The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Ponyboy Imagine

   "Dammit to hell!" You exclaimed, throwing your book across the room. Ponyboy, who was sitting behind you, jumped.

   "What the hell?" He asked, laughing. You started ranting about how your favorite character had just been found out to be a murderer and how utterly stupid the whole thing was. "Things happen, baby girl. Just finish the book and see what happens." He chuckled.

   Huffing, you got up and retrieved your book from across the room. He watched you with a soft smile etched across his face as you sat back down between his legs and settled back against his chest. Reading with you was one of his absolute favorite things in the world. It was a time, he felt, when the two of you were most at peace. He absolutely adored you, and you knew it too.

   After a few minutes, he set his book down and started playing with your hair. You smiled and turned the page of your book.

   "You're adorable, you know that?" He asked, kissing your cheek. You giggled a little as he softly started kissing your neck.

   "So I've been told." You replied, reaching back to run your fingers through his mop of hair.

   "I love you, baby girl." He whispered, kissing your cheek.

   "I love you too, Pony." You replied quietly. He picked his book back up and started reading again. Eventually, you set your book down and turned on your side, curling up and resting your head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and gently rubbed your shoulder with his thumb as he started reading to you quietly. The soft sound of his voice and the steady beat of his heart eventually lulled you to sleep.