HES SOOOO FINE 😭💗

He’s literally adorbs!! Thank you sm!!💗 😭

Hii!! Congrats on 100 that’s such a huge milestone!! 💗 I would like to request…

Never let me go by Lana Del Rey

(Also one of my favs btw)

My aesthetic: So I love fashion and clothes sm! I always like to be dressed up and I love to wear the shabby chic style. I’m always wearing light colors, lace tanks, but I do sneak a little red in there too! My nails are always French tip, pink or red. I like to curl my hair most of the time but if I’m feeling lazy I’ll just straighten it.

Description: I have blonde hair that I get done. I have blue eyes and a circular face 😒. I have rosacea so my face always look red/pink. I have that short and curvey body type since I’m 5’0. But that’s ok since I learned to love myself! 💗

Personality: I’m very outgoing and I don’t care what people say/think about me. I’m confident and have the mindset of no one should mess with me. I’m probably the loudest person in the room but I do like to keep to myself a lot. I love meeting new people and making new friends. When I do first meet someone I like to make them feel they’ve known me for years even if I met them two seconds ago. I’m definitely a girls girl. I believe in girls bringing girls up instead of brining them down. I’ll always pick my girls over any boy any day.

Hobbies: I love to dance! I do competitive dancing and I also do Kickline! I love to draw and write. I also like to listen/collect vinyl and read books!

Extra: I’m obsessed with Marilyn Monroe. She’s been my muse since I was 5. I like to listen to Lana Del Rey, Rihanna, Madonna, Britney Spears, any oldies. My favorite colors are pink and red! 💗

Thank you sm!! Once again, congrats on 100!! 💕

soda would literally adore u bby

Soc! reader or Girly! reader would definitely have a picture of Dallas likes this…

(This is my photo and my man)

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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𐙚My OC’s Aesthetic𐙚

I would climb the highest mountain and cross the skies above

I would write in flaming letters “You’re my one and only love”

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I don’t want him, I need him. I swear there isn’t any other man out there like Matt Dillon and that sickens me! I need to clone him rn…or a Time Machine.

so why wasn’t he on my doorstep on feb 14???

Girlies!!

I won’t be posting for a while bc I got my regents and finals coming up next week and after then. So I’ll be studying until then..I’ll post when they’re all finally done!

Love you all! 💗

-marilyn-girly (Adri)

Needed to hear this 😚

don’t worry about them hon, your so lana del rey million dollar man live in 2012 performance, 50s retro café, cola in a glass bottle, bambi eyes, sylvia path, poetry, marilyn priscilla, coquette bows vintage americana angel coded, they will never be like you. 🤍🦢✨🎀

Thank you for the tag!! @imausteja

m - my girl by the temptations

a - angel by shaggy

r - ruby tuesday by the rolling stones

i - i can dream, can’t I? by cass elliot

l - love by nancy adams

y - you’re so vain by carly simon

n - november rain by guns n’ roses

g - gangsta boy by lana del rey

i- i’m every woman by chaka khan

r - running up that hill by kate bush

l - layla by derek & the dominos

y - you don’t own me by lesley gore

I have a really mixed up music taste but I doubt you could see that here

tags: @seilahdiaries @pintrestgrl @dinerdweller @reddcrayonn @planetscobell (no pressure!) 💗

♱ *ೃ.⋆ username tag game!

pick a song starting with each letter of your username ♡

j → jesse's girl by rick springfield. a → army dreamers by kate bush. m → más duele by andrés calamaro. e → elevator man by oingo boingo. s → spanish eyes by elvis presley. d → doll parts by hole. e → everybody loves somebody by dean martin. a → all shook up by elvis presley. n → nope your too late i already died by wifiskeleton. b → boarding school by lana del rey. b → beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon. y → yes sir, i can boogie by baccara.

tagging : ( @johnnycadesmuse , @johnnycadesslut , @twobitsblade , @r0seb100d , @kahkie )