Warnings: oopsie short fic bc of writers block, darry overworks himself, fluff
Words: 436
Notes: it was actually insane the amount of times i got distracted from writing this bc of perks of being a wallflower i dont wanna talk about it
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Darry was working a late shift, so you ended up being responsible for dinner and tidying the house after. Not that you minded, you liked to help out when he needed it.
You were settled into bed, nodding off, when you heard the front door open and slam shut. You perked up, turning around to watch the bedroom door. You heard footsteps on the hardwood floor, then the bedroom door opened. In the door was Darry, looking exhausted and frustrated. He kicked his boots off, then laid down next to you and buried his face in his pillow.
You sat up and gently pulled him in, his head resting on your lap. You carded your fingers through his hair.
“How was work?” You asked quietly. He wasn’t one to really talk about work, he didn’t like to reflect on it. Still, you tried every day.
“The usual.” He muttered, dismissing the question silently. You knew what that meant, it wasn’t the best and you knew not to push it. You just sighed to yourself and gently massaged the area between his shoulders, earning a moan from him.
“If y’keep touching me like that, I might fall asleep.” He said with a chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t joking. He was usually so tense, so when he actually gets to relax, he’s quick to doze off.
“Good. Sleep.” You said as a smile grew on your face. He turned his head to look at you with those tired eyes.
“You don’t have to take care of me, honey.” Darry said quietly, one of his rough hands running up your arm. “I’m a grown man, I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, but you don’t. And someone has to.” You replied, rolling your eyes affectionately. He grunted in response and pushed himself off of your lap. He laid back against his pillow and pulled you into his chest.
“You’re too nice to me.” Darry said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“I think you’re just too rough on yourself.” You said as you looked up at him and placed a hand on his jaw. You pulled him down for a sweet kiss, and when you pulled away you said, “You deserve gentleness too.”
Darry didn’t respond to that. He never did. He just pulled you closer and held onto you like you’d disappear if he let go. He hated to admit it, but he loved these moments with you where he didn’t have to be the stronger person.
Life hadn’t been gentle to Darry, so you always promised to be.
hello friend!!! i saw your poll just ended but like.. possibly in the future could you do a darry x reader? idc what it’s about but possibly fluff? appreciate you!!
also side note do you write for all the characters or just dally and darry? keeping in mind for future reqs..
take ur time! <3
hii!! i’m actually currently writing a darry x reader, so that should be out within the week depending on how hard i procrastinate. as of currently it’s kind of like a day after getting eloped kinda deal.. idk if that sounds appealing but its in my drafts
also, i’ll write for all characters! it just so happens that Dally and Darry are the only ones so far lol. they’re the two characters ive done the most character study on, but i can write for the others too if requested.
i just have a few limits.. i won’t write smut for Johnny and Ponyboy, but send all the fluffy requests you want! i also (as of right now) am only doing x readers.
Synopsis: Dallas makes up for ruining Babydoll’s jacket, things go further than she expected
Warnings: none! fluff!!
Words: 811
Notes: title is a lyric from multiply by dora jar iykyk
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Your mind was a confusing place right now.
You’ve hated Dallas the whole time you’ve known him, but since that day a few weeks ago.. something changed. You can’t stop thinking about him. You weren’t sure what was happening, but every time you saw him, your cheeks would get warm and you’d get that tingly feeling in your stomach..
You had gone out to see a movie at the drive in. You needed a distraction, you haven’t been able to think straight in days. It was a decent movie, and you were able to get your mind off of him. That was until you felt someone standing over you, and you looked behind you to see the exact guy you were trying to avoid.
Dallas.
You jumped a bit, you hadn’t been expecting to see him. Your cheeks flushed and you pushed your hair behind your ear. “What do you want, Dal?” You asked, feigning annoyance.
“Hey, Doll.” Dallas started. “Just the Curtis I was lookin’ for.” He said with a self satisfied smirk.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach. God, had he always been this cute? “Why? What do you want?” You asked, eyeing him subtly.
He sat down in the chair next to you and rested his arm on the back of your chair. He turned to face you. “I owe you for the ruined jacket, man.”
“No, it’s fine.” You argued, not bothering to look at him. You knew that if you looked at him.. you’d never be able to look away.
“C’mon. Let me take you out to eat or somethin’.” He insisted, squeezing your shoulder. His touch made your heart skip a beat. You pretended to think about it.
“Fine.” You said, turning to look at him. “Lead the way, Winston.”
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You were sat across from Dallas in some diner as you sipped your coke. You hadn’t talked much on the way there, it felt too risky. But now that you’re sat across him in silence, it’s awkward.
“Thanks for paying, Dal.” You said to break the silence, looking down at your food as you picked at it.
“‘Course, man.” Dallas replied, leaning back in his seat. He didn’t seem nervous, quite the opposite really. You, however? You were shitting bricks.
Dallas leaned closer to you, reaching out to mess with one of the curls resting gently on your shoulder. “Like these, man. They’re nice.” He said.
“Thanks, I try.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t have spoken louder if you wanted to, but you had no idea why. His hand playing with your hair made your heart begin to race, but against what you really wanted, you pushed his hand away. You pushed his hand back onto the table, but you didn’t pull your hand away. Not yet.
You leaned closer subconsciously, your hand curling around his without realizing it. You could feel his breath mingling with yours, but you just couldn’t pull away. You felt drawn to him. His eyes trailed down to your lips, lingering for a second before meeting your gaze once again. He leaned slightly closer, nearly closing the gap between you.
You could feel his lips brushing against yours gently, it felt surreal. Before your lips could properly meet, your waitress came out with the check. Upon seeing her, you snapped back into your senses and jumped back. You pulled your hand back and looked away, your cheeks flustered.
The waitress set the check on the table then left, leaving just you and Dallas. You couldn’t look at him. You almost..
Fuck.
You cleared your throat and reached to grab your drink, taking an urgent sip. You had to go, because you didn’t know what would happen if you didn’t.
“I’m, uh.. I’m gonna go.” You said, your eyes not meeting his gaze as you gathered your things. “You’ve got the check?” You asked as you slipped on your jacket.
“Yeah.” Dallas said, his face now slightly withdrawn as he watched you. “Need a ride home?”
“No, but thank you.” You said as you stood up out of your chair and grabbed your purse. “I can walk.. walking never hurt anyone.”
Dallas just nodded in response. You cleared your throat quietly again before saying, “Thank you for lunch.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dallas said as he pulled a cigarette out of his cigarette pack.
“I’ll see you later, bye.” You said before walking away slowly, waiting to see if he’d say anything. After he didn’t, you started walking at a normal pace out of the diner.
The entire walk home, you were thinking of only one thing. You had just almost kissed Dallas Winston. Just two weeks ago, you were talking about how annoying he was and how much you hated him, and you just almost kissed him.
Synopsis: Dallas picks up Babydoll from school, and Babydoll’s thoughts on Dallas change when he joins her for a smoke
Warnings: fluff!!, smoking, “girl curtis” is back lolol, I KNOW THE T-BIRD WAS BUCKS DONT PMO, Babydoll just keeps watching him leave through windows idk
Words: 908
Notes: inspired by fallingforyou by the 1975 :) i love song fics
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You were sitting on the curb outside of the school. It was the end of the day, but you weren’t allowed to walk home alone. It was too risky, being a greaser girl. Usually, it was Sodapop or Two-Bit picking you up. Sometimes Ponybody walked with you, too. Though, he wasn’t very intimidating.
The sound of a red t-bird pulling up snapped you back into reality. You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Two-Bit didn’t have a t-bird, and Soda just didn’t have a car.. so who was picking you up? When you saw the person in the car, you let out a deep sigh.
“C’mon, get in Girl Curtis.”
God fucking damn it, not Dallas.
You looked up and rolled your eyes. “Are you the one picking me up?” You asked, annoyance in your voice. You got a chuckle in return as he flicked a cigarette onto the street.
You hadn’t really talked to Dallas since that day he walked home with you when you were out with some friends. You had thought about him a lot, sure, but you didn’t like him. You swear.
“Just get in.” Dallas said, irritating coating his voice. You scowled, but stood up from the curb and got into the car. You clicked your seatbelt and tightened it, then turned to look at Dallas.
“If you speed, I’m gonna scream that you’re kidnapping me.” You said, your voice dead serious. You’ll do it. He knows you’ll do it.
“Yeah, yeah. Alright, man.” Dallas said as he pulled out of the parking lot, already going over the speed limit.
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Dallas pulled up to your house and unlocked the car doors. You buckled your seatbelt, but didn’t get out quite yet. After a few seconds of silence, you finally spoke up.
“Hey.. you wanna join me for a cigarette? We can just stay on the porch, if you want.” You said, your voice slightly hesitant. You didn’t know why you said it, you definitely didn’t mean it in a romantic way.. it was the nice thing to do. Yeah. It had to be because it was nice.
Dallas hummed as he thought about it. “Um.. sure, man. I guess.”
You couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on your face. You got out of the car as Dallas stopped the car. He followed behind you, sitting next to you when you sat on the stairs of the porch. You pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your purse and plucked two out, one for you and one for Dallas. You handed the cigarette to Dallas, then dug around in your purse for your matches. You struck a match and lit your own cigarette, then put the them back in your purse.
Dallas pat the pockets of his jeans, searching for a lighter or matches. When he didn’t find anything, he reached over you to grab yours. When he went to pull his arm back, his jacket got caught on yours. He tried to pull it off, to no avail.
“Fuck.” He scowled as he tried to pull away from you, your jacket tearing slightly.
“Stop-“ You said as you set your hand on his arm to stop him from tugging at the stuck jackets. “You’re gonna rip my jacket more, stupid.” He made a face of dissatisfaction, but stopped his movement.
When you got them unstuck, he pulled his arm back and struck a match to light his cigarette. He let the match burn out, then flicked it into the yard. He took a drag of the cigarette, then turned away from you.
“Sorry about the jacket.” He said quietly, the smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke. He didn’t say sorry a lot, the words felt unnatural leaving his mouth.
His words caught you off guard, but you composed yourself quickly. “Oh no, it’s fine.” You replied, your face becoming flustered. “Don’t worry about it.” You said before taking a drag of your cigarette.
You two sat smoking in awkward silence for a few minutes. Dallas flicked the butt of his cigarette into the grass, his hand brushing your leg. You knew he didn’t mean to do it, but you felt butterflies form in your stomach.
Why was this happening? Dallas was annoying, you hated him. Why were silly accidental touches making you nervous? What is happening to you?
“I’m, uh.. I’m gonna go.” Dallas said as he stood up from the step and rubbed his hands on the fabric of his jeans.
“Oh.. Bye, Dal.” You said, trying to mask the disappointment you felt. Why were you upset he was leaving? You didn’t know what was going on in your head. You hated this guy, but you were upset about him leaving. God, you’re doomed.
“Bye, man.” He said as he got into the t-bird and started the car. You watched as he backed out with a slight frown on your face.
You stood up from the step and smoothed out your skirt, then grabbed your purse. You went inside, shutting the door gently as to not scare Ponyboy, who you assumed was in his bedroom. You watched through the window as Dallas drove away. Once he was gone, you closed the curtains and retreated to your bedroom.
You flopped face first onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You had only one thought running through you head,
“I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck.”
Warnings: fluff! dallas being gentle (wow rare), dallas is compared to a stray animal
Words: 819
Notes: wow im beating the curse brought upon me and posted other fic without waiting a week
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“C’mon, please can he come in? It’s cold and rainy out!” You pleaded.
“I said no, and that’s final!” Darry responded from the kitchen. Sodapop came from his room shortly after and flopped down onto the couch next to you.
“Are y’all arguing over stray animals again?” Soda said, not even bothering to look up at you two.
“No, It’s about Dallas.” You said quickly before turning back to Darry.
Sodapop chuckled softly. “Right, so a stray animal.” He said loud enough for you to hear.
“Shut up.” You said with a gasp, smacking his arm. Soda went to hit you back, but Darry gave him that look, so instead he just sat back and huffed.
“Please, Darry? He’s gonna get cold and sick if he stays out there..” You begged again, not quite giving up yet. You elbowed Sodapop lightly, trying to get him to help.
He looked up with a confused hum. “What?” He said quietly, then it clicked. “Oh. Yeah, c’mon Darry, don’t be cruel.” He said, turning his head to face Darry. You pouted over-dramatically, and Sodapop leaned over to place his head on your shoulder and mimic your face. Darry rolled his eyes.
“You are so annoying.” Darry said as he walked into the living room and sat in his chair. He rubbed a hand over his face and looked at you and Sodapop. “Fine, but you have to keep your door open. And I’m checking in on you periodically.” He said as he narrowed his eyes at you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you.. he didn’t trust Dallas.
You let out a quiet “Yes!” as you pushed Soda off of you and ran to the door. You opened it and poked your head out, finding Dallas sitting on the porch with a cigarette. “Darry said you could come in.” You told him with a smile.
“Fuckin’ finally.” Dallas said as he flicked the cigarette into the grass and stomped it out. He stood up and walked in as you held the door open.
“Hey, Darry. Sodapop.” Dallas said as you closed the door and leaned against him. Darry eyed him suspiciously, but returned the greeting. Dallas looked around like he was looking for someone, or something. He looked down at you.
“Where’s Pony?” He asked.
“Pony’s reading in his room.” You replied as you moved in front of him and grabbed both of his hands. “Don’t worry about him, he’s fine. Let’s go to my room.” You said, tugging on his hands gently.
“Lead the way, doll.” Dallas said as a smirk grew on his face. You bit your bottom lip to suppress a smile and led him to your bedroom. Once you got in and closed the door, you heard Darry yell from the living room.
“Door open!”
You sighed and opened the door. “I know!” You yelled back as you rolled your eyes. Stupid rule… You turned to Dallas, who had already made himself comfortable sprawled out on your bed. You plopped onto the bed next to him and curled up to his side. He looked down at you as his hand started playing with your hair.
“I like your hair today.” He said as he messed with it. “‘S bouncy.”
“I curled it yesterday.” You said as you looked up at him. He liked when you did your hair. Dallas wasn’t a gentle guy, but he couldn’t help it when he was with you. Every part of him wanted to be gentle with you. He pulled you closer onto his chest subconsciously. This was a rare time where he wasn’t on guard, and the sound of the rain pattering against your window was making him tired. You lifted your head up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pushing hair away from his forehead. You could see he was tired, but you knew that he’d never admit it.
“Y’know..” Yawn “We should turn in for the night, I’m sleepy.” You said as you stretched and snuggled closer to him.
He chuckled and rested a hand on your hip. “If you want to.” He replied, holding back a yawn. Being tired was a thing for losers. Obviously. You nodded and hummed as you closed your eyes. You let yourself get comfortable and relax into him, feeling his own body relax for once. His grip was still tight on you, like if it was any weaker you’d leave. He was kind of like a stray animal, you were giving him that rare feeling of being loved and he was holding onto you tight.
In a few short minutes, he was out like a light.
You lifted your head slowly and carefully to look at his peaceful face, then pressed a soft, barely there kiss to his forehead. You laid your head back on his chest, your eyes drifting shut until only the sound of your shared quiet breathing filled the room.
Warnings: fluff! possibly ooc darry idk ive never written him before 🤷, mentions of Dallas.. but no actual Dallas
Words: 688
Notes: theres no Dally in this oopsie but its fine i guess. i can’t tell if i actually like this or not bc i had a concept but idk how well it was executed. Part two yayayay !!
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Ever since Darry sent you to your room, you haven’t left it. You’ve been crying into and punching your pillow, and mentally cursing out Darry in your head. He even called you out for dinner, and you refused. You were so upset with him. It was later now. Dinner was finished and cleaned up, and your brothers had settled down. Darry’s been sitting in his chair, thinking to himself. Did he overreact? You were a good girl, you followed his rules and you rarely complained about it, was this really as bad as he’s making it? Sure, he lets your brothers date.. but it felt different with you. You were too sweet, too gentle. He was worried that someone would ruin you. But at the same time.. it was obvious that these rules were suffocating you. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He needs to talk to you. Darry almost never changed his rules. Clearly something about seeing you upset got to him..
He pushed himself out of his chair and made his way to your bedroom door. He stared at the door in silence for a second, then he turned the doorknob and poked his head in. “Baby? Can I talk to you.”
You huffed and tossed a pillow. “Go away!” You yelled, turning around to face the wall. You were upset, you didn’t wanna look at him right now.
“No, I need to talk to you.” Darry said as he rolled his eyes. He let himself in and picked up the pillow that landed on the floor in front of him, them sat on the edge of your bed as you sat up and hugged a pillow to you chest.
“Look, Babydoll, I’m sorry.” He said with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with you. You looked up at him, but you didn’t say a word. You wanted more than just sorry.
“I thought about it.” He started, finally looking at you and placing a hand on your knee. “I’m.. fine with you dating.” Silence for a second. “Even if it’s Dallas.” He added, his voice quieter.
Your body froze for a second. Had you misheard that? You sat straight up. “Wait? Really?”
“Yes, really.” He said with resignation in his voice. “I’m not happy about it, but I’ll.. let it happen.”
You smiled and threw yourself at him, hugging him. He stiffened, then relaxed and hugged you back. “Thank you.” You said, your voice muffled by his shirt. He just hummed and held you, swaying gently. After all is said and all is done, you’re still his little sister. Once you let go, he sighed softly and shifted closer to you.
“Listen, I don’t like it.” Darry said with some slight irritation in his voice. “If he makes you happy.. then I can deal with it.” You bit your bottom lip to suppress a wide smile as you leaned your head against his shoulder. His arm came up to wrap around your shoulders.
He looked you dead in the eyes. “But, if he’s being an ass.. I’ll mess him up.” Darry said with complete sincerity. “You’re too sweet for him, baby.”
“And I better not see his ass around here after 9pm.” He said, the strict Darry you know coming back. “And he can’t be here if I’m not.”
“I know, I know.” You groaned softly, lifting your head off his shoulder and shoving him gently. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Sorry.” He chuckled softly and rubbed his knuckles over your head, earning a smack of his hand from you. “Well, you get to bed, alright?” He said as he gently pat your bedsheets and stood up.
“Alright. Goodnight, Darry.” You replied, shifting around to get comfortable in your bed. Darry turned the lights out on his way out and shut the door gently. Once he was out, you squealed to yourself quietly. Darry never changed on his rules, he was pretty firm, but he changed them for you. That meant a lot to you.
if anyone is curious it was about the relationship between mental health rights and human rights and how it can change the stigma behind mental health… 🙂
Can you do a Babydoll!Curtis fic where I guess her and Dally are in the Curtis living room cuddling or holding hands (or smth idk) and the gang walks in?
Warnings: angst :/, 60s views on girls again, kinda poorly written, she gets called a crybaby
Words: 731
Notes: i kinda took this and turned it into an angst fic oh no. this is kinda buns but i just wrote a seven page essay so whatever. i know this is kinda short and sad but if you want a part two lmk bc i kinda have an idea to make it a little less sad
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Your brothers had all been out doing own respective things, so you thought it was safe to hang out with Dallas in the living room instead of your room. You needed a change of scenery.
You thought it was safe. The sound of the front door opening and the while gang filing in told you otherwise.
You had been lying on the couch with Dallas in silence, your head on his chest as he traced his fingers up your spine. You had been slowly dozing off, but the sound of the front door slamming open caused you to snap out of that peaceful bubble. You couldn’t even properly make out what was being said, you were so groggy. The first thing you made out was an “ewwwww!” from Ponyboy. You pushed yourself to sit up as you rubbed your eyes.
“I thought you guys wouldn’t be back until later?” You asked, your voice full of confusion and tiredness. You saw it in Darry’s face.. you were not gonna get off easy on this one.
“We were supposed to, but what the hell are you doin’?!” Darry said, his voice coming out stern and angry. Ponyboy excused himself to the kitchen with Johnny when Darry became visibly upset. Ponyboy never really liked Dallas, and he disliked you dating Dallas even more. It wasn’t even like he cared about how you were being treated, he just really hated Dallas. Two-Bit and Steve had started to make some teasing comments, so Darry pushed the rest of the gang outside so he could properly yell at you and Dallas. Once everyone was out, Darry turned to you two with anger in his eyes.
“Winston, go in the kitchen!” Darry demanded, trying to get you alone so he could interrogate you without the clearly bad influence right next to you. Dallas complied, but not without murmuring something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out.
“What the hell is goin’ on?!” Darry yelled, his voice radiating anger. “What are you doin’ all cuddled up to Dallas?”
“We just fell asleep like that, I swear!” You said in defense of yourself. In the moment it felt safer to lie, but when the lie actually left your mouth, you could feel the bullshit dripping from the sentence.
“Y’think I was born yesterday, Babydoll?” Darry huffed, crossing his arms. “What is goin’ on between you two?”
You stayed quiet for a moment. You stared down at your feet, your leg shaking slightly. You didn’t want to admit it out loud. The only people that knew about your relationship were you and Dallas.. and Sodapop. Sodapop knew because he walked in on you and Dallas while you were making out once. He’d managed to keep it quiet for a while, though. After a few seconds of silence, you finally spoke.
“We’re.. dating.” You admitted. Your voice broke on the last word, god you were scared. Darry got overprotective over you, you were the only girl and he viewed you as fragile and soft. He’d lose his mind if anything happened to you, and as flattering as that seems, you weren’t given the same freedoms as your brothers. One of those freedoms being dating. It was even worse that it was Dallas Winston you were dating.
Darry’s eyes widened with fury. “You’re dating?” He repeated, like he’d been imagining things. You only nodded in response. “Babydoll Curtis, do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in?!”
You didn’t answer, but you did know. Dating is one thing, dating someone in the gang is another, and dating Dallas Winston is a completely different thing.
“Go to your room. I’ll come in to talk to you when I’m done with him.” Darry said, letting out a deep sigh. First, he’d deal with Dallas. Then, he’d talk to you about punishment or grounding.
“Fine!” You yelled back, tears welling in your eyes. As you stormed off to your room, you heard Darry say something to himself along the words of “crybaby”. That only made the tears worse.
You got to your room and slammed the door shut, throwing yourself onto your bed and crying into your pillow. You should’ve known it was going too well for too long and it would come crashing down on you.
You didn’t know what to do, so all you did was cry into your pillow.
