The Outsider Preferences and Imagines (Closed)

Your Kid(s) Catch You Fighting

Dallas
"You have a family now Dallas!" You shout at your husband.
"You don't think I know that!?" He yells back continuing to pace in your living room.
"Then why do you keep leaving!?"
"I need a break!
"You need a break!?" You continue  he was starting to upset you more and more with every word left.
"Y/N-" he starts again until you realize you were being watched through the your son's room. You look over and notice him tears In his eyes. You look to Dallas and you both run over to him, Dal rests him on his hip as he starts to sob.
"What's wrong?" He asks brushing away his bright blonde hair from his icy blue eyes.
"You're fighting," the six year old cries. Dallas looks to you in sympathy.
"We-" Dallas starts to explain.
"You hate each other." He cries harder.
"God no, we don't hate each other James, mommy and I love each other so much." Dallas explains as you rub James back and lean on your husband, standing on your toes. He leans in pecking your lips. Even after four years of marriage he still gave you butterflies.
"Promise?" He sniffles.
"Promise." You smile kissing the side of Dal's head and then kiss your son's head.
Two-Bit
"You kiss me off Two-Bit!" You yell at your husband.
"I piss you off? Really?" He groans stopping to look at you. He rolls his eyes and slams the front door behind him.
"Yup! Run back to your moms house!" You shout at him.
"Ugh!" You yell turning around resting your hands on your forehead. You open your eyes noticing your eight year old son was watching. "Shit." You whisper kneeling beside him and I King him up on your hip.
"Where's daddy?" He asks noting his fingernails. You walk over to the window noticing he hasn't even left the driveway and was hitting his fist on the steering wheel crying.
"He's just cooling down, he'll be back baby." You console wanting to cry as you kiss his cheek. He nods just as Two comes through the door. The first thing he does is kiss you,
"Im sorry minnie," He cries.
"I'm sorry Mickey." You smile pecking at him again, you turn back to your son and he was smiling, he even let out a few claps. You wiped away Two's tears.
"It's alright." You comfort as you both go to put your son Keith JR to bed.
Ponyboy
"Pony why do you get like this?!" You shout at your husband. He starts to pace again.
"Get like what?!"
"Like-" your fight was interrupted by the sound of your 3 year old son Jason crying. You both sigh heavily and head to the nursery but ares topped by your other son Caleb who was 15, he had Jason on his hip.
"I got it Caleb, sorry-" you start.
"Why don't you guys just get a divorce, you've been fighting like crazy." He rolls his eyes as his brother starts to calm down. He wasn't wrong. You look over to Pony feeling his hand wrap around your waist. Caleb takes Jason back to the nursery and you practically fall in Pony chest.
"Im sorry baby." You whisper starting to cry.
"It's alright." He says rubbing your back and kissing your head.
Johnny
"Johnny-" you start with your husband.
"What?! You gonna yell some more?" He shouts frustrated with you and everything else.
"Jesus!" You yell back.
Johnny goes to say something but is interrupted by the front door slamming. You look over noticing it was you 14 year old son. You open the door calling after him.
"Winston!" You shout. "Where are you going?"
"The lot!" He replies. You return to the house and saw Johnny crying in the couch. You can't help but feel bad. You sit next to him wrapping your arm around him.
"He's like me, I made him run away." He cries. You kiss the side of his head.
"Johnny, it's alright." You whisper in his hair. "Let's go find him." You offer helping him stand up. You wipe his tears giving him a kiss. "Im sorry." He whispers hugging you tight before you go and find your son.
Sodapop
You go to yell at your husband again when a creaking door followed by crying stops you. Your anger and Sodas anger fades and notice your eight year old daughter Lila standing in her doorway.
"When you guys get divorced can I get two birthdays?" She asks. You both rush to her side.
"Mommy and I aren't getting a divorce." Soda explains sitting her in his lap.
"But you fight a lot like the rest of my friends parents." She explains.
"We dont fight often." You reassure her kissing her temple.
"Yeah you do."
"Well, we aren't getting any divorce," Soda comforts. She nods again.
"Only one birthday?" She whispers.
"Only one birthday." He chuckles.
Darry
"Darry, will you just listen?!" You yell at him, he stops to listen to you.
"What am I suppose today? What are you suppose to say?" He shouts irritated.
"Mom," You hear your six year old daughter say from the door frame of her room. "Daddy." You look to Darry, he looks back at you, oh both run over kneeling beside her.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Darry asks brushing hair from her face.
"Are you guys gonna get divorced?" She asks playing with her fingernails.
You look to Darry horrified.
"God no, sweetheart we love each other so very much," you say tears welling in your eyes. Darry grabs your hand.she looks to her dad expecting something.
"Mommy's right, we would never leave each other."
She nods, as Darry picks her up on his hip and takes her back to bed. As soon as you both left your were in his arms.
"I love you Darrel."you whisper as he held you close to his chest.
"I love you too," he says kissing your head as you close your eyes taking a deep breath.
Steve
"Steve, you have a kid and one on the way! You can't just leave whenever you want and not come back for hours with me not knowing where you are and worrying," you complain to your husband who was pacing standing in the other side of the coffee table.
"Y/N-" he starts but is stopped by the sound of your three son Patrick emerging from his room.
You roll your eyes at your husband and pick Patrick up on your hip.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" You ask moving him away from your swollen stomach.
"Why do you hate each other when I'm gonna have a baby sister?" He says starting to cry.
"Daddy and I don't hate each other." You explain brushing hair from his eyes, you look to Steve who was running a hand through his hair.
"Come on let's get back in bed and talk in the morning." You say putting your son to bed alone, by the time you came back Steve was gone again only with a note on the door.