Hi there, I'm Sophie! :) I write imagines and fics for fellow fans of "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. I'll write anything, except smut. Feel free to send in requests while you're here! NOTE: Requests are closed!
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Darry: "I hate thunderstorms." you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend who was lying next to you in bed. "Baby, they ainât 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 wasnât 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, darlinâ?" 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 â and the whole damn neighborhood, but it was too late. âWell, since my baby left me,â he started singing, âI found a new place to dwell!â âOh, no.â you groaned. His loud mumbling of the lyrics turned to even greater bouts of âHeartbreak Hotelâ by Elvis Presley. âKeith, shut your mouth!â 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, âKeith, you know I could never think of you as a fool. Granted, youâre acting real stupid right now, but a fool? No way. I would never break up with you for such a stupid reason. Hell, I donât think Iâll break up with you ever. Now come on, weâre getting you home.â With that, you guided him to your dadâs truck, hoping to God your boyfriend wouldnât barf any time soon.
Dallas: You and your boyfriend, Dallas, walked into Jayâs. He was laughing at you, âFace it, doll: you ainât going to catch me singing. Ever.â Hereâs what happened: you were trying to convince Dallas to sing along with you in the car to some swinging new song, but he wouldnât 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. âDallas, go be useful for once and save that booth over there, Iâm getting some drinks from the counter. Go on, get!â 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: âSatisfactionâ 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 â although it wasnât singing, he was definitely humming the lyrics, murmuring them from time to time. You leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear, âGot you.â He jumped at the surprise and groaned inwardly, âYeah, yeah. I hope youâre satisfied.â You nodded your head slightly, chuckling at his now grouchy attitude, âTrust me, I am very satisfied.â
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Can I have a ship please :) I'm 5'11, with long brown hair and blue eyes. I'm really athletic and I'm average when it comes to school. Thank you, I love your blog!
I would say Darry! :) I'm seeing some similar qualities in you two: the darker hair, light eyes, athletic skills, and performance in school really bring you two together as a good match. Darry would be on the side, cheering you on at all your games with the gang. Cute!Â
May I please have a ship? I'm 5'4. I have light skin, long, wavy brown hair, and green eyes. I've been playing hockey for 9 years. I love listening to classic rock, especially Elvis! I'm pretty sassy and blunt. I have a dry sense of humor and I love to laugh. I like learning about ww2. I like to sing too. I hate kids. I'm shy at first, but I open up quickly. I cherish my friends and quick to stand up for them. I don't trust easy and pensive when it comes to feelings. I fall for the bad boy. Thx!
I ship you with Two-Bit! I feel as though even if you fall for the bad boy, that goofball would bring about a change of heart in you. You and him could have endless teasing, his jokes would be no match for your attitude. And in the rare moments when you're not teasing each other, you would just sit back and relax in your living room, listening to some classic tunes on the radio. :)
**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, âI 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."
         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.
               A snobby Soc girl with her nose in the air used her notebook to hit Two-Bit Mathewâs shoulder, âWake up, grease. Maybe youâd actually graduate if you paid some attention in class.â Two-Bit just shook his head, trying to get out of the deep sleep he was oh-so-nicely brought out of. He cocked an eyebrow as he saw her rush out of the room with her other friends. Donât know how she even has friends, he thought to himself.
        He noticed that Ponyboy was long gone from the classroom, and as soon as Two-Bit realized what time it really was, he let out a whoop of triumph and stuffed his books into his backpack. He dashed out of the classroom, ignoring the angry remarks of the teacher yelling at him about summer school with the occasional âTuck in your chair!â speech.
               âSummer is finally here! Hereâs to girls, fun, and no work whatsoever.â he said to himself, later smirking as he found his six friends waiting for him in a âborrowedâ car; Ponyboy Curtis, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, and Dally Winston.
               âWhere have you been? Weâve been waitinâ for so long. Even Stevie got here before you!â Dally laughed, using the nickname Steve hated.
âDonât call me that! You know I hate it, moron.â he snarled as he fell back into his seat.
âIâm the moron?!â
âYeah, you are!â
âYouâre the moron, Stevie!â
âYou donât even go to school, Winston.â
âHow in Godâs name can this truck fit seven people?!â Sodapop yelled, trying to make space for himself. âOw, Soda! Watch it; that was my rib!â Johnny cried out, trying to adjust himself and soothe the spot in pain.
âI swear, yâall are idiots. Complete idiots.â Darry sighed, looking out of the window.
âTakes one to know one, Dar!â Ponyboy laughed, followed by him being flicked in the head, causing even more yelling and cussing to ensue. Two-Bit raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle; he thought it was quite entertaining whenever the whole gang was together, which was basically all the time.
âDallas, Sodapop. Stop checkinâ out the pretty broads, especially her. Iâve had my eye on her for a whi- oh, nevermind. Boyfriend alert.â Two-Bit sighed, sinking as much as he could into his car seat.
âDonât worry âbout it, Two. You can do better than tha- Steve, for the love of God, duck your head! I canât see through the rear-view mirror!â
âThatâll be an issue, Darry.â Ponyboy countered, âSteveâs big head would still be in the way even if he was lyinâ face down on the car seat.â
The gang erupted into howling fits of laughter, even Steve. He actually laughed the loudest at Ponyboyâs joke, until he realized that the younger Curtis was making fun of him. Steve started cussing at Ponyboy incessantly, causing the rowdy group of boys to laugh even louder than they currently were.
Darry wiped the tears of laughter from his face, âAlright, so whatâs on the agenda for the first day of summer?â
âLetâs go to the drive-in!â Johnny offered.
âRoad trip!â Steve and Two-Bit hollered, high-fiving each other.
âOkay, big spenders,â Sodapop grinned, âI know for a fact thereâs a party at Jayâs tonight. Heard that the Tiber Street Tigers were holding a real wild one.â he added, earning nods from Dallas and Ponyboy.
âHow about we go to the party tonight, and the drive-in tomorrow? Canât promise anything about the road trip, though. Maybe one day when weâre filthy rich,â Darry winked.
âSounds good to me.â Ponyboy said.
               âWell that doesnât matter, Pony. Weâd still go with or without you,â Steve retorted, managing to give him a light noogie in the crowded vehicle.
               âOw!â Pony screamed, trying to lean as far away from Steve as possible with his elbow digging into Dallyâs side. In annoyance, Dallas punched Ponyboyâs side, causing him to holler even louder. Darry pressed the brakes, causing everyone to jerk in their seats.
âStop picking on the kid, both of you! Steve, what did we tell you about moving in this tight car for Peteâs sake! Dallas, stop tha- Pony, stop yelling!â
Two-Bit chuckled, rubbing his head, and looked out of the window.
âOh, donât worry. I am. Iâm just not agreeing with a word youâre saying.â
The fact that you had to even discuss this with Ponyboy made you all different kinds of angry. Did he not understand how much danger he could get into? There was no way that you would ever let him pull a crazy stunt like that! Yeah, you two may have only been âyoung loversâ, so you didnât really have a say in what he could or could not do, but never would you agree to letting him fight in a rumble that same night.
âBut all of the guys are going!â he said, pointing to them. Exactly; the boys were sitting in the living room watching this argument get even worse with every passing second.
âAre all the other guys fourteen years old like you and I? Nope, I donât think so!â
âBut who are you to stand here in my living room, telling me what I can or canât do?! Youâre just my girlfriend, your word doesnât mean anything to me in my decisions!â he shot back.
This caught you off guard. He never spoke to you like that, but you werenât going to let that stop you.
âThatâs right. Iâm just your girlfriend, I canât tell you what to do. All I want is for my boyfriend to be safe. Is that too much to ask?!â You felt your voice rise, and you turned to the gang. âRight, boys? Right that itâs not a lot to ask?!â
âUh, I actually think tha-â Two-Bit intervened, raising his hand, but you cut him off because you knew exactly what he was going to do: defend Ponyboy.
âKeith Mathews, I swear to God,â you hissed, glaring at him relentlessly. Never have you witnessed him shutting up so quickly.
Ponyboyâs eyes seemed to flash red, and steam was almost about to shoot out of his ears. âHey, that ainât fair! It ainât okay for you to intimidate my friends to get them to agree with you!â
âThen itâs not okay for you to go the rumble. Whatâs so important about it, anyway? Huh?â you pinched the bridge of your nose in another bout of annoyance, âYou know what, Pony? Youâre right. My word doesnât matter. Go on, go to the rumble. Get hurt, I donât care.â
âPey, please just list-â you raised your hand up, not wanting to hear anything else from your boyfriend. You turned to the gang, looking at everybody but Pony. âI should get going, the parents are waiting. See you later.â And with that, you walked out of the Curtis home, making your way back home.
***
You walked into your house and slammed the door, ignoring the pointed looks of your parents. You stomped over to your room, and slammed that door, too. You plopped on the bed and reached the old phone on your bedside table, contemplating on whether or not you should call your best friend and vent to her.
Your hands played with the hem of your shirt nervously. You were going to be honest with yourself, the argument kept replaying in your mind. Not only did his words hurt you, but your attitude was what killed you. You cared about Ponyboy with all your heart and soul.
You knew that you didnât love him, at least not yet, but you knew that you sure cared deeply about a guy like him. You were too young to know what love was, but if love felt anything like this, you wanted no part of it.
You looked at your watch.
7:55 P.M.
The sight made your breath catch in your throat. The rumble was planned to start in a mere five minutes. You called your friend, deciding not to vent, but instead just talk to her about her day and get your mind off of your boyfriend getting beat to a pulp by a group of much older, stronger Socs. Your friend finally picked up, but your mouth and words betrayed you, telling her all about the nightâs events.
âI just donât get it, Peyton. Why canât he understand the point youâre trying to make?â
You let out a breathy chuckle, âListen brainiac, if I knew why I wouldnât have called you.â
âVery funny. Maybe you should talk to him. But donât you dare feel bad about whatever you said. You were right about everything.â she explained.
âThanks, I apprecia-â you froze, an urgent knock interrupting you, âListen, I got to go. Someoneâs knocking on my door.â
âNo problem. If itâs Pony, remember what I said about you being right. If itâs Sodapop, let me know so I can run over there.â she giggled, hanging up right after.
âMom, Iâll get the do-â
You heard your motherâs gasp after the creak of the front door, âOh my goodness, what happened to you boys?!â
You froze once again. The gangâs all here?! You bounded to the door, your feet moving at such a fast pace that you surprised even yourself. Getting closer and closer, you heard the relentless groans of injured males.
You made it to the living room and nearly fainted at the sight. Your mother was fussing with a first aid kit, making her way to the closest boy. The boys were sprawled out on the couches, but two or three of them were lying on the floor, nearly unmoving.
You took in the view and nearly heaved at the boysâ states. Dallasâ clothes were nearly ripped to shreds, blotched with blood stains. Sodapop already had a black eye forming on his handsome face. The scars on Johnnyâs face opened up, and you winced at that, because you knew those were the scars Bob gave him but you didnât want to press the subject anytime soon.
Two-Bitâs knuckles were extremely bloodied, and his normally greased hair was all over the place. Steveâs leg was looking kind of strange: it was bent in a place you thought shouldnât bend like that, not to mention the fact that his nose was gushing out blood. You looked over at Darry. With his size and strength, it was no surprise that he didnât have a hair on his head harmed. On the other hand, you noticed that he was sweating like an animal, and you could tell by the way he was wincing that he wasnât let off so easily this time around.
If they look this way, imagine Pony. You shuddered at your own thought.
âWhat happened to y-â
Dally interrupted you, âIf youâre looking for loverboy,â he stopped, coughing up a bit of blood, âheâs out on the porch.â
You only smiled sheepishly at him, walking towards your front door. You could feel the gangâs â and your motherâs â eyes follow you. You took in a deep breath, and walked out of the house, closing the door slightly behind you.
âPonyboy?â
A cough came from your left side, âUh, Peyton. Hi.â Your head whipped to the side and you saw your boyfriend scratching his neck nervously, his hair matted on his head, blood dripping from his temple. You could have sworn he had a black eye, too.
You crossed your arms. âYou shouldnât have gone to the rumble.â
âPey, listen t-â
âDonât call me that! You should have listened to me. You should have realized how right I was! Gosh, Ponyboy, you should have. Did you know how worried I was? I thought you were going to die! Hell, you look close to it!â
âPeyton, can we not argue abou-â
âPonyboy Curtis! I have every right to be yelling at you like this, worrying! â you raised your voice at him again, âLord, do you know how worried I was? I donât care about what happened at the rumble right now. Frankly, I donât ever want to know the details.â
You paused, trying to calm yourself and not wake your neighbors, âJust stop and get your stubborn behind inside so I can get you cleaned up.â you grabbed his hand and tried to drag him inside, but he wouldnât budge.
âPeyton?â
âWhat?â you rolled your eyes, turning to look at him. He was looking down at you with a goofy grin, happiness dancing in his eyes.
âI love you, too.â
âYeah, whatever. Youâre lucky you already have a black eye, because I wouldnât have hesitated to square you right in the face just now.â you glared at him, shaking your head.
âGoddamnit Keith, shut your mouth for once so I can put one damn band-aid on your face!â you heard the gang erupt into laughter at that.
You grinned at Ponyboy, âLooks like my momâs a little aggravated.â
He shrugged, âSheâs dealing with Two-Bit. Iâm not surprised.â
On the dally tag, 3rd page there is an imagine that'd about watching the gang play sport and dally showing of his muscles, if you or your followers know where that gif is from (like a movie etc) could you please tell. LOVE THE BLOG BTW BABE
I believe it's from the BTS of The Outsiders! And thank you, doll!
My wifi hasn't been working (currently writing this from my phone. I'm working on the next preference. I'm actually almost done with it so it may be posted tomorrow! :) xo - Sophie
