#darryxreader

Imagine Darry realizing he loves you

Word Count: 748 Warnings: None Darry CurtisXReader _____________________________________________

You Spent all of your free time at the Curtis house, helping Darry any way you could manage. Cleaning house, doing laundry, cooking for the gang. Tonight was one of the nights you stayed to cook. You were standing at the stove, stirring gravy for your mashed potatoes, singing a song by Ella Fitzgerald. You were singing so loud you didn't hear Darry come into the front door, so you kept singing.

Attracted by your singing, Darry moved to stand at the kitchen door. He watched you sway your hips to the music, smiling as you sang Let's Fall In Love, the lyrics filling the small kitchen, bending to check the meatloaf. He watched for several moments before setting his tool belt down, clearing his throat to make his presence known. You jumped up and spun around to face him, your hand over your heart to keep it from leaping out of your chest.

"Christ, Darry," you chuckle, blushing at being so scared.

"Didn't mean to scare you, (Y/N)," he said, stepping towards you, reaching out for you.

"Oh it's fine," you laugh, waving him off, going back to your gravy. "How was work?" He smiled and leaned against the door frame again, shrugging. You knew he worked to hard, but he never let it show.

"It was alright," he said. You gave him a knowing look and a sympathetic smile. "I've been looking forward to coming home all day though." You smile and grabbed the pot of potatoes, moving to the sink to drain them. He took them from you and drained them, smiling at you as you moved the gravy off the hot burner.

"Sit down, Dar," you say, grabbing the masher and the pot of drained potatoes from him. "Grab a beer and relax. Go watch some TV or something." He chuckled and grabbed a beer from the fridge, sitting at the kitchen table instead, a small smile on his lips as he watched you finish dinner.

You called the Soda and Pony in for dinner, reminding them to wash their hands as you served their plates. You all sat down and talked about everyone's days. Every time you glanced over at Darry, he had a strange look on his face, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. After dinner was done, you sent Pony to go do his homework and Soda ducked out for a date with Sandy. You cleaned up the table, looking over at Darry with a curious smile when you saw that same strange look on his face.

"You've been looking at me like that all night," you laugh, starting to wash the dishes. "Mind telling me what's up?" He smirked down at his beer, the smile still on his face as he shrugged.

"I don't know," he said, looking up at you. "I guess I just realized something." You smiled at him and moved to sit at the table, leaning towards him.

"Is it that I'm a fantastic cook?" You laugh and reach for his beer, taking a drink and setting it back in his hand.

"Nah, (Y/N)," he chuckled, "I've known that for a while." He swallowed hard, noticing the way you smiled at him, serving to make him more nervous. "Just, thank you for taking care of us." You felt your smile falter, but you managed to keep it up. You stood and moved to go back to doing the dishes.

"I don't mind," you dismiss with a chuckle, "if I wasn't here taking care of you boys, I wouldn't have any kind of life at all." You continued to wash the dishes. Darry got up and helped to rinse and dry the dishes. He looked down at you, smiling as he got lost in your eyes.

"What," you ask with a chuckle, "is something on my fa-" Darry leaned down and kissed you, his hands still wet as he cupped your face, holding your lips against his. You melted into the kiss as the surprise passed. Darry pulled away from you slowly, as bashful smile on his face as his cheeks turned pink.

"Sorry, bout that," he breathed, his fingers still cupping your face. You smiled up at him and let your hands snake up his chest until your arms were wrapped around his neck.