#ft. dallas wexler

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@mctionsick said | when your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. / eden & dallas

she likes it best when it's just like this - the two of them interwoven in her small dorm bed, her roommate halfway across campus in someone elses bed, no stage or ice to pull them apart. they each have responsibilities, drawn to the limelight as they are, but when they're like this, she feels more special than she ever had before. "you are worth seeing," she reminds him, her hand absentmindedly drawing shapes against his chest. "you're the most special guy i've ever known, dallas. i'm just lucky you like me the same."

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“You were jealous,” she reminds him, “it was kind of cute. I haven’t had anyone jealous about me in a long time. It made me feel wanted.” She wraps her arms around him, a smile on her face. “But you have no reason for it. Marc and I are…”

She trailed off, because it was hard to explain what she and her husband were. Partners, parents, but the love had been long since gone, even before Nora was born. She was the reason they were stuck now, though, as much as she hated to admit it. “You don’t need their pools - mine always needs your attention and I pay very well. I might even need winter break help, when the time comes.” Their time together was limited, and even the thought of extending it past the summer was stupid, but sometimes - “if you need more cash for booze for the second semester, at least.”

"The home cooked meals have kinda dropped to my second priority when stopping by," Dallas laughs before kissing her again, highlighting the primary reason. Ever since they acted on their feelings he knew it was going to be something they couldn't come back from. A one time thing, turned into a series of mistakes, and that had somehow morphed into something dangerously close to love on Dallas's end.

He is briefly embarrassed by his behavior at the party, but he did kind of get what he wanted in the moment. "Yeah, do they also have pools that need to be cleaned? I could really make a fortune this summer," he jokes. "I am sorry for acting like a jack ass though. You didn't deserve that."

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@mctionsick​ said | send  💋  for  a  flirty  starter

it was a dangerous game she was playing; it wasn’t that life with marc was bad, necessarily, just...boring. they had a baby, and then he got busier with work, and suddenly it wasn’t about stella and marc. it was about his business, and nora, and while she would do anything for her baby girl, she needed attention too.

dallas was temporary. something to tease and flirt and occupy her time during the summer months while she was home with an infant and tempt fate with. asking him to do things like mow the line or clean her pool so she could spend time with someone attractive who seemed to be a little infatuated with her.

“thanks for doing this,” she said, appearing on the back deck with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses, little sandwiches already on the table. “take a break with me. i finally got nora down for her nap and could use some human interaction.”

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 / @mctionsick​

gabriella was growing more frustrated by the second as they argued. "no, you don't get it, dallas. if you keep getting in fights like that in the rink, playing rough when you don't need to... you will end up getting seriously hurt one of these days." she told him as she attended to the bruise on his shoulder which she could tell was only going to get worse in a few hours. once tending to dallas' injuries had become a almost a routine for her, she felt comfortable enough to frankly tell him how reckless he was being out there. as time passed and he didn't change his behaviour in the rink but gaby's feelings for him did, those frank conversations turned into full blown arguments.

"you want to be able to play for a long time, yes? that requires you to not get a concussion or permanent brain damage. don't you care about your health?" she asked, exasperated as she applied ice to the bruise. she worried about him every time she sat rink side and watched him play; every time someone slammed into him she could feel her heart sink into her stomach as she prayed it wouldn't result in a serious injury.

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@mctionsick said | spare blake & dallas , glory days verse, based on the last bullet point here.

it wasn't like the two of them had a lot of time together these days; she was busy with her extracurricular activities and classes, and he was swamped with practices and training and games and, theoretically classes ( and a girlfriend, but blake knew that she was also insanely busy. ) so when they did get together, blake took as much advantage of it as she could. his alarm went off, and she sighed, switching spots with him and allowing him to get comfortable now - their world history class was boring as well, but studying was a little easier with them taking turns reading aloud to the other. "are you sure we can't have a break yet?" she whined half heartedly, stroking her fingers through his hair as he laid his head on her lap. "i mean, there's a mcdonalds like, a block away. think about how delicious fries would be right now."

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"It was a position we both put ourselves in," she reminded him. "I was the one who waited until you were married to actually say anything." It was the worst decision she'd ever made, but at least it was out there - at least he knew how she felt. "We both made these choices and I've tried to keep my opinions out of your marriage but god, if you really leave her - I don't think anything could make me happier."

Those were terms Dallas could agree to. The next time they were together he wanted it to be so neither of them walked away with any shame about the situation. "I'll behave," he promises with a hint of a smirk. "I never should have put you in that position in the first place. I'm ready to clean up the mess I made though. To finally do things right."

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@mctionsick​ said |  “turn around” from dallas ( married ! dallas/maya ) 

maya didn’t bother to hide the smirk that toyed her lips - dallas was always like this when he went too long without seeing his little girlfriend; more aggressive, more confused, and it worked well in her favor. she did as he asked, though, pushing herself up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow in his direction - “you know you can have anything you want if you just ask nicely,” she teased lightly, letting her tongue dart across her lips as she took in his disheveled state. sure, their marriage was mostly for appearances - he was a good guy, too good, really - but this. well, maya was always a physical person. “if you want me to put on a dark wig and maybe use a breathier voice, i can accommodate that.” 

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DALLAS WEXLER AESTHETIC & STATS

basic information

full name: dallas winston wexler

nickname(s): D, dal, dally, wexler 

age: 20-24

date of birth: april 12th / aires 

hometown: leominster, ma. / verse dep

current location: usually a big city depending on verse.  LA.  Miami.  NYC.   

occupation: pro / semi pro athlete (baseball or basketball) / verse dep.  

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual (usually closeted) 

religion: catholic   

species: human  (mutant or supernatural verse available for plotting) 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: jacob elordi 

hair colour:  brown

eye colour: hazel 

height: 6 ft 5 in

piercings: right ear 

clothing style: athletic wear / athleisure.  in college verses he’s the dude alway repping his college team.  lots of track pants and basketball shorts.  colorful and solid color shirts.  clean sneakers.  in pro verses he’s in serious need of a stylist.  

usual expression:

HEALTH

addictions: n/a

drug use: pot in college, i’m not saying he’d be tempted by performance enhancement drugs but he would. 

alcohol use: heavily in college.  

illness:  undiagnosed ADHD 

PERSONALITY

positive traits: athletic, benevolent, caring 

negative traits: impatient, over confident, hypocrite 

hobbies: anything active, biking, volleyball, fishing, sports analytics.  

habits: has an intricate skin care routine, sneezes when nervous or anxious.  

FAVOURITES

weather: sunny day 

music: alt-rap/hip hop, electronic, a little bit on indie.  anything he can work out to.   

movies: comedies, action movies, super hero movies.  

books: reads a lot of sports history 

food: tw ed // has a difficult relationship with food thanks to him deriving most of his accomplishments through his athleticism.  obsessively counts calories but will never deny his mother’s cooking.  

FAMILY

father: hugh wexler.  police officer who divorced from dallas’s biological mother when dallas was nine.  held him to impossible standards and didn’t care about much of dallas’s life beyond his athletic accomplishments.  in verses where dallas is making some money from playing sports hugh often hits him up for money.  

mother: shannon king.  stay at home mom who worked as a bank teller after her divorce.  married a woman when dallas was in middle school which brought on a fair amount of teasing from his peers but he always stuck up for his family.  

step mother: tracey valdez.  social worker.  had three children of her own when she married shannon.  was the one who encouraged dallas to find an outlet in athletics and never missed a single one of his games.  

step siblings: carson valdez (11~), shelby valdez (14~), danielle valdez (16~).  dallas is fiercly protective of his siblings and keeps in touch with them often no matter the verse.  

OPEN VARIANT VERSES 

frat boy au.  dallas is your typical beer pong playing, weight training, skirt chasing frat boy.  

pro athlete au.  dallas is pro athlete at the top of his game (baseball, basketball, or hockey).

supernatural au.  dallas was bit by a werewolf and he’s not thrilled about it but he will play fetch with you.  

mutant au.  a clone of a super soldier (his father).  super strength + speed + hearing, infrared vision, and invulnerability.  

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His idea is genius, and Eden's smile brightens as she considers the implications - surely she can pull something like that together, make him disappear - just long enough for their director to 'accidentally' stumble in on her and Sadie rehearsing, to see what the show could truly become. "I will always come to parties for you," she hums, nuzzling her nose against his throat, her arms winding tighter around him. "I like being the girl on your arm. Having you show me off. And your parties are actually fun, unlike the drama department ones."

Dallas frowns as Eden explains the situation further, there were a couple legacy players on the team and sometimes it felt like he needed to work twice as hard just to get the same recognition. It wasn't until one of the guys got called up early that he really started shining out there on the ice. "If this guy is such a hotshot maybe he needs to think a better opportunity has come along," he says almost absentmindedly as he shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing too interesting," he grins, pulling her close. "We're throwing a little party this weekend. If you can pull yourself away from the stage long enough you should come." / @packagecfgirlyevil

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"Much easier said than done," she says, though she likes the thread Dallas is pulling at. "Drew's a legacy - his parents are big in the Broadway scene, and he's never going to get away with it. But getting Sadie into it - it would be a better story, having two female leads. Much more exciting than what we have right now, anyways." She beams his way. "You're full of incredible ideas, babe. Now, tell me what's happening in your world so I can help you too." / @mctionsick

Dallas can already recognize the wheels turning in her head, when Eden was passionate about something she undertook it completely. If it wasn't so endearing it would be a little scary. Dallas cranes his neck to place a kiss to the side of her face. "Sounds like you know what you gotta do. You need go get Drew to step down so this other guy can step up," he shrugs as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "If anybody can pull off a scheme like that it's you."

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"It's not about fun," she sighed, her nose scrunching in something akin to annoyance, but not quite there. "It's about the story, and Drew just...isn't a good storyteller. There's someone else I think would be perfect, but they just want to stay behind the scenes which is criminal, but it wouldn't make a difference anyways. Drew is their leading man - even if he's as boring as a box of doorknobs." She buried her face against his neck, frustration practically rolling off her skin. "I came here because they're supposed to be the best - but this production is going to be a joke, and all I can do is try and make sure my performance is strong enough to withstand it."

Dallas could understand her situation on some level. You were only as strong as your weakest teammate and in the end it didn't matter how incredibly talented Eden was when the other performances were falling flat. "Hey," Dallas pulls back to catch her gaze. "You're gonna get there. Maybe this play isn't going to be like a huge step, but it's not nothing. It's like the time I hurt my shoulder and the only sport I could join was frisbee golf. I mean, are you at least having fun?"

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A small sigh escapes her; "better, I suppose, but if Drew is going to be my co-star, there's no way any recruiter is going to bother showing up. There's no passion in their performance - it's like acting with a brick wall." The set girl, Sadie, was a much better substitute - rehearsing with her made Eden feel the rush, the joy at playing a story - in comparison, the person the director chose fell flat on their face. "We're supposed to be the best of the best, but it feels no different than the school plays back in Ohio - if this is all they can give me, how am I ever going to make it onto Broadway?"

Eden is like nobody he's met before. She's passionate and competitive but they each have their own things that motivate them, so their competitive natures push them to be better and not bump heads. They're each other's biggest fans. "I'm pretty lucky too y'know?" He smiles before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "How's stuff with the play going?"

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"Why would I be sick of that?" She can't help but lean into him, to ret her hand on his chest, to smile up at him. Someone will notice they're gone before too long, but for a few moments, she wants this. She wants to spend the day with the guy who actually sees her, who adores her, who talks to her like a person.

It's unsustainable, with an infant and a marriage and about two degrees that separate them, but she can dream, for a little while. "We have to get back out there," she murmurs, even as she kisses him again, "before my absence is noted. Which means you have to stop kissing me, so I can go."

Dallas doesn't protest in the slightest when Stella leads them to further privacy. He knew nothing could happen but he would take even just a few brief moments together away from prying eyes. The weekends were always the worst, it was the only time Marc was ever really around. Which meant Dallas's time with Stella was often reduced to longing glances from across the adjoining yards.

"Yeah? You're not sick of me hopping the backyard gate just to see you, yet?" He kisses her ignoring the people mingling just outside.

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It was infuriating how charming he was, how with just a few words and soft eyes he could disarm her almost completely. Marc had wanted to throw the barbecue for the neighborhood, never mind that he'd missed her birthday entirely, that he spent more hours at work than at home with his wife and kid. But having Dallas show up...it felt dangerous, like they were thisclose to being caught.

"You don't need to hit on my friends," she said, her voice practically butter now, her fingers resting on his bicep, thinking about how nice it would be to get away with him. "You've proven your point. Tell your dad you have plans or something - this is torture for us both, but only one of us can actually leave this party."

Dallas wasn’t going to show up.  He knew it was going to be a bad idea from the jump, but his dad guilted him into it.  Saying he needed to be polite to the neighbors and make an appearance.  Little did he know that Dallas and Stella had become well acquainted over the last month or so of summer break.  What he didn’t account for was having to see Stella play doting housewife for her husband.  It made him seethe with jealousy knowing it was mostly for show on his end, he wasn’t even around enough to notice how much time Dallas had been spending with his wife.  So, Dallas feeling petty decide to flirt with a number of the guests including a handful of Stella’s friends.  

“Sounds like it’s working,” he smirks.  “I didn’t want to come.  Dear ole dad forced me,” he nods in the other’s direction.  “Why wanna get outta here?”  He teases knowing nothing of the sort could happen.

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Parker knows what the responsible option is - to send him home to his wife, or even to his mothers. But he came for her, and she can't help the smug satisfaction that no matter how pretty and monied Maya was, it was still Parker he wanted. She just wished either of them had realized it before he said 'I do'.

"You're lucky I was still eating dinner," she teases, moving to fold herself next to him on the couch, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "You know how early I have to go to bed sometimes. But you can stay, if you want. I can sleep out here on the couch. I know it's too small for you."

Dallas lets Parker tend to the scrapes and bruising on his face, as they sit on the couch. "I didn't want to assume," he shrugs. Things were different between the two of them lately, and he knew it was they were both trying to shove away how they truly felt for each other. Like if they could simply ignore it then it would go away.

"Yeah, we're always fighting." It wasn't like that was new except before it was all apart of their dynamic. Riling each other up because it was always more fun to make up anyway. Except these days they spent more time fighting than making up. It felt like they were both living lives that neither of them wanted.

"She thinks I'm at my mom's. That's where I was headed and then I realized I really wanted to be here. With you."

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Parker sighs, sitting on her own coffee table as she motions for him to sit on her couch so she can clean up his wounds, her fingers soft against his cheek as she does. It's a familiar scenario, the two of them sitting like this, and for a moment she lets the words sink between them.

"You don't need to get a place, you know you're always welcome here," she reminds him, crossing her legs under her as she finishes up, brushing his hair back lightly as she makes herself comfortable. "What brought this on?" She knows she's always kept her feelings close to the vest, forcing him to be the vulnerable one while she holds her cards, but it seems impossible, for him to feel the same she does. "Did you two fight? Does she know you're here?"

He flinches slightly when she brushes his face but still revels in the touch. "Doesn't matter. I deserved it, I was acting like a jack ass." Which was true. It was a miracle he just got put on the bench and didn't get a suspension from the league. It was his latest stint on his road to self destruction.

Except that wasn't why he was at her door. Dallas wasn't at her door because he wanted to ruin his marriage, he was at her door because he needed something real. "I mean it, Parker. I'm not going back home. I dunno I'll get a place in the city, but I'm done."