The Outsiders Preferences

When You Need Him

Ponyboy: You'd never liked thunder storms. There was no reason why, no early childhood trauma or sob story, you were just scared of them. You were laying in the bed you shared with your boyfriend Ponyboy, shaking and jumping at each crack of thunder. Another bolt of lightning zipped across the sky and your eyes slammed shut. With the next boom of thunder, you yelped involuntarily, jolting your boyfriend out of sleep. "Wha- what's wrong baby?" He mumbled sleepily when he realized how hard you were shaking. "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." He barked out a laugh. "I'm already awake, but now I'm worried. What's up?" You grimaced and looked up into his green eyes, "I just hate storms. They scare the shit out of me." He smiled sadly, "Aww baby..." That was all he said before his strong arms came around me, stroking my back and hair and mumbling sweet things into my ear until I finally slept.

Johnny: It wasn't the the first time you'd stayed the night with your boyfriend, but it was the first time he'd allowed you to stay at his house. He was very protective, and wouldn't let you within 5 miles of his house when his parents were home, but they'd run off recently, and had taken everything except Johnny with them. You stepped through the front door he was holding and waited until he shut and locked it before you giggled and turned on your heel, racing around trying to find his bedroom with him laughing and chasing behind you. He finally caught you, tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you up to his room. He tossed you onto his bed and reached over to turn the lamp off before jumping into bed and cuddling you close. Shit. All of the lights were off. You were scared of the dark but had always been too embarrassed to tell Johnny about it, and now it was too late. The panic began to set in, and the tears began rolling down your face as you gasped for air. The panic attack hit you harder than a freight train and you shook hard, waking your boyfriend from sleep. "Hey. Hey, what's wrong, love?" You struggled to get the words out, "it's- it's the dark." He quickly reached over and switched on the lamp. "Better?" He asked. You smiled gratefully. "Much."

Dally: Well shit. Walking down to Buck Merril's place in the middle of the night wasn't your brightest idea, but your brother was gone for the night and you'd gotten freaked out at the prospect of being alone. So you'd decided to go find Dally. Seemed like a idea, at least until the mustang pulled up beside you and 4 Socs hopped out. "Well, well, well. What do we have here," one of them said, coming towards me, "Whats a pretty little thing like you doing out here? And all alone..." "Back off" you growled, hoping they couldn't hear the same shake in your voice that you could. They rushed you. Tears slipped down your face as the leader handed your leg off to one of the others and moved to sit on top of you. He slowly undid your belt buckle and then the button on your jeans. Suddenly the weight was thrown from your body and a gunshot sounded. Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you up from the pavement, and you immediately smelled the aftershave masking the barely detectable clove smell. Dally. He held you tightly in his arms for a moment before bending down to scoop you up and carry you back to Buck's. When you were upstairs and in the safety of Dallas's room, you broke. You sobbed hard for about 20 minutes, burying your head in his chest. "How-how did you find me?" You gasped. He smiled softly. " I saw your brother at the party downstairs. I didn't want you to be alone. I was walking to your house when I saw them. I've got you, Doll. No ones gonna hurt you."

Darry: You were in the car with your parents and baby brother singing quietly along to the Beatles song coming through the radio; a new one called 'Hey, Jude.' You looked over and burst out laughing at the kooky faces your year and a half old brother was making, causing your mom to turn and look at you both from the passenger seat, shaking her head in exasperation and giggling. Your dad glanced in the rear view mirror for a split second, but that's all it took. The driver in the left lane veered sharply into yours, hitting your beat up old station wagon head-on. No one had time to react- the last thing you remembered was grasping blindly for your little brother while the haunting tune continued coming through the radio, "Heh Jude, don't be a fool. Take a sad song, and make it better..."

The next thing you remember was the steady beep, beep, beeping of the monitors connected to all of the wires hooked up to your body, and a solid weight on your hand. You looked over, seeing the dark hair of your boyfriend Darry fanned out on and around your arm with his head pressed against your hand. It didn't quite register at first, but once you got your bearings you realized that you were in a hospital. "Dar? Wha-what's going on?" His head snapped up and emotion flashed in his eyes; grief, relief, surprise, and sadness. I scooted over and flipped back the blankets, patting the bed and inviting him in. He sat next to you and pulled you close. "They're gone." You looked up at him, confused. "They're all gone, y/n." Suddenly it clicked. Your family. Your mom and dad, your brother. Dead. What were you going to do? Where would you live? You couldn't help it- you burst into tears, burying your face in Darry's shirt. "Shhhhhh, I've got you, baby. I'll take care of you."

Soda: They were coming. You were running down the street like your life depended on it, which it probably did. The Socs were hot on your heels, hooping and hollering as they chased you down the road and into the lot. One of them launched and tackled you football style into the dirt, laughing and shouting at what they were going to do to you....
You woke, shaking and sweating to your boyfriend, Soda, rocking you back and forth in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear to try and calm you down. You had the dream often, flashing back to the near miss you'd had with several Socs a few weeks back. Soda had showed up just in time, before anything really bad had happened but it'd been a close call. "It's alight, you're okay, you're safe, I've got you." Soda repeated the mantra that he always recited when you woke up in a cold sweat after your night mare, and you borrowed into his shirt, taking handfuls of the soft cotton fabric and holding on for dear life.

Steve: "Come on. Come on, dammit!" You banged a fist on the steering wheel of your old Chevy truck. It was really, really old and a piece of crap, but you loved it, most of the time. But today you were just pissed. It'd broken down in the middle of a backroad in the dead of summer, miles from any houses or business. You didn't know what to do- walk in the general direction of the Curtis house, where you'd been staying, or wait by. Not being one to just sit there, you decided to walk. "Piece of shit car. I can't even drive it without it breaking down! What the hell is it good for?!" You mumbled to yourself, kicking the dirt to emphasize your anger. You walked and walked until the heat of the summer sun had disappeared from the sky, leaving you under a blanket of bright stars. You must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, you should at least be in town by now. You'd never been afraid of the dark, but something about the dark combined with having no clue where you are or how to get back home absolutely terrified you, and you broke down. You collapsed in the dirt and cried, not knowing what else to do and feeling totally despondent. That was until you heard the roar of your boyfriend Steve's car coming closer to you. You'd both spent hours working in that car, and you knew the sound by heart. "STEVE!! STEVE OVER HERE!!" The engine shut off quickly and you heard the sound of footsteps charging towards you before a pair of strong arms scooped you up and spun you around. "God, y/n where have you been?! I've been looking for you everywhere!" You could barely get any words out I between your sobs of relief. "Oh, baby," he said, "I've got you, love. Let's go home." And with that he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car.

Two-Bit: You and your boyfriend Two-Bit were walking down Main Street, tossing back beers like there was no tomorrow. That was, until you came across a bored cop with nothing better to do than slap the wrist of a couple drunk teenagers. He jumped out of his car as soon as he saw the label of the bottle in your hand. "Freeze! Tulsa police!" Considering that town barely had more than one cop, he was talking big, but he did have a heater. You and Two looked at each other- "Run!" You said at the same time and you took off down the street, taking back roads and short cuts until you were sure you'd lost him. Once in the clear, Two started laughing, and you were about to follow suit until the enormity of the situation crashed down on you and you promptly burst into tears. Two's face uncharacteristically sobered and he looked concerned and confused. "Babe...what's wrong? Are you alright?" He wrapped you tightly in his arms when you continued to cry, "Sweetheart why are you crying? We're okay." You gasped for breath and tried to explain, "I- I don't really know. I mean I know kids get arrested everyday, but what if it were one of us? Or both of us? We'd never see each other again. We wouldn't graduate, or go to college, or get out of this damn town!" He looked a bit takes aback at your vehemence. "Honey that won't happen. I won't let it. I ain't ever gonna let anything hurt you- not Socs, or cops or anything. I've got you hun."

Well, I'm sorry it was so long, and took me forever, but I'm back! Hope you like it. Thoughts on this preference and any in the future are welcome ☺️
~B