The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Preference/Imagine: When you have nightmares

Ponyboy: It didn't really happen often. You usually had quite peaceful and happy, if not strange, dreams. And when you did have a nightmare, it was always something stupid. Nevertheless, it would wake you up, which would wake Ponyboy up.

   "Y/n?" He'd ask you groggily.

   "Hm?" You'd reply.

   "What's wrong, baby?" He'd ask, propping himself up on his elbows.

   "Just a bad dream." You'd assure him, shaking your head. He'd lay back down and pull you into his chest.

   "Wanna talk about it?" He'd ask quietly.

After that you'd tell him what it was about, or answer, "I forgot."

Two-Bit: Typically you'd have nightmares at least 3 times a week. And they were usually about the same thing; you were being chased by some horrible creature and suddenly, you were trapped.

   Though at first Two-Bit didn't think much of it, he eventually started to get worried, and forced you to see a doctor. The doctor had told you it was probably stress eating away at you, and that the best way to get rid of them was to work less and try to goof around more. Two-Bit seemed happy enough with this answer, and immediately set to work on getting you to relax.

   After a while, the dreams stopped. You (and Two) could finally sleep through the night. However, every once in a while, the dreams would come back. When they did, Two would pull you into his arms and start cracking jokes, stopping occasionally to plant kisses on your neck or the top of your head and ask if you were alright.

Steve: Steve usually stayed up late, so he knew you were having a nightmare before you did. He knew the signs. Your fists would clench, you'd move around, your eyebrows would furrow, and eventually you'd let out a cry. However, he usually didn't let it get that far.

   At the first sight of a clenched fist, he'd sit up and lay your head in his lap, gently stroking your hair.

   "Don't worry doll, I gotcha." He'd say quietly. Slowly, your fists would unclench. He'd move you back over and lay back down, then pull you close and kiss your head.

Dally: Dally wasn't big on affection, at least not usually. But there was always something about that quiet cry in the middle of the night that woke him with a feeling of panic and worry.

   Though he'd never really show it, he cared an awful lot about you, and you knew it. Especially when he'd wake you from your nightmares and pull you onto his lap as you began to cry. He'd hold you tight and rock you gently as he rubbed your back, trying to soothe you, all the while grumbling about how tired he was. You knew he didn't mind though. And even though the nightmares were awful, you had to admit, the cuddles and affection you got afterward were more than worth it.

Sodapop: Usually you'd wake up first, sitting bolt upright in bed and crying. Due to some deep shit you'd gotten caught up in in the past, your nightmares were vivid and almost always ended up with someone getting killed. One particular night, the someone who got killed was Soda, and you woke up half-choking on your tears.

   The loud cries had woken him, and he immediately sat up and pulled you into his arms, kissing your head.

   "Shh, darlin. You're alright. I gotcha. I'm right here." He'd whispered over and over again. After a while, he finally pleaded, "Princess, you're gonna make yourself sick with all this cryin. Please stop." You could tell he was close to tears himself, so you cut back the sobs into strangled hiccups as you clutched at his shirt and buried your face in his chest. He sighed and kissed your head as he rubbed your back.

   "I'm sorry S-Soda." You sniffled.

   "No, darlin, don't be sorry. It ain't your fault. I just don't like to see you so upset. I love ya, darlin. I love ya an awful lot." He whispered, lifting your chin and kissing  you softly.

Darry: You didn't have nightmares when you were with Darry. Plain and simple. You knew that once you laid down in his arms, nothing could hurt you. He was Superman. He practically breathed to protect you. Whether it was the heat of day or the dead of night, you knew he'd be watching out for you.

Johnny: He knew what it was like. He knew how it felt to wake up in the middle of the night, scared for your life. Which meant he also knew how to help. When you had nightmares, he'd light a candle and hold you close, playing with your hair and talking to you softly. You loved him for this. And in the morning, you'd be sure to let him know just how much.