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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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.)

And one more thing, do some of these amazing things (your choice):

  • Enter my contest if you’d like.
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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.

Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 2).

  • A/N: *Ponyboy's preference sucks. I'm sorry. I ran out of ideas. :( xo - Sophie*
  • Johnny: You were hanging out in the lot, not particularly expecting anybody to join you. Night was just about to creep up on the skies of Tulsa. The beauty that is a sunset just passed, and then you heard footsteps racing closer towards you. You turned, and instantly stood up realizing that it was Johnny. "Johnny, what happened?!" You gasped, his eyes were glassed over as he tried to keep in his tears. "I - my parents, I can't take it no more, Y/N. I just can't!" He groaned, kicking a pebble. You could tell that he felt both angry and sad, so you just hugged him. "Lonely guitar, is there no one who loves us? Lonely guitar, not a soul seems to care. The stars in the sky look like teardrops because I've been crying." You quietly sang the words to Annette Funicello's "Lonely Guitar". His weeping soon subsided and he pulled away from the hug, looking at you with wide eyes. "Glory, Y/N," He breathed, not able to finish his sentence.
  • Steve: "I don't get it, what's so bad about racin'?! Soda does it, too!" "Steve, that's not what I said! I don't even care about what Soda can or can't do. I said that you should be more careful! I never said that there was anything bad about it." You tried to keep your voice leveled. "You're basically tellin' me to stop because you don't like it!" He yelled. "I never said that!" You gaped. "Yes, you did!" "You are so stubborn!" You yelled, running up to your room, closing the door on him. "Hey! Open the door!" Steve screamed, slamming his fist on it. "Calm down. Calm down." You told yourself. An old lullaby that your mother once sang to you came to your mind. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away." You sang and sang quietly to yourself, your voice growing a little louder. You just didn't realize that Steve stopped knocking, and that he was flat on the floor, trying to look inside the room through the space at the bottom of the door. "Oh, my." He whispered, wanting to hear you sing some more.
  • Darry: "My boyfriend's back, he's goin' to save my reputation. Hey-la, day-la, my boyfriend's back!" You sang out as you were making breakfast for you, Darry, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. You knew that Darry would wake up soon, and that Pony and Soda would be sleeping for long, so you sang quietly. You heard steps and a yawn in the hallway, and you smirked; one boy is up, two more to go. You continued the song, keeping your voice at the same level it was before. You felt arms wrap around your waist, and a kiss was placed onto your cheek. "Nice song! Your voice ain't too bad, either." Darry laughed. "Shut it! Sound travels, y'know!" You heard Sodapop yell. "Soda, shut up!" Ponyboy groaned.
  • Ponyboy: It was in music class. The teacher was trying to figure out who would be a soprano and who would be an alto. "Y/N, you're up next." The teacher gave you a comforting smile, and you sang some notes, just for the teacher to get an idea of your voice and how it would sound in different songs. You finished and the whole class clapped; only some people knew that you had a really strong voice, but now you were happy that more people heard you and that you weren't nervous about it at all. You sat back down in your seat, which was next to Ponyboy. "Y/N, I never knew you could sing like that! Why didn't I hear you ever before?!" He smiled, causing you to blush.

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.

Preference #19: You both go on a trip.

  • Two-Bit: Now, let's be real here. Where else would Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews take you? You guessed it; Disneyland. You were happy to get the chance go on all of the rides, while he was nearly peeing his pants of excitement because he would get the chance to meet the one mouse that started it all.
  • Dallas: He took you to his home state, the famous New York. He may have lived there, but he apparently never lived close to Times Square. So, you two took the liberty in going on a little road trip all the way there. You both looked in the different stores and just took in the urban view of it all, something you'd rarely see in Tulsa.
  • Sodapop: You both went to Hollywood! With his good looks and your fashion sense, you both fit in just perfectly during your time there. California didn't have "Socs" or "greasers", they had people who knew how to entertain, and you saw a lot of them on every street.
  • Steve: He took you to New Jersey. With his cockiness and temper, it was as if he was a New Jersey native. You both went to the boardwalk and local fairs, looking for a way to make time pass.
  • Johnny: You both went to North Carolina. The scenery was absolutely amazing! The mountains were towering over you, causing your figures to both be extremely small. Once you both decided to hike up the mountains, you looked out and it was as if the world was endless.
  • Ponyboy: You two, of course because of your young age, were only able to go on a school field trip that was just considered a "real trip" because of where you were going. You two went to Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and you both were so interested by the massive rockets hanging inside the buildings and those outside for display.
  • Darry: You both decided to go to New Orleans. The music sounding out in the air was spectacular, and you two danced the nights away. The highlight of the evening was when the Sun was just hiding behind the buildings, soon passing the horizon.

Preference #18: How they celebrate your birthday.

  • *A/N*: I'm sorry that this was a little late! This is for the anon who's birthday was yesterday, I believe. <3 xo - Sophie
  • Dally: He made sure that there were no other parties going on at Buck's, so he threw a huge party with the help of the rest of the gang, himself, Buck, Tim Shepard's gang, a few greaser girlfriends, and your good friends from school. Of course, he didn't invite your parents, because he knew how much they disliked him.
  • Sodapop: Sodapop was famous for his wonderful cooking, but could he live up to the test of cooking a dinner for you both? That's what he decided to find out as he cooked up some mashed potatoes and fried chicken. and he somehow didn't set the kitchen on fire!
  • Darry: He had set up two small parties for you, one with the whole gang and one with just you both and his brothers. It was real sweet, he brought out a large, freshly baked chocolate cake from the fridge, and you all devoured it in seconds. Darry even pushed some cake into your face, leaving a mess in the house and starting an all-out food fight.
  • Steve: He took you out to the Nightly Double so you two can see the new Disney movie that you were dying to see, 101 Dalmatians. He knew how you absolutely loved the whimsy of Disney films, and he couldn't help but chuckle once in a while because of how the movie interested you.
  • Ponyboy: You ended up being sick on your birthday, so Ponyboy visited you instead and bought you a copy of a new book you wanted. You were a little too sick to even hold the book right, so Ponyboy read to you, causing you to fall asleep instantly.
  • Two-Bit: He woke you up on an early Saturday morning to get your birthday started off just right, and that was by watching Mickey Mouse. Then, you both ended up just watching more television and watching even more cartoons. The day finally ended with some cuddling and chocolate cake, even a drink or two.
  • Johnny: You claimed to know how much he cared for you and loved you, but he would always prove you wrong by showing you how much he really did do all of those things. Of course, you knew that he was a little tight on money, but he surprised you by buying you a beautiful diamond necklace which you now wore all the time.