I have before, I would prefer not to just because I have friends who self harm and it really strikes a chord
Johnny Cade (Part Two)
For An Anon… And Me:
He took my hand but it felt different now, I mean, he kissed me how could it not make my hands tingle with excitement… or maybe nerves. We walked down the street in the cool night, turning into the lot and sitting on the old couch. Our hands stayed tangled together as we sat there and I just stared down at them. ”What’s up, you’re bein’ quiet.”
"So, you’re never quiet. Tell me."
"I’m still freaked out, I mean, I don’t know exactly what happened but-" he cut me off, kissing me. "You can’t keep doing that!" I shouted, taking my hand from his. "You can’t kiss me and expect it to be better because it won’t be! Johnny I just cleaned blood off of you, blood that your dad caused! And what is this whole kissing thing? When did you decide to just start doing that?"
"Would ya stop shouting’ at me?" he stood up too.
"I’m sorry I’m just… Scared and mad and excited and sad and you’re still bleeding my God." I said and I sat on the arm of the couch. He sat on the cushion closest to me and looked up, waiting for me to clean him up again.
I took the bottom of my shirt and ripped it, taking the small piece and pressing it against the corner of his mouth where blood had just started to trickle down. ”I wanted to kiss you for a while, I just took the opportunity.” he said and I smiled lightly.
"Sorry I snapped at ya."
"It’s fine." his voice muffled because of the shirt so I laughed. He smiled lightly and looked at me with those big eyes.
"So, how long is a while?" I asked.
"When we were walking the day we met."
"Why didn’t you?" I took the towel away and waited for his answer and for more blood.
"I didn’t think you wanted me to." he laughed and leaned back on the couch.
I just laughed and stood up moving to the side and climbing to lay next to him, “I really wanted you to.” I laughed and kissed him.
Of course, it’s up now! I think I’m gonna make another too :)
For An Anon:
I’ve never seen a kicked puppy until I met Johnny Cade. His big eyes, dark hair, tan skin and the way he jumps at any sound, he breaks my heart. ”Remember how we met John?” I asked from the floor of his house.
"Dally was bothering you." he smiled down at me from the couch he was sitting on.
"You walked up and made him leave me alone. You walked around with me after that and bam instant friendship.” I smiled. He nodded his head, “Do you think we’d be friends if you hadn’t walked with me that night?”
"I think we would eventually be friends." he laughed and there was a knock on the door - more like three slams. "That’s my dad." he said, shooting out of his seat and helping me up, "Go… hide in my closet!" he whispered so I ran through the house and into his room, opening and closing the door to his small closet behind me.
I couldn’t hear much, just soft talking and angered yells but I couldn’t really hear specific words and then there was a slam. Another one came after that and then it was real quiet, more shouting, quiet, slam, shouting, slam. I don’t know how long I was sitting there for, after the last slam it got really quiet and it stayed like that for a while, it felt like forever when Johnny came and got me. ”You okay?” he asked as he pulled me through the house.
"Me?" he shushed me after I shouted so I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Johnny look at you!"
"I’m fine." he said and then he put one finger to his lips as we passed his father passed out on the couch. I stayed, I want to kill that bastard but instead I let Johnny pull me through the front door and quietly close it. "C’mon." he grabbed my shaking hand and started to pull me down the street.
"Where are we going?"
"The lot." he said.
"No, you need to go to the hospital or something!"
"Let’s at least go to Pony’s!" I said and he stopped. "Okay?" he nodded and now I’m dragging him the other way. "I’m stealing your bathroom." I said as I walked in and they understood when they saw Johnny. I took a small towel and got the corner wet and sat on the counter with him standing between my legs so I could clean him up a little. He’s now just shorter than me. ”You never told me.” I said as I cleaned blood from his lips.
"Thought you knew."
"That’s not what I mean Johnny and you know that." I said and he looked away but my hand is under his chin so I forced him to look at me, continuing to clean his face up. "You never told me it was so bad." I looked him in the eye and he looked away. "Don’t do that to me Johnnycake, don’t shut me out."
"What was I supposed to say Morgan? ’My old man’s beating on me and it really hurts?’"
"No, you’re supposed to say you can’t take it anymore! Johnny any of us would take you in. You don’t deserve this!" I said, tears coming to my eyes.
"Don’t cry." he put his hands on my thighs, my guess is he’s trying to be soothing.
"It was so scary." I cried and he pulled me into a hug but flinched a little. "And you had to go through it oh my God." I started crying harder and he pulled me down so I’m standing in front of him. My hands pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around my shoulders and he let me cry for a minute.
"It’s okay." he said and I looked up at him.
"Don’t go back. Please just… don’t go back." I moved away and he nodded, looking directly in my eyes. Then he kissed me. Slowly, sweetly, gently and I kissed him back. "Please don’t." I said again.
"I won’t. Not now at least." he said, earning a glare from me. "Come on. Lets go to the lot."
Done! Hope you like it!
Move In (A Sodapop Imagine)
For An Anon:
My face stings, the backs of my legs hurt but hell I’m used to it - in fact that was the easiest night I’ve had in a while but still I’m practically crawling to my room. Using the wall to help me I stood up clutching my stomach to turn on the light in my room only to reveal the one and only. Sodapop.
"Hey doll face you -" he stopped, staring at me as I tried to compose myself. "What happened to you? It looks like a train hit ya." he stood up from my bed and helped me so I could sit down but that made it worse almost. He immediately stood me back up, holding my shoulders and waiting for an answer.
"What’re you doin’ here Soda?" I asked.
"I told you I was com in’ over. No one answered the door so I snuck through your window now what’s wrong with you?" his eyebrows furrowed together and waited again.
"Who’s in there with you?" I heard my dad scream and I jumped.
"Run, go!" I hobbled to the window and shooed him out.
"(Y/N)!" he was pounding on the door and I wondered how the thin board didn’t snap.
"Go!" I whispered again.
"Come with me!" he whispered back and I nodded.
"(Y/N)!" He screamed and I flinched as I jumped onto the grass only a few feet down. I stumbled but he helped me up, putting me on his back and running down the street until we were far away.
"What was that?" he asked but I just shook my head. "(Y/N), what was that?" he asked again but louder.
"I don’t wanna talk about it!" I said, "I just… I just don’t wanna at all." I said and he just stared at me wide eyed. Shaking his head he turned away and we walked silently to his house.
"Now tell me," he said after we got past his brothers and friends and into his room.
"My dad was mad, that’s all." I shrugged.
"Why can you not stand?" he said and I couldn’t answer him. Instead I just laid back on the bed and he got really quiet. "Is that a bruise? And a cut?" he got really quiet as my eyes got really big and I tried to cover myself. "Did he hit you?"
"Yes, okay? My parents abuse me, my mom wasn’t home but my dad was and he was drunk." I said. "There, you happy?"
"No I’m not happy." he said and then "Hold on." and he was gone. I laid back down and tried to relax for a minute and then the door flew back open. "You’re not going back."
"Well, yeah, not tonight." I replied.
"No," he said and grabbed my hands. "I just talked to Darry, I told him basics and you’re staying here."
"I can’t stay here." I said.
"Yes you can," he said. "Stay." he said and i couldn’t help it, I started crying. "It’s okay." he whispered, pushing my hair away from my face. "It’s okay."