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