shopping headcanons | DW
✄ since dally likes to approve what you wear, you often force him to go shopping with you.
✄ “this is my valuable fucking time you’re wasting here,” dally starts as you honk your horn in traffic.
✄ “the girls are busy! you’re the only one left, dal!”
✄ dally acts like he doesn’t care and hates it, but he secretly enjoys being in the packed malls with bright lights and tons of people.
✄ “see that guy over there? loser fucking checked you out. that’s why I say no to the shit that you pick out.”
✄ dally thinks he’s slick af pressing a dress up to you as a way of trying it on, but feeling you up in the process.
✄ “see with this shit,” he holds up a set of undergarments, “it can be as sexy as I want and no one’ll see. get me?”
✄ reminding dal that you need tops, dresses, and skirts not lingerie.
✄ “no, dally, it’s not pronounced linger-y.”
✄ “baby, how ‘bout this?”
✄ old ladies giving dirty looks as dallas cheerfully holds up red and black lace everything.
✄ dally awkwardly pacing — when lingerie isn’t around.
✄ dallas winston has surprisingly good taste.
✄ “what? fuck no. that blouse thing with this skirt.”
✄ you look pretty in red, blue, black, pink… shit, also white. and — oh, that’s all the colors, ain’t it?“
✄ “you’re gonna model all those for me later, right?”
✄ “you can cover all the underwear, winston. didn’t bring enough money for it.”
✄ dally a l w a y s pays.
✄ “hurry up!”
✄ if you take too long trying on your clothes dally invites himself inside the dressing room.
✄ this is not good.
✄ well, it feels good. but it’s fair to say what happens in those dressing rooms is not good.
✄ “fuck, remind me never to go shopping with your ass again. okay?”
a/n: if you read this, you’d know it mentioned dally “allowing” the reader to wear things. know that this was not serious, but written as pure fluff.
do not let anyone tell you what you can and cannot wear because as a person, you have the right to express yourself however you want!
thank you, guys!