#darrel curtis x y/n

[thewulf]

Sunflowers and Second Chances || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - Can you do a Darry x Winston sister reader? Maybe she's Dallas's twin or like a year younger and he's just super protective over her. I was thinking maybe the two of them show up for a bonfire at the park with some greasers and reader forgets her jacket. She's shivering by the fire and Darry (ever the gentleman) gives her his jacket.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Def went overboard but mannnn do i LOVE writing for The Outsiders. This will NEVERR be a dead fandom for as long as I am alive hahaha. please keep sending these my way! I'd love to try a Sodapop or even Ponyboy :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k +

TW: General The Outsiders

It wasn’t that cold when you and Dallas left your shared apartment for the evening. After nagging and bothering you for what felt like hours Dallas had finally won, he was getting you to go to the annual start of summer bonfire. A tried-and-true greaser tradition. It wasn’t really your scene, most of the time. But at the mention that Darrel Curtis was going to be there you’d changed your tune rather quickly. Dallas knew of your little crush on the eldest Curtis brother. Because of course he did. He wasn’t dumb. Quite the opposite really. He caught your longing glances for Darry pretty early on. Your cute crush only got slightly concerning for Dally when he started noticing Darry throwing the same looks your way.

Dallas might’ve used Darry as the excuse to get you out of the house. See, Dallas had never taken school seriously, but you always have. He was worried you were spending far too much of your limited time studying or doing homework instead of being an actual teenager.

As you and Dallas strolled through the dimly lit streets toward the outskirts of town where the bonfire was blazing, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that ripped through your body. Dallas, your favorite charismatic troublemaker, seemed to sense your nerves and threw an arm around your shoulder, giving you a rough but reassuring squeeze.

"So, kid sister, what's got you all wound up tonight, huh?" Dallas smirked. His eyes gleaming mischievously in the faint glow of the streetlights.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just looking forward to hanging out with the guys, I guess. Haven’t seen them in a while is all."

Dallas shot you a knowing look, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "Uh-huh, the guys sure thing. Are you sure it’s not one guy? Don't think I haven't noticed those puppy-dog eyes you've been throwing at Darry lately." He had a habit of calling you out on your bullshit, even if it made you uncomfortable.

Your cheeks flushed at that comment. You stuttered in protest, but Dallas just laughed, his voice rumbling with amusement. "Relax, kid, ain't no crime in having a crush. But who knows, maybe tonight's the night you finally make a move." He winked knowing that was a load of crap. You’d never make a move on Darry, wouldn’t even dream of it. In his eyes you were Dallas’ baby sister. He could never see you like that.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that bubbled in your chest at the mere thought of it. Darrel Curtis was everything you found attractive in a man - strong, dependable, and with a heart of gold hidden beneath his tough exterior. The idea that he might feel even a fraction of what you felt for him sent your pulse racing. But you knew better, knew better than to get your hopes up.

The two of you approached the bonfire, the familiar sight of your friends greeted you. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the sound of laughter, with the occasional burst of music from someone's battered radio. It felt like home. You and Dallas had finally found it after years of moving and running.

Dallas led you through the throngs of people, his boisterous laughter mingling with the chatter of the others. Until you finally caught sight of Darry standing by himself next to the fire. His gaze was fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a few beats. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling acutely aware of every movement, every breath. Dallas nudged you playfully with his elbow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he gave you a not-so-subtle wink before sauntering off to join the other greasers.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you squared your shoulders and made your way over to where Darry stood, his eyes never leaving yours. And as you drew closer, the crackle of the fire seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears, “Hi.” You smiled up at him once you got within ear shot.

He smiled right back at you. His annoyed face melted away once you got close. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight. What a treat.” He smirked loving the little game the two of you shared when it was just the two of you. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he had developed a not so innocent crush on you. Dallas Winston’s little sister. Probably the worst girl to have a crush on. But how could he not? You stepped up and helped him in ways he could’ve never imagined after his parents passed. You pulled Pony and Soda along right with you instead of letting them drown in grief. You were an angel. His angel.

Despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn’t shake off the chill that seeped into your bones. You cursed yourself for forgetting your jacket, but with the comforting heat of the fire so close, you hadn't noticed the cold until now. Darry glanced down at you once you were standing next to him, sensing your discomfort. "Are ya’ cold, Y/N?"

You nodded, teeth chattering slightly. "Yeah, just a bit."

Without a word, Darry shrugged off the leather jacket he had on. "Here," he said, draping it over your shoulders. "You shouldn't be freezing out here." While it fit him it was about three sizes too large for you. Not that you minded.

You blinked in surprise as Darry's jacket enveloped you, radiating warmth and carrying his distinct scent. Grateful, you offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Darry."

He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N. Don't want you catching a cold."

As the night wore on, you huddled closer to the fire, Darry's jacket shielding you from the biting cold. Despite the flames eventually dying down and the group dispersing, the memory of Darry's protective gesture lingered, a comforting presence in the darkness of the night.

In the dim light, you caught Darry's eye and offered him a silent expression of gratitude. He returned it with a nod, silently promising to always look out for you. Feeling a warmth not just from the jacket but also from his concern, you find yourself drawn to him. "Thanks again, Darry. Dallas rushed me out of the apartment. You know I’m not usually so forgetful." you say softly, your voice carrying a hint of flirtation you can't quite suppress.

Darry's lips quirk up in a half-smile, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. "No problem, Y/N," he replies, his voice low and gravelly. "I’m sure it’s not easy being Dally’s sister."

You chuckle at his teasing tone, enjoying the banter that flowed so effortless between the two of you. "You could say that again. Guess I owe you one though," you say playfully, nudging him with your elbow.

Darry's smile widens, and he leans in a little closer, the warmth of his presence sending a shiver down your spine for an entirely different reason. "Oh, I'll be sure to collect on that debt," he murmurs, his gaze intense yet tender.

Your heart nearly stops at his words, and you find yourself blushing despite the chill in the air. Maybe forgetting your jacket wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Just as you're about to respond to Darry's playful banter, a familiar voice interrupted you from behind. "Well, well, what do we have here? Little sis all blushy-cheeked and heart eyes on our very own Darrel Curtis?" Dallas's voice carries a teasing edge, his smirk evident even in the dim light. He knew how much you not so secretly liked the oldest Curtis brother. You may not have said anything to him, but it was evident in the way you looked at him. Dallas knew eyes couldn’t hide much. That’s how he also knew the oldest Curtis brother felt the same about you. So, he did what any older brother would do, tease the shit out of the both of you.

You turn to see Dallas walking over, his usual cocky demeanor in full force. But something about the way he looks at you, a mixture of amusement and something else you can't quite place, makes you more nervous than ever. Darry stiffens slightly beside you, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. His jaw clenches, and you notice a subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Easy there, Darry," Dallas continues, his grin widening. "I'm just messing with my kid sister. No need to get all uptight Curtis." He had a full-on grin now not realizing the damage he was causing between the blooming relationship that had yet to begin.

You shoot Dallas a playful glare, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Ignore him, Darry. He's just being annoying, as usual." You turned back to the man standing beside you, closer than you remember from just moments ago.

But Darry's gaze remains fixed on Dallas, a silent warning in his eyes. "Nothing’s happened Dallas.” The joyful tone in his voice from moments ago had vanished sending you into a minor panic as the two most important men in your life stood there staring at each other.

Dallas raises his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. "Alright, alright, no need to get all serious," he says, taking a step back. "I'll leave you two alone. Doing whatever you were doing.”

As Dallas walks away, you feel a pang of disappointment wash over you knowing that something was suddenly amiss. You glance at Darry, hoping to see his usual warmth and playfulness, but instead, you find him distant, his gaze fixed on the ground. He was thinking and thinking hard at that.

"Hey, everything okay?" you ask, reaching out to touch his arm.

When he pulled away from you sharply you tried to hide the disappointment evident in your gaze on him. Darry looks up, his expression guarded. "I’m sorry. I just... I can't do this. Not with Dallas being your brother," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart sank as Darry's words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more between the two of you. But now, faced with his rejection, you felt a wave of embarrassment and hurt wash over you. You tried to hide the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes, forcing a weak smile as you withdrew his jacket from your shoulders. "I understand," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "It's okay, Darry. I-I didn't mean to make things awkward." You handed him the too big leather jacket back. You didn’t miss the disappointed look in his eyes as he took it back from you.

But before Darry could respond, you turned on your heel and began to walk away, the weight of his rejection heavy on your shoulders. You could feel the eyes of the other greasers on you as you made your way through the crowd, their whispers echoing in your ears like a cruel reminder of your own vulnerability.  You were halfway down the street when you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Startled, you turned to find Dallas standing there, his expression unusually serious. "Y/N, wait," he said, his voice soft yet urgent. "What happened back there?"

You tried to brush off his concern, plastering on a fake smile. "It's nothing, Dallas. Just a misunderstanding, that's all."

But Dallas wasn't buying it, his gaze piercing through your facade. "Bullshit," he said bluntly. "I saw the way Darry was looking at you. And I saw the way you looked at him." He grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once again, unable to hold them back any longer. The floodgates opened, and all the pent-up emotions came pouring out, overwhelming you with their intensity. Dallas's grip on your arm softened, his expression shifting from skepticism to concern as he watched the tears stream down your cheeks.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked gently, his voice laced with worry. “What happened?"

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. "It's Darry," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "He doesn’t want me because... because he's worried about what you'll think or something."

Dallas's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You swallowed hard, mustering the courage to explain. "I don’t know. It was fine then it wasn’t," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "You were teasing us, and he... he thinks you don't approve. I don’t know Dallas he didn’t give me a reason. Just said he couldn’t do it."

Dallas's eyes widened in realization, a mixture of guilt and frustration flashing across his features. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was just messing around, you know?"

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for Dallas's distress. "I know, Dallas," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "But sometimes things don't turn out the way we expect them to."

Dallas's shoulders sagged as he let out a heavy sigh, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said sincerely, his voice thick with remorse. "I never meant to hurt you or Darry. You know that, right?"

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat as you fought to hold back the tears threatening to keep spilling from your eyes. "I know, Dal," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Without hesitation, Dallas pulled you into a comforting brotherly hug, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You felt a sense of warmth and security wash over you, knowing that no matter what happened, you had Dallas by your side, always ready to support you through thick and thin.As you leaned into his embrace, Dallas's protective instincts kicked in, his mind buzzing with thoughts of how to fix the situation. But before he could voice his intentions, you pulled away slightly, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Dallas, please," you said softly, your voice tinged with embarrassment. "Don't do anything rash. I don't want things to get any more complicated than they already are."

Dallas's expression softened as he registered your plea, his gaze filled with concern. "I just can't stand the thought of Darry hurting you like this," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "He's being so damn thick-headed, and it makes me want to sock him one right in the jaw."

You shook your head, a firmness in your voice. "No, Dallas, no fighting with your brothers," you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll figure this out without anyone throwing punches. Let's just leave it be for now, okay? I don't want anything to happen when everyone is emotional."

Dallas hesitated, his jaw tense with the effort of restraining himself. But as he looked into your eyes, seeing the conviction in them, he relented. "Alright, Y/N," he conceded, his voice quieter now, but still edged with frustration. "We'll do it your way. But I swear, if he keeps hurting you, I won't be able to hold back."

You gave him a grateful smile, appreciating his loyalty but relieved that he agreed to your terms. "Thank you, Dallas," you said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "For respecting my wishes."

Dallas nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Always, kid," he replied, his voice softening with affection. "Now, let's go inside and take a breather. We'll figure out our next move when we're all thinking straight."

As you followed Dallas into the apartment, a sense of relief washed over you, grateful for his support and understanding. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you couldn't fight the urge to collapse onto the couch, the events of the evening catching up with you all at once.

Dallas lingered nearby for a moment, watching over you with a protective gaze. He hesitated, torn between staying by your side and his burning desire to confront Darry. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, he made his decision.

Quietly, Dallas slipped out of the apartment once you were fast asleep on the couch, leaving you to rest, and made his way towards the Curtis house. Determination fueled his steps as he navigated the dimly lit streets, his mind focused on one goal: to talk some sense into Darry.

When he finally reached the Curtis house, he didn't bother with niceties. Instead, he pounded on the door with a forceful urgency, his knuckles rapping against the wood in a demanding rhythm. Soda was the one to answer the door, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he took in Dallas's agitated demeanor. "Dallas? What's going on, man?"

But Dallas didn't waste any time with explanations. Without a word, he brushed past Soda, his eyes scanning the living room in search of Darry. He didn't care about being polite or waiting for an invitation. All he cared about was finding the one who made his sister cry. Soda called after him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Dallas paid him no mind. His focus was singular, his determination unwavering as he sought out Darry, ready to have a long-overdue conversation that would hopefully set things right.

Dallas's footsteps echoed loudly as he made his way towards the backyard, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and concern. He found Darry leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Ponyboy sat nearby, a troubled expression on his face. Without preamble, Dallas stormed over to Darry, his eyes blazing with intensity. "What the hell is wrong with you, Darry?" he demanded, his voice thick with emotion. "You made my sister cry, and for what? Because you're too damn stubborn to see what's right in front of you?"

Darry looked up, startled by Dallas's sudden outburst. "Dallas, what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

Ponyboy, sensing the tension in the air, glanced nervously between his older brother and what felt like his second one. "Guys, what's going on?" he asked tentatively, his brow furrowing with concern.

"What's going on is that Darry's being a complete idiot," Dallas snapped, his frustration boiling over. "He's too blind to see that Y/N cares about him, and he's pushing her away because of it."

Darry's expression softened, his defenses crumbling under Dallas's relentless barrage. "Dallas, it's not that simple," he protested weakly, but Dallas wasn't having any of it.

"Not that simple?" Dallas echoed incredulously, his voice rising with every word. "You think you're doing her a favor by pushing her away? You're just hurting her, Darry. And you're too damn stubborn to see it."

Ponyboy watched the exchange in silence, his eyes darting between the two brothers with a mixture of concern and apprehension. He knew better than to intervene when Dallas was in one of his moods. Finally, Darry let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't mean to hurt her, Dallas," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I just... I don't know how to do this. I'm not good at this stuff."

Soda, who had been observing from the doorway, stepped forward with a smirk playing on his lips. "You got that right, Darry," he interjected, his tone teasing. "You're allergic to pretty girls."

Ponyboy couldn't help but chuckle at Soda's remark, a small smile breaking through the tension that hung in the air. Darry sighed, shaking his head at Soda's comment, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Thanks for the reminder, Soda," he said wryly, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "But I guess I'll just have to figure it out."

Dallas leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to Ponyboy's words. "Yeah, she's got a heart of literal gold, man," he chimed in, nodding in agreement. "I've seen it. She's too kind for this world sometimes."

Ponyboy nodded fervently, his eyes reflecting admiration. "Absolutely. Remember that time when she stood up for Johnny when those guys were picking on him? She didn't even hesitate. Just marched right over there and gave them a piece of her mind."

Soda grinned, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "And she's always nice to everyone, even those stuck-up Socs who don't deserve it," he added, his voice full of admiration.

Darry sighed, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but smile at his brothers' words, despite himself. "Yeah, she's something else, that's for sure," he mused, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. "But sometimes, I worry she's too good for her own good."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence for a moment before Soda broke it with a chuckle. "Well, Darry, you might just have to deal with it," he teased, nudging his brother playfully. "After all, love's got its own way of figuring things out."

Darry rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah, you're right Soda," he conceded, his gaze drifting off into the distance as he thought about you. "I just hope I can keep up."

The brothers shared a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them as they contemplated the impact you had made on their lives. Dallas leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "You know, Darry, you gotta give yourself some credit too," he said, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "She sees something in you, man. She wouldn't stick around if she didn't believe in you."

Darry shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know, Dallas, but... I've messed up so many times," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I've let her down more times than I can count."

Ponyboy reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Darry's shoulder. "Hey, we all make mistakes," he said softly, his eyes filled with empathy. "But what matters is how you learn from them."

Soda nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "You gotta show her, Darry," he chimed in, his voice firm. "You gotta show her that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

Darry sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt. "I just... I don't know if I'm capable of being the person she deserves."

Dallas shook his head, his eyes locking with Darry's. "You are, man," he insisted, his tone unwavering. "But you gotta start believing it yourself. You gotta start believing that you're worthy of her love."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as Darry let Dallas' words sink in. And as he sat there, surrounded by his brothers, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring deep within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make things right with you. Maybe there was still a chance for them after all.

Dallas let out a gruff laugh, a hint of his usual tough demeanor creeping back into his expression. "Alright, enough of this mushy crap," he declared, straightening up and running a hand through his hair. "I swear to God, if this gets back to her or you say some soft shit, I'll kick all your asses."

Ponyboy chuckled nervously, shooting a glance at Soda and Darry. "Got it, Dallas," he replied, trying to suppress a grin.

Soda raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, no worries, man," he said with a smirk. "Our lips are sealed."

Darry nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, Dallas," he said sincerely, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

Dallas gave them all a nod before pushing himself off the wall. "Alright, I’m out out of here before I start feeling like I need to hug it out or something," he quipped, striding towards the door with his usual gate. He hoped you had stayed sleeping on the couch as he made his way back to your shared apartment.

The next day, Darry found himself restless, pacing back and forth in his room as he wrestled with his overwhelming sense of guilt. Every step he took felt heavy, burdened by the weight of regret that had settled like a stone in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the thought churned his stomach with unease. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Darry couldn't shake off the nervous fluttering in his chest as he clutched the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand.

Darry found himself seized by a sudden determination to make things right with you. He knew that a simple apology wouldn't be enough – he needed to show her just how much she meant to him. And that's when he remembered the little details about her that he cherished.

With a sense of purpose driving him forward, Darry made his way to a nearby flower shop. The bustling streets seemed to blur around him as he searched for the perfect bouquet, his mind focused solely on one thing: your beautiful smile that brightened his day. He rifled through the colorful array of blooms, his heart racing with anticipation as he sought out the flowers that would convey his heartfelt apology and adoration.

And then, amidst the vibrant sea of petals, he found them – sunflowers. They stood tall and proud, their golden faces turned towards the sun, just like Y/N's radiant spirit. Darry's heart swelled with certainty as he reached out to carefully select the most beautiful blooms, knowing that they would bring a ray of sunshine to your day.

But as he stood at the checkout counter, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. How did he know that sunflowers were her favorite? Had she ever mentioned it to him before, in passing? Or was it just a gut feeling, a subconscious knowledge born from the countless hours they had spent together? For a moment, Darry hesitated, his brow furrowing in uncertainty. But then he remembered the way your eyes had lit up the last time you had passed a house that was growing them, how you had exclaimed with delight at the sight. And in that moment, he knew – sunflowers were your favorite, and he was determined to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

As he made his way to your apartment, each footfall echoed with the rhythm of his racing heart. The short journey felt like an eternity, his mind filled with worry and doubt. What if you were still upset with him? What if you didn't want to see him? The uncertainty gnawed at him, threatening to consume him with fear. He couldn't bear the thought of facing your disappointment, knowing that he was the cause of your pain.

With trembling hands, Darry finally reached your doorstep. He took a moment to steady his nerves, drawing in a deep breath to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. But no amount of preparation could ease the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as he raised his hand to knock on the door. Each rap of his knuckles felt like a thunderclap, reverberating through the silence of the neighborhood, and echoing the tumultuous turmoil in his own heart.

For a fleeting moment, Darry hesitated, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air. He couldn't help but worry that you would be furious with him, that you would turn him away without a second thought. The thought made his pulse quicken with apprehension, his palms growing slick with sweat as he grappled with his fear of rejection. But deep down, he knew he couldn't let his fear hold him back. He had to face you, to confront the consequences of his actions and make amends for the pain he had caused. With a silent prayer on his lips, Darry squared his shoulders and knocked once more, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead.

As the door swung open, revealing your surprised expression, Darry felt his heart almost stop. He could see the shock flicker across your features as you took in the sight of him standing there, a bouquet of sunflowers clutched tightly in his hand. But then, to his relief, your expression softened, your eyes lighting up with warmth and affection.

"Darry?" Your voice was soft, filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

Darry swallowed hard. His throat suddenly dry. He extended the bouquet towards her, his hand trembling ever so slightly. "For you," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across your face, brightening his mood with its warmth. "These are my favorite! How did you know?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with delight as you reached out to accept the flowers. You pushed the door open letting him in as your searched for a vase for your sunflowers.

Darry felt a weightlifting off his shoulders at your reaction, a sense of relief flooding through him. Maybe he hadn't completely messed things up after all. "Just a lucky guess," he replied with a shy grin, though deep down, he knew it was more than just luck. He had been paying attention, learning the little things that made you happy, and he was determined to make it up to her.

Darry watched as your smile grew wider, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness seeing you so pleased with the flowers. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his voice soft with sincerity.

You wrapped your arms around him in a spontaneous hug, and Darry felt his heart swell with warmth at the gesture. "Thank you, Darry," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

The embrace felt like a balm to Darry's soul, soothing the lingering doubts and fears that had plagued him since last night. But as he held you close, he knew there was still something he needed to address, something he couldn't ignore any longer.

"I need to apologize, Y/N," Darry began, his voice tinged with regret. "I was a jerk last night at the bonfire. I shouldn't have dismissed you like that."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. "Darry, it's okay," you reassured him, though there was a hint of hurt in your eyes.

But Darry shook his head, his gaze earnest. "No, it's not okay," he insisted, his voice firm. "You deserved better than that, and I'm sorry for treating you like you didn't matter."

Your expression softened as you listened to Darry's heartfelt apology, and a sense of understanding washed over you. "I forgive you, Darry," you replied, reaching out to gently caress his cheek. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Darry felt a wave of relief wash over him at your forgiveness, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to make it up to you somehow, to show you just how much you meant to him. As he looked into your eyes, he could see the depth of your care and affection reflected back at him, and it filled him with a sense of gratitude. He realized in that moment just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

A mischievous glint sparked in Darry's eyes as he felt a surge of confidence coursing through him. "You know, since we're both feeling so forgiving and all," he began, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "how about I make it up to you by taking you on a proper date?"

Your eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, a smile spreading across your face. "A date?" you echoed, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Darry nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, a date," he confirmed, his tone filled with determination. "How about we go to that fancy restaurant downtown? The one with the candlelit tables and that amazing carbonara dish you love. I know it's your favorite."

A delighted laugh bubbled up from your lips at his suggestion, and Darry felt a surge of pride knowing that he had guessed right. "You remembered," you said, your voice filled with warmth.

Darry shrugged nonchalantly, though his heart swelled with satisfaction at your reaction. "Of course, I remembered," he replied with a wink, his flirtatious side coming out to play. "I pay attention to the important stuff. You're the important stuff."

And as you laughed and agreed to the date, Darry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. Maybe this was the start of something new, something wonderful – a chance to show you just how much you meant to him, and to make up for his past mistakes with little moments like these.

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[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

[make-me-imagine]

All For You

Prompts: 'Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.' + 'Person A is hiding an injury, no one finds out until they collapse.' and "You’re an idiot you know that?” “I am entirely aware, yes.” + 'The warmth of blood on your hands' and 'Lying in a hospital bed' Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Plot: After getting jumped by a group of soc's, Darry is injured and put in the hospital. Y/n stays to watch and worry over him, allowing previously hidden feelings to reveal themselves.

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x GN!Reader

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, fighting, blood, switch-blades, and hospitals.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo

Note: For people who may not be familiar with the book/movie but are reading this anyways, 'soc' is pronounced "So-shh" in reference to the rich-side "socials"

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"Thanks again for walking me home Dare, I appreciate it." You spoke softly with a shy smile. Your heart was pounding so heavily you thought he might be able to hear it.

He looked at you with a grin, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. "Don't worry about it. I hate the idea of you walking home so late anyways."

"It's not so bad, as long as those jerks from the west-side leave me alone." You said with a soft, half-amused laugh.

"They bother you?" You noted a hint of anger in his voice as he spoke.

You shrugged. "Mostly they just catcall me, ask why I hang out with greasers and not "real men"" You rolled your eyes.

"And what do you say back to them?"

You smiled "I tell them to let me know when they find any."

Darry chuckled shook his head. "Just be careful, you know how bad some of them can be."

"Yeah I know." You nodded, thinking back on a few years back when Johnny got cut up by some.

You felt your heart jolt when the sound of a roaring engine sounded from down the street. You got a bad gut feeling and looked back into the darkness of the street behind you.

Darry looked back, noting your sudden discomfort. "It's alright, I think it was a few streets over." He said softly.

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, but took a step closer to him. You felt safer the closer you were to him. Darry smiled at this, noting how his heart thumped when your shoulder brushed his arm.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. You came to a stop when you saw some figures come out of a street in front of you. For a moment you thought it was maybe Two-Bit, Soda and Steve, but when a familiar whistle sounded from the darkness, you stopped in your tracks.

Three soc's you recognized stepped into the light under a streetlamp. The one in the front, who you knew was called Tommy grinned at you. "I thought I recognized you Y/n. Hard to tell out here in the dark."

You felt a shiver run up your spine, but it faded when you felt Darry rest his hand on your back.

"Who's this? Your greaser boyfriend?" Tommy asked, as he eyed Darry.

You looked from Tommy to Darry, wondering how he couldn't know who Darry was. Tommy was fairly new to town, but surely he knew who Darrel Curtis was. But you noted that you and Darry were shrouded in darkness, maybe he couldn't see him fully.

"Hey Tommy, I think that's-" A soc from behind tried to warn Tommy, but was cut off by a raise of Tommy's hand.

"I'm sure I can show you a much better time than this hood rat." He sneered as he took a step forward.

"Yeah right." You said with a glare.

"I think it's time you boys went home don't you think?" Darry warned, his voice low.

Tommy simply scoffed, laughing at him. "I'll decide when I go. And I think-" He paused as his eyes shifted to you. "I'll go when I get what I came for."

Suddenly Tommy lunged forward, reaching out and grabbing you with a laugh. "Back off!" You yelled out as you stomped you foot down directly onto his.

"Hey!" He yelled in anger before he stumbled back as Darry pushed him.

"Back off! I'm warning you!" Darry yelled.

"Yeah? And I'm warning you." Tommy sneered as he pulled out his switch-blade.

Reaching over, you grabbed Darry's arm, your heart racing in panic.

The two other soc's stood behind Tommy with worried looks on their faces, as they looked nervously at you and Darry. Obviously they, unlike Tommy, knew who they were threatening.

"Tommy, come on, lets go." One of the soc's said.

"We'll go when I say!" He yelled back at them. "I gotta teach these two greaser rats who they're messing with."

Suddenly, Tommy lunged towards Darry with the blade. You gasped as Darry rushed in front of you. You watched, frozen in place, as they grappled for a moment, before you heard the clinking of the blade hitting the ground.

Darry swung out, hitting Tommy directly across the face, making him stagger back. Tommy began to retaliate, but you saw him hesitate for a moment as Darry stepped into the street light. Now he recognized him.

The other soc's grabbed Tommy and pulled him back, whispering panicked words in his ear. Tommy grabbed his knife but stayed back. "I'm not done with you two!" He said with a hoarse voice. A threat you knew to be empty as he and the other soc's ran back down the street they came from.

You let out a ragged breath as you reached for Darry. "Darry are you alright?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, let's just get you home." Reaching back, he took your hand in his as you began to rush down the street, towards you home.

"Idiots." You said in an angered whisper. "What were they even doing out here anyways?" You asked.

"I think he was looking for you." Darry said, his voice laced with anger. "I'm definitely not letting you walk home alone after this." He said in a slightly softer tone, making heat rise up your neck and ears.

After rushing down a few more blocks, you stopped for a moment, panting, trying to catch your breath. Darry looked at you and gently tugged at your hand. "Are you alright?"

Looking at him, you took a deep breath and nodded. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you stepped forward and hugged him. "Thank you Darry. I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there."

Pulling away, he smiled down at you. "I'll always be here when you need me."

You smiled, feeling yourself melt with the way he smiled at you. Forcing yourself to look away, you looked around, noting you were still pretty far from your house.

"Wait." You said, as you looked around. "If we got this way we'll get their quicker." You said, point to a nearby street.

"Alright." Darry said as he began to walk forward. Suddenly staggering, he let out a light hiss as his face curled with pain.

"Darry?" You asked, concern lacing your voice.

"I'm alright." He said with a strained voice, as he tried to walk again, before his legs seemed to give out.

"Darry." You whispered as you leaned down. As Darry fell to his knees you grabbed him to hold him up. Looking closer, you saw he had his hand on his stomach, from between his fingers, you saw blood seeping through.

"Oh God, Darry!" You said with panic as you looked around. Seeing a nearby phone booth, you made Darry sit down. "Keep pressure on it alright? I'm gonna go call an ambulance!"

After calling 911 you rushed back to Darry, finding him lying on his back, his eyes still open as he stared up at the sky. You knelt down beside him, placing your hand on top of his and pressing down.

He let out a soft groan. "I'm sorry, but you gotta keep pressure on it."

You weren't aware you were crying until a tear fell from your face and landed on Darry's cheek. You wiped your face and he looked up at you.

"Hey, don't cry." He said softly. "It's alright"

You shook your head. "I got you stabbed Dare." Tears were now streaming down your face.

"No, no." He shook his head. "This isn't your fault Y/n, don't you dare think that."

You shook your head as you looked down at his side. Your hands were warm and wet with his blood. You let out a soft sob as you gripping his hand. Hearing sirens nearby you looked back at Darry. "They're almost here, you just have to stay awake okay? For me?"

You saw the ghost of a smile cross his face as his eye fluttered. "Anything for you." He said softly, his voice a whisper.

You brushed his hair from his face as the ambulance grew closer. Darry kept his eyes open and locked them on yours. Keeping the there until the paramedics came to your side, moving you from his view.

You stood nearby, watching them, tears still drenching your face. Looking down at your hands, you noted the blood and felt you gut twist.

Hearing yells from nearby, you looked across the road to see a group of people walking closer. You felt your chest tighten as you saw Soda, Pony, Two-Bit and Steve walking up.

When they spotted you, their faces changed from curiosity to horror as they ran towards you. Running towards them you held your hands out, forgetting the blood covering them. "Stay back guys!"

They stared at your hands in horror. "Who's blood is that Y/n? Are you hurt?" Pony asked as he reached for you.

A sudden sob escaped you as you shook your head. Pony looked over your shoulder, and you saw his face change from worry to terror. "Darry?" Pony said his voice soft.

"What?" Soda asked as he pushed past Pony. "Darry!" He yelled out.

You tried to keep them back, but they rushed towards the ambulance as they began to put Darry inside. You watched with dejection and guilt as they were held back by the police.

"What happened?" Two-Bit asked as he came back up to you.

You shook your head and spoke with anger. "A group of stupid soc's. They were after me." You felt another sob escape you. The others looked back at you when they heard that. "He got hurt protecting me." You said as you looked at Pony and Soda.

They could see the guilt and pain in your eyes and stepped towards you. "It's alright Y/n, it's not your fault." Pony said, wiping his own tears.

"But it is. I'm sorry." You said as you shook your head.

Soda grabbed you, pulling you into a hug as he started consoling you but you heard nothing. You were too overwhelmed with your own thoughts to think of anything else.

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Darry winced as he opened his eyes, the hospital lights shining down on him. He tried to sit up, but groaned as a pain pulsed through his abdomen. Letting out a sigh, he took hold of his surroundings. The steady beeping of a machine beside him. The firm hospital bed underneath him.

Looking around, his eyes caught on something in the corner of the room at the head of his bed. Craneing his neck, he saw you, curled up in a chair, asleep.

Darry smiled softly at the sight before the memories of what happened flashed through his mind. Looking closer at you, he saw you had a bag at the side of the chair, multiple books on the table beside you. And the trash can nearby was full of wrappers and trays. How long had you been here? How long had he been here?

Turning, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, letting out a hiss of pain. Hearing shuffling beside him, he looked back over to see you sitting up, your eyes watching him carefully.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He said softly.

Rising from your seat, you were by his side in a second. He could see the worry in your eyes, but the smile that spread across your face told him all he needed to know. "You're awake. Are you okay? Do you need me to call the nurse?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm alright. I feel okay."

You let out a breath as you sat on the edge of his bed. You began to fidget nervously with your hand. "The others have been in and out to see you. They wanted to stay but I made them go to work, and made Pony go to class, I know you wouldn't want them to skip out."

Darry smiled. "Thank you Y/n. How long have I been here?"

"Two days."

Darry nodded his head. "Tommy got arrested, after I told the cops what happened. Hell he even admitted to it." You let out a soft humorless laugh.

"Are you okay?" Darry asked as he reached over, placing his hand on yours to stop you from fidgeting.

You met his eyes. "You're the one who got stabbed Darrel."

He smiled softly. "Yeah, but I got a feeling you're the one who's hoarding all the guilt for it."

You looked down at your hand, now covered by his. "Why didn't you tell me he stabbed you? We should have gotten help immediately, not ran around half the town."

Darry shrugged slightly. "I wanted to get you home so that you were safe."

You stared at him for a moment, your face blank. "Well, you're an idiot you know that?"

He let out a soft laugh "I am entirely aware, yes."

You smiled for a moment before it faded, and you shook your head. "I'm sorry Darry. We shouldn't have been out there at all."

"Hey- hey" He said gripping your hand. "Don't. This was not your fault. It's Tommy's for getting all gung-ho with that switchblade. Now look at me." Slowly, you met his eyes. "Hell, it's more my fault than it is yours. Not that I regret what I did. I didn't know what they would have done to you, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna find out. I would have done whatever I needed to to keep you safe, I love you, and I need you to be safe. That's all that mattered to me, you were all that mattered to me."

Darry watched as your face changed from guilt-ridden, to shy, to surprised.

You opened your mouth and spoke hesitantly. "You...love me?"

Darry was silent for a moment as panic rushed through him. He spoke so fast he didn't think about what he was saying. Not that it was a lie, it wasn't, but this wasn't how he was planning on saying it. But at least it was finally said.

He took in a breath and smiled at you. "Yes, Y/n, I love you. I think I have since the moment we met."

You swallowed and took in a shaky breath. "I didn't know. I mean, I- I never thought you would see me like...that. That you could ever...love me."

"Why not?" He asked in a whisper.

You met his eyes and let out a soft laugh. "I- I don't know. I just thought I wasn't your type I guess."

He smiled pulling your hands closer to him. "You could never compare to anyone else Y/n. And I'd get stabbed a thousand times to prove it."

You let out an alarmed chuckled. "Please don't."

He chuckled, "Well alright, if you insist."

"I do. I definitely do."

His grin faltered a moment as his eyes landed on your lips. "There is something you could do for me."

You sat up a little straighter, wondering if he needed a nurse, or water, food maybe. "Anything."

Moving his hand up your arm, he began to pull you slowly towards him. You felt your heart pick up speed as your face grew hot.

Stopping a few inches from his face, he spoke softly. "Kiss me."

You felt as though your whole body was on fire, as butterflies rampaged through your stomach. Holding your breath, you slowly leaned in, hovering or just a moment before the two of you met in a kiss. His hand left your arm and cupped your face, his other hand taking yours and squeezing.

Hearing a familiar chorus of voices down the hall, making there way towards the room, you pulled slowly away from each other. Your eyes stayed locked, as you both smiled at each other, a silent understanding between you. This was the beginning of something wonderful.

xx End xx.

[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.

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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.”

[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!”

[v-via-a]

Realising he loves you ~ Darry ~

“Thanks for helping out tonight”

He smiles down looking at the concentration on your face cleaning his knuckles from the rumble with the blood stains. He could see your small scratches on your hands and a scratch on your cheek that you had already taken care of, only making you look more tuff. Seeing you clean up his cuts reminded him of when his mother used to clean and bandage his cut knees or arms - including with Pony and Soda.

“Thought you knew better with them rumbles?”

“If i might add you were there too?”

Smiling in defeat as she was part of the rumble last minute seeing her sister being pulled in last minute as she seen Pony-boy getting hit, she wasn’t just going to stand there and watch a joined in. Darry had seen Y/N jump in and it didn’t take him a second to get up and run towards her.

“Mmm, your fists will be just fine just lil cuts”

“You can stay here tonight if you want, instead of having to drag your kid brother and sister home”

That took him a few moments and courage to ask, not like all the other times for some reason, maybe because when he did the house would be chaotic and not quite like this.

“I don’t wanna intrude”

“It’s fine they are with Pony and Soda anyways, it’s good they get along ~ you’ve been there for me and them so i can return it”

“Always Darry, since we were kids ourselves”

Ever since his parents died, Darry always had you by his side - even with you being a year behind that he was about to head off to college when it happened - you planned to stay in Tulsa for community college to see what you really wanted to do. After the events darry seemed to noticed y/n stayed. She always changed the subject quickly if he were to ask about it. Turning to the TV with Micky being left on changing the channel.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, look the hustler is on”

“Shh don’t say it too loud pony will hear”

“I don’t blame him, his movies are good”

Thats what he also liked about you, you interests in other’s interests- even if you didn’t get it or like it you let people talk about it. He loved you cared for his brothers as if they were your own along with your own kid brother and sister.

Getting comfortable on the couch darrys heart skipped a beat as he felt your head rest on his shoulder but he didn’t mind, as he gently laid his on yours. The movie was going on for an hour sun you two exchanging a few words and mumbles until he finally asked the question hoping for an answer, hearing your sleepy voice.

“Y/N?”

“Yea Darry?”

“Why are you staying here?”

“You said i could-“

“No, i mean here as in Tulsa”

“Oh i’m not sure, i’m just waiting making sure they’ll be okay, finishing off community here and seeing where it takes me, why are you still here?”

“Making sure for Pony and Soda will be okay, go to college and travel, i was thinking Europe to France or Italy, maybe both, but i wouldn’t want to go alone”

“That sounds great, I would give anything to go there”

He knew it. There he knew he was always waiting for her. He didn’t know if she was waiting on him too but he was hoping. He wanted to go with her. To travel with her and be with her. Such a kind and caring but so tough and strong spirited.

“So it’s a deal then? You and I?”

“Yes, that sounds good-“

A sleepy Y/N answers smiling. Smiling at her answer - hoping it meant she were to wait for him as well. Butterflies started to fill him as he was about to say something but he didn’t know what.

“Y/N, Y/N?”

Looking down laughing gently see Y/N asleep as light snores escape her mouth, gently getting up laying her down draping a blanket over her. Kissing the top of her head whispering -

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, thank you for being here for me always”

He smiles turning down the TV turning back looking at her, memories flooding back over the like water had been poured over him as memories of you two being younger planning your lives out. Smiling as another wave of emotion came over him but it wasn’t sadness but goosebumps filled his skin with his mouth agape his expression going slightly blank whispering ever so slightly- the only time he had the courage, he hopes to be able to say it when you were awake and for you to say it too, leaving out three words gently kissing your cheek.

“I love you”

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Hi!! If you wouldn’t mind I’d like to request prompt 16 with Darry. Thanks! <3

Prompt: Late night babbles

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It was dead silent, something that was completely unusual for a house like this. It hadn’t been more than half an hour before the gang was conked out. The adrenaline rush they had gotten from the rumble completely wore them out. Johnny and Two-bit were so out of it they couldn’t even make it off the floor before they fell asleep. 

You were still up, the nerves and worry you felt from before kept you wide awake much to your dismay. It happened every time a rumble took place. though you felt like you should’ve been use to them by now, you felt just as you did the first time you waited for everyone to come back from one.

It’d be a feeling you’d feel you’d never fully be able to shake off...

“Look at em all.” Darry muttered, carefully stepping over Johnny to sit next to me on the couch. “Can’t believe they passed out like that.”

“I can, surprised you aren’t falling asleep yet.” You said. “You look like you got pretty roughed up.” You added, carefully gliding your thumb across a nasty looking bruise on his cheekbone.

“Aw I’m fine.” He reassured you, grabbing a hold of your hand gently. “I am surprised that I got bit though.” He said, looking down at the back of his hand.

“I mean, if someone who looks like you tried to fight me I’d probably bite them too.” You replied humorously making Darry laugh, you could only smile slightly at his response.

Darry could tell you seemed to be a bit less... enthusiastic like you usually are. Not to mention, every smile or laugh you’d let out after everyone had gotten back seemed pretty forced.  

“You alright over there?” He asked softly.

I nodded. “I’m okay I just feel kinda on edge still.”

“You don’t gotta worry anymore... we’re all fine.”

You that what he was saying was true. Sure, some of them had little injuries here and there. But they were here, safe... You thought you shouldn’t feel so worked up still, but you did.

“I can’t help but worry when it comes to you guys.” You replied. “And I know you’re like double everyone else’s size there but you could still... well, you know.” 

You felt Darry drape an arm around you before pulling you close to him. He gave you a quick kiss on the head in hopes of comforting you. “I know... thank you for caring about me so much.” He said appreciatively.

You leaned back, wanting to get a good look at his face. “How can I not? I love you too much not to.”

He gave you a smile, fondness filled his icy blue eyes as he looked down at you. “Love you too.” He muttered sweetly before giving you a quick kiss.

You cupped his face as you pulled away, grazing one of your thumbs against another bruise and cut on his jaw. “Look at what they did to your handsome face.” You said, biting back a smile as you felt his cheeks heat up bashfully.

“Y/N...” He replied feebly, averting his gaze from your eyes temporarily.

“What? It’s true... you are.” You teased, chuckling slightly as he began to smirk. “You are absolutely handsome.”

“Oh just hush up and kiss me again.” He mumbled making you laugh again.

“I gladly will...”

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If anyone would like to make a request of their own, check out this list for all the prompts I'm doing!

I am sorry this came out so late, hope you enjoy it!

I had a bit of writers block here... ended up re-writing this 3 times lol... I don’t know why I struggled with this one.

[bartxnhood]

nausea | d.c

gif not mine.

| darrel curtis x reader

summary: you’re sick, which gives reason for your best boyfriend to take care of you.

warnings: mentions of throwing up

authors note: guess who is sick again ?? that’s right !! me ! i have covid yet again 😭 i hate it here. anyways, this plot is overused but idc i live for it. so to all of my outsiders followers: this one’s for you !! enjoy.

(requests open)

not proofread

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you were feeling bad all day, no energy, very little strength, and the worst cough. darrel had been gone at work for most of the day, you cleaned up the best you could around the house but once soda saw how bad you looked, he immediately told you to go lie down. so you did. and it was only a matter of time before your stomach started disagreeing with you.

usually, darrel never wakes up randomly from his slumber, but tonight was different. he heard rustling coming from the hallway which immediately caused him to rise from his sleeping position only to be met with you. stumbling out of the door, wiping your mouth. darrel was quick on his feet, walking over to you. “honey?” you looked up at him, which made him freeze. you look awful, your skin flushed and your eyes were almost black, “are you okay?” he hummed and you shook your head. “i think i’m getting sick” your voice was raspy from the contents that just came up.

darrel gently pressed his hand to your forehead, “jesus christ, y/n. you’re burnin up” he huffed, “cmon you need to get back in bed.” he guided you back to your shared bed and helped you, pulling the covers over you. “i’ll get you some medicine, yeah?” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving. he found the necessary medicine to help with your nausea and a few pain pills for the fever. he always kept in mind what you have done for him when he came back from work with a stiff back or sore arms.

you were always taking care of him and the boys if darrel wasn’t around. “alright, darlin” he hummed, holding out a few advil and water. you popped the pills, and took a swig of the cool liquid. “thank you, dare.” he took the cup and set it on the bedside table. “of course, hun. now get some rest, i hate seeing you like this” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, hoping your fever would break. you sighed, letting your head rest on the pillow. “it’s probably just the flu. it’ll pass” you shrugged, darrel hated your stubbornness. “y/n/n. your sick. give it a few days and rest. i’ll tell the boys to help around. and i won’t take no for an answer.” your eyes opened, staring up at his fine. “fine, darry. i just hate to feel like i’m not doing enough.”

he shook his head, “you’ve done so much for us, darlin. just take these few days to rest and you’ll be fine.” he assured, running his thumb over your knuckles. “you’re always takin care of us, i oughta be takin care of you. cant lose my best girl. now, sleep”

[jjsobsessions]

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The Outsiders

-Sodapop Curtis -Darrel Curtis -Steve Randal -Dallas Winston

Feel free to send in other characters(from other fandoms as well), these will just be the main characters I write for. :)

[leighbaylee]

💜₊˚⊹ — igual que un ángel

parring : the gang ( separately ) x f!reader

summary : the gang’s opinions on angelic spirited reader, who has received undeserved treatment.

warnings : intoxication, toxic relationships, blood, harsh language, etc.

age of parring : 17 - 19

extra : credits to @cafekitsune for borders!

d. curtis ↳ ❝ you should’ve seen the way she looked, just like an angel. ❞

darrel has noticed you, but only from a distance.

but then again that doesn’t deny that you stood out from any crowd.

the way the slight breeze in tulsa entangled your hair, the way your eyes would shine when you would look up at the setting sun.

god, when he catch you reading a silly romance novel and giggle, your bright smile blinding him. just causing him getting distracting from roofing.

he didn’t know you were so capable of being happy that you made his day, by purely just existing.

he felt that you should’ve never, ever, deserved what has happened to you.

k. matthews (two-bit) ↳ ❝ they just can't reach her, an unreachable princess. ❞

just like darry, he has seen you around.

more often than not, two is always everywhere, anytime, totally not to look for you!

regardless if his intentions were to see you or not, he could tell you were extremely social.

too bad you were unaware of how much bad people you happened to befriend.

two - bit may be dumb but he and for sure connect the dots and put 2 to 2 together.

you had no idea how much two wanted to talk to you and be only one of not so many of the good people.

your mesmerizing presence makes it much more desirable for not only him but anyone to approach you.

but at the same time, he felt that he couldn’t breathe the same air or else you would suffocate.

d. winston ↳ ❝ her heart was broken, but they never lost themselves, oh! ❞

dally has met and talked to many girls before, but to him, they never stood out to him at all.

i mean the more he practically surrounds himself with them while at tim’s, all there for their odd desires and intentions.

there was this one time he had about enough of the growing headache that was present in the house and he decided he needed fresh air.

dallas kicked the door open, making it creak but not loud enough for you to hear.

he took a couple steps forward and took out his pack of cigarettes and grabbed the last one, lighting it as he throws the box on the ground.

❝ listen y/n, i don’t think i can deal with you anymore.❞ your partner said calmly, as if it was gonna stop you from tearing up.

❝ look you seemed perfect, trust me you really did but if anythin’ being with you just got borin’ , yknow? ❞

you only listened in disbelief, sniffing and covering your mouth with your palm.

you leaned against a wall, as your now ex partner, walked away. dallas had to admit your tears made your face look so beautiful under the moonlight.

s. randel ↳ ❝ but she wants calm, not to harm her soul. ❞

steve has met and interacted with y/n’s many ex partners at DX, and to say the least, they didn’t deserve her.

honestly he only knew you as the pretty angel lady, nickname more like code name given to you by soda.

steve was working at the cash register, looking at the window as he watched new or frequent visitors passing by to fill up their tank.

he recognized one of the cars, a nice one at that, drive in and with the tinted windows rolled down he saw a girl, immediately standing up and fixing his uniform.

you stepped out and your partner grabbed your wrist, only making your turn back and kissed them and stepped out craving a pepsi.

little did steve know that not even five minutes ago, a argument between you and your partner had ensued.

you walked in turning to steve, greeting him with a small gloomy smile as he blushed and looked at you walking to the drink isle.

i have no idea why, but right then and there you began to cry silently as you grabbed what you were looking for.

small hiccups escaped from your tinted lips in a pout as you placed your items on the counter, steve hesitant pushed your things toward you.

❝ uhh, it’s on the house. ❞ you looked up in surprise as the both of you never spoke.

he made eye contact with your glossy teared eyes, his heart only sinking as you left and bidding a thank you and a goodbye.

sp. curtis ↳ ❝ they promised her love and failed her. ❞

when closing up shop for the day, soda was wiping down the counter where magazines, packs of gum, and the cash register sat. as steve went to retrieve keys to lock the gas station store.

steve wanted to tell his best friend what had occurred a couple days prior, but never had gotten the chance to bring it up, or either he had forgotten.

once they locked up and started walking on the breezy streets of the east side of tulsa, steve said something that would piqued soda’s attention.

❝ hey soda, yknow that pretty angel lady? ❞ steve asked almost in a whisper as if you would show up.

soda turned to face him as they stopped at a alleyway, confused on why he brought you up only nodded in response.

❝ well while i assume you were fillin’ up that tuff red car, she had walked in the store cryin, can’t you believe that?❞

❝ really? she seemed fine when i saw er’ come out❞ steve only hummed and waited to see if he would say something, anything, else.

soda sighed sadly as he explained that your, he presumed ex partner, began to mock you and brag how they would constantly successfully gaslight you.

❝ it pissed me off so much steve, it’s crazy how he played the victim after i called em out! how could they do that to her?❞

they finished the conversation, vowing that either of them will one day make you feel like you were wanted.

j. cade ↳ ❝ but she doesn’t give up, smiles even when it hurts. ❞

when johnny would be banished from his own home, he would walk around cautiously not looking for any trouble with douchebag socs.

as he walked getting closer to the curtis household, he heard your voice.

your voice was very distinctive and soft, like small animals would fall asleep to it.

johnny heard multiple footsteps getting louder and louder significantly meaning they were getting closer. quickly hiding pressing his body against the wall.

❝ may you please stop followin’ me? ❞ you said almost pleading for your wellbeing.

they were greaser girls, they pressed up all against you leaving you to gulp wondering what was wrong.

❝ has the wittle angel run out of little fans to fall in love with? ❞ said one presumably the leader.

you looked away, feeling upset and knowing that people only dated you for the publicity.

another girl grabbed you by the hair and was inches away from your face and whispered in your ear, ❝ here’s what girls like you get for thinkin’ they’re all that! ❞

the girl had socked you in the face, pushing you down to the ground and scoffing as you grabbed your face feeling blood dripping down your nose.

you gasped feeling the drops of blood dropping to your exposed knees.

johnny only watched, not even thinking to come up to you, fearing the girls would come back for whatever reason.

you fixed yourself up, whipping your nose and standing and wiping your scraped knees and you walked putting a smile on your face and said hi to johnny as if nothing happened.

pb. curtis ↳ ❝ because people like her are rare. ❞

pony only knew of your existence because of all the older boys.

they would constantly bring you up, usually sympathizing with you and wishing you would notice them.

thats when he realized that you had an effect on the gang, including his own brothers.

❝ yea man, i just left right then and there. she could’ve thought i was gonna attack her.❞

dally re - telling the story once again for one millionth time on how he encountered the sense of your ex breaking up.

thats when ponyboy realized that he had to meet you somehow.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[stinkygirl009]

could you maybe possibly do like.. darry x motherly sweet reader? I js love darry sm omg

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE STOPPP😩💗💗

Ever since Darry met y/n in high school he knew that she was gonna be the one and only for him. She was so sweet and loving towards him and this brothers it felt almost to good to be true. When mrs. Curtis first saw her, let’s just say she was the daughter she never had<3 Even before the incident happened with his parents, y/n still stuck by Darry’s side, helping out with rent and made small pastries for the gang when they would come over. Anything to at least make them feel safe. But even though she’s a total sweetheart, she can go into mommy mode REAL QUICK.

“Two-bit stop touching the chocolate cake!” Y/n swatted at Two-but with the spatula on his hand.

“Why? It’s gonna get eaten anyway!” He argued trying to grab the glass platter the cake was cooling off on. “I said no! Now go and watch Micky Mouse or something.” She said and huffed stepping in front of him to prevent him from getting the cake. He huffed and walked into the living room and sat on the couch with Steve and Soda. Johnny and Ponyboy were sitting on the ground playing poker, ever since they got back from hiding in the church they’ve been more fond of playing with the cards more often.

Y/n glanced back inside of the living room and couldn’t help but smile. She was glad everything worked out for Johnny and Pony, lord knows what could’ve happened to Johnny or pony in that happened in that church. She looked back at the table and grabs the homemade chocolate frosting that was mixed inside the bowl, and grabbed the frosting knife and got a good amount of chocolate on it and began to ice the cake. Few minutes later she was done with the cake, the sweet chocolate smell filling the house up deliciously!

“Ok, ok! get your plates ready.” She said finally with a little sigh still smiling. Two-bit and Steve race to the cake first, Ponyboy and Johnny wait until they’re done acting like a bunch of kid fighting for a toy before they would get there slice of it. Once They all got a piece a few people left due to the time, or they had other plans for tonight, which left Y/n, Soda, and Ponyboy at the house. They heard the car rumble outside the house of the familiar sound of Darry’s run down truck echoing. Y/n just finished washing the mess of dishes and bowls she used for her cake. She quickly was drying off her hand feeling slightly tired. The front door knob shook before it opened to Darry’s tired form walking through the door with a heavy sigh before his brothers welcomed him home. “Smells good in here.” Darry said tilting his head to the kitchen. He walked into the small kitchen and leaned in to see Y/n smiling and quickly walking up to him. His hand falling on their usual resting place on her hips. Pulling her in with a grin on his face.

“Hi, darlin’” he says with the sound of love lacing his voice, making her weak in the knees. “Hi, Darrell.” She said, her hands traveling to the back of his head, her nails massaging his scalp slightly and pulling his head against hers, both of them excepting comfort from each other. “Missed you s’much.” Y/n mumbled quietly her eyes shutting trying to keep the intimate moment for longer. “Missed you too.”

After Darry got ready for bed she got into pajamas y/n had already stored inside Darry’s drawers. This being one of the days that you can stay over at the Curtis house, for the weekends. She finished getting ready, she got under the covers turning on her side to turn off the lamp on the bedside table on Darry’s side of the bed and let out a soft sigh and glanced at the open door that showed Darry, and Soda talking in the living room. Before she thought about it more, she pulled the warm covers over her body, immediately relaxing at the warmth of Darry’s blankets. Y/n closed her eyes for a moment too long, and felt the bed dipping beside her making her jolt awake again. “Sorry, sweetheart.” Darry said turning his head back towards her, and brought his hand to her face gently. “It’s f’ine.” She slurred tiredly. He smiled softly at her state, and sat up slightly trying to wake herself up fully. He used his hand to bring her back down to the bed again. “You don’t need to get up.”

“Well then, get into bed faster!”

He wanted to finish getting things getting finished inside the house, but he knew that he would be exhausted in the morning but with a job well done. “Don’t overwork, please.” She said almost like he was an open book. “Come on-“

Y/n pulling him down towards her, bringing him into a much needed kiss. Lips moving against each other going deeper each time. He relaxed into the soft and gentle embrace from her, making his whole body into putty.

“Just relax tonight, yea?” She broke the kiss, looking into his blue-ish green eyes, convincingly.

“Jus’ tonight, Darlin’.”

[thewulf]

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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I’m absolutely disgusted by the lack of Johnny Castle content on this platform. So I nominate myself to be your favorite dirty dancing content creator. (I’m a little rusty on my Dirty Dancing memories [i need to watch it again] sorry in advance)

“See she can’t do it. She just said she can’t do it”. This was true until I danced with Johnny, with only a few minor inconveniences. I can’t help but like Johnny after spending days and weeks with him perfecting dances. We were connected by the hip soon after, not wanting to leave one another’s side. We found comfort in each other wether that was by dancing or laying in bed holding one another close. We had one big problem something I’ve been avoiding sense I meet the love of my life. My father, he despised Johnnys form of dancing and called it “dirty” and plain “disgusting”. How was I supposed to face my father and his disappointment? What would he do if he knew about me and Johnny?

We were walking hand and hand talking about whatever was on our minds. And then I spotted my father walking out of a house talking to another man. I crouch down and pull Johnny to the floor with me peering over the bushes watching my father leave. I heave out a big breath and relax, Johnny looks like he’s trying to choose a emotion to display. Sadness, disappointment, anger. Something even deeper than that maybe.

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day 13 of Kinkmas: Christmas Eve With Darrel Curtis

pairing: Darrel Curtis x fem!reader

warning: unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

It’s Darrel and I’s first christmas eve together and I want to make it special! I bought this lingerie from Victoria Secret and I thought it looks really sexy to me. (Pretend that VS is around in the 60s bc they opened in the 70s!)

“Babe, you wanna open presents?” Darry says while waiting for me in the living room.

“Yes but can you open mine first?” I say.

“Of cour-.” Darry says when I entered the room with the lingerie under a light pink robe.

“w-what is this?” Darrel says.

“Your present baby.” I say while I sit on his lap.

“Does this present involves the bedroom?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

Darrel picks me up in bridal style to our bedroom and I just giggled when he puts me on our bed. He starts to take his clothes off and I just look at his body.

“Y/N, you okay?”

“Y-y-you’re huge.”

Darrel just smiles and starts to kiss me slowly. I start to moan and tries to deepen our kissing.

“Oh Darry.” I moaned while Darrel kisses my neck and probably gave me a hickey.

“Do you want me to take this lingerie off hon?” Darrel whispers in my ear.

“God yes Dar.”

He gets off of me and I get out of bed and Darrel tries to untie my lingerie and I just giggle.

“Y/N, you ready for a long night?”

“I’m ready.” I smile.

He turns me around to face him and picks me up and lays me down on our bed and makes out with me.

“Make love to me Darry.”

Darrel smiles and starts kissing my neck again and giving me love bites on my sweet spot.

“Ahh” I moan.

“I’m so glad that I’m yours baby.” Darrel says.

“Ah Darry, fuck!”

Darrel fucks me just right at my g spot making me scream.

“Darry faster ahh!”

He goes a little faster but he hears me whimpering and stops and says “You okay baby?”

“I’m alright Dar, that was amazing.” I said while heavy breathing.

“Merry Christmas baby.” Darrel says while pecking on my cheek.

“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” I giggled.

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He's Got His Mother's Eyes, His Father's Ambition I Wonder If He Knows How Much That I Miss Him

pairing [s] : darry curtis x reader

warning [s] : i feel like I've seen this trope a hundred million times but I love it so bleh | the real crime here is that there's barely any darry fics...

a/n [s] : requests are open

You and Darry dated in highschool, the star Quarterback and a cheerleader. It was the perfect romance: and Darry was the perfect person to have it with. The two of you were never seen without the other, it was typical to see Darry with his arms wrapped around you coddling and kissing you. Your parents absolutely loved Darry and Mr. and Mrs. Curtis as well, so it was a match made in heaven.

You had left for college on a scholarship, leaving for a different state. Darry cried that night as he held you, telling you to come back desperately. He spoke to you everyday on the phone until it ended up with skipped nights until you lost absolute contact with him. It was upsetting every time you would stare at your phone, begging for it to ring and there would be your (what you had assumed) ex-boyfriend on the other side.

You were left in the dark about everything happening in Tulsa, and no matter who you called, nothing was mentioned. Eventually, you finished college, with a Master's degree and a financially well done job. It was mentioned that you had an opportunity to take a job in Tulsa, and you immediately said yes. You decided to live back in your old room at your parents house,

You took a flight home, and you were bubbling in the thought of seeing your hometown once more after years away from it. Once you landed and collected your bags, you called your mother to come pick you up, and she did. She showed up in her little car with a humongous smile on her face and strong hugs. “Oh honey, did you hear? Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died just after you left? Absolutely heartbreaking.” You covered your mouth with your hand, heart breaking for the boys and the thought of never seeing them again. “That is just horrible. How were the boys?”

Your mother shook her head and grabbed your hand in yours. “I don't really know. I spoke too then at the funeral, and they were just completely ruined. Oh it was so sad.” You frowned until your mother started updating you on things that had happened. You were staring at the window and loved looking at the old place ms you used to see, but as well as remembering everything about Darry. The Dingo was the first place he took you on a date to.

You pull into your neighborhood and the nostalgia hits you harshly. You've forgotten everything: the smell, the look, and the people that walk around kicking rocks clad in leather and denim. Your mom pulls into the driveway and you get out to greet your dad who was sitting on the porch smoking a cigar. He stands up from the wooden rocking chair and hugs you tightly.

“Feel good to be home, love?” Your dad asks while hes still holding you. You back from his hug and give him a large smile. “More than good. I've missed this place.”

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Your mother sent you down to the market to get extra stuff for dinner, and gladly said yes, and decided to walk down. You're wearing Darry's jeans jacket that he gave to you before you left, and it almost fits the same way like it did in highschool. The smell of him lingers and it's your favorite thing about it. Tulsa was a little colder, it was October and the wind was chippy against your exposed skin.

Your hands are settled in your pockets and you kick a rock against the concrete sidewalks. Some kids are yelling and messing around a little bit further up. You make it to the store and walk in and the warm air hits you and you let out a breath of air. The cashier greets you and you chirp out a “Hello! It's cold out isn't it?” The cashier recognizes you from highschool and, even if you don't remember them super well, you pretend you do.

You walk in the aisle and read across the list your mother wrote for you. You're mumbling the food of what she needs until you're pushed into by a younger boy. The basket you had that was almost filled with cans of other stuff your Mom needed rolled out onto the floor making a crash sound. “Aw ma’am... I'm really sorry!” The boy says while laughing and he's practically jumping around. “It’s alright, don't worry. I'm sure it was an accident.” You go down on your knees to begin picking up the cans and stacking them alongside the boy.

“Ponyboy Curtis!” A man shouts and you look up at him whenever he pauses and you swear the blood in his face left. The voice sounds distinctly familiar. “Curtis?” You mumble and you look up and see the man you had fallen in love with that many years ago. You could've sworn you almost started crying whenever you stood up and be just stared.

Your name falls from his mouth and you run into his arms. You cry out his name and the reunion is sweet. His brother stands there, lanky and tall, as he stares at his brother and the girl who is plastered all over Darry’s walls. “How long has it been?” You pull away from his hold and stare into his soft eyes so that you can see the emotional change in them. He isn't the same guy who you have a picture of in the golden locket that's clasped on your neck Darry got for you in Sophomore year of highschool.

“Three years is how long it's been. I tried to call you but the phone operator couldn't find you at all.” You give him a small frown before hugging him once more. The muscles he had in highschool were bigger and weren't as lean as they used to be. He's different, he has more littered scars across his cheeks and throat. “You’re wearing my jacket.” He smiles softly and you nod at him.

“I've missed you, so much. So, so, so much Dar.” When the nickname falls, he can't help but do it. He clasps his lips against yours and his hand goes below your jaw and holds your face against his. It feels normal, just like it used to, as you pull away and he's smiling hugely. “I think about you everyday, I think about the last day we spent together. Remember whenever you wrote your name on my wall?” You nod and raise your eyebrow but then Darry pulls up his shirt and the tattoo in your handwriting is plastered above his waistband.

“Do you wanna join my family for dinner?” You ask and Darry nods, telling Ponyboy to pick up the cans and follow them. “I’ve been waiting for this.” Darry tells you and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

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