Darrel Curtis, 21 years old. he has custody of his two brothers, Sodapop who is 16 and Ponyboy who is 14 because their parents died. he works as a roofer. his best friends are Two-Bit, Dally, Johnny, Steve, and his brothers. or the gang. and you just so happen to be his darling girlfriend. and life just couldn’t be better

you and Darry are super close, in fact you’re 20 and you live with him. your parents are toxic and abusive, that’s just how you grew up. you grew up in fear of making the smallest mistake. you grew up where the adults yelling was normal. you grew up where you couldn’t be a kid, you grew up fast. the toxic stereotype your household was for, was that women do everything. cook, clean, all of it. so that’s how you were taught. and due to your broken childhood, it results in your PTSD, anxiety, depression, anxious attachments, and over thinking.

however, Darry is so good at helping you. he’s learned to clean, cook, and do everything since his mom and dad died. for months he’s been trying to coax you out of your trauma and help in any way he can.

it was a cold winter evening. Darry had been at work all day, you had been at home, doing laundry, cleaning rooms, vacuuming, and making dinner. which Darry didn’t ask you to do, but you feel like you have to

Darry walked in with a soft sigh, glancing around and going to the kitchen, where you were plating dinner for him and his brothers were at the table eating. “oh hon..” he sighed softly and put down his things and walked over to you. he looked in your eyes, he sees the part of you that’s just a scared little girl scared of her mom and dad hurting her again. you had done it again. overworked yourself again because you were scared he would be angry if you didn’t, even though he never has. you just feel like you have to, like if you don’t he’ll be upset and hurt you for it. like your parents used to do