a/n: so ya girl got bored few weeks ago and probably read every outsiders headcanon she could find and got some inspiration so here ya go 🙂
warning: dallas winston yes dallas himself is a warning
^ you getting decimated by dallas 🙂
“Put some socks on,” Dallas Winston, Tulsa’s infamous hood, grumbled at me.
I was at Buck’s place, more specifically in Dallas’ room upstairs, getting ready for a round of sleep (and some cuddling on my part). We were attending yet another party (that is still going beneath us) at the bar, but we weren’t down there that long.
An hour and few flirty attempts from some sleazy guys later and I found myself being roughly dragged upstairs. Dallas large and warm hand was wrapped around my wrist and quiet profanities were streaming out of his mouth while he was stomping up the wooden stairs.
He then tugged me into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. Ripping his shirt off his shoulders he turns to his closet, where he just tosses the shirt in.
“Why?” I ask while slowly taking my jacket off. I was wearing heels, so no socks on me.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape Dally after he locked the door. Though I didn’t mind staying.
Dallas walks over to his dresser next to his closet and rips open a drawer. He’s such a drama queen when he is jealous. Always exaggerating his movements to convey his frustration. He has once ripped out a drawer due to pure frustration and it didn’t help that it wouldn’t go back in.
He takes out a pair of his socks and tosses them at me. “I don’t want to feel your cold feet against my back tonight, already suffered enough of those paws yesterday,” he grumbled.
He quickly takes of his jeans and lays down on his bed, turning his back to me.
I roll my eyes and set down the socks on the nightstand. I’m not a monster and I will not wear socks to bed, not even if Dallas Tucker Winston tells me to.
Grabbing a shirt from Dallas’ closet, I change in the bathroom.
Once I finished cleaning up, I exit the bathroom, put my clothes on Dallas’ dresser and quietly make my way to the bed. I knew Dallas wasn’t asleep by the lack of loud snoring coming from him.
As I crawl under the covers I lightly smack Dally’s butt, which causes him to groan with frustration and slightly looks over his shoulder with a glare. I shoot him with my most innocent smile. Dallas just huffs and turns back around.
“Ah come on Texas. Stop being jealous and let me show you that you’re the only guy I like,” I whisper into his ear.
Dally just keeps his eyes shut.
“Ohh I’m getting the cold shoulder treatment. Alright. I can give something cold back!”
Quickly I get under the covers and press my ice cold feet against Dally’s warm back.
“COME ON MAN! I SAID STOP IT WITH THE FEET!” Dally yells while arching his back away.
Giggling I pursue him with my feet.
“I’m gonna fall of the damn bed if ya don’t stop!”
Dallas reaches behind him and grabs both my ankles, stopping me from pressing into his back. A light smirk graces his face at his victory.
Quickly he turns around and reaches over my to the socks laying on the dresser. His face lingered for a little above mine, his warm breath fanning my lips. His smirk grew wider and I can feel a blush forming on my cheeks.
Dallas slowly leans down, his lips now grazing along mine. Before I could land a sweet kiss on his lips he tugs away, his socks grasped in his hands,
“That’s not fair Dally!” I whine.
Dallas chuckles and shrugs. He unravels the socks and holds out a hand.
“What?” I ask.
One of Dallas’ eyebrows shoot up and waves his hand impatiently. I still don’t understand what he wants. Rolling his eyes Dallas reaches again under the covers and grabs for one of my ankles and tugs it out from underneath.
Surprisingly Dallas gently puts the way too large sock on my foot, tugging it far up my leg. He does the same to my other foot.
“There, now you’re slightly less annoying,” Dallas says with a smug grin.
I open my mouth with fake offense and cross my arms.
“You’re always so mean to be.”
Suddenly Dallas grabs me, this time by my waist, and pulls me into his broad chest and lays down.
“Shut you broad and go to sleep. I’m tired.”
I grin into his warm chest and begin to trace nonsense into his back. He refuses to admit it but he loves when I do that.
“Alright Tex.”
With one quick kiss on the forehead from Dallas I fall asleep.
a/n: so i hoped this was somewhat okay. i haven’t written one shots in like two years so i feel like i’m not as good at it anymore as i used to be, but i think this is halfway decent. btw this headcanon is inspired by thelonesomepeanut here on tumblr (so go check them out!).
tbh i have always headcanoned that dallas’ is the type of person with a unusually high body temperature so he’s very sensitive to anything cold, so he’s the perfect person to warm your cold feet on.
ooo okay lemme try! I’ve always had a hard time writing anything for Dally, cause I don’t think I have a good enough grasp of his character. But here we go anyways!
– let’s just be honest, he has always hated the idea of being a parent
– we all know he doesn’t like kids
– but I think that he’s just scared, because his own father is a piece of shit and Dally doesn’t want to be like that to his own kid. He’s scared of that, being like his father. it’s probably one of the only things he’s scared of. He doesn’t wanna give his kid a shitty childhood like he had.
– I feel like after the baby is born, he’s one of those people who can’t stand the sound of babies crying, to the point where it gives him anxiety attacks (literally me)
– but he mainly doesn’t like it because he feels like he’s doing something wrong
– so he works on finding smart ways to get the baby to stop crying, and is really proud of himself when it works.
– honestly if dally were to stay around for the kid, I feel like the kid would grow on him eventually
– this boy deadass probably would try to use common sense on his two-year old, and, well, he sort of has a bit of trouble grasping the fact that they can’t understand him
– like he knows they can’t, but that doesn’t stop him from using adult knowledge with the kid.
– one of those dads who only lets their kids wear clothing like their own until they’re old enough to decide what they want to wear
– IF WE’RE BEING HONEST, I FEEL LIKE DALLY’D HAVE ISSUES WITH PUNISHING HIS BABY
– ESPECIALLY IF IT’S A BABY GIRL
– his baby girl/boy & you are literally his favorite things in the world
– and if a boy baby even breathes around his princess, he’ll throw hands
– probably feels self conscious about his parenting ways since he doesn’t really know what he’s doing
– but you reassure him he’s doing great and you couldn’t have asked anything more of him
Title: The Drive-In Fandom: Stranger Things Word Count: 1,255 Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Smut Notes: Inspired by one of the lovely @v-writings‘s suggestions 💜
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