped in slightly making it sound more like “naht”. You ran a hand worriedly through your silky hair, which you had done neatly this morning, unaware of what the rest of the day's activities would hold. “This here is Angel, she's new and she reminds me of ya’ real snooty just like you.” you shot him an unamused look. “ ‘M only jokin’ doll. She’s real pretty like ya’ though.” 

You could give him that. Angel was beautiful. She was colored a light grey that glimmered like pearl, her coat was shining, catching the light slipping in through the gaps in the wooden slats of the covered paddock. A whisper of white spots dusted her whole body like a fresh sprinkle of light snow. 

“Well, c’mon hop up.” he told you. “Mm mm”, you shook your head at him. ‘C’mahnnn do it f’me.” You could hardly resist his sultry voice dripping with his Brooklyn background, and so, with the utmost of unease, you inched closer to the horse, which had already been saddled up.

Oh Lord, have mercy.” At that time was the only prayer that you could wearily utter through a heavy-laden sigh under your breath. You ran a few fingers, lightly parted, through her hair as she whickered softly. You looped your foot through the stirrup, looking back at Dallas in search for guidance. “Grab the rein and hold it a little tighter”. He directed you, helping you run the bridle’s strap through your fingers and loop it with your palm flat on Angel’s mane. He moved his hands to your hips and steered them facing parallel with the horse. “ ‘Kay now swing your right leg over, I'll help ya’. Make sure to push down on the middle of her saddle, don't pull yourself up.” 

He shifted his grip to your lower back to help support you, the calloused skin of his strong hands brushing the contrasting soft skin of your waist exposed by the dips in the denim of your outfit. The light touch made you giggle, letting you forget where exactly you were right now. “You wanna ride her around a bit?” he questioned, not wanting to push you too far out of your comfort zone. “Yeah I guess I'll give it a go.” You reply, then a pause. “Um.. Dallas.” you gaze at him expectantly. “How exactly… do I.. uhh… go?” he responds with “You make 'em go by clicking and using your leg to squeeze a little.”  You do as instructed and Angel starts to trot around the arena slowly, sensing your apprehension. As you gain reassurance the large quarter shows off a little and picks up to a light canter. Wind started teasing at your hair, just short of tussling it wildly. You were beaming when Dallas whistled for Angel and she came prancing up near him.

 “Pull on the reins a bit for her to stop.” You did as you were told and Angel came to a halt. He sauntered over to the gates of the closed in area that opened up to a vast pasture. Strolling back up to you, he spoke “Slide back a bit sweetheart.” Dallas mounted the horse along with you and turned over his shoulder smiling lupinely, his canine teeth were showing and a mischievous glint was present in his eyes. 

“Better hold on tight baby.” You rolled your eyes, “You just want me to grab onto you Dal.” He wouldn't dare. Then you remembered, this was Dallas Winston and everything was a dare to him. This was a fact, however, that you remembered far too late. You barely had any time at all to cling onto his torso as he signalled the horse to start galloping at full speed. This time, the wind was whipping at your face and hair, even as you shielded yourself by pressing into the soft, worn down cotton of your boyfriends t-shirt. 

You were sure the doves in the trees resting just beyond the gates to the stable could hear you screaming.