#gossip girl reboot x female reader

[thegangismyfamily]

Stay With Me (Dallas x Reader)

Ayo! That Darry oneshot was awesome! I was wondering if I could get a DallyxReader oneshot where the reader and dally are a couple, and the reader is really mature, and motherly so the gang teases dally and Darry the the reader should be with Darry instead of Dally. (Darry blushes alot cause he has a crush on reader) Dally gets upset and the reader comforts him and assures that she loves him? If you don’t want to write this it’s perfectly fine since oneshots take forever to write. Thank you!!!             

and

make an imagine with dallas pleaseee!!!!!

Warning(s): Fluff, lots of angst, DALLAS CRIES, swearing, female!reader

You threw your head back in laughter, the back of your head grazing your boyfriends’ shoulder as your body shook with laughter. Dallas instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you, as he shook his head and a small smile playing on his lips. Two-Bit smiles cheekily as the group roars with laughter at his story, even Darry manages a smile at Two’s bashful story.

You wiggle your fingers that are laced with Dally’s playfully as he rests his chin on the top of your head. You comfortably slump into the curve of his body and your bring your intertwined hands up to your lips. You blush as you felt Ponyboy’s watchful stare glance to you and your boyfriend’s affectionate position on the stairs of the Curtis porch. You knew it was weird for the boys to see Dallas be affectionate, but you appreciated them not drawing so much attention to it.

You feel Dallas shift behind you and he slowly pulls his hands away from you. You frown at the cold absence of his hands and lean forward to allow him room to readjust himself. But instead of your boyfriends big hands pulling you back into his embrace, you felt the lack of his warmth as his tall frame stood up and towered over you. You look up at him curiously, only to see him pull out a lighter and consume the small space between you two with the smell of a gagging and familiar smell; tobacco. You sigh heavily as he side steps your form and makes his way across the lawn to go sit on the curb. You wave your hand through the air to rid the atmosphere of the thick and lingering smell.

As soon as Dallas was without earshot, the boys turn to you with eyes hungry for new gossip. You roll your eyes and run your hand down your face, annoyed with your boyfriend and annoyed with the questions you knew the boys were gonna have.

“He’s smoking again?”

“I thought he stopped?”

“When did he start on the smokes again, I thought he gave that up?”

“He’s been good for months, what happened?”

You wring your hands anxiously as you shrug. “I don’t know. He’s started doing a lot of things he said he’d quit, lately.” You were indirectly referencing how he had started up drinking again, after he had been clean for months. You shake your head sadly, and lick your lips. You believe in your boyfriend and you know you can help him stop, but sometimes Dallas just doesn’t want help. He was clean, for almost 7 months, and just randomly last week he had came home stone-cold drunk. He had slept the entire next day.

“Are you gon’ talk to him ‘bout it,” Steve asks. You throw your hands up in the air and shake your head.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Do you know how hard it was for him to stop the first time? The first time through  I threatened to leave him, told him I wouldn’t be with no man who smokes and drinks more than he loves his woman. Back then that was enough, but now, it’s like he couldn’t care less if I packed my shit and left,” you rant. You didn’t completely mean that. You know Dallas cares about you, but you also know that Dallas is selfish, and at the end of the day, Dallas will do, what Dallas wants to do. But at the end of your day, you’ll love Dallas, but not a drunk one.

“If I’m honest, completely honest, and I know how y’all girls love honesty for some reason,” Two-Bit jokes. You crack a smile. “I thought that you’d end up with a fella like Darry.”

A couple of the boys hummed their agreements as your eyes widen and you let a small laugh escape your mouth. Two used to joke about that before you and Dallas had gotten together, but never has he ever, said it in front of Darry or when your boyfriend was less that 20 feet away. You look up to see Darry’s usually composed face, engulfed in a very crimson blush. You look away before meeting his eyes and quickly try to extinguish that statement. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Darry, he was quite handsome, and once upon a time you did have a crush on him, but that was in the past and you were very happy with Dallas even if you did have your problems.

“That’s what I always thought, y’know ‘cause she’s so motherly and naggy,” Steve adds, winking at you.

“Right! She just acts like the mom around here, and we all know Darry’s Mr. Dad ‘round here, it’d just make more sense,” Soda even contributes.

“You guys would be a cute couple,” Tim says. You furrow your eyebrows, when did Tim get here?

 You open your mouth to debunk all the talk about an opposing relationship, however, before you could put all the comments to rest, you heard a voice clear itself, and your heart skipped.

“Yeah, I agree, they would be really damn cute together. In fact why don’t I just make it easier on you doll.”

You shoot up to your feet, stumbling down the few steps of the porch. Steve catches you by your waist as you trip and you flash him a quick smile. You stand up properly only to catch Dallas reeve the engine to his car and take off down the road. You groan and run your hand through your hair. The boys are silent as you stand there for a couple seconds, soaking in what just happened.

“We can take my truck and try and find him,” Darry says, breaking the silence. You let out a sharp, amused laugh.

“I, uh, actually don’t think that’s a good idea,” you counter. You knew you were being harsh, but harsh can be fixed. An out of control Dallas high on emotions, couldn’t be. You open your mouth to ask Steve to take you, but he seems to already have the same idea as he reeves his engine to his motorcycle. You cringe and chew on your bottom lip nervously as you slide on a helmet. Two-Bit catches your arm before you sling your leg over the bike.

“Listen, I-I’m sorry,” he mutters. You smile and pat his hand.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Two, he’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” you reassured him. You knew you’d have to come back and show him that you two were okay, or else he’d beat himself up for it, but right now you were worried about Dallas. You sling your leg over the bike and hold fast to Steve’s waist.

“Also,” Two-Bit says, ”Johnny says Dallas should be home, but if he’s not then he’s in town.”

Johnny comes up beside Two-Bit, his eyes certain, “He’s not expecting you to come after him,” he says simply. Johnny doesn’t blame you or anyone for Dallas being upset, that’s clear in his face, but you can tell by the urgency in his voice that he incredibly afraid for him.

“He may smoke and drink and say dumb shit, but you keep him solid. You keep him together, witho-” the rest of Johnny’s sentence is cut off by Steve roaring his engine impatiently. Johnny gets the hint and nods once before walking back to the group.

“Hang on, “ you hear Steve yell. His voice is muffled by the helmet, but he doesn’t have to tell you twice. You clench your eyes shut and wrap your arms as tightly as you can around him. You’re so caught up in trying not to fall off the damn bike that you don’t realize that you two have pulled into Dallas’ driveway.

You stumble off the bike and brace yourself against Steve’s shoulder as you steady yourself.Once you regain your balance you go flying up the porch stairs. The house is small and and poorly taken care of, so even though the door is locked, with a few jiggles of the doorknob it opens with ease. You walk through the door frame and scan the living room. You frown at his absence and continue through the house. You had been to Dallas’s house many many many times, you even had clothes and pictures of you two scattered throughout the house.

You skipped the rest of the rooms and bound up the stairs to his room, only to find it empty. You were about to turn and leave before remembering a crucial part to the house; the backyard. It was the only part of the house that Dallas essentially cared about. You and Dallas deemed it your guys’ “place” after spending countless nights out there. You make your way down the stairs and pull open the glass back door.

The sun is setting as you walk out onto the patio. Dallas is sitting on the swinging bench that you two had installed together almost a year ago. He’s bent over his knees with his palms in his eyes and fingers tangled in his hair. You feel a knot catch in your throat when you heard him sniffle. You hated seeing him cry, and you knew he wouldn’t come undone at something so small.

You slowly walk towards him and kneel on the ground in front of him. You slowly pull his hands away from his head and take his hands in yours. His palms are wet with tears and his bottom lip is swollen and red from where he was biting on it, a habit you realized months ago that he only did when he was nervous. He lets you take his chin in your hand and lift his head. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair is falling into his face. You bring his hands up to your lips and you kiss his red knuckles.

“Baby-” you start.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Don’t tell me he just dropped you off and left,” he mutters.

“Dallas Winston look at me,” you say sternly. He looks up at you from under his eyelashes and it takes a minute for you to reboot yourself. You hated when he did that, his eyes were so beautiful and brown, it struck you dumb every time.

“I do not, and never have wished to be with Darry instead of you,” you state. He rolls his eyes and tries to pull his jaw out of your grip.

“Dallas. Baby please,” you beg, tears pricking your eyes. Dallas turns back to your, his eyes searching your face. You never begged, and the desperation in your voice struck his heart. He never wanted to hear that tone in your voice again.

“I love you, and only you. I have never ever been happier with someone like I am every second that I’m with you. Even on the days that we fight, or the days where I wonder if we’ll make it, those days are better in every way, that a perfect day with Darry. Dallas, we are different, there is no denying that, but I swear on everything that I have ever loved, you are the man I want to be with.”

A new wave of tears hits Dallas and he turns his face from your hands and lets his hair fall into his eyes. You clutch his hand tighter, and try to catch his eye.

“It’s not that I don’ think tha’ you love me,” he mutters. You furrow your eyebrows, you open your mouth to ask him to elaborate but he continues anyway. He clears his throat.

“I jus’ don’ see…why? Why are you with me? Why aren’ you with a guy like Darry? What can I offa’ you that he can’t,” he asks, licking his bottom lip. You could tell this had been bothering him for a while, but you were confused at why this was just now coming up.

“Dallas Winston do you love me?”

It’s his turn to furrow his eyebrows out of confusion.

“Well yeah, what kinda question’s that,” his tone is slightly offended, and if this had been different circumstances, you would’ve laughed.

“Then you’ve just answered all your questions. Why am I with you? Because I love you and you love me, and as long as that continues to stay true, that will never change. Why am I not with Darry? If I wanted safe and certain, then that’s who’d I be with. But that’s not what I want, and he’s not the man I fell in love with. He’s not the one who can put up with me, on my worst and best days. He’s not the one who has loved me in the, you can’t possibly-,” you start to choke up, and have to take a few deep breaths before you can continue.

“Dallas you have loved me more passionately and unconditionally than I have ever hoped. You have are the thrill of my life that I have been waiting for. I don’t want safe, I want you. I want your recklessness, your impulsiveness, your anger, and your flaws. I want you, with all the good and bad that comes with it. And I’ll be damned before Darrel Curtis replaces you in my life,” you rant. He cracks a smile at the end. You smile and place your forehead against his.

“Well doll, I never knew you were so nuts for me,” he jokes. You chuckle and let your eyes flutter closed, happy to have your Dallas back.

“But y’know he really does have a thing for ya,” he adds after a few moments of blissful silence.

“Who? Darry,” you ask, peeling your eyes open to look at him. He hums he’s confirmation and you roll your eyes.

“You also had a thing for Cherry Valance, but how’d that work out,” you reply snarkily. He pulls his head back and rolls his neck.

“Let it go,” he yells, exasperated. You giggle and stand up and slide onto the bench next to him. You lay your head against his shoulder and sigh contently as he intertwined your fingers together and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Hanging out with Zoya and irritating your brothers friends

Request: Yes or No

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Spotted: The lone wolf seems to have taken a liking to our little lamb. Or will our little lamb fall for a trap set by a wolf in sheep's clothing? Careful, Z. You're dancing with the enemy.

You scoffed at the caption, rolling your eyes. You didn't expect to have to deal with Gossip Girls bullshit. You walked to the car waiting for you and your brother, feeling an arm swing around your shoulders.

"Hanging with the enemy, huh? I'd never thought you'd be so bold." Max said playfully, grinning widely. "I'm impressed."

"She's a kid, Max. I hope the person behind this is another kid or else this reached a new level of fucked up." You mumbled, staring at your phone. You shook your head, sighing.

"I can already hear Monet and Luna.. Oh, this is gonna be amazing." Max let out a giggle.

"It's not like I care. My account is set to private for a reason and I have all your friends blocked apart from Aki." You shrugged, sliding your phone in your pocket as you got in the car.

"And Audrey?" Max asked, sitting beside you and closing the door. The driver began to drive to your school.

"Why wouldn't I have her blocked?" You furrowed your brows, looking at your brother. Max bit his bottom lip, scooting closer to you.

"I overheard little miss perfect and Jules talking the other day and it was about you. Being the amazing brother that I am, I stuck around to hear what they had to say. Seems like Audrey might have a little crush on you." Max revealed with glee, though he was obviously interested in the drama aspect of it.

"Audrey Hope? Miss Ice Queen and beloved girlfriend of sweet little Akeno?" You raised your brows, letting out a small laugh.

"I call bullshit, Maxi."

"It's not bullshit, (N/N). Next time, I'll get her on a recording and show it to you." Max leaned back, turning to look out the window. The car came to a stop and you got out of the car, feeling everyone's eyes turn to you.

"Nice to know no one in this school has a life of their own." You called, glaring at anyone you made eye contact with.

"Ignore them, (N/N). They'll move onto the next rumor when GG comes out with a new post." Max shrugged, patting your back and heading up the stairs. You sighed, going up the stairs as well.

"(Y/N)!" You turned your head, looking at Zoya. She quickly went up the steps, giving you an apologetic look. Students nearby immediately started murmuring.

"I saw the post and I'm so sorry if it caused any trouble between you and Max." Zoya blurted out, frowning as she stood infront of you.

"It's not your fault." You chuckled, continuing up the stairs. Zoya followed, clearing her throat. You turned to face her once you got to the top of the stairs, giving her a small smile.

"Listen, you shouldn't let others opinions get the best of you, Zo. Especially not a bunch of immature people who only care about themselves. The best revenge is being successful and happy." You told her, watching her nod. Zoya gave a sweet smile, stepping forward and giving you a hug. You blinked, gently patting her shoulder.

"Thank you." She whispered, stepping back. Zoya gave a small wave as she walked by, heading inside. You turned your head, seeing the group. Luna and Monet stared daggers at you while your brother chuckled at their reactions. Julien seemed a bit hurt but she gave a smile when she noticed you looking.

"Oh, great." You breathed out, watching Audrey stand and approach you.

"I don't wanna hear it."

"And I don't care about what you want."

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