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[cranberrv]

thunder

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston loses his temper

( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope that’s ok… also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )

it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.

“are you sure you don’t want it back, dal?” you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.

“nah, sugar, don’t want ya freezin’ to death out here,” he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.

“i’ll just go inside, though, so you don’t get hypothermia or something..” you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.

“you’re fine, baby, stay with me.” you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand that’s rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.

nothing could ruin this moment.

you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadn’t said them before — it’s been a year since you’ve started dating, and you’ve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.

“.. i love ya, dal,” you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual — exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.

eventually, he speaks. “i know ya do, sugar.”

you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?

he catches your sigh. of course he knows what you’re sighing about — he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesn’t want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.

“it would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,” you eventually say.

“oh c’mon,” another drag of his cigarette. “you ain’t an idiot, you know i do.”

“do i? i can’t remember one time you’ve said ‘i love you’ to me,” you cross your arms and look up at him.

“this isn’t somethin’ to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like you’re okay. all because he doesn’t want his friends to hear. “and i have said it, baby, you’re just forgetting or somethin’.”

“you have not, i would remember if you have,” you counter, shoving his hand off of you. “i don’t want to argue, dallas, i really don’t—“

“too damn bad, y/n, because you’re sayin’ that i don’t love you, and we both know that ain’t true,”

“then say it.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. “it has been a whole year of us dating, and you’re never ready to say that you love me,” you raise your voice to get your point across.

“christ, y/n, you’re difficult, huh?” he groans. “it ain’t a big deal, don’t go throwing a tantrum.”

“i’m difficult? dallas, i don’t know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or you’re done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.”

“you’re fuckin’ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ain’t done with you. don’t go stickin’ words in my mouth,” his voice is raising, too.

“if you’re not done with me, then you love me.” you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. “it hurts, dallas, that i don’t get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,”

he groans. “you know that i do, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. “holy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit bein’ such a bitch!”

the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. “don’t call me that,”

“c’mon, man, you’re acting like a fuckin’ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethin’ that i’ve already admitted,” he says, voice still raised. “take a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once you’re normal again.”

you scoff. “because i’m expressing my feelings, suddenly i’m a lunatic? because i’m not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, i’m not normal?”

“you’re freakin’ out because i didn’t say it back once, of course i think you’re going crazy.”

“i’m ‘freaking out’ because it’s been a year of ‘thank you’ and ‘i know’ whenever i tell you i love you,”

“you’re being a dumbass, y/n, you know i—“ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. “fine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when you’ve cooled off, i’m goin’ home,”

when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you don’t even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

of course, you don’t call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isn’t there, when in reality he just doesn’t want to talk to you? just so suddenly you’re bending to his will, and he’s getting his way once again? you don’t think so.

dallas does this a lot — whenver you two fight, even if it’s a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a day. it’s never stretched longer, until now. it’s been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.

the next day at school, you’re walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of “told you so” and “that’s dallas for you”, and you can’t say they’re wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.

the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. it’s a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrill’s.

“that must be dal’s friend, buck,” you whisper to your friends. “but why would buck be here?”

“he’s a greaser, he’s probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,” randy, marcia’s boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.

“i’ll go see whats up,” you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.

as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but it’s dallas winston.

“hi,” you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if you’re even still fighting.

“hey, sweetie,” he says, not explaining what he’s doing here.

“what’re doing?” you ask him.

he shrugs. “wanted to see you, i dunno.”

“oh,” you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped for—

“i shouldn’t of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasn’t cool,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “and you ain’t a bitch.”

“..thanks.” you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.

he’s staring out into the parking lot instead of you. “and i’m crazy about you, man,” he looks up at you. “you gotta know that, sugar.”

“thank you,” you repeat again, unsure of what to say.

another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. “i love ya, doll,”

you should’ve stayed mad, you should’ve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all you’ve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.

“i love you too, dallas.” you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “thank you,”

“you gotta stop sayin’ that, y/n,” he teases, playfully pushing you away. “go hang out with your stupid friends, man. i’ll come over tonight and hang.”

you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.

[starflungwaddledee]

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[honeytonedhottie]

important announcement⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍰🎀

hey guys 🙈 so im going to be taking a little break from posting. school is really picking up for me and i want to focus solely on getting ahead (im a junior) also im going to be taking some time to focus on my manifestations...

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[mysicksecrets]

sometimes i think about my professor that used to like lowkey have a crush on me (he was at least 55.) last semester and every time i tell my friends about the stuff he did towards me i realize how u incredibly not normal that was

[huellitaa]

🎀💭 blog revamp: complete!ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ 💭 🎀ㅤ

i know i've not been very active lately, and i apologise! i have been getting my shit together in real life and online and have been working through some personal bits. i know i often go on and off of hiatuses randomly, but i'm attempting learning consistency in all areas of my life (and managing my time better because i'm absolutely terrible at it) and tumblr seems to be one of them that i need to work on too. anyway, thank you for your patience, and look forward to my usual messy, non-consistent chaotic girly posts ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 WHAT'S NEW?

my blog is now divided into two seperate parts: @hue-hearts, my music, k-pop, media, reviews, etc. blog, and @huellitaa (this blog), which is my digital diary, photo dump, glow up, chaotic it girl blog.

updated my intro post, making each of my blogs now easy to navigate and giving you all more information ♡

i still don't have a posting schedule and no i will not be using the queue. i want to post what i want when i want without being held to any kind of schedule.

[bleach-your-panties]

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why the fuck is Spanish so hard to learn how about instead of taking a test on it I shoot myself

[cranberrv]

puppy love

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston isn’t scared of anything — or so you think!

( a/n: i love that its canon that dal is afraid of spiders, its too cute 😊 )

nothing scared dallas winston. you loved that about him. how manly he was, how he protected you and how safe you felt with a boy who’s only weakspot was you. you’d seen him punch a guy in the face just for asking for your number, and you’d seen him talk back to the police, with no fear of going to jail. you admired him for everything that might be taken as scary in other peoples minds.

you two were relaxing in your room, getting ready for bed. tonight was one of the lucky days where your parents let him sleep over. you have no idea how he charmed your parents so quickly, but you decide not to question it.

he’s fiddling with the stuffed animals that you’ve had since you’re a child — he loves making fun of you for keeping him. often, you get comments from him that start with “when i was in new york…” or “you keep stuffed animals and i help my friends get away with murder,” he just loves any excuse to prove he’s tougher than you. which is funny, because it’s blatanly obvious that he is. he’s sitting on your bed in his dirty leather jacket and gun in his lap, surrounded by pink duvet covers, makeup, and stuffies.

meanwhile, you’re fresh out of the shower in your pastel pink bath robe. you have a face mask on, and your body smells like strawberries because of your body lotion. you’re in the middle of blowdrying your hair, humming along to your lesley gore record, when you see a small spider on the bathroom mirror.

these were the times where you wish you weren’t such a wimp. i mean, look at your boyfriend! he’s not scared of anything, he wouldn’t physically jump at a harmless bug. you let out a squeal, backing away from the bug and dropping the hairdryer on the ground.

dally perks up at your squeal. “what’s wrong, doll?” he calls to you from your room.

you can’t believe you’re asking him for help to deal with this. “can you come in here?” you call back. and soon enough, the door creaks open and he walks in.

his inital thought of why you called him in here is that you want to make love. you look so beautiful, in your little robe and your wet hair. it seems like the perfect moment. but then he looks at your pretty face, your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing post-squeal. “what’s up with you?” he has to ask.

“spider,” you say softly, catching your breath as you go to stand behind him, away from the bug on the mirror. “it’s so gross and fat,”

“you’re afraid of a fat spider?” he has to chuckle. “c’mon, sweetie, you got your man to help y’with a bug?” he teases.

you sigh, and he goes to hold your hand, an assurance that he’s only joking. you say, “can you please be nice for one second and help me?”

“yeah, where is it?” he asks, and you point to the mirror. he steps closer, letting go of your hand as he goes to check it out. the minute he notices it, the spider moves closer to him, and he flinches. that’s the first time you’ve ever seen him flinch. “holy fuck,” he sighs, trying to stay composed. “that’s fuckin’ gross, doll,”

“i know,” you say softly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you watch him. “can you kill it?”

“i— no. if you think i’m getting within a foot of this spider, you’re crazy,” he says, his voice stubborn.

“dallas,” you groan, looking up at him. “it won’t hurt you, so please?”

he can just barely find the strength to resist the pleading look in your eye. he’s looking at you with his gorgeous brown eyes, with clenched jaw, and you can see the hesitation in his eyes. but he shakes his head no. “no, y/n, just leave it in here. like y’said, it won’t hurt you. just let it live.”

“no, dallas, what if it comes into my room and climbs on my face in the middle of the night?” you ask. you’re exaggerating, obviously, but the thought still worries you.

“it won’t. you’ll be fine, baby,” he is really insistent on not going near that spider.

that’s when it clicks for you. he’s scared. dallas winston, the boy known all around tulsa as the toughest guy in town, is scared of a spider in his girlfriends bathroom. “are you scared, dal?” you ask genuinely, as if he’d ever admit it

“what? no, i’m not scared of anything,” he huffs, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the ground, as if he’s overheating. “i’ll kill it f’you, sweetie,” oh, so now that you’ve pointed out his fear, he just has to prove you wrong!

“you sure? ‘cause i bet my parents are still awake, i can ask them—“

he cuts you off. “no, i got it. you got a fly swatter or something?”

“yeah, but it’s in the storage locker in sand springs,” you admit.

“oh my god,” he sighs, and grabs your shirt off the ground, the one that you threw off before you got in the shower. “i’ll just use this, then,”

“um, that’s my favourite shirt,” you say softly. “please don’t use that,”

“just wash it,” he shrugs. he rolls up the shirt, going to smack the spider with it, but suddenly he just stops and steps back. “no way, that thing’s gonna jump on me,” he shakes his head vigourously, setting your shirt back down and going to sit beside you.

you can’t help the little smile that forms on your pink lips. it’s kind of cute seeing dallas like this. “so you’re scared?”

he can’t even deny it anymore. “quit it, man,” he smiles when he sees your smile, and playfully pushes you.

you giggle when he pushes you, then go stand up. “i’ll go get my dad to kill it,”

he doesn’t even say no, like you thought he would. he just nods and looks up at you. “yeah, go do that, sweetie,”

[dwllie]

SNTRY ・❥・ PRONOUNS ・❥・ RETROSPRING

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ANNOUNCMENT⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦

so for the march it girl magazine on my blog me and @pastel-charm-14 will be doing reader submissions. basically you can submit ur own posts to be featured in the it girl magazine. the magazine drops on the last day of every month, so this months catalog drops on the thirty first.

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[linagram]

maybe the second funniest thing after yurika possibly ending up as the only innocent female prisoner of this season could be getting linagram season 1 reverse with akio, kei and yurika as the innocent trio