#matt dillon x reader

[sundayiminlove]

sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]

synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally

i.

PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.

Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.

Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.

You have him, hook line and sinker.

"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.

You perk up.

Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."

He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.

"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."

He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.

He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.

No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.

You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"

Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.

As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."

You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.

"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"

With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.

BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.

Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.

So, here's the thing, right?"

There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.

You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.

As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.

And there you stand.

Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.

You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."

He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.

You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.

"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.

His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.

#the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dally x reader #dally winston #the outsiders #sundayiminlove #felt cute might delete later #golden slumbers #dallas x reader #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston cuddles #dallas winston imagine #matt dillon #matt dillon x reader #♪ rowan writes outsiders!!

[jaidens]

You got that Long Hair, Slicked Back, White T-Shirt - Dallas Winston ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

“James Dean day dream look in your eyes,”

pairing [s] : Dallas (Dally) Winston x Soc!Reader

warnings [s] : smoking | making out | beginning action of sex (pulling off pieces of clothes, humping, etc..) |

a/n [s] : my requests are open!!

wc : 1,076

When the famous Greaser; Dallas Winston approached you, you were confused about his actions. Why was he of all people asking you if you had anything planned that Saturday? Of course, people thought he was handsome. Cherry, your best friend, had told you even though she thought he was cute and that if he came back around she'd fall in love with him. So, you gave him a chance.

He had taken you to a small diner around the middle of the ‘territories’. You never believed in the whole hatred between the classes. Your best friend when you were in elementary school had been a Greaser before she moved away from Tulsa.

The first date was nice and sweet. He had worn a cleaned-up white wife-beater and a slick leather jacket. You had worn a small, flower-printed dress and your black wedges. Dallas called you beautiful and set his hand on your lower back. It was protective, showing other people that you were his and to back off.

That's when you knew you had fallen in love with him. When you stared into his eyes as he shared a milkshake with you. When he gave you his leather jacket after the wispy, cold November wind went through the soft, white cardigan you thought would be enough. That was the night he kissed you on the porch of your Daddy’s house. As well as the same night you shared the three words that changed your life, “I love you”.

You had been dating for twelve months and you were celebrating your anniversary at the same diner you had your first date at. You decided to go on a late-night drive in his Thunderbird. You had stopped at a cliff waterfall and watched the sunset. Now, he was smoking a cigarette while you lay on his shoulder with his leather jacket draped over your body. “Hey.. you awake?” His New York accent filled your ears pleasantly. “Yes, Love. Why?” You answered and picked your head up to stare as best as you could with your neck pulled up.

“Wanna hit?” He asked, holding the cigarettes closer to your lips. You shook your head no. You were never fond of smoking ever since your mother developed a horrible cough due to smoking. He smirked and said it was fine you didn't want to. Dallas put his cancer stick out and pulled your face into his. He kissed you desperately and you pushed your head against his.

His tongue touched your lips, tasting the cherry lipstick that you wore that night. It was always his favorite, and it gave him an excuse to “taste your lipstick” to make out with you. “It always tastes so good, you and your cherry lipstick baby..” Dallas groaned out and put his hands in your styled hair.

You jumped up and pulled yourself into his lap. His hands fell to your hips and he started helping you move back and forth. “Baby.. take it slow. You can take me back to your house whenever we do it..” You spoke out, after pulling away from sucking his face to take a breath. You stared into his half-lidded eyes that had lust slowly sucking into them.

His dark eyes followed around your face, admiring your slightly bruised lips and the lipstick that was smeared around your face. “Y’know you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen?” Dally was always a romantic, trying to make you cover your face in embarrassment or start giggling at his compliments. He got a total kick out of making you smile brightly and rub your soft thighs together. “Oh hush, Dal. Acting like you aren't the hottest and absolute hunk of a guy? Can't believe I'm dating you.. a James Dean duplicate.”

Dallas could've sworn that was the best compliment anyone could've given him. He had definitely based his look on the James Dean hit movie, “Rebel Without A Cause”. “With your slick back hair.. the white t-shirt.. could you be less obvious, baby?” You smiled at him and kissed his nose. “My James Dean boy..”

Dallas laughed and threw his head back. “You caught me, didn't you? But, now I gotta ask, who's hotter, me or Dean?” He watched your expression change as you started thinking deeply. “To be honest.. you. I'm not into blonde guys. I love myself a certain brunette boy.” You saw Dally’s eyes light up and he showed off his iconic smirk. “Oh yeah? Who’s that baby?” 

You pushed him backward in the seat and started kissing him again. You wiped that tease smirk that he gave you right off his face. It starts going further, and you slowly put your hands under his white shirt running across the firm abs he had been working on. The windows of his car started to become foggy, heating up with you and Dallas’ passion and love. Your limbs tangled up together as he started to kiss down your neck.

His hand travels past your pretty dress, touching your thighs. You pull away gently once more, as another car pulls up next to you. You know this is Dallas’ spot for taking you. It wasn't uncommon to see someone Dallas knew almost every time. You both look over, seeing his old high school friend and the friend's girlfriend. His hand touches your face making you look back over. The soft glow of the midnight moon casts a beautiful look on his face. You’re absolutely obsessed with him. The way he makes your heart rate speed up whenever he touches you, the way he’s touched every part of you and still makes you get excited to see him. 

This moment will forever be etched into your souls. 

As the intensity of their makeout session peaked, Dallas and you found yourselves breathless, lips lingering in a final, lingering kiss. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth and electricity of their connection still pulsating between them.

Dallas gently brushed his fingers along your cheek, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You're something else, darlin'," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I can't get enough of you.” You're staring into his dark brown eyes with a soft look. “I can’t either, Dally. You’re my forever.” You fall into a last kiss with him as you pull the switch to pull the seats back up. “Let’s get me home before my Daddy kills you. He probably will either way..”

#dallas winston #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dally x reader #dally winston x reader #the outsiders 1983 #matt dillon x reader #dallas winston the outsiders #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston smut

[sixxxes]

(Realistic) Dating Dallas Winston. Part: ONE TWO

• 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

#dallas winston x reader #matt dillon x reader #realistic dallas winston #dally winston x reader #dallas winston headcanons #dally winston #dallas winston #matt dillon #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders

[wiidvw]

no but like imagine slow-dancing with bob hughes while soft jazz music plays in the back...

#im screaming into my pillow at his idea fr #bob hughes #bob hughes x reader #matt dillon x reader #matt dillon #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader

[lunatiqez]

rusty james x reader who is an artist!!! cutest idea ever omg. i need rusty,,, he’s so cute and boyfriend. requested by @mictodii !! not proofread

★ ๑’- first off, he LOVES going through your sketchbook— especially without your permission

★ ๑’- calls it a “drawing book” or a “coloring book”— says it’s to tease you but really he just forgets it sometimes.

★ ๑’- definitely is flattered if he sees any pictures of him; spoilers!!!! there’s a lot.

★ ๑’- “hey, sweetheart, went through your drawing book. like drawing me, huh?”

★ ๑’- he loves to tease you about it, too!! can’t get enough of it.

★ ๑’- doodles in your sketchbook a lot— you’ve dedicated a whole page for his drawings.

★ ๑’- sometimes, when you’re drawing, he’ll hover over you. you try to express that you’re annoyed by it but he just doesn’t listen.

★ ๑’- to be annoying, he’ll create small lines over your drawings— just little marks. it’s super annoying and you’ve yelled at him a ton for it.

★ ๑’- likes to rip out a page or two, usually ones that have drawings of him, and keep them in his pocket.

★ ๑’- insists on posing for you to draw him!

★ ๑’- “i look pretty cool right now, you should pull out your colorin’ book and draw me.”

#rumblefish #rumble fish #rumblefish x reader #rumblefish x you #rumblefish x y/n #matt dillon rumblefish #rusty james #rusty james rumblefish #rusty james x reader #rusty james x you #rusty james x y/n #rusty james matt dillon #matt dillon #matt dillon x reader #matt dillon x you #matt dillon x y/n #📝 — liv’s requests ★. #📂 — liv’s writings ★.

[wannaseewhatshangin]

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.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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)

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #sodapop x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #johnny cade #ponyboy x reader #matt dillon #Matt Dillon x reader

[shroomsroom]

could you do matt dillon x fem! reader imagine where matt and get jealous while the reader is filming a scene for a movie? ( I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭)

omg ok im thinking of like rumble fish set where you ; playing patty; switched to smokey 4 ur bf because rusty was "cheating" (he would never hes my boy!!) and like you have to film like a kiss scene and yea !! "aw fuck." matt pouted as he looked at nicholas kiss his girlfriend. he knew it was only for the movie but goddamn. his hands moved a little too low, the kiss held on for a bit too long, your hands found their purchase on his arm a little too easily, and nicholas grinned after the kiss for a little too long. the director shouted something but it was probably for a lunch break or something, not like anything else mattered to him other than reclaiming your lips. "hey mister rusty james" you called when you spied him in the corner of your eyes, a gentle smile dancing on your lips. you patted your powder as reapplied your lipgloss before turning to see he looming over you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "god i hate hinton for writing this part in." he grumbled, you snickered, you knew exactly what he was thinking about the moment he started walking towards you. "what are you gonna do about it?" you pursed your lips and placed your hands on your hips. "goddamn you and your sexy face," matt muttered before grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him, you hit his chest but before you had time to register everything, he pulled your face up and kissed you deeply. he made sure his hands went even lower, that the kiss held for longer, that you wrapped your arms around him as easy as second nature, and made sure to smirk wildly after it. "you just ruined my lipgloss again!" you grinned, now it was matt's turn to snicker, "what are you gonna do about it?"

#clara'sroom #shroomsroom #matt dillon x reader #matt dillon #rusty james x reader

[hailpacino]

what can i say? *twirling my hair*

#hailpacino #matt dillon #the outsiders #dallas winston #rumble fish #rusty james #dally winston #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston x reader #80s #90s #hollywood actor #girlblogging #girl blogger #this is a girlblog #this is what makes us girls #tumblr girls #just girly things #just girly posts #im just a girl #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #girlblog aesthetic #lana del rey #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lizzy grant #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis

[macchiodaily]

quick dump of MY man

him in a suit & tie

#ralph macchio #daniel larusso #johnny cade #ralph macchino #the outsiders #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston #dally winston x reader #matt dillon #ralph macchio x reader #macchiodaily #ralph macchio x reader smut

[nobitchs-world]

#matt dillon #the outsiders dally #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dally winston x reader #the outsiders sodapop #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #steve the outsiders #steve randle #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade

[cranberrv]

⪩⪨ dating dallas winston headcanons

a/n : aghhh first post on here!! lowk kind of nervous, but i thought this would be a strong way to start since everyone loves dal <3 i really hope you enjoy lovelies !! requests are open ! ( not proofread btw, ignore any mistakes <3 )

- dating dal is something special, because he doesn’t really do long-term

- so people know that you’re different, a girl he actually wants to keep in his life for a while

- it’s electric, to say the least. it’s hard to keep your hands off each other

- even in a non sexual manner, he finds himself always wanting to touch you in some way

- keep in mind he is much less than a gentleman, forgetting to open doors for you and not bringing you flowers on dates

- but he cares. and that’s something

- small gestures like a hand around your waist or always keeping an eye on you at parties. brushing down a fly away piece of your hair with his hand, making sure he’s on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, to keep you safe.

- that’s how you know he cares about you, not through grand, movie-like gestures

- sometimes he cares a bit too much, getting too overprotective

- some drunk guy talks to you at the bar? he mysteriously leaves with a black eye. and god forbid someone touches you in a manner he doesn’t approve of, someone might be ending up in the hospital.

- you get into arguments about that sort of thing, saying he’s being too dramatic or that you were capable of defending yourself.

- actually, you get into arguments about everything

- he’s usually the one to start them. if he’s in a bad mood, he will find anything to argue about. wether you teased him and he took offence, or you stole his jacket because it was chilly

- he’s defensive and cocky, and will not end an argument until he gets the last word in

- maybe muttering some rude name at you under his breath, or interrupting you until you finally give up

- you should not expect to win any arguments with him and his stubbornness

- he’s not gonna apologize either, unless it’s something really serious, like if he made you cry

- then he’ll ghost you for a few days, then come back and apologize

- other than that, most arguments either end in cuddling or him ghosting you for a week or so

- speaking of cuddling, he only really likes it whenever he’s tired or tipsy. he’ll lazily wrap his arms around you in bed, and keep you there. there’s no way you’re getting up

- rubbing your back with his hand, holding you to his chest, planting kisses on your head are normal occurrences during these peaceful moments

- cuddling him is about as rare as the northern lights, so you take advantage of it

- other than that, most nights end in make-out sessions

- sleepy kisses are his absolute favourite, his lips lazily caressing yours

- he’s always in control, don’t even try

- his big hand holding your head in place, and his other hand holding your waist

- he loves kissing you. everywhere he possibly can. head, lips, cheek, forehead, neck, shoulder, everywhere.

- he loves making out at the drive-in (or more cough cough), it’s so risky and he looooves PDA

- he often takes you to the drive-in or the dingo for dates, nothing fancy

- he always picks you up at your house, he doesn’t wanna meet you there in case you’re first and it looks like he’s late

- the torn leather of the passengers car seat becomes a common place for you to sit, he loves driving around with you

- your parents don’t trust him or his driving, based on the amount of times dates have been cut short because he’s been pulled over and taken to the police station for speeding

- so because of your parents aversion to him, whenever he wants to visit you, he just sneaks into your bedroom

- he thinks he’s being subtle with that, but yet your parents can always smell the cigarette smoke and leather the next day

- in conclusion, dating dallas can be very layered and complicated, but overall, very fun and exhilarating <3

#dally winston #the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas Winston x reader #dally winston fluff #dallas winston fluff #headcanon #imagine #dallas #outsiders #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dating dallas winston #dallas winston fanfic #matt dillon #80s movies

[twobitsblade]

i like to imagine that ponyboy finds and picks matching flowers for the gravestones of johnny and dallas, because he knows that johnny was the only thing dallas ever loved.

#NOT SHIPPING #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders hcs #twobitsblade #matt dillon #ralph macchio #sad headcanon #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #c thomas howell #not shipping them lmao 😭

[jaidens]

me when someone says they hate / miss how the old actors looked and how ugly they are now

like make it make sense!! obviously matt dillon and ralph macchio aren't identical to how they were 30 years ago.. like they're in their 60's!!

#matt dillon x reader #matt dillon #ralph macchio x reader #ralph macchio #daniellarussoodump

[sixxxes]

Meeting Dally at the Drive In

"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.

“Yeah and I’m is daughter too. Nice to meet ya’.”

#dallas winston x reader #dally winston #the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston x reader #matt dillon x reader #cowgirl!reader #matt dillon #dallas winston headcanons #realistic dallas winston #the outsiders headcanons #s.e. hinton

[wiidvw]

the fanfics are coming . . .

#bob hughes #drugstore cowboy #matt dillon #matt dillon x reader #matt dillon smut #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston smut

[lunatiqez]

“PICNIC DATES” — Texas McCormick

PAIRING: Texas McCormick x GN!Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Texas decides that your first date should be a picnic date.

WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

A/N: I LOVE TEXAS MCCORMICK!!!! I will say though,, don’t rlly like this fic tbh. Anywho!! Requested by @mictodii and proofread by @lu-vin-it !!

YOU AND TEX HAD BEEN DATING FOR A month. And, this being Tex’s first relationship, he didn’t want to screw anything up. He wanted everything to go perfectly, especially dates.

“Mace, me and Y/N been dating for a month! Can you believe that? One whole month!” Texas exclaims to his brother, his crooked smile showing how proud he was. Mason doesn’t pay much attention, instead he continues on reading the newspaper.

“Yeah? You take ‘em on a date?” He asks.

“A date? Of—“ Tex thinks for a second. “Of course I took them on a date already, c'mon man!”

In reality? Texas McCormick had never taken you on a date, not yet at least. It hadn’t even crossed his mind until then.

“You ain’t a very good liar, Tex.” Mason looks up at his younger brother, a smirk plasterer across his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’ve taken Y/N on a date! Why don’t you believe me?” He pouts slightly.

“Well first off, if you did already you didn’t tell me, and I know you woulda told by now. You’re head over heels for Y/N, so if anything, you’d be braggin’ about it.”

Tex looks away, embarrassed. Mace goes back to reading nonchalantly.

“Well, well just watch! I’ll take them on a date!” Texas says as he stomps off to his room.

The next day, Tex walked up to you in the hallways at school and started a conversation, as always.

“Say, Y/N.” He says after you move on from your most recent topic.

“Yeah? Everything okay?” You ask him.

“How ‘bout we go on a date tonight, huh? For our one month?” He suggests. You smile widely.

“Of course we can! Whatdya wanna do?”

“Uhh,” he thinks for a moment, nervously rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go on a picnic! Down at that meadow, a little ways away from my house.” You nod and set a specific time— tonight at 8PM.

“Am I bringing the food, or are you?” You ask.

“I could, but—“

“I’ll bring it.” You interrupt him, already knowing that he's going to make up an excuse as to why he can’t bring the food.

“Wha- no, I will! I can do it!” You chuckle in response.

“Alright, but I’m bringing at least somethin’” you say. It was mostly so you don’t feel bad that Tex had to provide everything.

After you finished your painfully boring day at school, you went home. By then, it was about 3:30PM; you had 4 hours and 30 minutes.

Your mom came out of her room, so you decided to ask her now before it was too late.

“Hey, mom!” You said, catching her attention. She looked at you, wondering what was the matter. “Can I go out with Tex tonight? Like, at 8? He wants to take me to a picnic.” She placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

“We won’t be back late, I promise! ‘N dad won’t have to take care of Banjo at all this week, I’ll do it all myself!” You said, trying to convince your mother to let you go.

“You’re supposed to be doin’ that already. She’s your horse.” You shrunk slightly.

There was an awkward silence until your mom broke it by sighing once more.

“Go ahead, but if you ain’t in this house by 10 I’m havin’ your father lock you out, you’ll sleep on the porch.” She rolled her eyes. You chuckled at her remark.

You let a few hours pass, and by now it was 6:30. You decided that you would get ready now, because you wanted to look and feel your best for your first date with your boyfriend. Suddenly, you got an idea to make cookies for Tex.

Cookies were his all time favorite food. Sometimes, you think he loved them more than he loved you. He would always go on about how much he craved cookies, and how his favorite cookies were chocolate chip. So that’s what you made.

You got all of your ingredients in order and began to make the dough. After that was done, you rolled them into small balls and placed them on a sheet. By now, it was getting close to 7, so you popped the cookies in the oven, set the timer for 20 minutes, and went to go get ready.

You hopped in the shower, making sure you used your best smelling body wash. After about 10 minutes, you got out and went to get dressed.

You took a while deciding on what to wear, but ultimately decided on your nicest pair of riding jeans, a navy blue button up, and Tex’s denim jacket that you stole from him a while back.

After you were done, you went to the kitchen and, right on time, the kitchen timer dinged— indicating that the cookies were done baking.

You grabbed an oven mitt and put it on, pulling the cookie sheet out.

The cookies looked delicious. They were a perfect golden brown, and not too hard, but also not too mushy. You smiled proudly and set them on the counter to cool off.

You threw the mitt on the counter next to the cookies and turned the oven off.

Then, you found a wicker basket. After another 10 minutes, the cookies were cooled off and ready to be eaten. So, you took a spatula and after getting them off the cookie sheet, you placed them delicately on a plate from your cupboard and then put the plate in the basket, leaving it on the counter and going to get Banjo ready.

You rushed out to the stable, excited to see your horse.

“Hey, Banjo!” You greeted the animal. She neighed in response.

After giving her some praise, you began to get her ready. You placed her saddle on her and tightened it around her stomach.

“Ready to go see your boyfriend, huh?” You asked her, chuckling at your joke. “Yeah, me too.”

After getting your horse saddled up, you went back inside to grab the basket. Before heading out the door, you grabbed a handful of carrots from your fridge and tossed them in your basket as well.

You went to the stables again, basket in hand, and balanced the food carefully on a thick fence, jumping up onto Banjo. You had her walk to the fence where the food was sitting and grabbed it, holding onto it carefully.

It was getting pretty close to 8, so you had Banjo hurry to Tex’s house, it only being a little ways from your house— since you both had horses, you both had to live out of town, making you essentially faraway neighbors.

Banjo trotted to Tex’s house, making it annoying to hold the basket still.

“You’re so stubborn, Banjo, can’t you just hold still?” You asked her as if she knew what you were saying.

Before you knew it, it was 7:58 and you were entering Tex’s yard. Mace was on the porch talking with Lem, Banjo walked up past the cars and you stopped her.

“Hey, Mace!” You said to him. He stopped his conversation with Lem and stood up to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N, been a while huh?” He asked you.

“Mhm! Is Tex here?”

“Oooh shit!” Lem said. “Tex got someone? Huh?” You giggled.

“Uh huh,” you said as you subconsciously pet your horse.

“I don’t think we ever met,” Lem says as he walks over to you. “I’m Lem— one of Tex and Mace’s buddies. Bet you already figured that though, huh?” You smiled and nodded.

“I’m Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself. Mason then informed you that Tex was getting Rowdy ready to go right now.

You went out to the back and shouted for your boyfriend.

He then came out of the dark stable on Rowdy, a basket in hand just like you.

“Hey, babe.” He said, his smile widening. “Was gettin’ scared, I didn’t think you’d show up.” You scoffed.

“You really think that low of me, Texas McCormmick?” You asked

“Well, no, I just— Y’know, it was getting near 8! I just thought you forgot or somethin’.” Tex rambled off, making you laugh.

“Let’s go, you got a blanket?” You asked him.”

“Uh huh.”

With that, you said your goodbyes to Lem and Mace and went off to a nearby meadow. On your ride there, Tex took notice of your basket.

“What’s in there?” He asked you, pointing to it.

“Surprise.” You smirked at him. He scoffed.

When you reached your destination, it was nice and quiet, the only sounds being a stream of water and crickets chirping.

The two of you hopped off your horses and Tex laid the quilt out on the ground, making sure it was perfect. To your surprise, he also pulled out 2 candles and a lighter. You giggled when you saw them.

“What??” He asked innocently. “It’s gonna get dark out, we need them!”

When he lit the candles, you sat down with him.

“Did you bring food?” You asked him.

“Course I did, see?” Tex showed you the food he brought.

Grapes, potato chips, and sliced apples. You laughed aloud at the assortment of food. Tex furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s so funny??” He asked you, confused.

“Nothin, nothin.” You said as you stopped laughing and pulled your basket near you.

“I made us cookies!” Tex’s face lit up and he smiled wider than ever.

“Hell yea! I love cookies!” He cheered as he dug through the basket, throwing the carrots aside.

“Oh yeah, those are for Rowdy and Banjo.”

Tex immediately dug into the cookies, taking about 3 at a time.

“Hey, hey!” You shouted at him. “Geez, save some for me!” He laughed as he bit into his first sweet.

“These are real good, Y/N. Thanks for bringin ‘em.” He thanked you as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. You mirrored him so that you were facing each other.

“Tex, what made you think of a picnic, out of all things?” You asked out of genuine curiosity.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I just thought it would be somethin’ you liked. And of course we had to bring Rowdy and Banjo along.” Texas motioned to the horses as they grazed next to the two of you.

“I see.” You then changed your position so you were laying flat on your back and looking at the stars. Tex followed your eyes and that brought him to the sky, aswell.

“Stars are nice and bright out, huh? No clouds.” He commented. You nodded in silence.

Tex then brought himself to lay with you, placing his head gently on your stomach. You instinctively grabbed his hair and began playing with it. It was nice and silky, his hair was one of your many favorite things about him.

There was a moment of silence before Texas asked you, “How’s this for a first date? Did we do good?”

“I love it, Tex.” You responded softly. “You did good. I love you.” Texas chuckled.

“A lot of people do.” You flicked the side of his head.

“Ow! Cut that out!”

#tex 1982 #tex movie #tex #Texas McCormick #Texas McCormick 1982 #Texas McCormick x reader #Texas McCormick x you #Texas McCormick x y/n #Matt Dillon #Matt Dillon 1982 #Matt Dillon tex #Matt Dillon x reader #Matt Dillon x you #Matt Dillon x y/n #📝 — liv’s requests ★. #📂 — liv’s writings ★.