Even More Random Thoughts/Headcannons

Even More Random Thoughts/Headcannons

Johnny edition!! :D

Reader's gender is unspecified as always :)

Imagine you and Johnny were in a relationship

₊⊹∣ He'd definitely share his jean jacket with you

₊⊹∣ If you offered him the option to go to your house for the night, he'd take it if you were insistent enough and when you've already been dating for a while

₊⊹∣ If you had work or school, he'd definitely walk with you

₊⊹∣ He's got nothing better to do, really

₊⊹∣ Given that he most likely dropped out or something because the teachers thought he was too dumb to understand anything that was being taught

₊⊹∣ He just needed to have it explained to him so his slow brain could get it :(

₊⊹∣ His teachers were probably so mean to him tbh

but anywho,

₊⊹∣ he'd walk with you to and from school or work and perhaps hold your hand as well

₊⊹∣ He would probably be a bit shy with PDA because he's so quiet and shy and nervous and whatever

₊⊹∣ But in private, he'll get bold enough to give you a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a chaste kiss on the lips if you're lucky

₊⊹∣ Most times all he does for PDA is wrap an arm around your waist, hold your hand, link your pinkies, or a hand on your back, maybe a kiss on the cheek when nobody is looking

₊⊹∣ But that's mainly just around the gang

₊⊹∣ The most he'll do outside of being with the gang is put his hand on your back or hold your hand

₊⊹∣ He loves, loves, loves if you run your fingers through his hair

₊⊹∣ comfort him after a rumble or dealing with his parents please ➵ he needs it you can't deny it

₊⊹∣ He'd literally be so nice to you

₊⊹∣ Your back is sore for whatever reason? You best believe this man would be (albeit kind of awkwardly) rubbing your back and encouraging you to take it easy

₊⊹∣ You need a shoulder to cry on? He's right next to you, don't worry

₊⊹∣ You're nervous about something? He'll reassure you that you'll do just fine

₊⊹∣ For those who bleed once a month - you've got a stain on your pants/skirt/shorts? He'll wrap his jacket around your waist and might steal something sweet for you or get you Aspirin to take

To whoever requested the Ponyboy x cuteness aggression/biting love language!Reader:

I'm so sorry but I don't think I'll be able to write it because I don't want to mischaracterize the Reader and how they act and how cuteness aggression/biting love language is because I want my writing to be as accurate as possible and as enjoyable as possible for whoever reads it Again, I'm sorry!!!

Ok I'm sorry but if I see one more story labeled x reader and when I go to read it your fugly ass OC named 'nicole' or 'bridget' are in there IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND! THAT IS NOT X READER! I know some of you could say "well just switch it out with your name"

NO I WILL NOT! ITS ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE OF FALSE ADVERTISING! STOP IT!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

And if you are one of the people that does this... I will find you and it will not be pretty

No hate to you if your name is nicole or bridget those re just examples

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 - GN! Reader - 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 :)

Space

Summary: Darry and Reader argue, so Reader gives Darry space, but Darry misses Reader’s presence

Contains: Darry x Reader, no use of y/n, reader’s gender is unspecified

Warnings: Mentions of arguing/fighting, Reader is called sweetheart, Reader has one specific/explicit line of dialogue, maybe one uncharacteristic line from Darry, bittersweet stuff

Prompts: “person a being mad at person b, so person b gives them some alone time. only to find person a trying to drag them back to bed bc they miss person b’s presence.” (@/keyotosprompts)

Requested? No

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a little while cuz I wasn't sure on if I should post it, enjoy :) It's short, mb

You and Darry had gotten into a bit of a disagreement, and it got a bit heated because he was already stressed and sore from work and he kind of just took out said aggression on you and the disagreement you had. Because of this, you had come to the decision to just leave Darry alone to give him time to cool off and destress, and went for a walk around town for a bit, also taking it as an excuse to run a few errands.

Once you finally came back, you set down a bag or two of groceries you had gotten while out onto the kitchen counter, and began to unpack them. The house was almost unnaturally quiet. It was the evening. Sodapop was on a date with Sandy and Ponyboy was out at the movies with some of the gang, but you weren’t sure on where Darry was.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned your head when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. It was Darry.

“’M sorry about earlier, sweetheart. . .” He murmured.

“I thought you wanted some space.?” You asked, pausing in your unpacking of the groceries.

“I don’t need space, I need you.” He replied, huffing out a big, tired, and heavy exhale of breath against your skin.

You had finished unpacking the groceries in a few minutes, with the help of Darry, and you were now sat down on the couch while Darry was sitting in his chair.

Your disagreement from earlier had been over something trivial; Ponyboy’s grades. Ponyboy had gotten a B- on his latest assignment in math and Darry wasn’t too proud of him. You knew that Darry was only wanting the best for Ponyboy, but he was also trying too hard to make something out of him. You had defended Ponyboy and said some version of that it was just a B- and Ponyboy has his own strengths in certain subjects and weaknesses in others, but Darry still got frustrated about it. He had hollered at Ponyboy some, and was awfully stern with you, saying, “He’s my kid brother and I can be as harsh to him as I want to!”

After the fact, it was now a bit awkward; quiet. You were kind of just waiting for Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home so you could all go to bed and relax for the night.

Within the next little while, Ponyboy and Sodapop had come home, walking through the door and chatting for a bit. Soda and Ponyboy went to their room for the night a bit after and you guys did the same. Darry was lying in bed behind you, one of his big, muscular arms draped over your waist, his body close to yours.

“I know I can be a bit harsh on Pony. I just want the best for him and I want him to do good.” Darry murmured to you out of the blue. You knew he wasn’t very emotional, and he also didn’t apologize too much, so this really was out of the blue. “Just. . . Whenever we fight, don’t assume I want to be alone after..” He let out a sigh, subconsciously holding you a little bit closer under the covers.

hiiii!! r u able to do some sort of dally x male reader, preferably like hurt/comfort? love ur writing btw!

For sure!! If you want any extra details (stuff about reader, type of hurt/comfort scenario, etc.), just let me know so I can incorporate them into it when I write it!