AHHH YOUR ADAPTATION OF MOODY WAS SO GOOD OMGGGG
NEED MORE YEARNING DALLAS PLEASE
I will personally send any man of your choice to your doorstep wrapped up in a pink bow if you fulfill my request🥰
Synopsis: Dallas meets his match in a salon?
Content/tags: fluff, yearner!Dallas, banter, girly!reader, hairstylist!reader
A/n: bb I did NOT forget about you I swear!!! My motivation has taken a huge dip this weekend so I apologize
Warnings: Dallas being a jerk (typical)
It had been a relatively uneventful day for Dallas Winston.
He’d been around Johnny for the majority of it. Stopped by the DX and grabbed some cigarettes and stole a beer that Soda definitely saw him take.
Then he and Johnny ended up wandering around town, looking for any sign of trouble he could get them into. He’d started a fight with a man from Tim’s gang, then bought him a beer.
Took a nap at Buck’s, sent Johnny off before back catching up with him at the Curtis house. They’d got some food at a cheap diner after Johnny let it slip that he hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day.
He dropped Johnny back off with Ponyboy, and began to make his way back to Buck’s.
Walking the streets in the evening could be interesting. Anything could happen on this side of Tulsa; girls, fights, parties.
Yet for some reason, he felt compelled to stop at a tiny hair salon. He didn’t much care for them, music and color far too overwhelming for him. But he’d seen some fine broad clocking in a couple weeks ago.
After stubbing out a cigarette and fixing his jacket, he pulled open the glass door. Annnd just as he figured, was quickly overwhelmed by all the colors and talking and the music that made him wonder how any woman in here could still think with how loud it was.
He was immediately out of place. A dark leather jacket and dirty jeans as opposed to the striped teal and white walls and pink leather chairs. All of the women were smiling or gossiping, fresh manicured drying on their hands while large half-globes covered their head.
“Hey there, can I help you?” A voice drew his attention from the current scene.
You. You were the one he saw clocking in a few weeks ago.
He grinned, that lazy ear-to-ear smile that he gave all girls like you. “Uh, yeah, I’d say you can.”
You’d clearly caught on to his tone, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. “The only thing I can help you with is a haircut.”
There was sweat on your brow, and just above your top lip. There was jewelry decorating every square inch of you, from anklets and necklaces and earrings.
And bracelets. And rings. There were so many. Why, why would anyone need so much jewelry at one time?
They clinked every time you breathed, gems glinting in the overhead lights. Your frazzled hair was pulled back in some style he couldn’t even begin to explain.
“Now do you want one or not?”
You scoffed, hands placed on your hips. “You know what.”
“Yeah, alright.” He threw his hands up by his head. “Can I get a trim?” Not that he knew whatever he was asking for, just that the trim was a safe bet,
“Mhm, ‘course you can. Come with me.”
“So, uh..how much’re you taking off back there?” Dallas now sat in one of your pink chairs that he was most definitely too tall for. His legs lounged from the bar intended for the usual length, apron-thing wrapped around his neck that you’d tied around him.
He genuinely thought you were trying to choke him for a minute, the velcro strap tied far too tight around his neck.
“Uh, maybe an inch, maybe half one, not sure yet.”
“You ain’t sure?” He questioned, hands tightening on the arm rests. “Well that’s convincing.”
“You ain’t gonna end up bald or looking like a hillbilly, it’s fine.” Your nails scratched at his hair, ruffling the light strands between nimble fingers.
The scissors nipped down the side of his neck while you continued to scratch, lip slightly curled in either frustration or focus. Dallas could see your eyes in the mirror’s reflection, alert and passionate; it made him feel safer. More at ease.
Platinum strips fell around him, landing on both his shoulder, lap, and the floor. It was a little alarming, considering he typically enjoyed the way his hair looked when it was sort of long. But it didn’t bother him right now, your nails and pretty eyes far too entrancing.
“Sooo, you like it?” A chin landed on Dallas’s shoulder, nails scratching down his neck gently. He saw your head perched next to his own, and just wanted to stare at it for forever.
“Yeah, it’s..fine, I guess.” He pushed the now-shorter strands back as you wiped the polka-dot apron off, quickly sweeping his hair into a larger pile.
“Fine?” You huffed, placing your hands on the loops of your jeans. “I’ll fix it if there’s something wrong!”
He’d let you shave his damn head bald if it meant you’d keep touching him.
“Nah, that’s okay.” He allowed the apron to fall from around his neck, quickly standing and stretching out from the chair.
His knees hurt, and his neck was sore from the way you’d tilted it. But his heart was persistent, beating back at his ribcage without pause. The jewelry on your wrists and fingers had clinked and clacked in his ears for almost 15 minutes, and now the jingling was still ringing in his ears.
“So, when do you get off?”
The broom paused its sweeping, your eyes raking over him for a moment before a smile tugged at your painted lips. “Not a chance in hell.”
“I already paid you.” Dallas scoffed, but that same grin was on his face. This time, though, there was a glimmer in his eyes. Something positive and softer. “I didn’t even do anything..!”
“No, but you were thinking about it. The answer is no.”
“Why? Why can’t I take you out?” His accent poked through, hands out in a defensive position.
“Because, I dunno you!” The broom leaned against you.
“Well I don’t know you either!”
“And maybe I want to.” A strange bit of sincerity pinched his words, hands stuffing into his pockets.
Your eyes widened before softening, looking over him more curiously this time. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Dallas questioned, light brow raised in offense.
“Mhm, I ain’t decided yet.” The broom swept just beneath his feet, prompting him closer to the door. “Come back tomorrow, and I’ll let you know.”
“‘You gonna cut more of my hair off?”
“Can you take no for an answer?”
