Preference #25: He uses a pick-up line on you.

**A/N: Yeah, I finally posted again… crazy, right? xo - Sophie**

Ponyboy: You were walking out of the movie house, on your way to meet a couple of friends at a little store a few blocks away. You simply minded your own business, growing more and more excited to meet your friends. You hadn’t had the chance to see them since the last day of freshman year. Summer was finally here, and you had to search and buy some cute clothes. You were set on reaching the store, until your attention shifted to a young boy far ahead of you. He looked around your age. You tried to study his appearance as you got closer to where he sat: he had light-brown, almost red, hair full of gel. You kept walking and paying attention to him, not realizing that you had already past the store. You snapped out of your reverie, finally taking the chance to observe your surroundings. You were lost for sure. Ponyboy after a few moments noticed your approaching figure, turning to look up at you. He tried to get your attention by coughing, and the cough was followed by a deep breath, “Are you lost, ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.”

Johnny: You were at the drive-in when you met Johnny. You were alone, though; you had originally come with your older sister, but she ditched you to go flirt with some guy. You weren’t going to lie: the guy she was flirting with was cute, but not cute enough to momentarily ditch your family for. You were front row, trying to hide your annoyance as you saw your sister speedwalk over to the guy. You sat for minutes, nearly zoning out until you felt a presence behind you. You heard a gruff laugh, and another voice trying to shush the person laughing. You shook it off, thinking the two troublemakers would get their act together, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to meet a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at you. You knew who these eyes belonged to, though: Johnny Cade. You had gone into some internal shock. You loved how his eyes looked at that very moment. Hell, you always did. You looked next to him, only to see Dallas Winston, the great hood, smirking at his friend. “Go on, Johnny. Like we practiced,” Dallas whispered, nudging his side. Johnny’s eyes went wide, and he gulped. “Well, um, D-Dally thinks you’re kinda cute, but I don’t… I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!” And at that moment, you faced the fact that you were sold.

Sodapop: You got a call from your cousin, Steve. “Hey Steve, how’s work?” you asked. “Pretty good, I guess. I just finished up working on a car, so I’m going on a lunch break. Want to meet? I miss my cousin!” You laughed at his statement, “Aw, Steve! You just saw me last weekend! But I’ll go. I’ll be on my way to the DX to pick you up!” With that, you hopped into your old car and sped off to see Steve. You finally arrived, nearly jumping out of your car to go inside the station. You recognized Steve’s figure inside, and you opened the door. “Hey, Steve! You ready to g- oh, sorry,” you blushed, realizing you interrupted a conversation he was having with a co-worker. He looked at you, motioning for you to come closer. “Took you long enough! (Y/N), this is Sodapop, my best friend. Soda, this is (Y/N), my cousin. I’ll be back out, let me pick up my switch from the back.” And so he jogged to the back of the station. You and Sodapop shared your hellos and startede small talk, which led into an interesting conversation full of jokes and laughter. You couldn’t help but secretly gawk at his movie-star looks. Bright brown eyes, dark gold hair, and a killer smile paired with an extremely defined jaw line. After what seemed like forever, Steve finally found his blade. “Looks like Steve here’s going to kill our fun,” you joked. Sodapop only laughed more, bringing his eyes to meet yours before smiling again. “You’re real funny, y'know?” You only blushed, and he chuckled. “Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart: if delivering smiles was a profession, you’d be perfect for the job.”

Steve: Your mother was currently putting gas in the car, while you were walking up to the doors of the DX. The line was nearly out of the door, and you groaned inwardly. Your mother was definitely not a patient person! You didn’t need to have her yapping in your ear out of petty annoyance. After an infinity, it was finally your turn. The guy you recognized as Sodapop ran towards the back of the station. He called out the back door, “Steve, get your sorry butt out here! I need to restock the shelves, and we can’t keep customers waiting!” “Calm down, Soda! I’ll be right out!” You heard in response. Minutes were passing, and you started tapping your foot out of impatience. You heard footsteps and looked up in eagerness, only to met by a cute boy and his toothy smile. His smile only got wider, “Wow. Sorry, don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like yours.”

Dallas: To say that your friend’s birthday party was “wild” was a complete understatement. If anything, you didn’t even know where she was! So here you were, with your boyfriend of five months, trying to find out if any of your other friends from school were there. “Babe, she was saved enough to rent Jay’s out for her birthday?!” your boyfriend asked, wide-eyed. You could only nod your head before you spoke, “Yeah, she did. I just didn’t think she’d have the whole she-bang.” There was alcohol, a live band, and enough food to feed a small army. You and your boyfriend looked around even further for familiar faces and your boyfriend had a big smile on his face, “(Y/N), I found my friends, I’ll catch up with you in just a bit. Hang tight!” With that, he was gone in the crowd. You huffed, looking around in a desperate manner, trying to find somebody you knew. Your search continued for a few minutes until you felt a hand wrap around your waist. A gruff, yet smooth, voice met your ears, “‘Scuse me, miss, you taken?” You stiffened, moving his hand from your body. “Yes,” you grimaced, “I am.” You turned to the man after you said that, and froze at the sight of him. It was Dallas Winston. You had only seen him before from a distance but you didn’t think he was that handsome. His arm returned to it’s previous place on your waist, and he guided you to the dance floor. You froze once again, you weren’t going to let him act this way with you! “What do you think you’re doing?! I’m taken!” He only shrugged, his grin only getting bigger, “Doll, I didn’t hear you say 'happily’.”

Two-Bit: You were at The Dingo with your best friend sharing a basket of fries. It would have been some nice bonding time if it hadn’t been for the rambunctious group of boys across the restaurant. You groaned, “Lord, they’re annoying.” Your friend giggled, “But they are kind of cute.” You shook your head, “I’m not going to bother looking. Their annoying ways are already getting to me - their looks won’t redeem themselves.” Your friend only shook her head at you, “You’re missing out on quite a view, I must say.” You sat in silence but couldn’t help asking the golden question, “Greasers or Socs?” “Look for yourself.” You sighed and looked, and your sight was instantly captivated by one guy with greased hair, a Mickey shirt, and pretty intense sideburns. But at that same moment, he looked your way… and it seemed that he was doing that a lot, unknown to you. You broke eye contact, feeling the blush reach your face. Your friend lit up, “I knew it.“ You glanced discreetly at him and saw him say something to his friends, getting up from his seat. "Oh my, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” “Can’t help you there, sugar. Sorry.” your friend responded. And then you heard an unfamiliar voice: “Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” You slowly lifted your head up to meet the eyes of the cute boy. You gulped, “Why is that?” He only let out a hearty laugh, “Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine, darling!”

Darry: You felt as though junior year was going to be horrible for you. You just switched schools and you barely knew anybody except for one or two girls who you were close to becoming friends with. Also, It was only a week into the semester and you already had trouble with the material being taught. One of the girls, Mary, came up to your locker one day and asked you something you never thought you’d hear so quick into the year, “Hey (Y/N)! Listen, there’s a little party that’s going to happen at my house. I’m inviting everybody, especially the cuties from the football team,” she winked, “Anyway, I thought you’d want to come too. I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the school and make an effort to reach ou to you. Want to go?” You appreciated the kind gesture and accepted. Two days passed and there you were, standing on her doorstep, too nervous to walk in. You smoothed out your light pink skirt and took a deep breath. You rang the doorbell and some random teen opened it. Mary was nowhere to be found so you just made your way to the snack table and got yourself some punch. You felt eyes on you though, and you looked out the corner of your eye to see one tall boy coming your way, muscles and all. From what you could tell, he was cute. “Hi,” you heard, “I’m Darry.” You turned around and met a chest. Boy, was he tall. You craned your neck to look up at him, only to see the face of a god staring you down right back. He opened his mouth to speak again, “May I just say, you must be one hell of a thief, because you stole my heart from across the room.”

Gang - Last day of school imagine.

                The bell signaling the end of last period rang and everybody screamed out in happiness. You see, it was the last day of school, and the year went by dreadfully slow according to the whole campus.

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Ponyboy and Peyton - Imagine for Anonymous!

“Peyton, would you just listen?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I am. I’m just not agreeing with a word you’re saying.”

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OH MY GOD. WHAT EVEN.

So, on 11/14/13 (yesterday), I reached 1,000 followers on this blog.

One thousand beautiful people. I can’t even comprehend this right now.

Thank you to every single person in this fandom. I never realized how big, how supportive, and how loving this fandom is.

We all may get into some drama on here every now and then, but we get through it as a family. Just like the group of greasers we bond over.

I cannot even believe the fact that one thousand people read my writing. I don’t think I can explain how happy it makes me to write for you all and be complemented all the time by you all. I just, wow.

I’ve kind of realized that most of this fandom is, like, DEAD (message me if you’re still here!). But, for any of you who are still out there and stuck by me, thanks. You’ve obviously stayed gold.

I remember when I started this blog. I was at my grandparents house, sitting in the EXACT same spot where I’m writing this now (also known as my bed). But I never expected this. I am so flattered and I’ve met so many great people because of this blog.

I guess I should stop writing before the waterworks come on. Now, who’s ready for that new preference?

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xo - Sophie

To everyone who submitted for my contest (and the rest of my lovely followers)! I also have a few great changes I’d like to announce…

I’m pleased to say that I received all of your awesome entries and messages. May I just say that I really appreciate your kind words! I love you all, I really do.

Now, here’s the good part, DRUM ROLL PLEASE: I FINALLY DECIDED I’M GOING TO COME BACK TO THIS BLOG 24/7.

LIKE, POST IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES AGAIN FREQUENTLY.

LET’S PARTY.

Here’s the inside scoop: I’m currently trying to finish writing chapter 3 of my George Weasley story. I slowly feel myself getting deeply obsessed once again with The Outsiders (Not going to lie, I sort of stopped going on this blog as much because I felt myself drifting. *sad face*), so I’ll try to start up preferences again and write more imagines, and even write another chapter of my Dallas fic!

So, starting next Friday, I’m getting back on track with this blog.

I realized that I have a family on this blog: you guys. I can’t wait to continue writing for you all once I get in the swing of things at school. (HIGH SCHOOL IS GREAT, MAY I JUST SAY. STAY IN SCHOOL, KIDDOS.)

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imagine-stayinggold:

Hey y’all! Long time, no see! How have you been? You okay? Doing alright? Well, I sure hope so!

*The Godfather voice* I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse (in celebration of me being ONLY FIVE FOLLOWERS AWAY from 900).

This offer involves me picking two lucky people and writing for them…

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I’ve only gotten messages from one person (special thank you to the girl that did)!

There is NO deadline for this, so come on and take the chance of winning!

xo - Sophie

I’m back and I have a deal for you alllllllllllllll!

Hey y'all! Long time, no see! How have you been? You okay? Doing alright? Well, I sure hope so!

*The Godfather voice* I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse (in celebration of me being ONLY FIVE FOLLOWERS AWAY from 900).

This offer involves me picking two lucky people and writing for them a personal imagine with their greaser-of-choice.

What you need to do for a chance:

  1. Follow my other blog if you’re a Potterhead who loves fan-fiction.
  2. Read my George Weasley fanfic “Adventures and Greatness”.
  3. Give me some feedback. Suggestions, questions, and predictions are welcome!
  4. Then you’ll need to send me another message. I’ll need your first name, age, and a brief description of your personality and looks. Almost like you were asking to be shipped!

What I will do:

  • Pick two people who have sent me messages about the story.
  • I will write them a personal imagine with their favorite greaser.
  • I’ll try and make it the best ever. I promise you. You’ll just have to work with me and my time management skills.

Want to win? Do it for Johnny!

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I missed you all so much by the way. Anything new in the fandom while I was away?

xo - Sophie

Preference #24: You're insecure (Part 2).

  • A/N: *Possible trigger warning, I'm not too sure. Putting a warning just in case! xo - Sophie*
  • Ponyboy: Remember how Ponyboy wasn't too keen on greaser girls? Well, that changed when he met you. You two had a great relationship going, but your feelings about it soon took a turn for the worse when you heard all sorts of "jokes" from the gang. You knew they meant well, or at least they thought they did. You weren't one to change for anybody, but you took it into consideration when you looked at yourself in the mirror one day, looking specifically at your outfit. A tank top, jeans, Chuck Taylor shoes, and a nice leather jacket. Bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner, too. Pony didn't really care about the fact that you were a greaser girl; he knew that deep down, you were anything but a greaser girl. Pony didn't do anything about the gang poking fun at you, though. He felt that the gang would act like that no matter what, to your dismay.
  • Johnny: You had the same problem as Johnny. People thought that you were younger than you actually were. You had those eyes that looked like they belonged to a lost puppy, just like Johnny. Maybe it was your height, or maybe it was how soft-spoken you were. Whenever you wanted to be a part of a rumble, the gang would instantly deny it. It was as if they kept forgetting how old you were! No matter how many times this happened, or how much you wanted Johnny to say something, he would just look at you sadly and shrug because he didn't know just what to do. You learned something though; if Johnny could deal with it, then so could you.
  • Darry: One day, you were carrying a few boxes into your house from your truck. Aside from hanging out at the Curtis house, the gang liked to be at yours. "Hey Y/N, don't you think you're a lil' too weak to carry that?" Dally laughed, thinking he was funny. "Let Superman help you out!" You just rolled your eyes, but you knew that he was right. You went back outside and quickly looked down at your body. You weren't muscular, or at least strong. Your legs were really skinny, and you didn't have broad shoulders. You sadly hated your body, but you felt somewhat better when you walked back into the house to hear Darry yelling at Dally, setting him straight. "Y'know, Dal, you should help me out if you're oh-so-strong." You smirked at him, and he rolled his eyes at you because he knew that you were right this time, causing Darry to laugh and give you a big high-five.
  • Steve: "Babe, just try to do a flip!" "No, I'm not going to, Steve!" You sighed at your boyfriend, he was being so stubborn right now. He kept on showing you how he did his famous flips and he wanted to see you try it. You would instantly deny. Why? You remembered what happened when you flipped once; you were in elementary school, and it was during recess. You decided to copy your friends and flip like they did, resulting in a bad injury and total humiliation. You knew it for yourself, you weren't athletic. Steve helped you, even without knowing the reason why you were so insecure. But, time passed and you were finally able to flip like your boyfriend without anything going wrong.

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.

Preference #22: Your daughter brings home her boyfriend (Part 2).

  • Darry: "And what are your intentions towards my daughter?" Darry asked, on edge. Today was not a good day for Darry; work was horrible, and he just had to come home to find out that his little girl has a boyfriend, Jack Peters. Jack Peters was a middle class boy, but he wasn't all that average. He was tall, and pretty strong. He was the star quarterback of the Will Rogers football team. Ella was a very popular cheerleader, so it was obvious that they would date. Your daughter, Ella, failed to tell Darry that she was bringing her boyfriend of two months to meet you both. You knew about him, but Darry didn't. He was basically fuming when he saw Jack's arm around Ella's waist! "Well, sir, since I work two jobs and all, I wouldn't have much time to do any of that stuff, y'know. I-I mean, n-not that I want to, but she's real busy with cheer and I'm busy with my work and football practices." "Do you have good grades?" Darry pressed, intimidating him even more. "Dad, he's a great student!" Ella whined, but Darry ignored her. "I'm watchin' you both."
  • Johnny: "I'm actually very excited to meet this boy, how about you?" You asked your husband. "I guess. She's only sixteen, though! I don't think this dating thing is too hot of an idea." "Darling, we dated when we were sixteen." You sighed. "But still! Y'know what? I guess I am excited. It's great that Rebecca found somebody. What's his name, anyway?" He chuckled. "I think his name is Rob Coulson, not too sure." You replied. You heard a car drive in "Rob's here! Oh, he's here! Everybody be cool, and please, do not embarrass me!" Rebecca giggled, opening the door for her boyfriend. The open door revealed a young boy, about the age of sixteen, with big brown eyes and jet-black hair. He had light skin, and he had a large scar on his hand. His hair was somewhat gelled back, but not enough for him to be called a greaser. "Come on in!" You smiled gently at him. "I'm Mrs. Cade, and this is my husband, Johnny." "Nice to meet you, kid." Johnny smiled at him, holding his hand out for Rob to shake. "N-nice to meet you too, s-sir." He stuttered, groaning once he realized that he was stuttering. "Wait, he's scared of me? Kid, don't be. You have no reason to be scared. Right?" "Yes, s-sir." Rob stuttered again. "We'll work on that." Rebecca giggled, kissing Rob's cheek.
  • Two-Bit: "I mean, I thought that it was a common rule; that once you're in a Chinese restaurant, you have to eat everything with chopsticks! And when I thought of everything, oh - I meant everything. I even ate the dessert - ice cream, to be exact. I ate it with chopsticks, too! The whole restaurant was wonderin' how I did it. They gave me a whole round of applause." And at that, you and your husband were in stitches. Your daughter, Anne, brought over her eighteen year-old riot of a boyfriend, Cory. Personality wise, he was the spitting image of Two-Bit! He even had eyes full of mischief, just like Two. "Kid, you're somethin' else!" Two-Bit managed to choke out once he got out of his laughing fit. Cory just smiled widely; he had great, big pearly whites and a charming smile. His eyes were bright blue, and his hair was rusty-colored. "Hey, you know how to use a blade?" Two-Bit asked in all seriousness; if any boy was going to date his daughter, he better know how to use a blade when he needs to. "No, actually. My dad said he'd teach me one day, but he never got around to doing it." Cory said, sadly; Anne told you that his dad ran out on him and his mom, just the same happened with Two-Bit. "Well, if you want to learn, how about I help you?" Two-Bit shrugged. "I don't see why not." Cory smiled; he knew that you both would approve of him.
  • Sodapop: "I think it's real nice that Jane found someone." You argued. "I don't like it one bit!" Sodapop huffed. "Dad?! Are you serious? I'm seventeen!" Jane scoffed from the back seat, crossing her arms in protest. "Exactly! And I don't want you to get involved in the things I was in when I was just that age!" He mumbled. Jane groaned, her face turning red. "That's nasty! Okay, just turn this corner and we'll find Zack's place." Jane continued. "'Zack'? Nice name." Soda scoffed, turning into an lowly part of town. Small houses, run-down cars, basically everything you and Sodapop experienced when you two were younger. Sodapop parked in the driveway and you both got out, Jane way ahead. She rushed up to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a Greek god; well, he sure seemed like one for his age. Wild blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the strong, tall build of a superhero. He had a dazzling grin that got even bigger when he saw Jane. "Jane, you made it!" He said. He was even British! "Oh God, he reminds me of me! This is bad, I'm not happy about this!" Sodapop yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "Sodapop!" You sighed, your head in your hands.