hitcoco

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this is so real loooool

I’m tired of feeling like im fucking crazy. that lyrics is deep rotten in my soul

have i mentioned im in love with dallas winston? 🤱

peeyew.. being a weirdo with a pedophile kink gets to a point… try medication for me. thanks.

their friendship is my roman empire…

Imagine being grabbed by the face like this by Al

i think a big difference between johnny and ponyboy is that while theyre both thoughtful, pony is prone to fantasy and escapism and johnny is more... observant? like johnny thinks about things as they are vs pony who thinks how he wants things to be/feels they are.

"Wow, you talk about that character a lot" I want to fuck him.

my mood currently ୨ৎ

sodapop was for sure one of those babies that was 1000% reaction dependent. dude would fall down a flight of stairs and be completely fine until mama curtis ran over and started fussing over him and suddenly he’s broke his leg in ten places—at least he’s crying like that’s what happened. mr. curtis would just pick soda up and make funny faces at him and he’d be fine within seconds.

dude was an attention whore, but that’s okay, it’s a middle child thing

“yume-” just be normal and say you read fanfics weirdo

nothing more real

and when they're exhausted, that’s the end for my fucking nurse complex (not a good thing, trust me)

anyway, i have a long list if you're not satisfied.

ugh school again tmrw </3

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.

could you do johnny cade x fem reader

johnny comes back from a rumble and reader cleans him up and etc... 😼

────۶ৎ patching up

your boyfriend got into a rumble, uh-oh! quick, choose what to do!

warnings : canon typical violence & classism, pure tooth-rotting fluff!

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: caring for johnnycakes' wounds after a fight, coming right up ma'am!

The first knock on the door is timid. The second is louder. The third sounds like someone’s leaning their whole weight against it, and that someone has definitely lost the ability to care about the sanctity of sleep.

It’s 2:07 AM.

You shuffle down the hallway, wrapped in your favorite robe, hair in a lazy braid, blinking through sleep. The porch light flickers as you swing open the door-

-and your heart drops straight to your toes.

There stands Dallas Winston, all crooked teeth and bleeding knuckles, looking like he got into a brawl with a brick wall and only barely won. And half-slumped beside him, leaning on Dally’s arm with the quiet desperation of a boy too proud to ask for help, is your boyfriend.

Johnny Cade.

His lower lip’s split, his right eye’s puffing up like a blueberry, and his poor knuckles are raw and scraped to hell. He looks like he’s been through a tornado, a bar fight, and an exorcism all in one night—and your chest goes tight.

“What the hell?!” you gasp, grabbing for Johnny immediately, one hand to his cheek, the other catching his wrist.

Dally barks a laugh, stepping aside so you can usher Johnny in. “Chill out, sweetheart. We won.”

“Won? Won?!” you snap, eyes shooting daggers at him as you guide Johnny to the couch like he’s made of porcelain. “Are you insane, Dallas Winston? You look like someone ran you over with a damn Ford! And Johnny-”

Johnny blushes. The tips of his ears go pink, his gaze glued to your floor like it might swallow him up and save him.

Dallas just smirks. “Don’t go blaming me, doll. Your little boyfriend over here—” he gives Johnny a hearty slap to the back that nearly knocks the poor boy over “—started it.”

You spin toward Johnny, mouth open, scandalized. “You started it?!”

Johnny mumbles something that sounds like “He looked at me wrong,” and you can’t even process it before Dallas is already halfway out the door, throwing a wink over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your mating season. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“DALLAS—!”

Too late. The door slams behind him, and it’s just you and Johnny and the soft, steady beat of your heart trying not to explode.

You sigh, turning back to him.

“Alright, Mr. Rumble Royale. Get your butt to the bathroom. I’m getting the first-aid kit.”

Johnny opens his mouth to argue—but you give him that look, the one that says Don’t test me, Cade, and he shuffles off in silence, cheeks aflame.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s sitting on the toilet seat, shirtless, with a towel over his lap and that helpless baby deer look in his big brown eyes as you dab at the dried blood on his cheekbone.

“Ow-ow, babe, easy!”

“I am being easy,” you mutter, dabbing extra carefully now. “You know what’s not easy? Watching my boyfriend get dragged into my house by a human cigarette burn in a leather jacket at two in the damn morning.”

Johnny chuckles, then winces. “Sorry.”

You kiss his temple. “You better be.”

You trail kisses across his cheek, featherlight and sweet, every brush of your lips an apology for the sting of the disinfectant. Johnny sighs into them, leaning into your touch like a flower turning toward the sun.

He’s so warm. So boyish. So broken-in and soft and yours.

“Starting fights, huh?” you murmur between kisses. “That how it is now?”

“He shoved me when Dallas n'I were walkin',” Johnny huffs, eyes low. “Didn’t even say sorry. Just laughed. Like we were dirt. I wasn’t gonna let him get away with it.”

You pause.

“You’re such a silly one,” you whisper, stroking his hair back. “Since when does it bother if socs think you and Dally are trash, huh?”

Johnny goes red as a cherry soda. “since I started goin' out with you”

“that so?” you hum, a smile on your lips, kissing the tip of his nose.

You clean his knuckles next, brushing over every scrape and bruise with warm water and even warmer hands. He hisses when you touch a particularly bad one, but you kiss the pain away immediately, letting your lips linger on his skin.

“You spoil me,” Johnny breathes, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good. You deserve to be spoiled.”

You rub ointment into the bruises on his ribs, careful and reverent, and he melts under your hands like butter on a summer sidewalk. He’s quiet now. Humming. Drowsy. A sleepy little housecat being doted on.

“I love you,” you whisper. “So much. Even when you act dumb. Especially then.”

“I love you too,” Johnny mumbles. “If getting my ass kicked gets me this, I’m gonna pick fights every week.”

You smack his shoulder—gently. “Johnnatan Cade, don’t you dare.”

“Can’t help it,” he grins, dazed and golden. “I just like when you take care of me.”

The most “boys will be boys” things the gang do

• Steve, Soda, Dally, and Darry stay walking around half naked, ESPECIALLY in the summer. Their shirts are never on. Soda’s jeans are unzipped half the time smh

• as much as they really really try, the Curtis boys are known for leaving their dirty laundry everywhere 😟 no matter how messy they can be though, Two-Bit’s room will always be exponentially worse

• one time Steve and Soda wanted to see who could eat the most chocolate cake so they each ate a whole half of a cake and threw up later

• Johnny do not be washing his clothes 😭😭😭 it’s rly not his fault but Darry will offer to wash up some of his stuff with Ponyboy’s and Johnny will be like “no thank you it’s not that bad 🙂” bros jean jacket probably carries the plague

• they literally don’t stop eating. It’s canon that the Curtis brothers all have big appetites, everyone else is just as bad. Most of their money goes to groceries bc they literally just eat and eat

• Ponyboy tries to lay in bed directly after track practice before showering bc he’s tired and Sodapop is appalled

• so so so many wrestling and football injuries. Pony’s always tripping and falling face first. Steve is a fucking pincher when they’re wrestling so Soda and Two-Bit always have little ass bruises on them from him 💀 during football Johnny is really good at slipping between people bc he can be pretty quick but one time he managed to take Steve down with him and they knocked their heads together

• Dally unfortunately enjoys driving around and yelling obscenities when he has Buck’s car. No one is off limits. He’ll trail behind Johnny and be like “ay what that mouth do” and Johnny just lets out the most defeated sigh

• Ponyboy and Curly were each other’s first kiss “for practice” and didn’t rly think much of it until they realized they’d only been kissing each other even tho they didn’t need practice anymore and never tried to get w anyone else 😭😭😭

• if Two-Bit sees any kind of animal worth catching in his mind like an armadillo or some shit he will indeed try to catch it and bring it to the Curtis house and Darry is just like if you don’t get that damn armadillo off my porch

Anyway I love these sillies even tho boys are gross 😒

horror sub-genres: gothic

matt dillon rolling down the window to talk to the cops you’re my favorite genre

yessss

Do you think the roofers at Darry’s work call him “the kid”?

“suddenly it wasn’t only a personal thing to me. i could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. i could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn’t believe you if you did. it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore. it was important to me.”

Can you do an outsiders y/n where the gang's (separate) partner has face piercing e.g lip or eyebrow

Summary: The Gang with Reader with a face piercing. Warnings: none Author's Note: piercing my helix by myself at home with conservative parents, do you think they'd notice or do i have till next summer. PONYBOY CURTIS thinks your septum is sick, he loves how it ties your whole look together and how you always pick one that represents you perfectly. He'll pick out his favorite jewelry for you to wear on specific days and he likes picking out an outfit to match. He would probably not get a piercing like you, he's a little afraid of needles and doesn't think that they would look as cool as they look on you as him. JOHNNY CADE was genuinely intimidated by people with face piercings, he thinks that it's pretty brave to stick a needle through a part of your face. He loves your eyebrow piercing, he thinks its super cute and it makes your eyes stand out more, which he thinks are beautiful. He always likes to pick up little jewelry that you might like when it reminds him of you. For your birthday he got you (along with other thoughtful gifts) a pretty little floral eyebrow piercing bar with your favorite flower on it. SODAPOP CURTIS has always wanted a piercing but was turned down by Darry. Plus he's a little hesitant to piercing himself because he too is scared of needles and 'messing up his perfect face'. He kind of lives through you and admires your jewelry. He likes to pick out jewelry that would match your outfit and his outfit for you to wear. STEVE RANDLE thinks your lip piercing is so sexy and he tells you that all the time. He likes getting you jewelry that you can experiment with, something that's unusual and not some basic lip ring. You can tell he put effort into each detail because he explains his thought process behind it all. He thinks your piercings are part of your personality and would be really sad if your took them out without a distinct reason. TWO BIT MATHEWS has always wanted to be heavily pierced, (secretly, his mom would freak), but he has such a bad fear of needles. If you are actively piercing your face, he will be there, but he wont watch. He's suprised at how little you said it hurt, but that wont stop him from being super afraid of needles still. He likes seeing what you choose as your jewelry, all he does is find you a bunch that you might like. DARRY CURTIS is, suprise suprise, more conservative. He isn't exactly turned off by the piercing, but it certainly is new to him. He thinks the piercing is cute and suits you, so much so that he starts to realise that he can't imagine you without it. He doesn't involve himself much in your personal attire, but if you ask him to buy a piece of jewelry for you, he most likely will. DALLAS WINSTON thinks the piercing makes you look hot. He doesn't try to show it and he's constantly (gently) touching it, just to see how it works. He's starting to convince himself that he needs a piercing or something but he's scared it wont look as good on him as it does on you. He likes it when you wear jewelry that matches his dog tag or rings he thinks its a subtle act of affection, which he is best at.