dallas winston imagines

wounds

Dally and you had just gotten home from going out. He had gotten into a fight which left him with a few cuts.

"Let's go get you cleaned up in the bathroom."

"I'm alright doll, I just need a shower." Dal says running his fingers through his hair.

"No, you have to treat those cuts or they might get infected,"you insist, opening the bathroom mirror to the first aid stuff.

"I said I'm fine. I don't need any of that," he says waving his hand lazily at the supplies.

"Would you quit acting all tough and just let me help you?" You say annoyed by his stubbornness. You get up onto the sink and tell him to come closer. He stands in between your legs and rests his hands on your thighs. Holy. You didn't know why you still got so nervous sometimes under his touch. You two had been together for a while now yet Dally has never failed to make you feel like how you did when you two first started going out. Butterflies and all. Dally smirks noticing immediately your reaction and starts rubbing his hands slowly up and down your thighs. You ignore it and start to clean some of the cuts on his face with rubbing alcohol. He winces at the burn and pulls away. He starts cursing under his breath.

"Don't be a baby and come here." You pull his face back towards you. You continue to clean the cuts until he pulls away again sucking in a sharp breath. You sigh.

"It hurts, Y/n." Sounds almost like he's whining. You laugh thinking about how similar he sounds to Ponyboy when you help clean him up.
"Why are you laughin? You think this is funny?" he says clearly unamused which makes you laugh even harder. He starts glaring and you bite your lip to stop.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more gentle." You say containing anymore laughs. You apply the medicine on the deeper ones of the cuts and put away the first aid. "All done," you say pecking him on the nose.

"That shit hurts more than when I actually got the cuts," he sighs.

You laugh and he grabs you by the waist to help you down from the sink.

"Are you gonna stay the night?" You ask him trying not to sound too hopeful. He nods and you can't help but smile widely.

"You like it that much when I spend the night with ya?" he teases.

"Yes as a matter of fact, I do." It might sound clingy but you knew that he liked the reassurance. He chuckles and kisses your temple.