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matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛

· ˚ ༘ ♡ i'll crawl home to her

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 work song by hozier

warnings: blood, talks of fighting , suggestive if you squint

the sound of crickets chirped outside of your window as you slept softly, dreaming of nothing except an occasional flash of a soft memory that you once lived.

as your body fell in to a deeper and deeper sleep, it took you a while to hear the tapping outside of your window. the crickets could no longer be heard as the sound of tapping got louder and more aggressive, followed by a few whispers of what sounded like somebody saying your name.

you rubbed your eyes, still in a stupor as you climbed out of bed, dragging your feet toward the source of the disruptive noise.

you open your lace curtains to see your boyfriend Johnny sitting on the roof of your garage next to your window, waiting patiently for you to let him in. "hey baby" he smirked at you, climbing into your room after you opened the window a bit more so that he could fit. "you okay? is it your parents" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

it had occurred to him that he had awoken you from your beauty sleep, it had also occurred to him that you had forgotten about him.

after every rumble, instead of going to the Curtis home to get patched up, he would come to you. it became a ritual for the both of you, a moment of shared intimacy as you mended his wounds and kissed them better before snuggling to sleep or talking all night.

he walked over to your bedside table to click on the lamp, basking the room in a soft warm glow, allowing you to see him better. you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth as you realised why he was here.

it's not that you had forgotten your ritual as you knew there was a rumble that he would be attending that night. you had planned to stay up and wait for him, a first aid kit by your bedside as you sat in the dark and allowed time to pass. unfortunately, too much time had passed, causing you to fall asleep. now, as your battered and bruised boyfriend stood before you, an immense wave of guilt washed over you.

"i'm so sorry honey! I fell asleep because I waited-" but before you could finish your ramblings, Johnny cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hand on your waist. he grimaced into the kiss as the cut on his lip was too deep to ignore, but just your lips on his already started to make it feel better.

"it's okay baby, I know you didn't forget. even if you had, it wouldn't matter to me. just as long as i'm here with you." he smiled, cupping your face with your hands.

you placed a kiss on his forehead before leading him to your bed. he sat down on the mattress, unlacing his shoes before placing them at the end of your bedpost. he shrugged his jacket off and threw it on top of his shoes. "you wanna change?" you asked as you got the first aid kit ready, gesturing to the bottom drawer of your dresser where you kept some extra clothes for him.

he nodded, standing up and pulling the drawer open, pulling out a pair of pyjama shorts. he slipped off his clothes, keeping only his boxers on.

after getting changed and adding his clothes to the pile, he sat back down on your bed, waiting for you to finish prepping. "you know..." he began, rubbing his neck, "you don't gotta do all that. i'm fine with just a bandaid or something"

you gave him a look before softly laughing before returning back to your station, dipping your "tools" into alcohol to sterilise them as by the looks of it, Johnny would be needing stitches.

some rumbles were worse than others as some would require a simply cleaning of the knuckles and a bandaid on the cheek, or there were others that were like the ones tonight. those rumbles were brutal, the kind of ones that were messier and rougher. and it seemed to you that Johnny may have gotten the worst of it.

after you finished prepping, you turned back to him to make an examination. you studied his body, seeing that there were a few bruises on his torso that were already started to grow darker. his knuckles were raw, so raw that it made you cringe.

on his face, the damage was worse. his eye was swollen, surrounded by a ring of dark purple, almost black. his cheek was cut open on the other side of his face, though not worse than the cut he got that was now replaced by the scar on the opposite side. his lip was busted open, blood somewhat smudged from your previous display of affection. "okay.." you whispered as you grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it in some alcohol. "you already know this, but it's gonna hurt."

"yeah I know" he said, stroking a hand over your hair as you got on your knees in front of him. you caught him smirking, making you raise an eyebrow.

"what?"

"this kinda reminds me of something" he chuckled, making you slap his chest, causing him to let out a loud hiss in pain.

"sorry baby" you gasped, though he was still smiling. you kissed the spot before returning your attention back to his hands. he made a fist with his hands, allowing you to see all of the cuts and deeper areas. you studied them for a moment before you began to dab the cotton onto his wounds. he groaned in pain, clenching his teeth as well as his knuckles. "I know baby, I know"

after a few hisses and a few more groans, you had finished with his knuckles and moved on to the next thing which was his chest.

"okay baby, you might need to stand for this okay? you think you can?"

"yeah, I ain't disabled." he laughed, making you chuckle. "I think one of my ribs is bruised, maybe I even broke one."

"nah, if you broke one you'd be in a lot more pain." you said as you looked closely at the dark spots. "i'm gonna touch your chest okay?" you informed him and he nodded in response.

after this many sessions of playing doctor, you had learned a lot. you also got to know his body better. certain areas made Johnny flinch or shiver, others made him lean into your touch more. the chest was a grey area as it depended on the damage that had been done. tonight, it was on the more intense side.

as you began to press on his torso where his ribs hid, he cringed at the sensation, but didn't yelp. "okay, I think they're only bruised"

"that's good, yeah?" he asked somewhat nervously.

"well, if you consider having bruised ribs good then, yes."

after wrapping a bandage around his torso, you moved onto his face. "so.." you began as you started to clean his cut. "who won?"

"us" he smirked proudly, "man, it was close though. you know, at one point some Soc tackled me and I thought that I was a goner, but then-" as he recounted moments of glory and others of defeat, you couldn't help but admire your beautiful boyfriend.

you smiled whenever his face lit up in excitement or even when he scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. but the best part of it all was that he was okay, and that he was here with you.

after a few more stories exchanged and more cotton pads used, he was fully mended.

you stood up in front of him, tossing the trash into the bin that was next to your bedside table. Johnny pulled you back into his, his chin on your tummy as he looked at you in adoration. you smiled back down at him, stroking your fingers through his dark hair.

he looked at you mischievously before he slowly lifted up your shirt, laying open mouth kisses all over your stomach.

you giggled at the tickling sensation before straddling his lap. you tucked a stray strand behind his ear as your both stared deeply into one another's eyes. "thank you."

"for what?" you asked confused as the both of you got settled under the covers, your head on his chest.

"for everything."

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࿔ * ･ romeo's daddy

— older!dallas x reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 romeo's daddy by ethel cain

warnings: language

the billiard balls clanked against one another on top of the velvet red pool table, half empty beers and ash trays sitting the ledges. you stood behind the bar, observing the game whilst absent mindedly serving customers.

the bar was somewhat quiet as it was a weeknight— old men coming down after a long day of work for a drink, shooting it back without flinching before putting back on the old cowboy hat and walking out.

you could hear the dialogue shared between opponents, insults and dirty comments being tossed at one another.

you heard another customer enter, not bothering to look up as you polished a few glasses. they didn't even glance at the bar before heading straight to the pool room, greeting their friends with pats on the back and clasped hands.

a few minutes later, you heard yelps coming from the other room. you looked over to see one of the players cheering triumphantly, the other rolling their eyes and shaking them off as they slipped their hand into their back pocket, pulling out their wallet and dishing out a few bills. you smiled slightly at this interaction, finding it kind of endearing to watch people have a friendly game of pool.

the winner, a huge shit eating grin on his face, yells "who wants to challenge me?" everyone chuckles at his cocky attitude until one man steps out from behind the wall that was covering one of the corners of the room, his aura dark and heavy.

"I will" he says, his voice gruff and deep, sending shivers down your spine. the other man's cocky attitude suddenly disappears, his ego clearly damaged from the other man's confidence. "so, what do ya' say?" the man begins, grabbing a pull stick and turning around, giving you a good look at his face.

jesus christ. he was gorgeous. you had never seen a man that beautiful, let alone a man that was on the older side. he looked to be about mid to late 40's, his bushy eyebrows scrunched together above his dark brown eyes, his plump lips in the shape of a smirk, and his brown hair was shaggy, but not too long.

"sure, Dallas." the man replied unenthusiastically, clearly having a distaste for the man. Dallas? you thought to yourself, that name sounds familiar?

you stared intently, now fully distracted by the game, or at least, one of the players. as he bent down to shoot a ball, he would slide the pole between his fingers as he lined it up, his rings slightly rubbing against the wood. you couldn't help but gawk at him and his beauty, even when other players were taking their turns, you would only stare at him. you studied his mannerisms and the way he played; when his opponents ball went in he would scratch his beard, he would bite his lip whenever he was thinking about what his next move would be, it was all calculated.

after a few more minutes of observing, you looked up at the clock to see that it was time to close the bar for the night. "shit" you mumbled under your breath. you looked around to see that, thankfully, the only people left in the bar were those playing and observing the pool game.

"hey!" you said as you walked into the pool area, grabbing everyone's attention. "the bars closed so, wrap up the game quick yeah?"

Dallas looked at you intently, his eyes hungry as he took in every part of you and your skimpy little outfit; a black lace crop top with shorts that left little to the imagination, big hoop earrings and a bold, dark red lip.

the others guys acknowledged your warning as you walked back to your station, wiping down the sticky wooden counter.

after fully cleaning up, you walk back in to see the final moments of the game, only 1 ball left each. the man slowly lined himself up, taking a shot only to miss horribly. everyone chuckled, including Dallas, the man scoffing before stepping back. the room goes quiet once again, your eyes fixated on Dallas's hands, the way his veins would become more pronounced when he would flex his fingers out, his finger pads close to the end of the skewer.

he lines up the shot, perfectly hitting his final ball into the corner pocket. him and his buddies begin to holler, celebrating his victory as the loser brings out his stack of cash that he had won only an hour or two before.

"alright boys, hit the road"

"yes ma'am" they all said, every one of them except for Dallas, who was now eye fucking you from across the room as he slid on his jacket. you attempted to ignore him, spinning on your heels and walking back to the bar.

you pretend to finish cleaning up, waiting for Dallas to leave. "hey.." he says, his voice scratchy. "how about a quick drink? you got bourbon?"

"sorry sir, we're closed for the night" you smiled, hands leaning on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage to which he showed no shame in staring at.

"come on, doll. one for the winner, yeah?" he says sweetly, his voice less intimidating than before. you both made eye contact for a few moments, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. you bit your lip as to not let a smirk appear, your fingernails tapping upon the wooden counter.

"fine" you sighed deeply, getting out a freshly cleaned class. "just this once though"

"yeah..." he said as he watched you pour the brown liquid, "just once" he mumbled, sounding as if he wasn't talking about the drink.

"so.. i've never seen you here before? you new in town?"

"not really. I live in Tulsa so i'm close by" he explained before taking a swig of his liquor. you nodded, cleaning your workspace with a damp rag for the 100th time as to not be awkward and stand there as the man drank.

"you were good out there." you complimented him, studying his face, now getting a closer look at his features.

"nah, that guy was a skeez. he sucked ass." he leans forward more, your faces almost touching as you leaned against the counter, you head in your hands, your cheeks flushed.

"yeah, maybe. I see him lose a lot so I think you're right."

"you work here often?"

"every night" you smiled, finally putting down the rag to engage in whatever he was going to say next.

"good." he said blankly before tossing the drink back and slamming the glass down. you raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching as he began walking toward the door.

"why is that good?"

"i'll be back tomorrow." he told you before walking out the door, leaving you alone and flushed in the empty bar.

being in a relationship w dallas winston is literally the song party 4 u by charlixcx (writing a story based on it rn)

his side profile, his jawlines, his nose, his eyes, his hair i'm boutta BUSTTTTT-

TW: Sexual Assault

so I watched Matt Dillon's new movie "Being Maria" where he plays Marlon Brando and I didn't realise how graphic it would be. The film is about Maria Schneider and her career and when she worked with Marlon Brando on "Last Tango in Paris". During a scene together, Marlon assaulted Maria by doing something sexual to her without her consent (I won't explain it on here because it's a bit graphic) but this scene was played out in the movie. Matt plays Marlon very well but I didn't expect them to show the assault scene as graphically as they did (it was graphic for me at least). The film itself is fine, but warning certain scenes can be triggering. I wanted to post this so people know what they're getting into and to give an honest review.

should've been me 💔

but side note, i can't tell how long they were together for cause the photo dates jump around yet they only dated for 2-4 years. they're still besties tho.. like she has a million photos of him on her insta and paints him often.

hi! just wanted to say i searched up ur wattpad user and couldn’t find it😭😭

hi! i'm sorry that my user name isnt showing. if you'd like you can search up some of my fanfics and see if they pop up.

this is lowkey cute, ty @avroravia for tagging me!

no pressure tags: @r0seb100d @johnnycadesslut @seilahdiaries

mutual tagged me in this little game, you just search up each word on pinterest and it’s how pinterest sees you !!

here’s mine :

tagged by : @roryheartz

tagging : @whoislynnie @sweetestfaiszts @faiztheap and whoever else is up for doing it!!

someone pls dm me so we can talk abt matt dillon cause he's so fine im knawing at the bars of my enclosure