The Outsiders Preferences, Imagines, and Ships

Preference 28

~You Feel Insecure~

Ponyboy: You were looking through the magazines when every page you turned saw twig skinny models. You couldn't help but look at their figures and compare yourself to them. You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. You just pinched your stomach and look at your thighs and basically just pick at every body part. You start to cry and you sink to the ground. Pony must've heard you cause he came zooming into the room.

"Oh babe, what's wrong?" He said sitting next to you

"Pony....do you think I'm...I'm fat?"

Pony furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"Absolutely not! Where did you get that idea?"

"It's just...these girls in the magazine. They're so perfect and I'm so...Me"

"Those girls in the magazines are far from perfect. You're the most perfect girl in this world. I bet if you look up the definition of perfect...your name would pop up"

You smiled and lightly punched him.

"You're not even fat. Being you is why I love you. You have the most perfect body, the most perfect smile, the most perfect eyes, you're just all around perfect. You're so beautiful, don't bring yourself down like that."

You smiled and nodded. Pony wiped your tears and pulled you in for a hug and kiss.

Sodapop: Every since you first started visiting Soda at the DX, you always saw girls flirting it up with him. It didn't bother you at first but every time you saw girls flirting with him, the more it bothered you. Not only just them flirting but majority of the girls were drop dead gorgeous...which made you insecure. Soda is so sweet so of course he can't be rude to them and tell them to fuck off. You actually went and bought yourself a cute summer dress and spent time doing your makeup and curling your hair. You were always wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt or flannel. You thought if you dressed up you would feel more pretty than the girls that come into the DX.

You walk into the DX, which makes the bell at the door go off.

"Hello, welcome to....(y/n)?"

You tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled.

"Yeah baby, it's me"

Soda looked confused and in awe at the same time.

"(Y/n).....are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You said taking a seat next to him.

"Well because you're wearing a dress, you put on more makeup than usual, and your hair is curled. Which rarely happens...why are you all of a sudden dressed up?"

"What? I can't be dressed up for once?"

"You hate dresses, you hate them because you don't like showing your legs. You don't like wearing too much makeup cause you hate the cake feel on your face, and you hate curling your hair because you hate how long it takes...I know you like the back of my hand, so what's up?"

"...okay, you got me. I mean look at all those girls that come in here and flirt with you, they're gorgeous."

"They're not, you are. You're more gorgeous than Marilyn Monroe. I love you for you, not because of how you dress or how you wear your hair. You're beautiful just the way you are and I love your skinny jeans, t-shirts, flannels, and converse with holes in them. Just don't think of yourself so badly, you're perfect okay?"