Matt Dillon - Blog Posts

𐙚 Master List 𐙚

Dallas Winston:

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

The one that got away…

Norman F Rockwell

You Don’t Own Me

Darrel Curtis:

~none yet~

Sodapop Curtis:

The Way Things Go

Johnny Cade:

Johnny Angel

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My OC’s / Made up

Characters by me!

My OC’s:

Mood board/aesthetic - Adriana Baker

Mood board/aesthetic - Briana Robinson

Mood board/aesthetic - Jessie Jackson

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About the writer!

omg another mariyln monroe girly! literally my queen 🌟 your blog is absolutely adorable, i love it so much and omg your taste in everything is immaculate! we have to be best friends now ☝🏻

YES!!! 😭💕

I literally love you and thank you so much!!!?? You’re now my official bestie! 😚

Norman F Rockwell

D Winston x reader

Warnings : toxic relationships , toxic men , mentions of sexual topics , drinking , Dallas Winston

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God damn, man child

You fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you”

You were laid down in your floral sheets, your mind no longer filled with self conscious or nervous thoughts as your boyfriend laid down next to you. Your breathing had calmed down and your eyes scanned over Dally’s face. He had a proud grin on his lips like he had just won the lottery, you don’t know whether to be proud or regret the whole thing. Dallas had sat up resting his bare back against your headboard. He seems bored but how can he be after how you both showed all of your love?

You sat up next to Dallas and smiled. He glanced back at you and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing…it’s just I wanted to tell you I-”

He got off of your bed and began to get back into his clothes, not even paying attention to what you have to say.

“Mhm, sounds great doll.”

You just sat there, just watching him as he pulled on his leather jacket and lit up a cancer stick. He put his boots back on and cleared his throat as he met your gaze again. You somehow smiled as you met his eyes but it wasn’t returned. It never will be.

“Uh..same time tomorrow?”

You nodded your head slowly not being able to comprehend the reality that he doesn’t love you. You just can’t comprehend that he’s using you…

You’re fun and you’re wild

But you don’t know the half of the shit you put me through

You of course decided to go to one of Bucks parties as Dal’s girl. You knew he felt proud with his arm slung around your shoulders as you both walked into the busy and messy bar. You obviously know what your purpose is for the night, you’re here for Dallas..so you have to have fun. You have to listen to him and not make a scene. You have to be perfect. He walked around the party with you at his hip the whole night. You sat in his lap as he talked to his Greaser buddies, he talked about his wild adventures and he played pool. It felt like how it was supposed to, it was supposed to be a fun, crazy party. It was of course but the night turned when the drinks came along.

You lost Dallas in the big crowd and now you’re alone. You’re alone in a crowded bar with guys you don’t even know around you. You came to be perfect for your boyfriend, to show him you’re everything he needs. But you second guess your perfectness when you see him with another girl. He’s got her pinned to the wall with his hands on her hips and in one blink of an eye his lips are on hers.

You froze as you stared at the scene happening across the bar.

“He’s just drunk” you tell yourself.

But when you’re walking out of the warm bar by yourself into the cold night. You second guess if he even does love you. But every time you think that you always say “He’ll change.” But the change hasn’t came yet and you’re still waiting for it.

Your poetry’s bad and you blame the news

But I can’t change that and I can’t change your mood

Dallas had come over after a few weeks of ignoring you. You’re the one that reaches out to him and you had after the party but he never called back. He never reached out asking if you were ok or if you wanted him to pick you up from school. Nothing.

But the reason why he did come over wasn’t for apologizing about kissing a girl in the same room as you, but for a hookup. You guess he got bored of all the other girls so now he’s going back to someone he knows will give in so easily, and you give in. Every. Single. Time.

“Come on, Doll. It’ll be quick. ‘Just wanna spend time with my girl.”

Your breathed hitched in your throat as he put his hands on your hips, his hands moving up and down your sides.

“I don’t know Dal..I’ve got a headache.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your comment and he shook his head.

“Headache? Great. It’s always something with you, huh?”

You looked up at him and felt your heart race. You feel like you’ve screwed up because now he’s pissed. He’s pissed he can’t get in your pants and he’s going to turn it all on you.

“Sorry Dal, it’s just-”

He scoffed and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Whatever, man. You don’t wanna spend time with your guy? I get it, I know when I’m not wanted.”

He began to step away from you but you know he won’t leave because you’re wrapped around his fingers.

“Wait. I do wanna spend time with you. I’m fine..it’s okay.”

And that’s how he’s gotten full control over you. He knows you’ll let him use you. He knows he’ll get whatever he wants from you because he has full control.

‘Cause you’re just a man

It’s just what you do

Your head in your hands as you color me blue.

Yea, you’re just a man all through and through

Your head in your hands as you color me blue

No matter where you go with Dallas it feels like you can’t leave him. You can’t leave his side because you know he’ll find someone better than you. He’ll show them off like he used to with you, but now he already has you and there’s no fun in that.

Goddamn man child

You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two

Self loathing poet, resident Laurel Canton, know it all

You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you

But I don’t get bored, I just see you through

Dallas had been talking to his buddies at the bar, Sodapop Curtis, Steve Randle and Two-bit Mathew’s. But something changed when the girls started walking in and started a conversation with everyone else except Dallas. His brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into a sneer. You were sat at the bar just watching Dal’s face turn in annoyance and you couldn’t help but wonder, “why would no one pay attention to him?”

Dallas had caught your eyes and sauntered over to you, his sneer turning into a grin. He sat next to you in the empty seat, that was his earlier until he left you to go talk to his friends.

“What’s up with you, sweetie?”

And that’s how the night had started. You listened to his New York accent drawl as he spoke about his flashy and wild decisions back in New York. He’s told you them before but you don’t mind. You could listen to him talk forever. You know he’s drunk and that might be why he’s paying you so much attention and repeating the things he has told you many times before.

“You’re a real broad, huh?”

You smiled to yourself and couldn’t help but giggle like a little school girl.

“Yea..you’re some hot broad, Cherry.”

Why wait for the best when I can have you?

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Please send some requests of what

you girlies would like next!!

The one that got away…

D Winston x reader

Warnings: angst , death , guns , etc.

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“Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof”

“Talk about our future like we had a clue”

You perched yourself up on the top of your roof with that crippling anxiety of falling off in the back of your mind. Dallas was already sitting up there with a bottle of whiskey, that he stole from your parent’s stash in the basement, with that careless grin plastered on his face. You moved a bit closer to him as your eyes scanned the whole neighborhood.

“The west side.”

Dallas murmured under his breath with disgust but it left when his eyes met you.

“Never thought I’d be sitting on some Socs roof without spray paint or a sledge hammer.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your gaze back to him then down to the whiskey bottle.

“Well you are. Plus, you stole my parent’s whiskey out of their basement!”

“Pfft- whatever, man. I would’ve just stolen it at a store anyway. Don’t matter if it’s your daddy’s liquor.”

With that he took a swig out of the whiskey bottle. You grimaced at him, how disgusting you thought. He smirked when he pulled the bottle back from his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Take a swig, Doll. Ain’t gonna kill ya.”

You looked at the whiskey bottle that he was shaking in his hand like it was a piece of candy. You hesitated as he told you to drink it. You didn’t want but you took it from his hand, anyway.

“You only live once.”

He smirked and nodded before turning his head to look at that rich neighborhood that he’ll despise til the day he dies.

“Atta girl! Next thing you know you’re gonna be wearing leather jackets and carrying a blade wit’ ya.”

You shook your head and your face looked like you just ate a fresh lemon after you took a swig. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before passing the bottle back to Dallas.

“Here, I don’t think I can drink anymore.”

He shrugged his shoulders before snatching the bottle out of your hand and giving the bottle another quick swig. You pulled your knees into your chest as you stared out into the neighbor hood. The clean streets, the polished mustangs, the rich houses, it doesn’t mean anything to you but to people like Dallas..that just means you’re a stuck up baby. You cleared your throat.

“I hope my parents don’t find out about this. You know, sitting up on the roof with a bottle of their whiskey..with a hoodlum.”

He stared at you as you spoke before snorting like this whole thing was a huge joke.

“God, who gives a shit if they find out? What’re they gonna do, huh? Call the fuzz? Ban me from seeing my girl? Pfft- no way.”

You shrugged your shoulders hesitantly.

“Yea but..it was just a ‘what if’. Like..what if they do?”

“Well ain’t nothing gonna stop me from seeing my girl. If they try I ain’t gonna give two shits! No way, man.”

You smiled as you turned your head to look at him and just as expected he was looking right back at you.

“You mean it?”

“You know damn well I meant every word. And so what if they don’t accept us? Shit, I got a brain, I know people and I know places where we can go.”

Dallas isn’t good at expressing his feelings and I guess this was his way of saying “I love you”? But you don’t think he’d ever say that to you, not now or til the day he dies. He’s got a reputation to keep up, remember?

“Never planned that one day I’d be losing you”

“Dallas you can’t be going, you’re already injured your gonna get hurt-”

He was pacing back and forth in your living room before snapping his head back to you.

“Hey! I’m goin’, man, and you can’t tell me shit, you hear? I’m gonna’ fight for Johnny, those boys need me. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

His words stung as he starred daggers into your eyes. This doesn’t feel right, not at all. But before you could respond to his coldness he rushed out of your house..not even with a goodbye.

That’s why now you’re running down your perfect paved streets barefoot, with your breathing frantic. You had gotten a frantic call from Darrel Curtis saying that Dallas is doing something stupid and you need to head to the vacant lot. You tried to be quick as you ran, but you kept stumbling over your own feet. You hurriedly tried to run to the lot as you saw a group of boys running infront of you. You ran past them as you panted trying to get some air in your aching body but what you saw made your breathing stop. Cops…guns..Dallas. Dallas holding a heater at the cops?

Crack

The gun shot rang through the silent night.

Dal’s body tumbled down the hill and fell on the cold, cracked road. The yells and screams from the gang surrounded you. The feeling of the cold air made you feel like you were frozen in place. You were too late, everyone was.

“In another life”

“I’d be your girl”

“We’d keep all our promises”

“Be us against the world”

The crisp new autumn air tugged on your hair as you headed to a place you never thought would. Dally’s grave. You sat down next to him as you looked up at the setting sky. Normally it would never be this quiet between the two of you, but now it’s just one left. All you’re left with are your thoughts or ‘what if’s’. But you knew Dallas would have ended up this way no matter what you did right or wrong. You just wish it didn’t happen so soon.

“In another life”

“I would make you stay”

“So I don’t have to say you were”

“The one that got away”

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~Fooled Around and

Fell in Love~

D Winston x reader

So..this song Fooled Around And Fell In Love by Elvin Bishop reminds me so much of Dallas Winston x reader??

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Explanation + imagine :

So obvi Dally is a tough guy and has that cold, tough demeanor. He obvi doesn’t care about anyone but himself..except for Johnny. Do you really think he’d care about any of the girls he had hooked up with?? No!

But!

I honestly do think if Dal was falling for one of his girls he’d try being near them 24/7! He’d def try to get a rise out of them before distancing himself when he feels like he has gotten too attached. Like this boy will avoid you at all costs..I’m not exaggerating.

The song lyrics for from that playboy to someone who is head over heels for someone he wasn’t supposed to! But of course knowing Dallas Winston he def would not admit his feelings to anybody..or himself!

But I do imagine the gang teasing him because he is so damn obviously in love with this sweet amazing girl! But he’ll just brush it off saying it’s just another broad of his.

The Diner

The Diner bell rings as the front door swings open. In comes Dallas Winston and his two Greaser buddies, completely filling the calm atmosphere with trouble and chaos. Your shift was going great since it’s one of those slow Sunday afternoons, but when Dallas slid into his booth and looked over at you with that careless grin..you knew your shift was ruined.

Dallas leaned back against his booth with his legs sprawled out under the table. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, completely ignoring the no smoking sign at the front. His two buddies sat across from him. One of his buddies looked about 14 and too young to be hanging out with a person like Dallas. The other looked 16 and shaken, he has scars on his face and looks like a beat up puppy.

You sighed to yourself as you grabbed your notepad and your pen before gathering the courage to go over to the Greaser table. You smiled as you made your way over before stopping at their table with your notepad in hand.

“Hello boys, how’re ya’ll? Would you guys like to hear our specials for today?”

You kept it light and sweet even though you dreaded serving Dally. He’s trouble and you know it, he knows it. But somehow he always seems to be wherever you are or just trying to get a rise out of you on purpose. That might be why he’s here now, sitting in your seating area, with a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eye.

“Hey, honey. I don’ need to hear any of that crap..all I need to know is if you’re on the menu.”

You grimaced at his comment. That sentence just proved that this person is in fact Dallas Winston.

“Uh..no. But you need to stop smoking in here, Dallas. There’s a sign out front.”

You turned your head to the front entrance before pointing at the sign, then glancing back at him.

“No smoking inside the diner.”

He scoffed and shook his head, like you’re making this whole thing up.

“Why the hell would I listen to a sign about what I can and can’t do?”

You glanced at the boys that sat across from Dal, then back at Dallas. His protest is stupid and this whole thing is a waste of your time.

“Well your decisions will affect the people sitting here and I won’t be able to serve you boys if you’re smoking. Rules are rules, whether you like it or not.”

Dallas rolled his eyes before glancing back at the boys who sat across from him. He scoffed at their embarrassed and upset looks before putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“Sure, whatever you say honey.”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it out on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. You rolled your eyes at this action and looked at the two boys that sat across from him. You smiled sweetly before clicking your pen as you got ready to write.

“What would you cuties like to drink?”

The smaller boy, with green eyes, smiled before glancing at Dallas then at the menu.

“Uh..can I get a Pepsi, please?”

You nodded your head as you wrote down his order before glancing at the boy next to him. The boy next to him is the one with the scars and looks like a beat up puppy.

“What about you, hun?”

He smiled before glancing down at the menu then at Dallas. Dallas spoke up.

“He wants a Coke, Doll.”

You nodded your head and wrote down his order before glancing back at Dallas Winston.

“What would you like, Dallas?”

He smirked and sat up in his seat as he locked eyes with you.

“One coffee, but I don’t want any of that sugar crap. Just black, sweetie.”

He winked as he said one of the many nicknames he gives you, with that thick New York accent. Somehow, the nicknames roll off his tongue like warm butter. He has this crooked grin on his lips that makes you almost want to melt to your knees.

“Alright. So..just a plain black coffee, a Pepsi and a Coke?”

You glanced at the table and the two boys nodded their head. You were about to walk off to grab their drinks but Dallas stopped you by his big ass boot being in the way. You locked eyes with Dallas before raising an eyebrow.

“You forgot something, Doll”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before glancing down at your notepad. You slowly shook your head.

“No..? I got all the drinks down-”

“You forgot to give me your number.”

Your lips made a thin line out of annoyance. You really don’t want to be dealing with Dallys bullshit right now.

“Lay off, Winston”

You huffed and walked away with your notepad gripped in your hand.

Dallases eyes never left you as you scurried away from his table. He has this dumb grin on his lips because he knew he hit your boiling point. He got just what he wanted..well almost all of it. He still wants a chance, but he knows you’ll never give him one.

He turned back around in his seat but when he did he was met with two young boys grinning. Dal furrowed his eyebrows.

“What the hell are you guys smiling at?”

Pony perked up but was careful with how he spoke or whispered.

“Dal has a crush…”

Dallas scoffed and shook his head before glancing back at where you were, this made Ponyboy and Johnny snicker. Dals head snapped back towards them before he spoke up.

“You better shut the hell up, man, before I smack you both into next week.”

- And that’s how, just maybe, Dallas Winston had fallen for someone he shouldn’t -

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About Me!!

My name is Adriana and this is my new blog! This is the same exact blog one as my deleted one 😭!

Here are a few of my fave things:

Artists : Lana Del Rey , Lesley Gore , Brenda Lee , Marilyn Monroe , Frank Sinatra , The Rolling Stones , Fleetwood Mac , Etta James , Ella Fitzgerald , The Supremes , Connie Francis , Billie Holiday

Hobbies : Drawing , painting , dancing , writing , journaling , editing , reading

Things I love : Sunsets , Sunrises , oldies , vintage , shopping , fashion , The Outsiders , Marilyn Monroe , Jewlery , Carnations , Barbie , Cherry Coke , sleeping , Dallas Winston / Matt Dillon

Random things : Aquarius sun , Capricorn moon , Gemini rising , she/her

Fictional Characters : Dallas Winston , Ponyboy Curtis , Lorelei Lee , Aurora , Cinderella , Charlotte La Bouff , Kat Stratford , Allie Hamilton , Jack Duncan , Mia Thermopolis , Elle Woods

Fav Movies : Priscilla , The Outsiders , The Notebook , Sleeping Beauty , Gentlemen Prefer Blondes , Liars Moon , The Man In The Moon , Dirty Dancing , 10 Things I Hate About You , The Princess Diaries , Legally Blonde

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I write fanfics for The Outsiders!

So please request!!

See ya Girlies!

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I desperately need someone to write more Gay Outsiders fanfics 😔 I found some but y/n was supposed to be big and buff (i’m a 4’11” trans boy) and all of the ones I could find were like that… I AM NOT 6’2” AND I DO NOT HAVE BIG MUSCLES AND I DO NOT WEAR UGLYASS SWEATERS AND I DO NOT ACT LIKE A COMPLETE DOUCHE. thank you for listening to me rant :3

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How is he so pretty…