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beautouslysandy · 2 months
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a pretty little valentines for you and me
by: sandy
dallas winston x gn!reader
word count: 380 words
warnings: mushy, lowercase intended, lovey-dovey things, super short, basically just love in one big bucket :)
a/n 💌: i am back!!!! this is super late but a fellow fanfic author invited me to write a fanfic for valentines but um..your girl kinda forgot. so here it is! enjoy! sorry its so short, i am trying to get back into writing! i hope y'all like this, its been a hot minute since i have written fanfic!
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"so, do you like it doll?" dallas asks nervously, he is rarely nervous
you and dallas were currently at y'all's favorite diner. in y'all's booth. dallas had just given you a promise ring. you were shocked. you didn't think that the dallas winston would be into this kind of thing.
you look up at him and nod, smiling. your eyes are a bit watery, you think its just from the overflow of emotions you have felt all day.
this had been the best valentines day ever.
"i really like it, babe," you say smiling then you glance back at the promise ring on your left middle finger. its an infinity sign ring and it fits you perfectly.
"its my promise to...." dallas began, he cleared his throat and his face grew red ever so slightly, then he proceeded to look down. he mumbled. "you know love you forever or whatever, doll."
you were grinning from ear to ear now, partly because of how sweet the gesture was but also because you knew that meant a lot coming from him.
"i love you more." you joke
dallas looks at you with his goofy grin you have grown so fond of.
"no way in hell is that possible doll." dallas says chuckling
the waiter finally brought your food to y'all, you had been waiting thirty-five minutes. far too long for a local town diner.
"what took so damn long?" dallas said to the waiter, returning to his old self and not the lovey dovey mess he was only a minute ago.
"sorry, the kitchen is really backed up." the waiter says handing us our food.
"sure it is, this place is packed." dallas says sarcastically as he bites into his burger. you hold down a laugh, as you didn't want to embarrass the waiter further.
the diner was empty besides the normal 8 o'clock crowd, which was just a few young adults and old people.
the waiter walks away, and you start laughing, you catch dallas looking at you with seemingly stars in his eyes.
"what?" you ask, your laugh dying down
"nothing, doll" he says smirking then goes back to eating
"happy valentines" you say grinning
"happy valentines, doll" dallas says and he bends over the table and kiss you softly
p.s. sorry i am so late to this @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me
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pepsibozo · 10 months
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dalusional · 5 days
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Daily Reminder to save a horse and ride a cowboy 🙏‼️
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I love Dallas Winston. I want to put him in a microwave and watch him spin. Observe him like a bug in a jar. I am normal.
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memorymeblog · 1 month
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livinginthepassed · 11 months
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karatehusbandos · 8 months
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This scene but with a sound effect #2
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mannytoodope · 2 years
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Dallas: We beat the Socs, man. Chased them right out of our neighborhood.                    
Johnny: It's useless.  Fighting ain't no good.                    
Dallas: They're still writing editorials in the papers about you being a hero.      We are all proud of you. It's gonna be all right.                            
Johnny: Stay gold, Ponyboy.   Stay gold.                    
Dallas: Johnny, come on.  So, this is what you get for helping people?         You punk!  Come on, Johnny, don't die.  Come on, don't die on me now.  Please!
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vintagecase · 11 months
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inmyownfantasywrld · 1 year
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HOT
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We're watching gunsmoke, the episode with Ad Bellum, and the absolute OUTRAGE my stuff year old niece has is astounding.
"Who's that?!"
"Kitty's new boyfriend."
"That's not Matt!" She gasps "Cheater!"
Later on, Ad gets violent "Oooh he hit SAM! Kick his ass Matt! Sorry I said ass."
"No you're right, kick his ass Matt!"
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pepsibozo · 4 months
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dalusional · 1 day
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I’ll Be The Last To Know.
Dallas Winston x Female Reader
Angst!!
Warnings: Arguing, Mature Language, Toxic Relationship.. ( i think that’s it? )
Description: Dallas and Daisy are in a relationship where all issues are never brought into discussion. Between Dallys toxic behavior and Daisys limited communication skills, their relationship can only go on for so long.
( based on the song Say Yes by Elliot Smith 🩷)
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I sighed and sat on the living room sofa. The clock just rung half past 2, where could he be? It wasn’t unusual for Dallas to break his promises, it also wasnt unusual for him to break my heart. We were supposed to have a cozy night in, consisting of cuddles and binging movies with small chats about anything and everything. Surprise, surprise- he didn’t show. My heart shattered at the thought of what he could be doing at the moment besides sheltering me in his arms. Was he with another woman? Was he in a bar fight? Or worse, was he laying somewhere in an alley waiting for help? I shivered at that thought. Even if I had a good day with Dallas Winston it was always as if I had to pay it forward with another heart break. A happy day then you pay. Tears started to stream down my face, I couldnt take it anymore. I loved Dallas Winston no matter the circumstances, and I knew Dally loved me too, he just never could love me how I loved him. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the front door swing open, breaking my train of thought. There he stood right infront of me, Dallas Winston.
“Hey doll, what’re you still up for?” His oblivious chuckle at the end was how I knew tonight wouldn’t be like any of the others. How could he be so blunt about the situation? I stood up infront of him, trying to mask the large lump now present in my throat. A person can only take so much of what they’re served.
“I’m up because Im waiting for you?!” I said as if it should’ve been obvious the reason I was waiting. It should’ve been. The hint of anger lingering in my words only made him throw a smirk on that handsome face of his. I hated it. I could see confusion fill his face under that smirk of his, as if he was trying to remember what I was referring to. I gave him a look inferring “we had plans” making him nod with his mouth forming into an O shape.
“How sweet of ya doll.” He came to put his arms around me and for the first time I denied him. I denied him what he wanted, and nobody said no to Dallas Winston ever. It was an unspoken rule, nobody questioned it. Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.
He frowned at my actions and raised his brow. “Somethin buggin you sweet cheeks?”
“We need to talk Dal.” I said trying to keep my cold aura.
He kept quiet, obviously waiting for me to continue. I gulped down my nervousness and spoke. “We had plans Dal, and like before you turned them down. For what, or for who?! Don’t say you forgot, that’s all I ever hear from you and i’m sick of it! Making love won’t fix this, Ill still end up feeling like shit the morning after!”
I was shocked with myself and I could tell he was to. I was never the type to raise my voice. Dallas shoved his fists in his jean jacket, huffing down his anger. I shivered at the thought of what could come next.
“I honestly did forget. Believe me doll. Y’know I love you, y’know I do. I ain’t in the mood for this. Now come here and give me some love.” He practically scoffed out the last sentence making me tense. As if he didn’t care about my obvious state of stress. After that i felt changed around, and instead of falling down into his sick aura I stood my ground.
“You really don’t care do ya? You barely listened to what I said? Don’t you get it? I can’t do this anymore!” I practically screamed at him causing him to widen his eyes. He looked around the room in disbelief, baffled even. He let out a sharp breathe as if someone punched him in the gut. I failed to realize at this moment I really hit Dallas hard.. in his heart- as if anyone were to believe that’s possible- in this moment it became clear that it was.
“Doll..” He let out in somewhat a whisper. “I.. I know you don’t mean that.”
“I do Dallas. I mean every word of it!!”
“Stop calling me that! What’s wrong in your head tonight Daisy!?”
He never called me by my name. “You! The thought of you in my head is wrong!” I screamed. Every word that escaped my lips hit him in the chest like bullets, each one killing him slowly. “I don’t deserve this Dallas and you being as straight forward as you are should know that! You treat me like shit! I don’t deserve to always be worried about you every night because you turn me down! I don’t deserve to be thrown to the side under all your other shitty decisions! This relationship is only stable because of me! This situation is fucked up!”
By this time tears were streaming down my face and my tone was cracked. I hugged myself in attempt to keep stable, but him and I both knew I wouldn’t be able too.
Dallas clenched his fists and jaw in order to prevent saying or maybe even doing something he’d regret in a short while. His breath hitched, and I watched as he turned to the wall next to him, expecting for him to punch a hole- he instead slammed his hand against it sighing roughly. His breath sounded shaky, was he about to cry?
The room fell silent besides the sounds of my quivering sobs and Dallases short breaths. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to me, eyes red and cheeks flushed.
“Daisy.” He said in a horrid attempt to sound tuff. “I need you baby. I need you. You can’t leave me man.. I..” He looked down and leaned his head against the wall softly. “Situations get fucked up, get turned around sooner or later yknow? You’re the strongest gal I know doll, you and I are stronger than this..” That’s when for the first time, I may have even been the first person to witness it, Dallas Winston cried. His hard sobs echoed through the room, ringing through my ears like a nearby gunshot. I thought and reflected on what he said. That’s when I realized this was all a huge mistake.
“You’re right Dal.” I said with no emotion behind my words. Dallas turned to me with bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he expected. I knew Dallas Winston to well.
“I could stay and be a fool, an exception to your rule and feel like shit the morning after. The way you treat me will never come to rest. I’m damaged by you, bad at best. You’re saying we can overcome this Dallas but you’ve said that before. In the end, you’ll decide what you want and you know what’s sad Dal? I’ll probably be the last to know, like I always have been. So you’re right, I am a strong girl Dal, strong enough to leave you.”
The room fell silent and Dallases jaw was agap as if he just saw a ghost. He turned around slowly as his back slid down the wall. One last tear streamed down my cheek as I watched him.
It was as if Dallases life had flashed before his eyes. Did he really care for me the whole time? Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it? I don’t know, maybe it was a new feeling to him. It was as if the impulsive, troublemaking, confused, but ultimately loving Dallas Winston had gone, just his body was left.
“So this is what you get huh? This is what loves all about right?” He said staring into the distance, his voice cracking and words trembling against his lips. This was it, Dallas Winston finally had understood. Dallas Winston finally understood that day what it really takes to love a person, what it really takes to last in nature. Unlike everything else Dallas had committed to, he didn’t play it cool, brushing off all threats with “i got it man.” Instead he sat there, trembling in his own fear- fear of the end. “Caring for a person so much..” He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing at the thought of his own words. As if someone was beating the words out of him, he finally finished. “that it kills you.”
“And finally you’ve felt it.” I said solemnly. “Felt it to late.”
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i cannot watch the movie because one, it’s awful, and second, matt dillon looks like an elf the entire time he was going bananas before he killed himself
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memorymeblog · 1 month
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livinginthepassed · 2 years
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Source: ig theoutsiderhouse
Pony, Johnny and Dally
📷 David Burnett
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