The Outsiders Imagines & Preferences

{Darry Curtis} Girls = Werewolves

Info: Platonic. Attempt at humor. Female!reader. Curtis!reader. Y/N is the youngest. 3rd person p.o.v..

Warnings: Mentions of period-related stuff. Darry missing his parents.

"Darry," Y/N's whiney voice rang through the house, "where's the cake?! I know there was some left from breakfast!"

"I think Steve just ate the last slice," Darry informed her.

Y/N stomped back to her room without a word, throwing a murderous look at the presumed culprit as she walked past him.

Her oldest brother followed her, and found her curled up in bed. Empty chocolate bar wrappers were strewn on the mattress around her, the hot water bottle that wasn't hot anymore discarded on the floor next to the bed, and if these things hadn't been enough to tell Darry what was going on the bloodstained pajama pants on top of a heap of dirty laundry certainly would have clued him in.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing some hair out of his sister's face.

"I'll make another cake so you can have some later, okay little doll?"

"Hmph."

"Anything else I can do?"

Y/N shook her head, so Darry decided to let her be. It had been a few months since she'd had her first period, and by now he was used to how moody his sister got during that time. That didn't exactly make dealing with it any easier; he still felt completely lost sometimes. It was times like that when he missed his parents the most. His mom would have been much better prepared to handle Y/N during her time of the month than him, he was sure.

But there was no use dwelling on that. He'd just have to do his best and hope it was good enough.

Just let her be, avoid doing anything that might upset her, and make sure she had enough chocolate. Maybe he'd send Soda to cuddle with her later; that always seemed to make her feel better, and it would keep him out of the kitchen.

Yeah, that was a good idea, and it killed two birds with one stone, ensuring not only a hopefully content Y/N but also no mysteriously colored supper.

"Wait, Darry," the girl called after him. "Could you make me a fresh hot water bottle? Please?"

Of course Darry obliged. Experience had taught him his sister might start crying if he told her she could do it herself, and he did not want to have to deal with that.

Once that was done he headed to the kitchen to make another chocolate cake. He would have to impose a limit of how much of it she could have this afternoon to make sure they'd have enough of it left for breakfast tomorrow.

While Darry was busy baking, Two-Bit made his way to Y/N's room, unaware of the irritable mood it's young inhabit was currently in.

A minute later a scream sounded from her room, then Two-Bit came out, clutching his hand.

"That little monster bit me!"

Darry sighed.

"Do you need a bandaid?"

"No," Two-Bit grumbled, "but a warning that the kid caught the rabies would have been nice."

To avoid further incidents Darry gathered the gang in the living room once he had the cake in the oven. They were already waiting for an explanation, throwing suspicious glances between Two-Bit's bite wound and the door behind which the beast that had inflicted it lurked.

"What the hell has gotten into Y/N today?!" Two-Bit spoke up for all of them.

"It's, err, you know. Shark week."

Darry sighed when he saw the gang's clueless faces. Oh boy. He'd really have to explain it to them from scratch, wouldn't he?

"What the hell 're you talkin' about, man?"

"Well, Y/N is a girl," he started.

"You don't say," Steve mocked, but Soda's elbow to his ribs shut him up. At least him and Ponyboy were aware of what was up with their sister.

"Yeah, well, and as some of you may be aware girls get their period once a month. And during that time they get kind of... moody."

Two-bit nodded sagely. "Like werewolves."

"Like—" Darry shook his head. "Well, I guess in a way you ain't wrong."

"Hey, do you think Two-Bit is gonna turn into a werewolf-girl too now? Y'know, since she bit him?" Soda joked.

"No, I'm immune. Everybody knows beer is the antidote to werewolf-ism," Two-Bit replied, demonstratively holding up the beer he was drinking.

"So what, you saying girls just randomly bite people when they have their period?!" Steve brought them back to the original topic. "Evie's never done something like that!"

Darry sighed. "I don't think they usually bite. That's just Y/N being Y/N. And she doesn't do it randomly, she just does it if you piss her off."

"Which happens very easily when it's that time of the month," Soda added. "But you should be safe if you just don't touch her chocolate, don't ask her to do any chores, give her cuddles, but only after you made sure she really wants cuddles, and generally baby her a little."

Darry nodded. Soda had summed it up pretty well, though of course even if everyone abode by these rules there was still a chance something would upset her — and make her bite.

"Okay, but... Why is she so grumpy, man? What's the big deal?"

"It just is like that. Don't question—"

"You would be in a bad mood too if you were bleeding down there for almost a whole week and your tummy hurt that whole time, Dallas!"

Y/N had appeared in the doorway, glaring at apparently all of them.

Dally pulled a face and didn't respond. Not even he wanted to argue with Y/N when she was in a mood like this.

"Uhh, yeah," Darry said. "I was just explaining to them why they have to be extra nice to you during that time. But maybe you could try telling them to leave you alone when they're bothering you before you start biting, huh little doll?"

"Hmph. I guess."

"And maybe you should apologize to Two-Bit, hm?"

Y/N glanced at said friend and the still clearly visible bite mark on his hand.

"Yeah... 'm sorry I bit you. But you tried to steal my chocolate!"

"Yeah, well, if I'd known it's werewolf week I wouldn't have made that mistake, trust me."

Irritation turned to confusion on Y/N's face, so Darry assumed she hadn't heard their whole conversation. She turned to him, back to being irritated.

"What the hell did you tell them?!"

"Hold on, I have nothing to do with the werewolf comparison! Two-Bit came up with that by himself," Darry defends himself. "And after literally biting him I don't think you can blame him for that."

Y/N crossed her arms and huffed, but she couldn't argue with that. Instead she stomped to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of chocolate milk, before retreating back to her room.

"So. We got ourselves a werewolf with a chocolate addiction, yeah?"

"Yeah. Any volunteers to go cuddle with her so she doesn't rip anyone to shreds until supper?"