#greaserimagines

[dior-desire]

johnny cade crushing on a popular soc hcs

“ she smiled and looked at me, i was surprised to see, that a woman like that was really into me. ”

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— the two of you met in class, although he never talked unless the teacher called on him—you thought he was the cutest thing

— being a soc, you would never get the chance to actually have a civil conversation with him without being judged, so you just ended up pushing all those thoughts to the side

— that was until one day, the teacher had asked if you could come back during your lunch hr so that she could ask you something

— once the bell rung and it was time for lunch and you made your way to her class. walking into her class you made eye contact with the one and only johnny cade

— “ i’m glad you here ( your name ), i wanted to ask if you could help johnny here study for the upcoming exam? ”

— johnny cringed and looked away in embarrasment, “ of course ms. jones, when should i start? ”

— that day johnny had came over your house and the two of you only got closer there on

— johnny noticed how you werent like the other socs, you never made fun of someone because of their social class and had a good image amongst both socs and greasers

— the only person who knew that you and johnny had been talking was ponyboy, johnny would reguarly vent to him on how he wanted so badly to confess but he wouldnt want to tarnish your reputation

— as johnny and you spent more time studying together at your house, the tension between you two grew. one day, while going over notes for the upcoming exam, johnny couldn't contain his feelings any longer. he looked into your eyes and confessed how he felt, his voice trembled a bit from nervousness. It was a sweet moment that made your heart skip a beat

— after the confession, you both couldn't help but smile and laugh, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. from that day on, your study sessions turned into moments of shared affection and stolen glances. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship

— once you and johnny got together, ponyboy was so proud that it ended up slipping out to sodapop, and of course it wouldnt take long for the whole gang to find out

— they all bombarded johnny with questions,

“ whered yall meet? ”,

“ you’ve been to her house?! ”

“ have yall done anything yet?? ”,

“ she got a sister?? ”

— everybody was happy for johnny, while dallas on the other hand was a little upset on why he was just finding out johnny had a gf

— soon enough you end up meeting the gang and of course everybody loves you but once again dallas is still iffy

— he wouldn’t want some soc girl to break johnnys heart so he still had his guard up around you

— once dallas got to know you better he seen that your intentions with johnny were pure and even looked at you like a little sister, not by any means would he ever admit it though

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[greaserthings]

For GreaserGirlWrites

You sat watching the late night news. Steve had gone out to spend time with the boys, since he had ever since you moved in together. Usually he was home around one, but this time it was well past three in the morning and your stomaxh churned with nerves. "I'm going to kill him," you murmured to yourself. More often than not, he'd been abusing alcohol, and becoming a violent drunk. He'd never lay a hand on you, but he'd always pick a fight with you. Sure enough, ten minutes after four in the morning he stumbled in; and rolled his eyes when he saw you there. You scoffed, "Where have you been?" You asked, standing up and crossing your arms. He waved his hand towards you, "None of your damn business Sarah." He said and you glared at him, "I'm tired of this Steve!" You exclaimed and he glared at you, "Well I'm tired of this!" He countered, and you rolled your eyes. He had no sense of what was coming out of his mouth. "Glad we're on the same page. I'm leaving." You said, picking up your bag. He rolled his eyes, "You're full of shit, Sarah. You always fucking threaten to leave and you come prancing back! Well guess what! You'd be nowhere without me!" He practically screamed at you. Surprisingly, you held your composure and plucked your car keys from the bowl, walking out to the car and began towards your car. It wasn't until you began backing down the driveway that Steve banged on your window. "Sarah get back inside." "No." "Sarah I swear to god!" "No! Steven you treat me like I'm your old lady! I'm not your bitch! I'm your fiancee and we're supposed to be equals!" He stared at you for a moment before nodding. "Fine. You're right." You knew the alcohol played a part in him admitting you were right but you were satisfied. After all- you win; you get Steve AND you were right. greasergirlwrites

[girlygreaser]

"A Double Date Gone Wrong" - Imagine requested by: Zeigar

Zeigar was brushing her teeth when she heard three familiar voices outside her house. In the middle of rinsing out her mouth, six small pebbles thumped against the window slightly scaring Zeigar. “What the hell?” was all she could manage to speak. She crept over to the window and pulled back the flowery curtain relieved to see her boyfriend, Steve, her best friend, April, and April’s boyfriend Sodapop outside throwing two pebbles at a time at each other and her window. Zeigar rolled her eyes playfully and held up her index finger indicating for them to wait a minute. Steve smirked and gave a slight nod. Zeigar finally finished touching up her make-up and straightening her hair making her way outside. “There she is!” April clapped with a chuckle “Yay!” Steve welcomed her with a big, right hug, “You look awful pretty in that shirt I bought ya” they smiled pecking each other on the lips; Soda and April busy in their own conversation about where they were going for the double date. “We ready?” Soda asked before slipping his hand in Aprils back pocket on her jeans. They all nodded and began walking to the bowling alley. “Hope y’all like to bowl” Soda smiles his crinkly eyed smile, his hand still in April’s back pocket as they got near the alley. “You know me too well, Soda” Steve laughed. “That’s what being best buds is all bout ain’t it?” All four nodded in agreement as they approached the awning under the doors to the alley. “Hey y’all. Z and I are gonna go to the bathroom. You can go ahead and find us a lane” April said with her crinkly nosed smile. “Alright. Y’all want a coke?” Steve asked. Zeigar and April nodded. Soda slipped his hand out of April’s pocket and kisses her gently; Steve also planted a kiss upon Zeigar’s lips. Zeigar and April walked into the bowling alley’s bathrooms and stood in front of the mirrors touching up their make-up, fixing their clothes and hair, washing their hands and putting their rings back on their fingers. “Ready Z?” April asked Zeigar. “Yep. Let’s go.” They walked out of the bathroom and found Steve and Soda at two lanes beside each other as they picked out four different bowling balls; one for each of them. “We’re back” Zeigar and April said at the same time.

*** Soda and Steve clapped hands whooping and hollering. “Good job, buddy!” Soda told Steve as they turned towards April and Zeigar who were already removing their shoes slightly annoyed at how much the boys were celebrating their victory by just one point. “Alright guys. We get it. You won.” Zeigar rolled her eyes. “Aw, c’mon baby!” Steve whined, “Don’t be a sore looser.” he chuckled sliding an arm around her; Zeigar didn’t resist. “I’m sorry” she said never able to stay mad at Steve. “Can we just go now? I’m hungry” April slid her shoes across the counter and crossed her arms over her chest still holding a grudge over the guy’s victory. “Of course we can, baby doll” Soda said wrapping an arm around her shoulder, this time April didn’t slide her arm around his waist, she just stood there under Soda’s arm. “Okay, let’s go.” They all began to walk out the door and down the street as soon as a red mustang drove past them, slowly. April shifted her eyes towards the car and groaned, “Shit. It’s them damn socs again.” quickly she slid her hand into Soda’s back pocket as he did earlier before they left Zeigar’s house. “Just keep cool and ignore them” Steve stated, Zeigar and Soda nodding in agreement. The mustang started to drive in circles around the four greasers making them stand back to back forming a small square. “Steve…” Zeigar wrapped both arms around one of his. “Shhhh..” Steve put a finger to his lips as six semi-large socs piled out of the car. They were very drunk…so drunk Soda, April, Steve Nd Zeigar could smell the liquor from where they were standing. Soda stood in front of April protectively, Steve doing the same with Zeigar. Standing back to back Zeigar and April linked arms ready to do their special lift kick if necessary. “Lookie here…” some socs mumbled, “We got us a couple grease buckets!” The other greasers laughed surrounding the four of them. “C’mon guys. We ain’t lookin for a fight.” Steve tried to step aside a socs but he pushes him back to where he was standing earlier, Steve steadied himself so he didn’t topple into Zeigar. All of a sudden, Soda gave the biggest socs out of them all a good right-hook to the face. April winced as she heard the cracking of bones. After a few seconds all the socs pounced on the four greasers, punching, kicking, splashing liquor in their faces…anything they could do to take control over the four of them. With little experience, April and Zeigar tried their best to fight back from what the guys and their parents showed them incase something like this happened. Slightly wounded, Soda and Steve trudged April and Zeigar, who were cut deeply on the arms and legs, who had bruises everywhere on their body and had swells on their faces, back to the Curtis house where Darry and the rest of the gang immediately stopped what they were doing and jumped up to help Soda and Steve with their cuts while Dally and Two-Bit raced the two girls to the hospital. The girls were takin to the hospital rooms and stripped of their clothes being placed in a itchy hospital gown. Zeigar had a twisted ankle and her lip was busted; she was also covered in bruises and cuts. April found out three of her ribs were broken and she had a black eye; like Zeigar, she had many cuts and bruises. Soda and Steve immediately drove up to the hospital as soon as they were all fixed up. Soda sat beside a sleeping April and took her hand in his, he laid his forehead against the back of her hand, hot tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, baby doll. If you can hear me, listen real good. We gonna get even with those damn socs if its the last thing we do. You gonna be okay, I promise…the doc even says so. I love you, baby doll.” Not giving a damn care, Steve crawled into the hospital bed with Zeigar, gently holding her close to his body. “Hey babe.” He smiled slightly, “The gang, Soda and I are gonna have a rumble with those socs by the time you and April get out of this rat hole.” Zeigar tried to let out a laugh but she ended up coughing violently instead. “Aye. Aye. You okay?” Steve looked at her worried. “Yeah..” Zeigar mumbled changing her mind, “No…” She whimpered curling up against Steve as he protectively held her. After being visited by the gang, especially their boyfriends, many days and nights that week, the two weak girls made it out of the hospital safely.

[dior-desire]

same ol’ love

"  from beginning to end, three hundred sixty five days of the year,  i want your same ole lovin', baby.  "

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confessing to johnny cade scenario.

imagine ..

You and Johnny have that classic "we're just friends" type of love trope. It's clear to everyone but the two of you that there's something more going on. You both fear the possibility of getting hurt or rejected, so you've maintained your status as best friends.

But one day, someone in the gang gets tired of the you two and decides to take matters into their own hands.

"God, Johnny, can't you see that you're both in love with each other?!"

Even after Johnny realizes that the feelings are mutual, he's still nervous about making the first move. So, Dally steps up and takes action. "(your name), you're coming with me and Johnny to the drive-in at 7, no questions asked man."

When you arrive at the drive-in, Dallas is nowhere to be found, leaving you and Johnny feeling lost and confused. You assume Dallas went off to do his own thing, so you decide to get yourself some popcorn and a drink before sitting down. But when you return, Johnny is still sitting there alone.

At first, you're confused as to why Dallas would just leave Johnny by himself. But then a thought hits you, making your heart sink. Dallas was never planning to show up, and it would just be you and Johnny the whole time. This wouldn't have bothered you before, but after Ponyboy told your secret about your feelings for Johnny in front of the whole gang, things have become a bit awkward.

Johnny was never one to openly share his thoughts, so you're left in the dark about whether he feels the same way about you. Ponyboy tries to reassure you, saying that Johnny never stops talking about you when it's just the two of them. But sometimes Ponyboy can be a dumbass, so you're not entirely sure what to believe.

About 15 minutes into the movie, Johnny suggests leaving the drive-in and going to the park. You both walk, feeling the cool night breeze and hearing the distant sound of laughter from nearby greasers enjoying their night.

As you reach the park, you find a cozy spot under a tree. The moonlight casts a soft glow on the surroundings, creating a magical atmosphere. You and Johnny sit down on a bench, looking up at the stars twinkling above.

In that moment, you come to a realization that if you don't come forward and confess first then you and johnny will be " just friends " for the rest of your life, with a nervous smile, you say, "Johnny, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He turns to you, his brown eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, "Yea? what is it ( your name )?"

Taking a deep breath, you quickly confess, "I've realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend, John—"

A surprised but relieved expression spreads across Johnny's face, he knows exactly what you mean and cuts you off before you can say anymore, "I feel the same way ( your name ), man i was waiting to see if you digged me back"

In that moment, it seemed like both of your shyness and fear melted away, replaced by a profound sense of new love and belonging. You both lean in, sharing a kiss under the moons spotlight.

From that night on, the park becomes a special place for both of you, a reminder of the beautiful confession that brought you together.

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[greaserthings]

Imagine For My-Hair-Is-Tuff Part 2

You followed the boys inside, watching as each one would flex their strongest muscle when you'd glance at them. When you sat back down and began to eat, Two-bit caught your eye and winked at you before smirking. "So what the hell what that out there, (Y/N)?" Dallas asked, now joining the group. You shrugged, "You guys flirt with girls around me all the time. Why can't I flirt?" You ask and wstch as they all struggle to come up with a good reason, without being downright sexist. "Well... Uh..." Pony started, and everyone seemed to wait for him to finish his sentence; since he usually came up with the best excuses; "Because you're really pretty and boys can take advantage of you." He said smoothly; and you watched as Steve and Soda rolled their eyes "Well I can take care of myself, but thanks boys." You said, standing up and stretching, watching as they hungrily gulped in your curvy physic. "Anyone feel like walking?" "I will!" Soda volunteered, just as Steve shot up. "Well then let's go." You say, walking out with the two best friends, "So, (Y/N), are you seeing anyone?" Soda asked and you shrugged, "Maybe... Why?" "Oh... You know... Just wondering." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. By the time you reached home the boys were pulling up in their cars. "Hey (Y/N)!" Pony called, walking over to you and putting his arm around your waist, and you blushed,  moving out of his way. "What the hell?" He mumbled, and smiled at Darry, "Hey Dar, how was your day?" "Good good... What's going on here?" He asked, looking at the five frustrated greasers (Johnny didn't participate much). Finally Two-bit caved and groaned loudly, "(Y/N) is being a tease!" He exclaimed loudly and Darry grinned, "Oh she is?" "Yeah!" Soda whined, "She won't let us take her out or anything!" "Well; I suppose that's a good thing." He said before scooping (Y/N) up into his arms and kissing her.

[greaserthings]

For: is-my-hair-tuff

"Hey (y/n)! Let's head down to the Dingo and meet up with Soda and Steve!" Two-bit exclaimed and you laughed, shurgging. 

"Sure, I don't see why not," You said, grabbing your jean jacket and nodding at Ponyboy and Johnny. Pony quickly wrote a note for Darry and the four of you piled into Two-bit's car, heading down to meet the boys. Luckily the two figured that you would all show up eventually and took a booth. Both boys made room for you to sit beside and you easily slid in, before deciding to take an end seat. 

"What's everyone haing?" A greaser girl asked, her make up thick. Every time she chewed her gum she made an obnoxious smack smack smack noise. 

"Six burgers, with fries. Oh, and six Pepsi's." Ponyboy ordered and everyone agreed. You always had the same thing. Half way through waiting for your meal you  stood up and headed outside for a smoke. Usually you didn't smoke but with it being exam time you felt like you could use one. 

"Hey there pretty lady, what are you doing here all by your lonesome?" A male's voice asked. You turned to see a nice looking boy, and you recognized him as one of the Brumley Boy's. 

"Just having a smoke," You provided. He smirked and nodded, leaning against the wall beside you. 

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" 

"Wow,way to get the point." You said winking. He took it as a no and move closer. 

"How about we head inside and I'll get you a burger? Maybe have a little date and some fun?" He asked, his voice deep. However before you could answer you heard, 

"Hands off, pal." You both turned to see the gang standing there, most had their hands in their pockets trying to look cool, Dallas now joining the group. 

"Oh, sorry Winston. Didn't know she ran with you." He said, however he didn't move. You saw anger flare up in all of their eyes, and you wondered if it was because they saw you as their sister or if some had a crush on you. Once the Brumley Boy left, you noticed each boy doing little things to try and impress you. You grinned, and decided, what the hell? Let's have some fun. 

[greaserthings]

Long Dallas Winston Imagine

Imagine you were looking in the mirror at yourself. Your long, lazy curly brown hair left down. The curls look like waves; just the way he loves it. Running your hand through your hair, you smiled. Your makeup is perfect. A little bit of eye makeup and lipstick only a few shades darker than your own lips. Deciding the shirt you were wearing didn’t fit how you wanted it too; you search through your closet, finally deciding on your boyfriends’ plaid shirt along with your own jean jacket. Then, you pick up the picture that was about to change both of your lives. You stare down at the sonogram in your hands, confirming you were four months pregnant.  You stop for a minute and stare at it, rubbing your thumb over it. Knowing your boyfriend was the type to stick around, you weren’t worried. You take a deep breath and look at the clock; it would only be another half hour or so before the party began. You knew from previous experience that there would be few people there; playing pool or drinking before the party.

Grabbing your car keys, you drive to Buck’s to see your boyfriend of a year and a half. You glance down at your hand and smile when your eye catches the ring on your hand that he had given to you when he asked you to be his girl. When you walk in, you’re greeted by Buck and a few other hood’s you’ve come to know. You nod at them; walking upstairs your senses are immediately hit with the stench and sounds of sex. You ignore it and keep walking, turning right at the top of the stairs. You walk two doors down, and stop at his door; it’s closed. You consider that he’s sleeping. Smiling at the thought of how he looks while he’s asleep, you open the door quietly. You open the door only to find a girl with matted blonde hair, straddling your boyfriend, your other half. You freeze, feeling your heart rip to tiny pieces.

The door quietly hits the wall, creating a dull thud noise, causing your boyfriend to look over. The face you have memorized. His blue eyes narrowed with annoyance at first, until he sees you. His eyes go wide, his face wearing a mask of surprise and shock. His eyes go wide as he tries to find something to say.

“(Y/N)… I-I… Please!” He says, pulling the girl off of him and getting up. You see the blonde hair girl turn to look at you, and you recognize her as Sylvia. Your stomach churns as you stand there. You drop the photo and you’ve somehow managed to get the ring off your finger without thinking about it.

“(Y/N) please!” He tries again, but it’s too late. You’ve already left.

You run down the stairs and out to your car. You sit in the front crying; wondering how everything will work out. You’ll be a single mother for sure. You put both of your hands on the steering wheel as you take deep breaths, trying to calm down before you drive home. You start the car and begin to drive away. Quickly, you glance in the rear-view mirror and see Dallas standing there wearing jeans. His blonde, greasy hair everywhere, tears running out of his bright blue eyes.

Three years after that, you crawl onto your bed after a hard day’s work. There was nothing more that you wanted to do than to curl up in bed and sleep. Tiredly, you get back up and trudge down the small hallway and you smile as you walk into the second bedroom on the left. You see your pride and joy, sleeping. His short, wavy hair in different angles and his face looking like an angel.

“Goodnight baby boy,” You whisper. You walk back to your room and you’re so tired you barely manage to undress yourself. You sit on the edge of your bed, and although your body is craving sleep, your mind is in no such place. After a long thought process, you decide to take a look at the bills and get them paid before they shut off your water again. Then, you pull on a robe and walk down the stairs into the kitchen. There, at the small table is a small stack of envelopes. Fan mail, you called them. You look at every bill carefully, as well as your paycheck. You try your best to stretch every dollar as far as it can go. You split your small amount between food, bills, rent, and pocket money. You lean back after half an hour and rub your face tiredly. You jump when two large arms fasten themselves around your waist.

“Shh…” You hear. “Relax darling, it’s only me.”’ At the sound of the soft voice, you lean backwards into his embrace. Cameron, your boyfriend of two years, kisses your ear sweetly.

“Sorry,” You say softly, and he chuckles.

“Don’t be (Y/N),” He says, picking you up. He can sense that you’re beyond exhausted as he carries you back to bed. Almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, your body shuts off and you fall asleep.

Little footsteps awake you later; you’ve always been a light sleeper. You wake up to see your son reaching out to touch your cheek.

“Mommy?” He asks quietly in the dark. You sigh and move a bit, trying to wake up, even if just a little.

“Yes Tucker?” You ask your son, your voice thick with sleep.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” He asks, and you lift your blankets up, and he carefully crawls into your embrace, and as soon as he’s safe in your arms you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to a cold bed and the smell of bacon wafting into the room. You smile and rub the sleep out of your eyes as you slowly stand, pulling on your robe from last night. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Cameron cooking at the stove.

“Good morning darling,” He says, and you nod.

“Good morning Cam,” You say. You can’t help but feel… unsatisfied around him lately. He’s been staying late at work, and going into the office during hours of the night. You knew he was cheating on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it though. You couldn’t put yourself through that pain again.

“Tucker is eating in the dining room.” He says, and you nod. You smile at him when he hands you a plate. The three of you eat in silence until the phone rings. You look at Cam as he answers. You listen to his half of the conversation; he has to go into the office again.

“I have to go into the office,” He says, confirming your findings. He picks up his plate and brings it into the kitchen, throwing out the food that you work your ass of for. He walks upstairs and takes a long, smoking hot shower. You sigh, trying to not let it bug you.

“Mommy!” Tucker says grinning, and you look over to find he has ketchup all over his face. You laugh lightly and get up, rubbing it all off. You do the dishes while he’s in the shower, and even though it would anger him, he would never let you know that.

He walks down in a suit carrying a brief case. You walk upstairs and get dressed; knowing the men to fix your roof would be here any minute. Walking back down, the doorbell rings. You pick up Tucker and follow Cameron outside as he talks to the roofers.

“I’ll be home around two alright?” He says in front of the roofers. You nod,

“I’ll be grocery shopping with Tucker,” You say. It’s what you did every weekend. You saw a flash of something in Cameron’s eyes, and he kissed you.

“I love you (y/n).” He says. With that, he’s gone. You turn to see tow familiar faces staring at you. You smile at Darry Curtis. He grins in return, and he walks over giving you one of his famous bear hugs. You hug back and the two of you catch up while the other boys set up. After a while, Darry goes and begins working, as the boy you hadn’t seen in three and a half years walks over.

“(Y/N)…” He says quietly, at a loss for words as he stares at both you and Tucker.

“Dally,” You say back. After staying quiet for a few moments, you decide to go against everything you have thought was right. “Can we talk?” You ask, and he looks at you, his eyes full of happiness.

“Let me go and ask.” He says, and walks away. He comes back and nods. You walk inside and talk for hours; about nothing and everything like you used to. You’re still there when Cameron comes home, wearing lipstick everywhere. Instead of having to say anything, Dallas does it for you. And for once, you feel respected.

Today, as you stare into his eyes, you realize that you made the right choice three years ago. You can vaguely hear the priest talking, as you both stand hand in hand before the alter. After his final words, you hear the words,

“You may now kiss the bride.” You grin as Dallas lifts up your veil, and leans in. 

[greaserthings]

Camping Preference~ For Anon.

Darry: “Well (Y/n) you could uh… Just sleep in my tent.” Darry said and you agreed. When everyone went to bed, Darry and you just decided to stay tucked in the sleeping bag you were sharing and just talk since you haven’t had the chance between your work schedules.

Sodapop: You and Soda had been planning this camping trip for almost two months. You would be going up to some property in Canada to celebrate your engagement and camping out in Alberta was the best idea that became an option to you. You were excited to see the Aurora Borealis and so was Soda. You celebrated the whole night the first night you were there.

Ponyboy: You went camping with Pony and his brothers when you were both about seventeen. It was your guys’ six month anniversary and much to your surprise Darry had agreed to let the two of you stay in the same tent. However since it was a tent and you were both outdoors there was nothing that you said that wouldn’t be heard by Darry and Soda. But you and Pony did do a little something to sort of prove your love to eachother when everyone else was asleep.

Dallas: When you went camping with Dallas and his friends, you didn’t pack your own tent. You decided to share with Johnny and Pony. Once it was bed time, you were headed to the tent that they had until Dallas pulled you back to him by the waist. “Where are you going babe? You’re sharing with me.” He pulled you into his tent and kissed you, and didn’t stop the whole night.

Johnny: “Hey (Y/n), I was wondering if you wanted to come on a camping trip with The guys and me?” He asked you one day on your guys’ anniversary. You agreed in a heart beat, you thought it was a great idea. The night before the trip you called Johnny, “Hey! I was wondering if I needed to bring my own tent?” You heard him chuckle slightly, “No, I thought maybe we could share… Cause uh… Tents aren’t very cheap and neither are good sleeping bags.” “Okay! Well I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Steve: You two had a major fight on your way camping and he almost turned the car around. You threw your bag and his bag on the ground from the trunk and walks over to the lake. Steve cursed the whole time he set up the tent before it was night. You were in the tent reading while Steve was at the fire. “Steve?” You called softly before he crawled in the tent and laid beside you. “I love you.” He whispered softly.

Two-bit: The whole day he bugged you to sleep with him in his tent. You didn’t want to for the fact that you knew what he would want to be doing. But by the end of the day you and everyone else that was around the camp site was sick of him asking you over and over again, so for the sake of everyone else you agreed, and you were right with the assumptions you had earlier, not that you’d complain.

[greaserthings]

For Tango2 ~Darry During your first pregnancy.

Month 1 ‘Well my little angel, you’re just one month old now. Today I’ll be telling your daddy about you, even though he already suspects it. I thought I should keep this journal for you so you could read the journey of you coming to join your daddy and I into this world. Mommy loves you so much sweetheart.’

During the first month it was a little hard with Darry and trying to convince him this was the right thing to do. A baby wasn’t something to be taken lightly. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be a father in just eight months time, while he was still a guardian for his youngest brother.

Month 2 ‘Well sweetheart, your daddy and I are excited because today is the day we get to hear your heart beat for the first time. When I told your daddy one month ago today he was exstatic about you. I had meet seen him that happy. Only seven more months now angel.’

During the second month you and Darry arranged to find a bigger and nicer house. He was pushing for one closer to the middle class because he didn’t want to raise his son or daughter in the same neighbourhood he grew up in, although he knew the outcome would be inevitable. You knew in your heart you wouldn’t be able to afford another house; not for a long time. Instead you settled in on living with Darry and his brothers.

Month 3 ‘Sometimes at night I can feel you in there. Daddy doesn’t believe me but I can. I know you’re in there angel and I’m so blessed that your coming. I can’t wait another six months. Mommy loves you baby.’

You and Darry had been throwing names back and forth to eachother just randomly, you both thought that you should decide on a name early. You were hoping for a girl, an Darry naturally wanted a boy. Now that you started buying things Darry wasn’t around as much since he was trying to put more hours in at work.

Month 4  ‘You kicked for the first time today my little one. Daddy and I are just so excited to see if the doctor can determine what gender you are. I think your daddy really hopes your a boy. I have a feeling I know which gender you are.’

Finally you could start to see the baby start to form. Darry was on your right, squeezing your hand tightly. You prepaired for the cold gel, and when the doctor did the ultra sound, he smiled. The baby was in the right spot to tell the gender today.

Month 5 ‘The morning sickness started, and so have the cravings. All you want are spicy chicken wings and Chinese little one. It’s begining to get over whelming with all of the food I eat in a day. Your starting to show now. All of your uncles have bets on your gender since we won’t tell them what you are. Your daddy and I are so happy that we found out. Your nursey is starting to look gorgeous. Keep growing little one, we can’t wait for you.’

Darry and you decided to do neutral colors in the room so you wouldn’t spoil the gender for the gang. Your parents were also frustrated that you refused to tell them the gender, but they were excited. Every night Darry would kiss your stomach for ten minutes, whispering little words and little stories to your bump. He was just as excited, maybe even more excited, than you. He had gotten a raise at work and you two were able to spend more time together.

Month 6 ‘Now you’re getting active baby. Every time you hear daddy’s voice or mine you love to jump around in there. During the night you love to toss and turn. The cravings have only gotten worse, now it’s more junk food and greasey pizza, that the doctor says isn’t good. But it’s so hard to eat anything else. We love you baby. Only three more months’

You and Darry had your first major fight. He was starting to get frustrated with the extra money you had to spend on food, on top of the beginning of the school year for Pony. He yelled and you yelled back for what seemed like hours until your voice was raw and your throat hurt. Darry ended up sleeping on the couch. You felt terrible because he was right. You were spending at least one hundred dollars a week in extra fast food. You’d have to start cooking your own or ignore your cravings.

Month 7 ‘We went for pregnancy pictures today baby. It was your Nana’s idea, and they turned out perfectly. We’re giving them out to all of the friends. Daddy and I are also considering who to choose as your god father, and it’s a close call between both of Daddy’s brothers. Two more months baby. Take your time getting here, we want you healthy.’

It took almost two weeks to get everything back to normal after the fight. The nursery was complete and Darry was taking the next six months off work with pay so he would be home for you and the baby. Work gave him an extended period since your pregnancy was deemed risky at your latest appointment. Darry was wonderful and attentive to your every need during your pregnancy.

Month 8 ‘Only one more month before you’re here honey. Your daddy and I are a little worried, the doctors told us that this is a risky pregnancy… But we’re taking every precaution. I’m on bed rest and daddy has been treating me like a princess. Stay healthy in there baby. We can’t loose you.’

Only one more month to go and for the most part Darry was serving on you. He would lay with you in bed for hours at a time and just hold you close, so thankful that you and his baby were both healthy.

Month 9 ‘Well my little angel, you came two weeks earlier than the doctor thought. You were born on Friday December 25th at 12:01. You’re our Christmas baby, and we’re so glad you’re here with us. It’s the best present we could have asked for.’

Darrel James Curtis was your first born son, carrying on the tradition of the first son being named Darry. He was perfect, and his eyes stayed a lovely shade of dark blue. His hair seemed to be curly and dark brown. He looked so much like Darry it was unbelievable. During the day Darry would help you clean and feed DJ, and in the night you and Darry rotated nights to stay up with him. You were so happy that you had this journey with Darry, as he was there for you every step of the way.

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Ponyboy Imagine for faithmichaela

You were the type of girl that liked to let loose everyonce in a while. A party at bucks maybe once a month was the worst you’ve ever done. Your boyfriend of six months, Ponyboy Curtis, wasn’t allowed to go to parties at Bucks. Since your older brother took you and didn’t drink, your parents were okay with it. When you first met Pony, he wasn’t your type. All you knew of Pony was that he was in the library a lot and he was a greaser. You weren’t really into “nerds” as your friends classified him. Until one day he sat beside you in maths, and you heard him talking to his friend in front of you about track season. Since he would be sitting beside you for the rest of the semester, you two started talking.

You both clicked almost right away surprisingly. After knowing him for two months he asked you out and you gladly said yes and had your first kiss in the rain. It couldn’t have been anymore perfect. Your relationship couldn’t be anymore perfect. Or so you thought.

Your best friend came up to you the day after Buck’s party; she hadn’t gone. She went with her boyfriend to a party that a super soc named Adam was throwing. “You’re not going to believe this. Please don’t get mad I told you.” She said. You nodded, you trusted her with your life. “I saw Ponyboy there last night… And he went upstairs with Cherry and they didn’t come back down.” You stayed quiet for a few minutes before looking at her, “he’s… He’s cheating on me?” She nodded slowly and hugged you.

The next day was a Monday and you called Pony and asked him I get your homework. However, during your free period (which Pony and Cherry shared) you went to school to see what Pony would be doing. You walked around the school for a bit before finding him in the basement stairway, making out with Cherry. For a few moments you stood there in shock before Cherry saw you once Pony had her hand up her skirt. “Oh my god!” She said, pushing Pony away. He turned and saw you, and he noticed the tears streaming down your face.

"We’re done, you pig. Have fun with that fucking soc you have no chance with."

And you left. You walked away and didn’t look back, sobbing. You couldn’t believe he would do that to you.

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Halloween Party- An Outsiders Imagine

You got dressed for a Halloween party your brother and his gang were going too. He invited you along since the party would have quite a few single guys around. It would be your brothers gang, Tim Sheppard's outfit and Dallas Winston's outfit. You decided you were going to be a cowgirl in a cute short lace dress that was strapless and showed your chest off well. You had a pair of recently new cowgirl boots and your dad agreed to let you borrow his hat. 

The party was taking place at a factory a little while outside of town so that the cops wouldn't be called for a noise complaint. You picked your best friend up on the way down; she was Robin Hood. When they both of you walked in, you were almost attacked with the loud, overwhelming music and strobe lights. You grabbed her hand and dragged her to a quieter spot and realized it was the room where the food and alcohol were. You admitted to your friend that you were surprise to see appetizing food here. You ate some food for a while, talking to different guys that turned out to be so lame. 

"Hey (y/n)! Your brother called, walking in. Since you and your best friend were both over eighteen, he didn't mind serving you both some alcohol. He mixed you drinks, coke and some sort of coconut flavored alcohol. It tasted pretty good. 

"Let's go dance! Maybe that's where we'll find all the hot guys!" Your best friend said to you over the loud music. You nod and follower her through some of the hallways until you make your way back to the large dance floor. Both of you start dancing loosely since you're a bit tipsy, and after a few songs you see two boys that are looking at you and Brittany from across the floor. You start dancing again, shaking your hips. You motion to the boys with your head and your best friend notices. It isn't long before two beautiful boys walk over to you. 

"Hey babe, can I dance with you?" The one with the black hair asked your best friend. She winked and nodding, dancing with him awfully close. You knew right away she was close to drunk. The other boy looked at you, and you realized who the two were. The two boys almost every girl is after, Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle. Sodapop smiled at you at wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Wanna get away from all of this music?" He asked and you nodded, and he lead you down a hall into another room that had some decorations and what looked like shot glasses and some booze. You sat beside Soda and your best friend sat best Steve. The four of you had shots all night and you woke up the next morning in Soda'a arms in your bed, naked. 

You realize then, you remember everything from last night. Including the actions performed by the two of you early in the morning. 

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The Outsiders Preference- He Finds Out You Self Harm and Are Anorexic

Johnny: He walks into your house as a surprise, quietly walking into your room. You weren't there, but your journal was open on the desk. He glanced over his shoulder and went over to read what was written. I can't take it anymore. Every day I think about the ways I could end my life. I have the pills, I have my razor, and I know where Dad's gun is. I can't do this anymore. I'm fat and worthless and I can't even eat. You walked in and saw him reading it. "Johnny!" You exclaim, running to grab your book. However he grabs it first. You see tears in his eyes as he looks at you, noticing for the first time how skinny you really are. He hugs you tightly, "Please, (y/n), please don't do it. I can't live without you... I love you (y/n) and I want to help you... Please. You can't leave me. I'll help you... I love you. Please." You break into tears at the sight of your boyfriend panicking and nod, just wanting to be im his embrace so he could tell you everything will be okay.

Dallas: "What the hell?" He exclaims, pulling away from you. You blush, knowing that he felt the scars up and down your arm while you were making out. He takes your arm, rather roughly, and extends it. He looks to see all of the little lines that go across the sides of your arms. "(Y/n) What the hell is this?! Do you cut yourself?" He asks and you look away, not wanting to admit the truth. He hugs you to him tightly. "Please stop it, (Y/n), you have no reason to hurt yourself. We're already working on your anorexia, you can't continue to self harm." He says sternly, and you nod.

Sodapop: "(Y/n)? Are you not hungry?" Soda asks for the second time that night. He took you out for a nice dinner for your anniversary, and as much as you wanted to eat, you couldn't bring yourself to actually eat. So, you just shake your head. "I forgot we were coming and I ate before you picked me up." You lie smoothly, but Sodapop shakes his head. He eats the rest of his food in silence, and orders your fod to be put in a box so you could eat it later. He walks out to his truck with you, driving to a field and he gets out, taking your hand and leads you to the tail gate and he lays next to you in the back. "(Y/n), your mom told me about your suicidal thoughts. She told me about your anorexia... And I just... I want you to get better. We'll work through this together." "Really?" You ask him, and he nods. "Yes, now start with eating this whole dinner. Then I'm going to make sure you dont try to throw it up." As much as you hated being treated like a little kid, you nodded. 

Darry: You heard him walk in from work that night, you were home alone. Both his brothers left for the movies and some party. You sat in the bedroom, in shorts and a sports bra. You could see all of your ribs and your vertabrates, but you didn't care. Darry already knew about you being anorexic and he's helping you get through it. In your palm was a handful of pills. You were convinced that you were going to take your own life and had already taken a big gulp of water and was reaching to dump the pills in your mouth when Darry walked in. He ran towards you and slapped your hand so that the pills went flying. "HOW COULD YOU?!" He yelled at you and you swallowed the water, starting to cry. He pulled you into his embrace, "Dont you ever do that again."

Steve: He walked away from you, shaking his head. "I can't deal with this shit (Y/n)!" He yelled, and you sobbed, clutching your stomach. Your arms had blood pouring down them from where you slit your wrists deeply and in a vertical line. He left and you sat in the bathroom for what felt like hours until blood loss finally took over and you passed out. When you woke up you felt someone gripping your hand tightly, thinking it was weird since you had no family. You saw Steve and noticed his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. "S-Steve?" You say quietly, and he kisses you. "I love you. Don't you do that. Ever again. Or I'm coming right behind you." He promises. 

Ponyboy: "Wow, wasn't that self harm assembly sad? I can't understand why someone would want to do that to themselves..." He mumbles to himself and you subconsciously start rubbing your arms, not answering him. Later in the day you're called down to the office, and you walk into a small room and see Pony and your parents sitting there along with your guidance counselor. They all look at you, and you look at POny with betrayed eyes, and he looks up at you. "I just want what's best for you, (y/n)... And self harm isn't good for you." You sit beside him and tell your parents everything, and your guidance counselor writes it down and gives you some pamphlets after. You hug Pony, whispering a quiet thank you, and he kisses your head. 

Two-bit: He walks into your house one day, waving at your parents. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, where is (y/n)?" They look up at you with shocked faces. "She... She didn't tell you?" Your mother says quietly. Two-bit's smile starts to fade, "Tell me what?" Her parents look at eachother and sigh. "She goes to counselling twice a week... She's getting help to prevent suicidal thoughts." Your father tells him quietly. When you reach your bus stop, you see Two-bit standing there with a  bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolates and a huge teddy bear on the ground next to him. You get off the bus and he grins at you, kissing you. "I know what's going on, and I love you. We'll get through this together. You, me, and Teddy over there." 

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Johnny Imagine (For Mylesmis)

"Mary Beth!" Johnny yelled through the hallway. You look up at him from your group of friends and smile at him. 

"Hi Johnny!" You call back, running to hug him. You could tell he was grinning when he pulled you into his arms. He was back at school finally after being suspended for two weeks with his friends Two-bit and Steve. You knew his friends, but weren't very close with them. Except for Ponyboy; that's how you met Johnny. You were a high middle class girl which resulted in you having soc friends. 

Having soc friends didn't stop Ponyboy from becoming friends with you, and it didn't stop Johnny from dating you. He kisses you quickly and you could hear your friends whispering in the background.

"Mary Beth," Johnny said quietly as he pulled away, a small smile playing on his lips, along with some left over lip gloss from your kiss, "I missed you so much." You smile,

"I missed you more Johnny. It was so hard to concentrate without you here." You say into his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. "My parents want to meet you..." You say quietly, trailing off. 

"Alright, just tell me when dollface." He said, and you blushed.

"They wanted to meet you tonight." You tell him and he shrugs. 

"Give me a time and an address and I'll be there darling." 

"Really?" You ask, not able to believe that Johnny is ready to meet your parents (who have high standards of their daughters boyfriend.) He only nods,

"Yes Mary Beth, I love you. And I want to meet your parents so they know how much I love you as well."

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Ponyboy Imagine

Ponyboy stared at the back of your head in math class. He watches as you furiously work on a question, trying to figure out what the hell you're doing. You're lost, completely. As is the whole math class; except for those few genius people. So, the teacher puts everyone in groups to study for the test on Wednesday. You looked at the board as the teacher wrote on it, and saw that you were the last group with only two people. You and Ponyboy. You gather your stuff and move to sit beside him, these will be the new seats everyone will have for the rest of the semester. You could smell him from where you were sitting (which was a reasonable distance away), cigarettes and chocolate. He smiles at you, and you smile back. "What question were you stuck on?" He asks, and you smile. "How about which question wasn't I stuck on?" He chuckles and you grin, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the deep sound. He helps you patiently with all the questions that made no sense. At the end of class, he offers to tutor you. You agree quickly; an excuse to spend time with him. He begins helping you during lunch period and study hall, and eventually the "studying" began outside of school too. Both of you couldn't deny that you were becoming close friends. What you didn't know however, was that every time you were with Ponyboy, making him laugh, smile, and even just sit there in someone's company, you were helping to patch up the hole in his heart at the loss of his two best friends. Little did you know, that one day, you'd replace his two best friends, cherishing the memory of two brave and gallant boys you never knew, only heard stories about. 

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Joey

You sit in your bedroom, for the second week in a row. Your husband, Johnny Cade, was frustrated with you. All you wanted was your child back. Two weeks ago, your little boy was pronounced dead in your womb. You blamed yourself, naturally. He's tried everything to get you back to you, but it wasn't working. You knew he was close to leaving you, and you couldn't face it. You got fired, and your world was falling apart. The door opens, and you hear him come in from work. You keep your eyes closed as your bedroom door opens, and when footsteps walk over to your side. Then, something wet smears itself over your face again and again. You can't help but smile, "Johnny?" You ask, thinking he was licking your face. "Yes?" He asks. You can almost hear the grin in his voice. You open your eyes, and in your husbands arms was a small puppy. Tears fill your eyes, only these are happy tears. "W-what...?" You ask. He smiles, "Well... I read somewhere that dogs are like children... And I know it won't replace our little boy... But it can represent him you know? I love you honey... And we'll have a baby when the times right. But for now, he'll be our baby. Okay?" You nod, and sob happily. This is why you loved him. "What kind is he?" You ask, and Johnny smiles. "He's a Newfoundland," He says, "Just like you've always wanted." You take the black and white fluffy puppy and hug him close. "Joey?" You ask. Johnny nods, it was the name you had picked for your little boy. 

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Johnny Cade Imagine

You sit in your bedroom, for the second week in a row. Your husband, Johnny Cade, was frustrated with you. All you wanted was your child back. Two weeks ago, your little boy was pronounced dead in your womb. You blamed yourself, naturally. He's tried everything to get you back to you, but it wasn't working. You knew he was close to leaving you, and you couldn't face it. You got fired, and your world was falling apart. The door opens, and you hear him come in from work. You keep your eyes closed as your bedroom door opens, and when footsteps walk over to your side. Then, something wet smears itself over your face again and again. You can't help but smile, "Johnny?" You ask, thinking he was licking your face. "Yes?" He asks. You can almost hear the grin in his voice. You open your eyes, and in your husbands arms was a small puppy. Tears fill your eyes, only these are happy tears. "W-what...?" You ask. He smiles, "Well... I read somewhere that dogs are like children... And I know it won't replace our little boy... But it can represent him you know? I love you honey... And we'll have a baby when the times right. But for now, he'll be our baby. Okay?" You nod, and sob happily. This is why you loved him. "What kind is he?" You ask, and Johnny smiles. "He's a Newfoundland," He says, "Just like you've always wanted." You take the black and white fluffy puppy and hug him close. "Joey?" You ask. Johnny nods, it was the name you had picked for your little boy.