Preference #26: He sings (part 1).

Darry: “I hate thunderstorms.” you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend who was lying next to you in bed. “Baby, they ain’t that bad! Actually, I think they’re pretty cool.” Darry said, faintly smiling at you. He found it adorable, the thought of a brave girl like you being so scared of the weather. “Well, I do- oh my God!” you ended up screaming, the blasting clap of thunder scaring you out of your wits and causing you to frantically get closer to Darry than you already were. He cooed and then started shushing you, running his hand through your hair in order to get you to calm down. One thing he wasn’t a fan of was seeing you distressed in any way. This was the usual routine: you lay next to him in bed, you two share small talk, thunder claps, you scream, he tries to calm you down immediately. But, what he did next sure surprised you, breaking the usual routine: he sang for you! Of course, his voice wasn’t the best, but he sang a known favorite of yours, “Big Girls Don’t Cry” as sung by The Four Seasons.

Two-Bit: “Two-Bit, you’re drunk. Again.” you scoffed at him, trying to close your front door on him. Your parents were asleep upstairs, and you knew the rules: no company when the parental units were asleep. Especially if it was boy company. You almost got the door shut until Two put his foot in front of it. “C'mon babe, let’s have some fun!” he drawled, raising his voice with each word. The laughter that came out of his system was booming. You jumped, not because he frightened you, but because you were afraid your parents would wake! “Keith, now is not the time to act like a fool.” you snarled, getting angrier with your boyfriend by the second. He froze, his demeanor changing from a fun-loving drunk to a sad, sad man. “Wait, you really think I’m a fool, darlin’?” You widened your eyes and shook your head as fast as possible, realizing where this was going. “No, Keith, that’s not what I mean-” “You’re going to break up with me now, aren’t you?! I knew it!” “No! Two-Bit, stop being ridiculo-” you said, attempting to stop him from waking up your parents – and the whole damn neighborhood, but it was too late. “Well, since my baby left me,” he started singing, “I found a new place to dwell!” “Oh, no.” you groaned. His loud mumbling of the lyrics turned to even greater bouts of “Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley. “Keith, shut your mouth!” you tried to silence him, slamming your palm over his mouth. You looked him in the eyes, and you could see that he was a mess: about to cry, and not all there because of the liquor. You sighed, “Keith, you know I could never think of you as a fool. Granted, you’re acting real stupid right now, but a fool? No way. I would never break up with you for such a stupid reason. Hell, I don’t think I’ll break up with you ever. Now come on, we’re getting you home.” With that, you guided him to your dad’s truck, hoping to God your boyfriend wouldn’t barf any time soon.

Dallas: You and your boyfriend, Dallas, walked into Jay’s. He was laughing at you, “Face it, doll: you ain’t going to catch me singing. Ever.” Here’s what happened: you were trying to convince Dallas to sing along with you in the car to some swinging new song, but he wouldn’t budge. You should have known better; asking something like that to Dally was like asking Sodapop to stop looking like a movie star all the time. “Dallas, go be useful for once and save that booth over there, I’m getting some drinks from the counter. Go on, get!” You were still a little peeved. You always thought that no one should feel ashamed, embarrassed, or even weird about singing along to a real good song. You were always a musical person, so singing was normal for you. Before hitting the counter, you went on over to the jukebox and put in some money. Looking through the selections, you found one of your favorites: “Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones. The song played on, wafting through the restaurant. Looking around, you could see that your choice was a good one, noticing the different people bobbing their heads and tapping their feet to the catchy introduction. Placing your order and soon getting your drinks, you made your way to the booth. You wanted to spook Dallas, so you hid behind him - yes, he was that clueless sometimes. You noticed that he was tapping his foot to the beat as well, and a grin made its way onto your face, only to be replaced by a look of shock. Did you hear, singing? Yes – although it wasn’t singing, he was definitely humming the lyrics, murmuring them from time to time. You leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear, “Got you.” He jumped at the surprise and groaned inwardly, “Yeah, yeah. I hope you’re satisfied.” You nodded your head slightly, chuckling at his now grouchy attitude, “Trust me, I am very satisfied.”

I finally updated yesterday!

I’ll be posting again on Friday (no school, yay)! Stay tuned, dolls.

xo - Sophie

So I have decided…

I will be posting my stories on Quotev!

Here’s the link (this link should work so please message me if it doesn’t).

I’ll be posting soon! Everybody can send more requests so I can get some creative juices flowing.

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(And if this is your GIF, please message me so I can properly give credit!)

xo - Sophie

ONE LAST CALL!!!

I need to know so that way I can start writing for you guys!

Wattpad or Quotev? Let me know!

*Wattpad is currently in the lead, just so you all know.

xo - Sophie

Hello, all! (**IMPORTANT POST!**)

I have a quick question before I work on my writing any further.

I’m going to be moving my fan-fictions (not the imagines and preferences, just the stories) to another social media site. I just wanted to know which one you prefer, either:

  • Wattpad
  • Quotev

So from those two (or any other site that you can tell me of), please message me and let me know which one you all like!

xo - Sophie

It’s been decided: I’m a horrible blog-keeper.

Honestly, though! Who on EARTH tells their followers that they’ll post during winter break but ends up posting an update (that isn’t even a preference/chapter/imagine) on the first day of SUMMER?!

You all must hate me, I swear to you.

But here’s for real: now that it’s summer for me (YAY!), I will be dedicating whatever time I have to my writing.

I’ll be uploading another informational post tomorrow, because I mean business.

When it comes to my writing, I’ve been slacking, and that is NOT COOL for you guys; all 1,530 of you.

Love you all!

xo - Sophie

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

Reminder!

I’m picking the two contest winners next Friday! Hurry up and find out how to enter.

And send in preference and imagine requests! I’ll be posting those again next Friday, if you missed my epic return to this blog last night. :)

Stay gold, darlings!

And keep your pants on.

That’s important, too.

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xo - Sophie

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