can you please do Dallas job is a police officer when him and reader are married? hope this makes sense thank you!! (freaky or not i don’t mind)
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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 • 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦
ᴡᴄ 2.4𝘬
That is what ran through the heads of the people in the city of Tulsa, when the teenager's name was brought up. People were scared of him. They thought he could never change, that he would always be a low life and never change for the better. Dallas knew himself. He knew he was tuff and had an unbreakable spirit.
His younger years were spent running around town, hanging around the wrong crowd and living his life on the edge. For the most part, Dallas was having the time of his life; Not having a care in the world. But that feeling went away, as soon as Y/n came into his troubled life. Suddenly, Dallas knew he couldn't continue this careless life. Dallas had an urge coursing through his veins.
He knew he needed to change, for her. Dally and Y/n started to become closer. Dallas wanted her around him more and more. It was like he couldn’t breathe without her. Y/n was there for him, every single day. Those lazy Sunday mornings, Y/n was in the comfy bed cuddled up beside Dallas’s chest. Late night Fridays at the Curtis house, Y/n was right next to Dallas, laughing along whatever joke Two-bit had cracked.
Dallas stopped his life of felonies. For once in his life, he saw a future, with Y/n. The more and more time he spent with her, Dallas knew she was the one. Y/n thought the same about Dallas, even though half of Tulsa told her she was “outta her mind for datin’ a Hood like Dallas Winston.”, Y/n knew he would change for the better, for her. And Y/n wasn’t wrong.
It was a warm summer night as the couple laying on the hood of Buck’s T-bird Dallas had borrowed. Dallas held Y/n as they watched the sky and the way the clouds flowed. He ran his hands through Y/n’s soft Y/hc strands of hair. The velvet box in his back pocket was starting to puncture his back. Dallas sat up with a low groan, he looked at his beautiful girl, his gaze lingered on her for a while. He looked back up at the clouds, letting out a sigh. Here goes nothing.
“Baby..I-um-want to talk to you about something?” Dallas scratched the back of his neck, hesitating with his words.
Y/n started to sit up as well, her back leaned against the windshield of the car.
“Yeah, what is it?” Y/n spoke quietly, picking up on Dallas’s nervousness and seriousness laced in his sentence.
Dallas took another deep breath, hopping off the hood of the car and standing at the front.
“I love you so much and you know how much I do. I remember our first date and hearing you laugh and seeing your smile…” Dallas started off, pausing in the middle to catch his nerves.
“-that-um-that’s how I knew I wanted to be with you. For the rest of my life. Ever since then, I knew I needed you and I adore every time we have spent together. You make me smile on the days I need it, you make me laugh, you want me to change and become a better person. You believe in me and no one else does.” Dallas spoke slowly, occasionally looking up to see how Y/n was taking his speech in.
Finally, Dallas pulled out the soft velvet box from his back pocket. He opened it up and got down on one knee. The sparkly ring showing off every color inside. He looked back up at Y/n to see her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
“So what I'm saying is, Will you marry me?” Dallas smiled and looked up at her, his eyes begging that she says yes.
“YES! OMG YES BABY!” Y/n screamed with no hesitation and jumped off the car. She tackled Dallas into a hug and pressed a passionate kiss on him.
Dallas laughed as Y/n bear hugged him. He carefully pulled away from the kiss and smiled. He took the ring from the soft box and slid it on her delicate ring finger.
Ever since the proposal, Dallas and Y/n moved into a small, cozy but a little run-down house. The newlyweds held a small beautiful wedding, only inviting a small number of people. The wedding was peaceful as the couple both spent their time with one another.
As the sun seeped into the windows of the tiny kitchen, Y/n was cooking a delicious meal for breakfast. She stood in the kitchen flipping over easy eggs and slipping her coffee. Once the small breakfast was finished being cooked, Y/n walked over to the table with the plates of food that was perfectly enough for the two of them. She pulled out the chair and sat next to her husband.
Dallas sat on the edge of his chair, his head buried in his arms as his warm cup of coffee was in front of him. He stared at the dark liquid as thoughts coursed through his mind, feeling uncertain. He didn’t even hear his wife pull out a chair next to him.
“So you just gonna stare at that coffee all day or..?” Y/n teased, looking at him with a smile that always made his heart skip a beat.
Dallas lifted up his head, a little startled. He shook his head and chuckled softly.
“Sorry sweetheart, I've just been thinking, you know ‘bout the whole police officer thing. It’s a big step, I dunno if I could do it..” He picked up his mug and took a little sip.
“You’ve been thinking about this for weeks, baby. What’s stopping you?” Y/n spoke, setting down his plate of eggs and hash browns in front of him.
Dallas took a sigh, placing back down the mug and picking up the fork and picking at his food.
“I don’t know if I could do it, Y/N. I’ve seen the other side of this..” Dallas spoke quietly, pausing to eat a piece of a hash brown.
“What if they don’t trust me or they deny my application because of my ‘criminal’ history?” Dallas mumbled out, his hand running through his bed head.
“Dallas..you’ve changed. You’re not the same kid from the wrong side of the tracks anymore, and everyone has seen it. Baby, you are a fighter and you buried yourself out of that place. I believe you should do this. This is the next step. For you.” Y/n spoke gently, her expression softening as her hand squeezed his hand.
Dallas looked into her Y/ec eyes, trying to find if she was really telling the truth. “What if I mess it up? I know they’ll look at me as a criminal in a uniform.”
“No they won’t, and you know it.” Y/n stated firmly, "You know what it is like firsthand to struggle and to feel lost. I know you will make a difference for the people who are the same way you used to be.”
“You really think that I will make a difference?” Dallas spoke as a spark of hope came out from his chest.
“Yes baby, 1000%.” Y/n replied, “You will become a cop that kids look up to, who shows them that there is a way to change.”
After the conversation at the table, Dallas sat on the couch, zoned out as he gazed at the TV. Y/n walked over to the couch and curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest.
“What do you wanna do Baby? You know you can’t keep working small jobs anymore.” Y/n spoke as she watched whatever was playing on the TV.
“I want to be a cop, I really do..” Dallas whispered, his arm wrapping around her waist.
“But..” Y/n looked up at her husband, knowing he was scared of something.
Dallas chuckled to himself, knowing Y/n knew him like the back of her hand. “I’m scared..what if I fail?”
“Dallas Tucker Winston is scared?” She laughed jokingly.
“Look Baby, You won’t fail, I know you won’t” Y/n encouraged him as she interlaced their hands. “Look, I’m always going to be right here, but on your side. We’ll do this together, I believe in you.”
Dally took a deep breath in and nodded his head. “Okay, you convinced me. I’ll apply to the academy today.”
Y/n looked back up at him and smiled softly at him. “I promise to be with you, every step. You’re not just doing this for yourself. You’re doing it for us, our future.”
As the next few weeks passed, Dallas spent his time studying for the Police Academy application. He studied hard and worked on his physical fitness and went into the requirements that he needed. And Y/n was there supporting him as she promised. She encouraged him to push himself a little harder, and reach further.
Late at night, the couple was laid on the bed together. Y/n sat on his lap, playing with his hair. Dallas looked down at her with a serious expression. “Gorgeous, what if I don’t get accepted? What if they see my record and know I’m not worth their time.”
Y/n frowned as Dallas spoke, she continued to run her hands through his dark hair. “Then you try again." She spoke with no hesitation. “Look honey, you’re not the person to give up, you’ve never been like that. You’ve been through so much and this is simply just another challenge.”
“Yes, I know but this one is different.” Dallas admitted, running his hands over her hips. “T-this is my last chance to prove I'm more than who I used to be.”
“And you are going to prove it.” She spoke, her voice stern and steady.
“I want you to walk in there tomorrow and show the real you. The man who cares about others and is ready to make a difference.” Y/n smiled as she leaned in for a soft kiss.
The weeks turned into months ever since that late night conversation. Dallas had worked tirelessly every single day. After what felt like a decade, a letter was in the mailbox addressed to Dallas Winston. He ran into the small house opening the letter like a little kid who had just received a letter from the north pole. Y/n sat on the armchair and was startled as Dallas ran inside. She saw the letter from the academy in his hands. Y/n shot up from the couch and ran over to the dining table.
“Let me see Tucker!” Y/n shouted as she tried to push his arm out of her eyesight.
Dallas read the letter and his face dropped in shock and joy. “I got in..I GOT IN BABY!” He shouted as he gave her the paper.
Y/n quickly scanned the paper, reading the ‘accepted’ over and over again. She looked up at him and jumped into his arms. “OH MY FUCK BABY! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”
Dallas lifted her in a tight embrace, the weight of his worries were gone. “Thank you, you believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.” He whispered in her eyes as he gave a passionate kiss.
The day of the academy orientation arrived. Dallas put on his new uniform, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Y/n helped Dally adjust the collar of the blue suit, her hands steady as the couple both helped each other. “You look sexy,” she said, stepping back to admire him, giggling as she did.
“Are you excited baby?” Y/n smiled excitedly, her hands covering her mouth in amusement of how handsome Dallas was.
“Yeah, I’m also terrified ,” he mumbled to himself, glancing at his reflection of his uniform in the mirror. He turned around and faced his wife. “What if I can’t keep up? What if they see me as a failure?”
“Then keep trying to prove yourself handsome. You’ve come too far to let your own fears hold you back,” Y/n encouraged, resting her hand on his bicep. “You’re doing this for us, our future. Remember that baby.”
With her words echoing in his mind, Dallas made his way to the academy, feeling the heavy weight of his past lingering behind him. But the hope of a better future was ahead. The first few weeks were hard and he knew it. The days were filled with training, lectures, and evaluations. But with each day that passed by, Dallas felt stronger, more confident in his abilities and himself.
One evening, he returned home, exhausted but yet filled with energy, he found Y/n waiting for him in the kitchen, her face glowing with happiness as soon as she heard him come in. “Hey handsome, how was today?”
“Intense,” Dallas replied, a smirk breaking through his tiredness. He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms over her waist, leaning his head on Y/n shoulder. “But I loved every second of it. I think I’m starting to fit in. The others see me as an officer.”
“I knew you could do it,” she spoke softly, leaning her head up to give him a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re becoming the man you were always meant to be.”
As the months rolled on, Dallas faced many many obstacles that tested himself. There were days when he felt like he couldn't do it anymore, days when the memories of his past almost came out. But Y/n was always there reminding him of the change he had made and how much she was proud of him.
“Baby, look at how far you’ve come,” she would say, her voice calm and reassuring. “Every time you feel like giving up, I want you to remember why you started this.”
“You’re not just training to be a cop. You're training to become a better person.”
The day finally arrived for him to graduate from the academy and his training. Dallas stood proudly in his uniform, surrounded by his fellow officers. He felt himself smile to himself as he listened to the speeches about duty, honor, and service. When it was his turn to speak, he glanced at Y/n, who was beaming with joy for her husband.
“Today, as I stand here, not just as a graduate of the academy, but as a man who has fought hard to rewrite his story. I’ve made horrible mistakes, but I’ve learned from all of them. I’m here to serve my community and make a difference. I owe it all to the love and support of my wife, Y/n, who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. Thank you.”
As the applause ripped through the auditorium, Dallas felt a sense of acceptance wash over him. He had changed, becoming the man he always wanted to be. Dallas stood there, remembering when everyone thought he would never change. A ‘lowlife’ who would be the same person his whole life. But no, he proved them all wrong. With Y/n by his side, he was ready to face whatever came his way.
ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀᴀᴀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ! ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ
