#darrel curtis x reader

[ambrozjas]

the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

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some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

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[augustinapril]

Y/n: But what about Dally?

Darry: Don't worry about him.

Darry: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like it was nothin.

[sweetsreverie]

could you write a drabble where darry’s girlfriend is totally adored by the rest of the boys and she’s almost motherly to them?

bro... thank you for planting this idea in my head ♡︎

pairing: darry curtis x f!reader wc: 972 warnings/notes: none

You met Darry six months ago while you were at the grocery store. You were clearly having trouble trying to reach something on the top shelf and he offered to help you, retrieving the item and handing it to you with a charming, kind smile. The two of you ended up talking in the spice aisle for nearly ten minutes before you both realized that you had places to be. Darry had scribbled his home phone number on your grocery list before leaving. Since then, you mostly saw him on the weekends when he wasn’t working, or on the rare occasion that he wasn’t totally exhausted after work, you would see him for dinner.

It took a while for him to introduce you to his brothers, and eventually the rest of their little gang. But when he did, he came to notice that the boys treated you differently than anyone else. They seemed to respect you, and they didn’t really pick on you or mess with you like they did other people. That was also partially because you seemed to take care of them, and honestly you didn’t even think much of it. You just found yourself doing little things for them here and there. It started with you cleaning up Darry’s work boots one night, and then you ironed Sodapop’s work shirt one day while he was running late for work, and you’ve helped Ponyboy with his homework on multiple occasions when he was struggling through his math homework. 

It made Darry’s heart swell, especially when you took care of Ponyboy and Soda. Ever since their mom died, they haven’t had a female, or even somewhat of a motherly figure in their life. Darry could be tough on them, so having your gentle nature around was almost comforting for them.

Today you had the day off of work so you spent some time at the Curtis’ house. Darry was working so you tried to clean up the place to take it off of his shoulders. Besides, you sometimes spent the night with Darry and ate dinner with them, so you figure you might as well pull your own weight and treat the place as your own. 

“You know Y/N, this ain’t even your house. You don’t have to clean up after us.” Pony says while he sits on the couch and Johnny sits on the floor near the coffee table, and the two of them were playing ‘go fish’.

“Well- I stay here enough and eat enough of yall’s food, I might as well. And I don’t want Darry to have to worry about it when he gets back from work.” You explain as you wipe down the kitchen table with a damp cloth.

Ponyboy smiles softly at that before he looks down at the cards in his hand. “Well… I know that Darry really appreciates it. He probably don’t show it or say it, but… I know he does.” Pony tells you with a little nod.

“I just know he’s got a lot on his plate, and I don’t see you boys helping him clean up much.” You say, the teasing tone clear in your voice while you grin over at Pony. Pony’s expression turns sheepish immediately, and Johnny even chuckles at your playful scolding.

Later that evening when Darry comes home, you stand in the kitchen with him while you two wait for dinner to finish cooking. After a few moments, Darry turns to you as you’re leaning against the counter.

“You know, Ponyboy told me you scolded him like a mother today.” Darry says, and you groan and shake your head.

“I did not! I was just messing with him-” You insist, and Darry laughs.

“He knows that, doll face. I just… think it’s funny. You really do take care of us.” Darry says with a little smile while he reaches for your hand.

You think about it for a second, and you realize that you really do take care of these boys.

“Well… you’re my boys. And someone’s gotta keep some order around here.” You tell Darry with a grin. You hear the front door open, and you poke your head out from around the doorway to see Sodapop and Steve.

“Aht aht, don’t bring them dirty boots in the house. Leave ‘em on the porch.” You tell the two of them, and Ponyboy laughs as they turn back around and begin to take their boots off on the porch.

When you turn back to Darry in the kitchen, the man is just grinning from ear to ear.

“What were you saying about keeping order around here?” He asks jokingly and you can’t help but laugh.

“Hell, even Dally listens to you. You must have instilled some kinda fear in him or something.”

You laugh at that and shake your head, and you move closer to Darry so you’re tucked in his side.

“But… really. Ever since our folks passed, Pony and Soda haven’t really had… a woman to care for them, or like.. A mother figure. If you know what I mean.” Darry tries to explain, and you nod while giving him a little smile.

“I understand, Darry. Really- and… I’m happy to be that for them. I know I can never replace your mom, and I don’t want to- but… I’m happy to look after them. I know it's hard for you to do on your own.” You explain to Darry, and he lets out a quiet sigh while he looks down at you with an expression of admiration.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” Darry asks, and you laugh softly.

“Yeah. Once or twice I think.” You tease him lightly before the two of you carry on with making dinner before the boys in the living room start getting too rowdy.

[panickingpansexuality]

Imagine telling Darry you want to marry him while drunk

It was a normal Saturday night for the gang, drinking at the Curtis house after seeing a movie. Two-Bit brought out the drinks at the movie and you started drinking with him. Eventually the movie ended and you all started walking home. Darry and Pony were joking around and eventually Darry somehow got Pony on his back and at that moment you thought about how much you wanted him to marry you.

There was a loud cheer behind you and you saw Soda on Two-Bits back as they ran down the two other brothers and raced down the street.

When they caught up to Pony and Darry, Soda stated a game of chicken and not a single one of them was going to back out from that. The rest of the gang gathered around them cheering for either Pony or Soda. You laughed and Darry gave a quick glance at you before going back against Two-Bit. He pressed Soda and Two-Bit up against a fence and Soda started to lean backwards and flipped himself over the fence.

The Gang let out a chorus of cheers and you went over to check on Soda (who was completely fine).

Darry walked with you under his arm the rest of the way home, Pony and Soda walking in front of you two.

"Lovebirds." Steve said coming beside you two, "Y'all got any beer at the house?"

"Not enough for the lot of you." You reply.

"Good thing I always bring extra." Two-Bit said coming beside you two. "Try this (y/n)."

You swallow down the flask with a grimace, not only does it taste awful but it's disgusting, you pass it to Darry who takes one wiff of it and hands it back to his friend.

"Disgusting." You say, "What is that?"

"The quickest way to get drunk." Two-Bit says swallowing down another gulp.

He wasn't lying, by the time you had all gotten to the house you were very giggly and so was half the gang.

Darry kept you within arms reach but with you floating around everyone so much he just decided to sit you in his lap.

You giggled and looked at his face playing with his hair, he couldn't help but smile at your antics.

"What's so funny?" He asked after a minute of you just starring and laughing.

"You're so pretty!" You say, "Like so pretty."

Pony and Johnny laugh in the couch at you two.

"He is!" You defend. "Listen kids this is why you don't drink! Ok? Just so don't, cause then you'll look at Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. the whole night cause he's so so pretty."

"Babydoll." Darry says laughing, "I think you need sleep."

"No." You gasp out and then fall to his chest. "I don't think so."

Darrys hand on your waist gently rubs circles on with his thumb against your skin.

"Is Soda ok?" You ask. "And Two-Bit?"

"Yes Dear." Darry says, "Theyre trying to sleep in the kitchen right now."

You go to sit up and look at the sleepy boys in the kitchen.

"I'll get them blankets." You say getting up.

"No it's alright (y/n)," Johnny says getting up, "We can get them."

"You're so sweet Johnny." You say, "I wish we could keep you here all the time."

He blushes and hurries to the closet where the blankets are kept.

"You have the sweetest people in your life." You say to Darry, "It's hard not to love any of them."

"I know." Darry says pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"Like you're doing so good with them, Pony's so smart and the rest of the gang loves you so so much."

Darry pulls you closer to him and you ret your head under his chin.

"I really wanna marry you." You slur out, "Can we get married?"

Your glazed eyes look up at him like a dog begging for table scraps, Darry chuckled and presses a kiss to your forehead as Pony and Johnny come back in.

"Thank you so very sweet boys." You say giggling. "I am so proud of you two."

Pony and Johnny both are now sporting red faces as you continue to compliment them. Dally and Steve come in from outside and you gasp and wave at them both.

"Hi!" You gasp out, "I'm so happy you guys are here!"

"How drunk are they?" Dally asks with a grin.

"Sooooo drunk!" You say laughing, "But like I think you guys should all stay forever and we could all like out our checks into like living together and it would be so fun."

Darry presses his face into your hair and laughs quietly.

"Steve!" You say, "Darry won't answer a super important question for me."

"Dude." Says a slightly drunk Steve, "That's such a drag."

"I know!" You say.

"What's the question?" Dally asks.

"I asked," you say giggling, "if we could get hitched and he laughed!"

Dally starts laughing too and so does Steve.

"Come on," Darry says picking you up bridal style. "Time to hit the sack."

"Night night boys!" You call waving to them as Darry takes you to his room, he throws you in the bed and you giggled taking off your shoes and jeans. Darry throws you a nightgown as he takes off his jeans.

You stare and giggle, when he turns back around you've managed to get everything off just not get the nightgown on.

"You have the cutest butt!" You say laughing. "Literally my favorite butt in the whole world."

"Good," Darry says, he comes over and helps you out the nightgown on before joining you under the covers.

Darry joins you under the covers, you continue to giggle a little even as your eyes feel heavy.

"So..." You mumble out "Are you gonna answer me?" You ask.

"(y/n)," Darry says pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Babydoll," he says pressing another to your forehead. "I thought you knew by now that I'm gonna marry you someday."

"Yay," you say sleepily into his chest. "I can't wait.."

"Me either." Darry says as you fall asleep against his chest.

[emasstars]

on ice

how i imagine they’d be ice skating with you | fluff/crack

a/n: i’m thinking about making a christmas/winter-themed event, but here’s this to kick off the start of dropping temperatures (at least, where i am)! again, sorry for my inactivity.

ponyboy took skating lessons, but ice is one of his weaknesses. he forgets it’s not like a track and that he has to glide. he fumbles every now and then, might lose his balance for a moment, but he isn’t awful in any way.

johnny does not know how to skate. he will be holding onto the side board with everything he has, praying in his head that his legs won’t give in. he’s like a piece of wood—his legs physically cannot bend. by the time you coax him off of the side board and have him holding your hand, time is up, and the rink is kicking everyone out.

dally thinks he can skate, and he somewhat can. but only slowly. he won’t hold your hand, and the cocky shit thinks he can keep his hands in his pockets. he can skate around the rink, but he can’t dash through anybody. ice is one of the only things that would doom him if he were ever on the run.

sodapop skates decently. his parents signed him up for lessons forever ago, so he knows the fundamentals. he really likes holding your hand and skating slowly with you—bonus points if there’s the very rare chance it’s snowing. he’s an undeniable hopeless romantic, and even if it isn’t snowing, he likes to pretend it is.

darry is a football player, not a skater. he cannot skate. he’s like if a rock was thrown onto the ice. he will not, cannot, and is afraid to move. if you can skate, he will rely on you to hold his hand and pull him. he’s, very sadly, too ungraceful to skate.

two-bit is a surprisingly good skater. he’s really flexible, and with enough willpower, he could be a figure skater. if you want to skate holding his hand, you can’t. he will let go and skate around the rink at full speed like a hockey player.

steve cannot skate either, though he will not resort to the side board like johnny. he’ll simply cling onto your arm with everything he has, which is arguably worse. he doesn’t even try to skate, he’s just letting you drag him along. it feels a bit like he’s a child in a wagon on halloween.

[jaidens]

If you special requests are still open can I have a hot chai latte with extra whipped cream under name Darrel Curtis? Only if ur ok with that!

So scarlet it was Maroon, The mark they saw on my collarbone

pairing [s] : darry curtis x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : sex, hickeys, drinking, riding, making out | wrap it before you tap it |

a/n [s] : ty for requesting, I'm sorry for how long it took!

It has almost been a month without your fiance. Darry had been booked for every single day, and suddenly nurses had become extremely needed everyday for your hospital. You were riled up and upset that your shifts hadn't matched up with Darry's which ended up in only seeing him passing in and out of the house. You were the night shift, and Darry had been the morning shift. You took care of the gang when Darry couldn't, becoming the casual mom of the group when you were around.

As you shift the small ring around your finger, tapping against the table as the clock clicks closer to your shift ending. As soon as it hits twelve, you jump up, grabbing your bag and Darry's jacket and run out of the hospital while saying goodbye to your coworkers. The air is cold as it nips at your nose. You open your car door and turn the car on, the cold air hitting you as it attempts to start up with a rumble. The radio plays quietly as you start to feel giddy at being able to see your boyfriend after a month.

The car ride isn't long, but not very short. After twenty-five minutes of no traffic and long, twisting roads, you pull into the driveway of Darry's house. His truck is sitting next to your car, and the lights are still on the inside of the house. Grabbing your stuff, you run into the house and shut the door quietly behind you. Two-Bit and Steve are asleep on the couch, snoring as Mickey Mouse is playing on the television.

You smile at them, shutting off the television and lights. You walk to the kitchen, hang up your keys on the hook, and set your bag down. Your stomach rumbles after hours of being unable to eat due to the rush on the hospital. You pull out some food and heat it up, and bite into it and moan out. Darry’s cooking was always amazing, after years of practicing after the loss of his Mom and Dad. While you're eating, strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his hips.

With a gentle kiss to your neck, you smile and twist your body around to be in front of Darry. He's smiling widely, his tongue darting out to like his lips. “Oh, Darry..” You mumble out and he pushes you against the counter and his hand falls underneath your thighs as you follow his movements with your lips. Your hand runs up his shoulders and to the back of his head and you grip onto his messy, ungreased hair. He smells like aftershave and his minty shampoo and conditioner.

You're mumbling out his name every time he pulls away from your lips to let you breathe. “Not here, love. Bedroom c’mon!” You're whisper-shouting, as he picks you up off the counter and carries your bridal style to your small, shared bedroom. The bed is messy and fluffy with blankets as you try and beat the November weather that was attacking Tulsa. The television is on and plays a random show that Darry had liked, but you didn't understand it half of the time.

You crawl onto the bed and pull on the waistband of his pants and he falls on the bed on top of you, not crushing you with his thighs taking his fall. You're wrapped up in the kiss you've been waiting for, deep and full of delicious passion. His lips slide from your mouth to suck against your neck, kissing and biting gently. His name is a prayer as it falls from your lips as you slide against him, his hand tickling against your waistband.

You pull his shirt off and throw it on the floor, staring at his delicious muscles and abs that stretch and pull in every time you touch his warm skin. “Missed you so much.” Darry gasps when you pull him up and push against the wall.

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When you wake up the next morning, your legs are sore and your back achy. The bed is cold and alone with Darry's side is put together and cleaned up. Your side however isn't as you get up from bed. You're in a big t-shirt of Darry's with a pair of underwear. You grab a pair of shorts and put them on. You stretch out your body and crack your hands. You fix up the bed and straighten out the sheets and fix up your hair. You put your slippers and rub your eyes. When you look at the mirror, you see all of the purplish and dusty pink bruises that litter your neck and down to your collarbone.

You grab a big hoodie and pull it on and it covers most of them up, but it would be impossible to cover all of them. You open the door to leave and you hear the boys that are somehow rowdy at eight-thirty in the morning. Two-Bit and Steve are ones that you can pick out, teasing Darry and Ponyboy about something you couldn't hear. You walk into the kitchen and you feel people's eyes on you. “Well! Well, how-dy here!” Two-Bit teases and taps against the maroon bruise that's underneath your jaw. “What’s that lil ol’ thing, Y/N!?”

You cover your neck and start to get embarrassed. Darry immediately pulls into protective mode and pulls you into his arms. You smile at him and he kisses the top of your head. You're forced to follow him around to stay in his arms. “Did you fight something last night? What's all over you—oh ew Darry!” Ponyboy says before covering his eyes and gagging. You laugh at him and serve him a plate of food. “Oh hush you too!” Darry shouts when Two-Bit and Pony start to giggle and conspiring about what happened last night.

You kiss Darry and he deepens it softly. “I’m off work today. Charles was being nice by not scheduling me.” You tell Darry and he smiles at you, letting his hands naturally wrap around your waist. You lay against his chest as you both fall into a natural sway. One thing about Darry is he didn't have two of the same feet, he was an amazing dancer and naturally would always be moving gracefully somehow.

You're both lying like that until Ponyboy says he's ready for school. You smile at Darry and hand him the truck keys, giving him a long kiss and twirling the curls around his neck on your finger as he walks out the door. You're smiling at the door when you hear the sound of the refrigerator opening, clicking of glasses, and two pops. “Really Two-Bit!? Beer at nine in the morning?”

“Hey young-lady! We both had fun, you got it earlier than I did. Now, let me enjoy this!”

[miryum]

The Funnies (Darry x Reader)

A very very very short blurb of a Darry x Reader. So sorry it’s so short!!!!

Darry sat down heavily in his chair. Grabbing the newspaper Soda brought home, Darry shifted through it before grabbing the funnies, setting them aside, returning to the front, and starting to read. Pony looked at him oddly. Darry glanced up and deadpanned, “what?”

“Why did you just do that with the comics?” Pony asked.

“Y/n likes to read them.” Darry said simply. Speaking of the devil, Darry’s girlfriend, Y/n, walked in the door. “Hey, darling,” Darry said.

“Hey Superman.” Y/n walked over and hugged him tightly. 

Darry kissed her softly before holding up the funnies. “Look what Soda got you.”

“He did?!” Y/n’s Dave lit up and grabbed the pages of comics. “Thanks Soda!”

“Huh?” Soda looked up from the table, mouth full of food. After no reply, he went back to eating.

“Come here,” Darry gestured to his lap, opening his arms up. Y/n curled up on his lap, snuggling into him. She opened the funnies and started reading. 

Darry, who was supposed to be reading his paper, only had eyes for his girl, who kept laughing or giggling at certain comic strips then pointing to them and showing Darry. Darry would nod, reading the comic, before pressing a kiss to her hair. 

His paper wouldn’t get read, but his love for Y/n would only grow.

[cranberrv]

so high school

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you run into your high-school sweetheart, darrel curtis.

( a/n : this isn’t my best work but not every piece has to be my fave! hope u cuties enjoy nonetheless, sorry i have no idea how to write darry )

his brown eyes met yours from across the classroom for the first time since grade 12.

your heart sank. you thought darry would’ve left by now, started his career as a successful football player or something even better, but he was standing in your classroom, still in tulsa.

your entire teenage years flash before your eyes — running on the field to kiss the quarterback, playing kiss marry kill, driving to parties, meeting his family. he looked the same.

darry’s eyes widen as he sees you. he elbows ponyboy. “you did not tell me that y/n l/n was your geography teacher.” he whispers.

“you’d of freaked if i had told you, man,” ponyboy whispers back.

tonight was parent-teacher interviews. one of your best students was ponyboy curtis, little brother of your high-school sweetheart. they were greasers, and you were a soc, but that never stopped you from going over to their house everyday, back when you were bittersweet 16.

“darry curtis,” you say softly, smiling gently. “long time no see.”

he avoids your gaze, his cheeks glowing pink. “yeah, nice to see you, y/n.”

“feel free to take a seat,” you offer, and they sit in front of your desk.

you begin talking about ponyboy — his incredible grades, your insistence on him participating more, assuring darry that ponyboy has a high chance of getting into a good post-secondary school.

you look at darry again. you have to address the elephant in the room — it would be weird not to. “this is weird, isn’t it?” you ask, voice soft. “i mean, we met in this school, and now i’m teaching your younger brother.”

“yeah, i guess so,” he agrees. “i honestly thought you would’ve left this dump by now, you always talked about wanting to move to new york city or toronto or somethin’.”

“yeah, plans changed.” you shrug. “i thought you would’ve moved by now, too.”

“plans changed,” he repeats, quoting you. you smile at him.

“what have you been up to since high school?” you ask him. “still play football?”

“i roof houses.” he answers. “but yeah, sometimes i fool around with football. not as much, though.”

“you were good,” you compliment.

“thanks,” he answers. he is never this awkward, what is happening? “you still into reading and history and stuff?”

“yeah,” you answer. “i mean, ponyboy can tell you, i never shut up about it when i’m teaching. always got a new book to talk about.”

and there we go. the conversation is back to ponyboy. “oh, that’s nice. pony only talks good about you. just never pieced together that it was you.”

“yeah, well, guess you thought i would’ve been gone by now.”

“guess so,” he agrees. “glad you’re not.”

you smile at him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the following weeks, you’d notice ponyboy talking to you a bit more whenever he could in class, talking to you about darry. and when you walked into the DX, sodapop asked if you were “darry’s chick,” and you had no idea how to respond.

flowers started blooming at the local park in your neighbourhood, so you decided to take a walk and pick some to decorate your classroom and decorate them for spring.

everything reminded you of him — you walked past a small punch of pink tulips. he got you tulips for your grade 11 semi-formal. he got them for a discount at the gas station, it was all he could afford. they were beautiful.

while you were walking, you spotted a gang of greasers. darry was with them, he was the tallest and stuck out like a sore thumb among the pink and yellow flowers and blossoming trees.

sodapop and ponyboy spotted you instantly, catching your eye and then telling the rest of the gang that you were here. they all excitedly started pressuring darry to go talk to you. you overheard the giggles and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

darry walked up to you after a few moments of resistance. you looked stunning — your hair gently waving in the warm breeze, a handful of wildflowers in your grasp. and you were smiling at him!

“hi darry,” you greet. he starts walking beside you, leaving his friends behind.

“hey, y/n,” he says. his voice is deeper than it was when you knew him. “it was real nice seein’ you at ponyboy’s parent-teacher thing.”

you agree, and then he speaks again. “i just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

“what about?” you ask with a tilt of your head.

“okay, so i know we dated back in high school and stuff,” he starts. “it was real fun. we had some good times.”

“yeah, we did.” you agree.

“do you want to try again?” he asks you. his muscular body and his intimidating looks would be nothing if you heard how he was speaking now. it felt wholesome, shy, like how he asked you out in high school.

you take a second to think. you remember how you felt when he took another girl to prom 3 weeks after you broke up, you remember how that hurt you and how you wanted to kill him. but you remember watching shows with him on saturday nights, you remember kissing in the backseat, you remember his mom, mrs. curtis, kissing you on the cheek the first time you met her. you remember cheering when he got a touchdown, you remember him kissing tears off your face when he got hurt in a rumble. you remember the good and the bad. and when you look back up at him, you feel so high school.

“yeah,” you say softly. “i would love that, darry.”

[double-hoe-seven]

Happy Endings

Kinktober Day 4: Massage

Summary: You invite Darry over under slightly false pretenses, but things end the way they always do when he visits. Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Word Count: 1,335 Warnings: Smut, some swearing

A/N: Sorry I’ve been slipping over here y’all. It’ll be a minute to get back into the groove of things, but I swear I’m trying.

"Hey Steve, is Darry there?" You asked with a hum when someone finally picked up the phone. "Why do you wanna speak to him? I'm right here, baby." He joked. You could hear them fighting for control of the handset. "Gimme that." You heard Darry grumble before you heard the phone briefly fall, followed by a soft thud and Steve's incoherent grumbling. "Hey, baby. How was work?" Darry finally greeted. "It was good. How was yours?" You asked with a hum, fidgeting with the cord some. "Same old, same old." He answered nonchalantly. "Well, my roommate's gonna be gone for a few days visiting her parents. I was thinkin' maybe you'd like to come over." You suggested. You heard him briefly drop the phone, fighting back a quiet laugh at the sound of him scrambling to pick it up again. "Y-yeah, I'd love that! Anything I need to bring?" He asked. "Nope, I've got it all here." You chirp. "Be there soon, babe." He said quickly before you both hung up. You could only imagine the teasing he'd received from his friends while you cleaned your place up some.

Sixteen minutes later, he's knocking on the front door, immediately pulling you into a kiss the second you open it. Your arms fly around his neck as you carefully pull him into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "How's your back?" You ask, gently pecking his lips between your words. "Same as always, darlin'." He hums, gradually trailing kisses down to your neck. "You work too hard, you know?" You mumble as you lead him back to your room. "You sound like my brothers." He grumbles as you more or less push him to take a seat on the bed. "You know, if a bunch of people say something, maybe it's true." You hum as you take his shirt off. He lets out a huff and lays down on his stomach. Carefully, you straddle the backs of his legs to massage his back. "You lured me here under false pretenses." He huffs half-jokingly. "I never asked you to come over for sex." You remind him with a small smile as you work on the knots in his shoulders. "Besides, what have we all told you about carrying too much roofing up at once?" You chide. "I don't-fuck!" He objects, groaning when you put more pressure on his right shoulder. "You don't what?" You ask with a hum, lightening up when you feel the knot dissipate. He mockingly repeated after you, hissing as you started on another big knot.

"Why do I fall for this every single time?" He mutters. "Because you love me, because your subconscience knows you need it, and because you know you need it too." You answer for him. After almost 45 minutes of getting various knots out of his muscles and making him relax, he carefully rolls onto his back without throwing you off. "Feeling better?" You ask softly, moving that stubborn tuft of hair out of his face. "Almost." He hums with a small smirk. Leaning down, you cup his cheek and give him a soft kiss. "I don't need you working yourself to death before we get married." You mutter against his lips. "I'll be more carefully, baby." He swore as his hand slipped underneath your shirt. He gave you a look when he finally pulled the fabric off and tossed it aside. "No bra?" He asks with a perky smile. "You're predictable." You tease, unbuttoning his jeans. "You ain't complaining, are you?" He asks with a smirk. "Hmm... not yet."

Carefully, he maneuvers you both so he's on top, using his forearm to keep his weight off of you while using the other to push down his jeans. He easily pushed down your shorts, kissing you again as he ran his thumb through your petals before slowly circling your clit with his digit. He softly nipped your bottom lip before peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking softly a few times to leave the faintest lovebites. His fingers slowly teased your entrance while he focused on the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. He waited until you were emitting soft whines beneath him before pulling his hand back and smirking at your arousal glistening on his fingers. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the condoms you kept there for when he stayed the night. His boxers were quickly kicked off to the side with the rest of the clothes before he ripped the package open and put it on. He looked to you for permission after situation himself at your entrance, and when you gave the nod, he slowly thrust his hips forward. He leaned down to capture your lips in a more impassioned kiss, cupping your cheek as he starts a slow push and pull of his hips. He wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss more as he fell into a rhythm.

Darry kept his thrusts at a slower, more tender pace. His lips seldom wandered from yours, only going to the lovebite he was leaving on your neck before returning to your lips to muffle the sound of your moans when you started getting louder to keep from disturbing the neighbors. "I love you so much, doll." He mumbled lazily against the skin. "I love you too, Darry." You muttered back before pulling him into another kiss. His hand again fell between your bodies to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles over it before speeding up, occasionally pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into his shoulders when you felt your release rapidly approaching. A small whine of his name had him speeding up his hips to meet you on the edge of orgasmic bliss. When he felt your walls tensing and tightening around him, he fell over that edge with a groan and a swear, taking you with him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate attempt to stop each other from disturbing the entire south side of town.

His forehead rested against yours as you both caught your breath on your way back to earth. The feeling of him slowly pulling out sent a shiver up your spine. He tied and discarded the used rubber before getting back into bed beside you, drawing you flush against his chest and kissing your forehead. After stretching out, you happily snuggled up to his chest, draping your arm around his waist. "You know, I'm still kinda waiting for you to realize you can do better than a greaser like me." He admits after a few minutes of silence. "I don't think there's anyone better than you, Darry." "You could've chosen any of your brother's other friends, and you picked me." He says with a small frown. "I picked the sweetest, the smartest, the strongest, and most importantly, the nicest. I'd pick you every time, Darrel." You swear. "Whether or not you realize it, Darry, you're a phenomenal guy and an even better catch. I love you for you. You're my happy ending." He lets it sink in for a moment, a small smile on his face before he snickers quietly. "What's so funny?" You ask. "I'm pretty sure you're the happy ending, darlin'." He teases, laughing more. You groan at the terrible pun and roll onto your other side while he's still chuckling to himself, "c'mon, that's funny baby." "I'll give it a 2/10." You deadpan. "Aw c'mon, darlin', you know that's funny." He teases, spooning you from behind. "I don't wanna hear another dad joke outta you until we have kids." You retort with a small smirk, knowing that usually stops him. "We can easily make that happen, you know." He counters in a lowered voice, making your face heat up. Your mouth falling open some in surprise. He leans over you to kiss your temple softly, reaching over and turning the beside light off. "Goodnight babe."

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[karatehusbandos]

You're my everything

Pairing: Darry Curtis x Fem!reader.

Summary : Darry finds y/n crying after someone told her that she was way out of his league.

Requested by : @crazyf0rswayze (hope you enjoy reading this!)

Extra info : Highschool AU

Warnings: A little bit of swearing

Darry was exhausted after a long football game with Paul on the field. It was the end of the school day and he was about to leave. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his hair slightly damp. His face was red, and yet he still looked handsome as ever. 

Darry felt like he was about to collapse from the overload of tiredness. His face was overheating and he felt like a quick splash of cold water would do the trick. He strided over to the men's restroom and turned on the tap. He cupped his hands under the small stream of water and splashed it onto his face. Suddenly, he felt more aware. The ringing in his ear that he didn't know was there was now gone.

Because of this slap of reality, he felt like he could focus a lot more now. The more he focused, the louder small sniffles and quiet sobbing could be heard from outside of the restroom. It sounded like it belonged to a familiar someone. 

Darry quickly dried off his face and went over to where he could hear the crying. Outside the men's restroom was the cafeteria— that's where he could hear it.

He entered the cafeteria and that's when he saw y/n. His beloved y/n.

Sitting at the end of the cafeteria with her face buried into her arms that were resting on the table.

He quickly ran over to her.

"Y/n! What are you still doing here? What's wrong?"

Y/n quickly looked up to see her superman boyfriend. He was standing in front of her with his left hand on her shoulder. She quickly wiped away her tears and sat up.

"Nothing honey. What are you doing here after school?"

He slowly crouched down next to her, his hand still on her shoulder. "I think we should be talking about you sweetheart, not me."

She took a deep breath, looking anywhere but him. Darry took his right hand and placed it under her chin, and gently moved it so she would look at him. 

"Listen to me baby," He whispered soothingly. "What happened?"

Y/n exhaled, and wiped away her tears again. "You know Maddison? Maddison Miller."

Darry already didn’t like where this was going. Maddison was known for being a bitch towards certain people (including y/n), but despite that—she was still popular and loved by lots.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She.. she told me…"

"What did she say?"

"She said that I was way out of your league and that you don't deserve me. She said that you were way too handsome and hot to be dating someone as ugly as me."

She broke into tears again. Darry sat down next to her and let her hide her face in his chest. He softly ran his hand up and down her hair, it was his way of comforting her and telling her that everything was going to be okay.

He quickly cupped her face and made her look at him. "Don't bother what that bitch says, okay? You are so beautiful, absolutely stunning. I never believed in 'love at first sight' until I met you. You're my everything, really."

"Oh shut up." Y/n quietly chuckled, still with a hint of sadness in her voice. 

"It's true okay? You shouldn't listen to what she says because I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He placed a soft kiss on her head. Moments later, they both leaned into each other for a long and passionate kiss. When they pulled away, they both smiled at each other lovingly. 

Darry knew that he had made y/n happy.

And y/n knew that she was Darry's everything.

[darrysfav]

HCS of Darry Curtis dating a greaser because i love the idea of him dating one

WARNINGS : mentions of addiction - drinking and smoking, and mentions of hurting people but it’s kinda there

• They met in high school because they had to do a project together.

• Darry knew she was rude but didn’t care one bit and she appreciated that.

• She definitely gave him her number because she thought he was cute and actually treated her right.

• Darry introduced her to his parents before they passed and they were really happy about it.

• After they passed though, she did everything to help Darry, Pony, and Soda.

• She LOVES pony and soda.

• She actually has a soft spot for those three.

• I am so convinced though that she has scolded Ponyboy so many times because of how he treats Darry.

• Also for smoking so much but he brings up the fact that she smokes 2x worse than he does so she doesn’t argue as much.

• But Soda had made it his life’s mission to make her love him and she does.

• She barely gets on his ass for doing anything and Pony HATES IT.

• He has definitely told Darry about it but he scolded him about it so.

• They both call her ma’ 🫶🏼.

Ok now time for the gang.

• I have an hc that the gang doesn’t know about her at ALL.

• and it’s not because Darry is afraid to show her off to them, it’s mostly because he’s scared that it’s going to scare them off.

• also because he knows that she knows Dally in some way.

• I like to believe that Dally met her through the Shepherds and tried to flirt with her but she threatened to kill him if he didn’t quit.

• and honestly he didn’t until she actually almost attacked him.

• he became scared of her fully whenever he found out what she had done to a group of socs that tried to jump her so.

• And the rest of the gang had saw what had happened to those socs so they stood FAR AWAY.

• They found out that her and Darry were dating whenever they were both auguring about taxes ( they both just wanted them done honestly and they just walked in ) .

• Johnny wasn’t as shocked because he kinda figured Darry had an gf but didn’t say anything.

• But Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally OH MY LORD.

• Two was hysterical about it because he couldn’t believe that Darry had an girl but stopped completely after they both stared him down.

• Steve was in honest shock because he couldn’t believe that Darry was dating an greaser but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

• Dally was in disbelief when he saw them both and was slightly terrified because he thought she probably had told Darry about him.

• But after all that they warmed up to her

• She basically became the person of advice when it came to fighting.

• and she grew an soft spot all of them especially Johnny :(.

• Also had tried to stop Two from drinking so much but always found herself drinking with him.

• Darry had even fell more in love with her after seeing how she treated the gang.

Now time for the sad parts

• after pony had ran away she got in a fight with Darry because he hit but she also assured him that he was coming home.

• When Johnny had gotten hurt she had visited him so many times just to talk to him.

• and sometimes had saw Dally and basically just sat there in silence with him just to let him know that she would be there with him.

• When Dally and Johnny died she had felt like shit.

• She was so upset that she started to smoke and drink herself away basically.

• But had stopped after Darry cried to her that he couldn’t her too.

[daryldixonsdoormat]

idk if ur still writing Outsider fics but if you do, i would DIE, i mean die begging on my knees for HCs of ur favs (Two, Darry + Steve and soda if your willing) of the reader flashing them during an argument idk why its so funny but man i think its hilarious and the boys’ reaction would be so funny

OMFG YESSSSS, I LOVE THIS. I'm doing the 'adults'. Which would be Darry, Twobit, Sodapop, and Steve. also mini stroy for each and headcannons because ive been so absent.

Warnings: implied sexual themes, steamy situations (nothing crazy)

Darry ( the actual love of my life).

~ “You dont ever think” he cuts in with a tired sigh, attempting to not raise his voice. “Darry, you gotta be fucking kidding me, I think more than anybody in this house there is no way your saying that to me”. “I am and I mean it, you need to be more careful and stop worrying–” you interrupt him quickly stepping closer to him and sticking as finger up. “Darrel Curtis don’t you raise your voice at me like im one of your siblings”. Darry groans loudly throwing his hands up obviously not letting this silly argument go easily. “I just wish you would—” you lift your shirt up flashing Darry silencing him immediately. Darry walks over to you his calloused hands sitting on your waist, “Darling this conversation isn’t over even when you try and distract me” he looks at you smugly with his eyebrows raised. You reply with the same smugness bringing a hand to the back of his neck to pull him inevitability closer, “worth a shot though”.

~ definitely doesn't let arguments go easily , but he definitely loves that mini distraction and some stress relief (ifykyk).

Steve Randle (Goofy ass mf)

“Steve I don’t know why this is a big deal to you honey” you say in a calm and settle voice trying to calm him down. To your dismay he is still not happy about the situation at all, “No you can’t just throw stuff out like that, what if I still wanted it? Then what?”. You rub your hands down your face unamused by his ridiculous behavior, “Steve that shit has been sitting out for days now, I would’nt of let you eat it anyways”. Steve starts pacing back and forth in the kitchen thinking of something to say to “win”, then a new idea comes to mind which will end this banter once and for all. “Are you still mad Steve?”, he turns around abruptly “of course im still mad—”. Your shirt is lifted up giving Steve a good view for a few more seconds before you drop the fabric down, “how about now?”. Steves lips are parted still looking in the same direction where your breasts were once on full display, he glances up, “what you say baby?”. “Come here Steve”, Steve walks over his hands grabbing your face about to kiss your lips, “I’ll make you more ok?”. Steve pecks your lips a few times before replying, “Ok baby”.

~ he will probably purposely start arguments so you can flash him more often, obviously you'll catch on and ignore his attempts.

Dallas Winston (mama im in love with a criminal)

Dally pulled you into his room at Buck’s obviously pissed over a encounter downstairs. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me over, I could’ve easily handled that fucker” he says holding onto your wrist you guys nearly face to face. You pull back from him forcing him to release the grip he had on you, “He was just having  a conversation with me Dallas. Whats your problem?”. Dally runs his fingers through his hair while backing up instinctively, “ That motherfucker was practically undressing you with his eyes. Let me see him even glance at you again I swear y/n”. Dally turns around and slams his hands on his dresser with his head down. Your fed up, Dally is fed up why not end this right now, you walk up behind him and tap his shoulder. “What?” he says still not looking at you, quickly you throw off your shirt as well as your bra, “Dally can you look at me baby?”. Dally sighs but complies none-the-less, a smirk graces his face beautifully as his hands make contact with your chest. “Trying to cheer me up doll?” you kiss him deeply making Dally stumble back a little. “Im always yours Dally not some random guy”.

~ poor thing is always so jealous and protective over his girl.

Sodapop Curtis ( I want to be that towel)

You canceled plans on Soda, work asked you to stay late, the more hours the better especially because some of that money is going toward Sodas family. You walk into the empty Curtis house where only the shower is running, Sodas clothes are laid on the couch. You sigh and drop your bag down, taking off your shoes and getting into comfier clothes. The water stops running, you walk over to the door and knock on it softly, “Soda? Can I talk to you honey?”. The bathroom door opens showcasing Soda with just a towel wrapped around his waist, “Sure hopefully you wont cancel our conversation next”. He walks past you and into his room rifling through his drawers for socks and a pair of boxers, you tread behind him leaning on the door frame. “I took the extra hours so I could help you and your family” Soda groans because he knows he shouldnt be upset over it. “I know but I can still be disappointed, we havent been able to be alone for weeks now”. You smile lifting your shirt over your head about to ask him to turn around, “Come on Soda can you at least look at me?” you say walking up closer to him. Soda turns around sighing, his eyes widens and he stutters over his words a little at the surprise, “Baby, you look..gorgeous”. Soda hold you by the sides and smiles, “Wanna spend some alone time with me y/n?”.

~Sodapop definitely values quality time

[johnnycadesmuse]

THE GANG + ROCKSTAR GF HC'S

warnings: drinking, fighting, mentions of sexual acts

.・。.・.・☆・゜・。.

PONYBOY CURTIS:

honestly when you two began to date the gang was quite surprised

because of the way pony is they assumed that you two were pulling their leg but when they found out you were dead serious they were actually really happy for him

soda would love you from the get go as he thought that you were really cool but darry took time to warm up to you as the way you dressed and you being a rockstar set him on edge a bit

ponyboy would always sit in your dressing room backstage with you, sometimes even do your hair like his mum taught him to help you get ready faster

he would always make sure to get front row whenever you were performing and whenever you would go up to the crowd you'd always kiss his cheek making him blush

JOHNNY CADE

the gang were surprised that johnny got a girl like you as you were more confident than him and very feisty

johnny would love watching you strum your guitar as he laid on your bed in your room, closing his eyes and listening to you strum the strings and sometimes even sing a little. it set him at ease

he would brag to the guys around town about you, especially after you had just performed at a town event as almost everyone knew who you were and saw you performing

whenever guys would come up to you and ask you to sign autographs, he would always make sure to have his hands on your hips whilst standing behind you so that the guys didn't try anything. sometimes hed even whisper something in your ear that would make you giggle, maybe even make you mess up your signature a bit

he'd go to every. single. one of your concerts and would sometimes even shout "that's my girlfriend!" out of happiness and excitement. needless to say, he's super proud that your his

DALLAS WINSTON

dally first saw you when him and buck as well as a few guys from the shepard gang went to one of your concerts

the first time he saw you come on stage he was immediately entranced by you. he wouldn't even focus on the lead singer or any other person for that matter, just you and only you. at some point you even gave him a little wink which made him smirk, and even though he wouldn't admit it, it made him blush a little

he would always ask you to perform at bucks whenever there was a party there. he would always beg you and get all whiney and say "please doll? you know everyone likes to hear you play. especially me"

whenever guys would come up and flirt with you after your performance he would always get jealous. he would stride over and put his arm around your waist telling the guys to "back off" and would sometimes even drag you away from them. if a guy ever got too handsy, some blood would be.. shed and dally's knuckles would be almost broken

after almost every performance, he'd take you back to bucks and show you a good time. he'd always go down on you before pounding into you whilst praising you and afterward he would talk about how much he loved your performance

SODAPOP CURTIS

like pony, the gang was once again surprised at you and soda dating. since you and soda were practically total opposites, at least in terms of appearance, they were confused as to how you two came to be

you would have soda absolutely whipped. he would adore listening to you sing and play, maybe even ask you to write a song or two for him

whenever you would visit him at work or when you saw each other in public he'd say "there's my rockstar!" and give you a passionate kiss on the lips in pride, sometimes even a few cheek kisses too to really show off that you were his

he would always ask if he could try out your guitar which you ofc said yes to. there were a few incidences where he almost.. broke the string. but you weren't mad and got a good laugh out of it

he also would ask you to teach him some of your songs. sometimes even after a performance you two would be sitting in your dressing room and he'd ask you if you could teach him one of the songs you played during your set. "but we just played that?" you would laugh and he would reply "I know but I love seeing you play, you look so beautiful when you do"

DARREL CURTIS

now I know I said before that it was a surprise when dating some of the other boys, but this was definitely the biggest surprise of them all

with darry being way too uptight and you being very loose and chill, they assumed that maybe you two just happened to be work colleagues or something when you first came over. that was until one of the guys recognised you from one of your performances and everyone was shocked

if your instrument ever broke you would always ask him to fix it. you would always love to watch him do it too as whenever he was using his fingers to tie a string or use his muscles to fix a tuner in your guitar, you would get turned on

darry would always mention you in passing to his work friends as if it were no big deal, even though to him, it was a big deal as he adores you

sometimes when you two were in his room and you were writing a song, singing it out loud whilst trying to figure out the chords, if you got stuck he would sometimes casually give you a line that would actually work in the song and you'd smile thanking him

TWOBIT (KEITH) MATTHEWS

two bit first met you at a bar when you were about to go up on stage. he was sort of tipsy and was flirting with you merely because he saw you from across the room and thought you were attractive, he had no idea that you were performing

once he saw you up on that stage though, he was the most upbeat and excited person in that crowd. if you did a cover he would even sing along while bopping his head before taking a few sips of beer

afterward he would come up to you and say, "that was great... you mind if I buy you a drink?" which made you smile and you gladly accepted his offer. afterward he would walk you home and ask for your number at the end of the night

you would end up writing a song about him and when you sang it to him for the first time he acted kind of nonchalant about it but inside he was super giddy

when you were performing he would always buy you drinks too and afterward you would dance a little to the other performers, grinding up against you slightly to show the guys around you two that you were his

STEVE RANDLE

you two actually ended up meeting at his work (the DX) as you were getting your black thunderbird fixed. when he saw you and your car pull up he thought you were the most badass girl he'd ever seen

you two flirted a bit back and forth until you finally told him that you'd be performing that night and you offered for him to come which he gladly accepted

when he saw you on stage he was so excited that he had possibly scored you as you were one of the coolest chicks he had ever seen before. not just because of your car but also for the fact that you were a badass rockstar

he would always brag to his coworkers about you, mentioning how you were going to be performing that night and possibly even swing by beforehand. if you did he'd proudly introduce you with a big grin on his face and an arm around your waist

he'd also always play with the stuff on the stage after your guys set was over and everybody had gone. sometimes when you were getting changed you'd even hear a crash and you'd rush out only to find him on the ground with a bunch of instruments scattered around him

[chillyfrys]

~Chilly’s Master list~

❤️‍🔥= some more spicy content ~

🥀= angst

💋=Male reader

‼️=coming soon

Darry Curtis x Reader

Dim Lighted nights

Not So Spooky Cuddles

Late Night Falling

Sodapop Curtis x Reader

Sayin somethin’ stupid like “I love you” 💋

Ponyboy Curtis x Reader

Not That I’m Tired..

Johnny Cade x Reader

Snow day Rendezvous 💋❤️‍🔥

Please hold me.. 💋

Steve Randle x Reader

I wish 💋 🥀

Please hold me.. (Steve’s version) 💋‼️

[panickingpansexuality]

Do It Then

Darry Curtis x GN! Reader

Darry had come home late, he was tired and looked incredibly grumpy and much to his dismay there were far too many other people at the house that certainly didn't need to be there, you being one of them.

Dinner was being served, Pony, Johnny, Soda, and you were in the house, eating dinner, Dally and Two-Bit were on the floor watching television, and Steve was on the porch drinking. Darry came in and headed straight to the bathroom, not saying a word to anyone.

"Darry wait." You say stopping him, you lick your thumb and wipe off some of the dirt from his cheek before kissing the now clean spot.

He was still a little annoyed but what you did certainly helped, he held your hand up to his lips and kissed it.

When he came out of the shower, you put his plate fresh from the microwave onto the table re heated, Johnny and Pony were helping you clean up while Soda went in next for the shower.

Darry hugged you from behind and placed a kiss on your head before going to eat, you knew he was just tired but it didn't stop you from worrying.

"(y/n)?" Johnny timidly asks.

"Yes Johnny?" You reply gently.

"When are you and Darry gonna get married?"

Darry spat out his water and Pony looked over at him and started laughing, both of your faces were bright red. Which caused everyone else that was inside to laugh.

"We..." (Y/n) said trying to find their words. "Well technically that's up to him, traditionally he has to pop the question."

"Why does it gotta be me?" Darry asked with an annoyed tone. Dally gave him a shocked look before looking down at his very interesting almost empty plate.

"I can do it." You tell him crossing your arms, "I'd be more than hsppy to."

"Do it then." Darry challenges, not believing you're actually gonna do it.

"Want me to wait for Sodapop to get out of the shower?" You ask with a smirk.

"No, no, go right ahead."

Pony rushed to the bathroom door and yells to Soda.

"Get out here! (Y/n)s gonna propose!"

Two-Bit runs outside and grabs Steve pulling him in the house while telling him what he's missed.

The shower cuts off immediately and Soda comes out with a shower wrapped around his waist, Johnny and you laugh.

You search your jean pockets and sigh, nothing. You go over to your backpack laying on the couch and pull and smile before pulling out a small black pouch.

Darrys face drops he didn't actually think you had anything let alone carried it with you. Two-Bit starts laughing covering his mouth, Steve's got his jaw to the floor and Dally's hiding a smile

"(y/n) wait." Darry said getting up.

"Nope not a chance." You say going towards him. "Now's actually a perfect time, most of the families here and you look absolutely perfect-"

"(Y/n)." Darry states, he grabs both of your hands and stares you down. "Let me get mine if we're doing this."

Your mouth is left agape as Darry runs upstairs, the boys are literally screaming at this development. Darry comes back down a few minutes later with a gold wedding band, you pull out of the bag a silver band.

"Holy shit." Johnny says.

"Do we both get on a knee then?" You ask laughing.

"I don't know." Darry says smiling.

"Here," you say getting down on a knee, "I'll go first."

Darry looks down at you and can't stop laughing, his entire face is red as a cherry.

"Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr."

"Not the full name." Soda groans out, the group laughs and you try to continue.

"I have loved you since Middle School, yes I know it's horribly embarrassing, and you are the most kind hearted, caring, loving, stubborn, brave, and the man of my dreams."

"Cheesy!" Two-Bit calls out. Steve elbows him in the side, making him yelp.

You laugh despite the tears filling your eyes;

"You introduced me to the best family I've ever gotten to know and I love you, your brothers, the entire gang with my entire soul and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, through every bit of bullshit, and every fight, and every incredibly perfect moment."

Darry laughs, taking one hand away to wipe a tear away from his face.

"So," you ask. "Will you marry me?"

"Say no." Two-Bit whispers, another jab from Steve despite Two-Bits chuckles.

"Yes." Darry says blushing, the entire gang cheers and Darry picks you up to kiss him, you give him the ring and he slips in on.

"Hey!" Soda yells, "I don't remember being asked for permission!"

You and Darry part still smiling.

"I asked y'all last week if you were cool with it." You say laughing.

"You asked if we were cool with the idea." Soda says.

"Same thing!" You counter.

"Hold on!" Two-Bit says we gotta check out the ring.

The entire gang gets up and moved you aside so they can inspect the ring, if Darry wasn't laughing he'd probably push them out of the way to get back to you.

Dally holds out the hand and everyone inspects it.

"Where'd you buy this from?" Steve asks.

"I had a friend show me out to make them."

"Bullshit you didn't make this!" Dally says.

"That's how I got this fucking burn scar!" You say pointing to your right hand.

Dally goes over to inspect the scar thinking that it will plainly tell him if you're lying or not.

"Yeah That's real." He says letting go of your hand.

"Ok, ok." Darry says moving out of the crowd and going back over to you.

"I thought you said this happened at work." He picks up your hand and inspects it.

"I lied." You say shrugging. "I promise I won't lie to you again, I just didn't know how to get past it."

Darry presses several kisses to the now scared area of your hand, and then kneels down taking both of your hands. You laugh as he pulls out his ring for you.

"(y/f/n)-"

"Yes." You say automatically.

Darry laughs and opens his mouth to continue.

"Yes." You say again.

"Will you let me finish?" He asks laughing.

You laugh and finally let him finish.

"I fell in love with you in Highschool, I remember the exact day I noticed it, you were at one of our games and we had won, everyone was in the field and you ran right into me and apologized before fixing my helmet."

"Oh God not that one." You groan out.

"Your face grew red just from talking to me, and I thought to myself; "How long have I thought they were that cute." And after our first date that weekend, I didn't want to envision a future without you in it."

You started to cry and laugh at the same time.

"I wanna marry you, I want to grow old with you, I want you, every bit of you, for the rest of our lives, because I love you and everyday you show me that I love you a little more than the day before."

"So, (y/n)."

"Say no!" Pony and Soda yell, "He didn't ask anyone for permission like you did!"

"Will you marry me?" Darry asks.

"Say no!" Dally yells.

"Yes!" You say.

Darry smiles and you tackle him to the ground, leaving kisses on every possible surface of his skin you can kiss.

You can hear the boys either catcalling or booing.

"You can do better (y/n)!"

Darry flips them the bird ashe pulls you in for a kiss, then he takes the ring and slips it on you. When you two part and get up, the boys gather around you to see the ring.

"I would've said no." Two-Bit says, "Yours was much better and your ring was hand made, this ain't nothing compared to yours."

"Oh absolutely!" Soda says, "I can't believe he didn't even ask us if we were ok with him marrying you. Very disrespectful young man, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Darry pulls him back and Soda runs off laughing, Darry chasing after him, before tackling him nesr the door.

Dally pulls you into a hug which at first shocks you but then he says:

"If he doesn't treat you right we'll fix him for you."

When he lets you go, Pony holds you next.

"You alright Pony?" You ask.

"Better than alright." He says, "Thought Johnny and I would have to hide the ring for you to find."

"You two planned this did you?" You ask laughing.

He nods and you grab Johnny and pull him into a hug with you and Pony which he eagerly accepts.

After giving and receiving hugs and congratulations from the gang, somehow you find yourself being pulled outside by Darry into the bed of his truck.

He kisses you under the stars in every place possible (without taking off your clothes), until you're both out of breath and even then he still wants more of you.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." Darry says and goes back to kissing you. "I love you (y/n)." He whispers against your lips, your hands, your cheeks until you're both giggling and starting to get a little cold.

Someone knocks on the trucks bed hard enough that you both jump apart and catch Two-Bit laughing as he runs away for the evening.

Darry helps you out, Dally and Steve aren't in the house, Johnny and Pony are on the couch talking.

"Johnny," you say coming in. "You wanna stay here tonight?"

"...If it's alright." He says.

"Of course it is." You say going to get the spare pillow and blankets.

"Do you want any jammies?"

Pony laughs and Johnny hides his red face in the couch.

"Love," Darry says kissing your shoulder. "They're teenagers, they don't say: "Jammies" anymore."

"PJs?" You ask but it somehow makes it worse.

Pony hands him some comfortable clothes for sleeping and you and Darry head upstairs to go to bed. You pull Darry close to you, his arms circling your waist, you can feel his smile as he pressed kisses into your hair.

"Thank you." You say into his chest.

"For what?' He asks, you look up at him and smile.

"For making my life a dream come true."

[emasstars]

just like magic - tell me about yourself and what you like to do, but this time, send in a character, and i’ll assume what kind of gift they’d get you.

i’m really into reading and writing, crochet and like artsy projects too, photography and movies, i figure skate, and i’m way into agricultural stuff!

just like magic

this is my pookie you guys so this is a special order. merry christmas eve, if you celebrate christmas, and happy holidays to all!

ponyboy makes you literally so many things. he’ll write multiple poems, and use it as wrapping paper, make you little origami horses, cows—you name it, he’ll make it.

johnny tries to get you some yarn. it’s a little thank you for everything you’ve done. maybe crochet him a little blanket. he needs it.

dally steals art supplies. he’ll steal pencils, sketchbooks, erasers, markers, literally anything. he may shit on you for it, but if you ever stop your art, he’ll punch a hole in the wall. figuratively. maybe.

sodapop, and call it cliché, but he gets you a music box. with a little figure skating scene in the centre.

darry buys anything you offhandedly mention once, but he deems you really need. he always spends the second half of the year saving up for gifts.

two-bit picks up a nice rock and wraps it. that’s your gift. throw it at whoever you want!

steve tries to take these little photos of things that remind him of you, and spent the whole year on the gift, only for all of the photos to be ruined in some way. oopsie!