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Marlboro Nights

Paring: Ponyboy Curtis x Soc! Fem! Reader 

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a sigh couldn’t help but fall from your lips. although, your ears were deaf to the breath; the crowd’s cheering overwhelmed your hearing. the football games that were held every thursday night were starting to bore you. it was the same routine over and over; sitting on chilled bleachers, watching the same toss and catch of the ball, the cheering of the Will Rogers high school’s tigers. you caught yourself several times during the game zoning out until the crowd woke you out of your daze.  however, the shouting and hollering seemed bitter this time. 

your eyes glanced over to the ‘friends’ surrounding you. a snort almost fell out of your mouth; they weren’t friends. hell, you bet they didn’t even know your last name.  

“aye, greaseball, move out the fucking way.” the blonde boy, who sat closer than you liked, barked; he reeked of vodka and sharp cologne; you almost suffocated in the smell that lingered around you. his voice was bitter, slurred slightly, and made your eardrums shake with his booming vibrations. 

 your eyes scanned over to the greaser that was a couple of rows down and who was blocking his perfect view of the cheerleaders in front of the bleachers. the greaser only gave a helpless look at the snickering socs surrounding him before letting out a huff and shuffling over to the barren rows of bleachers, the spot where the chilled wind blew extra hard and where the spruce trees sheltered the view of the field. then, they all went back to their gossiping, bragging, and babbling nonsense like what they had just done to that greaser was nothing. a discomforting feeling of guilt rested in your gut. 

your eyes never left the boy, even when you stood up, they never left; even when you heard the puzzled hushed whispering from your ‘friends’ about where the hell you were going. you were half-way there before regret consumed your body. 

‘reputation, reputation, reputation, reputation.’ was the only word that clouded in your mind. you spun on your heels, facing the still-perplexed group before you spun again. you must’ve looked real silly doing that because it got a snicker out of a nearby girl. 

you gently placed yourself down next to the purple sweatshirt clad greaser. however a word didn’t come out of your lips. you desperately tried to peek over the spruce trees to the football game you actually were trying to pay attention to just to avoid some awkward small talk. you stood straight, tall, and with poise; a cold, pouty tint in your features. you eventually turned towards him, your eyes scanned him up and down. and you swore you saw him swallow a lump of nervousness. your stern features broke when he flashed you a dopey, tense smile. you couldn’t help but give a smile back, but you’ll never know how much that smile hit him; like this sudden burst of sunshine. 

“what’s ya name anyways?” 

his response caught you off-guard. 

“ponyboy?” you repeated slowly. 

“ponyboy curtis.” he confirmed with a slight proud nod. 

“i dig it.” you replied, a pleased smile on your face. those three words hit him like a truck; pretty, clean girls never talked to him, why now?

ponyboy opened his mouth to question , but soon got cut off by your voice. 

“my name’s Y/-“ 

“Y/N L/N” he finished. 

he actually knew your last name, and the one small fact about him just made your lips curl into a bigger smile. 

“your friends are glaring holes in the back of ya head.” he simply stated, twisting his body to see the group’s cocked eyebrows and noses  turned up in disgust at him. 

you let out a chuckle in disbelief, “friends.” you repeated in amusement, “that’s funny.” you muttered under your breath. you bet ponyboy knew what true friends were; greasers always knew. 

he cocked an eyebrow at you, “why’d you come over here anyways?” his voice becoming slightly rough and defensive at the thought of you only coming over here to bully him. he had a stern look in those eyes; those pretty eyes, “now, i don’t wanna start any trouble here.” he glanced between you and your ‘friend’ group. you had been awfully kind to him.. so far. however, he couldn’t trust what your next move could be; embarrassment? insults? your friends jumping him? the list went on. 

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, yet a smirk was on your rosy lips. 

“trouble?” you questioned in amusement, an eyebrow cocked at him, “who said there’s gonna be trouble? i can’t sit next to a cute boy without there being trouble?” 

the compliment caught him off guard. his face softened and his mouth fell agape as if he wanted to say something in return, yet not a single word came out. a word seem to be on the edge of his tongue when the sudden small hit of a popcorn kernel fell in ponyboy’s lap. the two turned around to be faced with a couple of soc boys a few rows up. they were obviously drunk; the way they stumbled down the bleacher’s rows was a dead giveaway. 

“Sup, grease” one slurred out in an overly sweet voice as they settled themselves around  ponyboy, “whatcha doing with this pretty lady? ain’t ya own kind, now is she.” one chuckled out, ruffling up his greased hair. Greaser, that was ponyboy’s kind; a hoodlum, criminal, menace to society, scum beneath your feet. but something about ponyboy wasn’t like that, he wasn’t cruel, or dirty, he was just... ponyboy. 

“you thinking your tuff hair will impress her. why don’t you take her on a date in your mustang?” they mocked him, laughed at him like he was the dirt they walked on. ponyboy didn’t fight back though. he was afraid. afraid of the older boys, afraid of the other socs’ stares, afraid of you seeing his rough side. 

you only avoided ponyboy’s gaze as they hassled him, called him names that made your heart break. you felt it though, his gaze in the back of your head, burning through your skin and into your heart. you felt like shit for being ashamed; ashamed of being with a greaser and for being one of the socs kind. 

the boys gave the poor greaser boy one more stinging slap on the shoulder before stumbling away to harass the next. 

you didn’t dare to shift you gaze back to ponyboy. you felt like crumbling down right next to him, but no, you wouldn’t look at him. the guilt felt too heavy. yet you still looked; looked at the pretty face. you couldn’t understand who would want to ruin something like that. 

“walk me home, will you?” you asked softly. 

ponyboy jumped up from his spot on the bleachers, his fingers running through his splayed hair. 

the walk was uneventful, yet your hand felt tingles when ponyboy reached out to grasp it. 

“good night, pone.” a gentle kiss was placed on his cool to the touch cheeks, which soon heated up to a light pink. you opened the door to the warmth of the home compared to the outside. although it was the warmth feeling in your chest that made you smile like a giddy child. 

tonight was good.

tonight was sweet.

tonight was…absolutely perfect. 

tonight was the last night you talked to ponyboy.

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even though ponyboy told cherry that elvis was better than the beatles, i can imagine him secretly listening to them because he had a crush on a soc girl that was in his art class and he wanted her to like him so bad so he ended up liking typical ‘soc’ things while falling for her

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cherry: if i ever see dallas again i’ll fall in love

cherry upon seeing dallas again: actually go to hell

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ponyboy canons

ok so heres a list of my favorite canon things about ponyboy

- he thinks hes subjectively unattractive

- hes really good at lying

- he talked soda, steve and two-bit into going to church with him and johnny

- it was such a mess he never went to church again

- he has an overactive imagination

- his hair was his pride

- he got mad at johnny for saying he was only 13

- he literally (i kid u not, this pretentious little fuck) said “I’m supposed to be the deep one”

- he’s a pepsi addict

- hes the best shot in his family but he and soda always scared off the game when they were hunting because they were goofing around

- he called himself a “weed-fiend”

- he actually, literally, canonically said “I’d die if I got my picture in the paper which my hair looking so lousy.” (such a drama queen)

- he’s the youngest on varsity track

- he used to have nightmares where he would wake up screaming bloody murder

- he had to repeatedly tell himself to not start crying when he saw johnny in the hospital, not because he didn’t want to cry but because he didn’t want to make it worse for johnny

- he only considered dally his ‘buddy’ after dally saved his life bc pb is literally  high maintenance as hell

- he admits he has a nice body for his age

- he said he’ll fight anyone anytime but he doesn’t like to 

- he once played chicken with curly shepard by holding lit cigarettes against each others fingers because they’re both fucking idiots

- he broke a glass bottle like two-bit to scare some socs away but after they left he started to pick up the glass off the ground because he didn’t want anyone to get a flat tire. 

- the only thing he thought worthy of writing about for his english teacher was johnny and dally  

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If the Curtis’s had a daughter her name would be Mayonnaise.

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Soc!Ponyboy moodboard inspired by @soda-poppin’s headcanons

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hey is no one gonna fucking talk about the fact that ponyboy literally ratted out twobit for smashing the school windows?? he turned in that essay and totally exposed EVERYONE

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AWWWW! this is beautiful!!!

thinking about my favorite brothers from 7th grade english  😌💛

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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🥰🤧🥺™️ gimme song PLEASE

i love u babey here is song 🧸🍒💕

talk too much // coin

she’s gonna leave you // the walters

breakup haircut // danny & alex

waste a moment // kings of leon

dissolve (acoustic) // absofacto

pleaser // wallows

tootimetootimetootime // the 1975

parents house // kid bloom

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*thinks about the rumble in the rain in the Outsiders movie*

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rb this if you’re an outsiders blog! i’m looking for people to follow :)

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have you ever loved a character so much you were like ?????? ? ? ??!??!?!! ! ! !?? ??? how did this happen??? ?? ? ?!???! !!?!??!?!?

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HEY! THATS ME! i’m NUMBA one!

NICE

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i love my curtis brothers :’)

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//tim// is mist on the road in the early morning; a blade in your pocket; scuffs on your leather jacket; the moth on your mirror; scars from cigarette butts

//curly// is smudged mascara; frost on flowers; blue flames; dragging chairs across the floor; goosebumps; freckles dusting your skin

//angela// is toying with your hair; pink bubble gum; empty swimming pools; the wind playing with the hem of your skirt; glitter from your eye shadow on your cheeks

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I can’t believe they made a Ponyboy Curtis action figure!