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thewulf · 4 months ago

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Curtis & Co || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - I was thinking maybe Darry & fem reader have been together for a long time, all the boys consider them to be the Big Brother/Sister/Mom & Dad of the gang. But Darry saved up enough money to propose to his girl. So he gets the gang involved in the proposal too.

A/N: Thank you for the request @fanboyswhore9 !!! I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.3k +

TW: General The Outsiders

The Curtis house was never quiet. Not really. Even when Ponyboy was nose deep in a book, lost in some far-off world, the house still buzzed with life. Soda was always running his mouth, cracking jokes, and filling the space with laughter. While Steve and Two-Bit bickered over whatever nonsense they had cooked up that day. And there was Darry. He was always steady, always carrying the weight of it all. His shoulders squared under the responsibility of keeping a family together.

And then there was you.

You had been around since the beginning. Long before everything fell apart. You had been Darry’s best friend back when he was just a golden boy with big dreams before life had asked too much of him too soon. You had seen the way his parents adored him. How they looked at him like he was bound for something great. You had seen him at his best, laughing and reckless, a kid who thought the world had endless possibilities. And you had seen him at his worst, standing in the wreckage of his life after his parents were gone, exhausted and terribly scared but too damn proud to admit it.

You never left. Not when it got hard. Not when Darry had to trade in his college dreams for double shifts and sleepless nights. Somewhere along the way you started picking up the pieces alongside him. You helped him raise Ponyboy. Kept Soda from spiraling. Always made sure there was always food on the table even when it meant stretching meals too thin. You weren’t just Darry’s best friend anymore. You were his family. Their family.

And the gang noticed.

At first it started as a joke. Something Steve tossed out casually when you made him an extra sandwich one afternoon. “Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smirk before stuffing his face. You had rolled your eyes at the time thinking nothing of it.

But then Two-Bit picked it up and that was when the real trouble started. “Hey, Dar, your wife says I gotta do the dishes,” he’d called out one night, grinning as he leaned against the counter. “You really gonna let her boss me around like that?”

Darry while scrubbing the kitchen table down had barely looked up. “If she says to do the dishes you’ll do the damn dishes, Keith.”

That only made Two-Bit cackle. “Alright, alright.” He threw his hands up and got to work.

Even Ponyboy who was usually quiet and reserved had given Darry a rare, knowing smirk one day after dinner. “She’s got more authority in this house than you do Darry.”

And that was when Soda decided to take it personally. “Dar,” he sighed dramatically one night, kicking his feet up on the table. “You do realize you already got yourself a wife, right?”

Darry shot him a look. “Soda.”

“No, no,” Soda continued, waving a hand. “I’m just stating the obvious. You act like a married couple. You argue like a married couple. Hell, you even cook dinner together like a married couple.”

Ponyboy looked up from his book with an innocent expression. “You should just ask her out already. You basically act married anyway.” Johnny nodding along with him.

Darry frowned, like the idea had never truly crossed his mind before. He scoffed, shaking his head. “I—I don’t—”

“You do,” Soda cut in.

“You absolutely do,” Steve added from the couch.

And then, as if this entire ordeal wasn’t already a nightmare for Darry, Dallas Winston strolled into the room smirking like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. “Oh, hell, finally,” Dally drawled, plopping down on the arm of the couch while flicking his lighter open and shut. “Took y’all long enough to say it. I was about ready to spell it out in the damn sky.”

Darry groaned, rubbing his temples. “Not you, too.”

Dally snorted, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You’re real slow, man. Real slow. I mean, damn. You’re playing house over here, takin’ care of Pony, makin’ sure Soda don’t drink himself into a coma and then there’s your girl, who’s been stuck to your hip since before you had a damn mortgage on your shoulders. You’re tellin’ me you just realized it?”

Darry’s scowl deepened, but the tips of his ears went pink.

Dally exhaled a cloud of smoke before shaking his head. “Pathetic. You oughta be ashamed.”

Soda cracked up while Steve pounded the table. “Oh man, Dallas is calling you pathetic. That’s gotta sting.”

“Shut up,” Darry grumbled but at this point it didn’t matter. Because maybe, just maybe, they were right.

Maybe when you leaned against the counter laughing at something Pony said Darry had a hard time looking away. Maybe when you patched him up after a rough shift, scolding him for pushing himself too hard, he liked hearing the worry in your voice. Maybe when he watched you sitting on the porch with Ponyboy quietly listening to him talk about nothing and everything, something in his chest ached in a way he didn’t want to name. Soda was right. Dally was right. The whole damn gang was right. Darry had been in love with you for years. He had just been too damn stubborn to admit it.

It took him three days to work up the nerve to do anything about it.

He didn’t plan anything grand. That wasn’t your style. He just asked if you wanted to take a walk one night after dinner. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His shoulders tense in a way that had nothing to do with work. You didn’t question it but instead just fell into step beside him. The two of you walking quietly under the flickering streetlights with the night air cool against your skin.

Darry had never been one for fancy words, never been one to spill his feelings easily. But he had spent enough time swallowing them down. He cleared his throat before glancing over at you. “I… uh… I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time.” He blurted out.

You stopped walking and looked at him with wide eyes. “…Think?” You asked as he took you completely off guard with that one.

His ears burned red. “Fine,” he admitted. “I know.”

You let the silence stretch, dragging it out just to make him sweat a little longer, enjoying the rare sight of Darrel Curtis looking unsure of himself. Then after what felt like forever to him you grinned, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Took you long enough, Curtis.”

The gang lost their ever-loving minds when they found out.

Soda whooped so loudly he nearly fell off the porch, clutching his stomach as he gasped for breath. Two-Bit declared a national holiday and immediately started preparing for an imaginary wedding. Steve groaned, already complaining about how he was going to have to witness “gross couple behavior” for the rest of his life.

Dally, of course, took full credit. “I mean if it weren’t for me he’d still be sittin’ there lookin’ confused.”

Pony just rolled his eyes and muttered, “God help us all.”

And Johnny?

Johnny just smiled, shaking his head, because he had seen it coming long before Darry ever did.

Two years had passed since Darry finally pulled his head out of the sand and asked you to be his girl. Two years of late-night talks on the porch, of shared laughter over burned breakfasts, of feeling light in a way neither of you had since the world had come crashing down. Loving Darry wasn’t always easy. He carried too much weight on his shoulders, worried too much, worked himself too hard. But you wouldn’t trade a second of it. Because the truth was you had always been his, long before he ever admitted it.

But time hadn’t stopped moving, hadn’t let you stay frozen in those golden moments forever. Life had changed. It had hardened in ways you never could have predicted. Johnny was gone. Dallas, too. The grief still clung to the gang, settling into the spaces they once filled, but it didn’t break you. Not completely anyway. You had all learned how to carry it. How to live with the loss without letting it consume you.

And somehow through it all Darry never let go of you.

You weren’t just his best friend anymore. You weren’t just his girl. You were his. And he was yours. The one he reached for at the end of a long day. The one he trusted to see the parts of him he hid from everyone else. And if there was one thing Darry Curtis knew with absolute certainty it was that he didn’t want to spend another day without you.

Which was exactly why he had a ring stashed away in a place even Two-Bit couldn’t find.

Darry Curtis was going to propose.

And unfortunately for him that meant getting the gang involved.

He knew it was a mistake. Knew it the second he opened his mouth. But Darry wasn’t the kind of guy who did things halfway and if he was going to ask you to marry him he was going to make it something special. Nothing too grand because you’d hate that. Always had. But something special for the two of you.

Which is why, for better or worse, he found himself sitting in the Curtis living room watching as Soda, Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve absolutely butchered what was supposed to be a simple proposal plan.

“Alright, hear me out,” Two-Bit said, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye that immediately made Darry regret every life choice that led to this moment. “What if we set off fireworks?”

Pony sighed, already rubbing his temples. “Two-Bit, you can’t even light a match properly.”

“Okay, fine, but what about—”

Soda cut in with a grin. “What if we get a horse?” Darry groaned. This was going to be hell.

Darry leaned back in his chair rubbing a hand down his face as he listened to the absolute train wreck unfolding around him. He wasn’t sure why he thought this would be a good idea. He knew these idiots had no sense of subtlety or reason. Here he was regretting everything as Steve pushed forward with what had to be the worst romantic advice he had ever heard.

"Listen, Dar," Steve started, crossing his arms like he was some expert on the subject. "The key to a solid proposal is shock value."

Darry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Shock value?"

Steve nodded like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, man. You gotta catch her off guard! I’m talkin’ like bam! Just drop the question mid-conversation. Like, when she least expects it. Keeps things exciting."

Soda nearly fell out of his seat laughing. "Mid-conversation, Steve? What, you think Darry’s gonna be talkin’ about groceries and just throw in a ‘hey, wanna get hitched’ in between tomatoes and bread?"

Steve shrugged. "I’m just saying, girls love surprises."

"But she doesn’t," Pony muttered, shaking his head. Steve just shot him a glare and shrugged.

"Now me," Two-Bit cut in, pointing to himself, "I got class. Darry, you should definitely propose at the drive-in."

Darry sighed regretting this entire conversation. "The drive-in."

Two-Bit grinned. "Yeah! During a horror movie." Silence filled the room.

Pony just stared at him, looking almost pained. "During a horror movie?"

"Yeah, picture it!" Two-Bit leaned forward, waving his hands dramatically. "You wait till the scariest part like when the monster’s about to pop out then you drop down on one knee! She’ll be so freaked out she won’t even think, she’ll just say yes!"

Steve snorted. "Or scream and knee him in the face."

Soda wiped tears from his eyes finding far too much enjoyment for Darry’s liking. "Oh man, I wanna see that."

Darry groaned. "There is no way I’m proposing during a damn horror movie."

Two-Bit just shrugged. "Your loss. Could’ve been legendary."

Pony, ever the poet, sighed dramatically while slipping his notebook open. "You should do something meaningful, Darry. Something with depth. A real moment between you two."

"Not happening," Darry shot back immediately.

"You didn’t even let me finish!" Pony huffed at his eldest brother.

"Because I already know whatever you’re about to say is gonna be too complicated."

"It’s not complicated! I was just thinking—"

"No poems, Pony." Darry sat back in the couch, reeling.

"But—"

"No."

Pony scowled while muttering under his breath about how nobody in this family appreciated literature. Meanwhile, Soda was having the time of his life watching his usually cool, collected big brother flounder like a fish out of water. He was positively thriving in Darry’s misery.

"Damn, Dar," Soda chuckled, slapping a hand on his back. "You’re really sweatin’ this, huh?"

Darry shot him a glare. "Of course, I’m sweatin’ this, Soda. I’m trying to propose to the woman I love."

Soda just grinned. "I know and it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen."

Darry sighed again, realizing that this was the moment he had officially lost control of the situation. But after what felt like hours of absolute nonsense, Darry had finally managed to wrangle the gang into something resembling a plan. It took a lot of patience, a lot of vetoing bad ideas (he was never letting Two-Bit near fireworks, and Steve was absolutely banned from giving further input), but somehow, against all odds, they had pulled it together.

The final decision? A simple, quiet dinner at the Curtis house. Nothing too fancy, nothing too showy, just something that felt right. The gang would help set it up, make sure everything was perfect, and then he’d finally ask the question that had been sitting on his tongue for months.

That was the plan.

Now all he had to do was actually go through with it.

Which, as he stood in the middle of the miraculously clean Curtis kitchen and adjusting the collar of his shirt for the hundredth time, suddenly felt a lot harder than he expected. His hands felt clammy, his stomach twisted up in knots, and for the first time in a long time Darry Curtis felt nervous.

Soda noticed immediately. "Would ya quit fidgeting?" his younger brother teased, nudging him with his elbow. "You look fine. Better than fine, actually. You sure you’re not the one gettin’ proposed to?"

Darry shot him a glare. "Not helping, Soda."

Soda just grinned, utterly unbothered. "What, you nervous?"

"No," Darry lied, adjusting his sleeves.

Steve snorted from across the room. "Yeah, okay, sure. You’ve been checking your watch every thirty seconds, Dar. If you get any more worked up you’re gonna pass out before she even walks through the door."

Darry groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hate you guys."

Two-Bit clapped him on the shoulder, looking way too proud of himself. "You’ll thank us when she says yes, big guy. I mean if she says yes—"

Steve smirked. "Oh yeah, she could say no."

Soda gasped dramatically. "Oh man, what if she laughs?"

"Y’all are the worst," Darry muttered, shaking his head.

Ponyboy took pity on him. "Relax, Darry. She loves you. You could probably propose with a burger and a milkshake, and she’d still say yes."

Darry exhaled his shoulders dropping slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."

But even as he said it the nerves didn’t fade. Not completely. Because this was it. The moment he was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. And then as if fate had been waiting for just the right second to make his heart damn near stop, there was a soft knock at the door.

Soda grinned. "Showtime."

The second the knock sounded at the door. Darry felt his stomach drop. He had faced down Socs in street fights, worked brutal shifts in the heat of summer, taken on the responsibility of raising two younger brothers before he even hit his twenties. But nothing had ever made his hands sweat like this.

Soda, grinning way too much, clapped him on the back. “Alright tough guy, don’t choke.”

Darry shot him a glare before jerking his thumb toward the back door. “All of you, out. Now.”

Steve scoffed. “Aw, c’mon, we can’t even watch?”

“No.”

Two-Bit groaned dramatically but he was already halfway to the back door, grabbing a roll off the table as he went. “Fine, fine, we’ll leave you to your romantic moment. But if you pass out, I’m comin’ back to revive you.”

Pony smirked but gave Darry a reassuring nod before following the others outside. Soda, the last to leave, wagged his eyebrows and whispered, “You got this.” Then he was gone, and the house was finally quiet.

Darry took a deep breath. This was it. No turning back now.

He opened the door, and there you were just back from your shift looking tired but beautiful as ever. Your brow furrowing slightly as you stepped inside.

Your eyes swept across the house taking in the shockingly spotless living room and the lack of boys sprawled across the furniture. The warm scent of something home-cooked lingering in the air. Your lips quirked as you turned back to Darry. “Alright, what’s going on? Did you finally scare the boys into cleaning up after themselves?”

Darry smirked but the nerves in his stomach twisted tighter. “Not exactly.” You narrowed your eyes slightly about to ask another question, but then he stepped fully into the light, and your words caught in your throat.

Because damn. Darry was always handsome. Annoyingly so. But tonight? Tonight, he looked unfairly good. He was freshly shaven, dressed up in a button-down shirt that fit just right. His usually messy hair combed back neatly. Your gaze flicked over him, then back up to his face, and you arched a knowing eyebrow.

“Well, don’t you look nice,” you teased, stepping closer. “What’s the occasion? Got a hot date?”

Darry exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “Something like that.” He took your hand, his grip warm and steady despite the fact that his heart was racing. “Come with me.” You let him lead you toward the kitchen, curiosity flickering in your expression. And when you stepped inside your breath caught.

The table was set for two. A candle flickering softly in the center with plates arranged neatly with a home-cooked meal that was definitely not thrown together at the last minute. The room was quiet, intimate, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of the Curtis household.

Your heart squeezed, warmth blooming in your chest. “Darry…”

He swallowed hard, suddenly finding it a lot harder to breathe. His grip on your hand tightened as he turned to face you fully. “Look, I—I had a whole speech planned,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But now that you’re here, I—” He huffed out a nervous chuckle. “Damn. I’m sweatin’ this.”

You grinned. Your voice soft. “Take your time, Dar.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you and suddenly, the nerves didn’t matter so much. Because it was you. You had been there for everything. The good, the bad, the downright impossible. You had stood beside him when the world turned dark, made him laugh when he thought he’d forgotten how. You reminded him that he wasn’t alone even when he tried to carry everything on his own shoulders. He had been in love with you for longer than he cared to admit. And now, he was going to make damn sure he never had to go a day without you.

So, before his hands could shake. Before his voice could waver, Darry dropped down on one knee.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening, hands flying to your mouth as you took a sharp step back. “Oh my God.”

Darry let out a breathless laugh. “Not exactly what I was hopin’ for.”

You squeaked, actually squeaked, and Darry grinned despite the nerves rattling his chest. He pulled a small box from his pocket, flipping it open to reveal a simple but beautiful ring. His heart was pounding but his voice was steady.

“I love you,” he said with no hesitation. “I’ve loved you since before I even knew what that meant. And I know I ain’t always the best at sayin’ it, but you’re… you’re everything to me, darlin’. You always have been.” He exhaled, steadying himself. “So, what do you say? You wanna make it official? Would you marry me darlin’?”

You stared at him for a long second. Your eyes glassy with emotion, your hands still pressed against your mouth. Then, suddenly, and rather violently, you nodded. “Yes,” you gasped, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Yes, Darry, of course yes.”

Relief and joy crashed over him in one overwhelming wave and before he could blink you were throwing your arms around his neck kissing him like you had been waiting for this moment your entire life. He laughed against your lips, one arm winding around your waist as he held you close while the other slipped the ring onto your finger.

It fit perfectly. Just like the two of you always had.

The gang had lasted all of two and a half hours before their patience ran out.

They had tried to keep busy. Soda had challenged Steve to a dumb arm-wrestling contest, Two-Bit had thrown rocks at a can for way too long, and Ponyboy had at least pretended to read. But in the end they all found themselves back on the Curtis porch sitting on the steps, leaning against the railing, restless and nosy as hell.

Soda huffed, drumming his fingers against his knee. “Alright, how long does it take to say yes?”

Steve snorted. “Long enough for Darry to pass out from nerves, apparently.”

Pony rolled his eyes. “She said yes. There’s no way she didn’t.”

“Yeah, but what if she made him sweat first?” Two-Bit smirked. “I woulda dragged it out just to mess with him.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Soda agreed, grinning. “Bet he was sweatin’ bullets.”

Steve stretched out with a groan. “Y’know, we could just knock and pretend we left somethin’ inside.”

“Or,” Two-Bit said, wiggling his brows, “we could just walk in.”

Soda shot up, hands on his hips. “Y’know what? Screw it, I’m goin’ in...”

The door swung open. And there you were. The porch went dead silent like they’d all been caught. Soda, frozen mid-step. Two-Bit, mouth still open from whatever nonsense he was about to say. Steve, looking like he had just been smacked upside the head. Ponyboy looking nervous as hell.

You took in the sight of them camped out like kids waiting for Christmas morning and sighed. “You guys—”

Two-Bit threw his hands up. “Alright, enough suspense. Did he do it?”

Rolling your eyes, you held up your hand, letting the porch light catch the ring.

And just like that, all hell broke loose.

Soda whooped so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard. Two-Bit nearly knocked Steve off the railing in his excitement. Steve let out a long, low whistle and nodded approvingly. Ponyboy, though less dramatic, cracked a rare grin.

Then, the chaos really began.

“I knew it,” Two-Bit declared, shaking his head. “Darry Curtis, officially a taken man. Say goodbye to your freedom, big guy.”

Darry, who had just stepped up behind you, sighed. “Two-Bit.”

“Hey, it’s true!” Two-Bit grinned. “Speakin’ of which, let’s get to the important stuff. I should be the Best Man.”

Darry blinked. “I—I haven’t even thought that far ahead—”

“Well, think now!” Two-Bit pointed at himself. “I got all the qualifications. I’m fun, I got style, and I’ll throw one hell of a speech at the wedding.”

Pony groaned. “God, please no.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t make it poetic and sappy,” Steve scoffed. “Guarantee Pony’s already writing some tragic love poem about the engagement.”

Pony huffed, crossing his arms. “I am not.”

Soda squinted at the notebook tucked under his arm. “Then what’s this, Mr. Shakespeare?”

Pony smacked him. “Shut up.”

Meanwhile, Steve turned back to Darry, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Alright, now that the proposal’s outta the way, let’s talk bachelor party—”

“No.”

Steve scoffed. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes, I do,” Darry said firmly.

Steve clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically. “Man, you are no fun.”

“You say that like it’s news.”

Amid all the teasing, the bickering, the relentless chaos, something settled deep in your chest. Warm and certain. The gang wasn’t the same as it had been before. Some wounds never fully healed. Some people never came back. But this family you had built. This love that surrounded you, it was still here. And Darry with his steady hands and steady heart was yours.

You leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you instinctively, and grinned. “You ready for this, Curtis?”

He looked down at you, eyes soft, and squeezed your hand. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I am.”

The chaos eventually settled, eventually. The gang, satisfied with their relentless teasing, finally backed off leaving you and Darry standing together on the porch as the laughter and bickering faded into the night. Soda was still grinning like an idiot, Two-Bit was loudly arguing with Steve over something completely irrelevant, and Pony had already wandered off probably to scribble something poetic about love under the stars.

But none of that mattered. Not really. Because Darry was looking at you. His hand was still wrapped around yours. His thumb tracing small circles along your skin, his grip warm, steady and sure. For a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, right now, he looked lighter.

You turned toward him, tilting your head. “So,” you murmured, voice softer now that the gang’s voices were fading. “You really nervous, or was that just a trick to make me feel special?”

Darry huffed a quiet laugh while shaking his head. “Nah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was nervous as hell.”

You grinned. “Didn’t seem like it.”

“Liar,” he said, and you laughed because, okay, maybe you had seen the way his hands had trembled just a little when he opened the ring box.

He exhaled, looking down at your joined hands, at the ring now sitting on your finger. His voice dropped lower, softer. “I meant every word, y’know.”

“I know,” you said, your chest aching in the best way.

He lifted his gaze. Those deep, stormy-blue eyes locking onto yours, something so full in them that it nearly stole your breath. “I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he had said it and it wouldn’t be the last. But something about this moment with the porch light casting a soft glow over him, the gang still bickering in the background like nothing had changed, the quiet between you two stretching warm and safe, made it feel like the most important time he had ever said it.

You smiled, stepping closer, resting your forehead against his. “I love you, too, Dar.”

His arm slid around your waist, pulling you in close, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. One that held every promise he had ever made to you without needing to say a single word. And as you stood there, wrapped up in each other, the laughter of your family echoing behind you, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.

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Darrel Curtis Imagine - Johnny's Sister

Part 3

The next morning Ponyboy arrived in the hospital and sat with you waiting to take you back to the Curtis house.

The doctor finally arrived in the early afternoon and told you to take it easy for a few weeks and to consider going to talk to someone about what was going on in your life. He mentioned the word counseling one too many times. Emphasizing that grief was normal, but there were healthy ways you should be coping.

The nurse had come that morning to check on the burn on your wrist. While it was small and mostly healing at this point, she said she had to check as part of your health assessment. She asked you what had happened to your wrist to give you that burn and why the rest of the skin around it was so scarred over.

You made something up about having fallen on the lit cigarette in your hand when you collapsed at the cemetery. You weren’t sure what—or even if—Darry had said to them about your wrist. Then you told her that when you were a kid you accidently got your wrist stuck in the door of the oven. She seemed satisfied enough with the answer, even if she didn’t believe it.

You actually let Ponyboy drive you home and it wasn’t that terrible. He said Dally had taken him and Johnny out once, but he had never told Darrel.

You tried to imagine your kid brother behind the wheel. Johnny was 16 when he died, old enough for a permit. You had meant to be the one to teach him, but you just never got around to it…

Ponyboy pulled up in front of the house and helped you out of the car. He really was just a sweet kid.

When you got inside Ponyboy said that Darry said you could sleep in his room. He wasn’t sure if he had told you. You shifted uncomfortably next to him.

“I don’t know. I might just sleep on the couch.” You said glancing at the tiny loveseat. It didn’t look very comfortable, but neither did the idea of Darry’s bed.

“Darry’ll beat the tar out of me if I let you. I’d let you sleep in my bed, but my room’s kind of a mess.” Ponyboy said.

You only half believed him. Ponyboy’s room was always a mess. Since when was he embarrassed by that?

“Alright, alright.” You conceded.

You made your way down the hall to Darry’s room. You shut the door behind you and walked over to his bed. He had left a note next to a folded up shirt and pajama pants.

“I figured you’d want something else to sleep in besides the clothes from the funeral. Darry.”

The nurses had been kind enough to send the clothes you were wearing when you arrived out to laundry so that you’d have something clean to go home in. You figured your parents had never actually tried to visit and if they did, they definitely didn’t leave a change of clothes.

You took off your sweater and dress and put on Darry’s t-shirt and pants. They were about 8 sizes too big, but they smelled like fresh soap. You slipped under the covers. Even if you didn’t fall asleep you could pretend to be when Darry came home to appease him.

His sheets were soft and worn and his pillow smelt like a little bit of sweat and musk. Your chest tightened. You were in Darry’s bed. You had never actually been in a boy’s bed before. Sure you went to parties and had fun, but you always made it back to your bed every night. Mostly to check if Johnny had made it home too.

Johnny…

You remembered the last time you had come home late to find Johnny sleeping in your bed. You had woken him up to see why he was in your bed. Johnny only slept in your bed when things were really bad.

Johnny’s face was cut up and bruised. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Was it the old man?” You said as you brushed your hand over his cheek. Even in the dark you could see how purple his eye was.

“No.” He almost whispered. “It was a soc.”

“What?!” You shouted, you held your breath for a second, hoping you hadn’t woken your parents. “Why would they do this to you?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t on their side of town, I was just in the lot. I think they were just looking for a fight.” You believed Johnny. He didn’t go out looking for a fight like Dally or wisecracking like Two-Bit.

You took him in your arms and rubbed his hair. “It’ll be okay, kid. I won’t let them do anything like this again.”

That night Johnny fell asleep while you told him about what you got up to that night and how you had kicked Tim Shepard in the shins for trying to touch your ass.

Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Johnny?” You asked groggily, genuinely not sure this time if you were still dreaming and finally watching up.

“No, kid. Just me.” You knew even before opening your eyes that it was Darrel and your chest tightened again at the word “kid”.

“I’m not a kid.” You mumbled and rolled over.

“I-I know.” Darry stumbled over his words.

“Then why the hell do you keep calling me that.” You grumbled, annoyed.

“It’s just a habit from taking care of the boys, (Y/N). Come on get up now, it’s after 7. Come sit with Ponyboy while I make dinner.” Darry pulled back the covers. “Well I don’t know how I’ll find you in this bed when you’re swimming in all that clothing. Surprised you didn’t drown in my t-shirt.” Darrel laughed.

You rolled your eyes and pushed up out of bed. The room tilted and you felt light headed for a second.

Darry put his hand on your shoulder.

“Woah, woah, woah, Ki-(Y/N). Don’t get up too fast. You okay?” Darry’s icy blue eyes stared back at you.

You held your head in one hand for a second and took a deep breath. The room returned to a stable position.

“Yeah I’m okay. The doctor said that could happen, but I forgot.” Darry still had his hand on your shoulder. “I’m okay.” You smiled a little, looking up at him. Your skin burned where his hand touched you and you tried to causally slouch it off.

“So what’s for dinner?” You asked.

After dinner Darry asked if you were ready to head back to your house. You wanted to be honest and say no. You weren’t ready to go back. You didn’t want to walk by Johnny’s room and know for real this time that he wasn’t coming back.

Before the funeral you could pretend. You could tell yourself that he was still out with Ponyboy in Windrexville or out sleeping in the lot, but you had seen his casket. You had seen his dark face paled by the lack of blood flow. You had checked one last time, called his name and waited for him to respond, playing a cruel joke on you like the time Ponyboy had called saying Johnny was stuck on the train tracks and the next train was scheduled to arrive in a half hour.

You had practically tore holes in your shoes from running so fast, but when you got there Johnny and Ponyboy were dying with laughter from the look on your face. You hit Johnny so hard you drew blood from his arm and tears ran down your cheeks. Johnny looked shocked. Ponyboy and him couldn’t stop apologizing, trailing behind you the whole way home.

That night Johnny promised to never play a joke like that on you again. You told him that your worst fear was him dying. You told him about the nightmares you sometimes had where the old man had beat him so hard that he died. Johnny promised he wouldn’t let that happen.

Instead of saying all this out loud you just told Darrel that you’d be ready after you changed out of his clothes.

“What? No. Take them home, at least for tonight.”

“The old man will have a field day if I come home in men’s clothes after being gone for almost four days.” Darry accepted your response and let you go into his room to change.

On the drive home, Darry didn’t turn on the radio. He didn’t try to make conversation either. Something was on his mind, but you weren’t sure what, and really, you didn’t have the energy to ask.

“Thanks for checking up in me in the hospital. And I guess actually, thanks for taking me in the first place.” You said playing with the bandage on your wrist. You looked at Darry in the darkness of the streetlights. He didn’t turn to look at you.

“Yeah, it was no problem. I’m just glad you’re ok.” Darry didn’t say anything else. He really did seem tense, which was strange because he seemed ok at dinner. Maybe he was just tired after a long two weeks.

He pulled your car into your parents driveway and you both got out at the same time. You noticed that Sodapop hadn’t followed behind to take Darry home.

“Hey wait, where’s Soda? How are you gonna get home?” You asked Darry.

“I told him to stay behind with Pony. I’m just gonna walk, we’re not that far.” Darry said with his hands in his pockets.

“Alright, well get back safe.” You stood there for a moment feeling strangely awkward. You gave Darry a hug. “Thanks again for taking care of me.” You said quietly.

“Anytime.” He said back giving you a squeeze.

You started to head in and Darry followed you.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously.

“I think I should walk you in.” Darry looked serious. What was on his mind? Was it Johnny? Was it the stories Ponyboy might have told him about our old man?

“Darry, I’ll be okay.” You tried to reassure him.

“I’d feel better if I just made sure.” He kept firm in his stance and you gave in.

You peeked at the window and saw the living room light was still on. Your parents were still awake. Your chest started to hurt like it did at the cemetery, but you pushed it away. You just needed to get to your room.

You opened the door slowly, hoping maybe your parents would be too ignorant to notice. But as soon as you stepped inside you heard the sound of your father getting out of his chair.

“And where the hell have you been?” He asked drunkenly. You could smell the booze from a mile away.

Darry was behind you, you could feel the electricity of his building tension.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” You asked hurt. You weren’t surprised that your parents weren’t worried enough about your disappearance to actually make an effort to find you, but there was no way they didn’t know you were in the hospital.

“No, figured you might have just run away with some boy, become their whore.” He stepped closer and you looked over at your mother who just watched.

“Is this your little greaser boyfriend?” She asked, snide.

“He’s not my boyfriend and I was in the hospital!” You almost yelled, anger bubbling up like a shaken coke.

“Oh yeah sure, there you go again making everything about you.” Your mother scoffed. “And who do you think is going to pay that bill? Unless he’s not your boyfriend, but your greaser pimp. That’s probably where you’ve been. Out with them greasy boys doing god knows what. Just like your no good brother.”

You launched forward but Darry caught you by the arm. Your vision was blazing red and couldn’t see anything but the vision of you clawing out your mother’s eyes.

“Johnny was a good kid!” You screamed.

Your father hit you across the face.

“You don’t scream at your mother like that! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” Your father was getting in your face, reaching for your hair.

Darry practically threw you against the wall and stood face-to-face with your father. He was nearly a foot taller and his shoulders were so tight you thought he might pop a vein.

His voice was cool and even as he said, “You don’t talk to her like that.”

“Oh yeah?” Your father teased. “And who the hell are you, grease boy?” He poked a finger into Darry’s chest.

You put your hand on Darry’s arm. “Just stop, please.” You practically whispered.

“Listen here you little slut,” Your father’s attention was back on you, the finger wagging in your face, “You think I won’t keep good on my word? I told you that if you ever disrespected me again I was gonna turn you out on the street. So what’s it gonna be? This house or him?” He cocked his head at Darry.

You didn’t say anything. You made your way down the hall to Johnny’s room and grabbed as much of his stuff as you could carry. Old clothes and a stuff animal, his pillowcase that still smelled like him. You made your way to your room and grabbed your duffel bag from under your bed. It was always ready to go in case you needed a way out.

It had clothes and some books, not much money, and a few pictures of you and Johnny as kids.

You made your way back down the hallway to Darrel. He and your father had stood silently, waiting to see what your answer was going to be to his question.

“I’m leaving.” You said firmly. “And I’m never coming back.”

You didn’t stop to hear their response. You caught the beginning of your mother saying, “Well by tomorrow all your stuff will be out on the…” and then you were outside again, out of earshot.

Darrel was behind you in an instant.

“Are you okay?” He put a hand on your shoulder.

Your eyes filled with tears and you snapped, throwing his hand off your shoulder and turning around.

“Am I okay? Am I okay?!” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you screamed at Darry. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but all the emotion was spilling out. “I have no brother! No family! I have about $300 to my name and no where to live. So yeah I’m doing just fine, Darrel!”

Darry didn’t take any offense to what you said and instead pulled you in for a fierce hug. He ran his hand through your hair, petting you, and that made you cry harder.

“You can stay with me and the boys.” He whispered.

You pushed away from him, you wanted nothing more to live with him, to sleep in his bed, to wake up in his house, but you knew if it happened like this Darry would never fall for you. It would be just as torturous as living with your parents, but in a different way.

“Stop doing that! I am not your responsibility to take care of! I am not one of your kid brothers!” You started toward your car, your keys shaking in your hand as you tried to get a grip on them. You weren’t sure where you were headed, but you needed to get away from Darry. Your hands kept shaking so badly that you dropped the keys into the dark. You let out a wail, nothing could go right tonight.

Darry hadn’t moved from his spot, he stood staring out you, almost scared.

You wheeled around to face him, the tears never having stopped.

“Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?” You cried, “I have loved you since we were kids, but you just see me as that, a kid. I’m someone you need to take care of, not someone you want to take care of.

“That’s all you do Darry, you take care of other people. I don’t want you to take care of me. I want you to want me!” You stared into his eyes, almost glowing in the dark.

“I do want you.” Darry was quiet, almost small in the dark. How could a man this big, look so small?

“No you don’t, Darry. I wish with my whole heart that you did, but—” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Darry crashed his lips against yours. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you firmly into him. It was all you had ever dreamed of.

His lips were soft and he smelt like his sheets. You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible, hoping that if you pressed hard enough you would be stuck to him forever and this moment would never end.

Finally, when you both pulled back, your tears had stopped. You were both silent. Darry’s icy blue eyes absorbed all the light in the darkness and he was breathing heavy.

“Now will you come stay with me?” His hands were still around your waist, it felt nice to finally be in Darry’s arms.

“Oh Darry,” You started, “Now I really can’t stay with you.”

He looked at you confused. “But, I thought…I’m confused.” He announced.

“I am so happy this happened…and I don’t want it to stop happening,” You smiled, “But, I can’t just come live with you now. I respect Ponyboy and Sodapop too much. I want to do this the right way.

“If I come stay with you, it’ll be too easy. The couch is what, 20 feet from your bedroom? It would kill me not to sleep in your bed every night and I don’t just want to fall into playing house. I want to date you, properly.

“I want nothing more than to wake up every morning in your bed, but I don’t think me coming home with you right now is the right way to do it. I need to learn to take care of myself on my own first. I’ve been living with my parents and getting by, only surviving, trying to take care of Johnny.”

“How about just for a week?” Darry asked, almost begging. He looked like he didn’t want to let go of you either. Your hands were still resting on his arms. God they were so strong…

“No.” You snapped out of the thought. “Darry, we know that if I come over for even one night we’re never gonna want me to leave.” You placed his hand on his cheek, giggling a little. “I can ask Two-Bit if his mom will take me, his sister moved out so maybe she’d rent me the room.”

“Just one night? Please?” Darry pulled you in close. “We have a lot of this to make up.” And Darry pressed his lips against yours again, he pushed your back towards the car.

The first kiss was sweet and longing, but this one was fiery and hot. Darry kissed you like you were living for war in Vietnam. His hands gripped your hips so tight, you thought you might get bruises.

For a quieter guy he sure knew how to use silence. You weren’t totally innocent either though. Your hands explored his body, running through his hair, over his chest, inching toward his belt…

Darry pulled back laughing, “Woah, woah, woah, cowgirl. What happened to ‘doing this the right’”? Darry cocked an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” You laughed, “I kind of forgot.”

“Maybe I can bend the rules for one night.” You said. Wanting to stick to your guns was nagging at you, but finally getting what you wanted, freedom from your parents, and Darry, was enough to make you push aside your own convictions, even if only momentarily.

Darry helped you put your bags in the car and drove you back to the Curtis house.

You stopped Darry before he got out of the car.

“Wait,” You said with a hand on his arm, “I wanna set some ground rules. 1. We’re not sleeping in the same bed tonight,” Darry looked a little sad when you said that, but you continued, “2. We’re telling the boys that I’m only staying one night, I really don’t want them to think something bad of me. And 3. Thank you.” You softened your voice at the last remark.

You were truly thankful for everything Darry had done for you in the past few days. You know he did care, you were just too stupid before and blinded by hurt feelings to see that.

“Alright, deal.” Darry puts out his hand and you shake it with a giggle. Before you pull your hand away he uses it to pull you in an inch from his lips. “But, remember, no funny business.” He says while staring at your lips and chuckling.

You give Darry a shove and go to get out of the car with him.

#darry curtis imagine #darry curtis #darrel curtis #darrel curtis imagine #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders

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daydreamerswriting · 5 months ago

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hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

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callme-holly · 10 days ago

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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

||۶ৎ MINORS DNI

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Darry takes control but in a natural, more gentle way. He always asks before he does things, making sure you’re 100% comfortable, and he listens to every single sound you make, knowing exactly what you like.

He’ll pin your wrists above your head and force you to look at him the whole time just so he can see you fall apart for him.

He uses his strength to his advantage, picking you up like it’s nothing, pinning you to walls, and throwing you over his shoulder. But his hands are always gentle unless you ask otherwise.

He’s never overly talkative, but when he does speak, it’s dirty. ‘Look at you, so damn pretty under me.’ // ‘you want more, sweetheart? Say it. C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want’ .

Morning sex is a go-to before work. There’s something about you both being tired, wrapped up in the warmth of the sheets, and having to be quiet to not wake anyone else that really gets him going.

Also quickies when he’s on break at work. Whether he stops home for lunch or you visit him, he can’t resist.

Major praise kink!! He lives for hearing you tell him how good he is. He’ll coax all the little praises out of you, and you do so willingly, knowing just what it does to him.

He’s a simple guy: missionary, doggy. But he also loves having you on top, watching you do all the work, hands on your hips, guiding you with very little effort.

When he’s worked up, he can get pretty rough. He’ll fuck you against walls, your legs around his waist, hands in his hair.

When he’s behind you, he’ll wrap his arm around your throat, his bicep pressed under your chin just enough to make your breath catch.

He'll push you until you're shaking and whimpering, coaxing multiple orgasms out of you before he even considers letting himself finish. ‘C’mon, give me one more, sweetheart. Thats it…”

He lives for giving you head and will settle between your thighs like he belongs there. He never rushes, kissing your thighs, holding you open for him while he alternates between slow licks and deeper ones. But once he finds a rhythm, he locks in, holding you down.

He’s messy with it: slick on his chin, lips shiny, and he’ll spit on it if he’s feeling particularly worked up, thumb on your clit, eyes half-lidded.

When it comes to receiving, he's never cocky about it. He’ll sit back, hand in your hair, trying his hardest now to buck up into you.

Aftercare is so tender with him and he always makes sure to let you know how good you were for him. He’ll wipe you off and shower you with gentle kisses, murmuring sweet praises.

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darrylvrs · 16 days ago

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mr. curtis always called soda ‘pepsi-cola’ and darry either ‘junior’ or ‘DJ’. ponyboy always felt left out bc his only nickname was pony or sometimes pones. then one day mr. curtis accidentally called him ponypop (like mixed up ponyboy and sodapop) and pony started BEAMING cuz he was so happy to have a nickname and he thought it was so cool that it was related to his big brother soda.

after that, it became a thing. whenever pony is sulking over something small like losing his place in a book, or darry giving him grief about his shoes being untied again, soda or darry will lean over and say, “c’mon, ponypop.” and just like that, he’ll be grinning again.

#darry curtis #the outsiders #ponyboy #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders musical #darrel curtis #the curtis brothers #he just looks up to his big brother(s)!#mostly soda in this one #but trust pony would’ve cried if his dad ever called him darry jr #oh my god imagine pony being called darry jr #pls don’t take this as a ship name or anything btw….. they’re brothers…

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mayfieldss · 3 months ago

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Alibi - Dallas Winston

Synopsis: Dally is in trouble, and comes to you for a final goodbye before he skips town.

When you found him, Dally lay beaten and bloodied on your doorstep. With his hands in his jacket pockets he was almost curled in upon himself and the blood on his clothes was in stark contrast to your pristine dress. But nevertheless as you approached, worry consuming you like water in your lungs, he sent you the most darling grin you ever saw.

"Dally, god what have you done?" you weren't blaming him, but you couldn't help but think maybe his mouth and his fists were a beacon for trouble.

"Got'n a fight with some socs, no big deal baby, really m'fine."

"If you're so fine, why are you bleeding on my welcome mat?" you give him a scolding look, but he raises a hand up and uses his thumb to rub out the crease between your brows.

"you're too pretty to be frowning baby," he says, as if flattery will do anything to mend his wounds. No, you'll be the one doing that for him. You're always the one kissing his cuts and bruises better. And Dally wouldn't have it any other way.

"get up baby, let's get you inside." you put your hands underneath his arms and help him to his feet, but even standing he looks no better. You might go as far as to say he looks worse. You can see his wounds better now that he's upright, though admittedly leaning on the doorframe.

You usher him inside, leaving him to fend for himself for that part. You want him to the face the consequences of his actions a little, even if that means making him hobble indoors on his own.

"you know, you promised me no fighting." you mumble, as you rummage through your first aid kit. It's almost barren thanks to how many times you've had to patch up your boyfriend in the past. And sometimes even his friends. There's no telling how many times you've had to clean out a cut on two-bits face, let alone what happens to all of the boys after a good rumble.

"I didn't start this one baby, i promise." Dally grumbles from the couch. He's trying not to get too comfortable, doesn't want to get blood on your nice cushions, you see.

"yeah sure, you just finished it right? That's what you're going to say?" you've come round to face him, settling yourself on his lap as you begin patching him up. You could do it with your eyes closed at this point.

"Damn right i finished it, those socs had it coming!" he's moved his hands to your hips, squeezing the flesh he can find there with an affection you only allow him to give you.

"They always have it coming, Dally, but you really gotta learn to pick your battles. Sooner or later you're gonna lose one, and that means I'll lose you." you pause, placing a cold hand on his cheek and running the other through his hair. "I can't lose you to that damn prison again, you hear?"

He's listening to you a little more now, and you’re not sure whether the ringing in his ears from the fight as begun to subside, or if it's truly of his own choice. Still, you can't stop his next words from spilling out. "See, that's what I got to talk to you about hon'," he looks away for a moment, licking his lips as the shame sets in. "the cops are after me, for the fighting." He's got his puppy dog eyes on full display, hoping it will lessen the blow, but nothing will.

You shake your head, wiping at the blood on his knuckles. "They're always after you for something, Dal. You'll be okay." It sounds more like you are trying to convince yourself, rather than the man you sit with.

"I know, but I think I messed up bad this time. I didn't start that fight baby, but I finished it a little too good." He moves his hands and runs them up and down your arms. All of you is cold, but he's got no time to ask why.

"No, don't you say that." your voice is a whisper, and Dally's heart breaks with every word. "You didn't do nothing Dal, tell me you didn't do anything right now."

He shakes his head, pulling you closer on his lap until your head rests on his shoulder. "Tell me you didn't do what you're saying you did."

"You know I won't lie to you, sweetheart. You know I can't do that." You can hear his voice shake, and he holds you tighter, as if he thinks it will be the last time he does so. You hope that isn't true.

You pull back from his hold, grabbing his face in your hands to stop them from shaking. "I won't let them take you." blood drips from his eyebrow onto your fingers as you say it and you grab a slip of gauze and wipe it away, pressing firm on the wound.

"I've called the boys, they're gonna try and hide me till things cool down." he tries to smile at you, to his sweet girl with shaking hands. He hates to make you this way, but he's like a sickness, one you can't recover from.

"Yeah? They're going to hide you good?" God it makes his stomach turn how hopeful you are. He hates it, but he loves you. He wants your beautiful face to crack a smile so badly that he thinks the pain in his chest the thought creates might just kill him.

"if they do catch me—"

"They won't."

"Yeah, they won't. But if they do, d'you wanna hear my alibi?" he runs a hand over your hair, brushing it back from your face. "I'm gonna tell those cops I was getting it on crazy with my girl, my gorgeous girl. And you're gonna tell them I'm damn right."

You nod, and manage a soft upturn of your lips.

"There's my girl." Dally says, running this thumb over your mouth, as if to capture your smile in every form. "Now give me a kiss, I ain't had one yet."

In truth, he's afraid this kiss might be his last. He's not sure if he can survive another round behind bars. But he'll sure as hell try if he gets caught. To come back to you of course. His reason for everything.

You kiss him soft and sweet, tasting the blood in his mouth as you do. But you don't mind it, honestly that's just more of him for you to take in. And you need every part of him to love you right now, if only to help you get through the fear of losing him entirely. His presses his lips to yours with a different kind of force the longer the kiss lasts, hoping to stay like this forever. Those sirens, those cops, they can't get him here. Not in dreamland, where loving his girl is the only thing on schedule.

His arms wrap around you, a protective forcefield against the rest of the world, and you don't care that your dress rides up as you straddle the man you love. His hands run up and down your back, and it soothes you in a way you never thought possible. He knows as much when you sink into him, pulling away from the kiss if only to hold him closer.

He hugs you tight, and you cling to him just the same. "You're not leaving me Dallas Winston. I've still got to take that last name of yours."

God he feels sick. He's nauseous and he's not sure if it's from the broken ribs he sure as hell has, or if it's the thought of everything you might never get to do.

"You can take anything you want from me. Whatever the hell you want." He presses a few kisses along your shoulder, to any piece of skin he can reach while embracing you.

There's a knock on your front door, and for a moment you don't want to answer it. "It's Darrel, I know he's in there."

Dally pulls back from you, and with reluctance you slide yourself off his lap and head to the door. Dally can't answer it, just in case, so you do it for him. It is your house after all.

When you open the door, all three Curtis brothers stand before you, and next to them, with concerned looks are two-bit and Steve.

"C'mon in boys, he's in the living room."

Each one of them follows you inside, Ponyboy shutting the door behind them before sliding into the house himself.

"Hey boys," Dally stands from the couch with a wince and yelp of pain. He can't help it, he's beat up bad.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Darrel says, though he knows. All the greasers that have a little too much anger to spare think the same.

Dally shrugs and greets the other boys as if this is just a casual meet up and nothing more. But none of them look impressed. When the silence gets a little to heavy, Dally speaks.

"Look, you gotta know I had to do it. I had to. So just help me out boys. If not for me, then for my girl here. She'll be broken up without me, yeah?"

All eyes are on you in seconds, and you let out the deep breath you'd been holding for what felt like years. You nod to the boys and they all lift their chins back. A kind of promise without words that you know they'll try to keep.

"Right, lets go Dally." Darrel says, not a speck of nonsense left in him. You reach for Dally despite it all, fingers grazing his sleeve.

"Give me a minute, will ya?" He says to the other greasers in the room. He doesn't wait for them to leave before turning to you, that soft and sweet look in his eye that he only shares with you.

"I can't let you go." you mumble, and Dally feels his heart sink down to his guts.

"I'll be back sweetheart, don't you worry." He presses kiss to your forehead, holding your head in his hands.

"I'm gonna worry no matter what." you mumble, leaning up to kiss his lips. They are chapped, broken, just like the rest of him.

"When I get back, i'm marrying you, okay? That's a promise."

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. "Okay."

He kisses you one more time, hard, as if it's the antidote he needs for the poison inside of him. "I love you, all day every day." he says when he pulls away.

You're out of breath, and you let the tears fall freely now, as Darrel comes back into the room, a push for Dally to get a move on.

"Love you too," you have to say it back. There's no way you can't. "All day, every day."

Dally grins at you, before taking a step back—letting you go.

"I'll see you soon." He calls as he heads for the door, each step further away from certainty. All the boys file out of the house, Dally included, and you watch at the window as they go. There's nothing you can do now but wait, and hope. He'll come home to you if all goes well, and if it doesn't—

You stop your train of thought there. You wrap your arms around yourself and sit down on the couch. It smells like him, as if he never left at all. You look down at the place where he'd been. There's blood on the cushions. You try not to take that as a sign.

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saturns-peachy-honeymoon · 15 days ago

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neighbor!reader x darry curtis

a/n: I have a lot of thoughts on this, so TRUST, there will be more😜

Y’all meet when you move into the house across the street from the Curtis boys

Darry sees you teetering with a large box and rushes over to take it out of your arms and offers to help you move the rest of your stuff (he really doesn’t give you a choice)

Later, you stop by the Curtis house with a chocolate cake to thank him for his kindness (which, obviously, wins all the Curtis brothers over)

Soda quickly starts trying to set you and Darry up

He definitely finds a not-so-subtle way to see if you’re single. “So how does your boyfriend feel about…”

You bond with Pony over reading, and the two of you always dive into deeply nerdy literary analyses when you’re together

At some point, you find out about Johnny’s situation and insist he sleeps at your house whenever he doesn’t feel like staying at home

You get along with most of the gang pretty well and quickly fall into a maternal/older sister role for the boys

All of this, of course, makes Darry like you even more

Darry is constantly finding excuses to see you

The boys tease him nonstop for this and always tell him to just ask you out already!

He dedicates a lot of his free time to helping you out around your house (painting, little fixes, anything you need, and things you don’t even ask him to help with)

He refuses payment, so you insist on giving him baked goods as a thank you

Whenever he can, Darry invites you over for dinner

“Can’t have you eating all by yourself, now, can we?”

If you’re outside gardening or reading on your porch, TRUST that man finds an excuse to be outside.

At some point, Darry asks Pony to play football with him (when it’s usually the other way around) so he can show off to you while you’re reading on your porch or gardening

Bonus points if he finds an excuse to take off his shirt ;)

Whenever he realizes he definitely has feelings for you and wants to ask you out, he calls a family meeting to talk to Soda and Pony about how they’d feel about him dating again

They immediately know who he’s talking about and are super supportive (excited, actually)

One day after fixing a squeaky door hinge (it really wasn’t that squeaky, he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you), instead of accepting your offer to make him a pie, he asks if he can take you on a date instead

You, of course, happily agree

You definitely help lift some of the weight off Darry’s shoulders

The mom role escalates tenfold once you’re official

Pony even invites you to his track meets

Darry nearly cries

#the outsiders x reader #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis headcannons #darrel curtis x reader #the outsiders #the curtis brothers #the curtis gang

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grlsinterrupted · 9 months ago

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hi! More requests cus i love your writing, so idk if you did this but some darry curtis x reader hcs? Itd be so cute and i love him sm

darry curtis dating hcs ༄˖°.

naturally, darry would be protective of you, but not in an way that’s downright creepy

he just wants to make sure that you’re safe :)

soda and pony LOVE hanging out with you because you’re like the sister they never had

you and darry would scold them if they ever did something

i can just imagine you with your arms crossed, shaking your head as darry lectures the boys about staying out of trouble

HE IS A LITERAL GENTLEMAN ( and you know damn well he raised his brothers to be gentlemen, too )

if he has the time, he’ll wake up early to make you breakfast

but he’s always cooking for you

AND HE’S AN AMAZING COOK

not much of a pda person, he doesn’t really like kissing you in front of the gang because he knows how immature they can get

but when it’s just the two of you, he loves to cuddle

it’s his favorite way to unwind after a stressful day

“‘m exhausted, hon..” darry murmurs, letting out a muffled groan beneath your stack of blankets.

you gently run your fingers through his hair, nodding. “i know, but just try and get all the rest you can.” your lips press against his temple, lulling him to sleep.

there’s not a lot of steamy make out sessions, but passionate, soft, kisses everywhere

darry, soda, and pony try to teach you how to play football

and you fail miserably

darry puts his hand on your’s to try and guide you through everything

but you can never focus with how close he is

you can feel your body slightly tense up as darry steps closer to you, one of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other over your hand. the proximity is dangerous and the tension in the air is thick.

darry lightly chuckles, redirecting your hand towards pony, who’s impatiently waiting for you to pass the football. “focus on the ball, not on me, okay?”

“it’s pretty hard for me to focus when you’re this close, y’know.”

pony sighs, rubbing his temples in annoyance. ”y/n, stop flirting with my brother and pass me the ball!”

overall, darry is an amazing boyfriend and literally husband material ‪‪❤︎‬

#𝜗𝜚 grlsinterrupted #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders headcanons #darry curtis #the outsiders darry #darrel curtis #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis headcanons #darry curtis x you #darry curtis imagine #steve randle #dallas winston #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #˖˚⊹ darrel curtis

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anifever · 1 year ago

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Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader who’s like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🎀 ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

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ddejavvu · 8 months ago

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i just read your drabble about Darry being sweet on pregnant reader and I love the part where he says he will lift her stomach up if the baby got too heavy 😭 can we pls have another drabble where he does that

send me requests for the outsiders!

It's pretty impossible for you to wash the dishes at this stage of your pregnancy. Your belly provides an immovable barrier between you and the kitchen counter, and leaning over into the sink puts uncomfortable pressure against your stomach that makes you nervous. Not to mention the backache from hunching over- doing the dishes is simply not in your wheelhouse anymore.

That doesn't mean you can't dry them, though. You can take a towel and wipe the water droplets off of the glasses once Darry is done washing, and you can set them neatly on the counter if you can't manage to put them away yourself. You can still contribute to the household, no matter what Darry says.

"Are you out of bed again?" He asks, his voice coming from the bathroom as he exits the shower. He's a little more forward thinking than Sodapop: he brings his clothes into the bathroom so that he doesn't get caught naked by any unexpected visitors, which means that he's wearing a threadbare sleeping tee that's tight around the chest, plaid pajama pants over his lower half.

"I'm just drying the dishes, Dar." You promise, "Nothing strenuous."

"It looks strenuous." He frowns, brows creasing hard as he looks at your posture. Standing while this heavily pregnant is inherently awkward; you have to hunch yourself to maintain your new center of gravity.

"It's not, honey. I'm okay, I promise."

He studies you for a moment, leaning against the counter on his hip. Then he makes his decision, starting forwards over the small kitchen floor. You think he's reaching for the dish you're drying, trying to take it away from you in another endearingly overbearing attempt to relieve you of moving a single muscle. So you turn away from him, clutching the towel and the dish to your chest as if you could ever fight him off if he truly wanted to take it from you. But his hands slide around your waist and beneath your belly, apparently exactly the angle he'd wanted as he slowly, gently lifts your baby's weight off of your back.

You nearly melt into his chest at the feeling of the relief, an audible sigh leaving your mouth as he holds your pregnant belly off of your tired muscles.

"That feel nice?" He guesses, his voice a soft murmur beside your ear as you lean back against him. You should be more considerate; maybe he doesn't want your entire body weight slung against him while he lifts your baby bump, but he's sturdy and strong nevertheless. It doesn't seem to be a struggle for him.

"It feels so nice, Dar." You hum, feeling your tired muscles loosen and sing with relief from their constant strain, "Love it when you do this."

He presses a chaste kiss against your temple, still unmoving despite your whole body sagging against him, "Well I won't be doin' it for much longer. Baby's comin' in two weeks."

"You'll still have to hold her," You muse, "She's gonna hang off of you like a little monkey, Dar."

He chuckles and it shakes you slightly, the warmth of his chest intensified by the sweetness of his laughter, "You think so?"

"I know so." You nod, eyes still closed as you lean against his chest, "She's gonna love you. She'll be a total Daddy's Girl."

"I hope so." He hums, and you know that it's not as casual as it sounds: he's truly worried about his capabilities as a father, and he has been since you'd announced your pregnancy. But you know he'll be a great one, not only from the way that he takes care of his brothers, but by the way his hands already so expertly cup your stomach, cradling your baby before she's even born. You tug his hands closer together beneath your stomach, feeling your baby squirm but not kick in your belly.

"You'll be a great dad," You promise, soaking in the warmth of his touch as you lean back against him. She squirms again, not kicking you in the ribs but instead gently settling against the support his hands offer, "You already are."

#the outsiders x reader #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis fanfiction #darrel curtis fanfiction #darry curtis imagine #darrel curtis imagine #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction

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thewulf · 1 year ago

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By Your Side || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - can i request darry curtis x wife!reader please? she stands by his and the boys side, always care and worry about the boys especially ponyboy (because he's like your little brother).... Read Rest Here

A/N: I LOVE how this turned out! Thank you for the request @tsunchani - The three times Darry knew he would love you forever and the one time he did something about it!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.3k +

TW: General The Outsiders

One

The Curtis household felt like it was holding its breath, each tick of the clock a solemn reminder of Ponyboy's absence. Darry's footsteps reverberated off the walls like a steady drumbeat, his broad shoulders weighed down by worry, his usually composed demeanor strained under the weight of uncertainty. His brow was furrowed, deep worry lines etched into his forehead, a testament to the sleepless nights and restless pacing.

Soda, usually the embodiment of youthful energy and charisma, sat slumped on the worn couch, his vibrant spirit dampened by the heavy cloud of uncertainty that hung in the air. His hands fidgeted restlessly, tracing invisible patterns on the frayed edges of the cushions, his gaze fixed on the floor as if searching for answers in the worn wood.

And then there was you, standing in the doorway watching the two solemn brothers. With determined steps, you crossed the room, your movements purposeful yet gentle, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace that hung in the air. The creak of the floorboards beneath your feet barely registered against the backdrop of tension that encased the room.

As you drew closer, the lines of worry etched into Darry and Soda's faces became more pronounced, the worry lingering in their eyes like a shadow refusing to fade. But in your presence, there was a glimmer of hope, a promise of comfort and solace in the midst of chaos. Your unwavering support was a silent reassurance, a reminder that no matter what challenges they faced, they were not alone.

And as you stood before them, a pillar of strength and resilience, the weight of their worries seemed to lift ever so slightly. In that moment, surrounded by uncertainty and fear, they found solace in your presence, knowing that as long as you were by their side, they could weather any storm.

"Darry," you said softly, your voice steady despite the turmoil swirling around you. "We'll find him. Ponyboy's smart, smarter than any of us, he knows how to take care of himself."

Soda glanced up at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and gratitude, like flickering flames in the darkness. His usual bright spirit seemed dimmed, overshadowed by the worry that gnawed at his insides. "Yeah, Pony's tough," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to give voice to his deepest fears. "But what if... what if he's hurt, or..."

You moved to sit beside Soda, the worn cushions of the couch sinking slightly under your weight as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The warmth of your touch was a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty that threatened to engulf them all. "We'll find him, Soda," you reassured him, your voice soft yet resolute, a steady hand in the midst of the storm. "Ponyboy's resourceful. And if he needs help, he knows we're here for him."

Soda's shoulders sagged with relief at your words, the tension easing from his frame ever so slightly. In that moment, your presence was a lifeline, a reminder that no matter how dire the situation seemed, they were not alone. With your unwavering support, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they were stronger than any obstacle they might encounter. In your embrace, he found comfort and solace, a brief respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him.

Darry ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place with a tired resignation. His gaze seemed fixed on the window, as though he could conjure Ponyboy's figure with sheer force of will. "I just can't shake this feeling, Y/N," he confessed, his voice a raw mixture of regret and anguish. "I should've been there for him. I should've been a better brother."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the self-doubt that plagued him. You watched him with the burden of responsibility pressing down on his broad shoulders. For once, he seemed so vulnerable, so achingly human, and your heart burned for him.

Reaching out, you gently grasped Darry's hand in yours, the contact a silent reassurance of your unwavering support. "You're a great brother, Darry," you insisted, your voice soft yet firm, determined to break through the walls of self-doubt that threatened to engulf him. "You've done everything you can for him. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. It got a little heated. But he knows you love him. I promise you that."

Darry's gaze flickered to meet yours, his eyes searching for solace amidst the storm of his own emotions. In your forward gaze, he found a sliver of hope, a reminder that even in his darkest moments, he was not alone. And though the weight of guilt still lingered heavy in his heart, for the first time in days, he felt a flicker of light amidst the darkness.

Darry's eyes met yours, gratitude, and relief flooding through him like a tidal wave. In that moment, as you stood by his side, offering him strength, and understanding, he knew without a doubt that you were his person. You were the one who could ease his troubled mind, who could calm his fears with just a few words.

As you enveloped them both in a comforting embrace, Darry felt a sense of peace wash over him. No matter what challenges they faced, as long as you were by their side, they would get through it together. At this instance, surrounded by uncertainty and fear, Darry realized that he never wanted to spend another day without you by his side.

Two

After the rumble, the weight of exhaustion settled like a heavy fog over the Curtis household. You sat by Ponyboy's bedside, tending to him as he lay weak and feverish, your heart heavy with worry for his well-being after the rumble.

Meanwhile, Darry and Soda hovered nearby, their usual composure shattered by the recent losses of their friends. The absence of Dally and Johnny cast a palpable shadow over their already heavy hearts, each moment weighed down by the gravity of their grief.

Ponyboy's condition only added to the tension in the air. His fever raged unchecked, his breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. You could see the fear in Darry and Soda's eyes as they watched over him, their concern laced into every line of their faces.

In the dim light of the bedroom, the silence was suffocating, broken only by the occasional cough from Ponyboy's bed. Darry paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry, while Soda sat with his head in his hands, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his sorrow.

Despite their best efforts to hide it, the pain worn into their features was unmistakable. They were both nervous and sad, grappling with their own emotions while trying to stay strong for Ponyboy's sake.

And as you continued to care for Ponyboy, offering him comfort and solace in his time of need, you couldn't help but feel the weight of their grief pressing down on you as well. In that moment, surrounded by so much sadness and uncertainty, you knew that you were all in this together, bound by love and loss in equal measure.

Darry, the sturdy rock upon which they all leaned in times of trouble, now stood crumbling under the weight of his emotions. His usually stoic facade shattered, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Each breath seemed to come harder, as if the weight of his grief pressed down upon him like a suffocating blanket.

With each memory of Dally's fiery spirit and Johnny's quiet courage, Darry's heart clenched with pain, his chest tightening with each beat. He had always been the one to hold them all together, to shoulder the burdens of their troubled lives with unyielding strength. But now, faced with the harsh reality of their losses, he found himself drowning in a sea of sorrow, his usual composure shattered by the enormity of their grief.

His shoulders, once squared with determination, now hunched with the weight of his sorrow, exhaustion evident in his demeanor. Every movement seemed labored, as if the simple act of breathing had become a Herculean task.

And yet, even in the depths of his despair, there was a flicker of something else within him – a fierce determination to honor the memories of those they had lost, to carry on in their absence with the same strength and resilience they had shown in life. It was a silent promise, whispered in the darkness of his own anguish, to never forget the sacrifices they had made, to never let their memories fade into the void.

And so, with tears streaming down his cheeks and his heart heavy with grief, Darry stood as a testament to the power of love in the face of loss. For even in his darkest hour, he knew that their bond was unbreakable, their love eternal. And it was that love that unwavering devotion to each other, that would carry them through even the darkest of nights.

Soda, typically the heart and soul of any gathering, sat in somber silence, his usually lively demeanor overshadowed by the weight of his own sorrow. His hands shook as he reached for a cigarette, the ember casting a faint glow in the dimly lit room. The smoke curled around him like a ghostly veil, a silent testament to the heaviness that hung in the air.

Despite his efforts to appear composed, the cracks in Soda's facade were evident to those who knew him best. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, now held a haunted look, a reflection of the pain that gnawed at his soul. With each drag of his cigarette, he sought solace in the fleeting distraction it provided, a brief respite from the relentless ache of loss.

And yet, even in his scariest of moments, there was a quiet strength in Soda's resolve, a determination to honor the memory of his fallen friends. Though his spirit may be dimmed by grief, his loyalty to those he loved burned brighter than ever, a guiding light in the darkness that surrounded them all.

As you sat by Ponyboy's bedside, tending to his fever, your heart felt heavy with the weight of multiple burdens. The physical task of cooling his fevered brow and offering him sips of water seemed almost insignificant compared to the mental load you carried.

Your exhaustion was palpable, each movement weighed down by the weight of their sorrow. Your own grief mingled with theirs in a tangled web of pain and loss, making it difficult to distinguish where one ended and the other began. But still, you soldiered on, driven by a fierce determination to offer whatever comfort and solace you could to those you loved.

In the early hours of the morning, as the world slept on, you remained vigilant by Ponyboy's side, your weariness evident in every weary breath. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on your mind, the memories of Dally and Johnny's deaths like a knife twisting in your heart. The loss felt so raw, so overwhelming, that it threatened to take you entirely.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the window, illuminating the room with a gentle glow, Darry's tired eyes fell upon you, still faithfully tending to Ponyboy's needs. It was then, a wave of gratitude washed over him, mingling with the sorrow that still clung to his heart.

Watching you, exhausted yet steadfast in your care for his brother, Darry felt a profound sense of admiration and appreciation wash over him. Your dedication, your selflessness, spoke volumes about the depth of your love not just for Ponyboy, but for all of them.

In the soft light of dawn, as the lines of weariness formed into your features softened with a faint smile, Darry knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul - you were his rock, his anchor in the storm. Your unwavering presence, your boundless capacity for love and compassion, had seen them through the darkest of nights.

And as he watched you, a silent vow formed in his heart - to cherish you, to protect you, to love you with every fiber of his being. For in that moment, as the first light of dawn cast its gentle glow upon the room, Darry knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were his, now and forever. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in your grief and your love for each other, a bright light amidst the sorrow that surrounded them.

Three

Months had passed since that tumultuous night, yet the memory of your unwavering support continued to linger in Darry's mind. The morning sunlight spilled through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room as you bustled about, preparing lunches for Darry and Soda. Darry leaned against the doorway, his heart swelling with affection as he watched you move with effortless grace, a vision of domesticity and love.

As he observed you, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the happiness you brought into his life each and every day. "Morning, darlin'," he greeted, his voice soft with affection.

You turned to face him, returning his smile with one of your own. "Morning, Darry," you replied, your eyes twinkling with warmth.

Just then, Soda bounded into the kitchen, his energy infectious as he ruffled Darry's hair in passing. "Morning, you two lovebirds!" he teased, flashing a grin before helping himself to a slice of toast.

Darry chuckled softly, his eyes alight with affection as he watched Soda's playful antics. "Morning, Soda," he greeted, his voice warm with brotherly fondness.

Soda winked mischievously at Darry before turning his attention to you, his grin widening as he took in the sight of you bustling around the kitchen. "Y/N, you're a lifesaver," he declared, grabbing another slice of toast from the counter. "I don't know what we'd do without you."

You laughed softly, the sound like music to Darry's ears as he felt a swell of pride for the woman he loved. "Just doing my part," you replied with a playful wink, your eyes meeting Darry's briefly before returning to your task.

As you continued to work, Darry couldn't tear his gaze away from you. With each small gesture, each tender smile, his love for you swelled within his chest, threatening to burst free. It was moments like these, the simple, everyday interactions shared between the three of you, that filled Darry with a profound sense of gratitude and contentment.

Surrounded by the warmth and love of his family, Darry knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul – he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, cherishing every moment, every laugh, and every small gesture of love that you shared. And as he watched you move about the kitchen, his heart overflowed with love and adoration for the incredible woman who had stolen his heart.

And then, as if on cue, Ponyboy entered the kitchen, a furrow of concentration marring his brow as he pored over a math problem in his textbook. Sensing his frustration, you approached him, offering a reassuring smile. "Need a hand, Pony?" you asked, your voice gentle and encouraging.

Ponyboy looked up, relief flooding his features as he nodded. "Yeah, I just can't seem to figure this one out," he admitted sheepishly.

You leaned in closer, studying the problem with a furrowed brow of your own. "Ah, I see where you're getting tripped up. Let me show you a trick that might help," you offered, your voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the morning.

As you patiently explained the concept to Ponyboy, Darry felt that surge of pride and adoration. The way you broke down the problem into manageable steps, your voice soft and reassuring, spoke volumes about your patience and compassion. In that simple act of offering your help and guidance, Darry saw the depth of your kindness and the strength of your character. It wasn't just about helping Ponyboy with his math; it was about the genuine care and concern you showed for him, for all of them. As he watched you with a sense of awe, he knew deep within his soul that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side, cherishing every moment, and building a future together filled with love and laughter.

As Soda finished his toast, grabbed his lunch, and prepared to head out the door, he leaned in close to Darry, his voice barely above a whisper amidst the morning bustle of the kitchen. "You know, big brother," he said, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, "we couldn't do it without her. You gotta marry her."

Darry blinked, momentarily taken aback by Soda's sudden seriousness. He met his brother's gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes mirrored by the weight of his words. For a moment, the playful banter faded, replaced by a shared understanding of just how much you meant to them all.

A swell of emotion rose within Darry, a mixture of gratitude, love, and a hint of apprehension at the thought of such a monumental step. But as he glanced back at you, effortlessly moving about the kitchen with a grace that never failed to astound him, he knew with a certainty that settled deep within his soul – Soda was right.

With a silent nod of acknowledgment to his brother, Darry watched as Soda headed out the door, his words lingering in the air like a gentle breeze. And as he turned back to you, a newfound sense of purpose filled his heart, a determination to show you just how much you meant to him, not just in words, but in deeds.

Amidst the chaos of their everyday lives, Darry knew that there was no one else he would rather spend the rest of his days with than you. And as he caught your eye, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he silently made a promise to himself – to cherish you, to protect you, and to love you with every fiber of his being, now and forever.

After Ponyboy left the kitchen to get ready for school, the room fell into a comfortable silence, leaving just the two of you alone. Darry's arms enveloped you, pulling you close in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of his love.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Darry murmured, his voice soft with emotion as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. "You'd manage just fine," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad I can be here for you, for all of you."

Darry's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "You're more than just my girlfriend, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle caress. "You're my everything."

Tears welled in your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words. "And you're mine," you breathed, sealing your love with a soft kiss that spoke volumes of the bond you shared.

As you stood entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what trials life threw your way, you would face them together, united in a love that knew no bounds. And as Darry pressed another tender kiss to your forehead, you silently vowed to cherish each moment with him for eternity, grateful beyond measure for the love that filled your heart.

The Proposal

As the evening sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a sense of anticipation filled the Curtis household. Tonight, was no ordinary night – tonight, Darry had something special planned, and he had enlisted the help of Ponyboy, Soda, Two-Bit, and Steve to make it truly unforgettable.

Ponyboy, with his earnest enthusiasm, had insisted that you wear something special for the occasion. He had spent the afternoon rummaging through his meager wardrobe, determined to find the perfect accessory to complement your beauty. Finally, he emerged triumphantly with a delicate silver necklace that was his mothers, a small pendant shaped like a sun dangling from the chain. "I thought it would bring you luck," he said with a shy smile, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

Soda, ever the romantic, had taken it upon himself to choose the perfect spot for the proposal. He had spent hours scouting locations around town, searching for a place that was as beautiful and special as you deserved. Finally, he settled on a secluded spot by the river, where the water sparkled in the moonlight and the stars danced overhead. "Trust me, this is the perfect spot," he assured Darry with a grin, knowing that it would be a moment you would never forget.

Two-Bit and Steve, always up for a bit of mischief, had taken on the task of setting the scene. They had decorated the proposal spot with lights and candles, creating a magical ambiance that would set the stage for Darry's declaration of love. Two-Bit leaned in close to Darry, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he surveyed their handiwork. "We wanted to make it extra special for you," he explained with a grin, his voice laced with excitement. "You know, to really sweep her off her feet." He nudged Darry playfully, knowing that their efforts would add an extra touch of romance to the evening, making it a moment that neither Darry nor you would ever forget.

As the clock struck seven, Darry took your hand in his, a nervous yet determined smile playing on his lips. Together, you began to walk, the soft glow of the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement as you made your way towards the proposal spot not too far away.

With each step, Darry's mind drifted back to the memories you had shared together, the moments that had brought you to this point. He pointed out landmarks along the way, each one holding a special significance in your relationship.

"Do you remember the first time we walked this path together?" Darry asked softly, his voice filled with warmth as he squeezed your hand gently. "It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?"

You smiled, the memories flooding back as you walked hand in hand with him. "I remember," you replied, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "It's where we shared our first kiss."

"Those were some of the best moments of my life," you continued, your voice soft and filled with nostalgia. "Just being with you, sharing our dreams under the stars... it's something I'll always cherish."

As you walked hand in hand, each step carrying you closer to the proposal spot where your future awaited, you couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude for the man beside you. In his simple gestures and heartfelt words, you found a love that was pure and unwavering, a love that filled your heart with joy and anticipation for the journey ahead. And as the echoes of your laughter mingled with the evening breeze, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memories forever, a testament to the love that had brought you to this beautiful place.

As you reached the river, the soft glow of lights and the flickering of candles cast a romantic ambiance over the scene. Darry's heart pounded with nervous excitement; his palms slightly clammy as he took in the sight before him. With each step, the weight of the ring box in his pocket seemed to grow heavier, but the love and determination in his heart only strengthened.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Darry turned to you, his eyes alight with affection and anticipation. The gentle glow of the lights seemed to dance in his gaze as he reached for your hand, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"Y/N," he began, his voice filled with emotion, "from the moment I met you, you've brought so much light into my life. You've been my rock, my confidante, my everything." His words were like music to your ears, each syllable filled with the depth of his love for you.

Tears of joy welled in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt confession, your heart swelling with love for the man standing before you. The love and support radiating from him and the familiar faces of Ponyboy, Soda, Two-Bit, and Steve filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, making this moment even more special.

"And now," Darry continued, his voice trembling slightly as he dropped to one knee, presenting the ring box with a flourish, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." His eyes never wavered from yours, his gaze unwavering in its sincerity. "Y/N, will you marry me?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed into his eyes, feeling as if the world had stopped spinning just for this moment. The weight of his words hung in the air, charged with emotion and anticipation, as you searched for the right words to express the overwhelming love and happiness that filled your heart.

With a trembling voice and tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, you nodded emphatically, unable to find the words to convey the depth of your love for him. "Yes, Darry," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "a thousand times yes. In every single lifetime it’s a yes."

A radiant smile broke across Darry's face as he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your love with a tender kiss. Cheers and applause erupted from your friends, the sounds of their excitement mingling with the beating of your hearts as you embraced, knowing that this moment would be etched in your memories forever as the beginning of your journey together as husband and wife.

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First Dates with Curtis Gang !! (HCs)

(These might sound a bit ‘inaccurate’ to some, but I personally think everyone would be a bit nervous/shy on a first date as well as being more soft. I mean, it’s a date with just the two of you, trying to look tough isn’t their biggest worry lol. I try to keep everything as accurate as possible. I also tried to keep these as gender neutral as possible but I am a cis fem so I can really only see scenarios through my own eyes. I’m trying!)

Warnings - Just fluff, how I think a first date situation with each member would go

Author’s Note - I GOT THREE FICS COOKED UP IN MY DRAFTS WHICH EXPLAINS MY INACTIVITY !! ENJOY 🫂

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Ponyboy

He would lose his mind trying to make everything perfect. I feel he’s not the type to ask someone out without being friends or at least acquaintances first, he has to know you. He needs to know some of your interests, things you dislike - basics. He’ll curate the date and try to incorporate things he knows you’re into to create better conversation.

He definitely thought he was going to get rejected when he first asked you on the date. He mentally rehearsed what he was going to say for at least a week until the date planned finally arrived. He purposefully tried to look his best that exact day to impress you further.

Ponyboy would sooo take you out on a movie date ☹️. He would go for someone who shares similar interests as him - the love for movies a big one on his checklist. He would save up to buy tickets for the both of you to look good instead of just sneaking in. He might even bum Darry of a few cents to ensure he had enough.

“So… how’s about we go see a movie tonight? Tickets for two, on me.”

He definitely smiled like a complete idiot after the question was posed, feeling embarrassed already.

His biggest accomplishment of the night would be to ‘subtly’ hold your hand. He’s too scared to straight up grab it, so he would try to work his hand towards yours as the movie progresses.

He felt more mature than usual. A first date with you was probably his first date ever so it was probably an even bigger deal to him than most.

Johnny

He had his eye on you for a good while before he finally found the right opportunity to ask you out. I can see him watching you from afar in class or somewhere during school, sitting there and drowning in admiration. He would give little side glances with a straight face so that nobody would think he was looking your way. He is Mr. Nonchalant at its finest 🙁🙏🏻

He would finally break it to Dallas he’s got the hots for “some kid at school” and ask how he should make a move. Obviously Dallas would tease him a bit, only to give him tips Johnny would never use. “You go up to ‘em, tell ‘em where the date is - introductions later. Add a little kiss on the cheek and there ya go.” Johnny would probably force a laugh or something and make a mental note to do the exact opposite.

HE WOULD ASK YOU TO A DINER !! I literally can’t stress this enough, Johnny needs to be able to be a listener at times and the speaker at others. He would strategically plan this shit out and eliminate any other ‘typical first dates’ besides going out to eat. Conversation gets awkward? He’s planning to shovel some food in so you feel obligated to talk more. This gives him a good opportunity to get to know you more and ask for your opinions on the food there, which flavor of milkshake you prefer best, or small talk about school and things you may have in common. He’s such an observer and he’ll find lots to talk about when it’s just you two.

Similar to Ponyboy, he was probably so worked up about thinking of asking you on the date. I can see him picking at that little area of skin beside his nails while he asks you, giving you a lopsided smile because he felt stupid. He’d try to think of some excuse to talk to you before asking you out.

“So I was thinking if you, y’know… wanna get something to eat later…? We could go to that diner if you’re up for it.”

He would literally not stop smiling when you accepted the offer. Johnny would do a good job at hiding the flustered feeling pretty well, but hiding a smile that big is hard for him.

I honestly don’t see him as the type to try to impress people. He is who he is and he wants someone who will actually be interested in his normal self. I don’t see him trying to fancy himself up or anything along those lines.

During the date he would try to sneak as many little glances as possible without trying to show it. Obviously he finds you attractive if he’s desperate enough to ask you out, but he doesn’t want to seem too obsessive.

He’d offer to walk you home and be the bigger person even though he doesn’t like to roam around alone at night anymore. He’d be a little hesitant, but he wants to feel protective of some sort and what better what to show it than walk you home and keep you safe?

Dallas

Surprisingly, if Dallas truly has interest for someone he won’t be so bitter about it. He can’t control how his own personality is perceived by others, but he’ll surely tone it down a bit just for your sake.

Social anxiety is afraid of Dallas. He’ll be in the middle of the most mundane task when he notices you. I can totally see him at a gas station, filling up Buck’s car, or attempting to steal some cigarettes from a corner store when he bumps into you. Unlike the others, I feel as if he goes solely off of looks before personality. He’s so raw and isn’t afraid to speak his mind.

His flirting style is a bit aggressive but it surprisingly works half the time - if the attraction is mutual of course. Dallas would say some corny pick up line or straight up call you some pet name before posing the question. He’s definitely the persistent type for sure. If you turn him down he’ll try and persuade his way into the date becoming an official plan.

“Damn, baby - I forgot all about our date tonight,” while proceeding to show he’s checking you out, no hesitation. While you’re over there confused out of your mind, he’ll laugh to himself and attempt to get you to play along.

“I’m serious. Be over at Buck Merril’s Roadhouse at ten.”

I can’t see him doing anything cutesy or romantic on a first date. He’s like the opposite from most, he’ll save the sweet stuff until he’s comfortable and knows he can be more vulnerable with you. His idea of a first date is something he would most likely do with friends.

Dallas would invite you over to lay down with him and get to know your personality better. He’s not so excited to know all of your interests and desires yet, but rather how you are as a person and your morals. He’d probably try to put on a movie in the background while inviting you to share a blunt in bed. He finds conversation to be what reels him in most, and he knows the best conversations flow when high.

He would be such a tease the entire night. He would let small comments slip, even small touches and gestures to help ease you into growing more comfortable with him. He’ll make it his goal to have you wanting more and more of him - hopefully leading to more dates to come.

Sodapop

He probably fell in love at first sight and immediately knew the two of you would have chemistry.

I just know he saw you at the DX and waltzed right up to you with that big, charming grin on his face.

Soda is definitely more bold when he asks somebody out because he knows he’s handsome. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t reject him.

“Name is Soda, Sodapop actually,” while he proceeds to introduce himself to you and converse for a few minutes before asking the big question. I feel he’s such a friendly and kind person so he’d definitely be good at making interesting conversation and let it flow naturally before he even attempts to mention a date.

“We should totally see each other sometime. Like - soon.” followed up with a sweet smile while he waits for your response.

I feel like he’s such a family type of guy. He would have to make sure you love his friends as well as Ponyboy and Darry only because he sees them as brothers too. I feel like Soda would have a big hangout with the gang where he invites you and weasels his way into claiming it’s a ‘date’.

I think of something casual and fun like a bonfire where you all chit chat and make s’mores, huddled up against each other. This seems more of like a fall/winter type of date but HEAR ME OUT!!

So of course, you accept his offer and head over to his place where you meet the others and accompany them while sitting beside Soda.

He would for sure tell them about you before hand and try to make them get their act together because he feels as first dates are more important than others. Leaving a good first impression is vital. “Just be cool, we’re gonna have fun, don’t embarrass me this time... please?” with a cheesy ass smile to seal it in.

STOP BC SODAPOP IS SUCH A KISS GOODBYE TYPE OF PERSON !!

Soda would try to get all cuddly and shit by the fire the whole night, progressively getting more bold. He would start with small compliments and smiles, moving towards looping an arm around you, etc. By the end of the night he feels like he’s made enough progress to get a little goodbye kiss from you, even if it’s a small peck on the cheek.

“Aw, come on, no kiss?” as he gently places his hands on your upper arms.

Steve

Steve seems like such a sweet guy once you get past the whole ‘tough guy’ exterior he likes to keep up. He would definitely have to know you a bit before asking you out, so I think you would be somewhat friends with him previous to the big question.

He lovesss people with that natural spunk so I can see him taking you out to some party for kicks. Nothing crazy, but some small venue where music is bumping and the two of you can just share a good time without having to worry about much else.

OKAY SO Steve is definitely more of a bolder type of person when it comes to asking someone out. He’s not shy or nervous or anything - more so expectant.

He gets a bunch of attention from all kinds of customers at the DX although they usually rush to see Soda first.

He gets a lottt of tips from Soda on how to shoot his shot and not get flat out rejected.

Steve would probably have been crushing on you for a good while before making a move. I can see the two of you are engaging in the gang’s typical activities, hanging out or chit-chatting in the lot. Steve tries to subtly have some alone time with you when he executes the big question. I just know he asked Soda and/or Dallas to help distract the others 😭

He’ll try and keep his cool even though he’s beyond excited to finally spill it. I’m talking like clearing his throat and uncontrollably smiling seconds prior.

“What do you say to maybe goin’ to some party with me come this weekend?”

All goes accordingly and here comes the day of the date. He’ll try his absolute best to look spotless just to further impress you.

He would offer to pick you up and everything as he tries to seem like a gentleman.

Once you arrive, he would break the ice immediately and take you by the hand to dance, not caring enough to waste time being stuck in that awkward phase.

I just know he would get so flustered when you come in close contact or have some form of physical touch within a specific dance. Steve Randle is touch deprived. He loves that shit.

During upbeat songs he would actually kill it and own the dance floor with you with no shame whatsoever.

Whether it’s an upbeat and groovy song or a more slow one, he’d make the most of every moment with you and try to make this night one to remember in hopes you’ll want to go out again sometime soon.

Darrel

Darry would be the best boyfriend to ever exist, lemme tell you right now.

He’s definitely a big family guy as well, so it’s not surprising he would want someone who’s willing to commit and have intimate and vulnerable moments with.

Since he’s 20, I feel this is a time for him where people his age start to forget about having a stupid high school relationship and begin looking for a serious relationship.

I’m getting ‘friends throughout teenage years, lovers as young adults’ kind of vibes from Darry. The two of you most likely kept in contact and see each other here and there since senior year ended.

Darry would have mentally prepared himself to ask you out for a date at least a week in advance after noticing he’s caught feelings for his high school buddy.

He was most likely pacing around and trying to script out his lines before he finally gathered enough courage to call you. Since seeing each other face to face is harder to get around with work and watching out for his brothers, he resorts to calling you late at night when Soda and Ponyboy are asleep.

He wouldn’t stall or try to linger on about the topic, he would get straight to the point, just like ripping off a bandaid.

“Hey, it’s been a minute since I last saw you and everything. How does a date sound? I’ve been eyeing that restaurant downtown for a while…we might enjoy it.”

I know he would be giggling and smiling nonstop after you accepted his offer 😭

Come the day of the date, Darry had saved up enough to make a reservation at the somewhat fancy restaurant he mentioned on the phone call. (It’s canon that Darry would most likely be a soc if it weren’t for the gang so I’m envisioning this date based off of that.)

He would so give you his jacket/blazer before he sat down on his side of the table. I’m talking like wrapping it around your shoulder type of thing.

The restaurant is definitely more fancy than the usual diner he’d buy some cheap fast food from, but not fancy like some banquet. He would try and make everything run smoothly by planning it beforehand with the booking, nicer outfit, and picking you up to drive you there.

During the date he would sit and admire you from across the table as you awaited your food, loving the sound of your voice as you rambled on and on. He would’ve planned this whole thing out, trying to come up with a date where you could get to know one another without having to do much else. The point of the date is to talk, not have fun and goof around - but maybe catch up on life together.

Two-Bit

He isn’t one to settle down and usually goes after someone on a lonely night or just for kicks. When he does fancy someone for a long period of time, he makes sure you know it.

I get a lot of ‘friends with benefits’ kind of vibe from him because he seems to be the friendly type who can get along with pretty much anyone. Since he finds you attractive and a pleasure to be around, you settled for this weird arrangement.

Weeks into this situationship type of bond, he realized he may want more than a casual flirty friendship.

He’s definitely bold too, like BOLD.

Two-Bit wouldn’t be shy or anything when asking you. I think he would straight up say something blunt like “Let’s go on a date. Sound like fun?” And then proceed to list date ideas to you.

HE WOULD TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE FUN!!

I can see him taking you to a car show or something and being able to crack jokes and show off his knowledge on cars to you. He brings the good vibes and fun, so even if the date doesn’t sound too appealing to you, you’re guaranteed to have a good time with him.

At the show, Two-Bit would definitely gasp and fawn over every pretty car and continue on and on about the make, model, and how unique the style of it is. He would make small comments and flirtatious suggestions just to make you smile.

“Like that one? Imagine all the fun dates we could go in that!”

Y’all might flame me for this but I think he loves hugs 😭. By the end of the date he would initiate a semi-long hug and smile smugly while you caved in and hugged him right back.

Also gonna get flamed, but he would call you cute names and things super casually. In the middle of a sentence he’ll refer to you as “baby”, or “darling” even though the two of you aren’t dating.

He’s a sweetheart deep down and yall know it. He would go the extra mile when he genuinely likes somebody. He would act a gentleman and share his interests with you. HE CARES!!

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Could you do a little fic with Johnny or Pony x reader (platonically)?? I was thinking something where reader and Darry are dating, so she takes on the role of "mom," and one day, when the gang's all flopped around, Johnny/Pony accidentally calls her mom, and while everyone is kinda teasing him she thinks it's the sweetest thing ever

OKAY TYSM IM IN LOVE WITH UR WRTING 🤭🤭🤭💍💍💍

An: OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST IDEA EVER! Thank you for requesting it! 💕 I going to do this with Johnny

W: not proofread, reference to Johnny's mommy issues

Word count: ~1000

When you started dating Darry, you hadn't realized you'd not only be getting a boyfriend, but also 6 new friends. You quickly grew close to all of them since they seemed to always be at the Curtis's house and so were you. One of the boys you were particularly fond of was Johnny Cade. He was a sweet boy who clearly looked up to you and was one of the only boys who was excited when Darry brought you over for the first time.

Without even realizing it, Johnny was starting to see you as a mother figure. You were caring, sweet, patient, helpful, loving, everything Johnny wished his mother was like. You made him feel comfortable, like he could come to you when he was feeling down. You started to slowly become a safe space for him.

One night, you were over at the Curtis's and helping Darry make dinner. Well, really you were making dinner while Darry was ranting on about life. You feel bad for him, truly. Losing your parents then having to become your younger siblings' provider and guardian can't be easy.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with him, baby." He leans back against the counter with his arms crossed. "We can't afford a tutor for him. And, I mean, he's not stupid, he just doesn't put his full effort into school. A 68 in math isn't like him." Darry rambles on and shakes his head.

"I'll help him." You say.

He looks up and his eyes meet yours. "You don't have to do that."

"No, no, it's fine. I want to help him." You reassure him with a smile.

Darry smiles back and says, "Alright. Thank you."

Just then, the front door opens and in walks Dallas, Ponyboy, and Johnny. Soda and Steve were sitting on the couch in the living room, so naturally a choir of "Hey, guys"s, "Hi"s, "Hey man"s, start.

Ponboy walks over to the kitchen to inquire about dinner.

"Hey, what're you guys making?" He asks, looking between you and Darry as he stands in the entryway.

"Spaghetti!" You say, then you add more quietly, "It's one of the only things I can cook."

Darry chuckles and Pony smiles. "I like spaghetti." He tells you.

"Good."

Johnny approaches and stands next to Ponyboy in the kitchen entrance.

You smile. "Hey Johnnycakes."

"Hey Johnny." Darry nods. "You gonna stay for dinner tonight, kid?"

"Uh, sure. If that's okay." He responds. Of course it's okay, and you, Darry, and Pony all echo that statement at the same time, talking over each other. Laughter follows. Once it dies down Darry tells Pony that he has to finish his homework. He responds with a groan, "I know."

"Y/n will help you when we're done making dinner." Darry ruffles your hair with his hand and you swat it away.

"Really? Thanks." He says not very enthusiastically, clearly still not pleased about having to do homework at all.

"Don't mention it." You smile.

You suddenly remember that earlier today the news forecast said to expect lots of rain tomorrow, and since Johnny normally walks to school, you were going to offer to give him a ride.

"Hey Johnny?" You look at him.

"Yeah, mom?" He meets your eyes then processes what he just said. He instantly goes red and there's a look of almost- horror in his eyes. "I- I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." He quickly stampers.

Your heart melts, yeah, it was an accident, but he would've said it if he hadn't thought it. It makes you so happy that you provide that comfort for him. You simply smile, not wanting to embarrass him farther. "It's okay." You say. Darry looks so confused but doesn't say anything about it. Pony on the other hand, laughs. "Mom? Johnny, she's like 20!" He teases.

"I didn't mean to..."

"Cut it out, Pony." You say, and he shuts up. You huff then look back at Johnny sweetly. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow morning, so I was wondering if you wanted me to give you a ride." You look at Ponyboy, "I can give you a ride too, Pony, if you need one."

"Oh, sure.. thanks." Johnny says quietly. Poor guy's still flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, I can take Pony to school tomorrow." Darry says as he stirs the noodles in the boiling water.

"Darry, that's no fun!" The youngest Curtis complains.

"I'm no fun?"

"No."

You sigh, "It's fine, Darry. If I'm already taking Johnny, why not take Pony too? They're going to the same place."

Darry looks at you with a hint of admiration in his gaze. "Fine. You do too much stuff for us, you know." You smile. "I love helping you guys. You're like family." You press a quick kiss against his cheek and Pony gags.

"Ew."

"Be quiet, boy."

You and Johnny laugh at the interaction. Man, do those two have a strange dynamic.

"I'll pick you up at 7, Johnny, and Pony, some time soon after that."

The next morning you get up way earlier than usual so you can take these boys to school. You pick up Johnny first. When he opens the front door you realize his house is strangely quiet. His parents must like to sleep in. Once you two are in the car and you pull out of the driveway, Johnny speaks.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I called you mom yesterday. That was weird and I can't stop thinking about it. Like, that's so embarrassing."

"Oh, no, you're fine. It's okay. I really don't care." You try to reassure him.

"But also... some times... I wish I did have a mom like you. Uh, you're patient and caring. I wish my mom was like that. Sorry if that's weird."

You turn down the Curtis's street and shake your head. "Not weird. I'm a positive, women role model in your life and you don't have good a relationship with your mom. You don't have to keep apologizing. That's pretty normal."

"Oh."

You park your car in the driveway, then reach over and ruffle Johnny's hair with a smile. "Let's go get Pony, kid."

an: I didn't know how to end this 😢 hopefully you enjoyed it!

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𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃.𝐂

||۶ৎ darry curtis x johnny's older sister!reader

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The sun casts a gentle glow across the sidewalk as you approach the gate of the house, the rays glinting off the metal like light to a magnifying glass, blinding if you look from the wrong direction. The latch is broken, the hinges rusted and crying as you push it open, but everything seems so… lived in.

You’ve never really been here, never really seen the people Johnny speaks so highly of. Of course, you’ve heard of the Curtis boys and perhaps seen them in passing, but never stopped to talk. Never to thank them personally for all the things they do for your brother when you can’t.

You’ve been raising Johnny ever since your parents checked out, working double shifts to try and pay for your own dilapidated apartment where the paint is grey and pallid. He stays with you occasionally—long enough for your parents to not grow suspicious—and then spends the rest of his nights here. Or in the lot, but that part he never tells you.

The doorknob, probably once a delicate gold, is now worn down from being turned too many times, and the wood is splintered at the bottom right corner, seemingly from where a boot has made contact too many times. It’s charming in its own rugged way, homely, yet broken enough to make you hesitate when knocking.

If these boys were anything like Dallas Winston—the rough hood Johnny claims to be his closest friend—then you would not be all too welcome. In fact, they probably don’t even know who you are, and while Johnny may have mentioned you, it’s not like you’d made the effort to reach out.

Your knock resounds before you can stop yourself, knuckles rapping against the wood in a soft, repetitive motion that cuts through the silence like a knife. The tension simmers, that uncomfortable waiting game in full force that has you shifting nervously on the spot, the planks of the deck creaking beneath the soles of your shoes.

There’s a call from inside, muffled and indistinct, then footsteps, heavy yet certain in a way that has your muscles tensing out of pure instinct. Your mind starts to race at such a speed you struggle to keep up; maybe you should just turn away now. Johnny can grab his jacket the next time he’s over… But he needs it now and you really can’t afford to get him a spare…

Before you can even begin to entertain the idea of turning on your heel, the door opens, and for a moment your breath seems to catch, oxygen escaping you entirely and leaving you winded.

“Can I help you?” His voice is rough from use, a deep rumble in the back of his throat that makes your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. For a moment, you feel akin to a giddy girl with a crush on her teacher—childish, naive…

“I—I think my brother left something behind.” Your voice comes out in an almost squeak, weak and pathetic, making you cringe internally and wish for the world to open up and swallow you whole.

The stranger raises a brow, tilting his head slightly, and you can’t help but notice the wya his bicway flex where he holds the door. It’s enough to make the butterflies flap their wings harder, their little bodies stirring up a storm inside of you, making you feel entirely elated that your brother has such good taste in friends.

“Brother?” He pauses for a few moments, the cogs turning slowly, before his eyes brighten in recognition. “Wait, you’re Johnny’s sister?”

You nod, maybe a little too quickly, and his bewildered expression quickly melts into a genuine smile, one that eases your tight muscles and makes any idea that you were unwelcome seems utterly ridiculous.

“I thought I recognised you. Y’all look alike, really.” He muses, before stepping aside, still holding the door. “You want to come in?”

Your feet seem to be working faster than your brain, and without any sort of rational thought, you step forward and into the house, immediately enveloped by the sheer warmth that seems to surround the place.

It smells faintly like cooking and smoke, and every piece of furniture looks like it holds at least a thousand memories. The TV in the corner is a little dated and beaten, but it’s more than you have at your place, so you can’t exactly judge.

He heads towards the general direction of the kitchen, and you follow blindly, like a lost puppy with nowhere better to be. “D’you want a drink or something?”

His words snap you out of your reverie and you nod again, only once, before deciding maybe words will make you look less weird. “Please. Just a water is fine.”

You can’t help but watch as he works, drifting about the space with a grace that draws you in like a moth to a flame; his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt and, god, this is wrong. This is so wrong; this is your brother’s friend and here you are drooling over him like some type of starved animal.

The silence has stretched between you both for a few seconds now, filled only by the clinking of glasses and the running of the tap, and you decide to desist from being awkward much longer before he draws to the conclusion you're weird and kicks you out.

“Um… You’re Ponyboy, right?”

The man laughs, deep and rich, and while it’s sweet as honey, it has you growing nervous all over again. He turns slowly, handing you the glass, callused fingers brushing yours and sending sparks through every nerve ending. “That’s my little brother.” He corrects. “I’m Darry.”

Darry….

“Oh.” He must sense your embarrassment, the feeling tacit, as he very quickly adds.

“It’s fine; Johnny must talk about him a lot. They’re close.” He smiles again. “It’s okay.” And the reassurance is enough to have you melting like putty, your bones turning to jelly under the mere sound of his voice.

Your fingers tighten around the glass, knuckles turning white, a way to ground yourself and try to resist the urge to throw yourself at him. He’s addictive just to look at, and that only makes you more aware of his eyes on you. Not in a judgemental way—just a steady gaze that has you shifting, like he’s trying to read you without asking too much.

You take a small sip from the water, more out of something to do than actual thirst, letting the liquid soothe the lump in your throat before braving speech once more. “He, uh— He really looks up to guys. Johnny, I mean.” Your stuttering does little to mask your flustered front, but Darry doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah… He’s a really good kid. Shame y’all got dealt such a shitty, you know.” He sits down opposite you, leaning back in the chair like it’s completely natural. “How’s he settling in with you? He said he’d moved in.”

And the fact that Johnny had even mentioned this much makes you feel a strange sense of warmth, a value that brings you close to tears. And most importantly, Darry had remembered. He knew the whereabouts of your brother.

“He’s doing well. Big change but he’s safer… Happier, I hope.”

Darry nods, dropping his gaze to the table top, fingers tracing the grains of the wood idly. “It’s nice to know he’s got someone else who cares ‘bout him.”

There’s something tender behind those words that has your heart beating a thousand times faster, and you stand suddenly, needing to escape the urge to grab him by the collar and just… No.

“I should probably grab his jacket.” the words come out in a garbled rush. “Don’t want to get in the way of anything!”

Darry looks suddenly startled, eyes widening slightly, and you’d feel bad if it weren’t for the fact he had your stomach in knots. But he points casually to the living room regardless in a way that is almost natural; He doens’t seem in much of a rush to get rid of you.

Sure enough, Johnny’s jacket is folded over the back of the couch like it belongs there. Your fingers brush over the worn denim of the collar, and everything about it feels safe. Stable. Like home.

“Y’know,” Darry starts, still watching you carefully. “He talks about you a lot, too.”

“He does?” You don’t turn, not at first, too scared to make full eye contact out of fear of short-circuiting.

He hums, standing and walking towards you. “Yeah. Says you work too hard and that he worries you don’t take time for yourself.”

The lump that forms in your throat is different now—burning and unexpected. It’s a pain you didn’t realise was lingering, the epiphany that your little brother is concerned because you’re the last piece of family he’s got…

“I’m trying,” you admit, keeping your gaze down. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”

There’s a beat, and then his fingers are tilting your chin up, touching feather-light but enough to make your cheeks warm. Your eyes meet his own; green and perfect, like the calmest parts of the ocean, the parts where you’d trust the currents to carry you anywhere.

“You being here? You supporting him through everything? That’s enough. Trust me.” His voice is low now, soft and a little more genuine. “You dont gotta carry it all on your own.”

Something about the way in which he says it cracks you open, and you nod again, not trying your voice, afraid it might shatter and give you away.

Darry glances to the door, then back at you. "If you want, you can stay a minute. Nobody's back for a while and the company's nice..."

You hesitate. Part of you knows you should go, that if you accept this offer, you're giving in to a trap you know is wrong to fall into. That being here, this close, is dangerous. But there's another part, deep in the depths of your heart, that is starving for comfort, warmth, and everything he's giving you…

So you shrug, biting your lip to hold back the full force of your smile.

"A minute wouldn't hurt."

He smiles back—real, warm—and gestures towards the couch.

"Alright, sweetheart. Take a load off."

And you do, talking about anything and everything, relieving yourself of weights you didn't even know existed. Suddenly, the Curtis house doesn't feel quite so unfamiliar anymore

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