#darry curtis blurb

[2knightt]

CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

[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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[lilyxlovelyy]

Sodapop and his girlfriends first date? Can the girlfriend be basically a female version of him?? Maybe they could be in a secret relationship cause they know their friends would be annoying about them being together lmao

Of course 🎀 i’d love to do this!!!

Sodapop x female!Reader

Warnings: none, maybe a bit of smoking but nothing else 🤷‍♀️ (please tell me if there are anything I missed)

You were laying sprawled out on the curtis couch on one hot summer afternoon, nothing was going on. Absolutely nothing. to some that seems perfect but too you it was miserable. you were restless and aching for something to do but frankly it was way to hot to do anything besides plunge yourself into an ice bath. No one was around, they were either at work or out doing something on their own. Although you were bored you must admit silence was nice until sodapop, twobit, and Steve came barging the the front door. “Hey y/n” Soda said with a cheeky grin. “Hey” you replied and laid back down only sinking further into the couch. Twobit groans before parking himself down in the cozy armchair next to you. “Its to hot” soda moaned while splashing some water on his face in an attempt to cool off. “I know right.” Steve grumbled while laying down on the floor in a weird star fish pose. “Want some cake steve” soda asked with a grin to which steve surprisingly replied with a firm shake of his head. “No this heat is making me fucking nauseous” he sighed and rolled onto his stomach. You smirked down at steve before looking back up at soda “that’s surprising” you chuckled and sat up slowly. “Well we gotta do something to get our minds off this heat.” You said looking around the group. “What about ice cream!” Twobit said with his mouth full of cake. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. “For one, eat with your mouth closed and two… well i have nothing else to complain about lets get ice cream” she grinned and hopped up off the couch already walking towards the door with soda at my side. We were all standing by the door waiting for Steve. “Go with out me… i fear ill never get up… t-the heat is too much” Steve moaned dramatically while closing his eyes for extra dramatic effect. “ughhh, Steve shut up and lets go” you all three shouted in unison.“Fine” he groaned and we all made our way to the ice-cream shop done the street.Once we ordered me and soda sat at the picnic tables outside while Steve and twobit waited for their food.“Im glad we are here together” you smiled at him from across the table.“Yeah me too i just wished those two weren’t here” he rolled his eyes a grin still evident on his face.“Well its like our own secret date” you smiled and he smiled back.

[s1eepers]

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Mastersist

The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton

Darrel Curtis

Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews

Bob Sheldon

Steve Randle

Dallas Winston

Randy Adderson

Sodapop Curtis

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy Curtis

One Direction

Louis Tomlinson

Niall Horan

Zayn Malik

Liam Payne

Harry Styles

5 Seconds Of Summer

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin

Calum Hoods

Michael Clifford

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[anifever]

Ponyboy Curtis Blurbs ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Ponyboy Curtis x Reader (fem kinda implied)

୨୧ : Blurbs/hc’s about Ponyboy and being in a relationship with him

A/N : Idek what this is and it’s short but I love him. Also the first ‘fanfic’ I’ve ever posted so bare with me…

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୨ He ABSOLUTELY writes you love letters/poetry and slips in in your locker

୨ Was probably too embarrassed the first few times & just kept them to himself, but you found them one day and brought it up to him and he’s done it ever since

୨ Laying together on his and Soda’s bed, your head in his lap while he reads to you

୨ Cuddling and one of the boys barging in (he proceeds to get DOGGED ON by the guys and Darry makes you leave the door cracked)

୨ Johnny was the first to find out about his feelings for you. He ended up telling Soda, but then it got out to the entire gang

୨ He was teased about it constantly- mainly by Steve, Two, and Dallas

୨ Study dates 🤭🤭

୨ Old couples always gushing about ‘young love’ when you’re out in public together

୨ Him constantly insisting on walking you home and to/from anywhere in general

୨ It’s kinda canon he gets flustered easily so him getting sososo embarrassed whenever you compliment or kiss him/simply be affectionate

୨ Him using your initial as a variable for math classes ?)28/82&2&:&

୨ Very expected, but always watching the sunset together

୨ Tries so hard to be tuff in front of the gang but he always melts when it comes to you

୨ Keeping a heart locket with a pic of you and him in it

୨ In turn, he has a pic of you in his wallet

୨ Always going to the drive-in together then debriefing the movies after

୨ Going to a school dance together and him being all bushy and nervous- the guys obviously teasing you again but also being sweet

୨ ^^^ Darry yapping about “no funny business”

୨ Cheering him on from the sidelines during track meets

୨ Comforting him after he has an argument with Darry

୨ Along with that, he probably smarts off to Darry when your name is brought up. If Darry says you’re a ‘distraction,’ Pony will be having none of that

୨ Getting caught under a mistletoe during Christmas at the Curtis house and him malfunctioning + getting teased by the boys (ONCE AGAIN)

୨ Hanging out with him and Johnny and kissing him on the cheek before getting up to use the bathroom or something, and him giving Johnny a lil’ sly smirk with bright red cheeks once you walk away

୨ Constantly trying to get him to quit smoking; it’s hard but he’s at least down from 2 packs a day because of you

୨ Fussing whenever he comes back from a rumble, but never hesitating to help fix him up even if he might grumble about ‘being fine’

୨ Passing notes to each other during classes

୨ Two-Bit yelling stupid shit like “use protection” when you go ANYWHERE by yourselves, even if you’ll just be gone a split second

୨ Speaking of going places yourselves, Darry’s extremely hesitant/strict about it for multiple reasons

୨ Probably has ‘the talk’ with you guys and you’re both extremely uncomfortable- sitting there like 🧍🧍‍♀️

୨ Him giving you book recommendations, vice versa

୨ He’s the type of person to prefer holding pinkies- at least in public or until you guys are around Soc’s and he gets protective

୨ If this is all during the events of The Outsiders- you going to the church with Dallas and telling him & Johnny off for being idiots but also being extremely worried

୨ Making him keep his hair un-greased more often so you can play with it

୨ Overall, sososo much teasing from the rest of the guys LMAO

[specific-dreamer]

i didn’t?? see this ?? but yes omg

i imagine that’s when paul finally sees darry again (like per the original plan, he finally gets what he wants which was a chance to see/talk to darry again) like b4 wise yeah the gang knows pony’s hanging out paul and they’ve caught the two together but this is the first time paul makes a move.

and paul coming over to talk to darry, to bare his soul so to speak about how “yh i can see how you can get to this conclusion especially since my pseudo brother beat the shit out of one of urs, but consider: i’ve had a change of heart” and, purely fantastical bc canon darry would never but also bc i think it’s funny, darry would be hesitant at first but ultimately sees how happy pony is and is like yeah alright if johnny says sure then bygones are bygones. but soda? he’s like candace from phineas and ferb the way he’s looking for a reason to hate paul. him and two-bit. (i think johnny sees how comfortable pony is around them and doesn’t care, like im sure he keeps his distance whenever the socs are around but since it isn’t often there’s no real worry.)

i don’t think they’d get back together, but i def think it makes darry’s heart flutter a little whenever he does see pony and paul. but it’s also bittersweet bc in one way he’s happy to find out that if things did i work between them his brother would’ve liked the guy but also far to much has happened for darry to want to give paul a second chance. like the reason they “broke up” is bc paul couldn’t understand why darry would put his family ?? his literal flesh and blood?? first, how can he trust that paul finally understands yk

mmm i’m thinking up an au where paul still harbors feelings for darry despite them being broken up and a summer fling at best. they’ve never actually met each others family so the curtis’ and co don’t know paul; everything they know about the others family is from the grapevine or stories they tell (which is to say paul could point out all of darry’s friends/family from a line up bc darry’s a chronic oversharer)

i digress. one day pauls out and he sees a kid getting jumped paul sees. at first he was just going to keep driving until he got a good glimpse at the kid and realized they look a lot like that pony kid darry use to tell him about and if he squinted he could even see hints of darry in him.

and he really ought not help, he especially shouldn’t be helping some greaser. but if he helps the kid, if he gets in close and pretends he really cares about the kid, there’s a chance he could win darry over again. because darry loves his siblings so what better way to win him over than helping his them ? so purely out of selfish desire does he help pony.

BUT weeks- nay months pass by and paul actually finds himself genuinely caring about pony. like he starts to think of pony as a little brother almost on the same level as he does bob. and he has yet to even see darry again

[callme-holly]

Yoo, like the fic you did of tim in readers house, and shes trying to get him out.

could you possibly do maybe a blurb or fic of having two-bit in readers rrom and them getting caught with their clothes still off? But they didnt do anything, they were just changing and readers brothers (curtis's) think they did smth🤨🤔😏😏

In reality they were just cuddling (as a couple not besties) and two-bit gets chases out the house, and reader is super embarrased.

I think this would be a really funny fix, LMAOO

Then at the end reader is SUPER embarrased, and they both get teased by thr gang in the afternoon. (bc this is in the mroning, like the tim sitch)

if you dont wanna do this ask, its alr!! Love ur work btw!!♥♥♥

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - in which two-bit mathews isn't the most subtle boyfriend

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been a little while but i'm back ya'll. kinda considering going on a long break bc i was unsure if anybody actually read my shit but im in too deep now!! asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.4k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing

A cool breeze swept in through your open window, and the sun was already high in the sky, casting long shadows that stretched from corner to corner of the bedroom. The curtains are open just enough for a ray of light to slip through, warming the sleep-rumpled sheets pooled around you. 

Beside you, with his arm draped lazily around your waist, lies Two-Bit Mathews, his rust-coloured hair sticking up at a variety of odd angles, his lips parted ever so slightly as he sleeps soundly. He looks unusually peaceful, and you take a second to admire him, gently tracing the freckles dusted across his bare shoulders with the pads of your fingers. There’s a small scar just above his brow, barely visible beneath the messy strands covering it, but you know it’s there all the same. It’s just one of the many things that you find yourself loving. 

Carefully, you brush his hair back into place and press your lips to his forehead, hoping to wake him before your brothers get out of bed and inevitably come knocking at your door. A soft groan rumbles through his chest, and you can see his eyes flutter open for a fleeting moment, bleary blue irises meeting yours as he tries to process where exactly he is. Then those eyes fall shut again, and you sigh heavily, leaning over to shake his shoulder lightly.

“Two, c’mon.” You whisper softly, earning another moan of protest as he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. 

“Five more minutes,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with sleep and his breath tickling your sensitive skin. It's rare to see him so disoriented, so out of it, and you can’t help but feel amused at his behaviour. 

However, your amusement quickly evaporates when you hear the telltale ring of Darry’s alarm, the sound shrill and piercing as it cuts through the silence. You cringe at the sound. Two-Bit grunts in displeasure, burying his face deeper into your shoulder. 

“It's not fair,” he whines, peering up at you. “How can they be awake already? It's Sunday morning. I want to sleep in.” Despite his words, his hold on you loosens slightly, and he pushes himself up onto his elbow, blinking hard until he focuses on your face, his eyes brightening significantly when he meets your gaze. 

The covers pool loosely around your waist as he shifts, and he immediately notices your bare torso, a broad grin spreading across his features.

“Woah, hey, cover up!” A loud laugh escapes him, and you're quick to slap a hand over his mouth, glaring down at him. 

“Shh, you idiot. Darry will hear you.” Two holds his hands up placatingly, his smile still in place as you pull your hand away, rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance at his antics. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a silent apology, one you accept easily, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls you closer. It’s sweet and simple, lasting no longer than a couple of seconds before you break apart, a soft smile playing at your lips. 

Two-bit stretches out beside you, propping his head up on his hand as he watches you intently, an unreadable expression in his eyes. You roll off of the mattress, ignoring the quiet whine of protest you get in response, padding across the room in search of your discarded clothes, which lay in a crumpled pile by the door. 

One glance at the clock tells you you've only got a couple minutes to get your very stubborn and very lazy boyfriend dressed and out of your window before Sodapop or Ponyboy come barging in.

With a heavy sigh, you pick up a pair of dark blue jeans, tossing them haphazardly towards Two, who catches them with a broad grin. 

“Put those on.” You mumble, turning back to search for your own clothes, only succeeding in finding your shirt before the door flies open, slamming against the wall and making both of you jump.

“Y/N, Darry wants—” Ponyboy stops short when his gaze lands on Two-Bit, whose jeans are halfway up his thighs, an almost comical look of confusion crossing his features before it's replaced with something akin to horror. “Oh my God,” he breathes out. “You guys...” He trails off, glancing over to you before slapping a hand over his eyes when he realises how very little you're wearing. 

“Get out!” You shriek, your cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red, and Pony doesn’t need to be told twice, turning on his heel and fleeing from the room, no doubt to go tell Darry about his new, and rather horrifying, discovery. 

You turn to look at Two-Bit, who, despite the situation, is still grinning like a madman as he pulls on his shirt, seemingly unfazed by everything that has happened in the last few seconds. That grin quickly fades, however, when a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, accompanied by Darry’s all-too-familiar bellow of your name. 

“Shit…” You curse, tugging on the remainder of your clothes, trying to usher your boyfriend to the window despite his protests. His arms wrap tightly around your midsection, preventing you from even attempting to escape, and though you try to kick and squirm out of his grasp, he simply refuses to release his grip on you, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Keith Mathews, I swear if you don't let me go right now—”

Your threats are interrupted as the door flies open for the second time that morning, and there stands Darry, his hands on his hips, his eyes blazing with a look that could only be described as murderous. You freeze, staring at him helplessly, and Two-Bit offers him a sheepish smile, slowly releasing you and backing away towards the open window. Before he reaches it, however, Darry steps forward, grabbing him by the back of his shirt roughly and dragging him back. 

“Darry!” You exclaim, sounding slightly exasperated as you watch your brother pull Two-Bit out of your room and down the hallway, cursing under his breath as he goes. You trail after them, pausing beside a rather surprised Sodapop and a very guilty-looking Ponyboy as Darry shoves Two out of the front door, crossing his arms and glaring down at him.

“If I find you sneaking in here to see her again, I'll skin you, you hear?” He growls, pointing a threatening finger at the younger greaser, who has the decency to look appropriately terrified, flashing you a pleading look. 

With a sigh, you step forward, placing a gentle hand on your brother’s forearm and forcing out a tight-lipped smile. “Darry, c’mon.” You try, “He wasn’t doing anything wrong.” 

It seems, however, that your pleas fall on deaf ears, and Darry turns sharply to glare at you, his expression stony. You quickly fall silent, listening as your older brother continues to scold Two-Bit, whose eyes are wide with a slight fear. Darry could be really frightening when he wanted to be; you’d learn that the hard way. 

“I mean it,” Darry barks, his attention seemingly back on the redhead still standing on the porch. “From now on, you use the front door, and that bedroom door stays open whenever you’re around. I don’t want any ‘funny business’ going on under this roof. Especially not while I’m sleeping next door.” 

You know exactly what he means by 'funny business', and the implication causes your cheeks to flush crimson. Two-Bit, who looks just as embarrassed as you are, nods hurriedly, and you don't think you've ever seen the greaser look so guilty in all the time that you've known him. 

Darry must notice too, because he relaxes slightly, his tone softer than it had been before, as he speaks once again. “Don't hurt her; you got it?” 

“Got it.” Two nods: “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Darry huffs, clearly not entirely satisfied with the whole situation, but deciding to drop it nonetheless as he glances between the two of you. He runs a hand through his dark hair, which is still slightly mussed from sleep, and lets out a long sigh. “Ya’ll are going to kill me someday.” He mutters, shaking his head, before turning from the door and heading back in the direction of the kitchen.

Once he’s gone, you shoot Two-Bit an apologetic look, but he merely smiles and winks reassuringly at you before turning on his heel to jog down the porch steps. You close the door with a loud sigh and hear Sodapop chuckle behind you, his arms crossed and a smug smile spread across his features.

“So…” He drawls, looking impossibly pleased with himself. “Two-Bit Mathews, huh?” 

“Shut up.” 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[nobodynoteventherainn]

The Outsiders x Bookworm! Reader

Darry Curtis

He loves watching you read

He doesn't really read much himself- he doesn't get the appeal and thinks that his own life is enough without looking at other people's

But he respects your reading time and won't interrupt

One of his favorite things is coming home from work and seeing you peacefully sprawled out on the couch or the bed, reading a book

Darry will definitely let you rant about your books to him even though he doesn't really understand the plots- he loves the way your eyes light up and you smile

Darry smiles softly once you finish telling him about the plot twist in your book, reaching up and tucking back a stray piece of your hair. "Oh, hon, sounds so interesting."

Sodapop Curtis

Soda will sometimes make fun of your books in a sweet way

You'll be explaining the book, or he'll peek at the blurb on the back, or he'll see the picture of the author, and the man will be in stitches

Despite your attempts to hide the back of the book to keep Soda from distracting you as you read, he still manages to catch a glimpse of the back. You roll your eyes with exasperation as his contagious, unrestrained laughter fills the room, but you can't hold back a little smile. Soda manages to gasp out a couple sentences. "Moby- Moby Dick? And the author's name was Herman? Oh, god- doll-"

He hasn't read anything really since he dropped out but he knows from living with Pony how important reading is to some people

So after he's had his laugh, he'll sit with you and just close his eyes, maybe leaning on your shoulder or stroking your hair

Ponyboy Curtis

Out of the whole gang, Pony probably understands and respects your reading the most

He reads too, of course, and he's really glad that he found someone who likes it as much as he does

He listens intently when you're talking to him about your books

He'll read with you- maybe he'll cuddle with you as you guys read, or he'll just sit next to you so your shoulders are touching

You guys will sometimes read the same book together like a book club and talk about it after

Pony rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as you sit together. "Oh, I finally finished Gatsby yesterday. You finished it the other day, right? What'd ya think?"

Dallas Winston

Most of the time when you're trying to read, Dally is probably a total pain

He'll want your attention. Yeah, leave it to Dallas Winston to get jealous over a book

Dally bats at the book in your hands, snapping it shut. He throws an arm over your shoulder, gazing at you with irritation. "Hey, doll! When'd a book get more important than ya man? Whatta ya readin' about, huh, some wimpy Soc?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes when you try to talk about the plot of your book with him, but he won't interrupt. If he's feeling tolerant, he might even listen

However, sometimes when he's in a really sweet mood, he'll let you read in peace

He'll put an arm around you and just watch you read, the slight crease in your brow, your eyes intently scanning the page

He secretly thinks you're beautiful when you read

Steve Randle

Steve doesn't read, but he knows that you do

It's not a big deal to him, just something else you do

He'll leave you alone when you're trying to read and sometimes he'll just sit next to you and do his own thing like watch TV or fidget with a car part

Although if he sees a book he thinks you'll like, he'll steal it buy it for you

Steve sits down next to you on your bed, holding something. You give him a quizzical look and he hands it to you quickly, like he's trying to seem less soft than this sweet gesture makes him look. "Here, dollface. Gotcha somethin'."

Johnny Cade

Johnny isn't a bookworm per se, but he sometimes enjoys reading

He'll claim he doesn't have the time, that books don't matter to him but after enough needling from you he'll give in and read a book that you enjoyed

Johnny gives you a look when you recommend one of the books you've read recently to him, shaking his head. "You want me to read Frankenstein? Isn't that, like, the freaky one? With the dead monster? I ain't readin' that!" However, when you spend the next five minutes trying to convince him, he finally caves with a little smile on his face that he tries to hold back. "Y'know what, fine. But only 'cause you're sweet."

Johnny doesn't bother you while you read, he sits with you and just ponders. Sometimes he'll try to grab your hand which makes it sort of awkward to hold the book and turn the page, but you just can't say no to the guy

If he's reading something too, he'll read with you. Maybe sit cross legged and have his leg resting on yours

He really tries to listen and understand when you're ranting to him about a book. The way you explain it sometimes confuses him and he always asks questions, he genuinely cares and is interested

Two-Bit Mathews

He's absolutely a menace

Two-Bit won't try to stop you from reading by closing the book or anything, but he'll cover up the page while you're trying to read, pull out your bookmarks, things like that

Two-Bit covers the paragraph you're trying to read with his hand, eliciting an angry huff from you. You tell him to move his hand, but he just shakes his head with an impish grin that makes you want to shove him. "Nah, sweetheart. I don't think so."

At other times he'll pretend to read over your shoulder but in an obnoxious way- breathing really loudly in your ear or getting really close

He's really not interested in reading at all, he just thinks it's funny and cute the way you get so invested in the books

When you try to explain books to him, he just cocks an eyebrow and says something like, 'oh really now?'

But he does listen sometimes

If he's in a more empathetic or sweet mood he'll sit next to you and just put an arm around you or drum his fingers on your back as you read

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi I was wondering if you can do a realistic head cannon of Dallas getting the reader pregnant I know you did one but not realistic and can you also make the reader a Curtis as well 🥹👉🏽👈🏽 fill free to ignore if you don't wanna

Summary: REALISTIC hcs of Dallas getting you pregnant. Warnings: pregnancy, dallas being an asshole (so dallas being dallas) Author's Note: as much as I love dallas, he’s really just a prick in a leather jacket! If you want an unrealistic blurb or smth i have one written on my masterlist!

He doesn’t use protection because it makes him feel emasculated 

It’s not like he wants to get girls pregnat so his pull out game is very strong

He just messed up with you. (bro was lost in the sauce)

When you confronted him about it he literally laughed at you

“You must be crazy if you think i’m gonna raise a kid!”

Gives you a whollleee list about why he hates kids and why he’d hate being with you

Doesn’t give a shit if he hurts your feelings, to him you're just another broad.

If youre part of the curtis family he might be nicer

Darry lets him crash at the house so he can’t lose that connection

Tells you he doesn’t want the kid and instructs you to secretly terminate it

In truth he’s scared of Darry, they dont call him superman for nothing.

If things get really bad, he’ll just pack up and leave 

He might even try to take Johnny with him!!

What a jerk 

[spaceagebachelormann]

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character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

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[2knightt]

🩰 Dialogue 6 and 7 with Darry?

YEAHHHHH my typa shit💯💯

you sat on the edge of darry’s bed, an arm around your shoulder. tears were streaming down your face as you stared down at the ground.

things got overwhelming and you couldn’t hide it anymore. so, you broke down in front of the only man you felt comfortable with

darry wiped a tear away with his thumb, his fingers under your chin before he kissed your forehead. he wasn’t good with comfort, honestly.

“do you know how much i love you?”

your lips quivered as you tried to hold back another sob. blinking away the tears—you nodded. darry engulfed you in a hug, arms around your torso as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry, dare. i-i understand how uncomfortable you must be.”

“shut up. you never would. you feel like home, hon.”

he muttered before kissing the crown of your head.

[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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[lilyxlovelyy]

Single parent Dallas in the cooler so he leaves his daughter with the Curtis brothers? 🥺 blurb plssss

aweee this is such a cute idea!!!! I can totally do this for u!!! 🎀🎀

• he hates leaving his little girl but he knew that darry was good with kids, especially after taking care of the gang for so long.

• his daughter would keep asking ponyboy and soda where daddy was and they would make up some stupid lie like “he…is uhm off at uhm camp!”

• and she obviously doesn’t believe them

• if you’ve ever watched modern family it reminds me of when pam was in prison so cam and mitch had to take care of cal (if u haven’t seen it google it)

• as much as darry loves her she is a picky eater so making dinner is hard

• she is so sassy and is always humbling them.

•but as soon as dallas is back she is acting like a perfect angel

•lets just say she gets a lot of time outs.

•their relationship also reminds me of the movie “big daddy”

• every Sunday they have movie night and well Dallas’s daughter gets to choose the movie EVERY TIME.

Ik this is short but im having some writers block 🤦‍♀️

[littlestarbigsky]

masterlist + requests💫

fic requests are closed (for now)

i’m still taking requests for headcanons/rambles ;)

anything nsfw or requests that make me uncomfortable in any way will be deleted.

i don’t do reader inserts

ships i write atm: stevepop, cherrycola, chetcherrycola, marbit, darryxpaul, ponyboyxjohnny (qpr or romantic) might add more not sure yet lol

i will close my inbox at 5 fic requests (disclaimer: this is something i do for fun! i know through experience that if i force myself to write, i’ll only burn myself out, and i only want to put out fics that i am proud of :)

note: whenever i post wips or snippets of my fics, i will always link the full fic when i finish and post ;)

fic masterlist

a few identifiers:

🩵 - includes the curtis gang as kids

🩷 - not a full fic/blurb

ponyboy

ponyboy having a nightmare & breathing problems ft. soda comfort

darry helping ponyboy with a breathing treatment

five times darry helped ponyboy sleep and one time pony helped darry🩵

pony and curly after pony gets into a fight (papercut)🩷

sodapop

darry catches stevepop being cute

stevepop being cute after darry catches them🩷

stevepop getting drunk

stevepop ft. soda having an asthma attack

sodapop sickfic (with darry and ponyboy)🩵

darry

opening of the outsiders from darry’s pov

matthews family helping darry when ponyboy gets sick

peril angst - the socs prank darry

johnny

johnny meeting the curtis family for the first time🩵

little blurb about johnny and mama curtis in the winter 🩷

curtis brothers

soda washing ponyboy’s hair (water trauma pony)

darry and soda angst after soda drops out

lil darry helping toddler ponyboy when he’s sick🩵

darry gets hurt at a football game🩵

soda has appendicitis

soda after darry and ponyboy die🩷

qprpbj

johnny helping ponyboy with his asthma

helping johnny after his physical therapy (recovery au)

soda/cherry/chet

cherrycola teen parents - kat wakes up in the middle of the night

cherrycola after a rumble

chetcherrycola when soda has a chronic pain flare up

chetcherrycola after a rumble

chetcherrycola when cherry has a bad period🩷

all fics and wip snippets are also posted under my writing tag !!

tbh these are organized in a way that makes sense in my brain i’m not sure if anyone else is gonna get it lol

[alittlebitofloveliness]

same anon that sent the little blurb earlier abt the curtis boys earlier ,, i come bearing more thoughts abt our boys as kids😚

- soda LOVES hanging out with their dad in the garage, mostly because he really loves cars but also since he struggles in school with reading (dyslexia slay) he loves working on the car bc it’s hands-on and it actually makes sense in his brain

- while pony is still too young to go to school and is still staying home with mama curtis he is ALWAYS outside the house waiting for darry when he gets off the bus. darry always runs rigjt up to his baby brother and hugs him and swings him around and they play outside together while they wait for soda to get home

-pony LOVES when soda brings their friend johnny back from school because they always get extra snacks and johnny loves to sit on the couch with pony and listen to him read his picture books (pony’s not actually reading, he’s just making up a story as he goes and it kinda matches the pictures lol)

bonus hc for musical fans: soda rushing home and telling his mama about this super cool girl ace that was playing football with them at recess

AWWWW anon I love these! i've been sitting on this ask trying to come up with a few to add, but I can't really think of any except for the facts that little Johnny is the one who a) ALWAYS lets Ponyboy play with him and Soda and Darry, even when his brothers told him off for being a tagalong, and b) is rough but never hurts him even by accident, not like Darry or even Soda

thanks for the ask, this made me giggle every time I looked back at it

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

🐎 - 🅑🅐🅡🅡🅔🅛🅢 - blurbs, pick a character and a prompt from this list, and i'll write you a short piece! friendly reminder, i'd prefer if you limit it to one number per ask, but you're more than free to send in multiple asks! i also do male!readers, so please, ask for those too!

AAAAAH stawp it 🤭 Darry Curtis is literally my dream man so that was insanely validating...so I come to you with a second request bc I actually love your writing

so can I get 31 with Darry? since I'm a preschool teacher I do pinky promises a lot and idk I think it's be cute with him

thanks again!!

31. doing a pinky swear

"Alright, alright," Darry relented, crossing the kitchen to link his finger with yours. He pulled you closer by your connected pinkies and pressed his lips to yours in a contended kiss. "I promise I will be careful at work and not carry too many roofing bundles."

Y/N smiled against the kiss and tugged their joined hands against their chest. "Thank you."

Darry only smiled and gave them another kiss.