I Love The Trope Of A Character's S/o Being Upset/hurt And The Character Getting Their Best Friend To

I love the trope of a character's s/o being upset/hurt and the character getting their best friend to deal with the person who caused s/o's pain It just tickles my brain the right way

Introduction + Guidelines

Hi there! You guys can call me Raikan or Rai, I don't have a preference

I go by she/her pronouns

Requests are always open

My favorite color is purple

I like BG3, Skyrim, and Legend of Zelda, but I sadly haven't started BG3 yet (The game is expensive)

I also like listening to music!

I'm currently fixated on The Outsiders and That Was Then, This is Now, but I've only read That Was Then, This is Now, so I probably won't do anything with it

My posts will probably be inconsistent

Search the tag #Raikan's writings for my stories and headcannons amidst the chaos!

Search the tag #Raikan's random thoughts for things that could be similar to my writings or just random things

Allowed:

I will write for The Outsiders, Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer, and My Hero Academia, but mainly just The Outsiders

I will write headcannons, imagines, little blurbs of something, but probably not any big short stories unless I'm really motivated (Sorry!!)

I will write for fluff, angst (I'm not that good at it though), comfort, etc.

I can write for any gender, but I might not be too good at writing male readers, though I will try my best!

Not Allowed:

No smut. I will write suggestive things that may hint at it, but not full-on smut because I'm bad at writing it

I will not write for character x OC, I much prefer my writing to be inclusive on appearance and personality

I won't write inc*st, p*doph*lia, etc.

I have every right to refuse your requests, so please don't be mean

This!!

Chat im just gonna be the one to say it and it needs to be because people are being so creepy abt this.

I HATE. The outsiders AUTISTIC head cannons it’s just weird and I work with kids who are autistic who have autism and other things and it’s like can you guys not like it’s a real disability that shouldn’t be glazed as “CUTE.”

Now if head cannons aren’t corny and actually bringing awareness I wouldn’t care that’s fine but if your making them to be cute. SOME PEOPLE ON THIS APP DO. Get out.

(This is just for the ppl making it weird especially on a03.)

It’s just so disgusting and disrespectful

I love these so much (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

MASTERLIST | moon + stars.

──────── ⵌ LIGHT ...

──────── ⵌ NEUTRAL ...

──────── ⵌ GREY-BROWN ...

( requested by → @lunarwritesthings )

I should do more with the stars and moon pattern . . . pattern banners, anyone?

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜

support me through ko-fi | more masterlist banners →

School Projects

Started: August 11, 2024

Finished: August 12, 2024 Summary: A month long partner project in class. Ponyboy and Reader are paired up and find themselves growing closer as time goes on. . . Contains: Fluff, Second-person PoV, Reader's gender is unspecified, Strangers(?) to Lovers, Reader x Ponyboy, no use of Y/N Warnings: Reader is (at least) decent at writing essays, very little dialogue

You were in your History class, listening to your teacher drone on and on about something you’d started to tune out a while ago by now. Idly tapping the end of your pencil on your desk while your head was resting on your arm, only little snippets of the teacher’s rambling came into your brain like, “assigned partners”, and “month-long project”. The class was quiet, really, with some girls gossiping in hushed whispers, some doodling in the margin of their papers or fidgeting with obvious boredom like yourself, some guys discreetly mocking the teacher and making their friends snicker. Only a few kids actually listened or took notes of what Ms. Thompson was saying. Your eyes scanned the classroom, watching everyone do their own thing, then your eyes went to Ponyboy. You knew him to some degree, but you were really strangers, only knowing what each other’s names were but never really interacting at all. You knew he was a quiet kid, that he was a Greaser, and that he liked to read from what you’d seen, but nothing more than that.

When you finally tuned back in to Ms. Thompson’s ramblings, she said, “I will write the pairs on the board. Once you find your and your partner’s names, you will sit next to your partner and take notes and come up with an essay and a visual presentation, including drawn images and excerpts from text books and other resources on the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and how it impacted society. This project is due a month from now; if it is overdue, you will get an F on it and it will impact your final grade in this class.”

Ms. Thompson began writing the pairs and the instructions on the chalkboard, your classmates either looking at it in anticipation or murmuring to one another, presumably about who they hoped their partners would be. When Ms. Thompson finished writing on the chalkboard, she sat down at her desk and began to work or grade things from other classes, and there were audible groans or excited ‘yes’s from your classmates as they read the list of pairs. You scanned the list for your name, and you were paired up with Ponyboy Curtis. You just hoped that you both could relatively get along.

The students began to go to their partners and began chatting about what they would be doing for the project, how they’d design it, and who’s doing what. Ponyboy soon came over to your desk and pulled up a chair, sitting across from you with his notebook put on the desktop. The awkwardness almost palpable. ”So. . . What should we do for the project?” He asked, awkwardly breaking the silence, opening his notebook to a blank page and jotting down the instructions, due date, etc. ”I don’t know. . . Maybe a tri-fold poster or something?” You suggested. “Sure. We can do that.” Ponyboy replied, jotting it down.

After a bit more discussion, you came to the agreement that Ponyboy would do the art and visual bit of the tri-fold poster and you would write the essay. You agreed to meet up at Ponyboy’s house after school to start working on the project and that would be the main plan for meetups unless you both went to the library or something.

You walked with Ponyboy after school to his house, and you went to his shared bedroom and began studying, having taken out a few history books on the time period of the Roman Empire and the rise and fall of it, etc. You both started working and were chatting together. You found out that Ponyboy is actually a really nice guy; that he enjoyed watching sunsets, about his family life, and he found out more about you in turn. You both started to bond over time as you both worked on this project, and when you finished writing the essay you began to help him with the tri-fold poster and wrote down excerpts from the resources you had and maybe adding the occasional drawing or detail to the poster or maybe helped him with coloring it.

Before long, Ponyboy had started inviting you to hang out together outside of working on the project, like going to Dairy Queen together or maybe walking around town together, and you had quickly become friends with him. It was great. Ponyboy was a great friend and a great partner for projects, albeit you started to get a warm, almost fuzzy feeling around him; finding yourself looking at him for a few moments more than the casual glance in classes, taking in the details of his appearance. . .

Time flies by, and that definitely applied to the month to do the history project. You’d finished and the due date had come up quickly, but you both were content with how the final result came out. You’d ended up doing a small presentation for the tri-fold poster, along with your other classmates for their own visual presentations. Some kids even went to the lengths of making a class interactive bit and made handouts for the class. You’d ended up getting an A on the project, which you were both proud about, obviously.

You decided to hang out together over the weekend and went to a local diner that had affordable, cheap prices, and you’d had a good time there with him like always.

Once it got later, he walked you with you home and the walk was relatively quiet, only minimal talk happening between the two of you.

After a bit, Ponyboy had broken the somewhat comfortable silence by saying, “Hey, uh, can I tell you somethin’?” with a bit of a shy look in his eyes. “Yeah.” You answered him, looking over at him while you waited for him to tell you whatever he wanted to tell you. You’d gotten pretty close to your house by now.

“I, uh, really like you. A more-than-friends kind of like.” Ponyboy admitted.

You stood there for a moment, processing the new information while he waited for your response with bated breath. He had a crush on you. . .

“I really like you, too, Ponyboy. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.” You told him, to which he let out an exhale of relief.

You both kept walking back to your house, and when you finally got there, you stopped at the front of your house, pulling away from Ponyboy and going to back into your house before you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, “See you on Monday, Ponyboy.” You told him, then turning and walking into your house, leaving Ponyboy struck dumb with a lovestruck smile on his face as he watched you open the front door and go in. He couldn’t wait ‘till Monday. . .

Sorry if this is bad; I'm a bit rusty because I haven't done any writing - let alone romance writing - in ages (╥﹏╥) Requests are open :)

Sodapop x male! reader hadcannons! Requested? Yes :)

summary: Headcannons about how Soda and Reader met, dating stuff, etc.

A/n: Hope you like this :) I tried my best

Romance/dating Headcannons:

You first met at the DX

He was the cashier

your eyes met and he knew he was feeling something for you, based on the way his heart fluttered :)

After that, he anticipates whenever you return, which also makes him happier whenever you do come by the DX

Finally grew the balls to ask for your number after a few weeks

When you gave it to him, he was so happy but tried to be casual about it

If he was having a bad day that day, it suddenly just became significantly better

Yapping to Steve about it

Next thing he does is ask you out on a date

Maybe to a local diner or to the movies

He's hesitant about talking to you to the gang because gay people would've been shunned back then

After a few months of dating, he finally does introduce you to the gang

they're a bit on the fence with you at first, but do warm up to you once they see how happy Soda is around you

Sometimes if he has the money, he'll take you to go watch rodeos with him

He seems like a physical touch kind of guy

Definitely loves cuddling

He'll give you kisses randomly out of nowhere just because

He's a little hesitant about PDA just because of people being homophobic and whatever (he doesn't want you to feel insecure or get shunned for being gay)

He does learn to not care as much about it as time goes on though