You were never the type to wear makeup that much
But you were starting to have a feeling lately that you need to.
You did your makeup but you didn’t feel like it did anything.
You cried and cried, your mascara running down your cheeks
You felt a tap on your window, snapping you out of your pity party.
You open your window to see your best friend Dallas
“Woah! What’s wrong with you?” He said, referring to the messy makeup that you ruined while crying as he crawled into your room
That made you cry even more
“Y/n?…” he said, sitting next to you on your bed as your sobbed into your pillow
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, moving your hair out of your face.
You sniffled
“Dallas. Am I pretty? Be honest.” You said, holding back tears, waiting for them to fall
He looked at you with the most confused expression you have ever seen him with.
“Where is all of this coming from? You have never cared about this before.” He said, scooting closer to you
“Dally. Just answer my question.” You said, on the verge of heartbreak.
He looked over onto your dresser, grabbing your makeup wipes, gently wiping away the makeup.
He looked at your lips, then bringing himself out of his trance before continuing to wipe away your makeup on your lips.
He put the wipes in the garbage can and scooter next to you, putting the blanket over you.
“Y/n..I know this wasn’t what you were expecting me to say..but..”
This scared you. Was he telling you that you were ugly? Was he saying he didn’t want to be your friend anymore? You can’t lose him. He’s your best friend.
“Y/n, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, sweetest person I have ever laid my eyes upon. And I don’t ever want you to think that you aren’t worth anything. Because you are worth all of my time.”
He paused, taking a breath, looking like he’s been bottling this up.
“You make me really happy and- y/n don’t you know that you give me butterflies when you’re around? You have the most beautiful eyes and smile that I have ever seen. So don’t..do this ever again.. you know..putting yourself down..”
You questioned what he meant. Maybe you were thinking of this in a different way.
“What are you getting at, Winston.”
“I’m telling you that I’m in love with you? Duh.” He said, with a ‘as a matter of fact’ tone.
You looked at him with the most shocked expression before jumping into his arms, hugging him.
“I love you too Dallas”
“I know, doll.” He said, trying not to show his smile.
Hey was just wondering if you could write me a sodapop imagine where they both have crushes on eachother but won’t admit it. Ik it’s kinda vague but you’re really talented so I’m sure you could fill in the blanks. ✌️🥰
That’s so sweet of you. I wrote it for you but I posted it and IT STARTED ME OVER 😭 IT DELETED EVERYTHING I’m terribly sorry 😭
I love you so much I hope I can make it up to you 😭 omg
I'm so sorry if this sounds terrible. but I feel extremely proud that my work made someone cry LMFAO
**✿❀ ❀✿*I can't handle change**✿❀ ❀✿ In the back of my mind, you died.**✿❀ ❀✿**Dallas Winston @dljcem (I love you)
Info: Slight xFem! Reader, Angst (sorry loves), Johnny died but Dally didn't (I love Johnny, don't come for me. I love them all. <3) (Also i've made angst before but never like this so I wanna know if I should continue making these?)
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・..・゜゜・ ・゜゜・.
Dallas Winston can't handle change.
And it wasn't a secret to anyone when you just walked into his life in a blink of his cold eyes.
Those once cold eyes softened by your touch, or the sound of your voice.
When Johnny died, you were by his side, watching him break into peices as he watched his best friend flatline.
And in that moment he felt cold. Any warmth he felt an hour ago was gone without a trace.
Dally Winston can't handle change.
Johnny Cade will live in the back of his mind forever. Even if he was gone, he liked to think he was still there.
Maybe if he showed him the right way, he would still be here.
He wanted to run away and change his name. There was nothing for him in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Almost like the place he once called home as he walked the streets with his best friends was just a figment of his imagination.
Oh how he hated Tulsa, Oklahoma.
He hated it almost as much as he hated New York.
Johnny was like your little brother.
He was a distraction so you didn't have to see the bad in the world.
No amount of Two- Bit's jokes were gonna wash away the dried mascara from your cheeks.
Smoking cigarettes aren't the same anymore. They only remind you of Johnny.
But you still smoke only when you watch sunsets with Ponyboy.
You knew he tried. Johnny tried so hard to be just like Dallas Winston.
But thank God he didn't.
Because Dal Winston can't handle change.
But then again, can anyone handle change?
The answer to that question we will never know.
But everyone will know what happened that night in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
The burning tragedy of the innocent boy who ran into a church to save little kids.
The endless story of Tulsa, Oklahoma will be the talk of the town.
And Dallas Winston will walk the road, letting their words go in one ear and out the other.
Because they don't know his side of the story.
Mr tough guy can't handle change.
"Oh that is so pathetic" Yes, indeed it is.
But he watched it happen.
And it burned in the back of his mind, over and over until he started screaming in his sleep.
He wished it was him.
Dallas wished it was him that was laying in a hospital bed, hanging on by a thread as the lord of heaven comforted him as he laid at his feet.
Not Johnny.
Please not him.
He has a chance, a life ahead of him.
No. It was only in the back of his mind.
If Dallas Winston can handle the cruel world around him, why can't he handle change?
Drunk words are sober thoughts.
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It was another night a Buck's, you were currently taking care of your very drunk friend, Dallas.
"Y/n, I don't n-need no water, I'm fine." He complained drunkly as he tried to push the bottle of water away from his mouth.
"Please?" You pleaded, looking into his eyes. That look. All you had to do was give him that look.
"Fine." He groaned, snatching the water before chugging it, realizing how thirsty he was.
While he was doing that, you settled his blankets and sheets, organizing them so he was comfy when you put him to bed.
You took the water when he was finished, setting it on his nightstand, then grabbing his hand and walking him to the bed trying your best to aviod him bumping into stuff.
"You wanna sleep with your jeans on or off?" you asked, concerned for his comfort.
"Off, duh. W-whoever sleeps with jeans on is a bitch." He sassed, trying to undo his belt and buttons.
"I agree." You laughed, folding his sheets back, looking away and giving him privacy.
You realized he was done and grabbed him hand again, him stumbling slightly making him giggle.
"You are so silly, Dally." You laughed at him as he stumbled into his bed.
"I know." He smiled smugly, covering himself with his blankets and sheets.
"Alright, my duty is done. I'll see ya tomorrow, Dal." You said, waving as you headed for the door.
"Wait!" He said, making you stop in your tracks.
"You're not staying? Please stay, I want you here." He pleaded with a pout.
"I'm not sleeping with my jeans on, Dally. And I'm not sleeping in my underwear." You huffed.
He pointed to his dresser.
You rolled your eyes playfully before opening the drawer and pulling out a shirt and boxer shorts.
You headed to the bathroom to put them on, leaving Dally.
You came back a few minutes later to see Dallas trying to work the remote on the TV.
You almost let out a laugh as you saw his drunken face as he concentrated.
"Need some help?" You asked, walking towards him and taking the remote and turning on the TV, showing a selection of movies.
Dallas just stared in awe.
"What?" You asked, handing him the remote and letting him pick what he wanted to watch.
"Y-you look pretty, y/n" He slurred as he picked a movie.
You blushed slightly, a light pink dusting over your cheeks.
"Thanks dal." You said as you laid down next to him not too close, give him space.
You pulled the blanket over you, thinking about how this is not how you expected to spend your night. You didn't mind though.
Your thoughts were cut off when you heard rustling and suddenly felt a warm feeling around you.
You looked to see Dal's arm draped around you and his leg thrown over yours.
It was a nice feeling.
"I love you, y/n." He stated, obviously getting tired and he was falling asleep.
You weren't gonna lie to him, knowing that he won't remember anyway. So, why not shoot your shot?
"I love you too, Dallas."You replied, kissing his cheeks, making him turn a gentle pink.
He smiled, getting closer.
"Promise?"
You laughed a little.
"I pinky promise," You said, holding him as he soon fell asleep.
Any requests for Matt Dillon characters? (Also I will not be doing Matt Dillon but I am doing Matt Dillon CHARACTERS)
Also if I gotta say one more time to ASK BEFORE REBLOGGING MY POSTS. I hate that sm.
Only people that FULLY have my permission is @the-greasers-angel, @dljcem and @heyitstial
Thank you <3
You my mamas 😍 can’t nobody have that big booty GYATTb #bigbootytwins 😍
OMG BABE I GOT YOUUUU!!!
I think this one is cute I made it up of the spot for you🤭
I was thinking like matt dillon x reader we’re the reader are on the cast of the outsiders and during the filming of the movie bts they were flirty and stuff and kinda like touching each other (non sexual ofc😟) and towards the end of the movie he asks her out and that go out on a date and like some time later there in interviews they talk abt each other and it’s all cute and shit
Idk if you don’t like it ignore it if you do then cool!
-Tia🤍
OMG THIS IS JUST OML! I MADE MY SIS READ THIS REQUEST AND I WAS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AS SHE DID!
ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL!
You were more than thrilled when you found out you got the role for "The Outsiders"
You have been waiting for them to call you and you were so nervous.
You sat in your dressing room, as the staff did your makeup and hair.
Once they were finished, you went outside to meet everyone.
Tommy (Ponyboy) was so sweet to you and he made you feel very welcome.
When you met Matt. God, your heart just almost stopped. Same for him.
You talked to each other the most.
You did the first scene and you walked with pony , Johnny and Dallas.
Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of you. They had to do many retakes becaause he was so distracted.
"Jesus, Matt. Gotta crush on the lady? Get it together" Ralph said, nudging his shoulder.
He blushed harshly.
"N-no. I don't, hush and mind your own role" He said playfully
y'all did a few scenes at the drive in and he threw his arm over your shoulder as y'all sat in y'all's seats. (def was not scripted)
The last scene took many takes but you definitely got it down.
You cried as johnny's heart rate went flat, hugging Ponyboy and Dallas ran off.
"Dally!" You screamed as he ran out the hospital.
You looked at pony then at Johnny, making you cry more.
The scene cut and you wiped your "Tears" before Matt came back into the room.
"You did so good Y/n" He complimented, rubbing your shoulder gently.
"I honestly thought you were really sad." Tommy said.
You all laughed and filmed the last scene.
When it was over, Matt walked up to.
"Hey y/n. Do you think I could talk to you in private?" He asked, smiling nervously.
"Sure tthing, sweets." You smiled, taking him somewhere private.
"Whats up?" You asked, sorta scared.
"Well, um I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. I uh really like you." He said, trying his best to hide his blush. He was scared he might have ruined a very special friendship.
You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek, before nodding and walking off.
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A month later, Matt was in an interview. The rest of the cast was backstage, watching him, waiting for their turn.
"So the fans wanna know if there is something going on between you two. They have suspected you looking at Y/n like you were in love, that true?" The interview host asked, the crowd going silent waiting for Matt to respond.
"Um" He chuckled, a pink tint on his cheeks as the crowd laughed.
You were as red as a stop sign as the rest of the cast teased you.
"Yeah actually, um. I asked her out when we were done with the movie and she said yes and here we are." He said as the audience went "aw" and some laughed as he tried to play it cool.
"What made you like her?" A fan screamed.
"Yes that's a good question what made you like her?" The host asked Matt.
He blushed some more and went on to tell everyone.
"Well you know, she was there for everyone and she was just very sweet and very very pretty and I don't know, it just made me feel somethin I guess." He said as the audience screamed at how cute his response was.
"Why don't we get Y/n out here, hm?" He said, calling someone to bring you to the stage
Matt hid his face in his jacket, intensely embarrassed.
You walked onto the stage and sat right next to him, wrapping your arm around him smiling brightly.
The audience squealed and hollered.
Matt smiled to himself.
"That's so cute you guys. Y/n, what made you fall in love with Matt?" The host said, asking you the same question as Matt.
"Well he was very kind and he just has the most amazing smile and he is really handsome and he just makes me really happy and I wouldn't pick anybody over my sunshine." You said, fixing his hair gently, moving it out of his face as he smiled and blushed.
The crowd screamed as the host ended the show off on a great note.
(I'm so sorry if it's bad, I wanted to improve it but I didn't want to do too much and make it worse, I hope you like it, I was really excited to write this. Thank you for the opportunity bae <3)
💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
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AW I LOVE YOU TOO THABK YOU SO MUCH BOO <3
Requested: Yes | No @heyitstial
Let's get one thing straight. Dallas does not give a damn what your skin color is.
If you have everything he wants in a woman, go right ahead and rizz him up.
I swear, doll. He LOVES watching you do your hair. And if you teach him he might be a lot little nervous.
"No Dal, you're not doin it right. You have to twist it the other way."
"Okay, I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
And it's honestly really funny if you really pay attention to his confused face while he tries to braid your hair, which he doesn't even know how to do.
Also since the time setting was in the 60's/80's, people using the "N" slur was definitely a huge thing back then. But LOOK.
I believe this with my whole heart that Dallas (along with the gang) HATES that word in general. Even though he's pretty mean and is well known for not giving a damn. That is one of the things that piss him off the most.
He doesn't like that word being used towards ANYONE. Especially since he comes from a place where people are really mean to each other and has often seen shit go down when he was younger.
So when people start being mean and talking about your skin color.
"What did you just say?" He said, standing up from his spot at the diner.
"Dal just leave it alone, it's fin-"
Before you could even finish your sentence, best believe that Dallas was already on his feet and throwing punches.
He definitely gives you kisses and cuddles when you get home because he feels bad.
But he means well, he just doesn't like seeing people he cares about being put down for something they can't help.
Anyway, he thinks you are BEAUTIFUL and he loves you SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO much. <3
ONLY FOR YOU LOVE <3
HEYYYYYY I’m back lol could I get a
Dallas Winston x GYM RAT reader hcs?
Yes baeeee
Let's start off with pullups.
When he spots you, expect his hands to be RIGHT under your ass cheeks.
And honestly he spots you just so he can hold your ass.
And he LOVES watching you lift weights- leaves the gym with his pants literally squeezing tf out of him.
He brings you snacks and water every time you forget something to eat.
It's so sweet.
And you don't skip leg day.
So when he watches you on leg day- lord HELP HIM.
"Dallas come spot me" You said, going to the pull up bar.
"I can spot you in the bedroom tonight" He says, smacking your ass before spotting you.
Yeah. That's our man right there.
There was one time where you almost broke your ankle on the treadmill.
He has never jumped up so fast in his life.
"You alright doll?" He asks, kissing your forehead.
Loves your figure. He loves running his hands along your waist.
Even in serious situations.
Like when your talking to the owner of the gym about upgrading the pull-up bars? His hands can NOT be kept to himself as you try to push them off.
When you let him pick your workout outfits, he is over the moon.
Gets hella jealous when other gym rats try firting with you RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
You literally started crying because you thought you two were gonna get kicked out because some guy couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"Did you just touch her, man?"
But the owner loves you so she would NEVER kick you out.
Dally felt so bad for all the damage, so he stayed after closing time to clean the whole gym.
The owner was so thankful and gave him and you a free membership, especially since you were a regular at her business.
Tries to kiss you literally anytime you are doing ANYTHING.
Like..situps? Every time you sit up best believe you getting a kiss. It's so cute honestly.
Broooo....Squats? Don't even get him started.
He be having impulsive thoughts to pull you to the bathroom for "alone time"
Lowkey jumps everytime someone drops weights on the ground (Its so loud)
When you can lift more leg weights than him? Gives you the most shocked, disrespectful, astonished glare ever.
But he thinks it's hot anyway.
He brags to anyone and everyone he sees about you.
Thinks you look so pretty and he be forgetting that he's spotting you and accidently let's go everytime he sees yoru pretty face and your nice figure.
He tells you he's proud of you EVERYDAY.
Why do you wear that stupid man suit? She/her
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