#i think my head is fine but i scraped my knees and they rly sting

[twinknote]

who up blacking out hitting their head scraping their knees on the floor

[rotten-strawberrie]

could u do smth where pony goes to his gf’s softball game and they loose and she is upset but pony comforts her?? love ur blog and i think id be rly cute bc i love pony and play softball bahaha

hii!! thank you so much, I had a blast writing this<33

order for anon: pony comforting the reader after losing a game

genre: fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort

warnings: None that I know of

Ponyboy didn't enjoy being at school any longer than he needed to. He hated the way Socs would stare at him, the band of girls who would start whispering to each other about him always put a pit of shame in his stomach. He just didn't understand them, and he hated that, it made him feel dumb, even weird at times.

All of that was worth it the second he saw your face beaming with determination, your eyes sparkling, and your hair braided. He sat beside you hours earlier while you did it, and watched your brows twitch in frustration when a few strands tangled at the very end. Pony liked to admire people but he loved to admire you.

"Strike two!"

The voice of the announcer rang out, crackling as the wind broke through the intercom. Pony's brow creased as he read the score board, the guest school had been in the lead for the past half hour. The atmosphere in the stands was intense, Pony was thankful in part. With everyone focused so intensely on the game, less eyes were on him.

"Out three!"

The crowd winced.

Pony spotted you, his face immediately relaxing when he scanned your grass stained uniform. That ambitious glint in your eyes brought an amused smirk to his face.

He sat back and watched the next batter up to swing, the final inning... He watched the tan girl clink her shoes, reel back her arms and swing.

Immediately you sprung into action, sprinting after the ball. He always worried about you, you had a tendency to bump into walls, skin your knees, and trip over air.

You went for it, leaping forward in hopes of catching the ball only for it to curve, barely grazing the tip of your glove before you were on the ground, scraping your arm against the prickly field. The only thing drowning out the stinging you felt in your body was the buzzing of the scoreboard.

-♡-♡-♡-

You sat on the edge of the couch in the Curtis house. Darry's already put band-aids on your knees, and put an antiseptic on your arm. Ever the mother, he made sure you had dinner and instructed you and Pony to share the couch.

"Y/n, you did just fine.. You were amazing," Pony sighed, rubbing your back. "Why beat yourself up over it?"

You sighed, scooting back into the aged cushion of the couch. "I just.. If I had caught the stupid ball, maybe we could've won."

He chuckled, not at all fitting for the situation. That was something you'd groen to like about him, he had a strange concept of social cues.

"No way, besides you all those other girls were off today," He scooted over, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His body heat immediately seeping into your skin.

"You think so?" You quirked, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Darry says you're the best player."

You smiled, a soft noise of appreciation buzzes past your lips when his fingers find your hair, starting to play with it.

"I'm his favorite?"

"Don't push it," he smiled, watching you start to doze off on him.

"Stop being so hard on yourself, you hear me?"

"Yes, Pony.."

"Good," he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, "That's my girl."