The Outsiders Preferences and Imagines (Happily taking requests!)

Chapter 1: When You're Insecure, Part 1

  When you're insecure, Tuff_Greaser
(These are going to be SUPER long so....)

Dallas:  You watched all the tough looking girls dressed in leather jackets and smoking, hanging all over Dallas at Buck's party. You sighed, wishing you were as tough as them. You stared at your shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world, to avoid looking at Dallas.  You unexpectedly felt a rough hand gently tilt your chin up. "Y/N? Are you okay?"
You shook your head running out of the bar.  You ran into the alley and slid down the wall, hugging your knees to your chest. You heard footsteps approaching you, and looked up to see Dallas standing over you.  Crouching down, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.  "Hey doll, what's wrong?"  You looked down at the cement, after a few seconds you replied, "Becuase they're all "tough" and pretty and I'm just...me.." He hugged you tightly, surprised you looked up at him. "None of those girls are tough, Y/N.. They're just fake."  You let a small giggle escape your lips and Dallas took your hand, pulling you to your feet.  "Thank you," you whispered.

SodaPop: Soda had invited you over for dinner one night, and you were really excited. You sat on his bed waiting for him to get home from work since he told you he'd meet you at his house.  You glanced around his room, suddenly noticing a cracked picture in an open desk drawer. You carefully picked the picture up, cautious of the cracked glass.  You gasped seeing that it was a picture of Soda and his ex girlfriend Sandy. She's so pretty... And skinny, you thought looking down at your stomach.  Looking at the way Soda's eyes sparkled in the picture when he was with her made your eyes water. Was he really happy with you? You cried silently, letting your tears drip onto the picture. You heard a small gasp from the doorway, whipping your head towards the noise you saw Soda.  Standing with a shocked look on his face, he took in the scene before him. He silently sat next to you on his bed, engulfing you in a hug. You cried into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with your tears. "You're beautiful. You're skinny. You're perfect." He murmured into your hair.

Steve:  Steve's childhood best friend Paisley was coming to visit for the summer, you constantly told yourself not to be jealous...it was easier said than done. You felt a small groan escape your lips as you watched Paisley and Steve working on a car and reminiscing over stories from when they were kids.  Steve turned his head toward you, hearing the groan.  You blushed from embarrassment.  "Paisley, I'll be right back."  She saluted in response going back to work on the car. He grabbed your hand gently pulling you outside. You stumbled into his arms clumsily and he held you to his chest. "Baby, you're jealous aren't you?" He asked. You sighed, "Jealous...and insecure." You added.  "Of what?"  He raised an eyebrow.  "Steve!  She's the fricking girl version of you!  She knows everything about cars and I know like....nothing!"  You huffed.  He chuckled and that just made you angrier and confused.  "Y/N, I don't care that you don't understand cars as well as Paisley...teaching you is just another way to spend more time with you."   You smiled like an idiot and let him kiss you softly, no longer feeling insecure.