Preference #24: You're insecure (Part 1).

  • A/N, please read!: *I'm not too sure if this would be triggering to some, because I'm not necessarily writing about the moment you self-harm. But, just in case, there will be a trigger warning for this preference. And anyway, I'm not too proud of this one, but at least I'm finishing it! xo - Sophie*
  • Dally: You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You weren't the greaser girl that everybody thought Dally would end up with sooner or later just for a one-time fling. But that's what bothered you; you didn't know if Dallas was just using you for his gain, or if he even considered being serious with you. And anyway, nobody ever saw you as the kind of girl to date him. As time passed, you became more and more visibly insecure. Dally finally noticed and he'd surprisingly try his best to cheer you up and make sure that you were okay. He wasn't the best at cheering people up, but whatever he would say would be good enough because you knew that he wasn't a boy who'd easily show his feelings.
  • Two-Bit: "Hey, Two! Lookin' for a blonde?" You heard once, when you exited The Dingo's bathroom and saw another greaser obnoxiously talking to your boyfriend. "Oh, Two, if you ever want a girl who can really take a joke, call me." A stuck-up Soc girl purred to your boyfriend right after you told her off for insulting you. The constant comments of how you weren't good enough really hurt you. And that one time where Two-Bit got Marcia's number really bothered you. You were one to easily let people walk over you and manipulate you, sadly. Your self-esteem was always lowered once it shot up. Two-Bit would always tell you that you were perfect for him though, that there was a reason why you were his girl.
  • Sodapop: Honestly, dating Sodapop Curtis isn't a walk in the park. Every minute of his shift at the DX would be full of pretty girls and flirting. With your busy schedule and loads of homework, you couldn't go to the DX and at least make known that you were his girl. He noticed soon enough that you were feeling a little put down by all the girls flocking to him, so he'd sometimes go and pick you up from school to show that you were with him. Almost all the girls that would flirt with him went to your school, so they soon backed off once they saw that he was yours and off limits.

Preference #23: He sees you drinking, or he finds you drunk.

  • Ponyboy: It was a New Year's Eve party, but you didn't drink regularly. You just had a glass of champagne to celebrate with your friends and family. You were a lightweight drunk, so you got drunk really easily. You kept hiccuping the whole night through and nearly tripping on your own two feet. You bumped into your best friend, Ponyboy, who caught you so you wouldn't fall. "You're drunk, aren't you?" He asked, chuckling. You only hiccuped in response, never getting the chance to answer properly.
  • Two-Bit: You were giggling like crazy, staring at the bottle of beer in your hand. "Bottles are weird." You laughed, taking another swig of the drink. "Hi, I'm Two-Bit and I love to drink beer!" You impersonated him, finishing with a booming laugh similar to his. "Y/N, open up!" You heard his voice from outside, and you skipped over to the door so you can open it. "Hi, Two-Bit," You hiccuped, holding the bottle loosely in your hands. His eyes just widened, and he laughed that booming laugh you tried oh-so-hard to impersonate. "Can I have some?" He said, grinning.
  • Dally: Buck was having a party, and you were planning on hanging out with your friends; the gang, or so you thought. Ponyboy wasn't allowed to go, Johnny didn't feel like going out, and Darry was staying with Ponyboy and Johnny. Sodapop and Steve had a long shift at the DX and Two-Bit had to babysit his little sister. You and Dal were the only ones still willing to go. You finally got to Buck's, and saw Dal at the bar. You came up behind him, and took the newly refilled shot glass from out of his hands, drinking whatever was inside. Dally turned, about to yell at the jerk who had a lot of nerve stealing his drink, but he only smirked when he saw you. "You drink?" He laughed incredulously. "Yeah." You shrugged, asking the bartender for another.
  • Steve: "And everybody's goin' to get ripped!" You remembered when Steve told you about that party he wanted to throw once the greasers won that huge rumble. So, you took the liberty of throwing it for him. You invited every greaser in town, and turned it into a huge block party. Snacks, drinks, dancing, music, and more drinks. People arrived soon enough, and everybody had a blast. Steve gave you a huge hug out of thanks. "Y/N, I really can't thank you enough. Want some soda or somethin'?" He asked, doing anything to repay you. "Can you get me a beer?" You asked sweetly, giggling at his extremely surprised reaction.
  • Sodapop: Lately, you were drinking away your sorrows as you recapped everything that happened in the last month. Dallas died, Johnny died, your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend. You haven't been truthful to your other best friend, Sodapop Curtis. He didn't know you were drinking this much, especially when you were underage. You went to the DX, thinking only Steve was working, because he was the only one who knew you were drinking. "Steve, I need beer fo-" "What do you mean 'beer'?" Sodapop yelled, and you froze. "Soda, it's no-" "No, Y/N, you're not gettin' one drop of liquor no more." He said.
  • Darry: It was your birthday, so what would one trip to the bar be without your best friends? You already celebrated your birthday with the gang the night before, so now you were with your friends from college. You went dancing, and you all had a couple drinks. There were plenty to go around since it was a really small group. Sadly the night ended, and you were all more than tipsy. You got home, and you couldn't stop smiling from all the fun you had. You threw your purse onto the couch, and let out a small giggle when you saw Darry in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and staring at you. "You look like you had fun."
  • Johnny: "The things a fake I.D. can get you." You laughed to yourself, sneaking into the drive-in. You had smuggled a bottle of beer in your jacket, creeping through the hole in the busted fence surrounding the drive-in. You saw a familiar black head of hair sitting in the back row, so you snuck up on him. "Boo." You whispered in his ear; he jumped out of surprise, but relaxed when he saw you. "You seem happy." He smiled at you, motioning you to sit down. "I got a new bottle, that's why." You smiled cheekily, winking at him as he laughed quietly.

I’m going to ask this question with every last bit of sanity I have left!

Should I continue writing my Dallas Winston fanfic? Please message me if you think so!

Anyway, today was my last day of final exams! So, I’ll be able to post freely. But, I don’t know when I’m getting my laptop back, so since I’m posting from my phone, I’m a little limited. :/

P.S. I’m still not accepting any requests since my ask is full of them!

xo - Sophie

Preference #22: Your daughter brings home her boyfriend (Part 1).

  • Dallas: "Dal, when Jade brings her boyfriend over, you need to be as civil as possible. Maybe you can even say as little as possible." You reminded your husband, taking his beer. "Hey, I was drinkin' that! I can't believe she's bringin' a boy over. Who said she could?! She's only 17!" He groaned, running a comb through his hair. You shook your head, chuckling; it was cute how Dally was being so overprotective. "We're here!" Your daughter's calm voice rang out like a soft bell; Dally always said that she presents herself like you, but has his temper when she saw something she didn't like. "I'm not sure they'll like me, babe." "Michael, they will. Mom, daddy! Meet my boyfriend, Michael Sawyer." You nearly dropped Dally's beer at the mention of the name. Word spread through Tulsa that Michael Sawyer was just like the "old" Dally; violent, tough, careless, intimidating. You composed yourself, and found Dally glaring at Michael already. Michael had an unlit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth, and his arm around Jade's waist. His black hair was greased back, and his icy blue eyes were glaring back at Dally. He was very tall, lean, and handsome for his age. "Nice to meet you, Michael." You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "Likewise." He grinned, shaking your hand. You nudged Dally so he could do the same, and he reluctantly did. "I swear to God almighty, you hurt my little girl and I'll kill you. Y'dig?" "Dad!"
  • Steve: "So, Jerry, where do you work?" Steve asked your daughter's boyfriend, Jerry West. You, Steve, Jerry, and your daughter, Mallory, were sitting at the dinner table. Steve was doing the "mandatory interview" to see if he approved of the guy your daughter was dating. Jerry was a few inches taller than Mallory, but he wasn't too tall. He was really muscular, too. He had brown hair that wasn't greased back. He seemed like a total greaser, but he dressed according to the fact that he was meeting his girl's parents. You could tell that he was trying his hardest to please you both, and it was quite funny since you could tell that he had recently gotten a broken nose; you were good at noticing that because of how many times it happened with Steve. You found out from Mallory that Jerry was a straight-A student and that he was able to maintain those grades with a busy schedule. "Well, I work two jobs. I work during the day at my grandpa's repair shop. We fix up cars, give new paint jobs, all that jazz. Then I work during the night at a bakery on the same block as The Dingo. It may not be the finest area, but I'd anything to support who I love." Steve nodded; you could tell that he approved of Jerry's determination and pride; Steve claimed that he saw himself in Jerry, but you don't see it.
  • Ponyboy: "Hi there, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis. I'm Andy Porter." The lanky boy stood in front of you. He had took off his sunglasses, revealing his big hazel eyes, and hung them on the collar of his sweater. He had nearly perfect teeth and short blonde hair. He was obviously a Soc, but you were glad that Jessica wasn't going for a greaser; not many greasers were the best. Andy had a copy of "The Great Gatsby" in his hands. Andy put the book in his other hand to greet you both correctly. "Nice to meet you." Ponyboy said, shaking his hand; Pony wasn't keen on the fact that Jessica had a boyfriend now. Jessica was still his little girl. She'd always be. "'The Great Gatsby'? Nice choice." You smiled, pointing out the book in his hands. "You read a lot?" Pony asked him, his eyebrow cocked. "I do, actually. I'm planning on reading 'Gone With The Wind' when I'm done." "Really? Well, I have an old copy of it, feel free to use it when you'd like. Just be careful with it, gone through a lot." Ponyboy shrugged; it caught you off guard since he was being so collected. He was even offering the book he read to Johnny in the church! "Oh, really? Thank you, sir!" Andy gaped, his eyes shining brightly.

Blood For Blood - Chapter 6 (Dally’s P.O.V)

*A/N: I really hope you all like this chapter! Feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope I captured Dally’s P.O.V well enough for you to want to keep reading. :) I think I should stick to writing in Spike’s view from now on. xo - Sophie*

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I crossed the street and walked to the Curtis house, walking inside like nothing happened. I looked around the house and I saw all the guys looking at me with grins too big for their faces, even Darry was grinning at me!

                “Y’all have a starin’ problem or what? Jeez.” I mumbled, sitting down on the shabby couch inbetween Steve and Two-Bit.

                “So, how’d it go?” Steve grinned, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes. “What d’you mean?” I scoffed, knowing exactly what he meant; I really didn’t want to get into this conversation right now.

                “You know exactly what he means!” Two-Bit laughed, jumping onto the couch. “He means how you lied to her.”

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Currently editing every single posted chapter of “Blood For Blood”.

I will survive.

I’ll let you all know when I finish, but so far I have chapters 1 and 2 edited! You can read them if you’d like.

xo - Sophie

Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 1).

  • Sodapop: "And then he kissed me!" You sang along to the radio, dancing around your kitchen. One of your favorite songs came on, and it was "Then He Kissed Me" by The Crystals. The whole song was about an innocent love: meeting him, going on the first date, having your first kiss, taking him to meet your parents, and whatever else would happen in the future. You kept singing and singing, but you didn't know that Sodapop was there listening to your voice and watching you dance. "Nice voice." He grinned. You nearly fell to the floor out of surprise and looked at him, his grin growing even more. "Th-thanks." You stammered, regaining your balance. "Sing some more!" He clapped, sitting down. You just smiled at him and continued singing the song even though it was already done playing.
  • Dally: "All of my love, all of my kissin', you don't know what you've been a-missin', oh boy!" Your hums turned into strong murmurs as you looked around the record shop and heard the famous Buddy Holly song make its way through the air. You felt a still presence a few feet away from you, but you shook it off; the person was probably just trying to find a good record. "You like Bill Haley?" A gruff, male voice asked. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the guy. "It's not 'Bill Haley', it's 'Buddy Holly'." You scoffed. "Sorry, I don't listen to Soc music." He mocked, starting to walk away. "I'm as much a Soc as you." You hissed. He stopped in his tracks and turned to you. He smirked and nodded his head lightly. "Good to know." He chuckled. "What's your name?" He asked, stepping closer. "Bill Haley." You joked, your smile wide.
  • Two-Bit: It was the annual talent show at Will Rogers High, and you were nervous because you were going to be singing but even more nervous though because Two-Bit would be there. "I can do this." You thought as the previous act left. "Now we have Y/N and she'll be performing 'Jailhouse Rock'!" The host cheered as the crowd clapped, but you heard Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve, and Ponyboy in the audience cheering. You got on stage and quickly set up. You strummed the guitar using the right chords for the song's beginning. "The warden threw a party in the county jail, the prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing, you should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing, let's rock!" You sang your heart out and everybody was on their feet dancing. You ended with the riff and the crowd went wild. "I never knew she had a voice like that! That's my girl!" Two-Bit yelled, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. You ended up winning first place and Two-Bit wouldn't stop bragging to the gang about your hidden talent.

Preference #20: You play video games.

  • A/N: This is really new for me! Someone requested this and I'll try my best to write it! xo - Sophie
  • Ponyboy: "So, you just tilt the wheel like this?" Ponyboy asked. You nearly slammed your head into a wall; it wasn't that hard to understand! "Yeah, Pony, you do that." You sighed, finally taking the Mario Kart disc out of its box. "Don't blame me! I might even win first place." He huffed triumphantly. He ended up losing.
  • Sodapop: "Soda, how could you have possibly killed me?!" You gaped at him, nearly chucking the controller at his head. He just laughed at you. "Hey, it's not my fault you stink at Call Of Duty!" He laughed even harder now, clutching his stomach from laughing a little too much. "You know what, I'm leavin'." You hissed, obviously angry. You were the best at that game, how was he able to even come close to your score?! "Hey now, best two out of three?" He said, grabbing your hand and flashing you his signature grin.
  • Dally: "No, Y/N, you press A and then B!" Dally yelled at you, trying to stay alive in the game. "I'm no good at this, Jesus Christ! You kno- Dally, what did I do?!" You cried out, nearly about to give up. "Babe, you already died. You were lookin' at my screen the whole entire time. I hope you knew that." "Oh."
  • Two-Bit: "Doll, look what I found!" Two-Bit yelled, barging into your house. "What?" "Epic Mickey!" He sang, breaking the box open and sticking it into your Wii. "Turn on the controller!" He ordered, nearly peeing his pants of excitement. "Woah." You both sighed, looking at the graphics of the game before the starting menu even came up.
  • Darry: "And how come I haven't even heard of this game yet?!" He gasped, looking up at the item in your hand. You just bought Halo, and you decided to test it out with Darry. "Yup, I just bought it today. I don't get how you haven't heard, but that's okay." "I don't know why you're still standin' around, let's play!" You both ended up spending hours playing, until you finally finished the game.
  • Johnny: "Rock Band or Guitar Hero?" You asked Johnny, hoping he'd pick the latter. "Guitar Hero, why?" He responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. You punched the air in victory, and pulled out the video game and guitar-shaped controller out of the trunk of your parent's car. "No way, this is so cool!" He screamed out, clutching the items in his arms. "C'mon, I got the box fixed, let's go!" You giggled, grabbing his hand and running inside.
  • Steve: "Shoot that guy! No, not that one, the othe- Y/N, you're killin' me, literally!" Steve was yelling at you, trying to help you out, but he really wasn't being helpful. "Steve, how about you play for me?! I don't know how to do this!" You laughed helplessly, shaking your head and placing the controller on his lap. "No, no, no! Don't go! I promise not to yell at you." He grinned at you. You just shook your head and sat down defeatedly. "That's my girl. Okay, now press that button, move the joystick. No, babe, sto- oh, uh, kiddin'." He smiled a toothy smile at when he noticed that you were glaring up at him.

Love - a Dally and Sylvia imagine.

                Love was different to so many people. Love was happiness. Love was laughter. Love was memories. Love was adoration. Love was trust. But for two specific people, it was just plain complicated.

                Here we have Dallas Winston; the hood, the greaser, and the criminal. Then we have Sylvia; the greaser girl, the toughest of all, and Dally’s girlfriend.

Well, his on-and-off girlfriend.

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Gone - Dallas Winston imagine (No OCs!).

Gone: (adj.) absent. Not all there.

That was a pretty good way to describe the mind of Dallas Winston after Johnny Cade’s death. His mind became absent.

Stay gold, Ponyboy.

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