Plot: After the Greasers leave the diner Y/n works at, Y/n is left to clean up, but Darry decides to stay behind and help. While alone in the diner, Darry plays some music, and takes the moments to show Y/n how he feels. *fluff/romance + part song!fic
Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Gn!Reader
Warnings: A kiss at the end, but that's it
Words: 1.6k
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You watched the boys goof around with a smile on your face, as you brought out the burgers and fries. Setting the platter of food down, you chuckled as they acted like a pack of wolves, grabbing the food quickly.
"Thanks for keeping the diner open late for us Y/n." Pony said with a smile at you.
"It's no problem Pony, I always like seeing you guys."
"And you prefer when we come in when the diner is empty so we don't scare off the other customers." Two-Bit said with a laugh.
You rolled your eyes a bit. "I never said that."
"But your dad did." Soda added.
"Yes, he did. And you're lucky I was able to convince him to allow you guys in at all."
"Lucky, and very thankful." Darry broke in as he smiled up at you.
You felt your breath hitch as he did, and smiled in return, unable to speak. "Holler if you want anything else." You said quickly to the group before turning and waking off, cursing your sudden shyness that always came when Darry was around.
The boys smirked to themselves and each other, having always noticed the change in demeanor. Soda nudged his elbow into Darry's side, giving him an amused look. Darry reached over, ruffling his hair and pushing his head down. His eyes followed you as you disappeared in the back, his own heart beating rapidly.
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"Bye Y/n!" A cacophony of voices called out as the boys all began to leave the diner.
You waved at them with a smile. "Make sure you pay for the drive-in this time!"
"Never!" Two-Bit yelled back, making you laugh.
Looking over at the tabled the boys had occupied, you let out a huff of breath. 'I love those boys, but jeez are they messy' You thought to yourself as you walked over to the tables, bringing a small trashcan with you. Pieces of burger and fries littering the trays and table. The chairs were moved around, one knocked over after Steve and Two-Bit got into a playful wrestling match.
As Darry began to head out of the diner, he looked back at you, and noticed for the first time, just how much of a mess they made. He felt his gut clench.
Looking back at the others, calling out "I'll meet you guys later!"
What came in return was a mix of teasing comments and whistles, he shook his head with a roll of his eyes before walking back into the diner.
As you crouched down to pick up some napkins from the floor, you jolted as a hand appeared beside you, picking up trash from the table.
Looking up, your eyes met Darry's familiar eyes. "Oh, Darry, did you forget something?" You said as you stood up.
"No, I just thought I'd help clean up."
"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have too, really."
He smiled widely at you. "It's the least I can do after you stay behind late just feed us. Plus look at this mess, I really gotta teach those punks some manners."
You smiled as you watched him take the trash can and started dumping stuff in it. "Aren't you gonna miss the movie?"
He shook his head softly, "It's alright, I've seen it." He looked up at you, seeing you quickly picking up the chairs, avoiding his gaze. He smiled to himself as he fixed the other chairs.
Turning to him you smiled softly. "Thanks again. I'm just gonna go get a couple rags to wipe the tables down." Turning, you walked back towards the kitchen, away that Darrel watched you go. You felt heat crawl up your neck and ears.
Darrel turned, looking around the rest o the diner, his eyes stopping on the nearby jukebox. Walking over, he started to look through the songs. Hearing you walk back in, he looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you quickly began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs.
As you did so, you tried to distract yourself from the thought of being alone with Darrel. You started to hum to yourself, not thinking it was loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to divert your own thoughts.
Darrel smiled as the tune you hummed met his ears. He recognized the song, and noted how sweet the tune sounded coming from you. Looking back at the jukebox, he began to flip through the songs, before he stopped on one. Looking back once more at you, he smiled to himself before he put in his change and selected the song.
As music started playing across the diner, you paused in your actions. Looking over at the jukebox, you saw Darrel turn back towards you, a smile on his face. It was the song you had been humming, making you aware he could hear you. You felt your face grow hot as Darrel walked over to you
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh-so-tight
Show me that you love me too
As Darrel stopped in front of you, he smiled and reached out his hand. You stood up straight, and stared at in in silence before meeting his eyes, a questioning gaze on your face.
He grinned at you. "Dance with me."
You looked at his hand again, and your heart was beating rapidly. Meeting his gaze he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."
Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby?
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)
Reaching out, your hand hesitated for a moment before you set your hand on top of his. Wrapping his hand around yous, he smiled softly at you before he led you into the open floor space.
You could feel your heartbeat pulsating in your ears as it pounded heavily. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him, and lightly set his hand on your waist as you began to sway to the music.
People say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
A small smile sat on his face as he looked down at you, "I want to thank you again Y/n, for being so nice to my brothers and the other Greasers."
You smiled in return, shaking your head a bit. "They're nice to me, why wouldn't I be nice in return? Besides, I never let anyone else's opinions on people effect my own."
"It's rare to find someone like you Y/n, I really hope you don't let anyone's opinion about how you treat us effect that."
You shook your head. "I don't."
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, tell me
Tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)
His smile widened a bit as you continued to rotate around the room. Your eyes locked, and you found yourself unable to look away, as the tension grew.
Slowly, Darrel pulled you closer, your chests touching. Your breath hitched as he gently brushed his nose against yours, all the while he kept his eyes locked with yours.
Realizing the two of you had stopped dancing, you took a breath, taking your hand out of his, watching as he slowly inched closer. He put his other hand on your waist, holding you gently. Just as his lips brushed against yours, you felt yourself pull away, as you laid your head on his shoulder, almost in shame.
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder
Darrel only smiled to, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. He spoke softly into your ear, "You don't have to be afraid to me."
Looking up quickly, you met his eyes and shook your head "I'm not afraid of you Darrel." You said softly, a sad tone to your voice.
"Then why wont you let me kiss you?" He asked, a soft smile playing at his lips.
You opened your mouth to speak, but hesitated. You thought for a moment before replying. You looked down, "You can do so much better than me Darrel."
He furrowed his brow after you spoke. "You're wrong." Slowly, you looked up again, meeting his eyes. He continued. "I've never met anyone like you, I could never find anyone better than you. If anyone could do better it's you."
You felt your face grow hot again, feeling bashful again, you looked back down at your feet. The diner was now silent, as the song finished. A moment passed before you felt him hook his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him.
As your eyes locked again, he brought his hand up, gently caressing your cheek. You saw his eyes flick to your lips again, and you took a breath, you would not pull away this time.
Slowly, he leaned in, and you tilted your head up to meet him. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently met yours. His palm cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.
Pulling away a few moments later, breathless, your eyes fluttered open, locking with his grey ones. You smiled softly, and his smile widened. Suddenly, he stepped away, and you looked at him with mild confusion. Watching him, he went over to the jukebox, and a moment later the song began to replay.
Walking back over to you, he reached out his hand. Smiling, you took it, no hesitation this time. Pulling you close to him, you smiled at each other as you began to dance again, forgetting the time, or where you were, and even what lead up to this moment. You were lost in each other's presence, and eyes, never wanting this moment to end.
xx End xx
The song is 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' - By Paul Anka
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
The Outsiders Taglist: @spuffyfan394; hope you dont mind me adding you to this lol
Word Count: 969
Warnings: None, unless you count heartache....
A/N:Wow, I was not expecting this to turn into a multi part thing, and especially not one with this many part. I’ve already got a part 6 in the works, but judging by hwo long it took me to do this one, we probably wont see it till July hahahaha (silently sobs at my lack of a schedule) @radiantcade who requested part 1 of this.
Dally hadn't left his bed in days. His room had started to smell weird, but Dally didn't notice because his face was in the pillow you used. He was feeling stupid. And mad. And depressed. He missed you, and all he wanted to do was see you, or at least hear your voice. But he figured the last thing you'd want was to hear from him, so he just unplugged his phone line and laid in bed.
"Dal, you got a visitor," Buck said, knocking on his bedroom door.
"Tell 'em to buzz off," Dal called back, and Buck swung his door open, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Get the hell outta bed, kid," he demanded, glaring at Dally. "You've been holed up here for a week. You haven't even been downstairs to eat, or to shower, and quite frankly, you're starting to stink. Your friends are here, and they want to see you." Buck left and Dally pulled himself out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans off the floor. He headed downstairs, grabbing a pair of sunglasses off the shelf by the door to hide his puffy eyes.
"What do you want," Dally asked, pulling the door open to reveal Steve and Soda. Steve clapped his hands and pointed at Dal with a dumb grin on his face.
"Oh he is alive," Steve said, laughing as he gave Soda a playful shove. "Where the hell have you been? No one's seen you in days." Dally crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"I got into a scrap in New York. I've just been sleeping it off." Steve and Soda looked him up and down and shrugged, taking him at his word.
"We were thinking about going to the cruise tonight. Thought you might want to come." Dal sized Soda up and shrugged.
"I don't think so. I'm still sore." Steve and Soda shared a look and both sighed.
"(Y/N)'s been calling. She hasn't heard from you, and hasn't been able to get a hold of you and she's worried," Soda said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, giving away the real reason they had come over. Dally looked Soda up and down and he considered the information. He sighed and leaned against the door.
"She didn't tell you guys?" Soda and Steve shared a look and shrugged.
"Tell us what?" Dal took a calming breath and folded his arms over his chest, doing his best to remain casual.
"I ditched her back in New York. We split." He could see the looks on their faces, and stepped back inside the door. "I'm going back to bed." Steve shook his head and caught the door.
"Are you okay, man?" Dally looked at him and shook his head.
"Of course I'm alright. She's just some broad. I'll get another one in no time." Dally closed the door and went back upstairs, tossing the sunglasses off and plopping down on the edge of his bed. He rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and flopped back into the bed, letting out a frustrated noise. He curled back onto his side and pulled the pillow that had been your closer to him, burring his face in it. He must have fallen asleep because when Buck called up to him, he started with a jump, opening his eyes to a now dark room.
"Plug your damn phone in!" Dal rolled his eyes and rolled over, plugging his phone back into the wall. He picked up the receiver and spoke into the phone.
"I got it Buck," he said, and heard a click from Buck's phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Dally," you said, your voice shaking. Dally felt his heart skip a beat, and he had to swallow it back down.
"Hey," he said, fighting every urge to just hang up or to beg for your forgiveness. He knew he did the right thing, and he could risk you ending up a nobody with a mess of switch blade wielding brats.
"How have you been?" Dally shook his head, rubbing his forehead with the butt of his hand.
"I've been great," he lied. You let out a little laugh and he tried not to notice the shake in your voice.
"Me too," you said, and Dal knew you were lying too. There was a long pause over the phone, the dead air seeming to stretch on forever, and just as Dal was about to ask you what you wanted, you spoke. "Did you mean it?" Dal didn't have to ask what you meant, because all he had been able to hear in his head since he'd gotten back from New York, were those four words on repeat.
"Please don't do this to yourself, (Y/N)," he begged, showing to much compassion that he didn't know if he'd have it in him to say again.
"Just answer the question, Dallas," you snapped. He took a deep breath, trying to steal himself to make it through the lie.
"Of course I meant it," he said, doing his best to sound sincere. He heard your breath catch on the other end of the line, and managed not to do the same. "And if you knew what was good for you, you'd forget about it and move on." He hung up the phone and pushed himself out of bed. He paced around until he found himself standing in front of his phone. He grabbed the whole thing, picking it up and ripping the line out of the wall, hurling it into his closet with a yell. He grabbed a shirt and head out, storming downstairs and into the warm Tulsa night. Maybe he'd have enough time to catch up with Steve and Soda and go with them for the cruise.
Imagine having a long distance relationship with Dally
A.N: This was written for my Secret Santa writing challenge. I was matched with @luranthiss. Also, an anon requested Dally fluff.
Being in a long-distance relationship with Dally would include:
Meeting him when you’re visiting your aunt for the holidays
You end up spending more time with him during the trip than with anyone else
You two became very close and when you had to leave, he gives you his class ring
You end up wearing the ring everyday
You always mess with the ring on the airplane to Tulsa from your hometown
Your “rule” is that you visit each other for at least a week once every season. You take turns making the trip to see each other.
You tend to fly to Tulsa and don’t stay as long while Dally drives and stays in your hometown longer
You’re always on the phone with him for hours which irritates your family since they can’t make calls
Sometimes, your mom will get on the line while you’re talking with Dally to quickly tell you something. She always says hi to Dally and asks how he’s doing.
Dally is very close with your family
One day when you’re on the phone, he asks, “Are you cheating on me?”
“No! I would never to that to you! Why did you think I was?”
“It’s nothing. Some of the guys were just messing around with me. I’m sorry I even asked.”
The guys always know when you’re coming to Tulsa because Dally acts a lot happier
He also becomes super nit-picky trying to make sure that everything is just how you like it
You and the guys get along really well
Once Two-Bit even tried to come with you two knowing that Dally had planned a romantic date for you
You always bring each other something from your hometown when you visit the other
Summary: Dally ignores the reader and she’s had enough.
Warnings: Verbal fight?
Word Count: 972
Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @lucifer-in-leather, @trumpetsaretheworst, @outsidersimagines57, @nea90sweetie
Please let me know if you would like to be added or subtracted from my tag list!
(Y/n) crossed her arms and let out a sigh. It had been three days since she had talked to Dally. She toyed with the bracelet he had given her, he said that he had bought it, but (Y/n) knew that he had stolen it. Dally had walked into the Curtis house, he said a short greeting to the rest of the gang, but didn’t even glance at (Y/n). It wasn’t the first time Dally had acted like that, but (Y/n) was sick of him giving her attention, then pretending that she didn’t exist. She stood and walked of the house, not even saying “goodbye”. If he was going to ignore her, two could play that game. She went to her house, a few blocks away, went up to her room, and took off the bracelet. She held it in her hand, she hadn’t taken it off since he gave it to her. She set it down on her desk, turned off the light and went to bed. The next morning, (Y/n) left the house without looking at the bracelet. She walked over to the Curtis house, when she got there, Two-Bit was siting on the floor watching Mickey Mouse, (Y/N) sat down next to him. The duo had a morning ritual that consisted of: eating chocolate cake, drinking chocolate milk or beer, watching Mickey, and cuddling. Once she was situated, Two-Bit turned to her,
“Where did you go last night? You missed Mickey.”
Everyone in the house stopped and waited for (Y/n)’s answer, they all knew that she always watched Mickey with Two-Bit, both in the morning and at night.
“Sorry Two, I didn’t feel well, so I went home”
“You aren’t wearing your bracelet either, Dally is gonna be awful mad when he finds out”
“Why? I shouldn’t have to wear it all the time”
“Did something happen between you two?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary, him pretending that I don’t exist. But it doesn’t matter, just drop it”
(Y/n) looked up when she heard an award winning sigh come from Darry, he walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder,
“It does matter (Y/n), and if you’re not happy, I don’t think it’s worth it. Dally’s our buddy and all, but you deserve to be happy”
(Y/n) just nodded, she knew that splitting was always an option when it came to being in a relationship with Dally, he was guarded, he would say it was for his rep, but it was really because he didn’t want another Sylvia. She lay her head on Two-Bit’s shoulder, and turned her attention to Mickey. When Dally entered the Curtis house, Darry, Soda, and Steve had all left for work. Dally greeted everyone before sitting down next to (Y/n). She didn’t respond to him like usual, holding his hand, laying her head on his shoulder. Secretly, she hoped that he would reach out to hold her, but she knew that it would never happen. Dally was surprised when (Y/n) didn’t acknowledge his presence, she just stayed leaned up against Two-Bit, he felt jealousy bubble up inside him, (Y/n) was his girl, and he was damn well going to prove it. He looked over at (Y/n) and noticed that she wasn’t wearing the bracelet her had given her. He frowned, she never took it off, not even to sleep or shower. He became angry thinking that a Soc stole it, but quickly dismissed the thought because (Y/n) didn’t have any bruises or any sign that she had been in a fight.
“Where’s your bracelet?”
The gang held their breath, they knew what was coming, but didn’t want the couple to fight.
“At home”
“And what’s it doing there?”
“I didn’t feel like wearing it”
“Why didn’t you feel like wearing it?”
“You are asking too many questions! Why does it matter to you if I wear it or not? You don’t care about me anyway!”
“Because it-... No never mind, it doesn’t matter to me”
The gang sat in silence, the only sounds were from the television, and cars driving down the street. When Darry, Soda, and Steve came back to the house, the rest of the gang were still in the same positions. Darry had cooked dinner, and after dinner, Mickey was one. Eventually, one by one the gang called it a night and either went home or to bed. Soon it was just (Y/n) and Dally sitting in the living room.
“Do you want to know why the bracelet matters so much?”
(Y/n) didn’t answer, so he continued,
“Because it makes me feel like I’m a major part of your life, even if I’m now with you, a part of me will keep you safe. It makes me feel like I matter to you”
“Dally, you’ve always mattered to me, it’s me that doesn’t feel as though I matter to you”
“Why?”
“Because we go days without speaking to each other, usually because you won’t speak to me, and it’s like I don’t even exist”
“I’m sorry...”
“Are you really though? Tough Dallas Winston doesn’t say he’s sorry. If I mean so damn much to you why do you act like I’m the only person in the world one day, and the next act like I don’t even exist?”
“I’m sorry, I really truly am. It’s just- I didn’t want to mess everything up, I figured out a long time ago that you aren’t anything like Sylvia and you’re like my whole damn world, and I didn’t want to ruin it all. I guess I did anyway”
“You didn’t ruin everything, just promise me something?”
“Sure”
“Don’t ignore me like that ever again”
“Only if you wear that bracelet everyday”
“Promise”
“Promise”
Summary/Request: Requested by @sailover2: Could you do an outsiders soulmate AU with two-bit where the first words your soulmate says to you are writen on your arm? If not its ok.
Everyone knew that on their fifth birthday the first words their soulmate would ever say to them would appear on their arm. When your words appeared they were mildly foreboding, ‘Squeeze my hand if you can hear me’. They were always words that worried you because it said that you must have gotten into some sort of trouble, must have been dazed or hurt or something along those lines and it worried you even from the age of five because what could possibly happen that you’d need to squeeze someone’s hand to communicate.
It meant that you spent a lot of your time dreading the moments running up to meeting your soulmate, knowing that you’d be in pain or hurt or something bad was going to happen.
When it actually happened, it happened so fast that you didn’t even comprehend that this must have been the moment. You weren’t sure how it happened. You were always so careful when you crossed the road, you always crossed at crossings and you always looked left and right before you made any move to cross. But that didn’t help that day, somehow you managed to choose the moment to cross at which a car suddenly turned the corner and it happened so fast that you were sure shock was more prevalent in you than any other feeling.
You never saw yourself being hit by a car, never imagined what it would be like. It was shock and numbness and laboured breathing, it was an inability to get any words out or even try to move. There was a numbness, a dull pain that you knew would increase the moment shock wore off.
You could just make out the sounds of people running towards you, someone ordering another person to phone an ambulance from a pay phone, before kneeling beside you.
He was a young man, a greaser about your age, but he looked softer than most of them did in that moment, soft and calm and you didn’t understand how he was so calm.
You feel him slide his hand into yours and your eyes follow him as he leans closer, “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” you do because you can, you’re scared and shocked but you can hear and you can breathe (even if it’s harder). He kneels there with you until the ambulance comes, he joins you in ambulance and he’s not speaking, but you find him comforting nonetheless. You’re not sure if that’s because he said the words on your arm or because he was there and that was enough.
You’re not sure how long you’re at the hospital, you know you fall unconscious and wake up later, bandaged, hooked up to machines and ever so tired and confused. He’s still with you, sat in a chair by the bed and there’s a swelling of affection in your chest.
“T-thank you” It’s croaked out, your voice feels like it hasn’t been used in 50 years and it’s the snapping of his head and the relief in his smile that makes the effort worth it.
You notice that your arm, your words are on display and further smile on his part lets you know that he knows. He’s your soulmate and your his and it’s so strange that you feared this moment, but part of you thinks that you’d go through everything again for this moment.
“I’m Two-Bit...” At your confused frown he blushes at little, “Keith...but everyone...” You understand, everyone called him Two-Bit because no one called him Keith.
Plot: After Darry get's roughed up after a fight with your ex, Y/n helps clean him up. *light whump/fluff
Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x GN!Reader
*I'll say this takes place like 3 or 4 years after the movie/book.
**Also might be slightly ooc, or at least tainted by other Swayze characters
Words: 1.2k
Tags: For @spuffyfan394; I was originally gonna put this out on your Birthday, but I didn't want to wait that long lol. So Happy Early Birthday!
Warnings: Mentions of blood, fighting, violence, etc.
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Humming to yourself, lost in thought, you almost missed the two young boys that sat down at the counter. But seeing a hand try to slip by you and steal a handful of fries, you quickly swung out, whipping the arm with the wet towel in your hand.
"Ow!" The boy yelped, the other laughed beside him.
You turned around, hiding your smile as you put your hand on your hip. "You should know better Pony."
The boy shook his hand, "Yeah, I know, sorry." He said sheepishly.
You looked between him and Soda before taking out your pad. "What are you guys having?"
"Just a couple of burgers, fries and two sodas, please." Soda said as he reached into his pocket.
Looking past them out the window, you noticed no car. "Darry not with you guy tonight?" You asked.
Soda and Pony shared a quick look before they cleared their throats. Pony picked up the menu and covered his face as Soda began picking through the change in his hand. "Nah, he ate at work."
"Uh-huh." You said said slowly, watching them closely. Leaning over the counter, you leaned on your elbows, staring at them. You watched with mild amusement as Pony hid his face even more, while Soda began to turn away from you. Reaching out, you turned Sodas chair so he had to face you, before taking the menu from Pony. "Answer my question again, and try not lying this time."
The two shared a quick look before meeting your eyes sheepishly. "We're not supposed to say." Pony said, as Soda quickly smacked him on the arm.
"Not supposed to say what Ponyboy?"
As he looked over at Soda you tapped your pen on the counter. "No burgers if you keep lying to me."
They're eyes snapped back to you as their mouths opened "Oh but come on Y/n you can't do that, we're paying customers!" Soda cried out as he waved the money in his hand.
"And I have the right to refuse your patronage." You said with a daring smile. "No talk. No burgers."
They looked at each other again, seeming to have a silent conversation between them before Soda let out a breath and looked back at you. "He got in a fight."
You let out a deep breath and rolled your eyes. "He's gotten in fights before and that hasn't stopped him from telling me about it. So, what else is there?"
Pony began tapping his fingers nervously on the counter as Soda continued. "Some...guy came to the gas station and got in his face. Darry tried to keep calm, but then..."
"Then what?"
"Then he talked bad about you, and you know Darry can't handle when people do that."
You sighed and shook your head. "Was it some Soc?" Pony shook his head. "Then who was it?"
Just after you asked, a thought came to your head. You groaned "Never mind. I've got a feeling I know who it was."
"Please don't be mad at him Y/n, he really did try to keep calm." Pony began to speak rapidly as you began to take off your apron.
Reaching out your hand, you placed it on his. "Don't freak out Pony, I'm not mad. I'm just gonna go see about the damage that was done."
Calling out to the back you threw your apron on the counter. "Hey Theresa, I'm gonna take off early, here's Pony and Sodas orders."
After getting the go ahead to leave, you walked out of the diner, aware of the worried stares from Soda and Pony that followed you out.
Pulling into Darry's drive way, you made a quick scope of the street, wondering if any of the other Greasers were inside. As you peaked through the window, you saw no movement inside. Opening the door, you stepped in, immedietely seeing Darry sitting in his chair.
As he looked up, you saw his emotionless gaze switch to surprise as he threw a bloodied rag over his shoulder and dropped his hand down out of sight.
Tilting your head you barely refrained from laughing. "If you wanna try to hide being injured from me you are gonna have to be a lot quicker than that. Besides, you've got a busted lip Hercules."
Darry pouted a moment before he brought his hands back up. "Worth a shot. Pony and Soda narc on me?"
Walking across the room, you picked up the discarded rag before walking back over to Darry. "They tried to lie for you, but I can see right through them. Just like I can see right through you." Sitting in his lap, you lifted his hand up, studying the bloodies knuckles. "Jesus, what was he wearing a grill or something?"
Darry let out a soft laugh. "No, but I think one of his friends were."
You met his eyes. "Soda didn't say he wasn't alone."
Darry lowered his head a bit. "Yeah, well I wasn't either."
"Did you get into trouble?"
He shook his head. "Boss wasn't there to see it. When he came back, everyone backed me up saying the guys came to start trouble. I got told to get off work early, but that's it."
You sighed, as you gently wiped the blood of his hands. "Look Darrel, I don't care if he comes up to you and starts calling me every name in the book, okay, you just gotta ignore him. If he hates anything more than being dumped, it's being ignored. I don't want you to get into trouble. Or-or get fired, all because of me, okay? I know Sodas working, but Pony's going to college soon, so you know... I just couldn't handle it if something happened. So just...if he comes around again, just, I don't know, lock the doors or something."
Darry watched as you ranted, all the while, you softly wiped his hands. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, or the way his eyes shone with adoration.
Looking at him, you caught how he was staring at you, and you words died on your lips. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He shook his head softly as his smile widened a bit. Reaching up, he gently caressed your chin with his thumb. "You're cute when your all riled up."
You let out a soft sigh, before gently wiping his bloodied lip with the rag. "You make me crazy."
He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "Crazy in love?"
You giggled and pressed your forehead against his. "Yeah, crazy in love, crazy worried, crazy crazy, crazy everything."
He gently nudged your nose with his as he spoke softly. "And I'm crazy for you, you know that?"
"I had an inkling."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You giggled.
"It's never gonna change either. And if anyone talks bad about you-"
"Darry." You warned.
"If anyone talks bad about you, I will warn them, once. And if they don't take that warning, well, who knows what'll happen next."
"What'll happen next is me wiping blood off your hands again."
"Don't worry doll, people tend to head my warnings. Most of them at least."
"And just how many warnings did he get before today?"
"Well...he was an exception."
You chuckled, shaking your head. "No more exceptions, please. For me?"
"Alright. Anything for you."
"Good." You smiled.
Pressing a kiss to your nose, he tightened his arms around you as you laid against him, your head on his shoulder. After a moment of silence, you spoke again. "If you looked like this, what did he end up looking like?"
"You sure you wanna know?"
"Actually I was hoping you took pictures."
Laughing, Darrel shook his head, before placing a kiss to your forehead. "God I love you."
Word Count: 365
Warnings: None, fluffy,
A/N: This was requested by Anon, and it took me ages to write it even though it’s so short because I’ve been super blocked lately. Sorry, but I finally did it!
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You were pinned under Dallas, and at the moment, you didn't want to anywhere else. Dallas was focusing on your lips, his hands under your shirt, his hands warm against your sides. You had your hands curled in his hair. You moaned softly against his mouth and felt him smile against yours.
You and Dally had been in this position many times, your legs wrapped around his hips, his hands wandering under your shirt. But this time, his hand slipped down your stomach, his fingers pausing over the button of your jeans, and everything felt different.
"Is this okay," he asked, pressing his lips against your jaw. You chuckled and threw your hips up, pushing him onto your back. You smiled down at him and bent so your face was hovering over his.
"You think it's gonna be that easy?" Dallas laughed and sat up, locking his lips to yours again, making you sit up too. You pulled away from him, grinning as he peppered kisses over your neck and jaw.
"Come on baby," he breathed between kisses, his lips finding yours again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing closer to him. You pushed him back onto the bed and smiled, resting your hands on your hips.
"Hmm," you mused, casually pulling your shirt over your head. You smiled as he blushed, realizing what was going on.
"Wait, are you serious?" He sat up on his elbows and you laughed, clapping your hands over your mouth.
"Yeah," you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into the kiss deeper.
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"Wow," you sighed, you voice all breathy as you laid back in bed. Dallas smiled over at you with the biggest, dopiest smile you'd ever seen. He laughed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his lips to your temple.
"Glad you liked it," he chuckled, curling his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him and smiled.
"I more than liked it," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his chest. Dally smiled and kissed the top of your head again as you began drifting off into the sleep.
Word Count: 786
Warnings:None, mention of divorce if anything.
A/N:This was requested by anonymous, and I’m sorry it took a while, I just wanted to get it just right.
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Dally had spent the last few weeks of the school year trying to talk you out of going to your aunt's house in New York. He told you horror stories about the street gangs and talked about how rude everyone was. He even told you a story about a time his dad got jumped on the way home from the bar one night, which was strange because Dal never talked about his old man. But on the day you were supposed to leave, Dallas Winston was in your room, helping you pack your bag, because he was a good boyfriend.
"I still don't know why you want to go to New York," he grumbled, tossing shirts at you from your closet. You sighed and grabbed each article of clothing he tossed your way and folded them, putting them in your suitcase.
"Because my aunt, who I haven't seen in years, has invited me to stay with her for the summer to get away this nightmare," you explained, for the ump-teenth time, gesturing to the house you'd grown up in. Your parents were going through a messy divorce, and three months away in The City of Dreams seemed like a nice break from that. Dallas smiled as you sipped your bag up, and you smiled as he pulled you back into him. His hands rubbed slowly over your hips.
"But for three months," he whined in your ear, kissing your neck. "It's just too long." You turned to face him and chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I'll be back before you know it, Dal," you sighed your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. He pressed a kiss to his your forehead. You just leaned into him and just breathed in the smell of cigarette smoke and his leather jacket. It was a smell you learned to love in the months since you started dating. He had been your shield, your get away, since your parents started the arduous divorce process.
You were pulled away from Dally when a car honked outside your house. Dally pulled away from you with a frown and glared out the window towards the yellow cab waiting to take you away.
"Come on, Dal," you sighed, taking his hand, "walk me out?" Dallas grabbed your suitcase and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He silently escorted you out t the sidewalk. You waited as he put the suitcase in the trunk and slammed it shut. He leaned against the trunk and stared down at the road. You walked over to stand in front of him, smiling up at him.
"Dal," you started, but stopped when his eyes flicked up from the road under your feet to your eyes. You shared a look and he reached up and pulled his saint Christopher over his head. He let a long sigh out through his nose before offering it to you. "Your Christopher medal?"
"If ya want it," he sighed, trying not to show you he cared one way or the other. "He's the patron saint of travelers. I mean, if you insist on going to that shit city-"
"Which I do," you insisted, pulling the chain down over your head.
"Well then you should go with some sort of protection. Spiritual or otherwise."
"Thank's Dallas," you managed to get out before Dallas pressed his lips against yours. You felt his slip something in your back pocket, but he pulled away from you roughly as the cabie honked again.
"She's comin'," he barked. He turned back to you and smiled. "I also slipped you a knife. Because, Christopher can only take you so far." You smiled and gave him a playfully disapproving look.
"I love you," you said, you eyes going wide when you realized what you had just said. You meant it, you knew you did, but you were afraid Dallas wouldn't feel the same, or worse, he'd resent you being so open with your feelings. But Dally seemed unfazed, like he hadn't heard you say anything, let alone that you loved him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you around to the back door of the cab, pulling it open for you. You let out a nervous sigh and slid into the car. Dally closed the door and leaned in the open window.
"Don't change in New York," he said, leaning a little closer to you. He gently grabbed your face and kissed you again, making your head spin and toes curl. "Because I kind of love ya the way you are." You blushed as Dally pulled out of the cab, slapping it on the roof, telling the cabbie you were ready.
