#candyfsh

𐙚 ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ the diner

by candyfsh

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dallas winston sits inside of a booth, manspreading and glancing around the diner while he chats simply with his buddies, ponyboy and johnny. he seems to be looking for something, which brings the attention of johnny.

"you lookin for somethin, dal?" johnny asks. dallas looks back toward the slightly younger boys with a small, casual scoff, not meaning annoyance. he shakes his head no.

"nah, man, jus' lookin around..." although, dallas was looking for something. he was looking for someone. despite his denial, johnny and ponyboy couldn't help but notice how he looked over the workers and smirked at one of them. she was giving someone their coffee at the table right behind them, which means the three boys are next.

ponyboy is very observant. so he automatically notices dallas's smirk and what it means. it means he's gonna tease her, which is exactly what dallas does.

"hey, sweetheart," dallas calls out to the waitress, his new york accent thick in the "heart." he licks his lips before speaking again. "how's the shift goin, baby?"

this waitress doesn't even have to look to know who it is. she sighs softly as she finishes with the customer behind them. "decent."

dallas chuckles at her response. she's always like this. whenever dallas is here, he always makes sure that y/n is serving him. even if he gets a different waiter or waitress, he demands to talk to her. dallas is just like that.

"not gonna look at me?" his amused smirk is very genuine. dallas watches y/n intently as she wraps things up by giving the customer a sugar packet and a thing of cream. he's unadmittedly impressed with how she works.

"nope." she responds simply, smiling at the other customer before asking if that's all he wants. dallas notices how genuinely sweet she is. it isn't an act. she just doesn't like to be sweet to dallas because of how annoying he is, which he can respect. now, she starts to walk over to his table. he adjusts his position to sit straight forward, facing her, still with the cocky smirk. he leans his elbows on the table as he can hear ponyboy and johnny share a snicker. "you ready to order?"

dallas shifts to manspread again while his friends nod. "for sure, sweetheart." he winks playfully, which pulls a disgusted nose-scrunch from y/n and amused giggles from ponyboy and johnny.

y/n goes in the order she sees them, except dallas is going to be last. she pulls the cap off of her pen gently with her teeth which is unspeakably attractive to dallas. "okayy, what do you want, cutie?" she asks, nodding her head toward ponyboy with a soft smile. while ponyboy gets ready to order a drink, johnny can't help but notice the look on dallas's face. it's a look that can only be described as a pure liking to the waitress. dallas has a crush.

"uhh, a rootbeer, please." ponyboy responds with a sheepish smile. he scratches the back of his head, obviously a bit nervous but flattered by her compliment. dallas looks at ponyboy and furrows his eyebrows. he's not jealous. ponyboy has a tendency to get slightly nervous around pretty girls.

y/n writes that down in her notepad. "okay, baby, how 'bout you?" she nods toward johnny. johnny looks up at her and can't help but feel a bit bashful himself. dallas rolls his eyes and looks back up at his favorite waitress.

"a coffee." as he responds a bit quietly, y/n can't help but notice how different they seem to be from dallas. they're sweet and bashful while dallas flirts with anyone and is naturally rough around the edges.

she nods and writes it down. "how do you like your coffee?"

johnny shrugs a little and thinks with a small hum. "a little cream." he looks over at dallas before looking back up at the waitress. dallas is still looking at her, waiting for her to give him attention.

she writes it down once more before looking over at dallas. when their eyes meet, dallas smirks again. it's the same amused smirk as before. he waits to see if she'll give him a sweet nickname.

"what would you like, dallas?"

he leans forward a little, looking up at her. they both seem to notice the other's pretty eyes at the same time. dallas's big brown eyes looking up at her with her soft doe-like eyes looking down at him. "what, no nicknames for me? thought i was special, babydoll."

she chuckles at the last sentence, her pen still ready to write in her hand. "no, the most you're getting is 'dally.' so, why don't you tell me what you want?" she tilts her head while looking at him, glancing back at her notepad.

he sighs dramatically, raising his arms a bit in mock defense and leaning against the booth. "just a coke, and i don't want that gross cherry coke shit." he says playfully, knowing she loves cherry coke.

she rolls her eyes playfully, writing down regular coke in her notepad. "boo. okay, will that be all, boys?"

johnny and ponyboy nod in response again, while dallas prefers to be outspoken. especially with her. he loves having her attention on him, even if he'd never admit it. "yeah, that'll be all. thanks, doll. you're not that bad at your job."

"thanks, dal." she responds with a small smile. he returns the smile before she turns around and heads to her coworkers. as she gets stuff ready, dallas tries to pry his eyes off of her.

"you love her." johnny teases gently. ponyboy snickers. although, dallas is not amused or entertained. he just rolls his eyes.

"i don't love nothin."

ponyboy pipes up. "yeah, you do, and it's the pretty waitress." ponyboy wasn't one to tease dallas due to slight fear and not liking him much, but this is acceptable. johnny chuckles and so does ponyboy.

dallas shushes them. "shut the fuck up, she could hear..."

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . dating hcs <3

by candyfsh

including; dallas winston, melvin moody, richie white (those are my favs)

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dallas winston ౨ৎ

𖦹 ik everybody says that dally would be suuuper toxic and a rlly bad boyfriend,, but hear me out. he would literally hate everyone but you.

𖦹 he buys you things and steals you things, about 50/50

𖦹 he isn't one for cuddling or anything but he'll definitely play with your hair and hold your head gently if you're snuggled beside him or on his chest💔

𖦹 he isn't huge on pda,, but he always keeps an arm around you or kisses your face and head and lips constantly

𖦹 he also uses extra pda at parties. just letting everyone know you're dating him 😊😊

𖦹 he will NOT ever let you put makeup on him, but he does let you put chapstick on for him. he likes how gentle you are even if it's just chapstick 😓

𖦹 always brags about you

𖦹 "yeah man that's cool but my gf is soooo hot 😝"

𖦹 he likes to go over to your house whenever he can because you make him feel safe

𖦹 he won't admit that though. never.

𖦹 but it's also lowk obvious?? bc he's always hanging around you and making sure you're close to him

𖦹 im being so fr he thought he wouldn't trust or love anyone again after sylvia then BOOM he met you and he's like OMG.

melvin moody ౨ৎ

𖦹 he loves you and makes it known omg

𖦹 like ofc he cares about his reputation?? he js loves you sooooo much and whenever he sees you he's like woah that's my gf!!!

𖦹 when you're sitting next to each other literally anywhere, he has to be touching you just to like confirm you're there or something???

𖦹 he's holding your hand, his arm is around your shoulder, his hand is in your lap, your head is on his shoulder, he's playing with your hair, his arm is around your waist, whateves!!! he just loves touching you

𖦹 he's still a tough guy ofc,,, but in school, it's kinda like lowkey slowed down

𖦹 but he'll still punch someone if they made you uncomfortable whatsoever

𖦹 i personally think moody would be big on cuddling 😙

𖦹 he loves to spoon you omg!!!

𖦹 moody feels like he can truly be himself around you (including letting his hair not be greased up. you love to see his hair ungreased)

𖦹 he gets you gifts sometimes with the money he's gotten from kids but he refuses to EVER tell you where he got the money

𖦹 PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES!!! 💗💗💗

𖦹 "baby" "sweetie" "hottie" "cutie" everything.

𖦹 you and moody are literally so in love and so adorable and all his friends tease him about being so whipped but he's all like "damn right i am"

richie white ౨ৎ

𖦹 this little baby is so cute and loves you sm

𖦹 my personal hc is that richie has never had a gf,, he just flirts with every girl he sees

𖦹 so you're basically each other's first everything in a relationship. it's really sweet💔.

𖦹 he alwaayyyss brags to you about a new crime he committed. especially the time he broke into a bike shop.

𖦹 whenever some girl flirts with him in the rec center he's all like "yeah yeahh i got a beautiful girl i ain't interested"

𖦹 AND YES HE REFERS TO YOU AS HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL ALWAYS 😖😖

𖦹 "ysee my beautiful girl over there??" "she's my beautiful girl" "i got the most beautiful girl ever"

𖦹 bc this is his first relationship that's more than just kissing and flirting, he wants to prove himself to you that he's more than a juvenile delinquent

𖦹 (but he'll never stop being one)

𖦹 he doesn't know what to do for dates so he takes you to the rec or a walk around town or his lil spot with carl

𖦹 speaking of carl, he's sooooo sick of hearing about you

𖦹 y/n this y/n that,,, my man richie just loves you!!!

𖦹 btw he calls you the dumbest pet names in public to tease you, like sugarplum and honeybee

𖦹 he will never get over the fact that YOU chose HIM of all people. like he's confident in himself,, he's just like "omg she's so perfect why is she with me"

𖦹 that's why he makes sure to never take you for granted

𖦹 if richie has his hands anywhere on you, his hand is probably in your back pocket. not like in a perverted way or anything,, he just likes it there 😙😙

𖦹 his arms are almost always around your shoulders too

𖦹 he's very touchy

𖦹 you + richie = forever

𐙚 ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ irresistible

by candyfsh

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"wanna go to the nightly double tonight? i heard they're playing something good."

dallas's gaze pulls away from the side of y/n's face to focus on her eyes, and then her lips, then her eyes. it takes a second to process what she had said.

"we don't have to go, y/n, we can watch the movie here."

truth is, he loves going to the drive-in with his girlfriend. he just hates whenever she has to deal with drunk, flirty soc boys. but oddly enough, she still likes to go whenever she hears they're gonna be playing a decent movie.

she sighs softly and looks away from him, looking at her nails. she looks back up at him. "but you'll love the movie, and it's more special when we see it in the drive-in. yknow, in your car, nobody bothering us... just us and the movie."

he knows that she's not completely wrong. it is better to watch it in buck's car that he borrows, or in the rows. he drapes an arm across her shoulders and shakes his head. "baby, i don't wanna risk you getting hurt in any way."

"you think i can't take care of myself, dal?" she asks, sort of offended. "because i can."

"no, doll, i know you can." he responds, gently patting her arm. even if she's feeling a bit offended, the look on her face is adorable. she can probably persuade him to do anything just with her eyes, and she usually does so.

she gives him a small smile and tilts her head slightly down, still looking up at him with her eyes. "so can we go?"

dallas watches and scoffs playfully. she knows what he means by the small scoff and the look on his face. so she begins to bat her eyelashes and pout slightly.

"please?"

dallas can never say no to that look. if she thinks that she can bat her eyelashes and get what she wants, she's absolutely right. he leans in and places a kiss on her forehead.

"whatever, man, we'll go, if that's what you really want."

𐙚 ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ how you get the girl

by candyfsh

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days would feel like weeks. weeks would feel like months. and months would feel like years. it was about six or seven months ago that dallas winston broke up with y/n. he said he wasn't feeling the relationship anymore. it bothered y/n. of course it did! it left her devastated.

sometimes, they would run into each other in public. tulsa is a small town, so it's not uncommon. she would always, always avoid dallas. she can't put herself through pain again, even if she realized she could do better.

dallas wouldn't go out of his way to say anything to her, but he wouldn't totally ignore her, either. if he was out with friends and noticed her, his friends would probably tease him and he'd say some stupid joke about her, and that's it. but over these months, he realized how much he messed up and how much he wanted her back. he needs to know how to get her back.

step one; find your girl.

dallas is at the curtis residence, the rest of the gang there. johnny and ponyboy sit beside him. they can tell something is on his mind. or someone, for that matter. everyone knows how he feels.

"y'still thinkin bout y/n, dally?" steve pipes up. dallas turns his head to look at him and tries to act cool about it. but there's no denying it. before he can get a reply in, steve says something else. "she was at the dx today. said she was goin to some soc party with her girlfriends."

that's all dallas needs. he doesn't care where the party is or who's hosting it. if she's going, he is, too. "what soc?"

steve shrugs. "think it's her friend's boyfriend who's hosting the thing." there's no surprise that he listens in to everything, all the gossip. but dallas couldn't care less. he remembers when they were still together, and she would complain about how blind her friends were for choosing the ugliest and dumbest guys, and then say that she was lucky for having dallas. he regrets ever breaking up with her.

he gets up from the couch and without a goodbye, he leaves. he tries to get any information from soc boys about a party. they won't jump dallas. nobody can jump dallas. so he's fine with asking them for directions. although, he's more demanding directions.

step two; act cool.

he arrives at the soc party. he certainly doesn't fit in. his dull look doesn't match with the bright contrast of the rooms and all the people, but he only has one thing on his mind. he's determined to get the girl back.

while walking through the crowd coolly, casually glancing around for y/n, some drunken socs bump into him. he tries not to let them slow him down, focused on his girl. it's not like him to be hung up on a girl, so everyone knows that he really cares about her.

he sees a familiar group of girls. the girls he recognizes as her friends. he never paid much attention to them, but she would show him pictures she took and they almost always involved her friends. he always found it admirable and sweet how much she loves her friends. he always found female friendships interesting, too. he never quite understood them, and he still doesn't.

he approaches the girls casually to make it seem normal. the girls immediately recognize him as the guy who broke their friend's heart. so like good friends, they don't show interest in what he has to say. that is, until he asks a question.

"where's y/n?"

the girls give each other a certain questioning look, silently agreeing that maybe they should answer. but they don't want to hurt their friend. dallas just waits impatiently for a response. soon enough, the girls all turn back to face him. one of them opens her mouth to answer his question, but then someone else joins them with a small announcement that she's back.

dallas's eyes lock with hers. y/n, the girl he's been looking for. the girl he wants back. the girl he regrets leaving more than anything.

"y/n.." dallas says in a small voice. he sounds almost soft and fond. y/n glances away from him and clears her throat.

"hi, dal."

step three; tell her what you want.

dallas somehow convinced y/n's friends and y/n herself to let him have a word with her. so, dallas led her outside and sat down with her on the porch. they both sit together, feeling a bit of awkwardness between them. a bit of tension from their last interaction.

he looks over at her, admiring her for a moment. she's always been beautiful, whether she knows it or not. he nudges her shoulder to get her to look at him and it works.

"y/n..." he pauses for a moment. he never apologizes. never. the most he ever does is a 'yeah, yeah, sorry.' but he is going to actually admit what he did wrong and apologize. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for breaking up with you and for being a shitty boyfriend. i took you for granted and i didn't realize it until it was too late."

her eyebrows knit together and her jaw slightly clenches. not in an angry way, yet more of a confused way. it's a habit she picked up from dallas. they both picked up habits from each other. dallas even still finds himself tapping his fingers the same way y/n does when she's bored.

"you weren't a shitty boyfriend. you were good." she turns her head toward the sky, now turned a royal blue color.

dallas can't take his eyes off of her. he furrows his own eyebrows. he always doubted himself for being a good boyfriend, so he tried. "i wasn't?"

she shakes her head no, focusing back on him. "that's what really hurt. i'm sorry for ... whatever i did that made you uninterested. and i'm sorry for always ignoring you." she can barely meet his gaze. she struggles to make eye contact, and dallas knows what that means.

"don't apologize. you're good. you're a good person and hell of a good girlfriend. it's my own fault that you ignore me."

the two are silent once again. she doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't know if he should add onto it. they both look up at the moon.

"i still love you, dally."

dallas turns his head to face y/n, and she does the same. dallas smiles a little bit.

"i still love you too."

that is the first time dallas has ever really outwardly admitted that he loves someone or something. he's thought it and showed it in his own ways, but this is different. so much different, and so much more special.

step four; get her back!

after a bit of sweet conversation, the same type that they did while together, dallas finally gets the courage to ask her to refresh.

"are you, like, free this sunday?"

y/n grins and dallas returns it. she chuckles slightly and remembers that's basically how it went when he asked her out for the first time. same day, too. a sunday.

"of course i am."

dallas attempts to mask his smile with a smirk. he adjusts his jacket, feeling good with himself. he feels more than good. he's proud of himself.

"cool."

.ᐟ.ᐟ bed chem (nonsexual) ༉‧₊˚.

by candyfsh

a/n — this is the roomie thing from the poll btw!! also how are we liking the new layout..... idkkk

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y/n and dallas both live up in the apartments in buck's bar. it isn't the best place, but it was good enough, plus, y/n knows dallas. they aren't good friends or anything. they actually tend to avoid each other, but they don't not like each other.

they both have their differences. a lot, actually. she's a girly girl, he's obviously not. she's normally a people person, while he aims to intimidate others. she goes to school, he doesn't. etc, etc. but they can't not like each other. they just avoid each other because of the amount of differences they have. they don't have anything in common.

tonight, y/n is fumbling with her shower and the knob that turns the water on. she groans, unable to figure out what the issue is. she'd ask buck for help, but he's busy bartending.

although it might be awkward, maybe she could ask dallas for help. she'd just need to wrap a towel around her, of course. so she quickly does that, and exits her bathroom. she holds her arm tight around the towel as the other arm reaches out to open her bedroom door.

"dallas?"

after a moment, she can hear a faint, "what?" come from his room. she approaches his room, but stays outside. she pauses.

"can you help me with my shower, please?" she asks politely, but it's clear she's impatient with the dumb shower.

he pauses before responding to y/n, seemingly thinking about it for a second. "i don't know how to do that, man. that's som' for a plumber or whatever."

there's a bit of a silence. dallas doesn't seem to care much, and y/n's just wondering what to do. she doesn't want to ask if she can use his shower.

"yknow what?" he speaks up through the door. she perks up a little bit, wondering if he'd offer up his shower or not. fortunately for her, he's feeling generous. "jus' use my shower, mkay?"

y/n smiles. "thank you, i'll go get my clothes."

not like he's totally immature, or not like he doesn't think she's attractive, but a small shudder runs through his body at the realization that she's probably naked in front of his door. he doesn't respond to her. he just focuses his eyes back on the tv and he brushes his hair back.

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dallas swears he heard the water running for an hour straight. he probably didn't. but once the water turned off in the bathroom, he didn't know exactly how to feel. even if y/n was in his bathroom, it felt kind of nice to have her in his room.

the bathroom door opens, so dallas perks his head up to look. a towel is wrapped around her body and she's brushing her hair out. she makes little eye contact before moving out of his room and going to her own. he furrows his brows. she's leaving and she didn't even get changed?

fortunately for both of them, she was just grabbing products she forgot in her own bathroom. she quickly returns with a small amount of skincare items and a bottle of perfume. dallas would never in a hundred years mention it, but he loves the smell of her perfume.

y/n leaves the bathroom door cracked. dallas looks back up at his tv, before deciding to make conversation.

"what's all that shit you brought in?"

he could hear a quick "hm" sound from the bathroom. he's not sure if it was directed towards him or not.

"skincare," she replies. "don't you use it?"

boys don't often use skincare products. they never really have, and they probably won't in the future. who knows, though?

with a light-hearted scoff, dallas responds to her innocent question like he's too good for that kinda stuff. "no."

"my mistake." y/n says in a quieter tone, as if she was telling a secret to whoever was in the next room. she's quiet, but not too quiet. she's not loud, either. "i thought you used it."

dallas furrows his eyebrows again and looks toward the door. he's not insulted or offended, anything like that. just kind of surprised.

"how come?" he asks.

she gives that soft, quick "hm" sound again. "your skin is pretty. i've felt it, too. it's smooth."

he doesn't know how to take this. it sounds nice, since she complimented his skin and called it pretty. but this isn't the type of compliments he's used to. almost every girl that compliments him calls him the typical lustful terms. it's new.

"...thanks."

a soft chuckle could be heard from the bathroom, then a drop of the towel. he looked away from the door as she shut it completely. they could still talk, though.

"should i make my next comment sound more normal and not with...cannibalistic undertones?" she asks with the cutest little laugh dallas has ever heard.

he can't help but let out a small, scoff-like laugh. he shook his head, as if she can currently see him.

"i didn't take it that way, 's alright." dallas chuckles breathily.

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after y/n got ready for the night, said her thanks to dallas and left his room, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head. he can't quite identify it. but it has to do with her, and that's all he knows.

and as though he summoned her, y/n knocks on his bedroom door. it's about 9:30 pm or 10:00 pm, somewhere in between. this is usually when she gets ready to sleep, so he assumes it's buck.

"come in."

he knows it's not buck anymore by the hesitant turn of the knob and the slightly slow door pushing. she smiles softly at him.

"i don't think buck likes me, dal..." that's the first time, or one of the first times she's used one of his nicknames. it sounds so sweet coming from her. "my heater isn't working for tonight."

dallas gives her a look of feigned annoyance. he scoots to the other side of his bed and pats the spot next to him. y/n seems relieved that he let her in. he doesn't do this often. maybe because she's kind of his roommate? maybe because she's so unlike him, he just can't say no? who knows?

she approaches the bed and sits down next to him, then leans back against the extra pillows.

his bed is nothing bigger than a twin bed, so hopefully, they'll both adapt. dallas is used to having a girl in his bed. maybe this just feels different because y/n is not his type. but if she's not his type, why does he get this weird feeling as he sees her in his bed? and why does he feel a skip in his heartbeat as he smells her perfume?

"yknow, my room ain't the warmest, y/n." dallas points out, his eyes on his pretty roommate. she looks up at him and smiles softly.

"i know," she glances at his tv, which is playing some old western film. she looks back up at dallas. he's right, his room isn't the warmest. but it also isn't really cold. just chilly. "but i figured body heat would be beneficial, right?"

he tilts his head to the side slightly, and a tiny, harmless smirk forms on his lips. he likes the way she thinks, even if it is a basic way of thinking. he'd never do that. if he's cold, he sucks it up.

"yeah. yer right."

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𐙚 ⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ still into you

by candyfsh

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it's been a couple months since y/n and dallas broke up. y/n was the one to break up with him since she caught him cheating. he tried to explain, but she didn't want a cheater in her life anymore, so she left. both of them have been trying to move on, but it's not as easy as it sounds.

whenever dallas would hang around the bar with buck, he would just be moping about something he caused. it would happen every night, like tonight.

he's looking miserable like every other day, staring into the bottom of his glass that had liquor in it just a few moments ago. he's snapped out of his thoughts about losing someone so good when buck slaps his back.

"if you miss y/n so much, then you should go and talk to her. she can't still be mad."

buck has never really been good at advice. but he does try to get his friend happy again. everyone has noticed the abrupt change in dallas ever since she broke up with him. it's like night and day.

dallas shakes his head. "she's still mad at me, man, i know it. i can't go over there no matter how bad i wanna."

buck sighs and taps his fingers against the table. he knows that nobody can help dallas if he can't help himself in some way. the two are silent, before dallas stands up after a minute.

"you goin to see her?"

"yeah, man. she's probably still awake."

dallas won't ever admit it, but he definitely loves y/n. he's memorized the tiniest details about her, even the exact time she tends to get tired. he loves her. he just wishes he could've shown it while they were together.

and with that, he exits the bar and decides to walk there. he needs some time to think on the way there, and even though he's a reckless driver, he doesn't wanna get caught up in his thoughts and die at the wheel.

dallas knows exactly where to turn and what to cross to get to y/n's house. he's been there countless times. her home was like his home. being with her was home and he can't believe he just gave her up like that.

after a fifteen minute walk, he reaches the front of her house. he sees her car parked outside and the lights in her room still on. she's here and she's awake. he makes his way in front of her window, and picks up some pebbles off the ground. he tosses them, aiming them at her window.

dallas is really hoping she opens up the window. soon, very soon, his hopes and wishes come true as he sees the window shaking slightly like someone is struggling with it before it slides open. he can't help but smile at the sight of the beautiful, sleepy girl he once called his girlfriend.

"what are you doing here?" she asks with irritation ridden in her voice.

dallas shrugs and lets the rest of the pebbles in his hand fall. "can i come in?" he tries to seem casual.

y/n watches his movements, suspicious of his intentions. her eyes go to a slight squint, and dallas chuckles softly as he sees it. he thinks she's perfect. "why?"

"because," dallas starts, thinking of an excuse that'll definitely work for her. he wants to tell her that he's planning on talking to her and making up, but that would result in a slam of the window. "it's cold out here, man, i need a place to stay."

she thinks about it for a moment. if he's cold, he could just go back to the bar. but also, that's another fifteen minute walk of being in the darkness of the cold night. she just doesn't have the heart to leave him to be cold. "fine."

his face immediately lights up as he begins approaching the window. she moves aside and stands up straight so he can come in, and he does. she sits back on the bed and notices how he shivers a little as he shuts the window. what she doesn't know is that it's fake shivering, so she falls for it. but he doesn't mean to fake anything in a mean way. he just misses her and wants to be close to her.

"if you're cold, get in my bed."

dallas doesn't waste any time to slip off his shoes and plop into the bed. y/n lays back, next to him. he scoots closer to her, looking up at her with admiration as he starts to bury his face in her neck. he's practically laying on top of her. he gently grabs her arms and puts them around his back.

both of them silently miss cuddling like this. late at night, in one of their beds, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other. it was sweet. they had a genuine relationship. the question that remains on y/n's mind is why he had to ruin it.

she takes a soft, deep breath as she starts to gently massage his scalp with her fingertips. "dal?" she speaks in a small whisper.

dallas doesn't take his face from her neck as he hums in response. he runs his hand up and down her side like he used to do. he subconsciously places a kiss on her collarbone, feeling comfortable and content. although y/n feels the same way, her body slightly stiffens with surprise, but quickly relaxes.

"why'd you cheat on me?"

his heart quickly drops to his stomach. being reminded of that just makes him sad, even though he won't show it. he lifts his head from her neck, hovering his face over hers so they can look at each other. he sighs softly, his arms still around her and gently touching her.

"i was lonely, i guess. i was fuckin stupid, baby, you know that. i just ... wanted attention and i didn't think about you or how much it'd hurt you." he says honestly. he doesn't wanna lie to her by saying he doesn't know. he wants to earn her trust again.

her hands gently run through his hair. he presses his forehead against hers, which she doesn't fight. she seems to be accepting with everything he's doing, which he won't take advantage of.

"if you felt like you wanted attention, just come to me. i know it's too late now, but i was always there for you."

"it's not too late. y/n, i didn't realize how much i took you for granted until i lost you." dallas continues to gently caress her. he doesn't let himself be weak, but he always lets himself go when he's with y/n. "i love you."

that's the first time he's ever said he loves her. he won't ever take it back. he needs to let her know how much he loves her and needs her. just not in front of anyone else.

"i love you too, dally."

dallas smiles at the mutual feeling between them. if she gives him a chance, he'll be the best boyfriend he can ever be. she returns the smile and giggles softly as she wraps her arms around his neck. he immediately buries his face in her neck again, planting kisses over it and her shoulder and collarbones.

they probably won't make up immediately. but the feeling of them against each other, holding each other, is enough for tonight. they'll start over soon.

i barely heard him. i came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say.