Preference #4: They find out you were abused.
- Dally: "I-I need to tell you somethin'." You told him nervously. "Sure, doll." He kissed your cheek. "Well, I never told anyone this. A while before I broke up with my ex, he used his switchblade on me." You told him, revealing the huge scar still on your thigh. He just looked at you for a few seconds before standing up and storming out the door. "Where are you goin'?! Are you goin' to leave me?" You sobbed, was he seriously going to leave you for something that wasn't your fault? He stopped in his tracks and turned back to you in shock. "Babe, no way will I ever leave you! I'm goin' to find that jerk and make him regret even thinking 'bout you." He growled. He took out his heater and jumped into his car, speeding off to do some damage.
- Sodapop: Your parents abused you for a while now, but you always hid your bruises. You were invited to Sodapop's house, and you wore a long sleeve shirt and shorts, since your arms were bruised. "Hey, beautiful!" Soda hugged you, not giving you room to move your arms. You struggled, which only hurt. You tried to hide your pain, but Soda noticed. "You okay?" He asked you, letting you go. You nodded, and sent a fake smile his way. "I'm fine! Hey, let's go inside." You said, grabbing his hand. He took that to his advantage, and lifted up your sleeves. "Who did this?" He hissed, looking at the bruises. "Soda, I ca-" "Who?! Why?!" He raised his voice. "My parents." You whimpered. "You're staying here. No exceptions." He looked down at you. Then, he just held you, and you felt some tears hit the top of your head.
- Johnny: "Baby doll, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He whispered, shocked at what he just heard. You just told him that a long time ago, your ex-boyfriend took advantage of you. "Yeah, it's true. I had to go through major therapy, and it was just so horrible! Oh God, Johnny; what if I see him again?!" You cried, desperate for his arms to be around you. He hugged you instantly. "Babe, he won't touch you ever again. I promise you. And if he ever does, I won't hesitate to hurt him. And you also know that you have the whole gang with you." He said, gently pushing his forehead against yours.
- Darry: "Darry, please, don't." You pleaded. He was in a rage, going to look for the guy who hurt the love of his life. "Why not, Y/N? Why shouldn't I find the guy who hurt you like that?" He yelled, slipping on his shoes and jacket. "Don't stoop down to a level that you won't pass! Ever!" You warned. He stopped moving, and looked at you. "Honey, you know I won't do anythin' to hurt you, but please let me teach this guy a lesson on how to treat the most perfect woman ever." He said, leaving the house.
- Ponyboy: "He did what?" He squeaked, looking at you with big eyes. You nodded sadly. "Yeah, he did. He hit me." You whispered. He seemed to be thinking something over in his mind, and he seemed to come up with something. "I'm stayin' at your house tonight. If anythin' happens, we run from there. We just run. You'll stay here. Darry and Soda will understand." He stated.
- Steve: "I'll kill him." He growled, cleaning the oil off of his face at the DX. You ran all the way to Steve to tell him about what just happened; your ex-boyfriend kissed you and grabbed you in places you didn't want to be grabbed. "Okay, Steve, I know you're angry. I get it. But let's not do anythin' that can potentially put you in trouble." You warned, but he didn't seem to listen. "So, do you want me to kill him now or later?" He asked, ignoring your previous statement.
- Two-Bit: "Two-Bit, calm down!" You yelled. You told him what the bullies at school did, and he freaked out. "Baby, I ain't calmin' down!" He said. "This isn't that serious, Two. You don't have to be missin' Mickey Mouse and cake at Darry's for somethin' that happened last year." He just looked at you in shock. "You mean this happened a long time ago and you didn't even tell me?!" He shrieked. You shook your head at him. "Two, we didn't even know each other when it happened!" You chuckled at him. "I don't get why you're laughin'. I don't care if you were a total stranger, I still would've helped you. You're special, and I remember basically drooling the first time I saw you." He grumbled, causing you to blush.
Preference #3: You're sick.
- Darry: He would literally stop everything he was doing and stay by your side. Whatever you needed, he would be there for you. Sometimes, he wouldn't even let the gang come around so they wouldn't get sick. You loved how he would take so much care of you, yet make sure that the gang stays healthy.
- Two-Bit: He would cuddle with you and watch Mickey Mouse re-runs. He had medicine on the nightstand, so if you needed anything, it would be right there for you. But, he never would forget to crack a joke or two just to make you smile.
- Johnny: He was always like a little lost puppy, so when he realized how sick you were, he kind of freaked out. Well, 'freaked out' was a huge understatement. He basically went crazy making sure that you had everything you needed, whether it be medicine, tissues, or just a pillow. He needed to make sure that his princess was okay.
- Dally: He never really was a big softy, but around you, he would do anything for you. He would even bring you whatever you needed. If you ever needed more medicine, he would go to the store, but he would still buy himself a pack of cancer sticks. He would get stressed from taking care of you and making sure that you were better every single day.
- Ponyboy: You got to school one morning, but you weren't feeling well. Your boyfriend, Ponyboy, noticed though. He put his hand on your forehead, and instantly became overprotective of you. He took you to the office, making sure that you were okay, and stayed there while you had your temperature taken. You had a high fever, and Ponyboy just sighed. "Well, at least I'm goin' to take care of you." He smiled at you.
- Sodapop: He would always try to kiss you. Always. He would always look for the opportunity to hold your hand, cuddle with you, or even just be within a foot of you. You would always push him away since you didn't want him to get sick. Also, you weren't in the mood to cuddle. You just wanted to get better, so you could spend time with your family, the gang, and Soda. Sadly for him, he never figured out how to get that kiss from you.
- Steve: He would just sit there, not knowing what to do to take care of you. You asked him for a piece of chocolate cake, but he refused to get it for you. "No, you're not eatin' cake, you're sick! You need soup and medicine!" He grinned at you, while getting up to get you what you needed. "But I'm not even that sick." You whined. He shushed you, before continuing. "Well, I don't need you to get worse, babe." He said, handing you some pills.
Preference #2: First fight (Part 2).
- Ponyboy: You and Ponyboy were planning a date at the movies, and you wanted to watch a movie that most people would call a "chick-flick". "C'mon, let's watch it. It'll be really nice!" You insisted, trying to get him to say yes. "No! Let's watch that new scary movie!" He whined. You rolled your eyes at him. "There's goin' to be too much blood! I don't want to get scared." You said, shaking your head. He just scoffed at you. "Wow, you're such a priss." He mumbled, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You just looked at him surprised. "Really, Pony? I'm sorry that I don't feel like cryin' my eyes out." You said, angry with him. "Fine, I'll go watch it with the gang instead." He smirked, knowing that you were riled up and walked out. The next night, you didn't feel like going anywhere since your plans were all messed up. You were dressed in your pajamas, and you were just moping around. You were about to drift off to sleep until you heard something hitting your window. You saw pebbles being thrown. You ran to the window, careful to not get hit, and saw Pony smiling up at you. "Well, what are you waiting for?! Let's get to the movies! I brought tissues!" He laughed.
- Steve: You weren't able to see Steve at one of his races, since your shift ran late at the last minute. You got home, only to find Steve drinking a beer and looking angry. "Hey, I'm sorr-" You started, but Steve interrupted. "Sorry don't cut it!" He grumbled. "My shift ran late, don't blame me! I wanted to come and watch but I couldn't. I'll go next time." You said. "Well, how do I know that you're not cheatin' on me?" He whispered. You almost dropped everything you had in your hands. "Are you serious, Steve?! Okay, I'm done with you. I'm goin' to bed. Have a good night, I guess." You ran up to the room, not bothering to change into pajamas. You woke up the next day to find somebody's arms wrapped around you. You tossed and turned to see Steve still sleeping. You leaned in and left a kiss on his nose. He stirred and woke up. He saw you looking at him and frowned. "I'm sorry." He said. "It's okay. I love you." You whispered as you snuggled into him.
- Sodapop: He was working extra hours at the DX causing him to come home a little late, but you were furious with him. It was your one year anniversary, why did he have to work longer now?! He walked into the house with the biggest smile on his face, and your face just showed the exact opposite of happiness. "What's wrong, baby?" He frowned, trying to kiss you but failing when you dodged him. "Do you know what day it is, Soda?" You asked him, faking sweetness. He thought for a moment, and you were about to explode. "Uh, it's Friday?" He asked, clueless with what you were asking. Your eyes widened and you were probably going to strangle him if you didn't control yourself. "No. Guess again!" You mockingly laughed at him. "Uh, it's trash day?" He laughed nervously. You just shook your head and pushed past him up the stairs. "What's the big deal, then?" He yelled at you. "Well, for starters; happy anniversary, Sodapop Curtis!" You cried, shutting the door to your room. You left your room a few hours later to find a trail of rose petals starting from your room all the way down the hall. You followed it, of course, only to find Soda holding a silver necklace in his hands and candles everywhere. "Wh-what's all this for?" You said, breathless. "For you. Happy anniversary, Y/N." He smiled at you.
- Darry: You were upset with him, since he's been really moody lately. You didn't know why, but you were going to find out no matter what. "Hey Darry!" You smiled at him, hoping to see that he was in a good mood today. "Hey." He said. "What's wrong? You've been down lately. Can I hel-" "No! Just stop talkin'." He groaned. You finally had enough of this. You knew that you didn't deserve this. "You know what, Darry? I just try to help you out whenever I can, and this is the thanks I get! I'm done." You cried, standing up from the couch until he stopped you. "Y/N, I'm sorry. It's just that my boss has been threatenin' me lately sayin' that he was goin' to fire me. I've been really stressed lately, and I'm sorry that I've been treatin' you horribly these days. Forgive me?" He explained, staring at you with his beautiful eyes. You thought about it for a moment, and then sat back down. "You're lucky I love you!" You exclaimed as he tackled you with kisses.
You and Sodapop get into a fight, and he ends up hurt.
“I can’t believe this! You seriously saw her last night?!” You screamed at your boyfriend; well, now ex-boyfriend. You two were planning on going out to the Dingo last night, until he was “sick”. He wasn’t really sick; he apparently faked it and went to see Sandy, who you thought moved away for horrid reasons.
“I don’t get what the deal is! She wanted to talk to me, it’s not like we kissed or anythin’!” Soda yelled back at you. Was he really being serious right now?
“Are you kiddin’ me, Soda? It’s a big deal because not only did you ditch me and lie to me, but you went and saw your ex-girlfriend who apparently was in Florida with a baby that wasn’t yours! Do I seriously have to remind you of why you two broke up?!” You responded, tears threatening to fall.
Soda just looked at you like you stabbed him and just left him all alone to die. “Don’t you dare bring that up ever again.” He hissed, gritting his teeth.
You scoffed. “Well, I just did since you obviously needed to be reminded! Lyin’ to me obviously wasn’t enough for you. You know what? I think you should just get out. Leave. We’re done.” You sobbed, removing the promise ring that he managed to buy for you on Valentine’s Day. You threw the ring at him, and motioned to the door.
“B-babe, don’t be like tha-” He started, desperate for you to calm down so you both can work this out.
“I have to! Don’t you understand? If I can’t trust you, then what should we do with this relationship? Get out!” You pushed him towards the door with all of the strength in you, not forgetting to slam the door in his face.
You heard him kick one of the posts on the porch, and try to keep in a sob as he ran to his car and put the key in ignition. You couldn’t help but lean on the wall and slide down, burying your head in your knees. Why did this all have to happen? Why was there so much drama?
Why did it all have to involve you?
All the crying made you tired; you were sitting against the wall for about an hour, mentally cursing yourself for all that happened. You were slowly falling asleep, until the phone rang.
You made your way hastily to the phone, anger still running in your system. “Hello?” You answered gruffly. “Is this Ms. Y/L/N?” A woman’s voice asked. “This is she.” You replied. What happened and why did they ask for you?
“I’m sorry, but I think you should make your way to the hospital immediately. A patient named ‘Sodapop Curtis’ is askin’ for you.” The woman advised. Those words were enough to crumble down and weigh horror on your shoulders.
You didn’t even manage to hang up the phone; you just grabbed your jacket, slid on your shoes, snatched your car keys, and drove off to the local hospital. Nearly missing a few stop signs and other cars, you made it in ten minutes tops. You hopped out of the car and ran inside. “Where’s Sodapop Curtis?!” You yelled to the lady at the front desk.
“Are you Ms. Y/L/N?” She asked you, debating on whether or not she should release that information. “Yes I am, now talk.” You threatened. “Room 109.” The lady responded; you didn’t even acknowledge her, you just ran.
You finally made it to the room, but hesitated once you made it to the door. Your breathing hitched; should you go inside or not? You shook the thought out of your head; you needed to know what happened. You needed to know if you were the reason.
You slowly opened the door to find Soda lying down. He had a cast on his left leg, and some gauze wrapped around his right hand. “Oh, Soda.” You gasped, making your way to his bedside. “Y/N? What’re you doin’ ‘ere?” He asked you, seeming genuinely shocked. You rolled your eyes.
“It’s not every day that you get a call at 11:00 at night sayin’ that the person you love most is in the hospital. What the heck happened? Were you wearing your seatbelt?! I swear, if you weren’t we-” You demanded, until Soda interrupted you.
“I was so angry that I wasn’t payin’ attention to the road.” He said. He seemed to hesitate, but he continued. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have gone to see Sandy. But you know that I would never do anythin’ with ‘er!” He started, but you shut him up by kissing him.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I was angry for no reason. I should’ve known that you wouldn’t do anythin’. But I swear to the Lord almighty, if I ever see her again, I will hurt her.” You giggled. He just grinned at you and got something from the nightstand next to the bed. You recognized it as the promise ring you threw at him earlier out of anger. He just got it, brushed it off, and put it on your finger. That surely shut you up, because you knew that now you were both alright.
Preference #1: They get jealous/over-protective.
- Two-Bit: Whenever he sees a boy look at you too closely, all he needs to do is pull out his trusty switchblade and yell "Get lost!" to scare them away. Then, he would just look at you and give a cheesy grin. Sometimes he didn't need to scare them off, but you thought it was really sweet of him!
- Johnny: Ever since he got jumped, he's been extremely nervous. You always calmed him down, but whenever he saw a Soc looking at you the wrong way or treating you badly, he held your hand tight and just told you to ignore them. You were his princess, forever and always.
- Sodapop: You would visit him every week at the DX and you two would just hang out, have fun, and talk all at the same time. You had a great time until Soda went to the bathroom, then a guy came to the station because his car had a flat tire. He was flirting with you, until he saw Soda get out of the bathroom and glare at him. Even though Soda was a nice guy, nobody could talk to his girl like that without any consequences.
- Dally: You were at one of Buck's parties with Dally and the gang, when you felt a hand touch your butt. You turned around in shock, about to yell at the pervert who did that, but you saw that Dally was already taking care of it; and that meant that the pervert wouldn't get out of this fight without a broken arm.
- Darry: People instantly saw Darry as an intimidating guy, even though in reality, he was a big ol' teddy bear. That just resulted in guys barely hitting on you, but people wanted to hit his weak spot, and Darry's weak spot would get hit if anybody ever hurt you. You two were just walking home from the Dingo, when you noticed a car following you both. Whenever this happened, Darry would tell you to run home and that he would take care of everything.
- Steve: He was all muscles, so he would fight and easily win. You and the gang went to go watch him and Soda race one night. You had a great time, until Paul Holden winked at you. You ignored him though, sticking close to the gang. The race ended, and you were making your way towards Steve, until somebody stopped you. You turned to see Paul smirking at you; he was about to say something until Steve punched him out of nowhere and started a fight. You sighed; you were tired of the same fights every other night, but you knew he was only trying to protect you.
- Ponyboy: You two met on the first day of school, so you were obviously "fresh meat", as they would say. He would walk you to your classes, and make sure that no bullies started any trouble with you. No way would he let anybody try to hurt you or get you in trouble, and you loved him for that.