a/n: even though you irritate (jokes..) me sometimes your request was genuinely super cute and i hope you enjoy reading it!! since there wasn't too much specified i decided to honor the summer season that's coming up soon (i NEED summer to come sooner im going crazy) and wrote this based in the summer >< p.s sorry it took me a while to complete but hopefully it was worth the wait :))
tw: mild mention of alcohol + smoking, slightly suggestive content
⋆ im not toying with you by @ccorinthians darrel curtis fic ft. short headcanons ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
୭ৎ ࣪ every time you'd go over to the curtis house, you tried so desperately to grab his attention. though he tried so hard to ignore your small compliments and flirty comments, he couldn't hide the way his face practically lit up. there was a small hint of blush that covered his face, and you'd always catch a glimpse of it before he turned away . ࣪ ⊹
୭ৎ ࣪ every time darry catches a glimpse of you at their house, sitting on the couch with his brothers, he'll try to act like he has to keep leaving him room to use the bathroom, get a snack, check something in the kitchen, throw something away, etc, all to pace around and keep looking at you . ࣪ ⊹
- entry for june 27th: darry on page. 8
so what do girls typically do when they like a guy? they wait for the guy, usually. and until their confession arrives, they'll flirt a little here and there, sure, but they always, always, stand back and wait. so, why is it that she doesn't do that? she so does not do the same. i mean, she's always all over me. not because i don't like it but it's so confusing. why does she always arrive at our house so lively and flirtatious towards. i mean, im really starting to think she's just playing with my feelings to simply see my reaction. and of course it's not my first rodeo with women, but she's completely different. it's almost irritating.
you walked through the door with the rest of your friends and soda, singing along to the lyrics from one of the songs playing on the small radio held in your friends hand. the pink bikini didn't leave much for the imagination, and you exclusively chose it because you'd know darry would see you. your hair flowed freely, curls threatening to spill out of the messy bun you had attempted at hours before.
your slippers knocked against the wooden floor loudly as you made your way into the kitchen to set down the can of beer onto the counter, making sure to greet everyone on your way there. including darry. and what had you said to him? "hey, darry! did you happen to dress up all for me? 'cause frankly it worked. i think i like you more now. wanna try knocking that shirt off? id like to see under-" before you finished your sentence, soda shoved a popsicle in your mouth, saving his brother from further humiliation.
you glared at him before glancing back over at darry, stretching your arms out in front of you as you took the treat out of your mouth with a pop. "wanna join us at the beach?"
- entry for june 30th: darry on page. 9
she did it on purpose. it's been days since she came over with soda, asking us all about "wanna go to the beach with us?" in that stupid voice of hers. she knew. she knew i'd be there and she knew i wouldn't be able to say no. i mean, sure, one could say she was just being friendly and making sure we had fun but not she looked at me like that. only me, not to johnny who just happened to be playing video games on the couch with pony, and not to soda who was next to her. and not when she just, looked like that. her bikini, her hair, and her entire demeanor changed when she looked at me. it all became brighter. maybe it was me, but there was immense tension between us. or maybe im just rambling now. but still, is she just doing this for fun?
you covered it up perfectly. you had initially wanted to see darry and decided it'd be a perfect idea if you asked soda to hangout that day. you walked the long distance from your house to their house and made sure you wouldn't get caught by your parents, practically sprinting to the other side of town.
when you arrived, you accidentally knocked loud enough to wake up the entire block.. so when darry heard knocks on the door, he had instinctively yelled a few curses at you before he could see you behind it, his eyebrows twitched for a split second before he cleared his throat, voice softening. "sorry. thought it was some rando, uh- d'ya need anything?"
a smile crept over your face, eyes turning into small crescents as you scurried inside, staring back up at him. darry's frame was large compared to yours, so it was a bit weird the way he tried hiding his face, pathetically. "im here to see you! and your brother, but specifically you. i missed looking at that face of yours."
his eyes turned away to look anywhere but yours, clearing his throat. "yeah, right. just go wait back outside for soda, he'll come out inna bit." he sent you away. again. perhaps you'd just have to try again tomorrow.
it just happened to be you, ponyboy, sodapop, and darry all squished in the middle of the couch. johnny sitting in between ponyboy's legs, the two giggling away loudly. twobit was spread over the floor accompanied by steve whose snores could be heard throughout the entire living room. nothing that played on the television being audible at all.
you had purposely sat right next to darry, making sure your hands so subtly grazed against his, your knees knocking together every once in a while. you could feel the way his body tensed every time that happened, and the way his breath slightly hitched as he inched away from you. it was no use though as the two of you ended up right back, side by side.
and your wingman, soda, did everything in his power to make sure that he took up the most space in the couch, causing for you and darry to press up against one another, your thighs now pressed flush against his own. this was something you'd down before, plenty of times. all purposely, and frankly, it was only because you liked seeing the way he would gulp silently, his eyes trailing off to look into the air.
you enjoyed seeing the way he would try to act like nothing was happening, attempting to scoot away from you but deep down, you knew he wanted to do much more. you could see it in the way his gaze landed on you, so gently.
"so what? ive liked you for so long now! you really think so low of me? seriously, a girl tries her best for months only for a lousy excuse."
darry ran a hand through his hair, his heart aching as he tried to keep calm. "you're a soc. you're the complete opposite of me! everything you do, everything you say is a bit contrast to what i do and say. im darry curtis, a dirty greaser. and you, you're just perfect. so why?"
your eyes landed on the small gift box in your hands, the chocolate fully melted and seeping through the packaging from the scorching sun outside. "that's exactly why i like you. because you're darry curtis. and because you're not an asshole. im not toying with you, darry."
darry shook his head, "no, you are annoying."
"you're just saying that. don't." you said shakily, hands making their way to wrap around his broad shoulders.
his hands trailed over the small curve of your waist, eyebrows furrowing as he leaned foward and pressed his forehead against yours. his hot breath tickled your face, a small smile peeking through your tight lips. your skin was boiling with every touch, sticky and covered in cold water from your previous encounter at the lakes.
"..not really. i mean it. but i guess it's only okay 'cause it happens to be you." he grins, a chuckle slipping past his lips before he opens his eyes, his lashes flickering against your skin. you pulled back with a frown, slapping his exposed chest.
you turned to look through the window, seeing johnny light a cigarette before handing it over to ponyboy. everybody else playing around in the water. your eyes trailed back to his body, eyes lingering for a moment too long before you inhaled. "fine. but let's head back out with everybody else. it's too hot in here."
and for the record, your skin wasn't boiling because it was hot. but because his touch was.
on august 18th, the two of you decided to hangout. when you had finally grown tired at exactly 11am, you whispered for him to get into the bed.
he plopped into your arms almost obediently when you had asked, his hair falling in front of his eyes. your hands reached to caress his cheek, knuckles rubbing the soft skin before he let his eyes fall closed, sighing into your touch. you whispered softly before he dozed off, making sure he heard your saccharine tone. "i was never toying with you, darry."
and you placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
- entry for august 18th: darry on page. 43
