The Outsiders x Reader

Falling in Love (Johnny)

Written by: https://scarybutgay.tumblr.com/post/169753520966/falling-in-love-against-your-brothers-wishes

His hand fell on yours, momentarily wrapping itself around your fingers. But too soon it was pulled away, by a sheepish Johnny. You looked up at him, while he pulled his gaze away from you. Adrenaline running through you, you inched your hand towards where Cade had laid his until your two hands were lying side by side.

It took a moment for him to realize that you wanted to hold his hand, that him accidentally placing his hand on yours was welcomed. You could see it dawn on him after a few seconds, but he still didn't dare to move his hand any closer to yours. He didn't want the others to see.

The rest of the gang was around, Darry in his kitchen making supper, Ponyboy doing homework in his bedroom, Sodapop and Two-bit out on the yard passing a ball around and your older brother, Dallas arguing with Steve over sports. But none of them were paying attention to the two of you, who sat side by side on the couch as a tv show, that neither of you cared about, played.

But eventually, he moved his thumb slighting, so that it rested on your pinky. And then, when he saw you smilin', he wrapped his hand around yours and gave it a squeeze.

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"Hey, Dally told me to come get you, the gang is playin' football and they wanted you to come." You told Johnny, who stood in the doorway to his house. You could hear shouting in the background and prayed that Johnny would come with you.

"I'm sorry, I can't." He told you, his father shouting his name from their living room and telling him to shut the door, calling you a few choice words. You bit your lip, wanting to take Johnny's arm and run away with him. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Stay safe." You whispered in his ear, having to stand on your toes to reach him. He nodded and smiled before lightly shutting the door, leaving you both with butterflies in your stomach.

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He had a bruise on his jaw, and what would become a black eye. His jeans were ripped, and his shirt had what you wished was dirt on it but knew was blood. But Johnny still managed to look handsome.

You were icing his jaw, using a couple of ice cubes and a spare rag that you had found, in a spare room at Bucks.

A fight had broken out at the drive-in, soc against greaser as it always seemed to be. Nothing big, but your friends had been outnumbered almost three to one, as it was only Dally, Johnny, Two-bit and you there. Dally had insisted that you not be a part of it, despite the fact that he had taught you how to fight. What was the point of teaching you how to throw a punch if you never got to?

The four of you had come back to Bucks afterwards to get cleaned up, you didn't want to make a mess at the Curtis' because a social worker was checking in tomorrow, as one did every month.

You had taken Johnny upstairs to get him cleaned up, and you now sat in a spare room, asking him how much it hurt.

"It's nothing really. You should check on your brother." Johnny told you, attempting to sit up on the bed but settling for lying down on it when he failed. You knew that you should check on Dally, but part of you didn't want to see him. He had started the fight and got everyone in trouble. Dallas was your brother and you loved him, but he was too reckless and selfish and sometimes you needed a break from all that.

"Are you sure you're fine?" You asked, pressing your hand to his head in case he was running a fever. He took your other hand, intertwining it with his in response.