bandage ✨ ponyboy

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this was requested by 1-800-ponyboy
i hope you enjoy, ive never written an angst x reader before. sorry if it sucks. :)

"ponyboy, come here a second!" darry repeated. ponyboy was in his room, reading gone with the wind, ignoring his older brother. lately, darry had been acting tougher on him, leaving pony with stress he didn't need.

the discipline hadn't started until ponyboy had met y/n. it wasn't her fault. they were in love. pony knew darry thought y/n distracted him from important things, but he told himself nothing would happen. no, he wouldn't go that far to make pony break up with y/n.

"ponyboy, i ain't telling you again!" darry's voice rose. ponyboy slammed his book against the floor, storming to the door. he twisted the knob and walked with a fast pace to the small living room.

"why haven't you been answering me, ponyboy? i thought i told you to stop living in a vacuum? remember that? why haven't you been acting the same? is it because of your girlfriend? she been changing you for the worse pony. why can't you use your goddamn brain? it's there for a reason, kid!"

at this point, ponyboy wished he had y/n or sodapop to defend him. but he didn't really care. but, he did care about what darry said, though. living in a vacuum? because of his girl? darry said pony was living in a vacuum after johnny died. and dallas. the memories of the church, dairy queen, gunshots, and court came flooding back to ponyboy.

"if anything, y/n is the best thing to happen to me. and don't say shit like that darry, she ain't changing me for the worse."

ponyboy turned to walk out the door, slamming it behind him. as he walked off the porch, he didn't look back. he couldn't look back, because he didn't want to look at darry. to see how darry's cold eyes watched him, the sorry, pitiful look in his eyes. he was sick of darrels voice yelling and apologizing, yelling and apologizing, yelling and apologizing. he was done. he wasn't going back. not now.

as darry yelled for him to come back, ponyboy started running towards y/n's house. after he ran for what seemed like miles, he started to walk.

. . .

it was late at night, giving ponyboy horrific memories that were made late at night previously in his life. as these thoughts filled his mind, he arrived at y/n's house and walked to the side of her home. he opened her window without knocking, he wasn't thinking. well, he was, but not about privacy.

"Holy sh-Ponyboy? What are you doing up this late? What time is it? How did you ge-" y/n slurred, for pony had just waken the sleeping beauty.

"We're running away, at least for a weekend. I can't stay here no more. i need a break and i need you there with me." pony's voice cracked. "we live in a nasty world, y/n, and it ain't ever gonna change if we don't leave."

y/n was speechless. pony walked over to her bed, a tear slipping down his cheek, but a tough expression still shown on his face. they just hugged and eventually y/n started crying too. they wiped each others tears, kissed, and held eachother. a few minutes later pony stopped crying.

"let's go" he said.

"just for the night, okay?" she said with a slight smile and a tear still coming out of their eye. somehow, she alway looked beautiful, even when she cried.

"can i spend the night?"

"my parents would never let me have boy over, but i'll sneak you in."

they both smiled at each other, leaning in, kissing each other like they had never before. it was passionate. it lasted what seemed like forever.

he pulled away, smirking and led y/n to the window. they both walked out.

"you know you never told me what time it is?"
y/n said smiling like an absolute idiot.

"does it really matter, darling?" he replied.

she looked up at his face, the moonlight shining ever so brightly on his features. the way his eyes sparkled even in the dark made y/n fall even more in love with him. he looked down at her, making them change their gaze. ponyboy just chuckled and said, "you know, i've got a lot on my mind, can i please talk to you about it?"

"of course you can, ponyboy." she replied.

he frowned explaining how he was having ptsd from the nights of his life filled with the deaths of johnny and dallas. how he had nightmares about his parents funeral. how darry was yelling at him more again. of his grades plummeting. how he wished he was like sodapop. how he wished he had more friends and more money. how he wished there would be no more fights.

"i hate this place. i need to leave." pony said sitting on the curb beside him, trying to stop the teardrops from escaping.

y/n listened to him, sitting by his side, holding his hand and rubbing his back in circles. she was yet again, speechless. she put her head on his shoulder looking up at him.

"and i know, i'm not tough. i try to be. i'm a hood. i'm a greaser. i don't know why i'm crying. johnny and dally was pretty tough. you would have liked 'em." pony kept talking and talking, but y/n didn't mind.

after he stop jabbering, y/n said, "ya know, ponyboy, i love you. i know how you feel. i haven't experienced some of the things you have, but i know it's all hard to process sometimes. it feels like the world is... is... against you. you dig?" he nodded, "but just because bad things happen doesn't mean good things can't happen too. trust me, things will get better. time heals."

he was staring straight into her eyes, admiring her beauty. he half smiled and said, "i know. it's just hard, and it's like... you've healed me. youre like the bandage to my cut."

y/n started laughing and pony was startled. "what's so funny?" he smiled.

"you take things so literal, it's real cute, ponyboy."

they both ended up walking to a drugstore and climbed to the roof to stargaze. then, they walked to y/n's house and cuddled in her comfy bed. they talked their mouths off, talking about their future and where they would move away from Tulsa. They occasionally started kissing or tickling each other until they drifted into a deep sleep.

word count: 1,133
stay gold ✨
i might make this into another book cause it's real cute. also thank you for 1,000 reads.

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