#delicate!reader

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 Comfort 」 ⸝⸝

… or, when you’re in a time of need and dally isn’t there

warnings ~ mostly fluff, nightmares, brief insinuation of SA, Dally being a D1 sap </3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ w/c ~ 754

a/n ~ oh how I’ve missed writing for my girl delicate!reader💔 also yall remember I write for people other than pony and darry and have unique au's (that is all my asks are filled of) (not rlly a complaint but still i miss my boys)

Hands. Everywhere. That’s all you can feel.

On your hips. On your chest.

Firm, selfish hands holding down your arms, your legs. Immobilizing you. Preventing your escape.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with nothing but inky blackness. But then faces begin to emerge. Familiar faces.

The faces of those who broke you down and left you nothing but a shell of your previous self.

Cruel smiles are plastered to their lips, as they grab onto your arms and hold you down.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be hangin’ around grease.” The blue-eyed one quips.

The other two tighten their grip on your body.

“You need to be taken care of by a real man.”

He places his hands on your things, and—

You wake up gasping, screaming. Tears stream down your cheeks, chest heaving with every breath you try taking. 

You feel like you’re suffocating. 

And then Darry bursts into your room.

Panic is written all over his face, and you can’t blame him. But that doesn’t stop you from putting yourself into the corner of your bed. As far away from him as you can. 

He knows what this means, why you get like this and how to fix it. Without a word, he leaves the room and walks over to the landline. 

His heart faces as he dials Buck’s number.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

Then there’s a click.

“Hello?” A gruff, clearly tired voice spits.

“Buck?”

“Darrel? The hell are you doin’ up this late?”

“It don’t matter, is— is Dally there?” Darry tries to keep himself from sounding too panicked.

“Uh, yeah. Want me to get ‘im?”

“Yes. Please. Quickly.”

The other end goes silent for a while, before a voice with a thick and familiar accent speaks.

“What’s up, man?” Dallas drawls.

“It happened again.”

“Darry? The fuck are you doin’ up?”

“She had another nightmare. I need you here right now.”

Once again, it goes silent.

“Shit, man.. I’ll be over in ten.”

“Thank you, Dally.” Darrel ignores the desperate relief in his tone.

“Man, it's no problem.” The phone clicks, the line goes dead, and all Darry can do is wait.

Dally arrives in less than eight minutes.

He doesn't bother parking well, instead rushing inside the house. He knows how bad it gets for you at night. How you wake up trembling and in tears. 

The door slams open, probably waking up Pony and Soda, but he doesn’t care. He brushes past Darry without a word – an interaction they’ve both grown used to – making a beeline for your room.

When he opens your door, the tough facade he puts on melts.

You sit in the corner of your bed, backed up against the wall, cowering like a scared little deer. Your gaze doesn't even  flicker up to him, instead staying wide-eyed and focused on the ground.

He can’t imagine the things you’re going through, have gone through.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, gentle; uncharacteristically tender.

Your eyes finally meet his, and as he sheds his jacket and boots, it softens.

He strips down to his boxers before he slides into bed beside you. Immediately, you cling to his side, pressing your face against the crook of his neck.

“That dream must’ve been scary, huh?” His arms encircle your body, drawing you even closer to him. The skin-to-skin contact comforts you, his warmth seeps into your skin like a drug you’ll never get sick of.

You nod at his words, cuddling into his side.

Dally smiles, bringing a hand up to brush your hair out of your face. He does that for a while; just petting you, murmuring tender words in your ear that would crush his ‘tough-guy’ persona like an ant.

Your eyes soon grow heavy, sleep  threatening to once again overtake your body.

“You tired, sweet thing?” His own voice is thick with exhaustion.

“Mhmm…” You sigh, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

He lays a soft kiss on your forehead, before his arms wrap entirely around your body. There isn’t a single place you feel more safe than in Dally’s arms. Ironic, really, considering his record – both criminal and with women.

“Go to sleep, baby. I gotchu.” He pecks your cheek, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair on the back of your head.

Moments later, you’re drifting off into slumber, peaceful and content. Nightmares don’t plague you, instead replaced with warmth and safety.

As for Dally?

He couldn’t be happier.

── ✘ HUSH HUSH | KILLER .ᐟ CHRIS &. DELICATE .ᐟ READER

you have always been the only one to treat him with kindness. it's only fair that such affections be met in return with obsession.

there was not a lot of good that could be said about the sturniolo household in their youth. three near-identical brothers enter the first summer of their adult lives after high school graduation, and only one remains by the next summer.

⟢ ꒰ ⋮「 My little dove, why do you cry? 」 ⸝⸝

“It feels as though her whole world has come down around her. Her brother hates her, she’s lying motionless on cold pavement, and she might not see tomorrow morning. But, even then, in her darkest of moments, there may be light.”

Warnings ~ canon-typical violence, Socs being perverted, cursing, mild implications of SA, mentions of sh, mental health struggles

･ ⟢ ⋮ a/n: guess who’s making this an au!! Calling the reader “soft!reader” (cus it’s all I could think of…) will be basing her off of me😓 also i wont be posting for the next few days since I’ll be on a school trip 💔

w/c ~ 1600+

──── ₊˚⊹ ♰ ⊹˚₊ ────

You run.

You run as fast as you can.

Your lungs burn like a sinner in church by the time you’re across town. You pause to catch your breath, chest heaving as you lean against your throbbing knees.

The tears in your eyes threaten to fall. But you don’t let them. You’ll never let them ever again. You glance up, taking in your surroundings as you catch your breath. Big houses with white picket fences, fancy architecture, all looking the exact same aside from color surround you on every side.

You realize you’re in Soc territory a moment too late.

“Well, look what we have here.” A cocky voice drawls, several sets of footsteps echoing behind you.

Your head whips around, and you’re met with three faces you’ll never forget. Three boys, clearly Socs by their shiny hair and madras shirts, all with shit-eating grins on their faces.

One is blonde, with deep brown eyes and a sharp nose. One is brunette, with a chipped tooth he seems to wear proudly. The final one – the leader – has black hair, with blue eyes that are forever etched into your brain. Your voice fails you.

“Such a pretty little thing, and all alone, too.” The one with black hair murmurs, stepping up to you. Close. Too close. He twirls a piece of your hair in his finger, his smirk cruel.

You can’t speak. You can’t move. Your heart sits in your aching throat, words not wanting to leave your mouth. Your legs fail you when you need them the very most. You want to pull away but you can’t.

“What, cat got your tongue?” It’s the blonde one this time, taking a step too close; so close you can practically feel his beer-tainted breath on your face.

“Bet she’s amazing with her tongue...” The brunette one eyes you up and down, his gaze so full of malice and lust that it sets your head spinning.

“You wanna test that theory?” His buddy adds.

The moment you manage to take a step back, they’re acting.

───〃★

You feel like you’ve been through hell. And in a way, you have.

Bruises kiss every inch of your body, proof of the act that had stolen any innocence you had left, leaving you more broken than any knife ever has.

You can’t move. It hurts too much.

Memories of the vile things they had done to you linger vividly in your mind. Hands grabbing, legs kicking, fingers pinching. It’s all so fresh. Your chest burns with every attempt at taking a breath, ribs probably bruised. Maybe even broken. You wouldn’t be surprised.

You can still feel the phantom sensation of their hands all over you – leaving marks that may not be visible but hurt as much as a blade slitting open your throat.

It isn't long before your head begins to grow fuzzy and clouded, all the injuries scattered about your body finally catching up to you.

But then there’s a voice. Calling your name. So distant, so soft, it sounds as though it’s underwater. But you recognize it. The unique drawl, different from you and your brothers’ accent. Not southern, but New York.

“Where are ya, sweetheart…? Shit, is that you?!”

Then comes a face.

Dark, messy hair. Brown eyes full of an unusual fear. A sharp jawline set tight with tension.

“Damnit… god fuckin’ damnit…..”

Strong arms wrap around your crumpled form, lifting you with ease. The oddly familiar scent of leather and cigarettes fills your nose. You don’t have the energy to question who it is, where they’re taking you or if they’re even a decent person.

All you can do is lean your head against their chest, eyes fluttering shut. You’re exhausted. So, very exhausted.

“No… no, no, no, doll… dont you fuckin’ give up on me.”

That voice is the last thing you hear before you black out.

───〃★

You awaken with a start.

But the moment you try sitting up, a sharp pain shoots through your entire body, sending you right back into a lying position.

How long has it been? Hours? Days? You don’t know. The only thing even hinting at the time is the darkness outside your bedroom window.

Wait, you’re in your bedroom? How did you get there?

Suddenly, it all comes rushing back.

Darry. The argument. The Socs. Their hands. Their faces. The pain. The voice.

You manage to pull yourself into an upright position, not stopping despite pain blooming throughout your body. A scream threatens to rip itself from your aching throat, but you don’t let it.

Somehow – but not without excruciating pain that brings tears to your eyes – you bring yourself to your feet, hobbling over to your mirror.

Bruises cover nearly your entire body. Your arms, parts of your legs and your torso are wrapped in bandages. You can only really vaguely remember what the Socs did to you.

Punches. Kicks. A knife. Hands. So, so many hands.

It brings even more tears to your eyes.

For several minutes, you just stand there, ears ringing as you recall everything that took place. But then you register the voices outside your room.

“Do you know what happened to her?” It’s Soda, a concerned edge to his typically playful voice.

“She was clearly jumped, dumbass! What makes you think I know exactly what happened??” It’s that voice again. The one you heard after you got jumped. And now, you know who it belongs to.

The infamous greaser – known for picking fights with Socs and stealing so much it’s like breathing for him – Dallas Winston.

Dallas Winston is the one who brought you home.

“Well, the good news is that she’s alive and safe.” Another voice pipes up.

Darry.

Oh, god, Darry.

You remember the fight; the very thing that caused this to happen. Looking back, it was over something so trivial. Why couldn’t you just be grateful for what you have?

Slowly, you waddle over to your door, feeling like a newborn fawn who doesn’t know how to use her legs yet. With trembling hands, you open your door, wincing at the creak that echoes throughout the tense atmosphere of the hallway.

Immediately, several heads are turning towards you.

Concern is etched into their features, but none of them make any sort of movement. However, the first person that does act isn’t Soda or Pony or even Darry, but Dally.

He walks right over to you, his face – usually full of mischief and cockiness – now holds nothing but fear.

“Hey, doll… You doin’ alright?” He says, his voice lower than normal. But not soft. More like he wants to be gentle but is too prideful to, which is probably more or less the truth.

Darry stares at him like he’s crazy, but doesn't stop him.

“I-I– I’m f– fine.” You stutter, feeling nothing but small. Weak. Fragile. And maybe that’s what you truly are, but it isn't what you want to be.

Dally stares down at you, gaze unable to fully fix on you for more than a couple seconds at a time. Like he’s terrified of the prospect of looking at you. Finally, he opens his mouth to speak again, but he’s shoved aside before he can.

Darry takes his place, and for a moment, you think he’s going to yell at you. To berate you for getting yourself into this mess by being a brat. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he wraps his arms around your entire torso, hugging you against his chest.

At first, you’re stiff. Scared. Feeling like a scared little cat in a moment where you should feel safe. Until you hear him sob. Then, you’re melting against him – though, collapsing seems like a better word – and letting out your own cries into his warm chest.

“I-I’m so-sorry, D-Da– Darry-” You choke out, trembling hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt. His large hand, calloused from hard work, smooths over your hair. Tenderly, like he would when you were ten, when he used to read to you at night and check under your bed for monsters.

“Don’t. God, please don’t apologize.” He gasps into your hair.

Several long minutes of crying and hugging pass before he draws back, hands coming to rest on your shoulders. He leans down to your level.

“I’m sorry. For everything. For– for makin’ you feel like this. Like you're an outcast in your own home. I’m so, so sorry…”

His apology only makes you cry harder. You sob into his collar, arms struggling to wrap fully around him. He kisses the top of your head, an act full of a tenderness you haven’t experienced in far too long.

───〃★

After that, it was all about the small things.

In the immediate month after the incident, it was clear the things those Socs did to you had a massive affect on your already deteriorating mental wellbeing. Small movements made you flinch. You had nightmares. If anyone but Darry – or Dally – touched you, you’d jerk away and get a terrified look in your eye.

But progress was made, too.

Nobody questioned why you clung to Dally’s side. Nobody questioned why those Socs randomly disappeared under the notion that “they needed a fresh start.” Nobody questioned why, that same night, Dallas came to the house with bloody fists.

However, as time went on, things got better.

Darry bought you that skirt. He let you go out. He let you go see that Marilyn Monroe movie that didn’t show until ten. He started treating you like a part of his family, showing you the love he should have expressed much, much too long before.

The scars left on you – both mentally and physically – would linger until long after that fateful night. But with the constant support of your family, you learned to accept that.

You learned to belong.

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 Depollute me, pretty baby 」 ⸝⸝

~ Dallas Winston was never known as kind, or caring, or sweet. But when it comes to you and your now tainted boundaries? He'll try. Damnit, he'll try his hardest. ~

warnings ~ mentions of sex, suggested violence against women, implied SA, but lots of dally being sweet to our dear reader!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ w/c ~ 1148

a/n ~ are we gonna talk about my constantly changing setup cuz I'm indecisive? no. anyways I hope y'all enjoy this one!!

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| now playing We'll Never Have Sex, Leith Ross

──── ° ʚ ⌞ ౨ৎ ⌝ ɞ °  ────

Six months ago, you were ruined. All ideas of having a physical relationship – no matter how close you were with a person – vanished. You couldn’t stomach the idea of someone’s hands being on your body in such a manner. Not after you were jumped.

Before the incident, you’d tried to go on dates. You would meet a boy, go to the drive-in with him and have a decent time with him. But what always happened after is what messed you up time and time again. 

He’d lean in for a kiss.

You knew what came after a kiss. He would ask to take you home. If you said yes, you knew you would end up in his bed.

And if you didn’t?

He would yell. He would say, ‘after everything I just did for you?’ He might even hit.

It was why you stopped going out on dates.

But then Dally came along. Things changed. He changed.

It was weird, for someone so used to sex to court someone who feared it.

Then again, Dallas Winston was known for being unpredictable.

───〃౨ৎ

You began noticing the changes after you were jumped. They were small, but there. The way Dally seemed more adamant on being by your side. Whenever you said you were gonna go for a walk, he’d come with. No questions, no arguing. He’d just follow. He wouldn’t say a word, instead opting to just be there.

It was sweet.

Other times, he would offer to bring you to the drive-in, and the entire time, his arm would be wrapped around your waist or shoulders. Nothing inherently ‘possessive’ or sexual in nature just… touches. Like he was scared of you disappearing the moment he let go.

The change was odd for everyone who knew him, but to you, it was everything you needed.

Someone willing to hold you and kiss you without any hidden intentions. No desperate desire for sex or pleasure, simply to give you love.

Ironic, due to the fact it’s Dally who is providing you with such affection.

He’s a man known for getting around, for having a new woman in his bed every other night. 

Until you.

You changed that.

Suddenly, there was no more ‘Dallas Winston: the most crude, dangerous, whoreish man in Tulsa,’ just ‘Dallas Winston: the most dangerous man in Tulsa.’

He seemingly changed overnight.

Buck noticed how he didn’t bring women around more, how he would push overly flirtatious girls off his arm with an angry huff. Johnny saw it, too, in the way his eyes never strayed to a random girl’s ass, how he stopped calling them ‘broads’ and practically quit talking about them altogether. 

Everyone saw it.

───〃౨ৎ

The first time Dallas Winston kissed you, it was soft. Sweet. Not like how you’ve seen him kiss other girls. As if he kissed you just to kiss you, not to take you home – like other people do.

And maybe, that was enough. 

───〃౨ৎ

Six months have passed since the incident. Six months of nightmares, of crying, of healing. But progress was made, and that’s all that matters.

You currently sit on the front porch, knees pulled up to your chest, away from the madness inside your house. Even now, after all this time has gone by, you still find yourself desperate for an escape.

Your fingers trace gentle shapes on the deteriorating wood panels beneath you. A star, a heart, a swirl. Anything to keep yourself calm.

Until the sound of the old front door creaking echoes through your ears.

You turn back, only to see Dally standing behind you.

He doesn’t utter a word. Only stubs out his cigarette and sits down beside you.

For a while, all you do is sit there in silence. But not the heavy, uncomfortable silence – the kind that feels like a taught string. It’s a comfortable kind of silence, as if you’re just sort of basking in one another’s presence.

That is, until he speaks.

“I, uh… I really care about you… y’know that, right?”

You whip your head around to face him.

Dallas Winston has said many things – most not appropriate for someone under the age of sixteen – but admitting he cares about someone? That isn’t just something he says.

All you can do is stare, wide eyed, words dying in your throat before you can even try getting a sentence out.

He stares back. Captivating blue eyes locked on yours, an unfamiliar hint of vulnerability hidden behind them.

“Sorry, I just, uh– shit, man… I needed you to know that.”

He rubs a hand over his jaw and looks away. The shame and embarrassment is written all over his face. He’s essentially just said he loves you – a thing he’s never done for anyone – and you don’t say a word.

But then you do.

“I love you too, Dally. I really do.”

Your voice is soft. Hesitant. Just a whispered confession meant only for him.

His gaze snaps right back towards you. 

Your eyes lock and it feels as though nothing could tear them apart.

Suddenly, he seems awfully close – which isn't a bad thing – it’s just… unexpected. You can practically feel his breath on your face.

His calloused hand comes up to caress your cheek. The touch is tender. Easy. Kind.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Now you can definitely feel his breath on your face. On your lips and cheeks.

And then he leans in, and for once in your life, you don’t fight it. In fact, you lean into it. 

When his lips meet yours, it isn’t what you would have anticipated. 

His lips are soft against yours, the kiss hardly anything more than a mere brush of the lips, but still manages to be utter heaven.

He doesn’t press on. He lets you take the lead. The moment you’re drawing back, he is too.

He does so for one reason and one reason only: because you are what matters most to him. Not his own sick pleasures and desires, but you – your comfort, your happiness. 

His blue eyes bore into yours, full of a certain kind of love only you’re aware he has the ability to possess.

You stare right back at him with the same look in your eye, only you don’t try to hide it. You can’t hide it.

Because as crazy as it sounds, when you’re with Dallas like this – being treated so gently, so lovingly – it feels as though he’s taking all the badness out of you. All the rot, the anger, the sadness, it seems to disappear. 

As if his mere presence removes all the sickness from your body. 

Dallas Winston has done many wonderful things for you, but the way he kisses you is by far the best. The soft, tender, caress of his mouth on yours; he kisses you just to kiss you.

Like you’ll never have sex.

I read the part two and it was beautiful, could you write something of what happened in the month that passed after the incident? i know u wrote it in part two but I'm thinking of an actual fic of what happened, overall between reader and Darry, how he would comfort her for days, help her, comfort her during nightmares, maybe staying with her at night, how nobody could touch her and all the comfort she receive that helped her through her trauma.

I hope I'm not disturbing u writing two times in a day for the same fic agafafa, I just fell in love in how good u are in writing about the brothers and the reader relationship

love u ahahhaha, byyeeeee

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 The monster’s gone, he’s on the run 」 ⸝⸝

“It was supposed to be nice. For the first time since tour parents’ death — and the incident — you were having family over. It should have been fun for you. Except Darry fails to mention one key detail to your Aunt and Uncle….”

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing Beautiful Boy, John Lennon

warnings ~ insensitive family, hurt/comfort, Darry being an amazing brother, mentioned of being jumped, reader has some traits of autism

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ w/c ~ 1202

a/n ~  I’m so sorry this took me so long I just couldn’t find a good plot line for like ever and I’ve been super busy💔

──── ° ʚ ⌞ ꩜ ⌝ ɞ °  ────

He should have told them.

He should have told them.

It was supposed to be fun, having your aunt and uncle visit for a couple days. You’d all be able to go to dinner, do some fun activities around town, visit and catch up; the normal stuff. Darry thought the extra socializing might be good for you.

Oh, how wrong he truly was.

You had been doing pretty good that week, considering how most of your days turned out recently. A month had passed since you got jumped and things were slowly but surely going back to normal. 

Though your smiles were still absent, your voice was heard more often and body was more relaxed.

Everyone in the house knew about the visit for a while, so it wasn’t unexpected in any way, and yet it seemed your anxiety was through the roof. 

Darry would watch as your hands trembled while you washed dishes, how your nails scratched against your skin when they weren’t busy doing something. He had to give you something to do every two minutes to keep you from drawing blood.

He had long since warned your family about the presence of the other members of the gang, how at least one of them was there at all times, so the house being packed was sort of expected.

They were all scattered around the house, doing some form of cleaning. You on dishes, Soda on windows, Pony on counters, Two-Bit on trash and Steve and Dally on getting rid of the stolen and illegal stuff. It was the perfect system.

However, there was one detail Darry forgot to mention to your Aunt and Uncle: you. Specifically, the incident. He’d remembered the gang, how Johnny spent his nights on their couch, how rowdy the gang was at breakfast, but not you; which turns into a problem when they arrive.

“Hey kids!!” Darry hears your aunt’s familiar voice yell, the front door swinging open. The room stills at their presence, before Soda and Ponyboy are racing into their open arms.

“Hi, Aunt Donna!” Pony says, excitement in his tone.

“Uncle Brian, hey, man!” Soda says to his uncle, giving him a tight hug.

“Wow, is that really you, Sodapop? My, my, have you grown, young man!” Brian replies with a grin all too similar to their late father’s.

Darry smiles as his brothers interact with their Aunt and Uncle, waiting patiently for his turn for hugs.

But then they turn to you.

“Oh, is that who I think it is?” Donna smiles at you, before walking right up to you.

She doesn’t pick up on your tense body, on the way your eyes go wide with fear and your breathing speeds up.

It only gets worse when she opens her arms for a hug.

Your big brother watches in mild horror as you’re forced into a tight hug, your whole body encased by one woman’s arms.

He sees the way you squirm, the way you fight to get out of her unbearable grip. His jaw tenses the moment he sees the tears. Nobody does anything, either too distracted or too scared to. So he acts himself.

His footsteps are heavy against the wood floors as he approaches you and your Aunt. He reaches out, two big hands prying Donna’s arms away from your shaking body.

You’re shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down your cheeks as you shrink into yourself. His hands rest on your shoulders as he bends down to your level.

“Hey, hey, hey, kid… it’s alright… shh….” His voice takes on that tender and soothing tone that makes you feel like a little girl again. 

He wants nothing more than to hug you, to hold you close and never let anybody touch you ever again. His gaze flickers to Donna, who’s standing off to the side with confused eyes. Brian, Pony and Soda stand several feet away, sending one another worried glances as they watch the scene unfold.

But then you do something that makes Darry’s heart explode.

You hug him.

You: a fragile and traumatised girl who only allows one person to voluntarily touch you, hugs him.

Your arms wrap around his torso, fisting his shirt in your shaky hands as you sob and hiccup into his chest. His arms instinctively wrap around you. One hand smooths gently over your hair, the other arm encircling the entirety of your back.

“It’s okay… I’ve got you, honey… nobody’s gonna hurt you. Not as long as I’m alive.”

Kisses are pressed to your head. Soft pats are placed upon your back. Loving words are murmured in your ear. 

However, the moment Dallas enters the room, the dynamic changes. He stops in his tracks upon seeing you clutching onto Darry like a lifeline. He’s at her side in seconds.

“Who did this?” He snarls.

“Don’t worry about it. It was an accident, I swear.” Darry’s voice is quiet, still gentle and caring. “You take her to her room, I’ll take care of it.” 

Dally simply nods, before his strong arms scoop you right up and carry you away. Your bedroom door is slammed moments later. Darry looks at your Aunt and Uncle, sighing gently.

“So, uh, yeah. No touching her, basically.” His voice is gruff as he finishes off his sentence.

Darry had just spent a good fifteen minutes explaining your meltdown to Donna and Brian, watching their faces shift from frustration to heartfelt worry. They look between each other, faces soft with understanding, before looking back at Darry.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Donna asks, voice laced with evident concern. You were always her favorite; the only girl, always so sweet and kind. She loves you with her whole heart –  but not nearly as much as Darry does.

“Just… don't touch her. Don’t bring up boyfriends or what she eats or any scar she might have anywhere.” He rubs a hand over his face. Talking about her like this will never get any easier; like she's a pet with specific needs. “She likes cats. And Johnny Cash and Lesley Gore. She likes pink and stuffed animals and rabbits and records. Her favorite movie is The Sound of Music.” 

Darry’s voice breaks more and more as he goes on.

That night, you lie awake at night, eyes still red and puffy and chiefs stained with tears.

You can’t sleep. Not while you’re feeling like this. Not while you feel so drained, so lonely.

With a heavy sigh, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The creak of your bedroom door makes you wince. Your footsteps are light and silent as you walk down the hallway, floorboards moaning beneath you.

Not a single sound leaves you as you push Darry’s bedroom door open. Not a single word is spoken as you climb into bed beside him. When his eyes flutter open and he sees your tired face, he doesn’t utter a thing. He simply opens his arms, allowing you to slide against him.

Not even five minutes later, you’re fast asleep, expression softened with innocence. 

And for once, Darry feels like his baby sister is the same girl she was just a few months ago.

𓏲ּ𝄢 franny's masterlist ₊ ⊹𓂃

꒰ა - angst. 𑣲 - fluff. ✦ - hurt/comfort

THE OUTSIDERS

DARRY CURTIS ML - INACTIVE

PONYBOY CURTIS ML- INACTIVE

DALLAS WINSTON ML - INACTIVE

JOHNNY CADE ML - INACTIVE

STEVE RANDLE - INACTIVE

𐔌 ୭ [ misc!reader

─ ✦⋮ modern!gang headcanons

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS - INACTIVE

𐔌 ୭ [ misc!reader

─ ✦⋮ modern!gang headcanons

𐔌 ୭ [ delicate!reader

─ 𑣲 ⋮ the little things... aka, a good buddy of yours making your day

TOKIO HOTEL - INACTIVE

TOM KAULITZ...

𐔌 ୭ [ insecure!reader

─ ꒰ა ⋮ pretty... aka, what happens when a simple school project changes your life

𐔌 ୭ [ actress!reader

─ 𑣲 ⋮ lights, camera, action... aka, a simple television interview sparking an old flame

─ ꒰ა ⋮ reignition... aka, an old diminishing and re-lighting all over again

THE WALKING DEAD

CARL GRIMES ML

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM...

𐔌 ୭ [ misc!reader

─ x ⋮ N/A

𐔌 ୭ [ hufflepuff!reader

─ 𑣲 ⋮ glances... aka, neville meeting the girl of his dreams by pure chance

𐔌 ୭ [ current aus :

delicate!reader - the outsiders [INACTIVE]

survivor!dallas winston and johnny cade - the outsiders [INACTIVE]

flipped au - bryce!ponyboy and juli!reader - the outsiders [INACTIVE]

hufflepuff!reader - harry potter

mockingbird!reader - the walking dead

band/alt!carl & alt!reader - the walking dead

DELICATE!READER [INACTIVE]...

"A young girl, living in a house constantly full of boys, just wants to feel pretty, feminine — like a girl — but one argument causes a whirlwind of events to spiral, leading to her near-death and subsequent mental issues."

PAIRINGS - dallas winston, platonic!curtis brothers, platonic!gang

THEMES - mental health, mental health recovery, EDs, SH, SA, trauma, a desire to live a life you can't have; angst, hurt/comfort

SURVIVOR!DALLY & JOHNNY [INACTIVE]...

"Johnny Cade, the boy who killed a boy and survived a church fire, now has to struggle through physical therapy, his own trauma... and having someone love him."

"Dallas Winston. Tough, stubborn, stoic Dallas — now bedridden and reduced to a shell of who he was — must grapple with the truth that he doesn't want to be "tough.""

PAIRINGS - survivor!dallas winston x caretaker!reader, survivor!johnny cade x caretaker!reader (seperate)

THEMES - mental health, mental health recovery, SH, trauma, recovery, dealing with intense trauma; angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

FLIPPED AU [INACTIVE]...

"All he ever wanted was for you to leave him alone. All you ever wanted was for him to like you. Through a half-decade long rivalry, the two of you realize many, many new things about yourselves - based off the book of the same name."

PAIRINGS - bryce!ponyboy curtis x juli!reader

THEMES - childhood enemies to lovers, betrayal, hiding feelings, mutual pining; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

HUFFLEPUFF!READER...

"Neville: the sweet, clumsy Gryffindor most people don't pay any mind to. Well... everyone except you. Your worlds collide in your fourth year, the matches of your mutual feelings sparking what would become a tumultuous relationship."

PAIRINGS - neville longbottom x hufflepuff!reader

THEMES - mutual pining, "I want her but she's out of my league," puppy love, teen romance; fluff, slight angst

MOCKINGBIRD!READER...

"A girl, who only ever desired freedom, is constantly kept locked up — a bird on a cage. Even in the safety of Alexandria, she longs for independence. But when a group of faces she recognizes ends up in the same place, she and a certain boy end up becoming unlikely friends..."

PAIRINGS - mockingbird!reader x carl grimes, mockingbird!reader x platonic!daryl dixon

THEMES - trauma, freedom, longing for what one can't have, mutual pining, apocalyptic things; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

SUNSHINE!READER...

"Carl Grimes didn't often get crushes. Sure, he thinks girls are cute, but he's never been interested enough to be in a relationship... Until you come along, with your bright expression and tender demeanor, he was whipped immediately."

PAIRINGS - sunshine!reader x carl grimes, sunshine!reader x platonic!judith grimes

THEMES - no outbreak, mutual pining, puppy love, idiots in love; fluff, hurt/comfort

BAND AU - ALT!CARL + READER...

"A young girl, living in a house constantly full of boys, just wants to feel pretty, feminine — like a girl — but one argument causes a whirlwind of events to spiral, leading to her near-death and subsequent mental issues."

PAIRINGS - alt!carl grimes x alt!reader, platonic!alt!carl grimes x platonic!enid and ron, platonic!alt!reader x platonic!enid and ron

THEMES - childhood enemies to lovers, secret relationship, mutual pining, "she/he loves me, she/he loves me not; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 delicate!reader, formerly sensitive!reader 」 ⸝⸝

pairing/s ~ anyone in the gang, mostly platonic!darry and dally

main themes ~ angst, hurt comfort, fluff, mental health, mental health recovery, self harm, SA, trauma, healing, repairing relationships, eating disorders, self image issues

tags ~ delicate!reader, delicate!reader x platonic!darry, delicate!reader x dallas winston, delicate!reader x platonic!two-bit

description ~ "Living in a household full of boys was never easy for you, but after your parents died, it was worse. Darry, despite trying, didn't seem to put effort into you. Soda and Pony got more freedom, while you didn't. All you ever wanted was to be girly, to express yourself, and he didn't seem to care. But one night ends up changing everything about your dynamic with everyone around you."

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 caretaker!reader 」 ⸝⸝

pairing/s ~ survivor!johnny cade and survivor!dallas winston

main themes ~ hurt comfort, angst, fluff, recovery, mental health [at times], new beginnings, self discovery, trauma, healing, grief.

tags ~ caretaker!reader, survivor!johnny cade, survivor!dallas winston, caretaker!reader x survivor!dallas winston, caretaker!reader x survivor!johnny cade

dally description ~ All he wants to do is hit something. After getting caught up in a murder coup, witnessing his best friend nearly die and surviving getting shot, the best way to describe Dally's mood is with one word: angry. He can hardly move, is constantly weak from the painkillers, and needs to be fucking babied. But... it all seems a little nicer with you around -- his mood calmer and gentler, much to the dismay of his friends.

dally caretaker!reader desc ~ Your boyfriend getting caught in a murder coup and being shot in the same week was not something you could’ve ever anticipated. But as you stare at him, stuck in a hospital, you don’t see the tough, mean greaser he pretends to be, but the scared, small child you know he is. He grew up too fast, and all it took for him to show you who he is at heart was a good gunshot to the chest.

johnny description ~ People have died. People have been hurt. At the end of the day, Johnny is alive — albeit, barely. Between surviving the church fire, going to court and being taken from his parents, he feels nothing but drained; despite the fact he should be happy. But it isn't long before an angel enters his life. A soft, sweet angel who’s there to love and take care of him even when he’s at his worst; You, his darling girlfriend and personal nurse.

johnny caretaker!reader desc ~ So much -- no, too much -- has gone on in the past few weeks. So much death, violence and heartbreak. It's far too intense for the likes of you, someone who has always preferred the nice and quiet life. That is, until a certain dark-haired boy shows up on your doorstep, limping and in need of a little love. It hurts you to see him like that, but you don't hesitate to take him under your wing, giving him the affection he so desperately needs from his pretty girl.

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 bryce!ponyboy/juli!reader/flipped au 」 ⸝⸝

pairing/s ~ ponyboy curtis x reader, ponyboy is based off bryce loski and reader juli baker

main themes ~ enemies to lovers 2x over, fluff, angst, poverty, bullying, mental disabilities,

tags ~ bryce!ponyboy, bryce!ponyboy curtis, juli!reader, bryce!ponyboy x juli!reader

description ~ "The first day you met Ponyboy Curtis, you fell in love. He felt the opposite. For years, you tried making advances on him. Being nice. Smiling at him. Even giving him spelling test answers. But Pony? He thinks you're weird. Stubborn. Pushy. Everyone knows you like him, but also that he hates you. Until 8th grade comes around, and everything starts changing -- for the both of you."

⟢ ꒰ ⋮ 「 mockingbird!reader 」 ⸝⸝

pairing/s ~ carl grimes x mockingbird!reader

main themes ~ mutual pining, angst, violence, death, "are we still friends/what are we?"

tags ~ carl grimes, carl grimes x mockingbird!reader, mockingbird!reader

description ~ "Your life before the outbreak was perfect: you had all the freedom in the world to roam the woods and see nature. But then that freedom is stolen from you. And with it, comes a stubborn boy who finds himself longing for a girl he 'barely' knows."