hey bb!!! i just wanted to make sure that you're fine since i saw your last activity was about 2-3 weeks ago i guess.. so wya?? LMAO forget it but i hope you're doing well, have a lovely dayy! ily!!! <3
anyway im also waiting for more of your fics sm lmaoo #im a fan
stop i’ll cry u angel i love you !! <33 appreciate u checking in. how r u my love?
literally having to do 14 hour shifts at work every day atm and i just come straight home and sleep after 💀💀 should hopefully be going back to normal work schedule in a week !!
have a few things in my drafts i’m hoping to get done soon <33
cigarette smoke, mint chewing gum, old beer, aftershave he definitely stole, buck’s (y’know how places have distinct smells or is that just me? like, he’s gonna smell of buck’s)
Y’all what would Dallas Winston smell like? Like honestly..
anon that asked for nerdy!male!reader x dallas winston.. i loved it so much. i agree dallas would SO be a jess mariano type character where he acts dumb looks dumb etc etc and never attends school yet is sooo smart and passes all his classes w all As ykwim
like he totally reads when he’s just laying around in bed but he’ll never tell a soul because he has a rep to maintain.
i think he’s a very intelligent person but he never did too well in school because he didn’t like how it was structured — the fact it was compulsory annoyed him because he hates doing what he’s told.
dally: books are pony’s thing man — like soda’s the pretty one, two’s the funny one, i’m the cool one — if i take books away from him what’ll he have going for him?
hey baby!! (platonic - LMK if you're not comfortable with that) do you do writing requests?? if so.. looking for a dallas winston x male!nerdy!reader ;) wtv you're up to doing i'm up to reading!!
baby is fine, lovie! i love the idea of dally with a nerd and i love you for sending this in. so cute!!! reader is deffo giving spencer reid energy and i’m here for it! i’m a firm believer that dally secretly reads loads in a jess mariano way.
Dally wasn’t sure he’d ever heard someone talk for so long without stopping (and he’s friends with Sodapop Curtis so that’s saying something). He had absolutely no idea why he was bothering to even listen — he didn’t give a shit about some dumb a book written by some sad woman about a jar of all things. But as the you sat across from him on a bar stool at Buck’s, he found himself nodding along, throwing in the occasional, ‘yeah’ and ‘oh, really?’.
“It raises some really eye opening issues surrounding female liberation, don’t you think?”
As interested in the conversation as Dally came across, he was, in reality, far too occupied stealing subtle glances at the soft strands of hair which fell into the your eyes and your plump lips which he just then realised had stopped moving. His eyes met yours — beautiful, soft and looking at him questioningly.
“What?”
“Don’t worry,” you chuckled taking a sip from your drink. “I’ve been talking your ear off. I know you ain’t the most chatty guy in Tulsa. Sorry.”
Dally protested and wondered why he was trying to save your feelings from being hurt. “No, no, I just got distracted for a second. What did you say?”
“It’s fine you don’t have to—”
“Shut up,” Dally spoke firmly. “I wanna hear it. I don’t mind. Y’know, your presence don’t make me wanna blow my brains out which I have to admit is surprising.”
You smiled at Dally, head tilting as you gave him a once over. There was more to the boy than what people thought. Maybe he did care beneath the mean smirk and leather.
“I was saying how the portrayal of Esther makes you think about female liberation.”
Dally stared at you, mouth opening and closing for a moment before he started chuckling, shaking his head almost fondly. “Jesus Christ, you’re such a nerd.”
"You got a light?" You asked, glancing to your friend who was sat to your left at the drive-in.
“You know I don’t smoke,” your friend scrunched their nose at the thought. “Filthy habit.”
As you went to jump to your own defence, two arms reached around, circling you, one holding a lit match as the other shielded it from the night breeze. "Go for it, sweetheart," a rough, New Yorker's voice spoke into your ear.
You masked your momentary shock as you leant forward slightly, hand finding the cuff of his leather sleeve as you lit the cancer stick.
"Thanks," you turned to face him with a coy smile, voice dropping to one your friend recognised all too well as you turned back to the screen.
"Cute broad," the greaser spoke to his friends, not bothering to lower his voice. "Are you a real?" he leant forward to speak lowly in your ear.
You turned your head towards him, faces inches apart. "Honey, if you're dreaming of a broad like me you gotta raise your standards," you joked, taking a drag from your cigarette.
He smirked, eyes scanning you intently. "I've seen you down at the rodeos. You bronc ride,” he stated, leaning back in his seat, nodding at you impressed. “You're good.”
You turned to study him, scanning his face to try and figure out if you remembered him, smiling when it hit you. "You ride bulls don't you," you smiled, pointing at him. "I saw you in—"
"—El Paso," you finished at the same time, both grinning.
"Second place wasn't it?" You raised an eyebrow at him in question, pulling the cigarette to her lips as he nodded in response.
"Man, the guy who beat me was…something else."
Your face broke into a small grin. "He’s the best ain’t he! Ain’t no one better than him.”
“You his biggest fan or something?” He asked, lighting his own cancer stick, ignoring the slight pang of irritation that bubbled in his stomach as you smiled over his conqueror.
Dally: You really don't know what fun is until you've witnessed Two-Bit blitzed outta his mind at the bus stop when we’re tryna catch the Grey Hound to Oklahoma City, screaming in a bad Scottish accent "I fucking hate hedgehogs, come at me ya jabby wee cunt" while angrily circling a hairbrush that's been dropped on the ground.
( any of matt dillon’s characters, the outsiders, grease, the breakfast club, criminal minds ) i totally forgot loads so just ask if i write for them or not bbys
It was peaceful when Dallas stepped over the threshold of the Curtis residence — surprising giving its usual occupants. Two-Bit, Sodapop and Ponyboy were spread out in the living room watching a movie; all staring wide eyed, too caught up in the action (or the half naked woman) to notice him walking through the door. Looking up he saw you and a disgruntled Steve at the table playing cards.
"How d'ya always win?" Steve exclaimed, throwing his cards down as the you smirked and took a swig from your beer.
"Because I'm the best at everything in the world," you sang causing Johnny to laugh from his seat beside you.
You rested a cigarette between your lips, striking a match as Steve fumbled over his next words.
"I'm better at fixing cars than you are!"
"Have you ever seen her fix a car?" Dallas finally spoke up from his spot against the door frame, causing you both to look towards him.
"No."
"Then how d'ya know she ain’t better?" He smirked, walking over and stealing your cigarette as Steve grumbled.
Dallas turned to find you already staring at him. Your gaze lingering on his bruised eye and bloody lip.
"The fuck happened to ya, kid?" You asked, reaching out for the cigarette.
"Got into a fight with Shepard," he replied, eyes squinting slightly at the cut on your cheekbone that had been taped up. "What happened to you?"
"Some broad down at the DX was laying into Evie. ‘Debbie’ something," you shrugged, taking a drag from the cancer stick before passing it back to him.
"Blonde Debbie with the sticky-outie teeth? I saw her when I was walking down here. Her nose has a massive bandage on it and her face is all swollen," he laughed, patting you on the back. "Good going, sweetheart. I hate her."
You smiled slightly, shaking your head with a chuckle. "C'mon, Dally. I'll patch you up."
You walked over to the bathroom, knocking before swinging the door open. The shower was running and the familiar deep voice of Darry came booming out.
"I'm in here!"
"Sorry, it's me," you called back, rummaging through the drawers. "Dal got into it with Tim I'm just sorting him out!"
"Alright," Darry sighed.
You pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a clean rag before instructing the brunette to sit on the toilet seat. Tipping some out, you tilted Dallas' head back and pressed the rag to his lip. He released a small hiss, wincing slightly at the sting.
"So, what did you do this time?" You smirked, dabbing his lip before throwing the rag aside.
"I didn't do anything."
You raised an eyebrow at him, not buying his lie as you cut the tape up into thin strips. "Tim doesn't start on one of us unless we've done something."
You fell into easy silence, as the sound of water from the shower continued running. You grabbed the medical glue, dropping some on Dally's lip before placing the tape on top delicately.
"You were such a brave boy," you teased him, talking like a mother would to her kid after he’s just been to the doctors. "You want a sticker?"
Dally stood up, and pushed you backwards by her face, gently. “Wiseass.”
He inspected his lip in the mirror before nodding, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Thanks, sweetheart."
"Practically a live-in nurse aren't I," you called to Darry, hearing him chuckle from behind the shower curtain.
• I think he actually appreciates it when you’re soft with him
• He hasn’t had much of that before so he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to respond
• All he knows is that he likes it
• He needs to be reminded that he’s not just a criminal or a JD
• This boy literally risked his life for Pony and Johnny. He does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it
• His way of trying to show it:
• “Hey, I stole a pack of those cigarettes you liked”
• “Hey, remember that awful magazine you read? They had a few down at the police station so I grabbed one for you”
• “Dal, why were you at the—”
• “Shut up and read the damn thing or I’ll give it back to Officer Daniels”
• That’s how it would go. Change my mind
• He was probably down the police station for stealing the cigarettes let’s be real
• Strongly believe he would never cheat on you
• Sylvia cheated on him a few times and he knows how that feels so I genuinely don’t think he would
• I just feel like he cares so deeply for certain people but he was never exposed to those emotions growing up so he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with them