the outsiders • imagines

electric love : darry

"let me go!" you screamed at buck as his grip on your arm tightened. your strong accent ripped through your eardrums as you shouted.

"you little bitch." he barked grabbing a handful of your hair and throwing you to the floor. you clenched your teeth to keep from letting a yelp escape your lips. his foot connected with your stomach and that continued until there was clear specks of blood on the floor that you had coughed up.

the next thing you knew, someone had taken buck to the floor and was punching him in the face repeatedly. you laid your forehead against the floor while holding your stomach.

however out of the corner of your eye, you realized it was darry beating buck to a pulp. "darry, stop! you don't have to hurt him!" you protested wrapping your arms around his waist, trying to pull him off.

he finally stood up and cupped your cheeks, frowning when he saw injuries. "c'mon, you're staying at my house tonight and i don't care what you have to say because it's happening." he informed sternly.

you didn't even try protesting because you knew it wouldn't work. he picked you up and started carrying you out to his truck.

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as soon as you got back to the curtis house, darry brought you into the bathroom after grabbing the first aid kit from the kitchen.

you sat on the toilet (DONT WORRY IT WAS CLOSED) and watched as he started taking out gauge and cleanser for the cuts. "darry, i'm fine. it just hurts a little." you said stopping him from cleaning the scratch across your cheek.

"y/n." he warned, his blue eyes narrowing. you frowned at the sound of his stern voice knowing he meant business.

after he had cleaned you up, he started putting the supplies away and thoughts filled your mind. why was he even helping you? he probably just feels bad for you and that's the only reason you both hang out. and trust me, thinking about that hurt. because deep inside you knew you loved him. but the worst pain is knowing you're in love with someone you can't have.

tears streamed down your face at that simple thought and when darry turned to face you, worry filled his eyes. "what's wrong?" he asked leaning in front of you and grabbing your wrists gently.

"nothing. i was just thinking about some things." you replied and darry glared at you as a warning to tell him. "i like a guy, but i'll never be good enough for him. i mean, i'm ugly and chubby and there are so many better girls out there that are beautiful, and skinny, and just plain perfect."

his eyes filled with sorrow as you explained that to him. "you are not ugly, you are not chubby, you are not anything but perfect. don't talk about yourself like that especially when it's not true."

you couldn't help it anymore. within those five seconds you just so happened to lean forward, tangle your fingers in his hair, and press your lips to his. he was shocked at first but soon kissed you back, laying one of his hands on your hip bone.

"that guy is you." you whispered as you pulled back for air. he grinned.

"good. because those perfect girls you were talking about? you beat all of them." he mumbled kissing you again.