callme-holly

[callme-holly]

i promise i havent forgotten about y'all!! i just havent had the motivation to write.

i will start back up tmr hopefully. thanks for being patient <33

[callme-holly]

It's my birthday :)

Have my birthday fits !!

[callme-holly]

hiii!

can u pls do hcs for dallas winston with a soc??? and he has like a majorrr soft spot for her

also like how the gang feels about her

love ur work btw!!

𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: might be patchy bc my birthday is coming up and i have shit tonnes planned!! but im trying y'all <33

You seem to be an exception to every rule Dallas has ever set. He’s always vowed that he hates socs and wants absolutely nothing to do with them, but somehow you managed to worm your way into his life.

He will try to push you away first, trying to shrug off your love for him. He won't believe that you actually like him and refuses to accept anything that shows that.

But after a while, and after you actually stick around and he sees how much you care, he’ll soften up a bit. You steadily become the only girl Dally has ever really trusted and while he’d never admit it out loud, anyone who knows him can see it.

He’ll treat you so differently from how he treats everyone else; he’s softer with you, a lot gentler in the way he handles you and speaks to you. His voice will go quieter compared to when he’s talking with the guys, and he’ll let you sit close to him without pushing you away.

If you’re ever upset, he tries his hardest to comfort you even if he’s not the greatest at it. He’s insanely protective of you—you’re the first girl he’s ever truly let himself fall for and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

How the gang feels:

Darry is skeptical as hell. It’s incredibly rare for Dallas to settle down with anyone, let alone a soc, and he doesn’t want to see his friend get hurt by some uptight soc. He’s convinced for a while that you’ll ditch Dallas when things get rough, but when you stick with him through more and more rough patches, he realises you genuinely care about him and he respects you for that.

Sodapop adores you and thinks it’s hilarious how soft Dallas is for you. He’ll tease you both about it, calling Dallas soft, and you find that Soda is just comfortable to be around. He doesn’t judge and he sure as hell isn’t rude to you.

Ponyboy doesn’t really understand at first. He knows Dally isn’t a good guy and just can’t understand why a girl like you would like a guy like Dallas Winston. It will take him a long time to realise that the two of you actually have something and when he does finally notice, he just lets it go and doens’t really interfere.

Johnny is pretty surprised but he doesn’t judge. He’s just glad Dally has someone who cares about him and whom he feels comfortable enough to be loose around. He finds that he quite likes you and warms up to you incredibly fast because of how nice you are to him.

Steve and Two-Bit hate it at first and don't trust you one bit. They’re constantly reminding Dallas that you’re a soc and how unreliable socs are and how high your expectations are. But as time passes and you keep hanging around more and more, they just let it go and don’t stick their noses in any more. 

[callme-holly]

I need opinions y'all. Should I do my hair like this for my birthday next week or do I look bad?

[callme-holly]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: slowly getting back into the swing of writing. sorry for how absent i've been <33 requested by @kenzyduchanne-offical

Darry Curtis:

Darry doesn’t get mad, but he definitely gets real quiet for a few moments, just thinking it through. He can understand why you didn’t say anything sooner, but at the sametime, he’ll be mildly frustrated that you kept it a secret.

He doesn’t hold it against you. He’s a little put off, purely because your brother is the one who makes his brothers’ lives hell, but he is able to see past that eventually. He won’t push you away because of who your family is, but he doesn’t really want any affiliation with them.

Sodapop Curtis:

At first, Soda probably thinks you’re joking. He’ll laugh about it and shove you lightly, but when hesees that you’re dead serious, he gets quiet and just stares at you. He’s surprised, sure, but he isn’t mad. 

He never would have guessed you two were related, not in a million years, but he doesn’t really care. He is able to see past it, and all the while you’re nothing like your brother; he’s fine.

He just sees you for you, and makes that very known anytime someone brings it up.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony probably struggles with the confession at first. He already has a bad taste in his mouth whenever it comes to Bob, especially after what he did to Johnny so he might be a little drawn back at first.

He won’t say much, and he’ll get a little moody because you’d never thought to mention it before. But when you mention it’s because you were afraid he’d leave, he softens significantly. 

It takes him sometime but he’ll learn to accept it, though he wants nothing to do with your family at all.

Johnny Cade:

Johnny can’t help but feel slightly betrayed when you tell him. Bob Sheldon, the guy with the rings, left a huge emotional scar in his life and affected the way he sees the world; he is your brother. 

He doesn’t really say much at first, and he’s scared at why you never mentioned it. He’ll probably overthink your intentions entirely before you eventually calm him down.

But Johnny knows you. He knows you’re not like him and that you’d never hurt him. That’s probably the only reason he copes.

Dallas Winston:

Dally gets pissed, but not at you. He might feel mild frustration toward you, but it’s more towards your family than anything. He hates the fact that you’re related to such apiece of shit and the impact that then has on your relationship.

He makes it very known that he hates your brother and n't sugarcoat it just because you’re related. He always talks bad about him, about what he did to Johnny, just to make sure you know how strong his dislike for him is.

Steve Randle:

Steve will just stare at you for a solid minute before saying anything. He just needs a moment to process the fact that you’re related to such an asshole. 

He really hates Bob, but he won't hold it against you, and he tries his best to avoid saying anything that might make you uncomfortable. 

He knows you’re nothing like him, and that makes him a little more content with the situation.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two probably finds it funny at first purely because he’s shocked to the point he doesn’t know how to react. But when it clicks that it’s the Bob Sheldon, the same one who jumped Johnny, he gets real serious.

He’ll poke fun at you for it, and wont ever let you live it down, but he won’t hate you for it. He loves you regardless of your last name, but he’s always wary whenever your brother is around if you talk about him. 

[callme-holly]

Hello! Could you write something for a reader with a lisp x the gang (separately) like the reader is insecure about their lisp and they comfort them? No pressure, thanks :)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐩

a/n: 2 posts in one night. lets go !!

Darry Curtis:

Darry will immediately notice whenever you feel insecure and always wants to make sure you know you can talk to him about it. If you do open up and confide in him, he’ll cup your face in his hands, talking in a low voice as he reassures you how much he loves the way you talk.

“You know, I’ve never once considered it a bad thing. If it makes you happy, it’s got to be good, right?”

If anyone comments on it, he’ll immediately shut them down, standing a little taller and making it clear that nobody should mess with you. 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda won't ever stand for you feeling insecure about something that makes you you. If he can tell you’re insecure, he’s showering you in praise and compliments, reminding you just how amazing you are.

If you try to avoid talking or changing how you say things, he’ll notice immediately. “Hey, don’t do that. I love the way you sound!” 

Sometimes, if you’re feeling extra down, he’ll lie with you and point out all the things he loves about your lisp and the way you say things just to get a smile out of you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony gets so mad whenever someone points out your lisp, let alone makes fun of it. He just can’t stand to see people putting you down and always makes it clear that they need to watch what they say.

If you’re feeling self-conscious, he’ll encourage you regardless, telling you to just be you and never change. He loves you and will listen to you talk for hours, purely because of how much he adores the way you say things.

“A lisp dont change the things you say. Just makes you sound cooler. Don’t change it.” 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny absolutely hates that you feel insecure about your lisp and will shut down any and all negative thoughts you might have about it. He knows what it’s like to feel even mildly self-conscious and doesn’t want that for you at all. 

He’ll never rush you when you speak, simply listening along and nodding when necessary, hanging onto every single word and giving you as much time as you need.

“I think your voice is real nice.”

If he ever hears someone making fun of you, his quiet nature disappears very quick and he’s snapping at them. quickly,

Dallas Winston:

If anyone so much as breathes a joke about your list, Dallas is throwing hands so fast you don’t even have time to blink. No one makes fun of you or makes you feel like crap for something you can’t control, not under his watch.

He’ll notice when you start talking less and will always point it out, frowning and crossing his arms. 

“Hey, quit it. You think I care how you talk, doll? Hell, I love your voice.”

When you admit you’re insecure, he’ll just shrug, telling you there’s nothing to worry about. He might seem a bit insensitive but he truthfully doesn’t see an issue and doesn’t know how to help you get over your fear.

Steve Randle:

Steve is the first to step in whenever anyone tries to make a comment on your list, snapping a snarky remark at them before they can ever open their mouth. He isn’t kind about it either, but at least he’s got your back.

He refuses to let you feel bad about yourself, cutting you off before you can make any sort of self-deprecating comment.

“C’mon, say something for me, baby. Anything. Just love the way you say stuff.”

If you’re ever feeling really down, he’ll exaggerate his own speech just to make you smile and not feel quite so out of place.

Two-Bit Mathews:

Nobody hypes you up quite like Two does. He will not stand around and let you make comments about yourself. No way. 

“Aw, man. That’s what you’re worried about. Baby, don’t stress it; you sound amazing.”

He’ll always tell you your voice is unique (in a good way, ofc) and will constantly make sure you know how obsessed he is with how you say certain things, making you repeat them and grinning when you do.

And if you ever start to feel down, he’ll just hug you tight and shower you with compliments and pepper you with kisses. 

[callme-holly]

i heard you’re in need of some rusty james, i got just that for you 🙏🙏

could you do rusty james with a reader who’s one of those expensive daddy’s girls? like she always wears cute dresses, pearls, her hair is always done, etc.

(i LOVE ur fics, never stop 😔)

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 - 𝐑.𝐉

a/n: so sorry for how short this is. it's kind of bad but my focus and mental state is shit atm!!! love this concept so much tho omggg

The sun is sinking low on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow across the sidewalks, making your shadows stand out, looming across the concrete and making the two of you appear much taller. It's gotten a little cooler, a slight chill in the air, and a shiver runs through you as you step closer to Rusty James, smiling softly when he tugs you into his side.

The houses that line the street are much nicer than any he should even consider being around; the street clean and well kept. He sticks out like a sore thumb, so incredibly out of place that he's surprised he hasn't been chased off yet by some pretty boy who's got his eyes on you. But you're still tucked against him, clinging onto his arm like he's the only thing keeping you grounded, and he finds that's better than nothing.

"My daddy will kill you if you come in." You mumble, glancing up at him, your eyes sparkling under the dim glow of the street lamp. You look perfect in every way; he's never felt quite like this about any girl before, never felt like everything is falling into place around him. He's never had a solid ounce of stability, and suddenly, here you are, the most grounding thing he's ever been in, always. 

"I know," he shrugs, slowing to a stop at the two of you reach your porch. It's dark inside save for the light inside the hall, and he assumes your parents have gone to bed. That's something at least; they never trusted him enough to bring her home before, awlays waiting up until she was safely inside and he was long gone. "I wasn't gonna stay." 

You hum lowly, almost as if you didn't believe him. He didn't let it get to him, just released you, taking a small step back and letting his eyes roam over your figure. 

"You should wear that dress more often," he smirks, voice quiet, almost tender in a way he rarely lets show. It's a delicate piece, expensive and well-pressed, paired with that pearl necklace you wear everywhere that complements you so well; he'd thought it had been strung just for you.

"You like it that much?" You tease, tilting your head just enough to make his heart rate pick up slightly. Something about the way your voice drops, that teasing lilt shining through, makes him want to drag you close again, pepper you with kisses and never let go. 

"Yeah, I do, doll. Thought I made that clear." 

You merely shrug in response, and it drives him absolutely crazy that you can be so damn casual about everything all the time. The way you smile, the way you speak, the way you move, just fascinates him to no end. And sometimes, he thinks maybe you know how utterly obsessed he is with you.

"Goodnight, Rusty James." You murmur softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, lips barely brushing his skin, the touch feather-light but enough for him to  feel a little thrill race through him. 

"'G'night, sweetheart." His response is husky, and he has to bite his lip to contain the goofy grin on his face because he ffeather-lightus. You drive him absolutely insane, and when you turn your back on him, flashing him one last little smile, he knows that you know it too. 

[callme-holly]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

📼 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬:

Name: Holly

Birthday: march 23rd

Pronouns: she/her

Zodiac: aries

📼 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬:

movies: jaws, bttf, the lost boys

songs: kids in america, holding out for a hero, anything by bon jovi

random stuff: i love all 80s movies (the outsiders, bttf, etc), cherry coke, performing, grease, sturniolo triplets, vintage shit, music

i just need people who have the same interests that i can talk to guys. pretty please :D

[callme-holly]

Darry finding out reader is pregnant????

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐃.𝐂

a/n: this is a little messy sorry y'all. i'll edit it tmr. i really wanna start posting some good shit but i've have no motivation since exams

When you first find out, you’re so incredibly nervous to break the news to him. He’s already got a lot on his plate with work, his brothers, the gang, and a baby on top of that; it might just be the final thread. 

You try to come up with the best and easiest way to tell him, wanting it to perfect but also not overwhelming. However, the second you get a moment alone, it just sort of spills out of you.

At first he’ll just stare at you, entirely speechless, trying to gauge whether you’re playing around or not. It’s the most nerve-wracking thing ever, but before you can panic and try to come up with some form of apology, he’ll pull you into his arms and just hold you.

He doesn’t let go for a long time, nor does he speak. He probably doesn't really know what to say but you can tell he’s happy from the faint glassy look in his eyes. When he does finally break the silence, his voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it: “We’re gonna be okay, sweetheart,” and you know that he means it. 

He’ll probably ask you thousands of questions afterward , and you can see him getting excited by the mere idea of having a baby with you. He’ll talk about picking up extra shifts, always being there for the both of you, putting a ring on your finger if y’all aren’t already married. 

Later that night, as the two of you are laying in bed together, he’ll just rest his hand on your stomach, rubbing absent patterns against your skin before whispering into the dark: “I’m going to be a dad…” 

“Pregnant?” Darry’s brows are furrowed, knitted together, a frown taking over his features. His eyes roam over you, searching for any sign that your joking, that you’re just saying it to rile him up and get a laugh out of him… But when he sees that you’re entirely serious, his heart skips a beat and his chest tightens.

“I’m sorry…” You begin, panic rising up. “I know we didn’t plan it but—”

He shushes you softly, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back gently. “No, no. Don’t. I’m happy.” He mumbles, and the way he says it, the tenderness in his tone and the pure adoration that laces his voice, you know he means it. 

[callme-holly]

Guys is the fandom dead or is tumblr dead??? Does anyone still read outsiders fics genuinely or is there other fandoms y'all wanna see?

[callme-holly]

you asked i gotchu. do some comfort fics of headcannons for the shepards (orrr just pick one if you want loll)

suggestions: someone (you pick who in the relationship) is super sick and super weak, someone has a minor injury like a sprain, or a major injury like a broken bone or stabbed, someone just had a super bad day and needs human affection (like it seems that absolutely everything that could go wrong just went wrong that day)

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓.𝐒

a/n: i love tim shepard guys. its unhealthy. i need more stuff about him pretty please

Rain pattered softly on the pane of the window, sliding down the glass in little rivulets, leaving behind little trails that mirrored the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You felt drained, completely and utterly drained of any form of energy; your day had been nothing less than awful. There wasn’t a single thing that went right, and while some might call you dramatic, you felt as if the whole world could come crumbling down at any second. 

You were spread out on the couch, your drink long forgotten on the coffee table, a movie playing in the background that you’d lost interest in ages ago. 

Every limb felt heavy, like it was being pulled down by lead weights, and the beginnings of a headache were starting to form behind your eyes. 

The front door clicked open quietly, the sound echoing around the room faintly, but you were much too caught up in your own head to notice, running the day's events through your mind over and over. It wasn't until you felt someone come up from behind you, a chin resting atop your head, the familiar scent of smoke and leather enveloping you, that you  finally realised who else was in the room with you. 

"Tim..." you breathed, turning slowly to face him. His face alone brought a wave of relief over you, washing away all the stress and causing your whole body to relax, slumping into the pillows. You didn't need to say anymore for him to know. 

He kicked off his boots, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over the armchair as he made his way round to flop down beside you. His arm encircled your shoulders, pulling you into his side, and you felt yourself melt. 

"Bad day?" he mumbled, glancing briefly at the movie on screen before turning his attention back to you.

You gave a quick nod, toying idly with the hem of his shirt. "Bad doesn't even begin to cover it," you replied. Tim sighed, rubbing your hand lightly with his thumb. 

“You wanna talk about it, baby?” His voice was thick, rough with smoke, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless and your thoughts stutter momentarily. You gave a brief shrug, dropping your gaze.

“It was just… I don't know. Just felt like every thing went wrong.” 

Tim tightened his hold around you, pulling you even closer against his chest and pressing his lips gently to your temple. His thumb continued to rub over your knuckles, pausing when he noticed the little wound marring your skin. His eyes narrowed, and you recognised that familiar protectiveness flash through him for a moment. 

"What's that?" he brushed over the mark with a strange, rare sense of tenderness, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you. 

"Just a burn mHe. I was making food earlier and splashed hot water on myself," you paused, before adding. "It doesn't hurt." But that was just one of the many things that had seemed to go wrong today, and Tim could tell from the mere heaviness  in your voice that you weren't kidding when you'd said your day was bad.

Slowly, he lay back, tugging you along with him so that you were resting between his legs, your head on his chest, his hand on your lower back. "Coulda called me."  he muttered under his breath, his nose nuzzling into your hair. You hummed contently, letting the vibrations course through your body.

You knew he would have come home the second you told him you were hurt, but you also didn't need babying.  "I didn't know where you were." 

His fingers moved across your back in soothing patterns, and you melted further into his embrace, relishing this small victory against your day.  “Still..." He tries, trailing off. "Anything I can do now?" 

"No. Just... stay with me." 

And that's all he needs to hear. His free hand runs through your hair slowly, untangling any knots, his other hand still tracing small circles under your shirt, his skin rough in contrast to your own. The house was finally quiet, save for the pitter-patter of the rain and your warm, steady breaths. Tim's  heartbeat was steady, almost comforting, your eyes falling shut within moments, sleep finally tugging at you, threatening to pull you under. You both trade the occasional lazy kiss, lips barely touching, each graze feather-light and soft. His eyes are focused on the TV screen, scoffing occasionally at some cheesy line from the romance you put on, and it feels like time has stopped for you.  Nothing exists outside of the two of you and all you need right now is him. 

[callme-holly]

Can you please do Darrel Curtis x Wife reader, like they got married shortly before the Curtis parents death and it’s just the reader staying by Darrel throughout the grieving process and Bob’s murder and Pony and Johnny going on the lamb. And he’s like ‘why did you stay with me with all the stuff going on?’ And the reader is like ‘because I love you and I made a vow’?♥️♥️

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐃.𝐂

a/n: im done with exams which means im back to my usual schedule!!!

The glow from the lamp in the corner does very little to diminish the shadows looming in the corners of the room, making them all the more intimidating than usual. The silence that hangs over the house is unbearable, and everything feels as if it’s been tipped on its axis and forced to cope. 

Nobody is themselves, especially not Darry; he’s been on his way to burning out for weeks, like a candle burning down to the last few centimetres of the wick, and now the flame has finally reached the bottom. He’s sat at the table, head in his hands, glaring down at the bills spread across the surface, but you can tell he's not taking in an ounce of what’s printed on the paper. There are dark shadows under his eyes, his skin is drawn and pale, and he looks so tired that it pains you.  

“Darry,” you call out, voice cutting through the stillness in the kitchen. He doesn’t look up, simply shaking his head, brushing you   and keeping his gaze downwards. “Darrel.” You try again, the finality in your tone more insistent this time, and he lifts his eyes slightly.

"Not right now, sweetheart."  His voice sounds raw from lack of use, and your heart breaks just a bit for him. You push off of the doorframe where you were leaning, stepping towards him slowly and resting your hands on his shoulders, chin on top of his head. You don't miss the way he relaxes under you, his whole body slumping  , an exhausted sigh leaving him.

"Take a break. I'll make us dinner," you offer, giving him a squeeze. He nods slowly, swallowing  , and you finally see through the mask he's been wearing ever since the boys ran off, since Bob's face landed in the papers, "MURDERED," written in bold above. Beneath that stoic facade is a man, a kid, who's been through too much too fast, and it causes something in you to tighten.

A gentle sigh leaves you, and you move round to sit yourself in his lap, not saying anything when his arms wind around your middle immediately, clutching onto you as though there might be nothing left in this world for him to cling too tight too. Your fingers trail idly through his hair, stroking it lightly. 

"They'll come back."  Your voice is soft, calm, reassuring. "They're both smart boys. They wont be gone much longer."   His only response is a nod against your chest. You know how difficult this has been for him; losing both parents, and now his little brother is something no one should ever have to go through. It's a miracle he isn't completely breaking apart by now. 

"Soda called. He's staying with Steve tonight." You don't mention why; don't tell him that it's because he can't take the silence, the emptiness, much longer.  He doesn't need to know.

"Okay," Darry whispers into your shirt before pulling back just enough to look up at you. There's something in his eyes, an almost apologetic look that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably, and your heart ache. You wish he'd just stop for a moment, lie down, sleep, rest... But asking him to do so would be futile.  No amount of begging or pleading will change his mind, especially not now.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a gentle kiss,  cupping the side of his face, thumb tracing along his jawline in a manner that's nothing but comforting. He lingers for a moment before pulling back, leaning his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters finally, squeezing his eyes shut. "You deserve more than this shit." You reach out and gently pull his head away, forcing his attention onto you instead of whatever he sees in his own mind.

"No. You have nothing to be sorry for," you begin, but he cuts you off sharply.

"No, hon.... I just, I don't get why you stay with me through all of this. It's just..." You watch his expression shift, becoming pensive, and your heart squeezes painfully, knowing exactly what's bothering him. 

You run your fingers through his hair again, pulling his head down so that his face is tucked in your neck once more as you rock back and forth gently.

"I'm with you because I love you, Darrel Curtis. I made a promise, a vow, to stick by you through thick and thin, and I don't break my promises."

Darry only hums in response, but you know he heard you. You know from the way he takes your hand in his rougher one, fingers lacing together, wedding rings glinting in the dim lamplight.  He squeezes softly; you're gonna be okay. Both of you. 

[callme-holly]

-𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞- 𝐨𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

here's the link if anyone wants to take a better look.

context: this is basically mu outsiders oc who im currently using for my dallas fic! i love her guys thank you to @glxsyymads for the idea <333

[callme-holly]

hii! i have an idea for a darry x fem!reader i think you’d like 😛

darry and reader started dating in high school, and reader was one of those kids who’d never do their work and would spray paint the walls and stuff (basically like a delinquent lol), while darry was a football player, and they’re still together present day in their 20s and reader still has her spunky personality and stuff 😼

(so so sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😔😔 i suck at wording my thoughts)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: i've been so dead bro. 2 exams everyday for 3 weeks.

High school days:

Darry first noticed you because you always seemed to be getting into trouble, building up quite the negative reputation for yourself, while he was the complete opposite—straight-laced, hard-working, and focused on his passions.

He could never really understand why you were the way you were, but he never denied how he admired you. He’d always see you laughing after getting in trouble and he’d secretly wish he could be that laid-back.

He hated how much he loved seeing you in the crowds of his football games, knowing full well you were skipping class for him. You were always the biggest supporter, yelling loud enough for everyone to hear.

Teachers probably hated that you two ended up together—they wanted big things for him, and they thought you were a bad influence on him. However, you both balanced each other out, and he was the reason you dialled it down. 

Present day:

Darry honestly believed you’d calm down after school and mellow out, but he was very wrong. You were still a little rebellious, and while it wasn’t as bad, you were still chaotic, and he still loved you.

You still spray paint, but probably do actual murals that are worth your time instead of just tagging. He knows you sneak off some nights, and he can’t help but smile when he sees your mark on a wall on the way to work.

He’s always shaking his head at you, but secretly finds everything you do incredibly endearing. If you get caught, he’ll give you a little “told you so,” but he’ll still do what he can to get you out of trouble.

He probably gets you to act a little more responsibly but won't try to change you entirely. He loves how much excitement and thrill you bring to his life, even if you tease him for being boring. 

You still balance eachother out,   You remind him that he’s still young and needs to live a little and he keeps you from taking it too far. 

[callme-holly]

I think you did something like this at one point but like reader who zones out a lot so Dallas has to get her attention but instead of head cannons like a lil one shot ykyk. IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY FINE TYYYYYY

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐝.𝐰

a/n: i was listening to the attatched song while writing this so its kinda soft. 💿 "Wonderful Girl" - Dion & The Belmonts

The night is quiet, the stars twinkling overhead like splatters across an inky canvas; it’s peaceful, far from the noise of daily life, far from the divide between socs and greasers, far from any expectations hanging over you. It’s just you and Dallas, sitting together on the hood of his car, both revelling in the moment. 

He’s got a cigarette between his lips, burning away slowly, smoke curling into the air as he takes long drags, holding for a few seconds before exhaling slowly. Normally, you’d complain, telling him to quit it, but right now, you’re lost in your own head, trying to keep up with the thoughts racing around your head. 

You don't even realise you've zoned out, staring into the distance blankly, barely registering the words Dallas is speaking, his words a lazy drawl as he takes another drag of his cigarette. It isn't until silence follows his words, silence that would usually be filled with your knowing response, that he takes any notice.

"Hey," he snaps his fingers in front of your face, causing your body to jolt back and your mind to clear. You glance over at him with a guilty expression. "What's going on in that head of yours, huh?" There's no malice in his tone, just pure teasing and curiosity that draws a shrug from you.

"Not much. Just  thinking about... stuff." 

Dallas raises an eyebrow. “Stuff?"  He smirks, taking another drag and flicking away the still smouldering butt. "Sounds really interesting."

You scoff, falling into his side and resting your head on his shoulder, allowing yourself to relax; some song is drifting steadily from the radio, some love song that makes the moment feel 10x softer. It's rare to get tender moments like this with Dallas, moments where he just relaxes, winds down, exposes a side to you that not many get to see.

"You gonna start payin' attention to me now, doll?"  He teases, nuzzling into your neck, his breath ghosting across your skin, lips grazing in a light, barely there kiss. 

You turn to face him, eyes filled with nothing but tenderness and awe for him,  lips curving upwards into a smile. You meet him halfway, lips grazing his, a gentle sigh leaving you as your hand tangles in your hair, his coming to rest on your hip, pulling you closer. Your eyes flutter shut, your head tilting upwards and he lets out a laugh that has you pulling away with a pout. 

"What?"  You huff, playfully hitting his chest with your free hand, but he's grinning so wide, eyes glittering with amusement. He catches your hand, lacing your fingers together and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, that rare look in his appearing once more.

"Not zonin' out no more, are ya?" His voice rumbles through you like velvet, sending shivers running down your spine as he leans into you, nosing at your jawline. You lean into him, humming softly, smiling when his mouth finds its way onto yours again, hands gripping each other tighter. 

"Shut up..." you whisper, but you don't fight him any further as he pushes you gently backwards, settling further on the hood of the car. 

[callme-holly]

- 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

" 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 "

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈 (n/a)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈 (n/a)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈 (n/a)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈 (n/a)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕(n/a)

tbc...

[callme-holly]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 [𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞]

a/n: here's the first chapter from my wattpad fic !! thought i'd post it on here as a lot of y'all asked :D chapters || wattpad

Nancy Alderige was nothing but a good girl, an angel sent straight from heaven. She was the kind of girl any parent would wish for, the kind that any man would ever dream to have under his arm, the kind that would end up trodden and torn down if she placed her trust in the hands of the wrong person. 

She was from one of the more respectable families in Tulsa, the only child of Richard and Betty Alderidge, two parents who had done their best for their daughter ever since she was born. They had her whole life mapped out for her before she even turned ten, the sort of life that they viewed as ideal. She was to get married to someone just as influential and respected as they were, with the right background and the right education, and she was to be nothing more than a housewife to her husband and a mother to her children. Nothing else was required. There would be no surprises, no problems, and no disappointments in Nancy’s future. That was what she’d been raised to believe her entire life. The rules were set when she was born, and she followed them religiously. 

Perhaps that was why, to Dallas Winston, she was so damn difficult. Because she never strayed from the path that had been paved for her, never so much as glanced at the boys from the west side of town. And that was what had gotten him into trouble the first time he’d met her. He didn’t know her at all—he didn’t know anything about her beyond the idea that she was Brad Hayes’ girl and the “blonde doll from the diner." She didn’t talk much, except for a few polite words exchanged here or there, and she certainly didn’t move away from Brad’s side. If anything, she looked like she belonged there, like that was where she was supposed to be, in the arms of a boy that everyone was sure to tell her was the love of her life. 

Maybe that was what gave him the idea to mess with her, to go out of his way to openly flirt with her when she was working her part-time shift at the diner. He’d been crude, incredibly so, making innuendos that were no doubt inappropriate and would usually earn him a slap across the face or a drink all over his lap. But Nancy hadn't reacted at all, almost as if she was used to it, and simply rejected him with a soft, apologetic smile, one that made Dallas’ blood boil just a little. She knew she was too good for him and knew that he couldn't hold a candle to the likes of Brad. It didn't faze her in the slightest, and it frustrated him immensely. 

And that was why he decided to make her the new target for his teasing. Because he wanted a reaction from her. He wanted to see how far he could push her until she finally snapped. 

There was nothing more to it than that; it was simply a game, a game of chance that Dallas was willing to play. Because, in reality, there couldn't ever be anything else to it.

Nancy Matthews was far too good for a guy like him—too pure, too perfect, and too precious. She deserved the world—someone who would love her until she breathed her last breath. Someone who wasn’t him.

It didn’t matter anyway. Dallas didn’t do relationships. He didn’t love, or care, or commit. There wasn’t a world in which he would settle down, no place where the idea marriage held any appeal at all. Not now, and not ever. He didn’t care if he ever found someone, but he wouldn’t want someone like her. They both wanted different things, and there wouldn’t ever be a moment in which they would fit together, in which they both desired the same thing.

It simply wasn’t possible. 

At least not in this life.