It was late at night and the boys had gone to bed, Johnny was asleep on the couch, and the two of you were finally alone.
"So what's this surprise you got for me Darling?" He called from the bedroom, you came out of the closet wearing your robe,
"Look," you said "we ain't gotta do nothing, but I do want you to know that I wanna look nice for you."
Darry looked like he'd been given a raise, with how big the smile was on his face, you pulled back the robe and revealed a lace bra and a pair of lacey shorts.
"(Y/n) with how you look in that, how can I not wanna do nothin to you."
You giggled and left the robe hanging back up in the closet and going right into bed with him.
Darry immediately wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you in to start kissing you. You could help but laugh when he was smiling into the kisses.
"We're gonna have to be quiet." You told him.
"I'm gonna make that difficult for you, pretty girl." He whispered.
"Is that a challenge?" You ask a furry glint in your eyes.
You feel the reaction more than see it, when Darry kisses you again you take it as a "yes".
In the morning you're making breakfast for the boys, a scarf around your neck along with your robe. Darry has his jacket and jeans on already.
The two you get boys looking at you two confused while Soda can hardly contain his laughter.
"You alright Johnny?" You ask.
"Yeah." He says with a yawn, "Just kept having weird dreams about some guy ghost banging on something last night."
Soda lost it, he from his place on the couch he rolled off onto the floor.
Darry hung his head low and walked into the bathroom for a moment.
"Well it's just a dream sweetheart." You said, you brought the cake over to the table.
ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🎀 ﾟ. darry curtis x fem!girlie!fiance!reader
author's note — ꩜ k so girlie!!reader has my heart so yeah!! this was originally supposed to be a peter parker fic but i just didnt have any ideas for that so i switched it to dare ♡ divider by @/benkeibear
word count — ☆ 0.2k
warnings — ✦ none
"hey sweetheart," darry called from the kitchen. the eggs he was making for breakfast sizzled in the pan. he glanced back and saw his fiancé making her way to the empty bathroom holding a small pink bag. "where're you goin'?"
"i'm doing my makeup," she replied cheerfully. he heard a zipper and the water running before turning off a second later. darry switched off the stove and moved the eggs onto four different plates. he heard pony and soda's bed creak and poked his head in to tell them to hurry up and that breakfast was on the table. then, he decided to go watch his fiancé do her makeup.
when he entered the small bathroom, he shut the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub. his eyes widened at the amount of products she had scattered across the tiny counter and on the toilet seat. "gosh, honey, d'ya do this every day?"
she giggled and darry felt that her laugh alone could make flowers bloom in the winter. "of course! it's not as glammed up as what i'd do if i was going out but y'know," she smiled and looked down at the pink powder in her hands. "makes me feel pretty." she looked back into the mirror and continued to brush the powder onto her cheeks.
darry felt a wide grin split across his face and he stood up, moving behind y/n and wrapping his arms around her waist. he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple.
"you're always pretty to me," he whispered, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
love your writing & noticed your requests were open !!
can you do hcs for falling asleep on the boys? (head in their lap/resting on their shoulder/lying on their chest/etc.)
A/N: This is such a cute request? I love the soft fluff involved in this and had so much fun writing this <3 thanks for the request
DARRY CURTIS
Darry likes to read the newspaper, it’s canon, and I have a feeling he’d just sit in his chair for an hour or so in the evenings, leafing through his newspaper
Gently nudge the papers to the side and crawl into his lap, tuck your head under his chin or into the crook of his neck and just lay with him for a while
Fall asleep in his arms because it’s going to be a little while before he comes to bed and you might as well lay with him while he’s busy
Darry loves it when you fall asleep on him, he makes sure to hold you a little tighter and press a soft kiss to the side of your head as he keeps you close
In the newspaper scenario, he’d have an arm around your waist, fingers drawing shapes into your hips as his eyes scan over the words in front of him
If you shift or make a noise, Darry is immediately turning his attention to you and pulling you closer, making sure you’re okay
SODAPOP CURTIS
I feel like falling asleep on Sodapop doesn’t really happen? Because like if you’re asleep, Soda’s falling asleep almost at the same time
Nap time is nap time for the both of you, y’know? I just think that Sodapop would be cute like that
Loves the feeling of you falling asleep on him though, especially when your head is on his shoulder and he’s got his arm around you
If you get cuddly when you’re tired, look no further than your darling Sodapop, he likes cuddles
Has most definitely used the excuse of you being asleep to get out of stuff-
Like, it’s late, post-rumble and everyone’s scattered around the living room, Soda wants cake but you’re half-asleep against his side so he quietly annoys Ponyboy until he agrees to go and get Sodapop a slice of cake from the icebox
PONYBOY CURTIS
Don’t be afraid to manhandle him a little so you have a comfortable sleeping space? Nudge him so he’s sitting where you want and then just fall asleep
He won’t care, I promise you, he’ll be too busy mentally combusting at the physical affection to really care what you’re doing
I have a feeling he’d have like a complete mental breakdown the first time you fall asleep on him <3
Whether it’s on the bench in the lot or his bed at the Curtis house when you’re taking a break from studying, Pony sort of has to take a minute because you, the one he’s absolutely enamored with, is asleep with their head on his chest
Heaven forbid his brothers or the boys find you, the two of you will be hearing about you asleep on Ponyboy for a solid two weeks
The visual of being asleep on Ponyboy’s chest while he’s reading a book, his hands resting on the small of your back, his nose buried in your hair while his eyes shift back and forth over your head as he reads <3
DALLAS WINSTON
Buck knocking and opening Dally’s door to see him leaning back into the corner by his bed with you sprawled out across his chest, sound asleep while he’s quietly smoking-
It’s probably one of the only times you’ll see a soft and quiet Dally, he’s very gentle
Softly running his hands through your hair when you’re on the edge of sleep to help and coax you into relaxing against him
He likes to pretend he’s such a hardass, so he’ll complain about something when you wake up, whether your elbow was digging into his ribs or you made his arm fall asleep when you used his bicep as a pillow or your weight made it hard to breathe
That being said, he’s never turned you away when you want to fall asleep on him except for like when you’re in public and stuff
It makes him feel wanted, feel needed, he likes that you have that trust in him to be relaxed enough around him to fall asleep, he likes that you feel safe enough
JOHNNY CADE
Falling asleep in the lot after a long night of watching the stars, curled up together on that old car bench, your head on his shoulder as you cuddle together, neither of you quite ready to go home and overly content in each other’s arms
Falling asleep on Johnny is such a wholesome experience? Like? He’s such a sweetheart?
Keep a respectful arm around your waist or a hand on your hip to keep you close to him
You kind of serve the purpose of a weighted blanket but in the very best way? If that makes sense?
A calming presence and gentle pressure that sort of keeps Johnny content and make it easier to fall asleep
10/10, would definitely recommend taking a nap on Johnnycake, his little freakout, when he realizes you’re actually asleep and using him as a pillow, is the cutest thing ever
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
Post-rumble and everything? Two-Bit is not afraid to take over the entire couch with you and kick the boys to the chairs and floor
Sprawl out on the couch, lay your head in his lap and watch whatever’s on television or watch the boys hang around until you can’t keep your eyes open
Two-Bit’ll play with your hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers and scratching at your scalp until you’re asleep with your head resting on his thigh
He’s very protective over you when you’re sleeping, especially if he’s serving the role of your pillow
Two-Bit makes sure no one disrupts you and will handle all of the teasing on his own with a fond smile on his face and a gentle hand resting on your back
It’s so obvious that he’s head over heels for you in these moments, the boys have caught him so many times, attention totally on you as he runs his hands over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him when you make a noise
STEVE RANDLE
Falling asleep on Steve <3 cannot even begin to describe how much I love this, I love this little dude so much
No matter how you fall asleep, whether you’re laying with your head on his chest, leaning against his shoulder, or with your head in your lap, Steve is over the moon
He’s so in love, so very in love with you, and you can just tell by the look on his face when he’s busy staring at you
Steve’s likes to have his arms around you, hugging you close when you’re asleep-
If you’re asleep on his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head; if you’ve got your head in his lap, he’s got his hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair; if your head is on his shoulder, he’s pressing periodic kisses to your head
Steve likes to talk, that’s no surprise to anyone, so as you’re falling asleep, he’ll ask about your day, make small comments about how he loves you, smiling every time you give him a hum in reply <3
TIM SHEPARD
You falling asleep on him in like one of the highest forms of intimacy in his mind, he usually sleeps on his stomach, we’ve talked about it a little here and it lives rent-free in my mind-
When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, that’s probably one of his favorite things, he loves all of it, laying on his back is like a special thing for you
If he wants your head on his chest, he’ll tug you down with him on the couch so you’re laying between his legs with your head over his heart
Tim will unconsciously synch his breathing with yours as he rubs up and down on your back, kissing your head every so often as he noses along your hairline
His siblings know well enough to keep their mouths shut if they find you sleeping on Tim’s chest in the living room, they won’t say anything until you’re gone
Tim’s protective of you when you’re sleeping, just like Two-Bit is, he keeps you close, a protective arm around your body
CURLY SHEPARD
Just like with his brother, Curly sleeps on his stomach, which means the opportunity to fall asleep on him doesn’t always present itself
When the occasion arises, and you do, there’s a moment of oh-my-god-you’re-asleep-you’re-really-asleep-and-your-head-is-on-my-shoulder and Curly has a mini freak-out
He’s not used to all the soft affection, none of the Shepard siblings are but you always give him the soft affection and are so good to him, he short circuits sometimes
Curls settles quickly though, he tightens his arm around you and pulls you closer, pressing a tentative kiss to your forehead
He blushes so hard when somebody finds the two of you laying together and tries to bury his face in your hair
Tim will ask him about how you slept the next morning, sipping casually at a mug of coffee
wondering if cherry broke up with bob before he died and that’s why he went after johnny and ponyboy?? and maybe that’s why cherry says she could’ve made it simpler for the fight not to have happened in the first place…?
This is an interesting theory and one that I like better. I always thought she meant that she could’ve made it simpler by not hanging out with Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit and walking home with them after the movie.
Darry Curtis x Fem! Reader
Tags: Angsty-ish. References of violence. Financial issues. Darry is stressed.
Word Count: 2.3k
“If you really don’t mind…that’d be great,"
“Darry, why don’t you come to bed?” You called with a calming, sweet voice.
Darry was listening, but he didn’t pay any attention to your suggestion. His back was turned to you from where he stood at the tattered dresser in his bedroom.
He had a basket of dry clothes that he was working on folding and putting away, but his stewing was more obvious than anything.
“He just doesn’t ever think,” Darry grumbled, his head shaking in irritation. “He’s always got his head stuck somewhere else.”
He was talking about Ponyboy, of course. The only person in the world that Darry could get so sore and annoyed with was his youngest brother.
It had been a stressful day for Darry. Work was exhausting and he received a notice for being behind on the electricity bill again this month. Darry had mentioned to you that money was tighter than usual right now.
Soda was picking up extra hours at the DX to make up for it, considering that he had more time to spend now that he had dropped out of school. Darry was taking on more roofing jobs and spending extra time bookkeeping for the company.
He already had a lot on his plate, and today had only made it heavier.
Tensions between Greasers and Socs had been higher lately. Socs were getting too comfortable stepping outside of their side of town, harassing and assaulting any Greaser they could get their hands on.
All Ponyboy did was walk home from the movies. For weeks, all he talked about was the new Paul Newman film coming out.
He wanted to be one of the first ones to see it, since he anticipated it for weeks.
Getting jumped by a group of Socs definitely put a damper on his afternoon, his screams and cries as proof to it. The gang was quick to his rescue and Ponyboy was relatively unharmed...but it had scared Darry something awful.
You hadn't been there when it happened, but when you showed up to the Curtis' home around dinnertime, you knew that something wasn't right.
Darry was quiet all through dinner. Sodapop did his best to crack jokes and start up conversation, but the energy between his older and younger brother was too much to break through.
You really knew something was wrong when Ponyboy couldn't have cared less about answering your questions about the Paul Newman film that was fresh on his mind. You made a mental note to ask him about it later when things cooled off, because you really wanted to know all about it.
Ponyboy finished up his homework in his bedroom after dinner, Sodapop retreating to the shower to rinse himself of whatever traces of diesel and gasoline might've been lingering on him.
That left you and Darry with the dishes, where he told you all about the day's events...not leaving out a single detail.
After homework was finished and everybody was cleaned up, bedtime called and the house was put to rest for the night.
Darry, however, was still fired up.
You had been in bed for at least an hour now, but Darry was pacing the room and was basically beating up his poor laundry.
Darry wasn't really angry. His way of expressing concern could come off as aggressive. You knew this from experience and from understanding him, which was the only reason you were keeping your cool with him for being so harsh.
“He knows better than to walk anywhere alone. Especially after what happened to Johnny,” Darry sighed a harsh exhale of air. “He could’ve at least been carryin’ a blade.”
There was a sudden urge to defend Ponyboy within your heart. In these moments where Darry was at odds with one of his brothers, you tended to not to take sides. Most of the time, you could see clearly from both points of view.
But Darry scolding Ponyboy for not having a knife on him was unfair, because you knew what Darry would’ve said if he had.
“You would’ve gotten on to him if he had been carrying one,” You pointed out, and Darry sighed again. “And he shouldn’t have to watch over his shoulder just walking home from the movies.”
Darry didn’t say anything. He continued to fold his clothes and all but slam them into the drawer.
“Darry,” You said sternly. “He’s alright. That’s what matters.”
Darry’s hands stopped fidgeting with the gray t-shirt that he was close to creating a permanent crease in. His head lowered with defeat and the knowledge that you were right.
There was no sense in fretting over it now. He hoped that Ponyboy would be more careful after this. He could at least feel somewhat better that Pony was planning on spending his Saturday with Dallas and Johnny.
Actually, that didn't make him feel all that comfortable.
“Yeah. I know.” He set the t-shirt inside and closed the drawer.
Darry was trying his best, and he often felt like his best wasn't good enough. He didn't know how to raise and take care of a 17 and 14 year old. He already had so much to worry about.
He supposed he could add "being worried about his little brother getting beat to a pulp" to the list.
You couldn't see his face, but you didn't need to see his expression to know what he was thinking. He wore his stress and he showed the weight on his shoulders physically. You could see the anxiety and the strain from a mile away.
"Hey," You said to get his attention. His head raised and he turned at the sound of your voice that called to his heart in the most beautiful way. "Come here."
Oh, he looked so tired.
His eyes were glazed over and the dark circles under his eyes had gotten so much worse lately. He couldn't take much more of this. Darry was strong and capable, but even the strongest and most capable had a limit.
His limit was being pushed like never before.
You always let him know when you were concerned. Over and over again you had reminded him that you were there for him in any way. Oftentimes, he felt insanely upset for making you troubled.
Ironically, he felt stressed that you were stressed about him being stressed.
You tried not to show your concern too much, simply just to keep him from feeling so bad.
But when he looked into your pleading eyes that were looking at him so intently, he knew you were worried. The desire to comfort him was written all over your face. The least he could do was give in to your needs.
After all, he could lay the events of the day to rest and start over tomorrow.
His steps were heavy and slow as he approached his side of the bed. A soft bed and his favorite girl appealed to him far more than manhandling his laundry. His strong, superman frame slid into bed, a quiet groan escaping his chest at the feeling of the mattress offering his muscles and bones so much relief.
You turned off the lamp on the table next to you, sending the room into darkness. The only light came from the moon in the sky outside and the street lamps on the road. Together, they offered just enough light so that you could make out his face and features.
His eyes fluttered closed, but he wasn't asleep. No matter how tired he was or how downhearted he felt, he never went to sleep without chatting with you for at least a few minutes.
"Didn't even ask about your day," Darry's brows raised in regret. "I'm sorry."
His legs intertwined with yours, his arm snaking around your waist. His hand rested on your lower back and rubbed in soothing, gentle circles.
"It's okay. I worked the breakfast and lunch shift. Nothing special." You shrugged, taking one of his large hands into yours and fiddling with his fingers playfully.
Darry's eyebrows went from apologetic to confused. It was funny talking to Darry when he was half asleep because his expressions still changed accordingly.
"You did that one day last week. Are you workin' double shifts now?" He asked.
"Just once a week. I'm hoping the extra cash will help me out."
Darry almost laughed. He understood that better than anybody.
A few moments of silence passed. Darry was enjoying having you here and so close to him. His sleep would still be restless, but it made him feel better to know that the three most important people in his life were all together, safe, and accounted for.
He felt somewhat at ease, and if he could go to bed in a halfway relaxed state, then that was a good end to the day.
But he wasn't surprised when you brought up the previous conversation.
"Pony loves you a lot, you know. He wants to make you proud," You placed a stray set of hairs back with the rest. "He looks up to you."
"You sound like Sodapop," He grumbled, his closed eyes twitching once. "Always stickin' up for the kid brother."
"That's not true," You responded with a soft voice. "I just understand what both of you are feeling. Seeing the two of you so at odds is hard."
Darry only sighed. This wasn't the first time that you had brought this up to him. He knew that you were only trying to help, and he appreciated it endlessly.
He was thankful that you were so understanding with the obstacles that came between the two of you. Those obstacles often had nothing to do with your relationship, but Darry had to juggle so much that it was inevitable that some of it would creep its way in.
Darry couldn't understand how you were so patient. How you could put up with him -- a guy who rarely had enough time for you and was always giving the majority of his attention to his brothers -- was a mystery to him.
Whatever the answer was, he was forever thankful for it.
“I’m working the dinner shift for the next several days,” You said. “How about I take Pony to school on Monday? That way he can sleep in — and I’ll make sure he gets fed and to school on time.”
His eyelids shot open. The frustration and hardness from before in Darry’s eyes faded into something softer. It was a cross between love and adoration…with a sprinkle of guilt.
“You don’t have to do that.” Darry sighed, his heart sinking but also swelling at the thought of you helping take care of his brothers.
The last thing Darry wanted was for you to feel obligated to help out with Sodapop and Ponyboy just because it was such a priority for him. Darry never wanted to make his duties become yours.
Even the little things like washing the dishes after dinner or helping Ponyboy with his homework made Darry feel like he was bestowing responsibilities upon you that you didn’t ask for.
You always offered to do these things or just did them because you wanted to. Darry’s biggest fear was that you would feel like the only way to earn his affection was through picking up the slack that he fell behind on.
“I really don’t mind,” You smiled. “Besides, if I’m going to stay here all the time, the least I can do is help out.”
Darry knew that all of these little chores that you helped out with did take pressure off of him. The smallest of tasks really made a big difference at the end of the day.
“It’d be a huge help, but…I don’t know…” He held the back of his neck, hesitant to give in to your offer.
“Darry, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to,” You rested a warm hand on his cheek. “I’ll take him to the diner for breakfast. He loves the pancakes.”
Pancakes. Darry could’ve teared up. Not only were you going out of your way to get him to school on time, you were going even further out of your way to feed him a breakfast that he loved…and also one that he didn’t get to have very often.
In many ways, lending a hand around the house and taking care of the boys was because you loved Darry.
Loving Sodapop and Ponyboy as your own? That was loving Darry. Washing dishes after dinner and hanging wet clothes on the clothesline — that was loving Darry too. Driving Ponyboy to school and letting him pig out on chocolate chip pancakes…was most definitely loving Darry.
“If you really don’t mind…that’d be great," He nodded, eyes closing again. "I know Pony would really dig that."
"Good," You brought the palm of his hand to your lips. "And I don't want you feeling guilty over it."
He couldn't help but chuckle, a genuine smile spreading on his face.
"Alright. I'll try." He agreed.
He chuckled again when you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, his grip tightening around you slightly and bringing you closer to him. He caught your lips in a kiss this time, humming with content at the feeling of your smile underneath.
He couldn't help but think about how lucky he was. A woman as wonderful as you, working double shifts and taking on extra responsibilities and yet you still made time for him.
He had a lot of time to make up to you. He owed you a date night if nothing else, and even then, that wasn't really repaying you at all.
But for now, the best he could do was be here and be in the moment. If kissing you and keeping you close was making you happy, then that was the least he could do.
He didn't stray far from you for the rest of the night. The two of you slept closely, sharing kisses and soft hums throughout the night whenever you stirred one another awake.
This was something that Darry wished for. And perhaps one day, he could have this all the time. Not today, but maybe someday.
I think I might start to be a little more active on here so if there’s any Outsiders blogs that are still active can you show yourself?? I would love to have some more mutuals!
Also my asks are open so if you have any questions about me, the blog, or any headcannons/fic ideas don’t be shy send them in!!! I would love to answer them.
I think I might post a small (very late) introduction post in a couple days too.
rewatching “the outsiders” and realized that when johnny and pony get to the abandoned church, an owl screeches and prompts johnny to ask frantically “what was that?”
these two things happen once again after the church is up in flames and johnny and pony go in to rescue the children
i just did a quick search of owl symbolism and basically they can mean wisdom or death. so that’s nice
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