The Outsiders | Preferences

When He's Insecure

Johnny: You watched as Soda beat Johnny in a wrestling match for the fourth time. You sighed and wondered why he was so determined to win. Finally, after Johnny got beaten for the fifth time, he quit. 

Soda stood up and walked into the kitchen with a grin of triumph. Johnny wiped away the tears that were building up in his eyes and walked out the door. No one noticed but you. 

Johnny keeps shaking his head. Why is he so disappointed in himself? For not winning a dumb wrestling match?

"Johnny," you say, "what's going on?"

"I- I wish I had muscles. Like Darry. Gosh, even like Two-Bit. I'm so skinny, and I can't do nothin' about it. I'm just this weak little kid who gets beat up by the Socs," he says, on the verge of tears.

"Hey. Don't talk about yourself that way. Who cares if you're skinny or strong?" you tell him.

"Don't you?"

 "Of course not!! I don't love you for how big your bicep is. I love you because you're the sweetest, cutest, funniest guy I've ever met."

"But how am I supposed to protect ya?" he asks.

"Johnny. I always feel safe with you, muscles or no muscles."

"Aww, baby, come here," he says.

Dally:

You are sitting on Dally's bed and he's sitting on his chair, lighting a cigarette. 

"Y/N. Am I a jacka$$ to you?" he asks out of the blue.

"Dal, what? What do you mean?"

"I mean, I've been so with many girls, and sometimes I don't treat ya right, like how a girl's supposed to be treated. I do so many things wrong. I feel like I'm just a jacka$$ at this point."

"Dallas," you say with a sigh. "Who cares about how many girls you've been with? And you treat me just fine. You've actually brought me out of my shell a hell of a lot, and you've taken me on so many adventures that make me feel like I'm on top of the world. I feel like I've really lived more these past two years than I have in my entire lifetime."

"Baby 🥺," he says. "You really feel that way?"

"Of course I do, Dal!" He takes you in his arms and hugs you. You feel a knot loosen inside Dally's chest. He's relieved.

Pony: 

You walk into the bathroom when you see Pony examining his chin, then sighing in frustration. 

"Pony, what are you doing?" you ask him.

He whips around and blushes when he sees you. "Um, nothing."

"Oh come on, Pone. It's gotta be something, why were you looking at your chin just now?" you push.

"Y/N, I don't know why you want to be with me!" he blurts out.

"Wha- what do you- where did this come from?"

"I'm the youngest in the gang! I don't have any manly features like everyone else does. Doesn't it bother you that I'm so young and like a little boy?" 

"Not at all! In fact, it just makes me love you more. You are so perfect, Pony. I don't care if you have a beard on your face, ok?" you say, realizing what Pony was doing when he was examining his chin - he was checking for facial hair. "You are everything to me. Some hair on your face isn't gonna change that."

"Omg, I love you way too much," he tells you.

As you walk out of the bathroom, you peer at his face and say, "By the way, I think I do see a hint of stubble." He beams.