────۶ৎ Pretty Little Baby, I'm So In Love With You

maybe some hcs of ponyboy with a reader who's like americana coquette? i love your page btw 💓

────۶ৎ pretty little baby, i'm so in love with you

a bunch of headcanons for our favourite greaser acting like a lovesick puppy around Tulsa's prettiest girl!

warnings : canon typical classism, a few slurs/curses.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: i love this sm! i'm such a fan of this aesthetic. Also thank u very very much for your kind words, ur lovely!!<3333

⮞ Pony acts like he doesn’t care when you walk by, but he always notices.

⮞ His pencil stops moving, his eyes flick up, and he chews on his lip like it’s a nervous tic.

⮞ He memorizes the color of her headband every day. Pink on Mondays. Baby blue on Thursdays.

⮞ The day you wore one of those tight checkered tops? He nearly died. He turned redder than the squares in your clothing.

⮞ His school notebooks are filled with little doodles of hearts, curly cursive versions of your name, and once, a whole practice signature of his name + yours. —which Two-Bit found and has never let him live down

⮞ He imagines what it'd be like to go to prom with you.

⮞ His leather jacket over your shoulders. Your her hair all rolled up and nice, and he picks you up on the back of Steve's car.

⮞ Sometimes he zones out in class just thinking about holding your hand. Not even kissing—just pinky brushing pinky and boom, he’s toast.

⮞ Every time you talk to him, his voice cracks or he stammers, which only makes you giggle and he melts like a popsicle on the Fourth of July.

⮞ He never knows what to do with his hands when you're near. He tucks them in his jacket pockets, then takes them out, then scratches the back of his neck like an awkward puppy.

⮞ He starts bringing gum just to offer you one and get one of your smiles.

⮞ He sometimes writes you anonymous poems and slips them into your locker when you aren't looking. He always catchs a glimpse of you reading it, giggling and smiling all wide, with your girl friends all aweing at the note.

⮞ He can never find a believable enough excuse to explain to Darry why he's so giddy when he comes home those days.

⮞ Every time you compliment him—his writing, his hair, his jacket—he turns pinker than the strawberry milk you drink at lunch lol

⮞ When you walk together (always after dark so no one sees), he always walks on the outside of the sidewalk like Soda taught him.

⮞ If another Soc guy so much as glances at you the wrong way, his jaw tenses—but he doesn’t throw fists. He just writes about it on his journal later.

⮞ Once he's caught your interest he starts taking care of himself more.

⮞ He uses more pomade, makes sure his collar’s clean, brushes his teeth twice (even Darry’s like “what’s gotten into you?”).

⮞ He uses a little too much cologne, but it’s kinda cute cause it’s the cheap kind Soda wears and he’s just trying to smell 'good enough' for you.

⮞ He watches you from afar when he thinks you're not looking. In the library, at lunch, even across the lot when you're with your friends.

⮞ You always give him that sweet little wave and he raises his hand in the shyest half-wave like he’s afraid you'll change your mind halfway🥺

⮞ When she talks to Bob or Randy, even politely, he gets so sulky it's lowkey cute lmao😭 ^He’ll literally go smoke behind the bleachers.

⮞ He fantasizes about meeting your parents, wishing he had a nicer jacket and better grades.

⮞ Imagines saying “Yes sir, no ma’am,” while holding your hand under the dinner table.

⮞ His journal? Straight-up a shrine.

⮞ He collects everything you give him. Little scraps of notes you've passed him in class, a flower you once dropped, a napkin with your lipstick mark on it.

⮞ Speaking of lipstick.. Your red lipstick drives him crazy, like crazy crazy. He just wants you to kiss him all over his face and leave a thousand kiss marks on his cheeks and lips so everyone knows he's yours, though he's too shy to ever admit such dreamy little fantasy to you.

⮞ If you cry, he’s done.

⮞ He drops everything and goes straight into panicked-comforting mode. Wraps his arms around you so gently it feels like he thinks you're made of porcelain.

⮞ Your glossy lips, little hair bows, the way you taps your pen when you're bored? It kills him.

⮞ You once asked if you could wear his jacket. He couldn’t speak for a full minute and then just nodded, dumbstruck.

⮞ When you gave it back it smelt like your perfume and he swore he would never wash it again.

⮞ The boys tease him to death.

⮞ Soda ruffles his hair when he sees you walk by like, “That’s your girl, huh?”

⮞ Steve is always acting annoyed about Ponyboy's sappy stuff and always makes comments like: “You gonna write her name in the sky next?”

⮞ Two-Bit actually threathened him with serenading you two with a ukulele.

Ponyboy doesn’t want to steal you from your world. He just wants to earn his place in it.

Clingy!Johnny Cade x Reader

Hello! Could You Do A Clingy Johnny Cade X Female Reader Please? Tysm!❤️‍🩹

Your boyfriend has always been clingy. Though, at first, his clingy-ness was just him wanting to be near you, but now it was a constant want to literally be clinging to you. You didn't mind. In fact, you found it cute. You loved to run your fingers through his hair as he held onto you, his face buried against your neck. You loved to give him the love and affection he deserved and wanted.

Tonight, Johnny was more clingy than usual. His parents had been fighting and he had gotten caught in the crossfire. He had come to your house because he needed you. Your heart broke when you saw him. Such a sweet, caring boy, with a sorrowful expression, tears in his eyes, and a black eye. You had quickly pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around him. He returned the hug immediately, pulling you tight against him, a quietly cried into your shoulder.

You pulled back your head so you could look at his face, into his eyes. His face was wet with salty tears and his breathing was unstable. One of his eyes was surrounded by bruised and slightly swollen skin. You offered him ice for it and he accepted, so you brought him to your kitchen and got him an ice pack. He held it to his eye as you got him water.

Johnny drank it slowly before asking if you two could go to your room. You told him yes, so he put the ice pack away and eagerly walked with you to your room.

Once you were both in your room, you laid down on your bed. He took off his denim jacket and shoes, then got into bed with you. He laid on top of you, his face against the side of your neck, and wrapped his arms around you. You embraced him as well, and placed a hand in his hair.

Now, Johnny sighs as you play with his hair.

"Do you feel better?" You ask him tenderly.

"Mhm. I'm sorry for just showing up like this-" He says quietly.

"It's okay, I like holding you."

He smiles against your neck.

You stay like that in silence for another minute. You keep playing with his hair as his breath on your neck gives you goosebumps.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You eventually ask.

He shakes his head.

"Okay."

Many more minutes later, Johnny's fallen asleep on you. Your legs are falling asleep and you'd like to not lay there for hours, so you very carefully get out from under him. Johnny's a heavy sleeper so you're able to do so. Once he's off you, you get out of bed and then you pull your blanket over him. You gently kiss his forehead.

You sit at your desk and start working on homework that you've been putting off. Time feels annoyingly slow as you work on your boring homework, but soon enough you finish it. Johnny is still sound asleep and now softly snoring. You wonder if his eye still hurts.

The alarm clock on your desk reads 7:48. Maybe Johnny won't wake up till the morning. Quietly, you sneak out of your room to go get a drink.

Some 30 minutes later, Johnny wakes up. He feels for you next to him with his eyes closed but can't find you. So, he opens his eyes, sits up and looks around your room for you. You're not here. But he needs you. He gets out of bed and leaves your room.

You had gotten held up in the kitchen talking to your mom. 30 minutes had passed without you noticing. You decide to go check on him.

You meet each other in the hallway.

"Oh, you're up," you say.

"You left." He pulls you into a hug.

You hug him back. "I was coming back."

He huffs in disapproval. "Can I sleep over?"

"Of course. You don't have to ask."

There's no escaping this hug, his hold on you is too strong. You, however, would like to stop standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Can we go back to my room, love?" You ask

"If you lay with me."

"I will."

He lets you go, grabs your hand, then walks with you back to your room, where you'll cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms.