callme-holly

[callme-holly]

pleaseee just know these fics give me SUSTENANCE these are my phone in bed at night fics 🙏🙏🙏 im obsessed with ur writing style and just… everything skfnndjdndnd

omg you have no idea how much of an honour this is tysm LMAO <33

[callme-holly]

Hiiii! If you'd like could you do a dallas x reader who got all dolled up for him in a nice dress and makeup and gets a little shy from his reaction. Thank you!

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 [dallas winston x reader]

𝐚/𝐧 : kinda soft dallas?

The creak of the bathroom door cut through the silence, the hinges squealing in protest as you stepped out, your arms wrapped around your middle, shielding yourself from the chill in the air and your own insecurities.

It wasn’t that you didn’t feel good in the dress; you did; you felt the prettiest you had in a long time, with your hair curled and your make-up done just right. It was moreso the fact that the fabric hugged your figure a little too tight, and while you had no reason to be self-conscious, you couldn’t help the doubt eating away at you. 

At the sound of you entering, Dallas looks up from where he's sat on your bed, lounging against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from between his lips. His eyes flick lazily over your body, and a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he pulls the half-burnt cigarette from his mouth, stubbing it out in the ashtray on your window sill. 

“Lookin' good, doll,” he croons, and as much as you want to believe him, there's still a sense of uncertainty in the back of your mind. You glance back down at yourself once again, not entirely convinced by his words. 

You want to believe him, but you’ve never been great when it comes to receiving compliments, and the look in his eyes, the way they sparkle with admiration, has your face flushed a soft shade of pink. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur, running your hands over the bare skin of your arms, goosebumps trailing across your flesh as you do so. “Do you think it’s too much?” 

Dallas stares at you for a moment, a deafening silence following your question, until he breaks it a few seconds later with a scoff. “Nah. You look perfect, sweetheart.” 

He moves so that he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, reaching out and pulling you closer until you’re standing between his knees. One hand rests on your hip, the cool metal of his rings pressing against your skin through the dress, while the other comes up to pull your arms away from where they’re shielding your middle.

“You don’t gotta hide from me.” His voice is rough from the smoke, and he glances up at you with dark, hooded eyes. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

Your cheeks burn hot as he leans forward, lips brushing against your stomach through the fabric of the dress. Slowly, he worked his way up, his eyes never leaving yours, until he reached your collarbone. He lingers there, fingers gently ghosting up your sides, at you cup the back of his neck, unable to contain the smile that graces your features. 

“Stop it…” You laugh a little, and he gives a teasing smirk. He presses one last kiss to your shoulder before he releases you, standing with a stretch. 

“Alright. But I’m expectin’ a proper look later.”

You roll your eyes in fond exasperation, turning away from his roaming eyes to head to the door. “Whatever you say, Casanova,” you mutter, grabbing the handle and swinging the door open. You glance at him over your shoulder, raising a brow. “Come on. This milkshake isn't going to buy itself.”

Dallas chuckles lightly behind you, grabbing his jacket and trailing after you. “I’m sure, doll.” His arm finds its way around your shoulders, and you lean into him instinctively, allowing the familiar scent of cigarettes, leather, and cologne to surround you.

[callme-holly]

i've got a lot of requests to get through but i really want to write some christmas shit...

SO SEND ME SOMEONE CHRISTMAS THEMED REQUESTS PLEASEEEEE <3333

[callme-holly]

okay do this with whatever boy(s) you want but like what abt them x reader who is just like the happiest person ever. they havent lived the prettiest life, its clear, but theyre still so happy, they just find a way to love everything. the way theyre always laughing, the way they point out simple things with just beaming joy. theyll see a random bird and start ranting about how cool it would be to be able to fly like that, how they love birds and how beautiful they are. they see bugs and talk about how pretty they are even if theyre a bit scared of it. they gush about how the grass feels cool at night and the way it gives them goosebumps all with a smile of giddiness at the dark. theres nothing they dont love, and they make sure he see the beauty in everything too, slowly but surely.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧 : im finally on christmas break y'all!! i've still got quite a lot of requests to get through, but im scatty as hell so please bear with me

Darry Curtis:

Your positive energy is something Darry craves in his life. He’s been through more than anyone should ever have to face, and when he met you, you were like a breath of fresh air. He knows your life hasn’t always been perfect, but neither has his, and you two balance each other out.  After a long day of work, all he wants is to sit on the couch with you curled up beside him, rambling about all the little things in your day that have made you happy. He loves the sound of your laugh, your smile, and the way you move your hands when you talk. He starts to notice things he might not have noticed before and learns to slow down a little and appreciate life as it comes. 

Sodapop Curtis:

You and Soda are a match made in heaven. You’re both such happy, positive people, despite everything you’ve both gone through, and people can't help but envy you both.  The two of you will sit together on the porch and talk for hours about your day, no matter how good or bad it may have been, pointing out all the little things you loved about it. Soda makes it his sole challenge to make you laugh all the time; he just loves seeing you smile. You both see the world from the same point of view, and no matter what it throws at you, you both learn to love every little thing. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony finds your happiness both relieving and fascinating. We all know he can get a little down sometimes, and having someone like you around to pick him back up is something he needs.  Watching the sunsets together is a key part of y'all's routine; you always take the time out of your days to sit together and watch all the colours as they blend into one, appreciating the beauty of nature. Pony will read poems to you when you’re both alone in the house, and you’ll always make an effort to point out the tiny little details, laughing about them and smiling throughout. 

Johnny Cade:

Johnny’s homelife is pretty awful, as we all know, so having someone like you around who is always so upbeat is something he desperately needs. He loves listening to you ramble, and he’ll just nod along as you tell him about all the wonderful little things you saw on your walk. He can’t help but smile whenever you do; he laughs when you laugh. You really help to brighten up his life, and you help him see things a little more positively, even if it’s just for a little while. 

Dallas Winston:

Your positivity probably annoys Dally a little. It’s not that he wants to rain on your parade; it’s just that he can't see what's so good about the world that you need to constantly be talking about it. He always tries to make a snarky comment whenever you start gushing over something small, but the moment he sees your smile, he forgets whatever it is he was going to say. Something about your outlook on life confuses and intrigues him, and he slowly starts to realise it’s not all bad.  He’s not the type to gush about it, but sometimes you’ll catch the subtle things he does to show his appreciation for you: the way his smirk softens when you laugh, the way he pulls you closer when you ramble. 

Steve Randle:

Steve is drawn to your energy like a moth to a flame. He’s home life isn’t grand either, and it amazes him how you manage to find so much good in the tiniest things. He teases you for it, but he loves the way your eyes light up at the simplest things, and he finds himself going out of his way to make you laugh or smile. On his lunch break, he’ll hold you close while you tell him about all the things you’d seen on your way over, and he’ll just chuckle and kiss you softly. Your positive perspective is something he needs desperately, and he finds that time seems to slow down whenever you’re together. 

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two thrives off of your happiness and always manages to return it with the same energy. He loves how you can see the silver lining in almost any situation, and he always finds himself joining in with you as you marvel at the little things in life. Your laugh has him cracking up, and if you’re smiling, so is he. He firmly believes that you light up any room you walk into, and he just helps to keep that light shining bright.  While he’s probably the most positive one of the gang, he’d never taken the time to slow down and appreciate the little things until he met you, and now thats he’s got you, he can’t seem to stop.

[callme-holly]

OKAY OKAY, HEAR ME OUT....

Darry x wife reader where they have a son, and he really really wants to be just like his dad and play football and is low-key a terror to his mom...

𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧]

𝐚/𝐧 : y'all wanted more dad!darry and im delivering. i was hoping to get a bunch posted but i feel like shit and ive been crazy busy

The second your son was born, you knew he’d be just like Darry, and he’d be an absolute nightmare.

Darry is so incredibly proud of his boy and with each passing day, you could spot more and more similarities between them 

As soon as he can walk, your son is toddling around after Darry everywhere he goes. This kiddo is obsessed. 

When he’s old enough, Darry would start teaching your son about football, and soon it becomes a routine for them to sit on the couch together after Darry comes home from work and watch the games together

Your son looks up to Darry like he’s some type of idol. He always says that when he grows up, he wants to be just kike his dad, and you can’t even be upset about it bc its so damn cute

The gang teases you all the time for it because having to deal with one Curtis boy is enough, but two? Chaos.

These boys are always playing football in the yard together. I’m talking 24/7. Whether its raining, windy, or sunny. They don’t care. It becomes a problem for you, however, when you’re the one who has to wash muddy clothes and makes sure they stay off the couches and go take showers. 

Your son copies everything Darry does, from the way he drinks his coffee and reads the paper in the morning (except he swaps it out for milk and a comic), right down to the way he walks around the house with his hands on his hips. 

Both Darry and your son are fiercely protective of you, and when he’s older, your boy will fight for your honour if it’s the last thing he does. If anyone makes even the smallest comment about you, he’ll glare at them, puffing out his chest whilst delivering the sassiest comment a kid can come out with.

Sometimes when Darry is working late, your son will help you “cook” dinner the same way his dad taught him. It more often than not ends with him covered in ingredients, and you do most of the work, but he gets 50% of the credit regardless.

At bedtime, Darry will sit and read to your son until he falls asleep. Sometimes he tells stories from high school or about the gang, and your son hangs onto every single word, thinking they’re the coolest stories ever. 

The teen years are when things get crazy

Your baby boy has a growth spurt out of nowhere and it isn’t long before he’s the spitting image of his dad: broad shoulders, serious expression, and slowly growing taller than you 

Arguments happen a little more often. Their personalities are so similar that they tend to clash and butt heads, leading to you having to bring everyone back down to earth. They end up making up eventually, whether thats through talking it out or soft teasing until the other laughs.

[callme-holly]

y'all just out of curiosity

if i was to post an outsiders fic on wattpad would y'all read it? i've had it sitting for a while and i dont really know what to do with it LMAO i also have a grease one but i have a feeling the grease fandom isnt very large idk

please lmk i beg !!!!

[callme-holly]

can we get some cute thing for curly shepard x reader where they reunite after he’s in the cooler, and bonus angela and tim moments ofc

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : there aren't enough curly fics in the world y'all. also sorry for posting under the actual character tags, i know people get mad at that lmao

A soft, almost impatient huff leaves you as you pace the length of the waiting area for what has to be the hundredth time, ignoring the way Tim glares at you from where he’s sat, cigarette hanging, unlit, from between his lips. His gaze isn't unkind, more bored, and perhaps a little irritated than anything else, but it isn’t enough to get you to settle.

“Don’t you think you ought to sit down?” Angela’s voice calls out from the seat beside her brother, her eyes alight with amusement as she watches you. “You’re making me dizzy, y/n.” 

You glance over at her, finally pausing in your movements, almost as though you weren’t aware of what you’d been doing in the first place, your shoulders tense and rigid as your cheeks flush pink.

“Sorry,” you mutter, sinking down into the seat next to her, the hard plastic digging into your back uncomfortably. “Just… can’t seem to stay still.”

She hums a short, amused laugh, reaching forward and gently squeezing one of your hands in hers, the cool metal of her ring pressing against your skin. “It’ll be fine. They’re always late.” 

A quick glance at the clock tells you that whoever is in charge of releasing your boyfriend is running at least fifteen minutes behind—it shouldn’t take fifteen minutes to sign a few papers and send him on his way.

You chew your lip worridly, staring blankly at the wall opposite, fingers drumming idly against your thigh. The clock ticks on, each second passing agonisingly slowly, and just as you’re about to give up the last remaining string of hope, the door bangs open and out walks Curly Shepard, his head held high, a cop trailing behind him. He catches your eye immediately, a broad grin spreading across his face, and you're up and out of the seat in a flash, crossing the room to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close to him as decently possible. 

“You’re an idiot…” You murmur, burying your face against his shoulder and breathing him in, committing the moment to memory. 

He chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pulls you even closer still, resting his chin on top of your head. “You worry too much. I’m fine.” 

When you look up at him, he's giving you that easy smile that makes your heart melt every time you catch sight of it, and for the first time you get a proper look at him. 

His hair has been cut short, as it always is when he’s in juvie, and his curls are pretty much nonexistent. There’s a faint bruise under his eye and another on the side of his jaw. He looks different somehow, but not any less wild. He’s still your boy.

“You gonna give the rest of us a chance to say hello?” Tim drawls an amused glint in his eye as he takes in the sight of you and his brother. You roll your eyes, reluctantly untangling yourself from Curly and stepping aside, watching as Tim and Angela move to “fuss” over him, scolding and praising him at equal turns. It's all very domestic and familiar, something you've seen a million times before now, but you find yourself smiling nonetheless, contentment swelling in your chest, and Curly smiles right back at you when your eyes meet his over Angela’s head.

“I can't believe you got caught,” Tim grumbles eventually, once Angela has stepped aside, done with her checkup, and the cop has dismissed them with a barrage of paper work. “What kind of punk robs a store and doesn't finish the job?”

Curly shoots him a hard glare, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets as the four of you stroll out of the station and back to the car. “You're acting like you've never been caught.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at their back-and-forth comments, knowing it could quite possibly go on forever if someone didn’t cut in. Sliding into the backseat, you take off the chain from around your neck, waiting until Curly is seated comfortably next to you before handing it back to him.

“Told you I'd keep it safe.”

Curly blinks in surprise, staring down at it for a moment, before grinning widely. He takes the chain from you, clipping it back around his own neck and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Knew I could count on ya.”

You laugh softly, leaning into his embrace. He kisses the crown of your head, humming happily, and you feel content for the first time since he got hauled in. 

Curly Shepard may be trouble, but he's also yours, and you suppose that counts for something. 

[callme-holly]

Hiii! Can u write abt the gang during the holiday season/winter? just like cute domestic hcs

p.s. I love ur writing <3

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐚/𝐧 : im getting into that christmas mood y'all and this is just adding to it

Darry Curtis:

I can see Darry taking the holiday season pretty seriously. It was always something his parents were very insistent on celebrating, and he likes to keep that alive. He always sticks to traditions, making sure the decorations are up, the house is clean, and you can bet he strings up lights across the porch. In winter, he always makes sure you’re warm, wrapping you up in blankets, jackets, and coats. He also makes some killer hot chocolate, let me tell you. 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda loves the holidays; he’s like a big kid leading up to Christmas, always making sure the house is decorated and that the lights are strung up perfectly. If it snows, he’s dragging you outside to make snow angels and to throw snowballs at each other, wanting to make the most of the cold season. When he sees the chill strating to get to you, he’ll wrap you up in a warm hug and will bundle you back indoors to cuddle up on the couch. 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony prefers the cozy side of winter and the holiday season. He’s all for snuggling up on the couch with you, the two of you wrapped in a blanket, reading a book, or sketching something as you both relax. He loves going on walks through the snow and just enjoys the overall peace the holiday season seems to bring. He’s also a sucker for holiday movies, and the two of you will spend hours watching as many as you can an judging the cheesy plots.

Johnny Cade:

Johnny probably hasn't had the greatest experiences when it comes to the holidays, but he’s found ways to enjoy it with you and the gang. Its tradition that you and him help decorate the Curtis house, and you’ll always invite him around on Christmas to make sure he’s safe and happy. He’s a big fan of the little things, such as helping with the tree or decorating cookies, before settling on the couch with a big blanket. 

Dallas Winston:

Dallas isn’t the biggest fan of the holidays, but he’ll try his hardest to be at least a little upbeat for you. He isn’t one for traditions, so don’t expect him to be helping out with any decorating or wearing any Christmas jumpers, but he does secretly enjoy the little things. He likes driving around the neighbourhood with you, listening to you talk about everyone’s decorations, and if you give him a present, he’ll try and play it off as no big deal but ends up keeping it in the drawer by his bed.

Steve Randle:

Steve loves all the little things about the holiday season: decorating and eating cookies, drinking hot chocolate, all the parties you both get to go to. In winter, he’ll always grumble about the car getting covered in snow and having to shovel it, but he’ll gladly do it if you ask. If he sees you getting cold, he’ll offer you his jacket and will force you to take it anyway. 

Two-Bit Mathews: 

Two absolutely loves the holiday season and everything about it. He’s constantly keeping the mood light, wearing stupid sweaters, and challenging any breathing person to a snowball fight. He’ll give you the most ridiculous gifts and will dance in the snow with you no matter how cold it is outside. He’s also the type to hang mistletoe everywhere, giving himself an excuse to kiss you at every given moment. 

[callme-holly]

I NEED I NEED a sweet soft domestic dallas. i need it. i crave it. idc if its out of character. i live, breathe, eat, sleep, a cute soft dallas winston. so if u will, please and thank you write dallas with fem reader where she needs picked up from her house bc her parents are kicking her our OR bc they are fighting and she doesn’t wanna be there (you choose!) and dallas is teeth rotting sweet and soft with her.

ilysm!!!❤️🙏🏼

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : IM LOVING THIS PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SWEET REQUESTS LOVE Y'ALL

The familiar rumble of an engine pulls you from your thoughts, cutting through the muffled yelling coming from the house behind you as it rolls to a stop in front of your gate. It’s sleek red paintwork in scratch and dented in places, and one of the headlights is out, but you’re relieved to see it all the same. 

Before you can process what’s happening, you’re already on your feet, moving instinctively. You jog across the front yard, ignoring the way your heart pounds and the blood rushes in your ears, not stopping until you collide with Dallas, tucking yourself into his chest the second he steps out of the car. 

He grunts a little in surprise but wraps his arms around you anyway, holding you steady as you catch your breath.

“You called?” He mumbles, his voice husky and rough with sleep, and you’d almost feel bad for waking him if you didn’t need him as much as you do now. Almost. You pull away enough so that you can look up at him, searching his features for any sign of annoyance or irritation, but strangely, you find nothing but fondness and what looks like it could be concern. 

“Yeah… They’re fighting again. Didn’t want to be in the house.” 

Dallas nods in understanding, squeezing you a fraction tighter before letting go completely, exposing you to the biting chill of winter once more. He doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t question why your parents are fighting or how long you've been sitting out of the porch, just waiting. Instead, he bundles you into the car, closing the door for you and going around to climb into the driver's side. You watch as he adjusts his seatbelt, something he only ever seems to do when you're riding with him, then he turns the key and the car roars to life, pulling away from the curb and speeding down the street. 

The heater is broken again if the cold air inside the vehicle is anything to go by, and you’d almost go as far as saying it was warmer outside than in here. The windows are fogged over, making it near impossible to see anything outside, everything passing in a muted blur, and while you know the roads like the back of your hand, you feel strangely lost in that moment.

“They’ll be back to normal again tomorrow,” Dallas says suddenly, startling you and bringing you back to the chilling interior of the car. His eyes are focused steadily on the road, but the way he clenches the wheel tells you everything he needs to know: he’s angry for you, angry that all your parents seem to do is yell and scream and tear you down with words that aren't even meant for you but still hurt you in a way you wouldn’t think possible. 

“I know,” you tell him quietly, letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window, letting out a long breath. “I just… I don’t know.” 

There is silence for some time after that, and you watch the flicker of colour and lights streak by outside the misty window; the quiet hum of the engine and shifting gears are the only sounds besides the thud of your heart in your chest. Dallas’ hand comes to rest on your thigh, his thumb tracing back and forth in a gentle manner that nobody would think him capable of managing. It's soothing and calming, a reminder that he’s there, and you’re safe, that everything will sort itself out for better or for worse. 

“It’s gonna be alright.” His voice has softened considerably, and he almost doesn’t sound like himself—too tender and kind. It doesn’t suit him, not at all, but you find it nice all the same.

“How do you know?” You glance over at him, barely turning your head, your movements growing lazy as the exhaustion takes over, your limbs growing heavy, and your mind as hazy as the fog steaming the windshield. 

Dallas shrugs, swallowing heavily. “Because you got me. And I won't let anything’ happen to you. Not without a fight.” 

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, and butterflies stir in your stomach, fluttering wildly. He smiles at you, warm and genuine, and you can’t help but return it, watching the way his eyes crinkle slightly in the corners, his face lighting up in a way it very rarely does. 

A warmth settles around you, one that dashes away the freezing cold settling in your bones, and you don’t bother fighting it, content to let it engulf you, too mesmerized by the lingering calm expression on his face to care. 

He’s got you, and you’re safe as long as you’re with him.

[callme-holly]

DARRY CURTIS X WIFE READER WITH A BABY.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐚/𝐧 : PLEASE REQUEST MORE DAD!DARRY CONTENT SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT. PLEASE!!!

When you first found out that you were pregnant, you were beyond stressed about telling Darry. He’s already got a lot of stuff on his plate, and although you two have discussed having a family of your own, it was always something you’d agreed would happen later on in life.

You probably kept it quiet for a few days before letting it slip, and he was so excited, instantly launching into thousands of questions and making plans for a nursery.

Leading up to the birth, he was incredibly hands-on with preparing the house and babyproofing everything. He’d spend hours in the nursery, painting and building little things such as bookshelves and wardrobes to go inside. 

He wouldn’t let you do anything for yourself, which could get a little frustrating at times, but he means well. He just doesn't want you or the baby to get hurt.

Darry stays by your side the whole time during labor, and after hours, when he finally hears the baby cry for the first time, he can’t help but get a little teary. 

He’s 100% a girl dad, and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise. He spent half of his life raising his brothers, and having a little girl would honestly make him melt.

He’s holding the baby any and every chance he gets. He will not put them down and will do everything one handed. Cooking? Not a problem; he’s frying up dinner with one hand and holding the baby in the other.

After a long day of work, all he wants is to come home to you and your child. He will sit on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, the baby in his lap, talking about his day and fussing over the both of you.

He’s so incredibly protective over the baby. Anytime they cry or if they were to get hurt, he goes into instant panic mode, trying to figure out whats wrong. But he’s also insanely protective over you and hates when he sees you doing too much. 

If the baby cries in the middle of the night, he’s getting up in an instant to feed them, telling you to go back to sleep and get some rest. You need it, sweetheart. 

All in all, he’d be an amazing dad, and you can guarantee your child will love him and look up to him no matter what. 

[callme-holly]

Outsiders x reader warming her cold hands/feet against them.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : i loved this omg <33

Darry Curtis - 

Darry honestly wouldn’t mind all too much. If he knows you’re cold or he sees you trying to warm yourself, he’ll just let you cuddle up against him and warm your hands under his shirt. This man is like a heater, let me tell you, like you’d think he’s got a fever all the damn time. If you two are on the couch together, he’ll either let you put your hands under his shirt or he’ll take them in his own and hold them until you’re warm again. He never complains, nor does he say anything about it; he’ll just let it happen like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“You cold, darlin’?” He glances over at you, and you nod slowly from where you’re rubbing your hands together. Darry hums, taking your hands in his without another word and holding them in his own, the warmth radiating off of him immediately dashing the chill and soothing the growing ache in your fingers. 

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda is more than happy to warm your hands or feet no matter how cold they are. He’ll laugh when you press them against him, giving a dramatic little shiver before pulling you closer to try and retain a bit of warmth.  Sharing a bed with him in the winter is literally heaven—he's also got the body temperature of a heater and will let you use him to warm yourself. He’ll let you warm your hands in his jacket or will press your feet against his legs. 

“Your hands are damn cold, baby!” Soda laughs, flinching a little as you slip your hands under his jacket, pressing close to him. You can only roll your eyes in response, basking in the much-needed warmth and finally relaxing as the chill ebbs away. 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

I can’t imagine Pony would be all too pleased the first time you press your cold hands and feet against him. He probably let out a tiny yelp and complained about how you were basically a “human icicle," but after a while, he’d probably get used to it. He’d probably rub your hands together awkwardly, trying his hardest to be sweet, or will half-heartedly offer you a sweatshirt in an attempt to keep you at least a little warm.

“What the hell, y/n! Your hands are freezing!” He jumps away slightly, and you retract your hands with a small pout.  "Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing your hands together in a poor attempt to produce a little bit of heat. It doesn’t take long before Pony feels guilty, and with a little huff, he takes your hands in his own and rubs them gently between his own.

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny isn’t the warmest person around, and if you were to press your cold hands or feet against him, he’d probably be just as freezing, if not more. Still, that won’t stop him from trying to warm you. He’ll give you his jacket to wrap around you, insisting you need it more than he does, and will bring your hands close to his face, blowing on them gently.

“But Johnny… You’ll freeze to death.” You argue, trying to push away his outstretched jacket, avoiding the pleading look he’s giving you. "Please...” he mumbles, thrusting it at you once more, still as insistent as ever. “You need it more than me. Besides, I’m used to the cold.” 

Dallas Winston - 

Dallas would be annoyed as hell when you first stick your cold hands or feet on him. He’d complain and grumble, pushing you away and muttering about how you’re “worse than the damn weather." But after a little while, he’ll let you slip your hands under his jacket, as long as he doesn’t see you do it, and won’t shove you away roughly. It doesn’t mean he likes the idea; he couldn’t think of anything worse than your cold hands on him, but he also doesn’t want to listen to you whine at him.

“Get the hell off, man." He hisses, pushing your hands away the second they make contact with his skin. “You’re freezing. Tryna give me hypothermia or somethin’?”  You pull away and roll your eyes, fixing him with a look. “It’s cold, Dal.”  He sighs heavily, turning away for a moment, not protesting when your hands slip under his jacket once more. “You’re lucky I tolerate you, doll.” 

Steve Randle - 

Steve would flinch the second your cold hands or feet touched him, but he wouldn’t push you away. He wouldn’t really say much, simply grabbing your hands in his own and rubbing them together briskly to try and get you a little warmer. He’ll never make a big deal about it; he might smirk and tease you a little, but he doesn’t mind helping you out and deep down thinks it’s quite sweet.

“Geez, babe, coulda warned me..." he mumbles, grabbing your hands carefully and holding them between his own greased-stained palms.  “They’re cold.” You defend, looking up at him pointedly, and Steve chuckles. “Yeah, I noticed.” 

Two-Bit Mathews - 

Two would act hella dramatic the second your hands or feet come into contact with him, flinching away and shoving you lightly. He’d laugh a little, but after you whine at him about just how cold you really are, he’ll take your hands in his and let you tuck your feet under his legs with a little eyeroll. He’ll also lend you his jacket, claiming he’s nothing but a gentleman as he wraps it around you.

“Woah, you’re going to give me frost bute with hands like that!” Two-Bit laughs, pushing you away lightly. “Wanna warn a guy before you do that?” You can’t help but smile, shaking your head in exasperation. “Don’t be such a baby.” He chuckles in response, pulling your hands into his. “You better appreciate this. I’m not sharing my body heat for you to be mean.”

[callme-holly]

Hi!! Could you do a Dallas winston x reader fic where the reader is someone who is half asleep and mumbling random stuff. Then they start to just babble to Dallas about how they loves him and wants to marry him while laying in bed?Just a cute little fluff fic

Thank you!! Love your fics!! 💕💕

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : another kind of messy one but im getting back into the flow y'all

The room was silent, save for the sound of the rain hitting the window pane and the hum of Hank Williams playing through the cheap speakers down in the bar. It was late evening, perhaps even early morning, and the bar wasn’t as crowded as it had been a few hours before; still, Buck liked to have his music blaring no matter how many patrons occupied the place. 

Dallas let out a soft grunt as he shifted beside you, jostling you slightly in the process and pulling a low, sleepy whine from your lips. His arm tightens around your middle, dragging you closer so that your head rests against the crook of his shoulder, and his chest vibrates slightly with quiet laughter at your reaction. 

“Stop complainin’ every time I move,” he grumbles, letting his head fall back against the pillow once more with a muffled thud. “Ain’t my fault you trapped me here.” 

You sigh heavily as you nuzzle further into him, too exhausted to care what he might think about the action. Your head is fuzzy, your limbs heavy, feeling like lead weights weighing your entire body down.

“Shut up…” you mumble tiredly, but it comes out slurred with fatigue. You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in bed; the memory of Dallas practically carrying you up the stairs is vague and a little hazy. You can barely focus on his words anymore. It’s hard to think when his arm is around you like this, his hand slipping under the fabric of your shirt, trailing up and down your back idly, warm and comfortable, his skin rough against your own. 

He smells like beer, and smoke, and leather, and it’s something  you could never grow weary of. In fact, you could spend the rest of your life wrapped up in him and not mind at all. His fingers run over your spine lightly, sending shivers down the length of your body, and you feel yourself drifting off.

“"Dal... Will you hold me like this when we're married?” 

Dallas freezes, his entire body tensing up, his hand faltering slightly in it’s movement. “What?” he mumbles, his voice low and gravelly.

Your eyes flutter open as you blink sleepily up at him, pausing for a moment before repeating yourself, almost as if he hadn't heard you the first time. “When we’re married, will you still hold me like this?” 

He stares at you for a second, his brow furrowed in confusion, before the realization washes over him. He goes to pull away, looking almost horrified at the idea, but the way you hum in disapproval makes him think otherwise, and he settles back against the headboard once more. 

“Married?” he echoes dumbly, and you nod, the action lazy and half-hearted.

“Mhm… Married. You know, when you settle down and get a nice house together or something…” You trail off, yawning widely, and Dallas’s lips twitch upwards into the beginnings of an amused smile.

“Like hell I would.” he snorts, his hand continuing its pattern on your back once more. “I don’t do marriage, doll.” 

Your brow scrunches up in confusion, and you roll over so you’re pressed against his side, eveloped in his warmth. “Why not?” 

It’s a good question. Dallas doesn’t know why. Marriage has never been something that’s ever crossed his mind; he’s never even been in a committed relationship until now. Besides, settling down just isn’t his scene...

“I don’t know, baby. Just… not my thing.” He shrugs, and you huff in disappointment, your breath hot on his skin. 

“You’re boring.” You slur, and Dallas chuckles as he tucks your hair behind your ear, his other hand coming to rest lightly on your hip, toying with the waistband of your pajama pants. The heat of his palm is comforting in a way you’d never expect from him, and there’s something about the moment that’s so tender and so rare that you can’t help but melt. Only after a long night would you get him like this: quiet, relaxed, and content. You can’t help but wonder how people see him as heartless and unfeeling, and you find yourself wishing they could see him this way—this peaceful, this happy.

“I ain’t boring,” Dallas replies defensively, but his tone is strangely soft—or as soft as he can manage. “Settling down would make me boring.” 

This time it’s your turn to shake your head in disagreement. “Not boring. Not when you do stuff like this.” You're too tired to know exactly what you're reffering to, but you’re sure he gets the idea.  “It’s nice.” Your voice becomes quieter and softer by the word, and it’s only a minute or so later that your breaths even out and you drift off to sleep, leaving Dallas to watch over you silently.

[callme-holly]

you know what, i want y'all to send me the most sickeningly sweet requests imaginable. I'm in the mood to write some sweet domestic shit. headcanons, imagines, idc send it.

consider this my 700 followers event LMAO THANK YOU ALL SM BTW LOVE Y'ALL <333 !!!!

[callme-holly]

Can you do gang with reader under anesthesia and she forgets they’re dating <33

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚]

𝐚/𝐧 : this is a little messy im so sorry. the idea tho is top tier and if my head wasn't so messy rn i coulda cooked up something great <33

Darry Curtis - 

Darry would probably be both amused and concerned. He wouldn’t leave your side at all, and when you finally come to and turn to look at him with the most confused expression ever, he can’t help but chuckle. When you ask who he is, he’d be very calm and patient, speaking to you in the most gentle voice ever and answering all your questions (even the absurd ones).  Despite his amusement, he is very glad when the anesthesia starts wearing off and you finally recognise who he is.

“You’re my boyfriend?” Your eyes widen a little in surprise, and you tilt your head, earning a small laugh from Darry in response. He nods, reaching over to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face. “Sure am, darlin’... How’re you feeling?”  You nod slowly, still a little in shock, your words still slightly slurred. “Much better now I know that.” 

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda wouldn’t know whether to be hurt or amused by your sudden behaviour. When you finally wake up, squinting at him and asking if he’s your “super hot doctor,” he’d be a little stunned for a moment before bursting out into laughter.  He will tease you the whole time and find your reaction to figuring out he’s you’re boyfriend far too amusing. He won’t ever let you live this down, that’s for sure. 

“Are you my doctor?” Soda freezes at your question, tilting his head slightly, before bursting out into laughter, shaking his head. “No, baby. I’m your boyfriend.” he replies, only laughing harder at the confused expression on your face.  “No way,” you slur. “You’re way too good-looking. How’d I pull this off?” 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Pony would be totally flustered when you don’t recognise him. He’d try his best to stay calm about it, but the second you ask who he is, he’d get a little worried. He’d do his best to reassure you, trying to patiently explain that he’s you’re boyfriend, not a super young doctor, but you’re disbelief has him stumbling. When the anesthesia does wear off, he’d be so relieved, and he'll probably blush anytime someone brings it up.

“Wait… you’re my boyfriend?” you slur, narrowing your eyes supiciouly at him. “You look pretty young.” Pony swallows heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I mean, we’re the same age.”  You lean a little closer, squinting in disbelief. “You age well then…” 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny would handle the situation with nothing but patience and care. When you don’t recognise him at first, he’d be a little hurt, but quickly gets over it when he realises you don’t mean it. He’d sit close beside you, reassuring you that he’s your boyfriend and chuckling every time you deny it. 

“You’re really cute,” you mumble, blinking up at him. “Are you my nurse?” Johnny flushes slightly, shaking his head quickly. “No, y/n… I’m your boyfriend.” Your brows furrow, and you lean back, pausing for a moment before shrugging. “Lucky me.” 

Dallas Winston - 

Dally would be a little caught off guard at first. He’d probably assume your joking and might play along, but when he realises you’re deadly serious, he gets a little defensive and will try to jog your memory. You forgetting he’s your boyfriend is a big blow to his ego. He will tease you about it for the rest of your life, and the second you wake up, he’ll be all smug like he wasn’t freaking out two seconds ago.

“Who’re you?” you slur, looking up at him suspiciously. “You’re not my boyfriend. My boyfriend is way tougher than you.” Dallas raises a brow and chuckles. “Oh yeah? And what do you think I am, some sweet country boy?”  You can only stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “You’re to pretty lookin’ to be tough.”  And, for once in his life. Dally is speechless. Pretty? Yeah right… “Damn, doll. They really messed you up, huh?” 

Steve Randle - 

Steve wouldn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed when you don’t recognise him. He’d probably find the humour in the situation, making a saractic response, but there’s still a petty part of him that’s upset by your lack of recognition. Once the anaesthesia starts wearing off, he’ll be incredibly relieved, checking you’re okay and you feel fine before giving you a hard time (all lighthearted, of course; he can’t be made at you.)

“Are you sure you’re my boyfriend?” You ask, looking him up and down with an incredulous expression. Steve smirks, leaning back a little and crossing his arms. “Yeah, baby. I am. What did you forget about me or something?” “No.” You retort sharply, narrowing your eyes. “My boyfriend just isn’t greasy and covered in car oil.”  Steve snorts and shakes his head, grasping your hand gently. “You’re lucky I like you…” he whispers. 

Two-bit Mathews - 

Two would not be hurt in the slightest. The second you ask who he is, he can’t help but laugh loudly, playing along and cracking jokes. He is entirely unbothered by your confusion and will spend the entire time trying to convince you into believing some wild stories. When you finally do figure out who he is, he'll act all smug about it, teasing you more until the anesthesia finally wears off.

“You’re telling me that you’re my boyfriend?” you ask, words slurred and confused. Two-bit grins widely, crossing his arms and nodding. “You bet, baby. I’m the best you’ve ever had!” You squint, looking a little doubtful. “I don’t know… You seem kinda goofy. My boyfriend is actually funny.”  He can’t help but laugh, pressing a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “Well… If that ain’t a way to treat the man of your dreams, I don’t know what is…”  

[callme-holly]

Hello!

So I came across your post about The Outsiders requests and if you are still taking them I have one! And if you don't really like the sound of this or don't feel comfortable writing this that's more than okay!

But, if you are comfortable with it..

I was thinking a Darry x Reader where the reader is drunk and Darry brings her to his place and takes care of her. Stuff like where she is in one of his shirts that is way to big on her, and like if the other boys are being to loud he will get very defensive and tell them to quiet down since the reader is hungover. Just little things like that in it.

Thank you!! <3

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧 : i kind of really love this

The whole room spun as Darry set you carefully down onto the couch, your mind reeling, feeling sluggish and heavy with fatigue. It’s not like you’d meant to get drunk; it had just sort of happened; one drink turned into two, and then another, until you were a stumbling, giggling mess. 

It hadn't taken long, however, for the novelty to wear off, the initial pleasant buzz dissipating and leaving you feeling nauseated and tired, your eyelids growing heavy with each passing second. If it weren't for the fact that Darry was currently holding onto your shoulder in an attempt to support you, you probably would have passed out right there on the couch without so much as a second thought. He was trying his best not to look worried, but, even in your inebriated state, you could see the way he kept biting at the edge of his lip, the slight furrow of his brow giving him away entirely. 

It’s not like you were the only drunk person in the room; the other boys were far worse off than you. Two-Bit and Steve were practically tripping over themselves, and Dallas had dragged himself off home, refusing to accept the help offered. Soda hadn’t consumed a single drop of alcohol, yet he was still bouncing around, laughing loudly, and to anyone who didn’t know him personally, they would think he was just as wasted as everyone else. 

A sharp sting of pain tore through you, hammering at your skull as Steve let out a particularly shrill cackle that seemed to reverberate through the room, causing you to wince. You closed your eyes and let your head thud back against the cushions, trying desperately to focus on anything but the dull throbbing behind your eyes. 

“Hey, darlin',” Darry's voice sounded soft, barely above a whisper, as you felt his cool hand gently press against your forehead, smoothing down the hair that fell in loose waves over your face. “What’d you say we go run you a nice bath, hm? Might help with that hangover.” 

You don’t have the energy to fight him on the offer; in fact, a warm bath sounds almost heavenly right about now. The room spins again as you nod numbly, limp in Darry’s arms, as he scoops you up and carries you slowly towards the bathroom, the voices and shouts of the other boys becoming more and more distant until they’re nothing but a muffled hum behind the closed door. 

Your mind swims, and you struggle to stay awake, blinking your eyes rapidly to clear them before they start drooping shut. Darry is still speaking, though you can’t seem to make out what he’s saying, his voice sounding too quiet for you to be able to pick apart the words. He spends a few moments fussing over the water, making sure it's not too hot, before turning back to you, carefully removing your clothes, and setting them aside to be washed later. His movements are gentle and slow, and you lean against him, relying heavily on him to keep you upright, your legs feeling unsteady beneath you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, cradling you close to him, his chest pressed against yours as he holds you close, guiding you to the tub with the same care as someone who is handling a small child. He lowers you gingerly into the water, fingers carding through your hair as you sink into the warmth, letting the heat consume you entirely, your eyes finally fluttering shut and a contented hum leaving your lips. 

You feel weightless, completely relaxed, your body drained of everything except for the sweet, blissful sensation of Darry’s hands running through your hair and over your shoulders. 

“Better?” He murmurs, his thumb stroking softly across your skin, drawing a hum of affirmation from you. 

“Better,” you answer, your own voice slurred with exhaustion. “Much better.” 

Darry smiles faintly at you, kissing the top of your head in a way that could only be described as tender. He washes you slowly, massaging shampoo into your scalp with practiced hands and scrubbing down your body with careful deliberation. Every once in a while, one of his hands leaves your side to stroke lightly across your cheek or to brush away a stray lock of hair sticking to your face. 

You don’t remember when he started talking to you, mumbling under his breath about how he’d told you to go easy on the drink, nor do you know when he’d started to drain the soapy water surrounding you, leaving you cold and shivering. Your eyes are still half-lidded, your mind hazy, your body heavy with sleep. But Darry keeps murmuring to you, brushing kisses across your cheeks and jawline, your forehead, your temple. His voice is soothing, low, and rich with a hint of something you can’t place, that southern drawl coming out as thick as honey. 

A towel is draped loosely over your shoulders as Darry guides you out of the tub, making quick work of drying you off and sitting you down on the edge of the closed toilet seat. He kneels down in front of you then, his large, calloused hand resting on your knees, flashing you a small smile.

“Do me a favour and wait here. I’ll go get you something to change into, alright?” 

You can only nod in response; any other answer would be deemed unacceptable, and you’d be made to wait here regardless. 

 You watch as he disappears into the hall, thecacophonyy of shouts and laughter reaching your ears the second the door opens, only to be muffled just as fast as it swings shut with a barely audible click, leaving you alone. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to force away the heaviness clinging to your limbs, the fuzzy feeling beginning to creep into your head, and the headache pounding behind your eyes. 

You don’t know how long you’re sitting like that, trying your hardest not to give in to sleep, but after a while, Darry steps back into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand and a pile of clean clothes in the other. You blink blearily at him, watching as he kneels before you once more, setting the clothes aside and bringing the glass to your lips.

“Take a few sips for me, sweetheart. It’ll help the headache.” You comply, accepting small sips until your stomach decides it's had enough and you're forced to pull back, a slightly disgruntled expression on your face. Darry doesn’t force the issue, simply removing the towel and dressing you in nothing but his shirt and boxers, both items hanging off your frame loosely, the fabric soothing against your skin.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re burying your face into his chest with a quiet whine, pressing yourself firmly against him, your arms clutching his waist like a lifeline, as if you're afraid he'll leave if you ever let go of him. 

Darry chuckles softly in amusement, rubbing your back reassuringly, his chin resting atop your head. 

“I think we should get you in bed,” he whispers, his voice rumbling deep within his chest, sending a shudder down your spine. “I'll get the boys to quiet down, and then I'll come join you, yeah?”

“Okay,” you murmur, nuzzling closer to him, closing your eyes. You feel his arms tighten around you, holding you close, enveloping you in warmth as he presses a gentle kiss into your hair. 

You want to ask him not to go, to keep hold of you and never let you go, but you also know it won't be long before he's beside you once more, pulling you tightly into his embrace and promising he will never, ever, let anything happen to you. And you trust him more than anything in the world.

[callme-holly]

thought i was on a motivation streak but i lied lmao

got a lot going on rn and haven't been great mentally so my uploads might be a bit slow. sorry y'all <33

[callme-holly]

please…. the gang w a soc!gf who’s like karen smith (mean girls) ?? emphasis on the stupid part as well thank yewww

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧 : this is a little all over the place, so sorry <33

Darry Curtis - 

You are the last person anyone would expect Darry to end up with: ditzy, a little clueless, and not to mention a soc. But at the same time, nobody was really surprised. You two kind of just clicked, and he’s so incredibly patient with you. It’s a nice balance; Darry is hardworking, strict, and you’re more relaxed and generous. His brothers love you, even if they do think you’re a little dumb somtimes, but Darry finds it incredibly refreshing to have someone so layed back and cheerful around after a stressful work day. 

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda doesn’t care that you’re more or less a little stupid. He dropped out of school, so who is he to judge. Sometimes it’s nice to be around someone who’s expectations aren’t so demanding and who isn’t as clever as Darry and Pony. He loves how sweet you are, how easy-going you are, and the two of you are probably the most lovesick couple in Tulsa. It drives the gang crazy. 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Nobody was suprised when Pony came home saying his girlfriend was a soc. They were surprised, however, when they met you and saw that you were pretty clueless and a little dumb. It’s no secret Pony is one of the smartest kids in his year, so for him to be dating you? Yeah, forgive them for being a little speechless. Nobody says anything though; they can see how happy you both are together. Besides, you’re sweet and funny enough. 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny absolutely adores you, no matter how smart you are. He knows you’re not the sharpest tool, but he deosn’t mind and he has the patience of a saint. You’re sweet, and gentle, which is just what he needs when he’s away from his family and chaos of the gang. Even if you are a little naive, he has no problem explaining things to you, laughing softly when you finally catch on with a gentle “oohh” 

Dallas Winston - 

It was a major surprise when Dally settled with you: a soc, and a pretty dumb one at that. He isn’t too bothered by your ditziness, but he will tease you for it, and he will make jokes. But if anyone else even dares comment on how clueless or stupid you are, he will beat the tar outta them; nobody makes fun of his girl but him. He isn’t the most patient, and he can get a little snappy if you’re slow to understand something, but it won’t take long for him to cool down when he knows you can’t help it. 

Steve Randle - 

Steve never expected to fall for someone like you, but you completely won him over with your bubbly personality and sweetness. Sure, there are some moments when he’s talking to you about cars and you just give him the blankest stare ever, but he can’t ever seem to be annoyed with you. He’ll tease you a lot, but the gang can all see how much he loves you from the way he rambles about how “cute and clueless” you are. 

Two-Bit Mathews - 

Two thrives on your ditzy personality. To him, you’re the funniest, most entertaining person he’s ever met. He’s always teasing you, but it’s never in a mean way – they’re more playful quips that have you giggling even if you don’t fully understand them. He’ll call you little names in the most affectionate way possible, but the second someone else tries to make a joke at your expense, he flips the switch from easy-going to protective. He loves your sweet and carefree attitude, and thinks you’re such a breath of fresh air.