#Darry x Reader

[ambrozjas]

the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tastes sweet.”

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

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

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

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

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

“you do it too.”

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

“whatever you say, doll.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

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

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

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

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

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[lizzy019]

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

Soft Dom!Darrel Curtis x Sweet Fem!Reader

cw -> hold the moan, rewarding??, INTIMATE SEX!, body worship, lotus position, light aftercare

Word Count -> 2.9K

I wanna pamper him 😔

Effortless.

The hands of a young man disciplined into a mature adult were doing the dishes while lost within the neverending blimps of his thoughts. A man toughened and moulded into a sculpture of what he is as you watch him with concern.

Poor Darrel hadn’t got a break at all this week.

You watched silently from the dimly lit dining room table as he moved in tune to whatever humming tune was being played from the television. Something of Ponyboy’s, his brain helpfully supplied him.

It didn’t take you long to tip-toe your way beside him, the soft creaks of the old floorboards underneath your feet acting as an alert for him that someone was nearing. Once he managed to tilt his head in your direction, a soft grin formed on his pretty lips. Darry was glad you actually took the time to notice how tired he was despite not ever vociferating that thought.

“Hey sweetie..” He mumbled, gently snatching your chin within his fingers to press a peck to your forehead. How could you look so darn cute with just a hint of colour on your cheeks and a pouty bottom lip? You simply beamed at his little kiss to your hairline, maybe he was okay? No, you couldn’t just assume that and move on! Darrel had grown the ability to store all his stress away in a separate container and hide it when talking to people he loved, even if it leaked sometimes due to it being a bit overfilled.

“D’you want me to do the dishes for you? Maybe you should go rest with Pony and Soda for a bit, maybe even lend Johnny a hand and drive him home since he’s stayin’ with Pony.” You tried so hard to convince him while remaining as subtle as possible. 

You knew very well though, that this Curtis was a tough one to crack.

“You sure? I bet you’re tired too, honey.” He hummed, playing around with a silly strand of your hair that strayed away from the rest of it. You knew this would happen as well, he always managed to scoot away from what you were trying to get at.

“Darrel,” You spoke rather firmly, more than he was used to hearing. “Take a break, go sit down. I’ll handle the dishes, okay? Maybe go take a shower while you’re at it, you deserve to unwind.”

The brown in his eyes seemed to sparkle at your words, you really were some angel sent to Earth just for him. Even if he always tried to push away your kindness to take care of you, it would be a straight lie if he said he didn’t appreciate you helping pay off the monthly bills alongside him.

So without much hesitation, a rare smile graced his face, eyes crinkling happily as he managed to snag you into a hug. It erupted loud laughter from the both of you, and he couldn’t find it in him to let go until you started playfully berating him.

“Get off, get off! Go shower, you smell.” You teased, watching him nod and loosen his grip before he trotted off.

Your new chore of doing the dishes wasn’t actually as bad as you thought it was going to be. Helping someone who did so much for you, it felt like you were finally being useful. The time ticked endlessly, the sound of the aged clock annoying you over time from its duration of noise, but soon enough, the dishes were practically shining!

Darry was now out of the shower, the towel he once used to dry his body now hanging limply around his neck to make sure the water from his hair didn’t drip down and wet his shirt. He popped into the kitchen to grab a beer, specifically the kind Two-Bit and Steve disliked so he had it all to himself before popping it open and heading your way.

“Kitchen is damn near spotless, sweetie.” He chuckled dryly, but smiled rather shyly at you. 

In all honesty, he had to be thankful. You were doing the chores he knew she should’ve been doing, and yet your cute little ass always had to intervene. While he wasn’t complaining, sometimes he found himself being bored doing nothing, or maybe it was just his worker’s mindset.

You smiled pridefully up at him, happy with the work you managed to do in under 20 minutes. Clean dishes, clean counters and emptied garbage bins. Call it a bit overdramatic, but you were genuinely proud of what you had accomplished in that short span of time. 

“I can be a good little housewife once in a while, can I not?” You joked, smiling as he gave a warmer expression at your little playful comment.

“Whatever you say. You’re still the one that manages to leave clothes all over the floor of my bedroom, so I dunno ‘bout that.” He joked back, watching you feign offence at his comment before snickering softly to himself.

How had he gotten so lucky with you?

Soon the clock had reached 10PM, you shooed Pony off to bed since it was a school night. While Soda was allowed to stay up later than Pony, Soda was tired and trotted off not long after Pony had left. Johnny said his goodbyes before leaving, and finally it was just you and Darrel getting your much deserved rest.

Seated on the sofa sharing a cigarette with your dearest, the silence and dim lighting was somehow quite romantic despite your situation. His hand gently squeezing your waist, occasionally passing you the cig to take a drag all while he talked about his day and how tiring it was keeping his brothers in line. You felt nothing but admiration for the fact that he managed to work so hard under such conditions and never suddenly collapse or give up.

“Thank you again for helpin’ with the dishes. Thought that pile would never end, if I’m bein’ honest.” He hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as he put the nub of useless leftover cigarette onto the small navy ashtray. 

You nodded, smiling up at him with those pretty lips of yours and glowing eyes. Your hands gently pawed at the fabric of his shirt, tugging him just a bit lower for you to snatch a chaste kiss from his lips. Like your little reward, in a way.

Your lips tingled after that, and you giggled to yourself when Darry gave you a playful naughty expression. Soon, the giggles were turned into mild laughter as he grabbed your precious body and slung you over his shoulder, causing you to flail and kick rather helplessly.

“Darry, stop!” You laughed although quietly to not wake anyone up. But Darry didn’t listen to you, simply giving your rear a light slap as he hauled you into his bedroom. The door was shut once he was inside, and he oh so gently placed you onto the cushiony mattress of his.

Darry was grinning happily as you smiled up at him, hands gently rubbing the firm muscle of his shoulders and teasing underneath the fabric of his taut biceps. 

You really didn’t seem to understand how much he loved you, did he?

“Takin’ such good care of me, sweetie. What did I ever do to deserve you?” He hummed against the skin of your neck, peppering the softest kisses to the flesh while his big hands mapped out your precious body.

Every curve, every contour, every dip and bump that he’s come to admire so fully. A man like him, a greaser, an emotionally constipated man like him managed to snag something as precious, as porcelain and gentle as you. He questioned himself every time he woke up with you beside him in his bed. 

You smiled almost bashfully up at him, admiring every feature that laid perfectly on his face. Almond eyes as warm as ever, the slight Greek nose of his and that sharp jawline you wore could cut diamonds. Great heavens, he could have just about anyone with those looks, you thought.

“I dunno.. what did I ever do to deserve you?” You asked so sweetly, so pleasantly as your hands trailed down to gently knead at his triceps.

A groan, deep in pitch, vibrated from within the canal of his throat and falling onto your ear. It didn’t go unheard, and it made you giggle a bit. Poor man was probably so stiff and so tired. 

“Dunno sweetie, but I love you so much. Love you...” He murmured as he gently pressed his lips to yours. So tender, like he was scared he’d hurt you.

The soft kisses were like a balm to your lips, the warm saliva of his mixed with yours as your tongues started to entangle with each other seeming to ease the dryness of your mouth. 

Your fingers found their way into the soft curls of his hair, gently tugging on them for purchase as you practically kissed his lips off. Hungry, voracious almost. You craved him more than just physically. For once, you felt a deep, raging desire. Something that threatened to burn all of your senses with the taste and feel of simply Darrel.

But his lips escaped yours, and you tried oh so hard to get his lips back to yours. They were like a lifeline in a way, the way they breathed life back into the dullness.

But his lips made contact with your jaw, made a trail leading down your neck, suckling colourless marks into your shoulder as his big palms mapped around your body. Exploring you was an adventure he’d never get tired of, the mere touch of your soft flesh made him go crazy.

His hands managed to snag onto the elastic of your pants and panties, teasingly wiggling them off of you until you raised your hips for him to tug them off. Useless fabrics, they didn’t do anything to help him in your moment.

“So pretty, sweetie... Look atchu.” He murmured, mainly to himself but he hoped you heard him too. 

Cooing soft nothings as his hands wandered across your thighs, squeezing the flesh desperately as his kisses lingered along the lines of your collarbone. You were like jelly in his hands, putty even. You gave into his whims, soft moans and breaths escaping your mouth like whispers. 

Before you could even register it, his hands began to gently slide off your top and peel off your bra. But no words of disdain or discontentment for his actions seemed to be voiced. You let it happen. After all, you thought Darry deserved unwrapping you like a gift.

“Listen though, we gotta keep it quiet though, okay? Soda and Pony are in the next room, I really don’t want them to hear us. Last time they heard, Pony kept lookin’ at me funny.” Darry rattled you gently, getting a nod from you as agreement before he continued.

Like walking along an unknown path, Darry was more than happy to trail and trace every part of your body. Like worship, like you were some goddess. It wasn’t long until the tightness in Darry’s pants got uncomfortable, and what kind of man would he be if he couldn’t use what he had to please his beloved? 

Tenderly, his hands travelled away from your body to tend to his own. The ache in his lower abdomen felt like it was threatening to eat his insides, just from how aggravating the pain was. So he unbuckled the black belt he wore and tugged it off only to chuck it off and toss it to the floor with the rest of the unnecessary garments.

Your hands grasped steadily as his hands wandered down to unbutton the zipper of his jeans. You were so ready, you wanted to do it yourself. A man like him needed pampering too, right?

Nimble and flimsy hands managed to snag the zipper down, and you hastily wriggled his jeans down just so they were on the upper part of his thighs. A soft sigh escaped Darry, you presumed it was out of relief for his cock to be free from its tight confines.

Darrel wasted no time getting into a good position. He wanted to see you in your full glory, to see those lovely expressions cross your face or even feel how you’d use his shoulder to muffle the dulcet sounds you’d make. So he chose something comfortable, something that wouldn’t strain his already exhausted legs.

Patient, precise.

He handled you with grace, elegance. There was no need to rush such intimate and gentle moments when he was showing you his utter gratitude towards you.

Your bodies collided, moulded into one as you relished in the warmth emanating from under your flesh. Seeping into one another, your shared warmth spread all through you as Darry eyed you like you were the most precious piece of gold he owned. 

And in a way, you were. 

Gently, he weaved his way into the lovely tightness of that pretty cunt of yours. Rough fingers gripping his own base while he tried oh so hard to gently nudge his reddening tip up into your welcoming core. The little bit of wetness you produced had made it a bit easier, maybe foreplay would’ve made it better.

Ah, but you finally tried to sit yourself down properly onto his lap, trying to fit the fullness of his length into your dripping cunny. What a pretty sight. Nipples hard from the coldness, goosebumps along your arms and legs from him caressing you so gently. In what heaven did the Gods choose to send you to him?

Soft sounds of delight left you both once you fully settled down onto his lap. Darry could feel each little involuntary squeeze, the occasional squirm due to you adjusting to his size. Darry was no small man, he knew this clearly. But... you did make his ego inflate just a bit.

“Shh, I know, sweetie. Gimme a sec, yeah? ‘S gonna feel good, promise.” He hummed into your ear, hands finding the fat of your ass as he scooped it up for some leverage.

And soon enough, with the solid grip he had on your rear, he gently began rocking you. Up and down more than left and right, but regardless he was doing the work and it made you pout a bit. But great heavens, the way his length so perfectly knocked at your cervix and made your insides burn with glee...

Maybe you could allow yourself to let him do the work for a bit, right?

Soft noises escaped you both, grunts and huffs you were unable to silence even if you wished to. Darry was never one for things like bondage, blindfolds, all that junk. Just some real, raw enjoyment with you.

And that’s what he got. Your pussy, unwavering in its joy, didn’t cease to flutter or squeeze around him whenever he knocked at the little g-spot you had. In fact, he quite liked seeing your expression go from neutral to a scrunched eyebrow.

“You like it, sweetie? It’s all for you, take what you need from it. Been so helpful.. little minx in those damn shorts whenever you’re cleaning the livin’ room. Take what you need from me, want you to feel my thanks.” He huffed, ragged breaths causing the sentence to sound breathy and shaky.

You nodded lazily, lethargy making your legs ache but you kept yourself hanging onto him. Hips met his in a needy attempt to get more friction, and Darry happily complied to give you what you wanted. To give you what you needed.

And it wasn’t long after that you found yourself addicted to a rhythm that had your spine trembling and hands seizing onto any flesh of his you could grab. The warm skin helped to ground you, even if it wasn’t exactly what you needed. 

Darry was holding you so tight, resorting from gripping your ass to just simply holding you in a half-hug so he could still move you around. He managed to stuff his head into the crook of your neck, the area clear except for the little bit of natural hair growth on your neck. He had to stop himself from moaning somehow, right?

But he couldn’t hold on for long once he felt the aggressive tightness your cunt was squeezing onto him when you came, he just couldn’t hold on. And soon his cock was pouring out his fresh, fertile seed into your welcoming womb, the obscene noises you both tried to silence finally escaping as heavy breaths and low whimpers.

Good grief, that was a bone-rattling orgasm for you both.

Darry couldn’t pull his face away from your neck, a bit embarrassed for making such kiddy noises just from cumming. But once he finally pulled away to clean himself up and you in the process, that warm smile lining your lips was all he needed to confirm that it didn’t matter.

So like the gentleman he was, Darry gently pulled away from you and laid you back onto his mattress before grabbing some tissues and wiping away the excess mess in between your legs. So gentle, so tender. And once he cleaned himself off too, you both spent the night in each other’s arms.

Silent, but in a good way.

Hopefully no one heard...

[augustinapril]

Y/n: But what about Dally?

Darry: Don't worry about him.

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

[imdead770]

The Outsiders x Reader Headcannons

♡ Random things the gang would do if you dated them ♡

Darry -

He's fixing everything for you. Your shelf broke? Give him 15 minutes. Your car broke? He'll get Sodapop to fix it up for you. Your heart broke? He's fixing it. This man is Fix-it Felix.

♡

I feel like he wouldn't be the biggest PDA guy, but if you're both alone, he's probably holding you in some way shape or form. Your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you, it's happening and he's perfectly happy with it.

Sodapop -

I don't know why, but I feel like Sodapop picked a specific night for both of you to just spend time together and relax. Probably a Saturday night since he won't have to worry about work. It's just a night where you sit together, eat ice cream, and watch a movie. He'll hold you and quietly talk to you, randomly peppering kisses on your face.

^ this makes me so lovesick holy shit ^

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This man is HUGE on pda. He'll hold your hand, have his arm around your waist, kiss your forehead. As long as you're comfortable with it, he'll shower you with affection 25/8

Ponyboy -

He WILL watch sunsets with you. He'll take your hand, run you outside to his porch and sit on the steps with you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm around your waist.

" You were right Pony.. it's beautiful.. "

" Not as beautiful as you.. "

I know it's cliche but stfu

♡

I feel like he isn't really used to PDA, so he doesn't really initiate it. But the moment you do anything, from holding his jaw as you kiss him to entertwining your fingers with his, his heart melts. With a bit of time, he'll return the favor, he just needs to get comfortable.

Johnny -

I don't know if this is accurate, but I feel like he'd bring you flowers. No reason, he just wanted to bring his girl flowers. He'll bring you your favorite if he can. If he can't find some he'll pick the prettiest ones he can find. You had to buy a vase for just how often he brings you flowers.

♡

We all know this boy is shy, but I feel like once he warms up to you PDA is just normal. Not big PDA like Soda, but he likes holding your hand in public. In private he'll hold you against him, play with your hair, the whole thing.

Dallas -

He takes you to so many of Buck's parties it's not even funny. You're bored? He'll take you to go dance. You're stressed? He'll sit at the bar and drink with you. You don't drink? Well shit.

☆ On the dancing note, he's not a huge dancer, but he'll stand beside you to make sure nobody steps out of line. He also 100% watches your ass while you sway your hips. Probably grinds if we're being honest.

♡

On the PDA side, he isn't big on it, in public or in private. Gotta maintain that tough guy image. He might have his hand in your back pocket or around your hip. In private he won't be big on it at first, but after a bit he might hold you. Not like hold-hold, but he'll put his arms around you.

Two-Bit -

I swear on my life, this man will throw the worst pick-up lines at you. He doesn't care that you're already dating, he'll do it.

" Yknow, if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber. "

" Two-Bit, I love you, but shut the fuck up. "

♡

PDA wise, he'll do it. That's about it. He'll do it. He wouldn't make out with you on the spot, but he'll hold you, kiss you on the cheek, whatever. He'll do it.

Steve -

He'd try to bake with you. This isn't a regular thing, but I think since he likes chocolate cake so damn much, he'd decide to make it. He just decided to bring you along for the ride. To summarize it, it was a mess.

" Steve.. when did that milk expire? "

" Says.. December, why? "

" What year, Steve. "

" ... Ohhh.. "

♡

This mf is just a leveled-down Dallas ( in the best way possible ). He acts all tough/tuff but would do subtle acts. Hands around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours, the basics. In private he'd definitely hold you, though.

I love them all so much

[sunshine-on-marz]

Darry Curtis x Home Baker Reader

Basically Darry with sunshine reader but shhhhhhhh

For the loml @st4rgzer

⋆ For starters, he’s so supportive

⋆ Just freaking adores your baking

⋆ You get very good at baking chocolate cake because you’re making it. Constantly.

⋆ He also just thinks your the sweetest thing ever (pun intended)

⋆ About kills Dallas a couple times for criticizing you or your baking

⋆ Speaking of Dallas, you and him have a similar relationship to what he had with Mrs.Curtis

“Dallas Winston why is there a cigarette lit inside my house?” you ask as you walk into the living room. “I’m puttin out, I’m puttin it out” he mutters as he stubs the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table. “Y’know, I don’t even know why you have this thing if you and Darry are so anti-smokes” he says, you roll your eyes “you just used it, didn’t you?” You ask incredulously, smile playing on your lips. “Yea yea” he mutters

⋆ The gang calls you and Darry, Mom and Dad

⋆ Darry claims not to like it

⋆ Secretly he’d be so sad if they stopped

⋆ Let me just reiterate that this man ADORES YOU.

⋆ He gets home from work and immediately asks you about your day, won’t tell you about his until you atleast say “it was good”

⋆ If you say it’s bad he offers to let you talk about it

⋆ Most nights consist of you massaging his back and shoulders while you two talk about your day

“Well I delivered a pie to this older woman over on the East Side and she was just the sweetest thing! Oh she was lovely Darrel, and her husband too? Gosh they were just the kindest souls” you giggle as you ramble on about your day. “That oughta be us someday, yea?” He hums, turning around from where he’d been leaned against your chest to kiss your cheek. “I think that could be arranged”

⋆ Also, you call him Darrel and he loves it

⋆ Don’t get me wrong, you also give him a billion nicknames, along with his preexisting ones

⋆ But the way his name sounds from your lips just drives him nuts

⋆ Also the boys love you

⋆ Not just Pony and Soda, but the whole gang

⋆ You, rather quickly, took on a motherly roll

“Those better not be work boots on my freshly mopped floor” you call over your shoulder as you hear Soda and Steve come inside, two quick “Sorry!”’s sound from the living room as they turn back around to put the boots on the porch

⋆ You bake Darry (and all the boys) a cake for his birthday.

⋆ Not just the regular chocolate cake he’s been making constantly his whole life. But a nice, double layered, decorated, dream. It took you all day.

⋆ He cries.

⋆ Darry refuses to let you help more than absolutely needed for bills so you buy things for him and the boys

⋆ You buy Pony some nice, new, good condition books, and that boy decides that if Darry ever breaks up with you he’s running away

⋆ Yea no, Soda and Pony are on your side in any and every argument

⋆ Not that you and Darry fight often

⋆ Maybe once every couple months, but you never go to bed angry.

⋆ The day he realizes he’s in love with you is when he came home from work to both his brothers asleep on the couch next to you, and you folding laundry

“Now what’s all this?” He smiles, coming over to kiss your forehead. “They had rough days” you tell him. “So you’re babysitting?” He asks, you playfully glare at him. “It’s not babysitting, it’s comforting” you say, he just hums. “And laundry is a part of comforting?”. You roll your eyes, carefully getting off the sofa. You walk over and put your arms over his shoulders. “Will you ever just let me help around here without telling me I dont have too?” You hum, he shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you. “Dar’. I like helpin’” you say softly, he smiles against your cheek, where he’s pressing small kisses “I know you do. You’re so amazing. So so so amazing”

⋆ He just adores having someone like you around

⋆ Swears up and down no one as great as you has or will ever exist

⋆ Your kinnda known around Tulsa as the “sweet baker girl” so people leave you alone

⋆ The gang jokes that you’re the joining force between Socs and Greasers

⋆ But on the off chance someone does mess with you?

⋆ Darry raises hell

⋆ And if you’re physically hurt?

⋆ He basically puts you on home lockdown because he does not want you to see the side of him that whoever hurt you is about to see

⋆ On a less violent note!

⋆ He always makes sure you have fresh flowers

⋆ No matter what.

⋆ Even if it means picking some from some garden. He makes damn sure you have fresh flowers

EEEE MY FIRST OUTSIDERS POST!!!!!!! More are on the way (Johnny Cade fic soon maybe possibly)

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Proposal

Pairing: Darry Curtis x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: Darry asks your abusive father for permission to marry you, a request that does not go over well. But Darry and you are determined to be together, no matter what it takes.

Warning: Verbally abusive father, drunk father, language, canon typical fighting

Prompts: This is for the @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me Valentine's Day event. I chose the prompts "I love you" and "I could marry you right now". Enjoy!

"Get off of my porch and oughta my sight, you filthy little-"

"Dad?" You walked faster down your street at the sound of your father's slurred cursing, paper bags full of groceries heavy in each arm.

"Look, I'm just trying to do things the right way, she deserves the best,"

"Oh god," you broke into a run. "Dad? Darry?"

"Then why the hell you comin' here askin' for her?"

"I can take care of her a whole lot better than you can,"

You rounded the corner to see your Dad backing Darry out onto the front porch. Your father was drunk again, but then there was seldom a time where he wasn't drunk.

"I'm about to take care of you right now." Your father raised the half empty beer bottle in his fist just as you kicked open the broken metal gate guarding the overgrown lawn to you and your father's dilapidated house.

"Dad, stop!" You dropped the groceries without thinking, running up the creaky porch steps to stand between him and Darry.

"Baby," Darry's tone softened.

"I told you not to bother with askin," you looked over your shoulder at him, noting how he had gotten dressed up for the occasion.

"There is no way in hell that I'll ever let you marry him." Your dad waved his beer bottle at you. "Now get in the house."

"No, Dad." You shook your head even as your insides trembled. "Darry and I have a plan, we've had it for a while. We're getting married."

"You are not! I won't let you!"

"I don't need your permission, Dad, I'm leaving."

"What the," your father spluttered. "If you leave I'll call the police and have him and his brothers arrested."

"For what? Taking care of your daughter?" Darry took a step closer, his chest pressing against your back. "I love her, sir. I love her and I'm gonna take care of her."

# # # # #

"He said what?!" Ponyboy burst out laughing as he flopped on the couch next to Sodapop. "Our Darry?"

"This stays in the family, all right?" Darry reached out for you as you came from the kitchen to the living room where the brothers all sat, tugging you easily into his lap. "Not a word about it to any of the others."

"We wouldn't want anyone else to know he's a softie." You grinned as you settled against him, draping your arms around his shoulders with your legs pulled into his lap.

Darry rolled his eyes but didn't bother to hide his smile. "I could marry you right now." He bumped his nose against yours.

"Can't wait three more days?" You nuzzled right back. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch until then."

"Let Ponyboy take the couch, he don't mind," Sodapop nudged Ponyboy who nodded willingly.

"I love you." Darry said.

You blinked, surprised that he said it in front of his brothers. "I love you too."

"What do you say we go wake up the justice of the peace now and have ourselves a wedding?"

You laughed. You should have known something like this was going to happen. A midnight wedding seemed the perfect start to the crazy life you and Darry were going to make together.

"Of course, babe. I'd love that."

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dare."

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[2knightt]

The boys reactions if you asked to do their makeup?

the gangs reactions to you wanting to do their makeup!

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.mentions of putting concealer and foundation on, so like just imagine you bought ones that match them lol

3.swearing and minor violence at the end.

Johnny Cade ;

“johnnycakes, would you let me do your makeup?”

you said looking at your boyfriend sitting on your bed as you did your own makeup at your vanity.

“h-huh? like..on me?”

“yes johnny, on you.”

johnny wanted to object he really did but when you just stared at him he got nervous.

he just nodded his head yes because he didn’t want to disappoint you.

so you smiled as wide as you could and shot up out of your seat.

“really?! you’d let me?”

“huh uh…”

“EEK! well, sit down!!”

johnny sighs as he makes his way over to the chair.

johnny didn’t know what you were gonna do to him!

well, he did have an idea. he watches you do your makeup so often that he’s memorized your routine.

he has to admit, he was scared at first, but when you started to do his makeup he immediately relaxed.

johnny didn’t know you doing his makeup could be this relaxing.

he almost fell asleep!

johnny’s scared of the eyelash curler. he doesn’t like how close it is to his eye.

when you’re finished and you show him the finished product, he can’t help but look at himself at all angles!

“so? did i do good?”

“yeah, real good.”

Dallas Winston ;

only way you’re gonna do his makeup is if you have pity points!

if he forgot something special or you guys just finished settling an argument and he feels bad? you just got yourself dallas winston pity points!

put ‘em to good use.

but if you’re askin’ to do his makeup, i think you are!

“dal..?”

“yea?”

“can i do your makeup?”

expect him to slowly turn his head towards you with shock and disgust.

he has dignity!! he’s a cool tuff grease, what makes you think he’s gonna put ANY sort of makeup on??

“no.”

“well, do you remember the time that you got mad at me for like no reason? you still gotta make it up to me..”

“FINE. i’ll let you do my makeup. just don’t bring that up again.”

you smile as you grab your makeup bag while dallas groans.

if you have one of those cute lil headbands with animal ears on them please put them on him?? it’d be so funny??

“y/n are you fucking kidding me?”

“what do you mean dal? you look so cute!”

dallas has ZERO clue on what you do for makeup.

he doesn’t even know what concealer is.

when your finished he just blankly stares into the mirror while you laugh your ass off.

“this isn’t funny.”

“no-no you’re absolutely right! i-it’s just the fact that thee dallas winston is wearing makeup!”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

“gee, pony. im realll bored..”

when you started anything with ‘gee’ ponyboy knew you were gonna suggest something stupid.

“*sigh* what do you want to do, y/n?”

“you should let me do your makeup!”

ponyboy scrunched his face up at the idea, but the longer he thought about it, the more okay he was.

“okay, just don’t make it wear it out in public as some cruel prank.”

“i would never!”

ponyboy would also be another one to find you doing his makeup relaxing.

he doesn’t close his eyes though, he’s too busy asking and trying to guess what you do with everything.

“oh! what’s that for? is it to like…pluck my eyebrows?”

“no pony, it’s to curl your lashes.”

“what.”

he thinks you beating his face with a beauty blender is ticklish.

“stop moving!! im trying to blend out the foundation!!”

“it ain’t my fault it tickles!”

but when you’re done he definitely forgets it’s on and goes into the living room with the gang in there.

“WOAHHH WHAT’S ON YOUR FACE PONY?”

“you got something to tell us, kid?”

“OH SH-“

and now he’s running to his room to tell you to take it off as you hear the gang laughing like hyenas in the other room.

“y/n, y/n please take this off. i need to go get a pepsi.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

he is absolutely for the idea of you doing makeup on him!

when you asked him he smiled so bright, you could’ve sworn you looked right into the sun!

“love…you should like, let me do your makeup.”

“yeah!! let’s do it!!”

when you get your makeup out, expect him to be touching everything.

the second you put something down, it’s already in his hands.

“ew, why is it sticky?!”

“cause it’s a primer, babe. it’s supposed to be sticky.”

he puts you on his lap while you do his makeup so, ‘you can see better.’

yeah right.

so the whole time while you’re doing his makeup he has his hands around your waist with his eyes closed.

OH MY GOD PLEASE LET HIM PICK THE EYESHADOW COLOUR.

he may pick ugly colours that totally clash, but it’ll make him happy.

“uhh, oh! i like this red and…that purple!”

“…seriously?”

if you put lipstick on him, expect him to try to be kissing you all the time.

“soda!! stop tryin’ to kiss me, i’m trying to put the makeup away!”

“aweee, y/n doesn’t want my kisses…??”

let him have at least one and he’ll feel better.

he DEFINITELY keeps it on all day.

“what the fuck are you wearing?”

“you don’t like it stevey wevey?🥺”

he says while making duck lips in steves direction.

Darry Curtis ;

you have to ask when he’s tired.

because when he’s with you and tired, he’ll let anything you do slide.

so while he’s sitting on his chair with his head thrown back after ponyboy and soda are sleep, it’s the best time to ask.

“hey darry?”

“..yea?”

“since you ain’t doing much, can i..do your makeup?”

his eyebrows immediately tighten at the thought, but after 10 seconds he realizes theres no use in putting up a fight.

“sure doll. just be quick.”

and on that que, you’re rushing to get everything you need!

i don’t see darry liking the feeling of makeup, so this does infact have to be a speedy process.

he doesn’t ask what anything is, he trusts you enough to know what you’re doing.

he does not let you ANYWHERE near his eyes though, it freaks him out too much. but if you’re dead set on doing full glam, expect a long conversation of trying to convince him.

“do you really have to?”

“yes darry, eyeshadow and mascara is the KEY to any makeup look! especially with these pretty browns you have!”

when your done he’ll go look in the bathroom mirror and laugh a little before he asks for you to take it off.

if you’re feeling a little silly funny and goofy, do not take the lipstick off. let it stay there and pray it stays on ‘till the morning.

and if it does? you and the gang will have a field day oh my god.

“wow, super man! what do you do at night?”

“..what?”

“JESUS CHRIST DARRY, WHY DO YOU HAVE LIPSTICK ON?”

“…WHAT?!”

Steve Randle ;

unlike his best friend, steve isn’t one for makeup.

he’s ‘too tuff for any of that!’

bullshit!

all you gotta do is twirl your pretty hair and flutter those lashes and he’ll do it.

“aw, c’mon steve! it won’t be too long..”

“fine. but speak of this to anyone and i’ll tell them about last tuesday.”

and that’s how you got steve to sit down all nice and pretty to do his makeup!

he stares at you while you do his makeup.

he doesn’t have a goddamn clue what’s going on.

he barely understands foundation, so please be patient. he will ask what everything does too.

“whats that do?”

“this is blush steve, can’t have you lookin’ like a ghost.”

another one that picks out the eyeshadow colour, expect he actually picks good colours.

he is very aware of the what colours clash and what doesn’t, and he cannot be looking like a clown around you.

“pick which colours!”

“the cream and this blue.”

he is very nervous about the mascara, very.

but once you do one eye, he’ll even blink to help you!

when you’re done he thinks you did a great job!

he might even go terrorize sodapop for the jokes.

“don’t ya think i look pretttttyyy mr.curtis?”

“steve, get out of my house and never come back.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

he isn’t new to makeup in any shape or form.

so if you ask him to do his makeup, he’ll nod his head real aggressively.

“babyy…you should let me do your makeup.”

“i thought you’d never ask!”

his little sister has definitely put makeup on him before, but like, only kiddie makeup.

so when he seen the makeup you had?? he was astonished to say the least.

“woahh! you have actual eyeshadow, and real blush!”

he will sit there looking pretty, kicking his feet as you apply the highlighter to his face.

he licks off the lipstick as soon as you put it on.

he doesn’t mean too! he’s used to his little sisters chapstick that tastes like cherries.

when you’re finished his look, he WILL keep it on with pride.

he doesn’t care.

“two-bit, are you fucking serious.”

“yes i am. my wonderful girlfriend put it on, isn’t she just the sweetest?”

“…”

“I SAID, isn’t she just the sweetest.”

and now he’s a man with makeup, holding a switchblade, threatening someone to call his girlfriend sweet.

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may 14th, 2023.

[emasstars]

pet names

stupid pet names they’d call you | fluff/crack

a/n: i felt bad for barely posting the past few days. i’ve been working on something, i’ve just been lacking motivation to continue it. so, here’s this to pass time!

ponyboy would call you his muse, the corny-ass boy he is. the amount of poems he’d write while thinking about you is embarrassing, and it’s more embarrassing that he’s ashamed to show them to you.

johnny would call you cupcake. he panicked one day, and it slipped out, and even though you started laughing at him, he kept calling you it. at least he always thinks of you whenever he passes a bakery!

dally would call you babes. it’s so stupid, and it only works because of his new york accent. otherwise, he’d sound like the asshole he is. he says it so much, too. it’s like he calls you it just to annoy you. spoiler alert: he does. bastard.

sodapop would call you the cringiest things ever. honey buns, sweetie pie, snookums, etc. you name it, he would call you it. and, if you’ve been in a relationship for a while, he will start saying you’re his wife/husband to waiters and stuff.

darry would call you sweetie or sweetheart. it depends on his mood. sometimes, he’ll call you the light of his life. he only calls you the light of his life after long days, and in his bed with a dim light setting a low glow in the room.

two-bit would call you the stupidest things ever. pookie-poo, kitten whiskers, babypie, etc. if you’re in a particularly professional setting, he will call you snuggluffagus. no one can stop him, and if you ask him to call you something normal, he cannot. he is physically unable to.

steve would only call you pet names in private. in public, he’ll just call you by your name. in private, though, when the day’s just ended, he’ll practically worship you, calling you his angel, his queen/king, a god(dess), etc.

[18caramel]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫! (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐡𝐜𝐬! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

A/N I hate spiders ewwww but here you go. no spiders were harmed :) no specific terms for the reader ♡ pics from Pinterest

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

when Soda hears you scream "oh my, it's huge!" Darry gives him a weird look but laughs it off

he immediately rushes into his room to see what was happening

he sees you standing on top of the bed, terrified

he doesn't understand at first and jokes about it

but then sees that you are very overwhelmed and tries to comfort you

when he takes off his shoe you beg him to let it run away or take it outside

he giggles and tries to catch it and you kind of forget your fear for a moment

he's so gentle with it just like with any other creature when he finally catches it with a towel

you watch him let it go and then ask him to wash his hands

Soda rolls his eyes but goes

when he comes back you pull him into a tight hug

you both fall on top of the bed and Soda mocks you, saying "if it was huge, I must be giant"

you roll your eyes at him and he pulls you into a passionate kiss

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

you were hanging Curtis’ clothes outside to dry because it was a summer evening

Darry was tired from his shift so he was smoking a cigarette on the porch

suddenly you scream as you see a huge black spot on the white t-shirt

Darry rushes to come and help you out but you both get stuck in the wet bedsheet that you just hung up

both of you fell on the floor laughing about it

but now you have to wash it again

and then you see the spider crawling on Darry's hair

you scream again but can't get up

Darry can't stop laughing at you

he gently takes the spider WITH HIS BARE HANDS and throws it far away

when you both get up he spins you around, still happy about what has happened

you apologize for falling down and wrecking the clothes

he kisses you on your forehead saying it was okay and he actually had fun

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

you were driving with him, headed home

he was talking to you about his promotion when all of a sudden you saw a spider

Steve is very pissed at you for making his heart stop

you understand in a way because you were on the road

but he gets it too, he knows you hate them

he pulls up to a random house and tries to catch it, but you can't be emotionally there because you feel trapped

when he finally gets it out of the car he comes over to you to give you a hug

you cry into his shoulder because you got very emotional and scared

even if Steve is very tired from his shift and also dirty he pulls you into a hug

he tells you that it's okay

he reminds you that it was harmless but knows you won't ever listen

you thank him for being there for you

but you still can't forget about it when you get inside

Steve turns on the radio and you dance together

you are so happy to be with him and he's soooo happy too! aw

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

you almost faint when you see a spider in Dally’s bathroom

there was a huge party at Buck's so Dally is waiting for you in his room, making sure nobody would storm inside

when he hears you scream he straight away pulls out his g*n

you ran out of the bathroom half naked yelling about a spider

you ask him if he was really about to use it on a freaking spider and you laugh so hard

but Dally is not in a mood so he is really about to show you that he's capable of doing it

but lets go of that idea as soon as he realizes that you are half naked

he kind of wants to make out

but you tell him that he has to get rid of it immediately

as he tries to catch it you are even more terrified

Dallas is mocking you when he catches it with a cup

you ask him if he's going to let it escape but he says no

you get mad at him and go to bed

he knows you are watching him slowly open the window and let the spider go

he rolls his eyes when he sees you giggling

"now you owe me" he says, taking your hand to go and shower together ;)

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

when you call Ponyboy to rescue you he is so freaking nervous but tries to hide it

you saw it crawling near his books

when you tell him where you saw it, he panics even more

you jump on the bed, waiting for your hero to do something

he wants to laugh it off but can't

Pony is too scared to ruin one of his books so he lifts each one carefully trying to spot your enemy

Pony could never kill a spider

so when he finds it he slides it on a piece of paper and goes to throw it outside the window

you give him a peck on his cheek making him blush

he gets sooooo shy but also proud of himself

you go and lie down together on the bed

you know he was scared too but chose not to say anything about it

he is acting all heroic and you secretly love it

(yes he will check if anything happened to his books when you leave)

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

Johnny hates spiders

but he loves you more (duh)

so when he hears you scream in your room, he rushes back from the kitchen to help you

neither of you can spot it any longer, so you both fall asleep

Johnny is there to comfort you during the night

he tells you that it probably went away

but in the morning when you go to the bathroom you see a giant spider in the corner of the wall

you scream again and run back to your room

this time Johnny takes a deep breath in and takes your slipper

but you tell him that you want it to live

it creates an even bigger challenge because Johnny could never touch it

both of you sit on the bed and talk about your fears

you both decide to do it together

he grabs a piece of paper and you bring a cup

in the end you succeed and let the spider go outside

you are very proud of yourselves for doing something so brave

Johnny is so grateful to have you as a partner

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭

he actually loves spiders and insects and you know it

so when you see a spider in the living room of Curtis' house you run to the kitchen to find him

he was eating cake

he didn't care at first but then was intrigued

he started asking you all sorts of questions like how big and what species it was

you roll your eyes and he laughs

but he knows you despise them so he actually lets go of his cake (wow) and runs into the living room

he makes a joke about the spider wanting to watch Mickey with you

you can't help but laugh too (come on its funny)

Two-Bit gently grabs it and even tries to touch it

you're so disgusted that you leave the room

when he comes back he makes a sad face saying that you're too scared of them

then he jokes that if you want to build the future together you must accept his love for spiders

you playfully slap him saying it will never happen

you both chill on the couch while Two-Bit is busily thinking about naming that spider

then he wants to prank one of his friends (Pony ofc) with it but you talk him out of it (thankfully)

you gently kiss his lips, forever grateful to have someone like him by your side whenever you feel scared.

[aratakatism]

dating darry headcanons (f!reader)

he leaves you for a man

[b0n3s-is-gay]

I can't help falling in love with you~

Synopsis: Darry comes home after a long... LONG day at work. Opening the door to see his darling girlfriend swaying to the radio, cooking one of his mom's recipes for dinner, and singing...

CWs: None, just fluff... Maybe a bit of appreciation for this man, mentions of marriage, slow dancing in the kitchen, high school sweethearts, Proposal (HE DESERVES A HAPPY ENDING, AND I WILL WRITE THAT HAPPY ENDING GODDAMN IT!!!).

Coming home after a long day, working out in the sun as the chill of autumn slowly creeped in, was both a blessing and a curse... It was a blessing because this is where his family is, where his brothers, gang, and partner since high school are always. But it was also a curse because after a long day, all he wanted to do was relax without loud noises...

Stepping through the door, he was met by the soft sounds of the radio and the gang was quiet. Sodapop and Steve were playing cards, Dally was drinking with Twobit and watching Mickey, Ponyboy was reading to Johnny... And then there was his partner... In the kitchen cooking dinner and listening to the radio. "Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you..." Her voice started as she stirred the soup. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?~" She sang swaying in the kitchen in time with the love song.

A smile gently graced Darry's lips as he walked into the kitchen, picking up the lyrics like it was just them in the whole house. He cleared his throat and smiled. His hands found purchase on her hips and swayed with her for a minute, just enjoying the moment of peace between them.

Darry pulled back when the next verse and gently spun her around. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..." The soft chuckles emanating from her throat made his heart skip a beat... Moments like these just made him want to spend the rest of his life like this.

Hands clasped, singing while cooking together, just general domestic stuff. It made his heart swell since moments like this, between both of them, were few and far between. But given a chance, a real chance in a world where money didn't matter, he'd marry her in a heart beat. Fancy wedding or not, this is what Darrel Shaynne Curtis dreamed of...

"Take my hand, take my whole life, too..." She sang as Darry's hands rested on her hips, like he was always meant to be here. Body's touching and loving gazes being shared between two hopelessly in love people.

"For I can't help falling in love with you..." He concluded as he gently dipped her, making her squeal and wrap her arms around his neck. Darry smiled and gently pecked her lips.

If anyone didn't know any better, it would look like two sappy teenagers on prom night.

Unbeknownst to the two love birds, the other boys had looked away from what they were doing and gathered at the kitchen to see what all the noise was about. They didn't expect to see Darry singing and being an overall sap, but Sodapop and Ponyboy smiled since it was one of the first times since their parents passed away that Darry seemed genuinely smiled and let loose. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea..." He started with a smile as he pulled them both up, continuing to sway her around in his arms. "Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be..." She picked up where he left off, smiling as she cupped his cheek.

Darry smiled as he gently twirled her again, his heart melting with her soft chuckles and her smile that was almost contagious. Pulling her back against his front he gently watched her pull away to stir the soup so it didn't stick to the bottom of the pot.

Darry was never spontaneous, but something felt like he just had to do this now. He knelt down on one knee and pulled out his mother's wedding ring. When she turned around, he smiled and simply finished the song. "Take my hand... Take my whole life, too? For I can't help falling in love with you..." He smiled, changing the last bit of the song into the question. He held the ring out for her, he didn't need all them fancy theatrics...

Looking up at her hopefully, waiting for her answer. A soft voice came from her throat, answering his question. "For I can't help falling in love with you...~" She nodded gently, letting him slip the ring onto her finger before pulling him into a tight hug, dinner long forgotten.

The rest of the gang watched on, wondering when Darry got the balls to do something this spontaneous. Ponyboy and Sodapop exchanged glances and then silently motioned for the rest of the gang to leave them be. "Let them be, let 'em have their moment..." Sodapop said as he walked away.

Now alone, Darry just held her, sitting in wonder at what just fucking happened. "I can't believe you said yes... I love you..." He whispered, holding her tightly. "I'm a bit shocked, but I do mean yes... I love you more..." She whispered back squeezing him tightly.

[panickingpansexuality]

Imagine telling Darry you want to marry him while drunk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pony and Johnny laugh in the couch at you two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darry presses his face into your hair and laughs quietly.

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

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

"I know!" You say.

"What's the question?" Dally asks.

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

Dally starts laughing too and so does Steve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[poop7969]

Does anyone else not care for darry x paul

[raikan624]

Flowers

Summery: Reader buys Darry flowers because he's been stressed lately Contains: Darry Curtis x reader, reader has no gender, 2nd pov writing Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff!!, reader has actual specific dialogue in this, reader is implied(?) to be shorter than him (sorry!!), maybe ooc Darry, very short Prompt: “I bought you flowers”, “for what?”, “there has to be a reason?” Word Count: 240

A/N: Hope you enjoy the first Flufftober drabble!! Felt like Darry needed some love and this prompt screams him, so, yeah! :3 (By the way, I have no clue about flower arrangements and bouquets and what looks good, I just picked a few flowers with romantic symbolism and wham! bouquet, so I’m sorry if it isn’t a good one 😭)

You could tell Darry was home from the way you heard the truck engine come to a stop, and you acknowledged the screen door somewhat quietly clattering shut as you waited for Darry in the kitchen, having forgotten that you left the pretty bouquet of flowers - including moonflowers, white yarrow, and forget-me-nots amongst others - on the coffee table.

You’d decided to buy him flowers because you felt like he deserved a little something since he’s been awfully stressed lately with work and you’d noticed that the days have left him more tired and troubled, trying to get food on the table and pay the bills and put up with the gang when they did something insanely stupid.

”What’s this?” Darry called out from the living room. You padded out from the kitchen, confused for a moment before you remembered that you’d bought him flowers.

“Oh, I bought you flowers,” you told him.

“What for? Our anniversary isn’t coming up for a few more months.”

"There has to be a reason to buy you flowers?” You walked towards him and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, a smile playing on your lips.

Darry instinctively put his hand on your waist and gently pulled you closer to his tall frame, resting his chin on the crown of your head and murmuring a soft “thank you, darlin’,”

[teddy06writes]

Morning Routines

Darry Curtis x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: None

Premise: Slice of life of Darry with an autistic s/o

(The brain rot is fucking real. Also Darry is also autistic. I have another Darry one shot that I'm like halfway through)

Knock knock knock

"It's open! How many times have we told you don't need to knock sweetheart?" Darry asked, pulling open the door with a soft smile.

You held up the box of doughnuts the gang would surely inhale in a matter of minutes, and the drink carrier holding your usual morning drinks, "Hands were full."

For months now, you'd followed the same morning routine, week in and week out, arriving at the Curtis house each morning, in time to join them for breakfast, and help Darry usher his brothers through getting ready for work and school respectively.

Saturdays brought Darry's day off, and like clock work you would arrive with breakfast for the gang, and spend the morning with them until it was time to head off for your evening shift at the diner.

"How was work last night?" Darry asks, as you head through to the kitchen, having immediately taken both items from your hands.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, "Not fantastic, but there's been worse. Decent tips though."

Darry hummed, going through the cabinet to pull out plates, "Well, maybe tonight will be better."

"Hopefully," You sat at your usual seat at the kitchen table, pulling the newspaper toward you, and beginning to finger through the sections, "Nobody up yet?"

"Nah. Soda and Steve took the girls out last night, and Dal took Pony and Johnny down to the races with Two-Bit," He sat down beside you, "They didn't get back till late. Pony'll be out cold for at least another hour."

You pushed half the newspaper toward him, the sports section sitting on top, as he plopped the usual doughnuts onto your plates. You and Darry sat in comfortable silence, reading through the newspaper and drinking coffee.

Eventually, Johnny slipped into the kitchen quietly, hair and clothes from the day before mussed from sleeping on the couch. He sheepishly took a doughnut, like always, as you and Darry swapped sections of the paper.

Down the hall you could hear Soda starting to stirr, mumbling to himself as he padded to the bathroom. Johnny disappeared back into the living room and you could hear the low hum of whatever channel with early enough programming to show the westerns he liked. Soda shuffled through the kitchen, looking half awake until he spotted the doughnuts on the table, "Oh my god, I forgot it's Saturday!"

Excitedly, he filled a plate with a jelly and a sprinkled doughnut, holding up his hand to theatrically whisper to you, "This is why you're my favorite."

Darry rolled his eyes, swatting at his brother with his half of the paper, "Watch it little buddy."

Soda only laughed, heading for the living room, "Whatcha watchin Johnnycakes?"

You chuckled, refolding the paper neatly and reaching for the pen that always sat on the counter, "If doughnuts are all it takes to bribe that boy, I should be getting a free pop every time I stop by the DX."

Half an hour later, you were nearly finished with the crossword, when the screen door banged open, and Two Bits loud laugh was filling the house, punctuated by a loud groan from down the hall in Ponyboys room.

When you flinched at the noise, Darry scolded, "Don't you go slamming my door Mathews."

"Don't you go telling me to quiet down, Curtis," Two Bit appeared in the doorway of the kitchen with a fake stern look on his face, Steve hovering over his shoulder, "How am I meant to be quiet on the beautiful morning like this?"

Steve shoved him aside to get to the box of doughnuts first, "How should we know, you never shut your trap?"

You chuckled, rolling your pen in your fingers, "You've got a point."

"Keith Matthews and Steven Randle, I might've known," Ponyboy stood in the kitchen door, half wrapped in his quilt, and looking murderous, "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to mess with a man's slumber?"

"Well yeah, but I ain't bothering no mans slumber, Ponykid."

Pony was jumping at Two Bit in an instant, and you and Darry watched them wrestle across the kitchen tile. Unbothered, he returned to the paper as you watched Steve take advantage of their distraction to steal the last jelly doughnut. With a chuckle you shifted in your seat, rocking slightly.

"Is that good coffee I smell?" Dallas appeared in the kitchen, expertly dodging the on going rough housing and reaching to take the last to go cup from the carrier you had left on the counter.

"I want you to consider that your payment for getting those two jerks out of the diner last week." You said, pointing at him with your pen.

Darry raised an eyebrow, looking up from his paper, "Dallas Winston, doing a good deed? I didn't think I'd live to see the day."

Dally tried to shrug it off, diverting, "Hey is that the last jelly doughnut?"

Steve's eyes widened, having finally been caught, "Uhh-"

Immediately, Two Bit was giving up on pinning Pony down, "You took the last jelly?"

"Relax, there's still plenty of chocolate glazed." Darry reported as Ponyboy scrambled up off the ground.

As the four dragged the argument about the last of the doughnuts back to the living room you rocked in your seat, shaking your head fondly.

Darry leaned over to your crossword, tapping at 7 down, "Six letter word for family: insane."

With another chuckle, you dutifully noted it down, "Undoubtedly."

Even with the argument lowered to a dull roar, Johnny had pumped up the tv volume to compete, much to your dismay. You shifted in your seat again, trying to focus back on the last few crossword clues.

"Let's go sit out on the back porch, get away from them for a while," Sensing your discomfort, Darry began to gather his coffee and the sports section to review one more time, standing up and offering you his hand, "I'll even let you talk my ear off about that show you've been watching."

You grinned, taking your crossword in one hand, and his own hand in the other, "Sounds like a dream."

[ranchiballz]

Operation Wingman

Pairing: Darry Curtis x F!reader

Word count: 1271

Description: Y/N is a new employee at Jim’s burger joint in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Ponyboy and Sodapop have been on a mission of helping Darry find a gal.

Authors note: heyyy. so, i’ve been gone. for like a whole year. my bad g. but anyways here’s part two when i publish it -

You push through the swinging door into the kitchen of the small but homely neighborhood diner, Jim's Burger Joint. The smell of fresh beef and fries hits your nose. You almost wince at how pungent it is, but then remember the smell of your other diner job at the Dingo. That place was the most rundown diner filled with robbers and pedos left and right. You couldn't go a day in that joint without something being stolen from you, whether it was your wallet or your innocence. You would have stayed if it wasn't for the never ending impending doom and soulless labor that they put you through. A dinging sound and the sound of shuffling boots pulls you out of your thoughts.You roll your way out of the kitchen and to the front counter.

“Come on Pony! Just one fresh soda and then we can go, I'll even get you a milkshake.” Says a chipper young boy with a wink, flashing a bright smile.

“But the movie starts in 30 minutes, Soda.  Johnny will be waiting for us . I don't want him to be alone. And why can't you just get a coke at the movies?” States an even younger boy.

“Because, child, their coke isn't as… crisp as this fine establishments.” The accentuation on the word crisp really pulled it all together. By the looks of them you had to guess they were Brothers. The slicked greasy hair, the soft eyes, the sibling banter.

 “Fine, but if Darry gives us shit about not being where we are supposed to, I'm blaming you.” The boy pouts. Both of them walk over to the end of the counter and take the last two seats. You quickly deliver a few burgers to the men at the bar counter. Each one looks at you, winks, thanks you, then digs into their oily fries like they haven't eaten in days. You make a face of disgust then smile when they notice. You roll your way over to the two young boys.

“Hi there, sorry about the wait, what can I get for you boys today?” You say pulling out your pad and a pen, you click the pen as you wait for the boys to give you their orders. As you look up you can see the youngest one staring at you. He sees you notice and looks down at his lap. The other boy is still looking at the menu of drinks. You can see the thoughts pondering in his mind, he was acting like this decision would be his last.

“Hm lets see here, a nice Coca- Cola sounds good, but i haven't had a Dr. Pepper in a while…” The boy continues to contemplate his decision. Your shoulders slump in boredom as he takes what feels like years to decide. You can feel your eyelids get heavy until you are interrupted again by his loud and excited voice. “Ok i will have one large, no, medium. No wait! Large, Dr. Pepper!” You jot down his drink and turn to the other boy.

“And for you?”

“Just a chocolate shake please, Ma’am, Thank you.” The younger boy says. You smile at them and nod as you skate off to back to grab their drinks.

“She's new here, right? Have you seen her here?” Ponyboy says turning to Soda 

“Nope haven't seen her til’ now. Hey, she's a pretty good looking gal” Soda says with a smirk on his face. “Wanna pull the good ol’ operation wingman?” Pony gave soda a disapproving look. Operation wingman was Soda's way of saying ‘Hey! That's a cute girl! Lets harass her into giving her number to their older brother because he's just a grumpy, lonely, muscle man that needs a loving gal in his life.’ Has it ever worked? No. Is that gonna stop him? Absolutely not.

“I don’t know Soda… The last time we did it we got in huge trouble, I mean, Darry got slapped. Can you imagine what would happen if it goes even worse?” Pony mentioned.

“First of all, Slapping her butt wasn't the original plan. I just HAPPENED to mention it to Two-Bit. He did it, then Darry paid the price. In all honesty I thought it would work.” Soda rebuked 

“Really, that was your plan. Wow you are quite the genius.”

“Hey woah man now don't get ugly on me.”

“Soda, I don't know. Shouldn't we let Darry find love for himself?”

“That workaholic is never gonna find a date. He goes to work, comes home, showers, reads his newspaper , and then goes to bed. No gal finds that attractive. He needs major help. I mean, the last time he talked to a woman was Mrs. Crawly down the road asking if he could get her cat down the tree.” Soda rants on. If Darry were here he would say otherwise. ( but yes that is the last time he had a conversation with a lady).

“I don’t know Soda, she's new, I don't want to scare her off already. And maybe she's a soc.”  Pony fights back.

“Oh come one man. Believe in something. Believe…” Soda looks at Pony with a pleading look. He knew that he was just trying to help his brother. But Soda wasn't Darry. Darry was a charming guy, but not like Soda. Soda had a natural effect on women and never struggled. So when he sees his brother struggling to get anywhere in life romantically, he plays cupid… more or less.

 Pony looks at the window through the diner to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of you. You were a pretty girl and from the sounds of it you were nice as well. Welcoming customers, smiling at them. You had just a nice smile overall, a very bright and kind one. Pony knew Darry needed someone like that. Almost on cue you started walking out with their drinks

“Fine, but we are doing it my way this time.” Pony whispers to Soda but quickly shuts up before you get there. 

“Alrighty boys here you go! Is that all for you today? You say pulling out your pen and pad.

“Yep, Thank you Ma’am. Um, but do you know when you guys close. Me and my friends were planning on coming in later.”  Pony takes a long swig of his shake. “And I-I mean this is the best shake I have ever had. If you are here tonight, would you be able to make me another one?” Ponys' request was sly and smart. Asking the perfect questions, all while keeping it subtle. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment. ‘What a weird thing to say’ you thought to yourself.

“Well lucky you, I'm actually closing today. The best time to come is 10. After rush, but before all them truckers come in. Guess I'll be seeing y’all tonight then” You smiled and handed them the bill and walked off to help another customer. Ponyboy looked at Soda with a smug look. Soda then looked at the clock and panic spread over his face.

“Shoot Pony we gotta go! We're gonna be late!” Soda yelled as he hopped off the bar stool and pulled out enough to cover the bill and a dollar as a tip. Pony and Soda ran out the door of the diner, But Pony hesitated and ran back inside. 

“What's your name Ma’am!” Pony yells in, grabbing everyone's attention.You whipped your head back. 

“Y/N!”  You yelled back. Ponyboy nodded and ran out the door again. You shook your head, and thought to yourself ‘what a bunch of funny kids’.