Being In A Relationship W Dallas Winston Is Literally The Song Party 4 U By Charlixcx (writing A Story

btw i just wanna let you guys know that i won't be writing anything x reader for two-bit, steve, darry, or pony since i just don't get the hype. sorry 🤷‍♀️

his side profile, his jawlines, his nose, his eyes, his hair i'm boutta BUSTTTTT-

i think i'm gonna start writing again and redo my theme (so refresh ig) so send in your asks

i'm gonna cry WHERE IS THE JOHNNY CADE WRITERS TF. like why does no one write for johnny he's literally fine shyt like 😭

࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

omg i'm gonna bust 🙏🏼 (matt in his active era omg)

₊ ˚. ✩ this was all for you

— dallas winston x runaway!reader

song 𝄞 nettles by ethel cain

warnings: language, mentions of sex, smoking + alcohol

365 days, 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,560,000 seconds. that's how long you had been gone.

when you first went missing, everyone thought that you had been kidnapped. maybe you were on a walk and some creepy old man snatched you away, or maybe you said 'no' to the wrong guy and got unlucky— but Dallas knew the truth, because he got the truth gifted to him, straight from you. the note that you left on his bed told it all, and it revealed to him that he was the one who got unlucky.

dear my dearest dally,

by the time you find this letter, i will be gone. there is no point in trying to catch up to me as i haven't told anyone where i'm going and i am long gone by now, hopefully. i want to be honest and clear. bel i didn't leave because of you, if it were, i would tell you. i left because i couldn't take it anymore. i couldn't take the constant fighting of sides, the rumbles, the constant fearing for my well being when i'm out on a walk in town. i felt trapped in that town, and no one could hear me scream, except for you. i can't you were the only one who truly understood what i was going through. you were the only one who ever truly knew me. i don't want you to track me down, i want you to stay away live out your life the way you deserve to live it. i was a burden, and you had your own burdens to deal with. i was dragging you down with me and even if you don't want to admit it, it's the truth. i'm sorry, dallas. i love you more than you will ever know. everything that i did was for you.

when Dally read the letter, he wanted to rip it to shreds, set the scraps on fire and watch them burn.. but he didn't. instead, he cried softly into the paper, smearing the ink and smudging the words. Dallas Winston didn't cry, not for anything or anyone, not even for Johnny.

his throat felt clogged and his mouth began to salivate, as if he were about to throw up. it didn't feel real to him at first, he thought that maybe this was some big joke and that you would walk through the door a few seconds later to hug him and tell him that you were sorry, that you didn't mean to hurt him. but the door stayed closed, and you stayed gone.

after Dally gathered himself, he did exactly what you told him not to do, go looking for you. but you knew that he wouldn't listen to your words, so you took extra care in covering your tracks.

when he went to your apartment to look for clues, the furniture was all covered in white sheets like an old abandoned home in those scary movies the both of you used to watch together. he opened every drawer, scanned every nook and cranny, and even the tiny cracks in the walls that had been there since you first invited him over before you two even began dating. nothing. everything was spotless, not even dust remained for him to find. the only thing left was the scent of you, still somewhat lingering in the air.

after doing a million more checks of the same spots, Dally was convinced that you truly were gone. before he left, he walked over to the window sill you two would share a cigarette at after sex or a long night of talking. he ran his fingers over the engraved initials on the wooden window sill, ones that he carved out of his switchblade and you scolded him for, complaining that he would have to fix it later, but of course, he never did.

after that day, he tried to forget about you. whenever someone would bring you up, you'd shrug and pretend to not know you. whenever he had sex with other girls, he would try to not moan out your name or think about your lips kissing that sweet spot on his neck that no one else knew about. whenever he would walk by a bush of gardenias, he would hold his breath as they smelt exactly like your perfume. though he did all of these things, you still lingered. like a character haunting the narrative of his story.

he stuffed the letter under his mattress as to preserve it whilst also keeping it out of sight and out of mind. he would occasionally think about flipping it up and pulling the paper out, but he held back, for he knew the pain he would feel by just seeing your handwriting was too much.

why? why didn't she take me with her? it would've been safer, better he always thought to himself, the inner turmoil overtaking his mind.

slowly, he began to somewhat accept it. he no longer wanted to forget you, but embrace the fact that you came and left. he began to pick petals off of the gardenia bush every time he walked past it and stuff them in his pockets. and every time someone mentioned your name, he would no longer tense up, but instead acknowledge it and move on. still, you lingered, and he could never get rid of the pang in his heart when he thought of the way you would hold him close at night, the way you would brush your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp in the way he liked it. sometimes, when he was having a drink at Bucks, he would think about the way you would always have little sips of your alcohol, saying that any bigger was too much.

tonight was no different. as he sat at the bar, staring into his whiskey, he couldn't help but think of you. "hey Dal? you still with us?" Two-Bit asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"uh yeah" he said, attempting to play it off, but everyone knew that he was thinking about you. since you left, he hasn't been the same, and his friends would see it every time they looked at him. "so uh we still going to the rodeo on friday?"

"you bet" Soda chuckled, patting him on the back before returning to their previous conversation. Dally was looking forward to that rodeo as it would get you off of his mind as you weren't a rodeo gal, always complaining that it was too violent and upsetting to see people get hurt and animals taken advantage of, despite him always telling you that they were well maintained and fed. there was nothing of you that was left behind in that stadium.

once friday rolled around, the gang all got ready and headed to the rodeo, adrenaline pumping in excitement to see cowboys be kicked on their asses. they would whoop and holler on their way to the entrance from the parking lot, swinging their bandanas above their head like a lasso.

as they took their seats and waited for the show to start, Dally scanned the crowd, the house full.

suddenly, his heart stopped. he swore- no? it couldn't be you, could it? you left. you were gone and you weren't coming back. and you didn't like rodeos, you hated them. you would always refuse to go them and would instead suggest a movie or dinner somewhere.

as the crowd roared for the first person who was about to mount their bull, the person got up and began to head toward the exit where the food was. he didn't even wait a second before he followed suit, heading toward your side of the venue.

as he got closer and his vision cleared, that's when he saw it. you. it really was... you.

he stormed toward you, rage building up within him, ready to shout at you and berate you in anger about you leaving. but once he saw you smile in gratitude at the cashier, thanking you for the meal that would "be out shortly", all of that went away. instead, he wanted to run to you and hold you, tell you that he was sorry for driving you away despite the fact that in your letter you said otherwise.

he stood there, waiting for you to notice him, until you did. he visibly saw your breath hitch, your body tensing up. he watched as your nails dug into your palms, a nervous tic that you had— sometimes it was so intense, you would make your palms bleed and he would have to clean them up and kiss them better.

"hey." he said, his voice blank yet full of emotion.. full of words that he wanted to say.

"hi." you responded, your voice shakey. you didn't even hear your number for your food being called as you were too focused on him. you wanted so desperately to run to him, kiss him all over and tell him that you were sorry, because it was true. you were sorry. you were sorry that you left so suddenly, that you didn't say goodbye and instead left a stupid note. you regretted it all, as soon as you saw that "thank you visiting Tulsa sign" you wanted to turn back. but it was too late, the damage had been done, and you believed that he had probably moved on with his life, so you tried to do the same. but everything reminded you of him. "still like the rodeos, huh?"

"you do now too I guess?"

"no.. not really. I was dragged here by- a friend" you hesitated on the end of the sentence as the idea of having friends that weren't his friends was a foreign thing for you both. you always shared friend groups and were always around one another no matter what. Dally didn't say anything, only humming in response.

the air was thick, so thick you felt as though you were suffocating. you felt tears begin to prick your eyes the longer you stared at him. he didn't look well, at least, not as well as he used to. his eye bags were more visible and his lips were more chapped from you not kissing them.

"is it a guy?" Dally asked hesitantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a nervous tic you knew he had.

"no" you chuckled lightly, "I haven't been with anyone since.."

"not even slept with?" he asked softly, stepping closer, your bodies only a few inches away from one another. you cleared your throat, not out of discomfort, but out of feeling guilty, because the answer to the question was yes.

"they didn't mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

"mine didn't either" he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, making you bite back a small smile that threatened to form on your lips. you looked up to see him slightly smiling as well, and that's when you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in. you began to sob, holding your face in your hands.

you began to turn on your heels to walk away as you were embarrassed to be so weak in front of him, but before you could even take a step, he swung you around and held you, pulling you into his chest. without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around him, instantly feeling relieved.

"i'm so- sorry" you sobbed into his jacket, your voice muffled. "I wanted to turn back. I regret it so bad Dally, I r-really do"

"I know baby, I know." he whispered, kissing the top of your head over and over, attempting to not allow his voice to crack or stutter as he tried to hold back his own tears.

"can you.. forgive me?" you pleaded, pulling away when you only heard heavy breathing. you looked up to look at him, only to have your face pulled into his, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you cupped his face, his hands now on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" he told you after you both pulled away, making you laugh as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. your laugh instantly healed him, it sounding like a song he missed hearing. "don't leave me.. please" he whispered to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"I won't.. ever." you replied, staring back, his brown eyes, no longer looking blue.

· . ༄࿔ johnny cade x dreamy!reader

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