#Raikan's writings

[raikan624]

More Random Thoughts

Just imagine how Soda would react seeing you asleep with his flannel draped over you

Just can imagine him coming home from working at the DX and seeing you either crashed out on the couch or in his bed

You'd fallen asleep and either had decided to put his flannel over yourself when you got tired because you found it comforting or were too lazy and tired to get a proper blanket Because, y'know, when you get up to do something when you're on the verge of nodding off your body wakes up again and you won't be able to fall asleep or feel that nice, lazy drowsiness in your mind like a fog

anywho,

First thing he'd notice would be that you've got his flannel draped over your torso

Man would swoon Fall in love with you all over again

When you wake up, he'd probably cuddle up to you after your nap and mumble something about how he found it so cute that his s/o had his flannel over themself when they slept

"You were so cute like that, baby. . . You look good with my flannel, hm?"

Y'know?

Then he might try and lull you back to sleep if you were still tired

but if not, he won't mind

just let him cuddle with you for a few minutes and he'll let you get up and putter around the house or get a drink or a snack

Whatever you wanted to do

Just know that he'd want and hope you'd do it more often because damn, he loved seeing something so wholesome after a long day at work

A/N: Might make a proper little short story/oneshot or whatever to this Idk Give me your thoughts please :)

[rivendell-poet]

Trick or treat!!

Could I have Legolas/Reader with a bit of schedule stress comfort?

Thanks so much!!<3

Hi Raikan! Nice to see you again, I thought I recognised your username. Hopefully I managed to get some comfort across <3

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « trick-or-treat »

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 179 words | TWs : None

Looking at the calendar again, you struggle to make sense of everything. A meeting tomorrow at twelve- no, at four. Or are there two with the same person? But then why would you have written it down twice? Struggling to make sense of the hastily written notes, you can feel yourself begin to stress. To panic.

“Meleth nîn?” Legolas’ voice comes from the open doorway, having some concern, and he steps closer. “What is it that troubles you?”

“It’s this-” You look down at the schedule, struggling to articulate what exactly is wrong with it. But Legolas seems to understand, letting out a knowing hum as he looks over it.

“My meeting at four, and yours at twelve?” He questions, and when you look over the writing again it begins to make sense. The little scribbles at the side are his writing, hastily done and poorly scratched out in the ink.

When he sees the understanding in your face he immediately apologises for his unclear labelling, instinctively holding your hand. “I am sorry, my love. I simply didn’t think.”

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Hii 🤗 9, 14, 16, 17 (I hope you don’t mind if I specify a little on this - and I hope it is okay to ask for old time’s sake but- I remember you once mentioning that Akane was to some degree inspired by Blair Waldorf. So I am curious if you’ve ever taking inspiration from Blair’s relationship with Chuck for either Raikane or Erik/Akane [or both somehow?]), 32, 50

Hi!!! I hope you've been well! Thanks for the ask!

9. When you write, do you plan out the stages of a relationship, or just let it flow? Do you have any works where the characters seem to "write themselves"?

Honestly, I just let it flow. Once I feel like I know the characters well, I just start putting them in situations to see what happens. In a lot of my Linzolt works the dialogue flows really easily while I'm drafting.

14. Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you want to write in the future, but haven't yet?

Hmm...I don't think I've really tried the fake dating trope (or if I did, it was so long ago that I don't really remember it), but I'd be interested in doing something with that. I also haven't dabbled in the arranged marriage trope since that Eizan/Nene oneshot I wrote for the SNS fantasy AU, and I'd like to try that again.

16. Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

I love reading a good slow burn, but I personally don't really have the writing stamina for it. I think I generally read the same fic genres that I write, but I probably write a bit more domestic fluff than I read.

17. Did you base [couple] on any existing relationships that you've seen? This can be anything: TV characters, books, even people you've known in real life.

Hmm...maybe a little! It's been years since my last Gossip Girl rewatch (I may have to start one soon), but I think when I first planned the original Portraits of 119 series and slated Akane/Erik as endgame, some aspects of Chuck and Blair may have seeped into their relationship. It was mostly small things like the way Blair was able to kind of cut loose around Chuck, and the way they always seemed to come back to each other. But that all got kind of muddled when Raikane became the fan favorite pair.

32. Do you find it more fun to write soft, domestic romances, or dramatic thrillers?

Soft and domestic has kind of become my brand as of late. However, I do sort of prefer writing lovers in somewhat tumultuous romantic situations rather than established relationships.

50. Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

I spent literal months working on Dissonance, which is my backstory on how Lin and Zolt met and first got involved with each other! I worked on that fic with an awesome beta and artist (who made this lovely companion artwork) and I'm really proud of how the whole project came out!

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[rai735]

Introduction

Hello! My name is Raikan but you can also call me Rai if you'd like :)

I write fanfiction of pre-existing series' or of my own OCs It's all x reader fyi

I go by she/her pronouns

My favorite color is purple

I'm into Lord of the Rings, which will probably be most of my writing on here!

My requests are always open!

I won't write character x OC or character x character because that just isn't my style The only things I write is character x reader and OC x reader The only OCs used will be ones I've created!!

I won't write really long stories because my motivation will quickly dwindle, but I will write imagines, headcannons, blurbs, one-shots, etc.

I'm bad at writing short stories or imagines for smut because I've never written full-on smut before Most you'll get it a hint or implication of it until I'm confident enough to write full-on smut

I'm okay with writing headcannons for smut, though! You'd just kinda have to bear with me for the first few posts if I make any of it

I'm best at writing fluff and/or slice-of-life or domestic scenarios than angst

I will not write incest, pedophilia, adult x minor (including teacher x student), etc.

I have a right to refuse requests; please be nice!

I won't write anything to do with autism or other similar mental disabilities, so please don't request anything like that; I will refuse Only because I don't want to mischaracterize things like that

I'm uncomfortable with making drugs or alcohol main plot points in my writing, so please respect that There will only be very minor mentions of alcohol in anything I write, but never drunk!Character/OC x reader or drunk!Reader x character or high!Character/OC x Reader or High!Reader x Character

Search #Raikan's works for things I've written and search #Raikan's thoughts for silly thoughts I have :)

[raikan624]

Make 'em Pay

Summary: Dally and Reader get into an argument and Reader leaves so he can calm down, but this action has consequences.

Contains: Dallas x Reader, no use of y/n, reader’s gender is unspecified, Tim Shepard and his gang mentioned

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, mentions of violence, Dally may be a bit out of character, Dally calls the reader ‘mine’ once

Prompts: N/A

A/N: This is kinda cringey, mb

You and Dally had gotten into some insignificant argument over something dumb. It got heated quite quickly. You had left to give Dallas time to cool off.

A bit of time had passed, a good hour or two, and you decided that it was alright to go back. You were walking down on the sidewalk, minding your own business and whatever, when you heard the familiar rumble of a car. It stopped nearby behind you and you heard car doors slamming shut. Before you knew it, you were grabbed by some Socs and they had quickly shoved you down to the ground. They had got on top of you and punched you a few times, pulling out a blade and bringing it dangerously close to your face. They all looked similar - all Socs look rather cut from the same cloth than not - with their slicked back hair, smell of English Leather shaving lotion, and tacky, fancy clothes. They’d hit you a few more times real hard and you were out cold.

When you came to, you were laying there on the sidewalk, and you felt a sharp pain thrumming throughout your whole body when you moved. You carefully got up after a minute of just sitting there and processing all the pain in your body.

You stumbled through the streets. Nobody really batted an eye at your state. When you had finally reached Buck Merril’s place, you opened the door, walking through the bar and up the stairs into Dally’s room. When you had hobbled in with forming bruises and a bloodied lip, Dally looked over at you. His eyes kind of widened and he stood from where he was on the bed, muttering a curse or two.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked incredulously, sitting you down and rummaging around for something to clean you up with - something like that. You told him what happened from when you were walking back here and heard what you assumed to be a Mustang behind you to when you limped back here. Dally made a noise mixed between a scoff and a groan - both out of frustration. He left the room and presumably went down to the bar. When he came back, he tossed you an icepack for the bruises, then set down a med kit with disinfectant and some Band-Aids and stuff, along with a clean-looking rag. Well, you hoped it was clean, at least; you weren’t sure that all of the stuff at Buck’s was actually clean. He wet the rag with a bit of water and took your face in his hand, wiping your lip with it and cleaning up the cuts there on your face. That was about all he did to help you, though - he didn’t care much about other people. He was hardened beyond feeling and care. But you could tell he was a bit pissed off by the mean look in his eyes. He didn’t seem too pleased that you’d been jumped.

Dally was grumbling about something, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying other than stuff like, “Gonna find who did this” and “They’ll regret it”, but he sat down next to you on the bed and slung an arm ‘round your shoulder. He let out a light scoff and held you a bit closer. He asked you what the Socs looked like and you did your best to describe them to him, but that was about it. He would damned well make sure that they’d pay for jumping you; someone who the whole town knew was under his protection.

Before you knew it, you were dead asleep. Dally had left to “make a call” or something, and you kind of just crashed out on his bed. Hours passed by like a breeze. Sometimes you drifted in and out of consciousness and you’d hear somewhat familiar voices like Dally’s and Tim Shepard’s and some of his outfit nearby but couldn’t articulate what they were saying, then just fell back asleep.

The next time you came to, there was Tim Shepard and his outfit sitting around nearby, probably some of them downstairs at the bar, too. Music was still playing on the radio - Hank Williams - and there was some commotion down stairs other than the bits of conversation in the room. When your eyes landed on Dally, he was a bit busted up and his knuckles were bloody. You came to realize that the Shepard’s gang was all roughed up, too. Dally had this wild, reckless grin on his face, same with some of the others. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, which garnered Dally’s focus and attention.

“Hey.” He greeted, his eyes trained on you. You mumbled out some form of an inquiry on what happened to them.

“Jumped a few Socs with the Shepard gang, no big deal.” He answered while he was taking care of his battered knuckles. So he’d organized a fight on my behalf with the Shepards, you thought.

Some of Tim Shepard’s buddies gave little snickers and chuckles at the memory of presumably beating the group of Socs real good, but they eventually left to go downstairs to the bar with the rest of their pals, leaving you and Dally alone. You mumbled out some sort of thanks to him as you watched him patch up the cuts on his knuckles and the other minor cuts and scrapes. A few minutes later, he padded over and climbed into the bed next to you, lazily draping his arm over you. He was mumbling something but you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“That’s what they get for messin’ with what’s mine. Should’ve known better..” He scoffed.

@lizzy019 This has been sitting for a while cuz I wasn't sure if I should post it lmao

[raikan624]

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.

[raikan624]

His Hair<3

Prompt: absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x Reader

Contains: Tired/stressed Soda

Warnings: Reader gets called ‘sweetheart’ by Soda

A/N: Sorry this is so short!! I can’t keep track with this, so I’m trying my best to write all of them ;-;

Soda’s hair was so nice and pretty. You couldn’t help but keep your fingers running through the strands whenever you got the chance.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Soda knew it was you even if his eyes were closed just by the way you always played with his hair. He was laying down on the couch, ‘resting his eyes’ after a long day working his shift at the DX - as much as he loved his job, sometimes it got tiring, and today was one of those days.

You sat next to him on the couch and he let you continue to run your fingers through his hair. He even greased it less because he knew you loved to play with it - except for rumbles; man has his hair greased as much as it can be when there’s a rumble that’s going down.

He loved when you played with his hair - it was just so relaxing and he knew he could relax and destress if he needed to around you; he didn’t have to put on a brave face. Honestly, all you needed to do was run your fingers through his hair and he’d forget all about anything that happened between Darry and Ponyboy that they tried to get him to choose a side on.

[raikan624]

Sleepiness

Summary: Sodapop comes home to see something unexpected

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x Reader, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader’s gender unspecified

Warnings: Soda calls reader “sweetheart”, cursing?, tired Soda, once mentioned people being mean to Soda :(, Soda’s the big spoon

Prompt:: N/A

Word Count: 441

A/N: Made a oneshot/drabble of the headcannons from a bit ago! Hope you enjoy :) Sorry it's so short!!

Sodapop had had a long, tiring day at work. He had lousy customers who wouldn’t stop complaining or talking about unrelated things that had nothing to do with him or making remarks about things they shouldn’t have - like how he was far too lucky with his looks and that it was a damned shame he was a Greaser or how the prices were expensive (As if he could do something about that!!) - and it had really got on his nerves (just annoyed, really). All he wanted to do was relax, sit down, maybe have a hot shower, and see his beloved.

The truck engine came to a stop as it was turned off and the truck door could be heard slamming shut. He was finally home. The screen door clattered shut as he entered the Curtis house, shouting an “I’m home!” as he slipped his shoes off, but stopped and fell quiet when he saw you. You were dead asleep on the couch, TV playing awfully quiet background noise, with his flannel draped on top of you like a blanket. His flannel.

He stood dumbfounded for a minute before a wide grin spread over his face with his heart racing and his mind reeling - he swore he was falling in love with you all over again - and he walked over to your slumbering form. The cushions of the couch dipped with the added weight as he climbed over to lay down behind you, draping his arm over your waist and holding you real close, nuzzling his face in your neck.

After a while, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes, you awoke. Your eyes opened blearily and you had the vague notion that someone was lying behind you - as if the way you felt someone’s warm breath fanning over your neck and an arm ‘round your waist wasn’t enough to make that conclusion. You stretched/extended your arms and shifted, bringing Soda’s attention to the fact that you were now awake.

“You sleep good, sweetheart? Y’look so cute with my flannel like this, hm? ‘Should wear it more often.” Soda murmured in your ear.

You gave your response to his inquiry on your nap that was some sort of sleepy “mhm” or “yeah” and lied there on the couch for a few extra moments with Soda clinging to your form. Then, you half-reluctantly got up and did your thing of getting a glass of water or maybe a snack and whatnot, Soda still having that dopey, dreamy smile on his face after seeing you with his (albeit worn and well-loved) flannel.

[raikan624]

Busted lips and stolen kisses

Summary: After the rumble, Soda finds himself being taken care of.

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x reader, no use of Y/n, Reader has no specified gender, Reader sitting on his lap (sfw)

Warnings: Injuries/mention of injuries (not very descriptive), Soda calls Reader baby

Prompts: 17. Holding the other’s chin up, 20. bandaging/stitching up an injury (Technically), 35. Kissing their bruises and scars

A/n: Prompts taken from Here

You were perched on Soda’s lap, wiping his bloodied lip with a damp rag. After the rumble, everyone was sporting some kind of injury whether it be bruises, cuts, busted knuckles, or broken bones.

You had taken it upon yourself to take care of Soda, despite him only having minor wounds; a busted, swollen lip and a bruise on his cheek that was slowly starting to turn a deep purple. You had one hand holding his chin to make him look up at you so you could properly take care of his wounds. Sodapop was looking up at you like a sweet little puppy; his eyes full of love and admiration for your dedication to patching him up.

You tried to be as gentle as you could, but he sometimes still winced at the feeling of the damp rag on his swollen, cut lip. He had his arms around you, hands resting on your lower back as if to hold you steady while you sat there on his lap.

Soda finally broke the silence with a soft statement, “You didn’t have to help me, you know, baby. I can take care of myself just fine. . .”

You didn’t pay his protest any mind and just shushed him, saying something the equivalent to “I wanted to do this for you”, and simply kept doing your job.

Once you had finally finished, you got up from his lap - to Soda’s dismay - to bring him an icepack for his poor swollen and purplish cheek. You pressed the icepack to his discolored and bruised cheek and stole a light, chaste kiss from his swollen, tender lips. He swiftly pulled you back down onto his lap, wanting to keep you there, snaking his arms around your waist once more to secure you there, his hands resting on your lower back.

“Thank you, baby.” Soda murmured, caressing your back lovingly.

It was safe to say he didn’t want to let go of you for the rest of the night.

[raikan624]

Flowers

Summery: Reader buys Darry flowers because he's been stressed lately Contains: Darry Curtis x reader, reader has no gender, 2nd pov writing Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff!!, reader has actual specific dialogue in this, reader is implied(?) to be shorter than him (sorry!!), maybe ooc Darry, very short Prompt: “I bought you flowers”, “for what?”, “there has to be a reason?” Word Count: 240

A/N: Hope you enjoy the first Flufftober drabble!! Felt like Darry needed some love and this prompt screams him, so, yeah! :3 (By the way, I have no clue about flower arrangements and bouquets and what looks good, I just picked a few flowers with romantic symbolism and wham! bouquet, so I’m sorry if it isn’t a good one 😭)

You could tell Darry was home from the way you heard the truck engine come to a stop, and you acknowledged the screen door somewhat quietly clattering shut as you waited for Darry in the kitchen, having forgotten that you left the pretty bouquet of flowers - including moonflowers, white yarrow, and forget-me-nots amongst others - on the coffee table.

You’d decided to buy him flowers because you felt like he deserved a little something since he’s been awfully stressed lately with work and you’d noticed that the days have left him more tired and troubled, trying to get food on the table and pay the bills and put up with the gang when they did something insanely stupid.

”What’s this?” Darry called out from the living room. You padded out from the kitchen, confused for a moment before you remembered that you’d bought him flowers.

“Oh, I bought you flowers,” you told him.

“What for? Our anniversary isn’t coming up for a few more months.”

"There has to be a reason to buy you flowers?” You walked towards him and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, a smile playing on your lips.

Darry instinctively put his hand on your waist and gently pulled you closer to his tall frame, resting his chin on the crown of your head and murmuring a soft “thank you, darlin’,”

[raikan624]

You know how in the book, it says that during the rumble when Ponyboy got the concussion from a Soc kicking him in the head and that when Soda saw, he 'landed all over that Soc', he got so mad that Darry even said he's never seen Soda that angry

Imagine him doing that for you? Like, imagine Socs are beating the crap out of you for whatever reason, either it be in a rumble or they wanna jump you for shits and giggles

And Soda sees this and he just like Sees red Y'know?

I think he'd hurt the Socs so bad it'd be a borderline hospital visit

I dont know

Maybe I'm just being cringey and whatever because I love The Outsiders, but yeah

That's my thought for the day :)

[raikan624]

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

[raikan624]

Late Night Comfort

Summary: Reader comforts Johnny at the lot after his dad beat him

Contains: fluff and comfort, cuddling, Johnny x Reader, no use of y/n, Reader’s gender is unspecified, Johnny is the little spoon :)

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse (Not very descriptive), short and sweet

Johnny had ran over to the lot, his body feeling sore and achy from his dad hitting him, and he was sure that there would be bruises left - if the dull throbbing didn’t already prove it enough. You were there, sitting on the broken down car seat. When you saw him in his familiar denim jacket, somewhat hobbling, you grew concerned, having a hunch on what caused his pain. You stood up, stepping over to Johnny and helping him sit down.

“The old man hit me again. . .” Johnny managed to get out. His parents didn’t give two shits about him and the entire gang knew it. His dad would often beat him or whip him or yell at him, and his mom would holler at him, too. This night was no different to such horrible treatment.

You wrapped an arm around Johnny in a side hug, exhaling. He didn’t deserve to have such horrible parents, you thought.

In the darkness of the evening, you could make out the redness and discoloration on his face, and you knew there’d be more of the same discoloration and forming bruises all over him. You pulled Johnny a bit closer to your side, albeit being mindful and careful with the fact that he probably hurt all over and you shouldn’t be too firm with your hold.

“Could you stay with me tonight.?” Johnny found himself asking the question, not particularly sure why he suddenly requested it - his mouth moved quicker than he could think. You nodded, responding with some version of confirmation and acceptance of his wish to stay with him in the lot for the night.

When the sky grew darker and the desire to sleep became greater, you and Johnny found yourselves lying under the stars on the old, broken down car seat in the lot. Your arms were wrapped around his waist from behind and his back was pressed against your chest. The only sounds heard were your breathing and the possible car driving by. It was peaceful and you both found yourselves drifting off to sleep, worries nonexistent in your minds for now.

[raikan624]

Comfortable Silence

Flufftober Prompt: Person A gently nudging Person B’s knee when sitting next to one another to get Person B’s attention (Ponyboy)

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x Reader

Contains: established relationship, general fluff,

Warnings: possibly ooc Ponyboy, short 'n sweet

A/N: I speed wrote this, so its not edited and might have a few mistakes in it and is really short, mb. Hope you enjoy, though! <3

The bell rang to signify the end of the school day, and after you got your things, you and Ponyboy walked down the sidewalk to get to the Curtis house as the afternoon sun beat down on you both. Ponyboy talked about the movie with Paul Newman in it that he’d been planning to watch and he was saying how he was really excited about it, while you listened attentively.

Once you got to the Curtis house, you took off your shoes and sat down on the couch, Ponyboy grabbing a book he was reading and sitting next to you. You both were in your own worlds, doing whatever and just relaxing.

After a while of this - you being completely zoned out in your thoughts - you were jolted back to reality at the feeling of a light nudge of someone’s knee against yours. You looked over and saw Ponyboy with this dopey, boyish smile on his lips.

“Huh?” You gave a confused look.

“Nothing, just wanted to tell you I love you.” Ponyboy responded, his hand gently grabbing yours while he moved closer to you.

[raikan624]

Warmth

Made(Started + completed): August 13, 2024

Requested? No

Summary: Darry’s had a long day at work, but he melts whenever he’s in your arms. All of his stress seems to go away each time.

Contains: Fluff, Darry x Reader, no use of Y/N, Reader’s gender is unspecified

Warnings: Use of sweetheart, next-to-nothing for dialogue, short and sweet

Darry had just come home from his stressful job roofing. His back ached with soreness from the harsh physical labor. He called out an, “I’m home!” when he walked in the door. He slipped off his boots and made his way into the living room, seeing you, his lover sitting on the couch. You were absent-mindedly watching TV with a somewhat bored expression on your face - that was, until you saw the movement of him walking in from the corner of your eyes. Your gaze softened and you smiled. Darry loved seeing that smile of yours.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greeted you, padding over to sit next to you. A weary sigh escaped him when he sat down, his shoulders heavy with stress and a dull aching pain.

A few minutes later, he reluctantly got up, stepping into the kitchen. You followed behind him, watching as he filled up a glass with water. Darry felt a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a body press against his back. He knew it was you. He melted into the embrace, leaning back against you. He placed one of his large, rough and calloused hands - hands that were rough from the physical labor of his work as a roofer - onto your forearm, gently rubbing his thumb along the skin. His shoulders relaxed in contrast to them previously being tense as he basked in the comforting warmth of your body pressed against his.

How he loved your hugs. . .

[raikan624]

Long days

Started: Oct 5, 5:58 pm

Finished: Oct 6, 6:38 am

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x GN!Reader

Summary: Ponyboy comforts reader after a long day at school.

Contains: fluff, kinda-ish hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is called “angel” twice and “sweetheart” once, fluff, cuddling?

Warnings: Reader lacked sleep & it affected them, bad & probably incorrect descriptions for things 😭

Requested?: no

Word Count: 424

A/n: Hope you like this! Sorry if it seems a bit rushed; I wanted to write something for you guys

As you were at your locker the aggressive rattling of some guy next to you trying to open his own locker was obnoxious in your eardrums and you started to feel a dull pounding in your head. You even half-debated on hitting the guy and making some remark, but you didn’t. You shut your locker after getting your bag and notebooks and you walked down the busy halls to the entrance. Now, you stood on the concrete platform near the doors to the high school and waited for your sweet boyfriend, Ponyboy.

After a few minutes of waiting, he was out as well with his bag and notebooks, wearing his familiar navy blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and his hair all greased. He was just about the only good thing of your day, given that you didn’t have very many classes together other than English, science, and gym; the rest were kind of just tiring and boring without any good friends and a bunch of annoying people in there.

“Hey, angel,” Ponyboy greeted, taking your hand in his own and interlacing your fingers as you both began to walk together. The sun blared it’s powerful rays down upon the both of you. You walked to the Curtis house, the screen door shutting with a bit of a clatter as you walked in and took your shoes off.

You found yourself sitting on the couch in the familiar home next to Ponyboy, a heavy exhale escaping you as you slumped against him, your head falling onto his shoulder. He instantly noticed this and put his palm on your back, “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Woke up real early this morning. . . I think maybe three..” You mumbled.

Ponyboy started to gently run his hand up and down your back, “So that’s why you seemed so tired at lunch and during English class..” He commented — mostly to himself, really. Ponyboy then shifted his arm so it was around your waist and pulled you into him, your body nestled into his, and leaning back on the couch with you. “Get some rest, angel.” He told you.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy, your body relaxing against his as your eyes closed, your head on his shoulder. He was warm and his scent was familiar and comforting - perfect for a well-needed nap.

Sure, Ponyboy would have to explain to Darry when he got home why you were sleeping on him, but he’d understand, right? Either way, it was worth it.