#darry curtis reader insert

[rax-writes]

Title: Later Fandom: The Outsiders Word Count: 425 Characters: Darry Curtis x Reader, Two-Bit Matthews Warnings: Jealousy, a bit of suggestiveness Notes: Request from anon for “I am in love with big protective Darry from the outsiders, do you think you could write a thing where he gets jealous and pulls her into his lap and roughly kisses her and spends the night cuddling”

There are approximately five types of drunks: happy, sad, reckless, philosophical, and promiscuous.

Unfortunately for you, Two-Bit Matthews was the promiscuous type.

It’s unfortunate because he had been repeatedly trying to grab at you, and making various sleazy comments to you, during the entirety of Sodapop’s birthday celebration. It wasn’t your first encounter with a drunken Two-Bit, but he was far more persistent with his flirtations than normal. For the most part, you were able to tell him to piss off, or shove him away, but the last straw was when he came up behind you and grabbed two handfuls of your ass.

Darry was on him before you could even react, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and viciously whispering “You better back the hell off. This is your one and only warning.” Darry shoved Two-Bit away, and the latter’s jovial attitude had vanished.

Two-Bit silently stared at Darry with wide eyes for a few moments, as did everyone else – then Two-Bit dissolved into a fit of giggles and walked off. Darry muttered something under his breath, then pulled you into the living room with him. He sat in the recliner and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I could have handled him,” you said stubbornly. Instead of responding, Darry cupped your face in his hands and brought your lips to his roughly.

He wasn’t normally one for public displays of affection, so you were a bit surprised – but not surprised enough that you didn’t instantly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. One of his large hands tangled itself in your hair, and the other fell to your hip.

By the time you broke apart for air, you were both gripping each other tightly. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily, and wrapped his arms around your waist once more. You pouted at him, and he smiled.

“Later,” Darry promised, his voice hardly above a whisper.

Darry was certainly a man of his word, and that night, long after everyone had either left, or passed out in the living room, you laid naked in his arms. He had one arm under his head, and the other wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest. You knew he was thoroughly exhausted – you had made sure of that. His breathing gradually slowed, and eventually, he began his quiet snoring. You smiled sleepily, pressing a kiss to his chest, before quickly falling asleep.

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The Outsiders and the Arts Headcannons

Requested by: @darkslittlegirl

“If you can could I get gang headcannons for their girl doing pointe or any other type of dance?”

A.N.: I ended up doing this with all of the arts, so I hope that’s okay.

Pointe with Dally Winston would include:

He jokes about you doing ballet 24/7

Until he sees you dance in the studio

He’s absolutely speechless

He asks to attend any dance practices you have and simply stares at you in awe the entire time

“You’re my ballerina.”

For your birthday, he gets you a golden necklace with mini golden pointe shoes on it

Singing with Darry would include:

The first time he hears you sing is while you’re in the shower after spending the night over at his house

He stands by the door for a minute listening

Sodapop comes by and opens his mouth to make a joke

Darry puts his hand over Soda’s mouth and raises a finger to his lips

Sodapop pulls away and gives Darry the “stop being creepy” look

Once you come out of the bathroom, you see Darry sitting smugly on the couch

“So you can sing?”

Ever since then, you always sing in the car along with whatever song is on the radio

He calls you his songbird

Drawing with Ponyboy would include:

He always knew you were an amazing artist because he saw the random doodles that you drew in class

After school, he studies next to you while you draw something for art class

Sometimes you draw portraits of Ponyboy without him realizing 

Occasionally while you two are hanging out, he’ll ask you to draw something completely random 

You trying to hold hands with the one that doesn’t have smudged charcoal on it

Ponyboy always refuses to switch hands and grabs the one with charcoal on it with a proud smile on his face

Photography with Sodapop would include:

He always goes with you on mini escapades for a project

You love to take pictures of everything but your favorites are the candids of Sodapop

You joke that he’s your model

He always help set up the chemicals in the darkroom

First, you pick your favorites

Then you ask his opinion without telling him which are your favorites

Usually you two agree on the best ones

This is when he sees all of the candids of him

“Promise me that when you become a world famous photographer, you’ll remember me.”

“It’ll be hard to forget someone who’s standing right next to me.”

Acting with Two Bit would include:

He comes to every one of your performances

He always brings your favorite flowers

You sometimes try to run lines with him but he always does something that makes you break out of character and start laughing

One day as you’re practicing an emotional scene and you start crying, Two Bit rushes over to you

“Why are you hugging me?”

“I don’t like to see you sad.”

“I’m just acting,” you say laughing slightly and wiping away the fake tears

“You’re one hell of an actress.”

Writing with Johnny would include:

He always asks what you’re writing about

“Same thing as before.”

When you’re done, he always asks you to read the story to him

He stares at you lovingly as you read him the last section of what you were writing

He smiles every time you have to stop and edit the sentence, because he thinks you being mildly frustrated is cute

Whenever you finish and look at him with expectant eyes, he simply says “I love it.”

Cooking with Steve would include:

You two make random meals and every time you try to make it taste better than the last one

Sometimes you’ll have a competition of who can find the weirdest recipe to cook

There’s always a huge mess afterwards

Which was usually caused by a massive food fight

You tend to do more of the cooking

He does more of the cleaning

He always compliments your cooking and makes sure that you sit down and actually eat what you made