The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Sodapop Imagine

TW: R*PE, ABUS

I was laying on the couch at the Curtis house again, for what seemed like the bazillionth time this month. It was due to my best friend, Sodapop. He had made me, since my parents had disappeared last month and my uncle was...well...not a man of high moral standing. He beat me and cursed at me and...and raped me...Soon as Soda caught word of that he didn't leave my side. Not even for a moment.

I tossed and turned on the couch, in a restless sleep. My dreams were vivid. My parents leaving. My uncle taking me in. And suddenly, it went dark. I was chained up. I couldn't see, but I could tell I was in my uncle's basement. There were footsteps. Loud and heavy. I started crying. They grew closer. I was shaking. The door opened. I was screaming. He was here. And I wasn't.

"Y/n!!! Y/N!!!" Sodapop hollered, shaking me. I couldn't open my eyes. I was too afraid.

"S-Soda." I sniffled. He pulled me into his arms.

"Shh, darlin'. I'm right here. I gotcha." He soothed me, cradeling me to his chest. I clung to him like a baby koala. "Look at me." He said quietly. I looked up. "Right at me, darlin." He whispered. I looked up into his soft brown eyes.

"I'm lookin." I sniffled. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against mine. I stopped crying and melted into his arms, slowly moving my lips in sync with his.

"You ain't got nothing to worry about no more darlin. You're safe here with me. As long as I got ya, nothing can hurt you. I ain't gon' let no more harm come to ya." He whispered soothingly, rubbing my back as he pulled away.

"Soda?" I mumbled.

"Yeah darlin?" He asked.

"Can you lay down with me? P-please?" I sniffles as I looked up into his eyes.

"Of course." He replied, laying down on the couch, pulling me on top of him.

"Thanks." I mumbled, burying my head in his chest.

"You got it, darlin." He chuckled, kissing my head. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back until I fell into a peaceful sleep. The first one I'd had in months.