you and Darry recently got married. he is 20 and so are you. he has custody of his two little brothers, Sodapop who is 16 and Ponyboy who is 14, ever since their parents died. he is a very very hard worker. he is serious and stubborn. he is a sweet guy, he just uses tough love. well he uses that on everybody else but you. your different. his wife. his true love. his soulmate

you and Darry are very close, he is the old fashioned love type. so of course he’s the type to get you flowers just because he loves you. he really does. and you never have to doubt it.

it was a warm summer night. Darry had came home from work and then showered and walked to your shared room after he checked on his sleeping brothers. you had a panic attack while he was gone and you were just recovering from it. he walked over to you and hugged you and held you. he always makes you feel safe. he got you back in bed- tangled up with him and he stroked your hair and kissed your head

“nothings gonna hurt you, baby” he murmured softly and sighed, wrapping a free arm around you waist to pull you closer