I Don’t Want Him, I Need Him. I Swear There Isn’t Any Other Man Out There Like Matt Dillon And That

Girlies!!

Here are some ideas of the different writing I will be posting! I already posted Norman F Rockwell! 😚

You guys can send different ideas/asks too! Just send and I’ll write! 💗

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

OH MY GAWD HES SO FINEEE 🤭

his voice omg

Briana

Holly

Robinson

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Full name : Briana Holly Robinson

Nicknames : Bri , Bestie B, BB, Fire cracker

Age : 16

Birthday : December 5 , 1949

Gender : Female

Height : 5’5

Class : Soc

Relationship : Single but used to have a crush on Dallas Winston…

Personality : Bri is a firecracker! She can be quiet once second but completely explode in the next. She’s a complete girls girl and will always - try - to be supportive of who you decide to date. She might get a bit jealous at times but will always tell you what’s wrong or how she feels. Be prepared to hold her back when someone decides to run her mouth about one of her friends. Overall she’s a great friend and won’t let boys get in the way of her friendships with her friends. Besties over boys any day!

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The diner was filled with Socials or the people we call Socs. Our waitress was at another table talking to her friends. Dallas couldn’t stop looking over at her from time to time. I don’t think he noticed that me and Johnny would catch him staring like a creep. Our waitress, Adriana, looked back at us before hurrying over. She apologized to us before taking our orders. We gave her our order and before we knew it she went to go get our drinks.

Dallas then started to say some nasty things about Adri and before we knew it the Soc Adriana was talking to earlier was standing infront of our table. She had black hair that was straightened. Her face was filled with anger and annoyance. Dallas looked at the Soc and grinned giving her a wink.

“Don’t you wink at me! I just heard what you said about my best friend. Don’t you know who I am?”

Dallas laughed and raised his eyebrows.

“No, but I’ll be happy too if you let me buy you a drink.”

The girls face scrunched in disgust before placing her hands on her hips.

“Well I’m Briana and you should not be talking about Adriana like that - at all - ! You are a scumbag-”

Before she started to curse out Dallas into next week Adriana showed up with our drinks. Briana smiled at Adriana before glancing back at Dallas and pointing her finger at him.

“This..thing! This thing was just saying that…”

Briana just went on and on about what Dallas said and he didn’t do anything about it. He just looked at Adriana with a grin on his pale face. Adri’s face morphed into shock and embarrassment? She shook her head and placed four drinks down on the table. Briana looked back at Dallas before giving him a warning.

“Say shit like that about her again and I swear the cops will be looking for your body for weeks!”

Briana then left the table but her eyes never did. I’ve never seen a girl act like that. She’s tough - nobody ever talks to Dal that way.

- Ponyboy Curtis 1964

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Bri is friends with everybody! She knows everybody’s business and everyone’s secrets. But her closest friends are Adriana and Jessie. She’s always buying them things and hosting sleep overs no matter the occasion. Bri says she doesn’t have time for boys but everybody knows she’s got them all wrapped around her perfect manicured finger.

Bri sort of knows about the greaser gang that Adri hangs out with. Bri of course knows who Dallas Winston is for two reasons. He’s the annoying grease that one of her best friends is obsessed with. But also because she liked Dallas for so long, she thinks those feelings have gone away. Maybe.

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Did ya hear what that broad was saying to me at the diner? She’s a hot head, that’s for sure. I’ve been with broads like that before. They’re fucking crazy, man. Don’t mess with firecracker unless you’re me. If she ever speaks to me like that again I’ll smack that mouth off her face. Swear to god. But damn it’s hot seeing a girl talk like that. Who knew a Soc girl could be so sexy when she’s angry? You know, if that was my girl, I would’ve made her put that mouth to use instead of blabbering about shit she wishes I could do to her.

- Dallas “Dally” Winston 1964

BB? I love her so much! She’s so gorgeous and so sweet! Last night we had a sleep over at her place and she got a new Beach Boys record! Ugh their voices are so hot! Anyway, I love that girl with all my heart. She’s helped me so much since I’ve moved from New York. She always visits me at the diner, always buys me things and always supports me. She’s like a sister to me. You gotta come to one of her sleepovers, they’re so much fun!

- Adriana “Adri” Baker 1964

Bestie B is so confident. I swear when I walk with her on the street I can see heads turning by as we walk past. I swear it’s because she’s so gorgeous in her own way but maybe it’s because she’s walking with me. When we started being friends she would give me money so I’d be able to buy lunch at school. She also has been giving me some of her old clothes I resist but it’s tempting! She’s gorgeous and I swear wish I were her!

- Jessie “Jess” Jackson 1964

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These boots are made for walkin’

and that just what they’ll do

One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all over you

“I hate you.” “Keep telling yourself that, doll.” “Go to hell!”

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Likes: Shopping, Sleepovers, Nightgowns, Magazines, Pepsi, Jewelry, Spending time with friends, Fresh manicures, Vanilla milkshakes, Elvis..duh!

Dislikes: Dallas Winston, Annoying people, Running out of money, Chipped nails, Dirty bedrooms, Smell of Gasoline.

Fav Artsists: The Supremes, The Beach Boys, The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Nancy Sinatra, Franki Valli, The Rolling Stones, Audrey Hepburn.

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Backstory: Briana was born and raised in Tulsa Oklahoma on the rich side. She grew up with a loving mother and father until they started fighting more..and more. They divorced when she was ten. She still lives in the same house she’s grown up in but with her dad and step mom. Bri’s mother left after the divorce and ran to California to follow her dreams as a painter. Bri still keeps in contact with her mother but she just wishes things were like they used to be.

Bri’s step mom is okay. Bri doesn’t like her that much since she’s nothing like her mom, no one will ever replace her. That’s why Bri has a bit of hatred towards her father because how could he just replace her mom like that? Bri is an only child and she’s okay with that, it just means she has more time for her friends. Bri met Adriana and Jessie at school since they all had gym class together. They wanted no part in it. Briana didn’t care that Jessie was considered a greaser, all that mattered was if she was sweet.

Bri was forced to meet the greaser group by Adri when they all accidentally came to the same drive in at the same time. They were somewhat okay with Bri. Briana had mixed feelings about the group but she thinks they all have..potential? Except Soda - he’s hot.

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My Roman Empire

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I literally can’t stop thinking abt the end of “Shakespeare”..I’ve been heartbroken by it for a year now.“Before my time” is such an amazing one too!! I love that whole series and was so heartbroken too!! Also please check out “In another life” by @callme-holly ! Her writings are so amazing please show some love!! 💕

All these writers are amazing and so talented please go show some support to them on Wattpad or if they have a blog on tumblr!! 💗

hi! maybe you can write about “the way things go” by beabadoobee with soda or darry! please :)

@whitemanswh0r3

Of course!!! I actually had ideas for the both of them but I choose…

The Way Things Go…

~Sodapop C x reader~

warnings: war, death, angst, etc.

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And there’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

You had your eye on Soda for a while now, always have and always will. But the worse part is he isn’t even yours. He’s Sandy’s. She’s pretty but it doesn’t make up for her personality. You’ve caught her talking to Tony during gym and you were itching to tell Soda when school ended. But of course she got to him first, he’d never belive you anyway. Sandy’s his girlfriend you aren’t.

But that changed when she got pregnant and moved to Florida in ‘65. You knew it was Tony’s baby but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that then or ever. Now you’ve gotten his attention that you’ve been longing for since high school. By now Soda would have already been engaged to Sandy since the class of ‘66 had graduated three years back. You wonder if Soda had ever had the same thoughts about you as he did with Sandy.

The record spun round and round as it played the soft hum of “I’ll be seeing you” by Jimmy Durante. Soda had his eyes on yours as you both swayed together to the slow, romantic song. You smiled softly as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I love you, Pepsi-Cola.”

He grinned when you confessed to him the words you have many times before.

“I love you too..that’s why I gotta tell you somethin’.”

You raised your eyebrows at that. He seems happy..is he actually doing it? Is he proposing?

“I..got drafted. I’m gonna be fightin’ in Vietnam..”

You froze as he said that. Your whole world felt like it had crashed. You knew about the war going on, everyone did, but you didn’t think he would get drafted.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry, everything will be ok. I’ll write to you everyday and it’ll be like I never left.”

You shook your head and you felt the tightness in your throat and the sting in your eyes.

“No, Soda. This isn’t alright! You can’t just tell me you’ve gotten drafted to war and say everything will be ok.”

He shook his head and cupped his hands around your face to make you look up at him. He was hurting as much as you were but you knew he’d never show it, he had to stay strong.

“Shh..I promise I’ll make it back to my girl. I love you, you know that I always keep my promises.”

He tried to smile at you but his chin quivered as your glossy eyes met his. You knew this draft would affect your relationship, but you’ll never know how until the day comes.

Can’t remember how to say your name

Let alone count all the freckles on your face

A distant memory that I used to know

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

The train station is crowded it’s like the whole town is here and you can’t help but wander how it’ll be like when it’s time to pick them up four years from now. You fiddle with your necklace around your neck as you watch Sodapop say goodbye to each of his buddies one by one. Your heart aches as you watch Soda’s face. He’s smiling but it never meets his eyes. His eyes aren’t bright like they usually are and you doubt they’ll ever be again.

You shift on your feet as Soda stands infront of you. He puts his duffel bag down on the ground next to him and he tilts his head as he looks at you. He’s already wearing his uniform.. military uniform. You feel like you’re going to break down right now and you belive Soda feels the same exact way.

“Soda, let’s just run away! Come on, let’s go now. Let’s just ditch this whole thing-”

He shook his head and cupped your face with one hand so he could wipe away any stray tears.

“We can’t. I can’t.”

The train horn blew once again and your stomach turned. You shake your head and the tears pool in your eyes.

“Soda, don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”

You begged him to stay but all he could do was pull you into his arms and let you cry into his chest. Your hands clung to his body like it could keep him there with you until forever. He pulled back just a bit to see your face. He smiled and grabbed something out of his pocket.

“Hey…I got somethin’ for ya. I want you to have it so if you ever miss me you can wear it.”

He pulled out a ring box and he opened it. It’s a ring band..an engagement ring.

“Soda…”

He looked like he was going to break down but he kept his smile as he looked at you, the smile never meeting his eyes. He took the ring out of the small box and put it on your finger.

“When I get back we’ll get married. I’ll make it fancier than somethin’ like this train station. Promise.”

You looked down at the ring on your finger before tackling him into another hug. But that was cut short by the conductor blowing the horn and yelling for people to get on the train. Jerk.

“Don’t go!”

Soda quickly grabbed his duffle bag before running to the train. You stifled a laugh but the tears ran down your face. He got on the train and the gang stayed with you, of course they would. You all stared at the train but your head snapped when you heard your name from an open train window and a smiling Sodapop Curtis.

“Bring her up here, I never got to give a proper goodbye to my girl!”

You laughed and hurried over. The group helped you up and your lips connected with your lovely boyfriends. You wished this could have lasted forever but nothing good ever does.

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Soda grins against your lips before leaning back.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

The train horn whistles a final blow before it starts moving against the tracks. The boys hoist you down and Sodas head still sticks out the train window. He puts his arm out too which lead to him waving like crazy.

“I’ll write to ya’ll!! Keep a Coke in the icebox until I come back!”

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

Can’t remember when you said you called

Miles away and it’s still my fault

The love you said you had, it sometimes showed

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

The letters flowed from week to week. You loved reading how Sodapop got along with all his new buddies and it made you smile. You read about how much he missed you, how he longed for these four years to be over so he could come back home and get married…

Three years and six months. That’s how long Soda has been in Vietnam and now you’ve got about a thousand letters in a huge box dedicated to him. But one day in June the letters just stopped. You waited and waited for just a letter. One letter is all you need but it never came.

You sat on the Curtis brothers porch in the hot weather of July. You fidgeted with the engagement ring on your finger. Your mind drifts off as you stare down at your ring. You imagine the life you are going to have with him but your dreams are cut off by six boots infront of you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Soda?”

But when you lift your head up you’re met with three sorrowful soldiers. One soldier infront holding a military uniform with the name tag “Soda Curtis”.

He sure did keep his promise of coming back but not in the way you expected. The Coke that’s in the ice box will never be touched because that’s the very last thing Soda told the gang to do. You now have his military uniform and the shining band around your finger you vowed to never take off. You just wish he had something of yours so in his final moments he’d always have apart of you…

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

There’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

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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!!

Outfits I’d wear in

~ The Outsiders ~

I’d wear this to the diner where you get the most delicious mint chip ice cream and strawberry milkshakes with my girlies. The shift dress is nice and movable for when the jukebox is playing the best of Lesly Gore and The Beach Boys. The sunglasses are for the hot weather in Tulsa and to push my hair out of my face. My hair would be perfectly curled and have a small beehive in the back since I would want the best hair in all of Tulsa.

I’d wear this on a windy Tulsa day as I visit the greaser gang. I’d talk to Ponyboy about the new movie I saw or help Darry clean up the kitchen. I’d try to subtly sneak glances at the juvenile greaser that is smoking so freely in everybody’s faces. My dress is light and airy so I won’t sweat as much as I try to beat the boys in a card game. My hair is put back so no one would try to mess it up..Two-bit.

I’d wear this to hang out in the lot or simply go to Bucks bar with the gang. I’d wear the jeans just to stay subtle and not bring attention that a preppy girly is with a bunch of greasers. I’d wear the heels to stay classy and to match my shirt. My hair would be softly curled but held back with a headband so when I’m dancing to the Stones my hair won’t get in my face.

I’d wear this on a rainy day in Tulsa. I’d make trips to the library or simply to the record store to check out the new Supremes album. The Gogo boots help with keeping my feet dry during the rainy day. The dress helps keep me warm and fashionable throughout my whereabouts through different stores. The hat helps my hair stay dry but also fashionable. My hair is put back so the wind won’t push my hair into my glossy lips.

I’d wear this to bed and subtly stay up late waiting for Dallas to sneak through my window. My record player will be on softly playing Sinatra as I flip through one of my many Vogue magazines. My hair would be pinned up in curlers before bed so in the morning my hair would be softly curled. My nightgown is soft and silky so when I go to sleep I’ll be comfortable and feel like a princess.