#dally winston hcs

[socgf]

one thing about matt dillon is he's gonna have that boombox CLUTCHED by his side

[stringzzzzzz]

i'm in a power outage rn so i'm gonna write a fic abt how the gang + danny get a tornado warning and lose power (and see a tornado!!) and all of them hide at bucks house :3

dally HATES when the power goes out. it's one of the only time he visibly shows fear and tears 3:

[dearsnow]

Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

//

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

//

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

//

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

//

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

[twobitsblade]

DALLAS WINSTON X MOUTHY!READER

✮ you and dallas met at the drive-in when he started harassing you (picture the scene with him and cherry, duh). when you retaliated, he was completely taken aback and then proceeded to chase you around until you agreed to a date.

✮ when he was teasing you, making fun of you in his own weird way of flirting, and you didn’t take his shit but gave it right back to him, he was gagged.

✮ he literally went straight to the gang and told them what happened, saying, “this broad is so cheeky, man, oh my god!”

✮ for example, one time you and him went to the dingo with your friends, and he watched as you and them jumped from the most insane topics ever. he was so concerned, just sitting there like, “what in the world is going on?”

✮ “i went to bend __ over a countertop,” “so fucking real, oh my god,” “i know, it’s big,” and he wants to run away and hide like a little girl.

✮ when you two are in public and he starts squaring up his shoulders, putting on that cocky grin, and acting all cool, and you say something like, “woah, mr. tough guy over here, check it out,” it always embarrasses the poor boy.

✮ he won’t admit it, but when you two first got into an argument and you started screaming and cursing at him because he raised his voice, he sort of peed his pants a little bit.

[lqveharrington]

Mom & Dad | D.C.

summary: you and darry have been together for as long as soda and pony remember that to them—and the gang—you’ve been married the entire time. in fact, they all see you and darry as the parents.

pairing: darrel “darry” curtis x fem!reader

includes: cursing, fluff, angst if you squint, dally is a menace, two-bit is obsessed with mickey mouse (obvi), the usual in an outsiders fanfic

a/n: i love darry curtis, he’s my favorite 🫠

You woke up to the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, tired eyes squinting at the sudden brightness evading your vision. The bedroom was completely still—except for the slow spins of the fan above—and yet you knew the second you stepped out, chaos would fill the house.

Darry stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist and head tucking into your neck. “You awake?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly at his morning voice. “Mhm, though it seems like you’re barely awake.”

He simply hummed in response and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing tired kisses to your neck and jaw. You scratch his scalp and let the calm from the morning wash over the both of you before you had to get up and run the household like you were running a tight ship.

“You ready to get up yet?” You ask softly, pausing your movements when you don’t get a response. “Darry?”

“Yeah,” He groaned and sat up, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m up.”

You giggle and wipe away the tiredness from his eyes, earning a quick kiss to the lips before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched properly. You follow suit and sit beside him, tilting your head to meet his blue-green eyes.

“You tired already, old man?”

Darry playfully glared at you, “You’re the one who wanted to stay up all night.”

“And you agreed.” You point out and move to stand, laughing when he pulled you to stand in between his legs, his chin resting on your abdomen. You rest a manicured hand on his jaw, thumb gently rubbing his incoming stubble. “We’re only twenty, Dar. We’re still young.”

“I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss on your palm. “You remind me every day.”

You smile softly and watch him as he stands, resting a warm hand on your waist. He kisses your forehead before pulling out his work clothes for the day, making you spring right into action.

The routine you and Darry had started ever since you practically moved in with the Curtises. While he got ready for work in the morning, you made it your job to get the boys up and ready for their own day—occasionally the rest of the gang when they stayed over. Last night, Johnny stayed over.

You knocked on the boys’ bedroom door before opening it quietly, your heart tugging at the sight of Ponyboy wrapped in Sodapop’s arms. You sat on the end of their bed and gently shake Sodapop awake first, watching his face contort in discomfort.

“You gotta get up now, Pepsi-Cola. I don’t want you late for work again.” You say quietly as he finally sits up, exhaustion covering his face. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands and slowly making his way to the bathroom to shower, work clothes in hand.

You sigh and look back at Ponyboy who was still under the covers. “Hey, Pony. It’s time to get up for school.”

“Five more minutes, mom.” He groaned and tugged the blanket over his head, not realizing what he had said.

For a second, you sat frozen at his words. There were several instances where the boys would call you mom, but they were all fairly conscious and said it as a joke. But as Ponyboy subconsciously called you his mom, your heart only ached at the thought. And you could never replace Mrs. Curtis—everyone knew that.

“Ponyboy, you need to get up.” You pulled the covers away from him, looking down at his tired figure with soft eyes. “Please? You can’t miss another day of school or Darry’s gonna have to come down to the principal’s again.”

After contemplating—although you knew Ponyboy just wanted to lay in bed longer—he begrudgingly got up and shooed you out of the bedroom, muttering a quick acknowledgment in your direction.

You sighed before entering the living room, a sad smile tugging at your lips when you spotted Johnny curled up on the couch. His limbs were hanging off the edge and the blanket barely covered his body, but you knew he would rather sleep here than at the lot or worse, his own home.

“Hey, Johnnycakes.” You kneel beside him and put a hand on his arm, careful to not scare him from the sudden action. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” He mumbled and gave you a sheepish smile before sitting up, straightening his jacket to have something to fiddle with. “Sorry for intrudin’.”

You stand and fold the blanket, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re always welcome, Johnny. Hell, I’d have you move in with us if it weren’t for your folks.”

Johnny burned red and nodded, mumbling an excuse about needing to use the restroom. You opened your mouth to tell him Sodapop was occupying the space, but the sudden stomps of boots that came running inside the house interrupted you, the screen door rattling behind them.

“Two-Bit Mathews and Steve Randle!” You call from the living room as they ran into the kitchen to grab the chocolate cake from the icebox, ignoring Darry’s disappointed look. “What did I say about slamming the door?”

“Sorry, ma!” They hollered in unison, sitting their asses right in front of the television that was tuned into Mickey Mouse for Two-Bit’s sanity.

You rolled your eyes and entered the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as Darry prepared breakfast for the household. You watched him with a smile, eyeing him up and down before meeting his gaze, his eyebrow raised in your direction.

“What? You can’t blame a woman for staring at her boyfriend who looks effortlessly handsome cooking.” You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. “Besides, you chose not to wear a shirt in the morning, Superman.”

“Maybe because I’m comfortable like this.” Darry swapped the finished eggs for bacon, pulling out the grape jelly for Sodapop and hard boiled eggs for Ponyboy. “Or maybe because your reactions are totally worth it.”

“Aw, you love me.” You put a hand on your heart dramatically and smile wider when he pulled you close by the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Hey—“

“I do love you, don’t question it.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your lips, smirking when you gasped at the sudden action.

Darry knew you knew that he hated public displays of affection. So when he initiated it in his own house filled with the boys who you both knew would make fun of the display, you were thoroughly shocked.

“Darrel, man, do you have an ice pack—? Jesus Christ, keep that in the bedroom.” Dally scrubbed his face at the sight of the two you of you and turned away, boots heavy against the floor as he headed back into the living room where he last was.

You pulled away from the kiss, giggling at Darry’s suddenly bright red face. “You know, for a manly guy, you get red real fast, Curtis.”

“Shut up.” He snapped your waistband against your hip and spun you around, nudging you out of the kitchen playfully. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” You huff in amusement and tilt your head back at him, blowing a kiss before changing your gaze toward the boys sitting in the living room, each boy doing their own thing.

Sodapop was lazily laying on the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist, Ponyboy was most likely telling Johnny about his latest book read, Dallas was smoking a cigarette and blowing it in Steve’s face, and Two-Bit—well—he still sat directly in front of the television with the plate of cake in front of him, using his hands to dig into the sweet without care.

You sighed at the sight and grabbed your purse, taking money from your wallet and handing five dollar bills to Johnny and Ponyboy.

“For lunch. If you don’t eat, I will find you and make you eat extra for dinner, yes?” You put your hands on your hips and tap your finger, watching them with a careful eye as they nodded vigorously and tucked the money into their pockets.

Sodapop lolled his head to the side and met your eyes, making you raise your brows at his appearance. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?”

“Thought I could wait until after breakfast.” He mused, running his fingers through his wet hair before shaking his head like a wet dog, earning an annoyed groan from Dallas. “That alright, mom?”

You exhale slowly and rub your temples, choosing to ignore what he called you. “As long as you’re ready before it’s time for you to leave, it’s alright.” You opened your eyes again and stared at the boys as they returned to do their own thing, wishing they would cooperate a little better than they did.

Just as you caught Dallas stubbing his cigarette into the wooden side table instead of the ashtray you specifically bought for him, Darry walked into the living room and put a hand on your back, stabilizing your overworked mind without knowing it. You looked up to your right and gave him a soft smile, earning one back before he spoke to the boys.

“Breakfast is ready.” Darry announced and watched his brothers and the rest of the gang stumble over their own feet to get a piece of real food before anyone else ate it—almost like a stampede of animals in Africa.

“You better be washing your hands first!” You call out to them when you heard plates clash into each other, pursing your lips to hide a grin when their groans and complaints rang through the house.

You waited until you heard rushing water to look up at Darry properly, his hand still warm against your back.

He tilted his head down and smiled, “You ought to be their real mother with the way you scold them.”

“Six boys under one roof? Hmph, sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You rest your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat under your fingertips. “Besides, if I’m gonna be a mother, I’d rather it not be with those group of boys—“

“Steve, that’s not your egg!”

“Well, Dally took my egg!”

“Can y’all shut up?”

“No!”

You and Darry look back at one another, your laughter and his chuckles ringing through the air. You both knew you would rather take care of these boys rather than send them back to their terrible homes—it was part of the Curtis’ open door policy. Besides, you cared for each boy in their own way, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Sodapop as your main priority.

“You think they’ll let us have our own breakfast?” Darry moved his hand to your hip and slowly moved toward the kitchen, the arguing from the boys getting louder with each step.

You peer into the crowded kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of the once clean space. “I think they probably ate all the food already… Maybe.”

“Hey, it’s mom and dad!” Two-Bit pointed the two of you out, the food that was stuffed in his mouth flying out with every word.

The rest of the gang cheered in laughter—each boy expressing their own opinion on your relationship.

Dallas was beyond disgusted by the two of you, but still agreed that you were both like the parents of the gang; Two-Bit loved calling the two of you ‘mom and dad,’ finding joy in the simple things; Steve didn’t care too much, only adding to the joke whenever he felt like it; Johnny thought the two of you were a better set of parents then his were; and Ponyboy and Sodapop?

They loved your relationship the second the two of you made it official all those years ago, not minding too much that you and Darry were essentially their second set of parents. They wouldn’t trade the two of you for the world, even if you were both sometimes a little hard on them.

“Yeah yeah, mom and dad are here.” Darry pushed through the boys and stole his plate from the counter, emerging victorious with a cup of orange juice for you.

“Thanks.” You kiss his cheek before returning your eyes to the scene in front of you, resting your head on his shoulder. “We sure know how to make a house full, don’t we?”

“Well, according to them, we are mom and dad.” He splits half his breakfast sandwich with you. “I think it’s part of the job.”

You look over at Johnny, who seems to be eating more than he usually does whenever he’s over which makes your heart feel a little better at the sight. “I think I like this job, even if it wasn’t ours to begin with.”

©lqveharrington - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms

[claritys-silly-things]

Fresh hc time people

- If pony is ever by himself while he’s sleeping (not often) he’s clinging onto the nearest pillow like it’s a person

- Ponyboy will forget to eat cuz he locks tf in to whatever he’s doing and then later in the day he’s like “why tf am I hungry” and that’s why he eats like a horse at dinner. You need to physically pull him away from his daily tasks and force him if you want him to eat before 6 pm

- Pony doesn’t know how to function in public *cough cough* autistic mf *cough* so he just stays with Darry and soda and clings to them when he’s nervous or unsure what to do. If someone asks him something he just stares until Darry answers for him

- The closer ponyboy is, the more anxious he is. He’ll subconsciously follow whoever he’s with at events and stuff so he’s not left alone. They walk away and he notices and like a minute later he’s walking after them

- “Im losing my fuckin TOUCH on reality, gang!” - ponyboy curtis, probably (this is a thing I thought to myself and was like omg ponyboy core)

- If anyone gets too loud/stern with Johnny while he’s having an especially shitty day, he has an episode and kind of just retreats into his mind and starts hyperventilating and has a breakdown. The only people that can ever calm him down are pony and dally. Basically Johnny has ptsd from his parents (I’m gonna kill them)

*ahem* sorry mb gang back to the silly stuff

- Soda has NOO sense of personal space. If he’s talking he’ll get really close to you. Just in general he hovers (me core). He also has no sense of like, other’s privacy. Like pony will be in the shower and he’ll open the shower curtain like “do we need smth from the store” and ponyboy just screams

- Soda is very audhd 👁️👁️

- All the Curtis brothers are autistic 😟

That is all I have stored for now ✌🏽😗

[lucyandlucy]

RIP Dallas you would have loved saying womp womp to the most devastating news ever

[poop7969]

Ponyboy: “Dallys the toughest guy in Tulsa!!!”

Dally:

[johnnyvalance]

OH MY GOD DALLY BEING A “where my hug at 😼” GUY IS CANON IM SCREAMING

[outsidersheadcanons]

this took me 3 days

[winstonsns]

dallas winston dating hcs (requested by @cranberrv)

authors note: go check out her blog!! she posts outsider related things too and they’re very fun to read :3 i was answering the ask then accidentally posted it, ended up deleting it so that’s why it doesn’t show the actual ask. sorry about that and not posting yesterday! anyways, enjoy 💗

word count: 0.9k

warnings: cussing, smoking, slightly suggestive parts, wounds, fighting

probably obvious but he protects you with his life

this isn’t necessarily a dating headcannon, but he’s brutally honest so if you ask him something he’ll always tell the truth, unless it’s to run away from the cops or something

whenever he gets arrested for something, you always bail him out since you’re his emergency contact

after he gets into a fight and has wounds, you always patch him up even if he doesn’t want you to

he actually appreciates it a lot and sees it as a very intimate situation since he’s vulnerable at the moment

he’ll also steal random shit for you, you scold him but love how he’s thoughtful enough to get you those things

he’ll smoke sometimes but tries not to as much when he’s around you, he knows you hate the smell and the smoke in general

once, you got him a few presents since the two of you were dating for a year and one of the presents was a bracelet

you made it for him and you had a matching one, he scoffed but thanked you anyways

it seemed like he didn’t care, that he thought it was stupid, but he wore it every day forward and thought it was the cutest thing ever

it always reminds him of you, so when he gets arrested and has to stay for a bit, he has a part of you with him

a lot of late night drives since he has trouble sleeping, normally goes to bed around 1-3 in the morning, sometimes later

he’ll randomly call you and ask, “hey doll, wanna go for a drive? i can pick you up..” talking quietly since you probably got woken up

you’d complain for a bit before getting up and dressed, he’s already on his way to your house

the two of you would be quiet on the drive, he’d park somewhere random since you suggested the two of you could look at the stars

he didn’t think much of the stars, nor the moon, but when he saw you looking up with interest, he could only keep his eyes on you

normally has an arm around your shoulder in a protective gesture, when you’re walking down the streets and he’s smiling, laughing and talking to you

he knows he’s in deep shit when you just call him ‘dallas’ and don’t say anything else

then he figures out you just wanted him to try the cupcakes you made

speaking of baking, he’s the guinea pig and is always trying out sweets you make

he’ll tell you if something tastes off or if something tastes amazing, but will normally eat it even if it doesn’t taste the best

he just loves it when you put your head on his chest, trying to sleep while he thinks about how lucky he is to have you :3

you get all blushy when he’s shirtless and he teases you about it constantly

he just loves seeing you get flustered seeing him literally do nothing

he’ll compliment and thank you you whether it’s about your looks, outfit, something you did for him, etc

you’ll wear an outfit he likes and he’ll compliment you, mumbling, “your outfit looks real nice today, doll” while putting his hands on your hips, kissing your neck

if you’re cold and in public then tell him, he asks “baby, why didn’t you bring your jacket?” but gives you his jacket anyway

if someone’s hitting on you, he goes behind you and kisses your cheek, saying “hey doll… oh, who’s this?” and when you look back at the person he stares them down

if you’re cooking or baking, something like that, he’ll go up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist

sometimes he’ll randomly start kissing you, then it turns to making out

occasionally, he’ll actually pay for food when the two of you go out to eat

he’ll share food with you if you’re hungry, not before rolling his eyes though

he’s actually more than willing to give you food

when he’s genuinely concerned about you, he’ll look at you with the cutest eyes ever, pulls you into his chest and kisses your forehead, telling you it’ll be alright

when he’s bored or just wants to see you, he’ll walk to your house if it’s not that far away

then he’ll climb up to the second floor, where your room is and tap on your window

sometimes he’ll sleep over and curl up into your side

your heartbeat calms him down but he would never tell anyone that

when you’re sad or upset about something, he doesn’t really know how to comfort you besides telling you you’re amazing and perfect, rubbing your back and giving you reassuring kisses

then he’ll take you out to a fast food place or restaurant

if the two of you eat sour patch kids, he says he hates the blue ones and they taste like shit, he’ll give them to you even though he actually likes it

authors note: sorry this was short! i hope it wasn’t too basic 💗

[socgf]

that bottle looks so very small in his hands uhhh sorry i mean um i i mean COOL PHOTO

[stringzzzzzz]

@elliot-rambles

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Whatever you do don't think about post-book darry accidentally setting out too many plates after a real long day and his mind is just utterly exhausted. Everyone looking at him all confused because they didn't have that many people left and soda having to softly remind him that Johnny and dally weren't alive. Weren't coming back. Darry just softly responding with 'oh..sorry' as he remembers that they weren't coming back.

[twobitsblade]

ok ok okkk, so can you do bob sheldons younger sister (like 16?) dating dallas, and him sneaking in and stuff 😓😓

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ feels like sugar in me

[ author’s note: hi darling, this is literally one of the most fun requests i’ve ever received! i loved writing it, and i hope you enjoyed it. kisses and hugs! ]

you were everything dallas winston wasn’t—innocent, sweet, polite. but most importantly, you were a soc—wealthy and glamorous. and he was… well, he wasn’t just a greaser; he was a full-on hood.

your relationship started out rocky—or, well, at least according to you. according to him, he had simply “caught a hot soc broad at the drive-in.” tomato, tomahto, right?

but you never really thought about your differences much, and you certainly weren’t thinking about them tonight as you absentmindedly applied your moisturizers, lotions, and hair curlers—all things dallas teased you for relentlessly. but you knew he appreciated the results, so you weren’t about to stop.

just as you were about to place your final roller, a knocking sound at your window made you gasp. you’d seen too many horror movies for this. before your brain could race through the possibilities for self-defense, that cocky bastard’s new york-accented voice cut through the night air.

“hey, sweetheart, you gonna let me in? i’m freezin’ my balls off out here.”

you scoffed, shaking your head and setting your hair curler down as you approached the window.

even in the dim light of tulsa’s streetlamps, you could see him looking you up and down, clearly skimming over your figure in your pale pink nightgown. you shook your head before unlatching the window.

he climbed in awkwardly, stepping down with a thump. his figure towered over you, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. you smiled softly as his large arms wrapped around your waist, closing the distance between you two.

“i should be pissed—entirely pissed at you, winston—sneakin’ into my house like this.”

“but you’re not,” he replied smugly. “besides, your snob of a damn brother ain’t here, so there’s no problem, doll.”

and there it was—another one of dallas’s remarks that made you realize what he truly thought of your family.

“c’mon, dal, i’ve told you so many times not to talk like that about him. you don’t know him!” you said, your voice coming out a little louder than intended. and just like that, a new argument was brewing between you two.

“your brother beats people up for fun, baby. you consider him a good guy?”

“i—dallas, that’s not fair, and you know it.”

he was about to respond but stopped, shaking his head as his hands found your waist. without warning, he shoved you roughly onto your vanity.

“i’m not lettin’ some blonde twerp ruin what i got goin’ with the hottest broad on the west side of tulsa, y’understand?”

you sighed before nodding. you were too tired to fight.

he looked up at you with his signature shit-eating grin, but this time not to admire. he plucked at your hair curler.

“now what’s all this, barbie?”

“dal, don’t touch that! you’re gonna ruin it!” you snapped, turning back to the mirror, your lips curving into a firm line.

dallas had this weird ability to bring out a childish petulance in you—one that, even as a child, you weren’t allowed to display to your family. it wasn’t the sheldon way of doing things.

he began walking around your room—of course, he wouldn’t apologize, the jerk—observing the space as though it were an animal enclosure. the pink, girly room you had decorated all on your own.

posters covered the walls—elvis, james dean, marilyn monroe. the sheets were light pink. and god, was it hot, knowing how soft you really were beneath all that prim and proper.

dallas turned back to you abruptly, pouncing. he grabbed you from your vanity and tossed you onto your bed, making you let out a loud, high-pitched, giggly squeal.

“shit.”

you muttered it just as you heard bob’s footsteps stomping down the hall. in a panic, you shoved dallas into your en suite bathroom and waited.

bob entered in his pajamas, his hair tousled, eyes swollen with sleep.

“what’re you howlin’ for?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“nothing, bob. i just—uh—i was on the phone with cherry, and she’s a real funny gal.”

at the mention of cherry’s name, his eyes softened, something gentle flickering in them.

“ah. tell her we’re still on for nine tomorrow at the way out.”

“will do,” you said with a mock salute.

he paused.

“c’mere, kid.”

he held his arms out, and you quickly hopped into them, hugging him.

he wasn’t a good person—you both knew that. hell, everyone in tulsa did. but he was your brother, and you loved him. and you knew he loved you too.

just like he loved cherry. just like he loved his friends. just like he loved the approval he got from society. just like he loved getting away with the things he did. just like he secretly yearned for someone to tell him no. just like he secretly yearned for someone to guide him instead of mindlessly worship him.

and for that, there was no one.

he sighed, pulling away and shaking his head before clapping you on the back, making you let out a slight squeak.

“you be good, alright? you’re good.”

you smiled as he waddled away.

you let out a breath of relief as you shut the door. and in gathering your thoughts, you almost forgot about the man hiding in your bathroom—

“ahh!”

he whisper-shouted, making you jump forward and trip over your rug.

“you absolute dickhead!” you whisper-shouted back, causing him to giggle before peeling off his dirty brown leather jacket and tossing it across your room. you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“how soundproof’s this room, dolly?”

“ugh, dallas, stop it! you’re something else,” you reprimanded halfheartedly as he joined you on the soft, carpeted floor.

[daydreamerswriting]

Dallas Winston Modern AU Headcanons

an: I just wrote this for fun

W: little bit of swearing

Lowkey liked the Barbie movie but you couldn't water board that outta him

He loves to binge watch shows with you

HATES skinny jeans like bro omg chill we get it😭

Complains about inflation whenever he's in a store

"I remember when cigarettes used to be cheap." "You're literally 17, shut up."

Does not give a fuck about politics and will not register to vote when he turns 18

Posts on the AITA subreddit

HATES cyber trucks and makes the biggest deal when he sees one (same 🙂)

Owns an eat the rich shirt and means it literally

Assumed he was a dog person until he meet meet the sweetest stray cat

He jumped on the Taylor Swift hate train for like a month

Definitely listens to sad indie music

And rock and metal

Freaky Deftones fan

Has tiktok but his fyp is so weird and he is not up to date on trends

Called himself an alpha for awhile until he realized it was cringy

Calls himself nonchalant and mysterious

Pirates everything he watches

Loves saying "womp womp"

Will play roblox with you and get way too into competition games

Secretly loves when you ask to do a couple trend with him (like the "a boys who's jacked and kind" trend🙈)

Energy drink connoisseur

Thinks people who vape are pussies who are to scared to actually smoke

An: I'm working on requests, I swear!! 😭