The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Ponyboy Imagine

Your parents were fighting. Again. This had been going on for months as they went through their divorce. And everything seemed to come back to you. Who was going to get custody, visitation days, holidays, you name it. Through all the chaos in your life, you knew your boyfriend, Ponyboy, was always there for you. It was the only thing you were sure of.

Tonight was one of the worst fights of all. You could hear your parents screaming clear across the house, even with your door shut tight and your pillow firm over your head. You tugged your shoes on and ran out of the house. Your dad, in an attempt to grab you, had left a bleeding scratch on your arm. You ran all the way to Ponyboy's house and knocked hard on the door. Normally you would run right in, but it was late.

Sodapop answered the door, his eyes half closed. They opened wide when he saw you, however.

"Ponyboy!!!" He hollered, ushering you inside. You stood in the living room, a cold, windblown, bloody, tearstreaked mess.

"What is it?" Pony muttered, trudging into the living room. His eyes were closed and his hair was a mess, which could only mean that he had been sleeping. You reached out to him.

"Pony." You whimpered quietly. His eyes shot open and he rushed over.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. You sobbed into the soft cotton of his old T-shirt as he held you tight, rubbing your back. "What happened baby girl?" He asked.

"M-my folks are fighting again. I ran out. My dad tr-tried to grab me but-" you cut off, choking back another sob. He looked at your arm and led you into the bathroom, then gently cleaned the scratch.

"Shh, baby girl, you're alright." He whispered, kissing your head. Soda had fallen asleep on the couch, so he led you to his room and pulled you into bed with him.

You were shaking violently, so he pulled the covers over you and pulled you tight against his chest, stroking your hair. He kissed your head repeatedly and softly whispered sweet things into your ear. Finally, when he couldn't bear it any longer, he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

"Hush now, princess. You don't have anything to worry about. As long as I've got you here in my arms, nothing bad can happen to you, alright? Just relax." He whispered soothingly. And you believed him. You relaxed in his arms as he gently rubbed your back.

"I love you, Ponyboy." You mumbled, your eyes half shut.

"I love you, Y/n." He replied just before you drifted off into the first peaceful sleep you'd had in months.