callme-holly

[callme-holly]

darry curtis x fem reader who has a SOUTHERN accent, like darrys is sorta heavy but readers is crazy and i assume him liking those kinda girls? hear me out

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - a little bit of a short one - currenly on a motivational streak y'all so expect me to be speeding through requests.

I am absolutely hearing you out on this

Darry definitely has a heavy accent, but the second he hears yours he’s like “shit”

He thinks it’s super hot and he is obsessed with the way you talk

He could listen to you for hours, focusing on the way you pronounce certain words and the way you drawl sometimes

The gang all tease him for how much he loves it, but he literally does not care

He’ll ask you how your day is and will listen to you ramble, just to hear your voice

Sodapop and Ponyboy will probably ask you to say certain things, and then imitate what you say when you’re not around, just to tease Darry

When y’all argue it is impossible for him to stay mad; your accent gets thicker when you’re upset and it gets to the point where he can’t even focus on wha you’re saying

Some nights, when the two of you are just laying together in bed, he’ll let your voice lull him to sleep

He’ll catch himself mimicking you sometimes, developing a habit for saying words how you’d say them

And the nicknames y’all would have for each other – that’d drive him crazy. Call him honey, darlin’, sugar, you name it, its got him flustered. 

[callme-holly]

Hi! Could you do Sodapop x a reader who adores her little dog? Like she loves lap dogs and has one of her own. If you can’t think of a fic you could do gang x !dog person reader?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - none 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 977 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

DARRY CURTIS:

Honestly, I can see Darry loving your dog. He knows you two are practically a package deal, and it doesn’t take long at all for your dog to fall in love with him. If your dog is a lap dog, I can just picture Darry and you sprawled out on the couch together, the dog sitting between you both.  The two of you will go on early morning dog walks together before he has to go to work, and then later on when he gets home. It’s like a little routine the two of you have fallen into. He also never complains when you spoil the dog; he’ll just shake his head fondly and let you get on with it. 

SODAPOP CURTIS:

When I tell you Soda might love your dog just as much as you do, I mean it. This boy is a dog person. He’ll play with them in the yard for hours, throwing balls, playing tug-of-war, and chasing them around. It’s a good way to get his energy out as well as the dog’s.  If your dog is a lap dog, no worries; Soda isn’t prone to cuddling up on the couch. It’ll just be the three of you cramped onto one small section, in a little pile, and y’all wouldn’t have it any other way. Its guaranteed that he’ll spoil the dog just as much as you do; he’ll bring back treats from the DX, and at dinner, he might slip a few scraps under the table. Needless to say, he is just as smitten as you.

PONYBOY CURTIS:

Pony might be a little unsure at first, but it won’t take long for him to warm up to your dog, and before you know it, he adores it. He will let the dog climb all over him, even if it means getting fur or slobbering over his clothes—he knows it makes the dog and you, in turn, happy.  If your dog is a lap dog, he will let it curl up with him on the couch whilst he reads. Sometimes, you might catch him absently scratching it’s ears or back. He’ll also sketch your pup on occasion and has quite a few pages in his sketchbook dedicated to the dog.  Going on walks together is something he loves and looks forward to. It just gives him another excuse to get out of the house for a little while.

JOHNNY CADE:

Johnny develops a soft spot for your dog from the first moment he meets them. He’s immediately kneeling down and fussing over them, giving them scratches and pats and receiving lots of licks in return. He will feel so comfortable around your dog, especially if they’re a lap dog. He’s more than happy to sit on the floor, the dog sprawled out across his legs as he played with their ears, running his fingers through their fur. He finds it incredibly comforting and grounding. Sometimes, you’ll catch him mumbling to your dog, telling them things he might not feel comfortable telling anyone else (me too).  He probably spoils your pup just as much as you do, but in his own quiet way. 

DALLAS WINSTON:

Dallas will be a little indifferent at first, shrugging off your dog’s attention and trying to push them away. But after you catch him sitting on your couch, the dog in his lap as he watches TV, you suspect he doesn't hate them as much as he lets on.  If the dog jumps in his lap while you're around, he’ll grumble and complain, but he’ll never actually push them off. He’ll pet them absentmindedly, scratching behind their ears, his tough exterior cracking slightly when the dog nudges him or wags their tail at him.  When he goes out, he’ll bring the dog along with him, especially if they’re big and tough. He’ll also make sure your dog is capable of protecting you if someone were to both of you. Dally doesn’t spoil your dog to the same extent as you, if at all, but he’ll still sneak scraps under the table or swipe a tennis ball to throw around halfheartedly.

STEVE RANDLE:

Steve is all about your dog the second he meets them, and he’s instantly smitten. You best believe that pup becomes his little partner in crime, going along everywhere with him. He knows how much they mean to you, so he’ll do everything he can to make sure they’re well looked after and taken care of. He’ll pick up food and treats from the DX to bring home and will go out of walks with you all the time. He matches their energy perfectly, always down to play fetch or tug-of-war with your dog, running around with them and chasing them around the yard. If they’re a lap dog, he’ll definitely let them sleep up on the bed with you both, giving them a designated spot at the foot of the mattress. He also brings them to work with him, especially when you can’t be home, letting them sit beside him whilst he works on a car.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS:

TwoBit falls in love with your dog almost instantly, and they instantly become his best friend. He fusses over them all the time, giving them scratches and pats and letting them jump all over him.  If your dog is a lap dog, Two is all for it. He’ll let them climb into his lap at any time, even if it means getting covered in fur. He’s always sneaking them little bits of food, no matter how many times you tell him not to, and before long your dog always knows to sit next to him at dinner.  He also loves taking them out on little adventures too, like wherever you both go on dates, it’s got to be somewhere dog-friendly. 

[callme-holly]

heyyyy I was wondering if you could do the outsiders gang headcannons (separate) with a reader who has really bad ocd? like checking things multiple times and getting scared of intruders? Thank you ❤️

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐝

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i actually really enjoyed writing this. it isn't edited so it might not make much sense bc im so tired LMAO

Rain pelts against your bedroom window, the wind outside whistling restlessly, causing branches to brush and bang against the siding of the house. You wouldn’t mind normally, however each little noise sounds strangely like someone trying to work their way inside, and while you’ve triple checked the latch on every single window and door before getting into bed, you can’t help but wonder if you’d maybe missed one. 

Darry Curtis - 

Darry would get up the second you wake him with your concerns. He knows full well how restless you can get when it comes to certain things, such as checking the doors and windows are locked, but he never judges you, or complains. He’ll do a quick sweep of the whole house, before getting back into bed and reassuring you that it’s just the wind and that nobody is going to get in.  If he finds you checking something more than once, just for your own peace of mind, he will gently pull you away and try his best to distract you.

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda will go around the house with you, watching as you double check everything before bed. That way, he can reassure you without you having to get up to check once more. Much like Darry, he’s very supportive and he doesn’t ever complain when you ask him repeatedly that he’s sure he saw you close the back door.  If you’re ever worried about intruders, he’ll pull you close to him and whisper about how nobody can get to you if he’s there. 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony always does his best to reassure you once your ocd sets in and your mind starts to spiral. He’s very patient and understanding with you, and will very groggily follow you around when you get up to check things once more. After about the second or third check, he’ll pull you away and try to distract you by putting on a movie or reading to you. He might keep a notebook nearby so that, if it helps to ease your mind, you can jot down when you did certain things, just so that you know for certain that you did it. 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny will never brush off your concerns and will always check what you want him to check. No matter what time it is, he will get up and go and look around the house, just to ease your mind. He trusts you, and he always tells you that you need to trust yourself too. If he catches you checking on all the locks, he’ll join you and will mumble little reassurances like, “we can double-check together, just to be sure.”  And if its intruders you’re particular anxious about, Johnny will sit up with you until you are certain that everything is okay, mumbling little things to try and ease your mind.

Dallas Winston - 

At first, Dally will probably tease you when he catches you checking little things over and over. He knows you’ve locked the windows, and he locked the door himself, so why are you getting up for the third time to check? It takes a while for him to understand, but when you open up about it, he becomes a little more lenient. Some nights, if you tell him you think you heard someone in the house, he’ll get up and go and check for you, before trudging back in and grumbling something about a stray cat in the yard.  He’ll act all cocky once you settle back down: “Nobody is dumb enough to mess with us, you know that.”  He isn’t the most patient, but he tries his best.

Steve Randle - 

Steve might not fully get it at first, but he’ll catch on pretty quickly. If he finds you checking on things over and over, he’ll carefully pull you away, reassuring you that, yes, you have already checked that the stove is turned off, and that it will stay that way; no need to look again.  If you’re worried about intruders, he���ll get up with you to check, and say something like: “Alright, let’s go over it together, so you can relax, okay?” He’ll follow you from room to room, pointing out each thing just to show to you that he’s listening. “Front door? Locked. Windows? Shut tight. Garage? Double-checked.” If he sees you spiralling, he’ll do his best to distract you by asking for your opinion on something he’s working on, shifting your focus and grounding you at least a little bit.

Two-bit Mathews - 

Two-bit will use humour as a way to reassure you, keeping things light-hearted in an attempt to ease your spiralling. However, he knows when to dial it back, and when he catches you checking everything, he’ll turn it into a little routine to help you feel less self conscious, “Alright, Sherlock, let’s crack this case – Windows? Secure! Door? Double secure!” He’d say, giving you an exaggerated thumbs up to lighten the mood.  If you’re worried about intruders, Two will sit up with you, whispering about how nobody is stupid enough to mess with him. He’ll also keep his blade close by, just to be sure, though it’s mainly for your own sake.  If you’re particularly anxious, he’ll sigh and bring you to raid the kitchen, telling you that “a little midnight snack can fix everything”.

[callme-holly]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝! 𝐬/𝐨

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i've had a few requests similar to this so here ya go !! as a performer i love this icl

DARREL CURTIS - 

Darry is incredibly supportive with your interests

If you need help rehearsing your lines, he will sit down with you once his brothers have gone to bed and read through them 

I love the idea that Darry can dance (totally not bc of dirty dancing) so if you need to go through a choreography, he’s the person to help you

He loves it when you sing sm

If he hears you, he just smiles fondly and shakes his head but he’ll never bring it up to you

He’ll try to go every single one of your shows/productions 

If he can’t make it because of work, he’ll make someone else go and will always be there to pick you up afterwards 

SODAPOP CURTIS - 

Soda would adore the fact that you’re an actor/actress

He thinks it’s so cool and he will brag about it to anyone who listens

He’ll try his hardest to help you memorise your lines, but he doesn’t have the patience to sit there and wait for you to go through an entire script

He loves it when you sing

Whether its in the kitchen, in the shower, in the car, you name it, he loves it

Y’all will do duets together in his car

Dancing together in the kitchen

Soda will go to all of your shows and will get front row tickets every time 

Plus he cheers the loudest for you !!

PONYBOY CURTIS - 

I think Pony would be super interested if you’re an actor/actress

We all know how much he loves his movies and books, and I cant see him being any different when it comes to plays

He’ll help you will your lines, and he’ll help you interpret different scenes (he just sees things differently)

When it comes to dancing however… maybe he isn’t the best person to go to

He’ll sit and watch you practise for ages and will give feedback when needed

He loves that you can sing so much and will always give you little compliments about your voice

He always tells you that he’ll be watching you at the drive-in, on the screen, one day

He might try and get involved in some of the high school productions, but only if you’re part of them

If not, he’ll always be watching you from the crowd and he’ll be super proud of you !!

JOHNNY CADE - 

Johnny is so incredibly supportive of you omg

He loves everything you do and thinks it’s so cool

When it comes to helping you learn your lines, he is super patience and will prompt you when needed

He could sit for hours and just read your script without complaint 

He adores watching you dance

Unlike Soda, he won’t join in – he’s more than happy to stay at a reasonable distant and cheer you on from afar

When it comes to your singing, he could just listen to you for ages and he encourages you to sing around him all the time

He finds it comforting in a way

He will come to your rehearsals if you want him to and he always feels so at ease watching you (anything to stop him going home ig)

At yours shows, he will always be somewhere in crowd, and will tend to drag Pony along with him

He’ll be watching you the entire time

DALLAS WINSTON - 

Dallas doesn’t see the appeal in theatre

He’s never really cared for shows and performances until he learnt about your interests

Just because you like, doesn’t mean he’s going to change his views, but he might not be quite so harsh about it

He won’t help you with your lines – if he does, you’re probably better off practising alone anyway bc he’ll purposefully try to mess you up

“It’s all part of the acting process, babe. Trust me.” (dont trust him)

He does however like to watch you dance

His eyes will be fixed on your the whole time and he thinks your so hot 

He is the type to get jealous if you have an on-stage love interest

Dally is not afraid to brag about you – everyone knows that Dallas Winston’s partner is a performer. Its common knowledge

He will tease you for your singing, but he secretly thinks its crazy good

He’d never say that to you though

Now when your shows and performances roll around, he probably wouldn’t go to every single one

He might linger in the back for a bit, but he’ll probably end up leaving during the interval and waiting outside for you 

He does support you though; he just doens’t see the appeal of “prancing around a stage”

STEVE RANDLE - 

Steve is your number 1 fan and I mean it

He’s crazy about the idea of you being a performer and will always be there to big you up and support you

He’ll try his best to help you with your lines. He might not be the greatest at it, but at least he tries

He shows you off to everyone and will chew people’s ear off about you

“That’s cool, but did you know my partner is an actor/actress” 

He never shuts up

He will always try and dance with you, but this guy has to left feet

Your choreography ends up turning into a mess of twirls and loud laughter

Uses you as he personal jukebox 

He loves it when you sing so much and will make song requests

Sometimes he joins in, but he never sounds very good bless him :(

Goes to every single one of your performances and shows

Always tries his best to get front row seats so he can cheer you on 

You will always see him grinning at you in the crowd like this boys is smiling so big when he sees you on stage

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - 

If you thought Steve was you biggest fan… You were wrong

Two thinks you’re the best and he will say that

You’re better than every other actor, singer, dancer he’s ever heard of by a mile

If you two are watching a show or movie together, he’ll lean over and whisper: “sure, they’re great… but compared to you, they’re nothin’, babe.” 

He’s actually suprisingly good when it comes to helping with your lines – he’s got that theatrical energy about him

LOVES your dancing and never hesitates to join in

Teach him the choreography please and he will practise with you

Probably got kicked out of your rehearsals for shouting praise at you LMAO 

Always compliments your singing like he loves it

Sometimes he’ll put the radio on just to hear you sing

Two-bit always cheers the loudest at your shows like you know those really obnoxious people who clap loud and whistle? Yeah. Thats him.

At the end, he’ll run over to you and spin you around, gushing about how great you were

He loves everything about you I swear

[callme-holly]

Heyy I was wondering if you could do the outsider gang head cannons (seperate) with a female s/o who’s very affectionate? Like they are always trying to hold their hand, kiss them, hug them, etc. in public. But in private it’s worse and they’re like on top of them 24/7. Thank you!!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬/𝐨

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - two posts in one day is insane for me wth. so sorry for how slow i've been y'all but my requests are open once more.

DARRY CURTIS:

In public, Darry isn’t the most affectionate

He’s got no problem holding your hand whilst the two of you are walking together, or letting you hold onto his arm, but he isn’t one for being openly touchy with you

In front of the gang, he’ll ease up a little

He’ll give you the occasional kiss, maybe let you sit in his lap if the two of you are at home, but expect a lot of teasing from the boys

He will never push you away or reject your affection, but he will try to tame it a little

If you’re both out and you’re getting just a little too clingy, he will wrap an arm around you to try and keep you somewhat satisfied

In private, you can be as clingy as you want

He will accept any hugs, kisses, you name it 

If he’s working on bills, come and sit in his lap, as long as you dont distract him you can be as clingy as you want 

SODAPOP CURTIS:

Whether you in public or in private, Soda will accept any sort of affection from you

He’s very clingy himself, so to have someone who matches the same energy as him is both a relief and a nightmare for everyone else

You two are sickeningly sweet around each other

In public, expect hugs from behind, random kisses like he has no shame

He will always be holding your hand and lacing your fingers together 

He does not care who you’re around, he will let you hang off him whenever you want and he will not complain once

In private, its even worse

I’m talking, laying on top of each other on the couch, sitting in his lap, either of you holding the other whilst talking to someone 

The other boys have probably learnt to come to terms with your affection, but you will never hear a single complaint from Sodapop 

PONYBOY CURTIS:

I think, for Pony, it really depends on his mood

I can’t see him wanting a whole lot of affection in public, mainly because he believes he has to act tough around the others

He’ll hold your hand, let you lean into his side, but he gets a little embarrassed with anything more than that

That’s not to say he doesn’t like your affection – he loves it! But he’d rather you save it for when you’re alone together

In front of the gang, much like Darry, he might relax a little more 

He’ll give you a quick kiss when nobody is looking, will sit with you and let you cuddle into him a little but if the gang start teasing y’all he’s shifting a little 

In private, he’s a lot more relaxed

He’ll let you lie your head in his lap whilst he reads, he’ll let you play with his hair, give him little kisses etc

He has no problem with your affection, but he’s a lot more relaxed in private

JOHNNY CADE:

Honestly, I can see Johnny reciprocvating your affection in public to an extent

While he’s a lot more mellow than the other boys, he still likes to seem a little tough

This means he’ll probably stick to small hugs, lacing your fingers together, little kisses, etc

I wouldn’t say he gets embarrassed when someone points it out

Around the gang, he’s more comfortable, so he’ll lean against you, let you cling to him as much as you want, but he cherishes the moments when it’s just you two

In private is when he really eases up

He feels safe around you, and because he gets hardly any physical affection from anyone else, he relies on you as a source

Hug him, kiss him, hold him, whatever you want, he won’t complain

Sometimes he gets a little overwhelmed, but he never gets annoyed with you

DALLAS WINSTON:

In public, physical affection for Dallas is very different to how you’d show it

Any soft touches, he will shrug off

He’s perfectly happy to keep an arm wrapped around you and to have you pressed into his side – it’s a good way to show you off and to let everyone know you’re his

Any kisses y’all share in public are either rough or nonexistent

He has a reputation to uphold and he will not be caught dead giving any sort of tender affection

Around the gang, he might relax a little, but he’s still pretty tough

He’ll let you hang off of him, as long as you don’t smother him

He might trace little patterns on your arms or the small of your back if you’re stood together

He can get quite handsy sometimes 

In private, he’ll let you lay across him, as long as you aren’t too soft towards him

He’ll feel a little smothered at times, and if that happens, he will push you away 

His kisses might become a little slower but they will still be passionate and a little rough

STEVE RANDLE:

Steve is pretty confident, so I don’t think he’d get overly embarrassed by your physical affection 

If anything, he’d probably brag about it – it’s a sure way to show everyone who his girl is

If you go to hold his hand, he isn’t going to push you have, although he’d much rather have his arm around you

If he’s working and you drape yourself over him, he’ll probably carry on like normal

I mean it when I say he is unbothered

Little kisses; im talking on the cheek, forehead, lips, neck, you name it, he won’t ever say no and he’ll happily return it

He doesn’t really care for the gang’s teasing about how clingy you are – he secrectly thinks they’re all jealous

In private, you’re pretty much glued to his side and he doesn’t complain, in fact he quite likes it

Sit in his lap, lay on his chest, hug him from the side, do whatever you want but never touch his hair

TWO-BIT MATHEWS:

Much like Soda, Two-bit will probably return your affection at the same level

He has no shame, and while he’ll probably make a few jokes about your clinginess, he won’t ever shrug you off

Hug him for as long as you want, he’ll hold you back

If you kiss him out of the blue, he’ll probably grin at you before returning it 

Probably also brags about you constantly touching him, saying that you “just can’t keep your hands off”

In private, he’s even worse like shit 

He’ll hold you from behind, kiss your neck, tease you

He loves that you’re just as affectionate as he is so much

Cuddling on the couch and watching tv is pretty much y’alls go-to date night

His little sister probably loves you like she will so join in with cuddling sometimes

[callme-holly]

can you please do Tim and Curtis sister reader angst where her brothers catch him in her room and they don’t accept it but reader isn’t gonna let go, love your writing btw it’s amazing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭

[𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 !𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - your brother doesn't seem to approve of your relationship, but you find that Tim makes it worth the risk of getting in trouble 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.5k

It was late evening, the only light filling the room coming from the street lamp outside, the dim glow seeping in through the crack in your curtains. The house was relatively quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the fridge in the kitchen and the dull chatter of your brothers drifting down the hall and towards your closed door. 

Beside you sat Tim Shepard, lounging back against your headboard, your head resting in his lap. He was flipping idly through one of your old magazines, the turning of pages soothing your mind as he absentmindedly stroked your hair with his free hand, nails scratching along your scalp. It had become a routine for the both of you—you'd sneak Tim in through your window whilst your brothers were busy in the kitchen or still out at work, and he would settle himself on top of your bed, the two of you simply laying together until the time inevitably came for him to leave again. 

It was a risky game, you knew that. If Darry caught you both in here, he’d flip, and that was the last thing you needed. So it was best to just stay silent and to talk in hushed whispers whenever they were home to avoid any unwanted attention. 

“I dunno why you bother with this crap,” Tim grumbles, holding up the magazine and tilting it a little as if the new angle will help him understand what the hell you find so interesting about the page. “I mean, this guy ain't even that good-lookin’.” 

You can't help but roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the magazine out of his hands, putting it back on your nightstand with a pointed glare. “You say that about every guy on every page.” 

Tim shrugs, shifting a little so that he can pull you closer, his hand not leaving your hair, fingers twirling through it absently, almost lazily. “Well I'm right, ain’t I? What’d you need all those pictures of average lookin’ guys for?” He’s teasing you now, his voice lilted slightly, but still gruff. It always is when he teases you, and sometimes he takes too much pleasure in making you flustered. It's just something you’ve come to accept, something you don’t mind playing along with.

Without speaking a word, you find yourself tilting your head up towards him, lips brushing his in a quick kiss, pulling back after a few moments with a wicked grin. Tim looks slightly startled, brows raised as he huffs a small laugh, the noise breathy and light and full of amusement. “Come on, baby. That ain't fair. I wasn't prepared.”

He pulls you close again, arms wrapping around you tightly, tugging you even closer until your pretty much sprawled across his lap. He keeps one hand resting on your lower back, his fingers splayed against the fabric of your shirt, steadying you just in case you go rolling of the side of the bed – the mattress isn’t exactly designed for two people after all – and the other comes up to grasp your face, tilting your head up and leaning in. The kiss is rough and a little messy, as most things between the two of you are, but there’s also a layer of sweetness to it, buried somewhere beneath everything else, a sort of tenderness that Tim very rarely shows even when it's just the two of you. 

The kiss lingers for some time, and you almost think it could last forever, when there's a harsh knock at the door, the handle rattling loudly before it’s swung open, hitting the wall behind it with a soft thud.

 You both jump at the sudden noise, and Tim curses as he sits up abruptly, gaze shifting over to the doorway where Darry stands, towering above you, his expression as unreadable as ever. You know what he’s thinking, of course, because despite the fact that his face hasn't changed, there's something in his eyes that you recognise as burning anger, like a taut cord waiting to snap. 

 He stares down at the pair of you, eyes hardening as they narrow slightly, his gaze piercing. There’s a momentary silence where no one moves, nobody speaks, and you almost want to stop breathing, the sound too loud in your ears. But then Darry sighs, running a hand through his hair, a scowl plastered on his face.

“What're you doing in my sister’s room, Shepard.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand, one that leaves no room for any sort of argument, and it makes your stomach clench uncomfortably. Your brothers have never been particularly fond of Tim; they let him crash some nights, of course they do, but it doesn’t mean they like him. He’s a bad influence, no better than Dallas and the other violent hoodlums around town. He is the type of boy they warned you to stay away from… And here he is, in your bed. 

Tim’s jaw clenches, and the movement makes the scar across his face stand out more, an ugly reminder that he isn’t all nice and dandy like some of the other boys around Tulsa. He's rough around the edges, and a little bit wild, the kind of boy who gets into trouble with the law for fun. 

“Just hanging out,” Tim replies shortly, leaning back against your headboard with a coolness that you have to admire. He isn't scared of Darry, you realise, not in the least bit, not even intimidated by the way he’s looming over you both, imposing and a little terrifying. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Curtis. Just a simple, friendly conversation between two people.” 

The tension in the room seems to increase, and you can see the muscles flexing in Darry’s jaw as he clenches it, nostrils flaring with irritation, but his voice remains scarily calm when he speaks. “There’s nothing friendly about the‘conversation’ I just saw. You might be able to lie, Shepard, but I’m not stupid.”

You bite your lip nervously, wishing silently that your boyfriend wasn’t such an arrogant bastard. He knew what he was doing, and while it might work on most people, it would never work on Darry. Still, that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“I ain't doing no harm here,” Tim insists, raising an eyebrow. His mouth is set in a tight line, though there’s a hint of a grin curling at the corners of his lips. 

Darry gives a heavy sigh, his eyes dropping briefly to the floor. When they come back up, there's another flash of annoyance there, the same fire burning bright and hot behind his dark irises. 

“You’re not welcome in here, Tim. I don’t want you anywhere near my sister. You’re a bad influence and that isn’t something she needs.” He doesn’t even wait before rounding on you. “And you should know better. Whatever this is between you two ends now.” 

His tone is cold, sharp, commanding, and it sends a shiver down your spine; it’s enough to make you flinch slightly, the air in the room turning frigid. 

“Darry… please,” you whisper.

He ignores your words completely, shaking his head sternly, directing his next words at the boy beside you. “I said it ends now. You’re gonna stay away from her from now on, you got me?” 

“Darry-” you start to protest, but he cuts you off once again.

“Do I make myself clear?” 

There’s nothing more you can say. Your body deflates, your shoulders slumping forward as you hang your head low, defeated, and you nod slowly. “Crystal,” you mumble quietly, your voice barely audible in the silence of the room, and your brother nods in satisfaction, before walking out of your room, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. 

Neither of you speak for a long time afterward, and once Tim is certain Darry is way out of earshot, he lets out a low groan, dragging a hand through his curls. “Man, this is bullshit…” he mutters, glancing at you with a frown. “So I’m just meant to leave now? Just like that. Everything’s over because your damn brother doesn’t like me?” 

He says the last part in an almost accusing tone, and although you wish Darry hadn't made such a scene – you don't understand why he'd be so angry about it – you also don't feel inclined to argue with him. Not right now anyway. 

So you give him a sad smile, reaching out to touch his cheek, your fingers trailing lightly over his skin. His frown deepens, but eventually, he leans into the touch. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow…” 

The words take a moment to process, but the second they do, Tim’s face morphs into a broad grin, is expression changing immediately. 

It’s a dangerous game, you know that. It’s absolutly fucking crazy, but...it's worth it.

It's worth being stupid, reckless and utterly mad, just to spend the night in Tim's arms, wrapped up together like this. To watch the lines of his face change, memorise every curve and line, every scar and mark that marres it.

It's all worth it. 

[callme-holly]

can you make a bot based off sodapop and Dallas (separate) and there dating sodapop or Dallas and the reader is ignoring them because of a argument

im slowly starting to make bots again. you'll have to excuse my lazy layout, i really havent had the time to make it look pretty LMAO... SO SORRY <333

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Dallas Winston Sodapop Curtis

[callme-holly]

hii can you do handholding prompt 21 (holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall) with dally 🤍🤍

𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Dallas has always been a little rough around the edges, but there are some times when you see through the cracks 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 684 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - brief mentions of fighting and getting arrested

The sun was high in the sky, the midsummer breeze doing very little to cool the already warm air.

The street was mostly empty, the occasional car passing by, their windows rolled down, and their radios blaring, but it seemed most people were content to stay inside and avoid the heat.

Beside you walked none other than Dallas Winston, a cigarette dangling from between his lips, his arm slung lazily over your shoulders. There was a cut on his jaw, one that hadn't quite healed over during his time in the cooler, and he had several bruises littering his knuckles, none of which seemed all too new either. Dallas always did love a fight; that was something you wouldn't ever be able to change; still, that didn't mean you couldn't try.

“Why'd you do it?” you asked him, breaking away from his hold to step up onto the little wall lining the path, glancing over at your boyfriend. “Why did you bother fighting those guys in the first place? You could've just walked away." You trailed off, knowing the suggestion wasn't even worth considering.

“I told ya,” Dallas mumbled around his cigarette, his cheeks puffing slightly as he took another drag. “They deserved it, talkin' shit about us like that.”

He steps closer to the wall, reaching out to grab at your hand, steadying you as you stumble forward slightly.

“You're gonna hurt yourself, man,” he comments, poorly concealed concern in his eyes as he glances up at you. It seems he doesn't want to discuss what happened before he got hauled in, and you decide that it's probably best to just drop the topic before he snaps at you about minding your own business.

So instead, you carry on walking, Dallas' fingers laced with yours, squeezing gently. The sun feels nice on your skin, warming your face and arms, and you breathe deeply, taking in the scent of the summer air, your perfume, and the smoke from Dallas' cigarette mingling somewhere in the mix.

"You gonna let me stay the night, doll?" he asks after a moment, giving you a quick glance. He hasn't let go of your hand yet, and it seems he's entirely unaware that he's still holding it, too busy searching your face for an answer.

You look over at him for only a moment, the corners of your lips lifting into a smile at the sight of him; the light catches the blonde strands of his hair, turning them white, making him look almost angelic. But that's ridiculous—Dallas Winston is everything but angelic. One close look at him would reveal everything—all the little imperfections, the scars that marred his features and made you wince every time you saw them, the way his brow was almost always furrowed in frustration, his eyes sharp and cold, the way he was so often silent and angry, the way he could make even the most innocent action seem like anything but.

“We'll see..” You reply eventually, though you know you've already given him an answer, because you can't bring yourself to deny him anything, and he knows that all too well.

For a split second, you notice the way the corners of his lips turn up into a smile, crooked and lopsided, and you know that underneath all that toughness, there's a kid who just needs someone to care about him.

Dallas raises a brow at you, letting out an incredulous chuckle as he drops your hand, instead bringing his arm up to wind around your waist as he hauls you up and off of the wall.

“We'll see, huh?” he repeats, smirking as your arms wrap around his neck, clinging onto him as if he'd drop you at any given second. Your breath comes out in small gasps of laughter, and he leans down, bringing his lips to yours in a kiss that's both passionate and demanding. Dallas doesn't do sweet and soft; he never has, and he never will. But that's one thing you’d never change about him.

[callme-holly]

Protective curtis brothers? romantic or not idc lol. i just finished the book and am going feral

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you and pony just want some time alone, but it seems darry and the other boys have different plans 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 389 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - brief mentions of getting jumped

If you thought Darry was protective when it came to Pony, you’ve seen nothing let me tell you

These boys have to know where you’re going and what you’re doing at all times, especially if you’re the youngest

You’re their baby and therefore their responsibility

If you get jumped, you best believe all three boys are by your side in a heartbeat

Darry will go apeshit - he’d told you not to walk home on your own, and you know to call one of the gang anytime you need a lift 

Sodapop is a lot more gentle then Darry when it comes to you. He’s the one to go to when you need comfort and he’ll hug you for hours if thats what you need 

He’ll let you sit at the DX while he works, regardless of what Steve has to say, and anything you want you can take, as long as he doesn’t see you doing it

Pony cares about you a whole lot but, much like Darry, he’s a little more quiet about it

He’s always the one to go out with you, just to keep an eye on you and to make sure you’re not straying to the other side of town (although he probably isn’t the best person for that)

If you were to start dating someone, all three boys will be asking for a name, description, address, personality

They want to make sure whoever you’re dating is worth your time and isn’t going to break you heart

You and Darry might argue a fair bit (much like him and Pony) but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In fact, it means he cares too much

When your parents died he was the one who had to break the news, and you clung to him for weeks after

He sees you as his baby sibling, and nobody is allowed to lay a hand on you unless he trusts them with his life

If someone if giving you a tough time at school, Pony will hang around and give the person dirty looks until they get the hint

If they’re too oblivious and continue, he’ll give some sort of snappy/snarky comment and will drag you off 

Needless to say, your brothers would probably kill for you if it came down to it 

[callme-holly]

hi! Can you do a ponyboy x fem reader where they're dating but Darry has strict rules for them and they always sneak off and make out in his room and Darry walks in one time and loses his mind and the boys think it's so funny and teases them so bad

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you and pony just want some time alone, but it seems darry and the other boys have different plans 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1333 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

The door to Pony’s bedroom clicks shut, the hinges letting out a small squeak of protest as you close it behind you, almost as if it knows it’s supposed to stay at least partially open. Almost immediately, the dull chatter coming from the living room is muffled, and the noise in here is lessened, but not by much; you can still distinctively hear the sound of Two-Bit’s obnoxious laughter drifting down the hall. 

Sunlight filters in through the open window, and the gentle breeze is welcome, cooling your skin as you turn to face Ponyboy, a soft, almost knowing smile forming on your lips. You two shouldn't be in here, at least not alone, but this is the closest thing to privacy you two have gotten in the last few weeks, what with his brothers always hanging around, watching you. It’s nice, for once, to be able to just be with him without having everyone hovering around.

You move quietly over to where he’s sat, leaning back against the headboard as he looks up at you, amusement shining bright in those greenish-grey eyes you’ve grown so fond of. 

“Hey” he murmurs, and even though the words are hushed, there’s an undertone in them that makes you feel safe, like what you’re doing doesn't matter at all; it just feels right.

“Hey, yourself,” you answer back, reaching up to run your fingers through his slicked hair, settling yourself on the mattress opposite him, legs crossed one over the other. 

“You managed to get away then? From the living room, I mean…” he trails off, tilting his head a little to the side, looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah, I did,” you nod slowly, “I got out before anyone could see me.”

It hadn't been easy, not by any means, and you have no doubt someone will grow suspicious when they find you both missing. But you knew the second Pony had excused himself, and when you'd finally found the courage to sneak away after him and shut the door, that you were finally, finally, truly alone. It felt like everything, the whole world had fallen somewhat quiet for the first time since the two of you had started dating, however, you knew it wouldn’t last long.

Pony leans into your touch, smiling softly as he closes his eyes again; he seems content enough to lie there quietly for a moment, but eventually opens them again when you let your hand drop, taking your arm and pulling you closer. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding it gently while his thumb moves in soothing patterns along your jawline, and before you know it, your lips are on his, soft and hesitant, the press light and careful, almost timid. 

It feels like everything has come to a halt between the two of you, your entire world falling silent, because the only movement is the gentle motion of his lips, brushing against yours as you exchange sweet little kisses. 

There's no way either of you want to pull back, not really - not yet - so instead, you lean further into each other, lost entirely in the moment, enjoying the small amount of time you finally get together without being interrupted, and you almost think you’d both gotten away with it. 

The thought passes quickly through your mind when you hear that familiar voice outside, muffled slightly, but clear nonetheless, and you immediately freeze, eyes flying open just in time to see the door being thrown open, a few inches short of crashing into the wall. 

“Ponyboy Curtis, what have I told you about shutting the door…” Darry trails off, noticing for the first time just how close the two of you are, eyes widening in shock, and you can already sense the anger bubbling to the surface. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asks, tone clipped and coldly furious as he steps fully inside the room, arms crossed over his chest.

Pony scrambles back quickly, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, a guilty expression plastered across his features as he turns to look at you and then back at Darry, unable to meet his brother’s stare for more than a single, fleeting moment before lowering his gaze and looking anywhere else. “Uh, we were just—uh, just talking…”

You frown, shifting a little on the bed, trying to put some space between you and Ponyboy, who shifts slightly away from you as well. This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you wanted to spend time together, not even close.

Darry shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply before turning towards you. “Do you at least wanna try and defend yourself?” 

You shake your head slowly, staring down at your hands in your lap silently. You know there's no point in denying the situation, that Darry already knows what you snuck away for, and probably knew from the moment he noticed you'd gone. “Nope, no defence,” you murmur quietly, glancing up hesitantly, expecting Darry to be livid. You don't expect to find him looking... sympathetic? 

A tiny smirk spreads across his face, and you wonder what on earth he thinks he’s going to accomplish by yelling at you both, but you’re too scared - and much too embarresed - to ask him now.

Another laugh sounds from the living room, quickly followed by a chorus of harsh shushes, and Darry takes a deep breath, shaking his head. He turns to Pony and says sternly, “Go back to the living room. Both of you. We need to have a talk.” With that, he exits the room, making a point to leave the door open at least a few inches, most likely as a small dig at the rule you’d both broken.

Silence falls over the room, deafening and thick and suffocating, and Pony makes no move to get up, staying firmly rooted to his spot on the opposite end of the bed. There’s a look in his eyes, one that you’ve seen before and is all too familiar, because you have no doubt you share that same look; you’re both terrified of what the gang are going to say. They might no be the most aware group of boys, but none of them are dumb, and you have no doubt thay Darry has already told them what you two have been doing. You can already hear the teasing, can already feel Darry’s scolding eyes fixed solely on the back of your head, and you know that you’re going to have to build up the level of trust you’d had all over again. 

A soft sigh leaves you and you push yourself up onto your feet, stretching slightly and turning to watch Ponyboy expectantly. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and you almost want to laugh. 

“Come on, Pone. Let’s get this over and done with..”

He blinks and nods slightly, standing up beside you as you both shuffle out into the hall, taking your time as you peer around the doorway of the living room. Immediately, all eyes on you, and you swallow heavily at the grins spread across every single persons’ face.

Two-bit whistles loudly, earning a few jeers from Dallas and Steve, however, they're quickly silenced as Darry shoots them a hard look. 

“Y'all really oughta try and be more subtle.” Soda pipes up, smiling at the two of you from his spot on the couch. You bite the inside of your cheek and Pony shuffles beside you, looking down at his shoes as he mutters a small 'sorry'. Everyone immediately breaks into a fit of laughter and Darry cracks a smile, shaking his head and he steps over, tussling his brother’s hair lightly. 

“Whatever, kiddo. Just don't let me catch you again.” 

You both nod, glancing at each other  sheepishly, knowing that next time you're both going to have to be a little more careful

[callme-holly]

ANOTHER SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT NOTICE

so i haven't been posting much lately and im so sorry y'all. i swear, i'll start up again eventually but i've been so busy with school, and life, and my mental health is taking a little bit of a trip so yeah. crazy shit. i also bruised my ribs and now they're inflamed if anyone cares LMAO.

anyways sorry for the sob story - basically im kind of going on another break but not. i'll be posting on my ao3 for a little while but i've got a lot of requests to get round to both on here and c.ai. so i want to get a few of those written to post in one wave if that makes sense.

also my inbox is temporarily closed!! it will be open again at some point but i need the time to focus on myself.

thank y'all so much for reading my stuff though and if anyone is interested in some more outsiders content here's my ao3!!!

[callme-holly]

[𝐜.𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

✧.* || guidelines - i will create bots for any of the outsiders characters. please send me a message/request (preferably not anonymous so i can message you when the bot is released). i will post all released bots in a post, which will be left up for a couple days before being deleted just to keep my page mainly focused of fics. thanks y'all

Darrel Curtis : - anxious mind

Sodapop Curtis : - oblivious boy - first kiss

Ponyboy Curtis : - love notes

Dallas Winston : - sneaking in - overprotective boys - sorry not sorry

Johnny Cade : - star gazing

Steve Randle : - baby formula - meeting the parents

Two-Bit Matthews :

Tim Shepard : - slow mornings

Curly Shepard :

[callme-holly]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 [𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 !𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - is this more of a comfort fic for myself bc i've been stressed? yes. yes it is. i swear i'll get to my requests soon. in the meantime check out my characterai and i beg y'all send me bot requests pretty please <33

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 993 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

The air outside was crisp and cold, a slight breeze sweeping through, carrying along with it the mid-october breeze that you had grown so used to. The trees lining the football field had long since lost their leaves, which now decorated the grass with various hues of yellows, oranges, browns, and reds.  

They crunch beneath your feet as you make your way to the bleachers, arms wrapped tightly around your middle in an attempt to preserve some warmth, and you find yourself suddenly wishing you’d worn a little more than just a thin sweater before you’d left the house. 

Out on the field, there’s only one other person, and the sight of them alone brings a smile to your lips, a fond look in your eye as you make your way onto the benches, perching yourself on the edge of one, just beside his open duffle bag. He doesn’t see you at first, too caught up in tying off his shoe laces, and you can’t help but admire the way the sun illuminates his features, the rays catching on the strands of dark hair flopping over his forehead, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

When he does look up, however, his gaze instantly locks onto yours, those piercing blue-green eyes that you’ve come to love so dearly flashing with recognition as he grins softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so. You return it, just as bright, just as warm, and you can’t help but shake your head fondly as he jogs towards you, crossing the distance of the pitch and pausing just infront of you, arms crossed over his chest.

“What’re you doing out here?” Darry’s voice is laced with affection, and despite his question, you know full well that he wouldn’t want you anywhere else but here, with him. “Don’t you have a class or something?”  

You offer nothing but a small shrug in response, shifting slightly as another breeze ruffles your hair, the chill biting at your skin and causing the goosebumps along your arms to break out into full bloom and a faint blush to creep across your cheeks. You tug at the sleeves of your sweater, tucking your legs up underneath you and resting against the backrest of the bench, hoping that the action will alleviate at least a bit of cold wracking your form. 

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard already,” you respond after a moment, tilting your head slightly. “Just some catch-up lesson for science.”

Darry nods his head slowly, the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. “And you just so happened to choose this particular lesson to skip, huh?” It’s teasing, a tone of incredulity dripping from every word, and it causes your cheeks to burn again, however this time the cold is not to blame. He smirks wider when your silence confirms his suspicions, moving to sit beside you, digging through his bag and pulling out his water bottle, the contents no doubt ice cold by now. He offers it to you wordlessly, watching with amusement as you take a hesitant sip, afraid to drink too much and leave him with too little, but also conscious of the fact that you’re still freezing, and anymore cool water might push you over the edge. 

“Here,” you mumble once you’ve finished, passing the bottle back to him and scooting closer to press your side against his, leaning your head upon his shoulder as you do so. The heat the radiates from him sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, and it feels as though every part of you relaxes completely at the contact. He hums gently, and you’re certain he’s smiling as he wraps an arm around you, holding you against him, as if sensing the chill that has settled in your bones. 

“You really that cold?” He muses, though there's a hint of concern laced in his tone, hand rubbing up and down your arm slowly. You lean into the touch, relishing in the soothing warmth it provides, like a blanket, cocooning you away from the breeze blowing through the trees around you. His fingers are soft and calloused, and they press against your arm gently, drawing circles against your sweater, a slow and gentle massage. 

“A little,” You answer, closing your eyes briefly, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. “But I’ll be okay. Just not used to it not being summer anymore, you know?"

Darry chuckles lowly at your answer, squeezing your arm lightly. “Yeah, no kidding. Don't think you woulda left your house dressed like that otherwise.” 

He shifts slightly, moving so that he can see you better, tilting his head slightly. “You want my jacket?” He nods to where it's slung over the empty bench beside you, discarded whilst he’d been stretching. 

Your fingers itch to take it, to snatch it away and bury yourself in the thick fabric that is probably much to large for you. But something stops you, and you tilt your head curiously at him.

“What about you?” You retort, arching an eyebrow, and he rolls his eyes good naturedly.

“I dont need it, darlin'. Unlike some people, I know how to dress appropriately when it comes to fall.” He reaches over to grab the jacket in question, his other arm not moving from around you as he does so, and you watch in slight fond exasperation as he unfolds it and slips it over you, the scent of fresh laundry and his cheap colonge surrounding you. You don't fight it, allowing him to settle it around your shoulders, wrapping you up tightly in the fabric, an impossibly tender look spready across his face.

“There.” He hums, pulling back just far enough to look down at you, dropping a quick kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin. “Perfect.”

And as he pulls you into his side once more, his hand trailing idly up and down your side, you find that you couldn’t agree more.

[callme-holly]

i made some character ai bots if anyone cares...

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ponyboy curtis dallas winston johnny cade

[callme-holly]

hiii! can you do either 47 (touching their elbow to get their attention) or 22 (falling asleep on the other’s shoulder) with Darry please! :D

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been so long since i've written sorry y'all. school has been crazy busy and i saw grease two days in a row so i've had literally no time to write. I'm still trying to get through requests.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 791 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

Sunlight streams in through the open kitchen window, bathing the tile in a soft golden hue and casting long shadows across the floor. The radio plays quietly in the background, whatever station is being broadcast lost to the loud thrum of chatter filling the Curtis home, voices blending together to create an indistinct buzz of noise. 

Darry stands at the stove, his back turned to you as he cooks up breakfast for everyone, bacon sizzling on the pan, the smell permeating the room, bringing with it the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he’d taken a little while earlier, and even through the fabric of his shirt, you can see just how tense his shoulders are. 

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s stressed, the way his jaw clenches a tell-tale sign in itself, as well as the way his brow creases everyime someone laughs or shouts a little louder than he’d like for 8 in the morning.

He hasn’t been sleeping well lately, which probably has something to do with the steadily increasing stack of bills on the coffee table and the fact he doesn’t slip into bed beside you until late at night, once the boys are both asleep and the house has been tidied the best he can manage in his sleep deprived state. 

You’re yet to mention it, knowing full well that he’ll give you the same answer he always does; a quick “i’m fine, darlin’, stop worrying so much” before returning to whatever chore it is he happens to be working on. You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about him. 

A soft sigh slips past your lips, heard only by you as the song on the radio fades into another commercial break. It's one of those stations, you note with a sense of exasperation, that seems to play more advertisements than music. 

Someone lets out a particularly loud laugh from the living room and Darry’s entire body stiffens momentarily at their volume. He exhales heavily through his nose, turning off the heat under the frying pan and taking a moment to lean against the counter top, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to drown out the sound. 

Your heart twinges in your chest, sympathy washing over you at the sight, and you reach out a tentative hand, brushing against his forearm with a featherlight touch, hoping to catch his attention. 

“You okay?” You ask softly, voice barely above a murmur despite the volume of the house around you. Darry glances back towards you briefly, a small smile crossing his lips at the sight of your concerned expression, before he turns back to face the food on the stove.

“I'm fine,” He replies shortly, pulling away from you and moving to gather up enough plates for the group of boys in the living room. “Just tired.” 

But, you don't believe him. Not for one second. It isn't just the exhaustion that keeps him tense, but something else entirely. And as he sets down the last plate on the table and goes to call everyone in to eat, you find yourself moving to stand in front of him, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look down at you.

His blue eyes meet yours, unseeing in their focus as he struggles to keep the unbothered façade up. But you’re no stranger to that sort of reaction from him—you’ve seen that same look many times in the last few weeks, though it never lasts. 

“Let me worry about the bills this month.” Your words come out more sternly than you intended them to, but they seem to get through to Darry all the same. His shoulders slump in defeat, and he shakes his head quickly. 

“No. I can take care of it myself. You don’t need to–”

“But I want to,” You reply sharply, cutting him off before he can make any further protest. “I want to help you, Darry. Please?"  He opens his mouth to speak again, before hesitating , seemingly torn between arguing with you over his financial burden and trusting in your ability to handle such a responsibility. Eventually, his face settles into something resembling resignation. 

“Okay,” He mutters, giving in after only a brief bout of silent deliberation. "alright... just this once." 

Your smile grows wider, and you press a light kiss to his lips. you know he probably isn't thrilled at the idea of relying on you in this situation. he never likes relying on others  for anything, let alone this kind of thing, but you're not going anywhere anytime soon and he knows you'll probably help him regardless of what he says. you're both stubborn like that.

[callme-holly]

Could you maybe write dally with a reader who's in the middle of a depressive episode? Like can't leave their bed, stopped brushing hair and teeth etc...?

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - in which dallas does his best to show he cares 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - im back from my break but content wont be as frequent bc im going into my final year of high school and stress is high 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1k 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of depressive episodes, not eating, etc

Dallas knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up the phone. He knew something wasn’t right the second it went straight to voicemail, that dull, grating tone sounding through the line instead of your usual soft voice. Something was wrong, and the fact that this was the fifth time he’d called you with still no answer didn’t bode well with his growing concern. 

Maybe that’s why he found himself balancing on the ledge outside your window, desperately trying to figure out a way to get in without getting caught by your parents—or showing that he cares too much. He’s got a reputation to uphold afterall, and while it’s not entirely untrue that you’re important to him, he’d rather look tough than risk appearing vulnerable by throwing himself into your room and demanding an explanation. 

With a carful and much practised ease, Dallas manages to make his way onto your windowsill, flicking out his blade and jamming it into the gap just under where your lock would sit, twisting and turning until the lock releases from its place in the frame with a quiet click. You were going to kill him one of these days for how many times he’d left little marks against the woodwork or broken off pieces entirely, but there was a time and a place for everything and he knew better than to mention the new scars on the paintwork to you right now.

The inside of your room is uncharacteristically dark when Dallas slips in through the window, lit only by the small lamp on the your desk, the dim glow casting tall, looming shadows across the walls. It’s as if the entire room were swallowed up, consumed by the darkness which has cast itself over every inch of your space, hiding you away, making you seem smaller, weaker, somehow. 

Your bed is a mess of blanket and pillows strewn about haphazardly, and tangled in the midst of all the chaos is you, curled in on yourself like you have been all day, face hidden from the light of the world, eyes shut tight. You breathe deeply, in and out, in and out… 

Dallas has never seen you so still before, and even though he doesn’t want to disturb you, he knows that you're way too caught up in your own head, too wrapped up in your own self pity, to notice him standing in the middle of your room. He can see the rise and fall of your shoulders and chest, can see the way you shift every now and then, the tension and sadness clear in every movement, as if you’re fighting off some invisible demon.

The sight frustrates him, the thought of you sitting here alone, unable to do anything against your spiralling mind causes those gears to grind within him. He knows what it’s like, how it feels to be trapped in your own head, and he hates to see you suffer from it.  

“Hey,” he murmurs softly after a moment of prolonged silence, attempting to break you from the trace you’re submersed in without startling you. He takes a tentative step forward before carefully moving to sit on the edge of your bed, not really knowing what to do from there. “You good?”

You don’t respond immediately, your response getting stuck halfway up your throat, struggling to get past the thick wall of emotions blocking any kind of sound from leaving your lips. You swallow heavily, the action painful and raw, and your words come out in a tiny, hushed whisper, barely louder than the wind whipping through the trees outside.

“Don’t know.” The word comes out as more of a sigh than an actual word, and though your mouth opens to continue the conversation you’ve cut it short, unable to force another syllable past your throat. It seems as if your brain had completely gone blank, the thought of continuing speaking seeming impossible. There’s a pause between you two. A moment in which you’re both waiting for the other to speak, to say something, but neither can find the words to fill it. It stretches on, almost unbearable in its intensity, the silence so thick and heavy with unsaid thoughts and feelings you could cut it with a knife if you wanted to. 

Finally, it becomes too much and Dallas is the first to break, shifting awkwardly to sit beside you. He's not good with this sort of thing, emotions aren't exactly his area of expertise, but he isn't completely heartless and he sure as hell isn't gonna leave you like this. 

“Have you eaten anything today?” There's a strange note to his voice, and even though you don't turn to glance at him, you feel his eyes on you. You shake your head in confirmation and he huffs. “Then eat,” he says simply, reaching forward to brush some of your knotted hair from your face. 

The gesture is gentle, comforting almost, but his touch is still firm despite his attempts at being a calming presence. That much about him doesn’t change.

You want to tell him that it’s not that easy, that you haven’t actually left your bed since yesterday morning—except to go to the bathroom—and even then, the effort it took drained what little energy you had left. You want to say that the thought of forcing food down your throat feels impossible because your stomach hasn’t stopped feeling like lead weights. But instead, you bite your tongue. It’s too difficult to explain something like that to Dally, and honestly, you’re not sure you could handle his bluntness right now.

Instead you reach out blindly for him, gripping onto his wrist tightly and pulling him close, ignoring any protests he may make. He sits stiffly, unsure how to react to the sudden contact, but after a moment of hesitation he allows himself to relax, one arm coming to wind around your middle.

He doesn't smother you, doesn't tease you for wanting him so close like he normally would. Instead, he remains quiet, offering nothing but silent support. And you appreciate that; you appreciate how he doesn’t push you away, how he doesn’t leave you alone to deal with things yourself. You appreciate that, despite it not being his scene at all,  he stays beside you, lets you cling to him and rest in his arms without complaining. And then you realise, maybe Dallas Winston isn't as heartless as everyone makes him out to be. 

Maybe, just maybe, you mean more to him then he lets on.

[callme-holly]

IMPORTANT SHIT !!!

Hey y'all

Super random but I'm taking a little break just to focus on myself so for now my requests will be closed.

I won't be gone for long, maybe another week or so, but I didn't wanna just disappear without a word.

Also need to know if anyone is still interested in reading this shit LMAO

But yeah i'll be back at some point just thought I'd find out