#and back two are darry and soda

[newsies-united]

stuff ft. my messy messy handwriting and rough rough people drawings

[sodapopper]

During the Christmas season, a small sprig of mistletoe appears over the Curtis brother’s kitchen door, but with a slight rule change: instead of being kissed, anyone caught under the mistletoe gets punched. Overnight, mass war is declared.

Johnny’s living in the kitchen because he’s too scared to try and get out.

Two-Bit gets decked the most, because he keeps forgetting and brazenly walks through the door multiple times a day.

Ponyboy is climbing through windows just to avoid the door.

Soda and Steve are either bolting through doors faster than they can be caught, or trying to sabotage people by pushing them under the mistletoe.

Dally is is relatively safe, because no one wants to try taking a piece out of him; in return, he hides behind the door and wallops whoever tries to sneak through, laughing maniacally the whole time.

Meanwhile Darry is pinching the bridge of his nose, 100% done, like “guys please stop, this is stupid”

Then turns around and absolutely DECKS Steve as he tries to sprint into the kitchen.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

You know there was at least one winter when Mrs. Curtis took care of seven flu-ridden boys at once.

[trevination]

one time pony fucking ate shit during a track practice and they thought he got a concussion and oh my god darry was the worst mother hen ever. he was terrified outta his damn mind. then darry fucking falls off a ladder at work and sprains his ankle and he's back at work in 2 days insisting its nothing. like what

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Mrs. C watching Dallas wrestle Pony to the ground, grab Darry by the hair, pin Steve to the wall, n sweep Two-Bit's legs out from under him bc they weren't listening to her

shout out to @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks for never being wrong ever😭

[poptartcat]

Steve and Dally and Soda and Johnny and Two-Bit just causing mischief because they’re all near the same age and then Ponyboy and Darry playing go fish or Monopoly at home because they’re the two extremes- oldest and youngest. So they end up with each other a lot and their thing is just board games and small talk and just relaxing in each other’s presence

[pinkponyboyclub]

i collect shots of this scene like it's my life's mission. francis ford coppala if you care about me at all you will drop a full length "soda is somebody sick" scene for me. for me and @cinnamon-toast-cronch....

[finntasticwonderboy]

How I think they would sleep: The Outsiders Edition

Darry sleeps on his stomach, in the mountain climber position, while also having one foot off the bed.

Two-Bit sleeps on his side in a ball. He would sleep on his back if only it didn't give him nightmares.

Soda sleeps slightly diagonally on his back and always looks like a damsel in distress.

Ponyboy sleeps on his side with his knees bent, but he'll always turn over in his sleep and bang his knee against the wall.

Johnny literally will sleep anywhere anyway, but his default (whenever he has a bed) is the ball.

Dally (when he DOES sleep) is the same way, except he does it for survival reasons, kinda like a cat, gotta protect those organs yk, and

Steve is 100% a stomach sleeper with his arms UNDER the pillow, he can't have more than one pillow or blanket on his bed, that shit will mess him up for weeks.

[jamandjazz]

There’s something about the casual physical affection the gang displays that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

[ask-the-curtis-gang]

sooooo pre-darry interrogation gotta see what all of you have made excuses for plan on saying to him

> how was your guys' night last niiiighttt

> what's all this mess on the floooorr

> what's wrong with those guys facessss...

> where did this thing go and why is that stuff over thereeee...

the least you can all do is make up something actually smart before he comes and beats each and one of your asses

and quite frankly I'm kind of hoping he does 💀

ok well one. rude. trust we've got a handle on this we've been lyin makin stuff up coverin for ok maybe there's no good way to put this. uh. look we'll breeze through this no problem. Steve. bam. you're up. (huh oh yeah no worries man look. last night? oh real quiet man. house felt kinda empty so two n Johnny n I stayed over. watched a couple westerns?) (n the car young man?) (damn you're a lil too good at soundin grown soda) (eh hem) (sorry. of course. Jesus dar I wanted to call ya but I didn't wanna bug ya cause I knew you'd be busy n I didn't want ya to worry but some knucklehead came rippin down the road in the middle of the night last night playin mailbox baseball n fuckin creamed my car door. I wanted to go straight out n jump em but Soda didn't want none of us gettin into trouble) (ooh nice touch ya make me good look good stevie) (my best talent) (BLEUGH) (well alright wise guy you're up next. what's all this mess huh?) (aw dar were real sorry about that. soda was bakin last night n it got kinda messy. yknow. havin six hands in the kitchen ain't the best idea) (damn I knew I kept ya around for a reason pone HA) (wow soda n here I was thinkin ya kept me around cause ya loved me or somethin) (well that too HA) (alright alright whose explainin the piercin's. someone's gotta go down for that I think ain't no wormin that) (I got it. needles were properly sanitized n I washed my hands I swear n were real sorry n real bored) (I hate to say you're the best candidate. dar ain't gonna tear a strip off your ass like he'd do for us ha) well. I think that clears it all up right? HA. see we'll do JUST fine. Dar ain't gotta know nothin! (I ain't gotta know what?) (AUGH!!)

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

How have the rats been, I was able to the bathroom an not encounter a single rodent

So I can guess you got them handled

Right?

Soda's still going back and forth with notes, kind of just getting through as many as he really feels. Which, apparently, was a lot.

It became more obvious that he was still doing this to get his mind off of something.

He clicked his pen open and closed as he read the note, looking around for a moment afterwards to catch a glimpse of a rat close by. There wasn't any. It was kind of surprising.

I mean, the rats aren't really handled. I think there's just... less of them.

Like, er. I dunno. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard about it, but I'm pretty sure they're... expanding territory, y'know what I mean? They're just...

Off somewhere. Doin' something. And it feels like I'm being watched while they do it. Because the ones that are usually doing their "rounds" and "shifts" have been still about. But everyone else kinda scattered.

I'm hopin' it's so they can find a new gas station to mess up. Because I, for one, ain't too keen on keepin' them around. Even if we do got the truce.

He sighs, picking up another note. He flinches back at it. This note was referring to previous ones on the same topic, and all it did was make him... shift uncomfortably.

“Eeeh...” Soda lets out an awkward sound, his face scrunching up in discomfort.

He frowns, not sure on what much to say. First Two-Bit, now his own brother?

See now, that's where I stop believin' you. Because Darry for one ain't a snitch. And he wouldn't have seen us anyways, because we haven't!

If you wanna start spreading rumors about people talkin', it should be about Two-Bit n' Ponyboy. Not Darry!

Get outta here with that! Me n' Steve ain't up to nothing that you keep talking about! >:(

He rolls his eyes and puts the papers back into the jar, snagging up another one in the process.

This one confused him a bit.

Drag queen material?

He writes it out and then sits there for a good minute, the question repeating in his head a few times.

I dunno! That's the guys who dress up in those real showy girl outfits, ain't it? They're real cool.

If I had to throw one out there though, probably Two-Bit. Darry can't fit in a dress for one, Ponyboy's too shy, n' Steve ain't exactly got a stage prescence or like for wearing dresses much.

Me? I could probably do it too! It sounds real fun, gettin' in all that makeup and doing shows!

He giggles about it, before drawing up a little stick-figure representation of himself and Two-Bit both dressed up as drag queens. The details are... lack-luster, but the vision is there.

He puts the note back into the jar and gets up to stretch. These notes didn't do much help to distract him from whatever thinking he was up to, apparently.

[ddejavvu]

can you write something about how the gang handles a really emotional Curtis sister... Like she literally doesn't even know why shes crying most of the time she just is. She is literally me

send me requests for the outsiders!

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At Dallas's groan, "Ah, here come the fuckin' waterworks again," all eyes are on you. You'd been hoping to fly under the radar, but now that seven pairs of eyes are staring at you, your tears escape hot and free down your cheeks.

"It's- I'm fine!" You insist, voice thick and choppy as you rush for the bathroom. You don't shut the door, because even if you did you know someone would have barged in. It's predictably Darry and Soda, but Two-Bit lingers in the hallway, peering in worriedly.

"You're okay, kid." Darry encourages you, a strong hand on your shoulder to help you get yourself under control, "Somethin' the matter?"

"What's with the tears, Baby Curtis?" Two asks, "Movie gettin' to 'ya?"

It's a horror movie- it's safe to say you're not sniffling over blood and guts.

"No, it's-" You sniffle, letting Sodapop tug you into his side where he's now perched on the lid of the toilet. He slings an arm around your waist and you lean gratefully into his side, thankful for the pressure of a body against yours.

"It's nothing. I don't know." You shrug helplessly, and Two smiles- kindly, not teasingly.

"You've got a condition or somethin'." He decides, traipsing back into the living room, "We oughta turn you in to a doctor, have them diagnose you with some crazy new brain condition. Maybe they could name it after you, kid."

"Yeah, Crybaby Curtis syndrome," Steve snickers, and Soda shouts a halfhearted, 'Be nice!' to his friend despite not being able to see him.

"Lay off, Steve," Johnny groans, and you hear Ponyboy chime in with a fervent, 'Yeah!' that he would have kept to himself had Johnny not led the charge. Despite having the upper hand, Ponyboy still struggles to pick fights with Steve. Usually it's a losing battle.

"Come on, kiddo." Darry urges, and Soda sticks close to your side as you shuffle back into the living room. Dallas doesn't move aside to give you your old seat back where he's stretched out over half of it, but he also doesn't protest when you throw your leg over his own to fit on the cushion.

"You've gotta man up, kid." Dally decides, snatching his cigarette out of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face, "Can't be burstin' into tears all the time. People are gonna think you're weak."

"I am weak," You concede feebly, wiping at one last tear that streaks down your cheeks, "I don't know why it happens most'uh the time. Just does."

"Some people are just like that." Johnny smiles kindly at you, and you appreciate his sweetness, "We ain't gonna judge you."

"It'll be great for gettin' out of trouble," Sodapop grins mischieviously at you, "Just think, when you're a wild child in high school, and you're comin' home drunk at 2AM, Darry's gonna yell at you. Just flash him those teary eyes of yours and he'll get all soft for 'ya, he'll let you off real easy."

"Hey- Don't you go givin' her any ideas." Darry points a warning finger at Soda, and Ponyboy scoffs, surely jealous at the prospect of your secret weapon.

You share a secret smile with Soda, though, one that's hidden from both of your brothers. Two-Bit catches it and snorts, "Damn, Darry. I'm not itchin' to be you in a few years."

"Well then you'd better start hangin' out at your own house every once in a while," Darry glares at him, "You spend so much time here I'm gonna give you a chore on the chore chart."

"I don't even do chores at my own place," Two-Bit snickers, like the suggestion is the funniest one he's ever heard. He stretches his arm out behind your head, resting it on your far shoulder, "Just call me whenever you're goin' to those parties, Y/N, and I'll get drunker'n you, make you look like a saint in comparison."

"Dally's a saint in comparison to you, Two-Bit," Ponyboy gripes, "Just don't climb through my window expecting me to help you sneak past Darry."

"Now I mean it, boys," Darry snaps, "Don't go givin' her ideas! Conversation over."

Dallas waits all of three seconds before leaning down, tucking his face beside your ear so that he can drawl, "I'll teach you how to sneak past him if you can go without cryin' for a day."

"Deal." You hold out a pinky for him to link with his own, and if anyone else in Tulsa had offered it, they'd have gotten slugged. Instead, Dallas's finger curls around yours, and he shoots you a shit-eating grin, eyes glimmering dangerously, "24 hours, crybaby. Don't let me down."

[sodapop-babydoll]

♡ How Johnny's Girl Wins the Gang Over ♡

When Darry realizes Johnny's gained some weight. All his life, Johnny's been neglected, forced to get food wherever he can find it. He'll steal it if he needs to and the gang feeds him as much as they can but Johnny still doesn't eat right nearly enough and is a little bit underweight because of it. But when he starts seeing you and you see how hungry he is, well, you start feeding him. Making extra of everything you make at home and telling Johnny that you made it special just for him (because you are doing it for him, anything else is just a bonus).

And when Darry realizes that Johnny's a little healthier and eating better, oh, he just smiles so big. He remembers his mother doing that too, sneaking Johnny food, and he likes you at once for it.

When Two-bit hears you make him laugh. Johnny's a quiet, sad little thing. He laughs, sure, but he's got two laughs. The soft one that he uses the most, a little amused but still with that sadness to him, and his real one. Louder, almost like a little clap of distant thunder, only heard when something makes him shake the sadness off, if only for a moment. Two-bit tries to make him laugh like that as much as he can. And he knows that Johnny's been hanging around you and you seem sweet enough, you're a good girl. But are you good enough for Johnny?

He decides that you are when, one day as he's passing the lot, he hears Johnny's real, true, thunder laugh and looks over. There you are, one hand holding yours and the other holding a cigarette, having dropped his lighter he was laughing so hard. You picked it up for him and lit the cigarette, smiling at him like he was the sun and stars and Two-bit approves right then and there.

When Dally realizes that Johnny doesn't sleep at the lot as often anymore. He makes a habit of going by the lot and checking on Johnny just about every night. Just in case. He doesn't bother him or anything, just makes sure he's okay, but lately, Johnny hasn't been there as often. Dally asks around and hears tell of him in some other neighborhood. Not a real nice one or anything but nicer then theirs, at least. And he's worried so he goes looking for him...only to see Johnny Cade kissing you as you pull him in through your bedroom window. Dally leaves it alone.

But then next day, he does talk to him, Johnny smiling softly as he explains that, yeah, he sleeps there most nights...he'd be there more often but he doesn't want you in any trouble with your folks. Besides, you ask him to come, telling him that you worry about him out in the lot. And Dally likes knowing that you worry about him too and likes you just fine after that.

When Steve sees you take up for Johnny. Because Johnny Cade might be their pet, their pup, everyone's kid brother, but the world doesn't see him like that. In the eyes of everyone else, Johnny's rough. He's hard to look at, especially with that scar now, he hangs around with a bad crowd. He's a greaser. And some boys at school call him such, hitting on you and telling you that you could do better and being real dirty. Johnny's not around. And Steve, knowing that's his buddy's girl, is already walking over when you start off on them.

Oh! What a sight it was! Telling them that Johnny's twice then man they'll ever be and why would you trade in a man like him for little boys who run their dirty mouths? Before they can say anything back, Steve is there and scaring them off, walking you to meet with Johnny.

He likes you, Steve really likes you, because as sweet as you are, you're spitfire too and Johnny needs people like that.

When Soda catches him calling you darlin'. Sodapop Curtis was the second of the gang to know about you being Johnny's girl. Not that anyone actually told him. He stumbled upon the little secret late one night at the park, walking the long way home. There, in the darkness, was a girl. A pretty girl. Wearing a blue dress and playing with something in her hand...a note. And a little flower. Ever the romantic, Soda stopped to smile at the girl, clearly waiting for her lover and wondering who it was.

"Darlin'..."

And it was Johnny Cade that came out of the dark, kissing you so sweetly. Soda slips away without being noticed. But right then, he knew that Johnny loved you truly, he heard it in his voice that night, and he couldn't help but love you a little too (in a big brother sort of way) for making Johnny so happy.

When Ponyboy witnesses you meet for the first time and he knows two things: one, Johnny loves you. And two, you're perfect for him. He didn't used to believe in love at first sight. But something happened that night that changed his mind. He and Johnny were walking home, just talking and laughing a little, too involved in the conversation to notice a girl coming around the corner too. In one moment, you and Johnny had knocked into one another, both of you falling. Johnny caught himself on a lamp post and caught you too with his free hand, pulling you up with him.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't even watching where I was going, was I? I'm so sorry..." you trailed away, not knowing his name.

"Johnny," he finishes for you, reaching down to pick up the book you'd dropped, which must have been what had distracted you. "Johnny Cade. That's Ponyboy."

"I'm Y/N."

And he can tell from the way you're looking at his friend that you're seeing him, really seeing him for who he is. You see all of the good parts and the sweetness and the loyalty...and you smiled so sweetly at him, it was love, wasn't it? It was love at first sight, just like the movies and the books and all those silly romances.

Now Pony knew that love at first sight was real. Maybe just for Johnny but...it anyone deserved such a thing, it was Johnny Cade, wasn't it?

[curtis-brothers-hug]

The line that Soda can put just about anyone to sleep, implies that Ponyboy has seen Soda put multiple people to sleep. We know that for Darry it’s Soda’s back rubs, but what about everyone else.

Ponyboy, who is only able to sleep because Soda shares a bed with him. Even with all the aspirin Pony takes, it’s Soda’s arm swung sleepily across him, Soda’s mere presence, that reassures him that if he has a nightmare he won’t have to wake up alone.

Sandy, who falls asleep on Soda’s shoulder because when she leans against him he goes more still and calm than anyone would think him capable of; staring down at her mesmerized like he’s trying to freeze the moment in time, stroking her hair softly enough to remind her that there’s still gentleness in Tulsa.

Steve, who’s treated to a full body tackle when he crashes on the Curtis couch, Soda playfully refusing to move from his position as human weighted blanket until Steve gives up and goes to sleep. Soda pretends he’s doing it to annoy him, because he knows Steve would die before admitting that touch and weight soothes him, and because the best antidote to a home he gets kicked out of is a home he couldn’t escape if he tried.

Johnny, who sometimes gets skittish at physical touch, so Soda sticks to talking. He just starts rambling about whatever, his animated voice just a few subtle notes softer and lower and less excitable than usual, keeping Johnny company while taking the focus off of him; taking off all the pressure for Johnny to interact or take up any space in order to be given it, and letting him just be.

Two-Bit, whose beer Soda replaces with water at the point before sleepy drunk becomes sick drunk, when he can still get a good night’s sleep, entertaining him with jokes and stories and getting him buzzed on friendship instead of booze.

Of course, Ponyboy says Soda can put “almost anyone to sleep.” Unsurprisingly, Dally is the exception. Soda’s tried, inconspicuously watching tv when Dally crashes on the couch, but Dally just waits him out until Soda’s the one who falls asleep on the floor. Only then does Dally let himself relax, because maybe he sleeps better when someone he trusts is close by, but he would never be vulnerable enough to let himself be “put to sleep.” Which is why Soda fakes sleep, and why he never lets Dally or Pony or anyone else figure it out.

[daydreamerswriting]

hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

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ponyboy can make this exact face btw 🥺 if u even care