” you’re my coney island baby ! “ ₊˚ 🤍 ۫
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” you’re my coney island baby ! “ ₊˚ 🤍 ۫
ֶָ֢ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𝐤𝐢𝐚 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 | 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐭
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how it feels telling a joke u thought was so funny only for nobody to laugh at it
me when i say “balkan rage + jamaican smile + still water + lunchly + talk tuah + german stare + mango phonk + adrenaline + noradrenaline + jonkler laugh + winter arc = those who know 💀”
frat bro ! dallas winston hcs ౨ৎ˖ ࣪⊹
quick little modern day headcanons that i’ve been thinking of .. also i’m so sorry abt how slow i’ve been with requests ! ₊˚⊹
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general hcs :
THE ultimate nonchalant frat boy
the only clothing items he has in his closet are tank tops, nike shorts, some snapback hats, and a pair of yeezy slides
when he first pledged, his frat forced him to make tiktoks with soda and steve dancing to audios
HE WAS SO UNENTHUSIASTIC.
like go girl give us nothing !!
but all know that secretly, he loved doing all those stupid little dances
he LOVES hazing the freshmen
one time he started a fight club and made all the pledges fight eachother
the loser had to take a shot
unfortunately, the whole fight club did not last very long .. :(
he refuses to drink white claws or twisted teas
or any sweet alcohol, for that matter
“i don’t drink that pussy shit. in this frat, we shotgun beers like real men.”
he’s assigned to kick any unwanted people out of the parties
gosh .. all of this partying just to have a 0.42 gpa
he tries to convince everyone that he STRICTLY listens to rap
he’ll play drake, 21 savage, future, and travis scott whenever he’s in front of people
then he’ll make disgusted faces and fake gagging sounds whenever a taylor swift song plays
but when it’s just him, he’s BLASTING taylor swift
he belts all the lyrics to don’t blame me despite how tonedeaf he is
sometimes two will walk in on dal while he’s singing
”okay, justin bieber,” two slow claps his way into dal’s room. “you should really go on america’s got talent, y’know. you’ve got the voice of an angel.”
”GET THE FUCK OUT, TWO!” dal swings an empty can at two’s head, hitting him on the way out
dating hcs :
surprisingly amazing at beer pong?
he forces you to be his partner every time you guys play
once the two of you win, he celebrates with a makeout session in front of EVERYONE
it’s safe to say that no one’s ever challenged you to beer pong after your 5th win with him
if the making-out doesn’t make your opponent quit, his taunting will
when he scores, he starts beating his chest and screaming “YOU DONT KNOW ME, SON! YOU NOT LIKE THAT, LIL BRO!”
he’s a sappy drunk. you can’t convince me otherwise
“mmphh.. doll, why ya so far away from meeeeeee? come closer, i miss yoooouuuuuu..” dal’s words are slurred, his cheeks flushed with red from all of the alcohol he’s been drinking. he grabs onto the sleeve of your sweater, pulling you closer towards him.
”you’re so clingy when you’re drunk.” you roll your eyes, gently running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles his head into your neck.
we all know that he’s the one screaming, “IF YOU’RE NOT IN SIGMA LIGMA CHI, GET THE FUCK OOOOUUUTTTTTT!”
but occasionally, he’ll set up a chair for you to stand on top of
then, you get to scream at the top of your lungs, “GET THE FUCK OOOUUUTTTTTT!!”
if you’re not allowed to stay the night at the frat house, him and like 5 other brothers will walk you back to your dorm
all the brothers love you .. or maybe they just act like it because they’re actually TERRIFIED of dal
the amount of sass this man gives you whenever he’s hungover? he is literally such a diva
like damn girl who hurt you..
he secretly uses your skincare products whenever you stay over
he likes that your moisturizer makes his skin look all shiny
you’ll spend most of your sunday mornings taking care of him and making sure that he drinks plenty of water
dallas lets out a low groan, pulling his blanket over his head as you nudge his shoulder.
”dal, hurry up and drink your liquid iv. it’ll make you feel better.” you pull his blanket down, placing the lip of the cup by his mouth.
”nooooowuuahhhh, i’m too tired..”
despite the stereotype the frat guys get laid by 30 girls a night, we all know that dal is so loyal to you
he’ll just grimace at any sorority girl that approaches him
@glxsyymads ik you asked for some frat headcanons so i’m just going to tag you so you can see :)
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HAPPY 1 MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO GRLSINTERRUPTED !! 🤍
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i never thought i'd blow up this fast or write for this long, but thank you to all my mutuals and readers for making this possible !! ik its only 1 month but its a huge milestone to me and im sososososooso grateful for all of you <3 i was thinking of doing an event in honor of 100 followers in less than a month, but i still have to finish up some requests so please lmk if you want the event or not
the event will basically be matchups ! send me a description about you-- your hobbies, interests, style, personality, etc and i'll match you up with a member of the gang! i will also make a moodboard of what i think your relationship would look like :)
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event or no ?
YES DO THE EVENT AND FINISH THE REQUESTS AFTER
no girl get back to finishing our requests !!
Hi can you do a Dallas x fem!reader where they're dating and she wears glasses but he doesn't know because she doesn't wear them outside of school (literally me😓) and one day she wears them around him causes she's gotten used to it but he's like so confused cause he's never seen her wear them or mention them ty💗💗 (sorry its such a long request😭)
i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again .. wanna witness your eyes lookin’ ‧₊˚ ✧
wait, you wear glasses ?! | dallas winston x glasses wearer ! reader ⋆。˚
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it’d never occurred to you that throughout the 6 months you and dallas have been dating, he’d never seen you with your glasses on. then again, you only ever wore them while you were at school, where the writing on the board was impossible to decipher all the way from your seat. despite the number of times you’d asked your teachers for a spot closer to the board, they denied your request every time.
after school, you never quite bothered with your glasses. sure, you’d have to suffer the consequence of blurred vision, but a little squinting’s never hurt anybody. your glasses made you look like a nerd, anyway.
a few nights prior, dallas called you to ask if you wanted to go to the cinema with him. ponyboy wouldn’t stop rambling on and on about a new horror movie they’ve been playing in the theater, and as annoyed as dallas was having to deal with pony’s constant ranting, he figured he’d take you to go see what the rage was all about.
you were in your room, adding the final touches to your makeup as you swayed your head to the beat of lesley gore’s new song. right as you were looking for your blush palette, your eyes stumbled across a pair of baby-pink cateye glasses. for a second, you glared intensely at the glasses, almost as if you were in a staring contest with them. you were conflicted between wearing them and leaving them in your room for the rest of the night. even though you knew dallas would find it strange, you also realized that you wouldn’t be able to see anything playing on the screen.
you let out an deep exhale, lightly grazing your hand against the lenses before finally slipping the glasses on. what could be the harm in wearing a stupid pair of glasses, anyway? your boyfriend has seen you at your highs and your lows, the best and the worst parts of you, so your decision to wear them tonight was really nothing compared to everything the two of you have been through together.
you step out of your house, knocking on the window of buck’s car. dallas nearly dropped his cigarette, startled from how sudden the knock was. just as he leaned over to unlock the door, he paused, squinting his eyes at you. he raises a brow, then unlocks the door for you.
as you’re slipping into the car seat, he tosses his cigarette out the window, his gaze practically glued onto you— more specifically, onto your glasses.
“those are new.” he rubs his finger along the plastic, chuckling.
you lightly swat his hand away. “no, they aren’t,” you sigh, slipping your glasses off to wipe the frames. “i’ve just never worn them around you.”
“so they’re new, ‘cause i’ve never seem ‘em before.”
you shake your head. “they’re not new, dal. i’ve had these for years, now.”
“let me try ‘em on. wanna see how blind you are.” he reaches his hand out, opening up his palm.
you purse your lips, reluctantly handing him the glasses. “don’t break them, okay?”
“‘course not, princess,” he slips your glasses on, pushing them up by the bridge in a mocking manner. “do i look all nerdy like you, now?”
“hey, you calling me a nerd?!” you pout, snatching your glasses back and slipping them on.
he shrugs. “maybe. but i gotta admit, ya look real cute with those on.” ‘i don’t wanna talk about anything, i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again, wanna witness your eyes lookin’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡
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i love you guys
I LOVE MY MUTUALS !! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DM ME OR TALK TO ME I LOVE YGS SO MUCH 🤍
if dallas winston was in a frat he’d be the one to scream “IF YOU’RE NOT IN SIGMA LIGMA CHI GET THE FUCK OUUTTTT” at all the parties
i hope your requests are open again but if not im so sorry!! but i was wondering if u could do a dallas winston x fem!reader where reader is having problems at home (her parents being shitty yk?) and she is just having a really bad day and shes on the verge of a break down but then dallas calls and says he needs bail but she cant bring herself to be angry or else she’ll finally break so she just agrees and goes to get him but he senses somethings wrong and tries to get her to talk to him and basically just a really really really soft dallas
sorry if thats too much😭❤️
but tysm i luv ur work🫶🏼
love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ࿔*:・゚
you’ve reached your breaking point | dallas winston x fem ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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it’s insane how much a piece of paper dictates what you can do, what you can’t do, who you can talk to— your entire life, really. though it holds no monetary value, your report card has always seemed to define your self worth, and better yet, served as a constant reminder that you’ll never truly satisfy your parents. no matter how many hours you spent slaving away on your assignments, fighting back the urge to fall asleep right on your desk, your dedication will never be enough.
a thick silence fills the room, the only sound coming from the faint chirping of crickets and the rhythm of your rugged breathing. you’re seated on the corner of your bed, your hands shaking as you grapple onto the edges of your report card. the paper is crinkled, stained with tears and remnants of your mascara smeared across the letter ‘b+.’ the memory of your mother lecturing you about your grades replays in your head like a song you want to unhear. one single letter was enough to spiral you into a loop of madness. suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing phone. you flinch, reaching over your nightstand to answer it.
you clear your throat, sniffling. “hello?”
a familiar voice huffs out a chuckle behind the phone. it didn’t take you long to realize that this accented tone belonged to none other than your boyfriend, dallas. “hey, doll. y’know how the fuzz are, they’ve been on my ass all week.”
“dal? are you seriously calling me from jail?” your voice is shaky as you bite back your tears, the report card’s weight heavy on your lap. despite how desperately you needed to cry, right now wasn’t the time. you’ve gathered all the composure remaining in you to deal with dallas’ reckless behavior.
“listen, i’m g’na need a couple bucks for bail. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya?”
all you can do is sigh. of course he’d called you for bail. even though you wanted to blow up at him over the phone and tell him to pay for his own bail, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry at him. you were just as troubled as he was, if not, worse— the only difference being that you prioritized your future more than he ever would.
“sure, whatever. i’ll just- i’ll drive there right now. don’t do anything while i’m gone.”
dallas grazes his bloody knuckles against his a bruise on his cheekbone, wincing. somehow, he’d gotten into a fight with a soc while he was walking to buck’s place. granted that you’ve been silent the entire time, he could sense something was wrong with you— the way your eyes have lost that little sparkle in them, the way your head tilted downwards as the two of you walked out of the police station, and most of all, the fact that you didn’t even hug him once he was released.
despite the amount of times dallas has tried to reisist your post-jail hugs, they’re all he looks forward to while he’s stuck in his cell. your hugs blanket him with a sense of security— the kind of security he’s never had. without that subtle gesture, he felt as though a part of him was missing.
“you’ve been awfully quiet.” dallas mutters under his breath, looking down at you.
you shrug, shaking your head. “i never noticed.”
“yeah, but ya know what i notice?” he pockets his hands. “sum’s wrong with ya.”
you can feel your throat begin to close up as you reply. “nothing’s wrong, dal,” your voice begins to tremble as you tell yourself, do not cry in front of your boyfriend. “let’s just go home, now. i’m tired.”
“are ya mad at me for getting into a fight?” he raises a brow, nudging you with his shoulder. “‘cause if you are, he came onto me first.”
something in you snaps, emotions overflowing like a dam bursting. the stray tear that you’ve been fighting to hold back runs down your cheek. you’ve finally reached your limit. “i’m not mad at you for that! well- i am, but i’m just.. i’m stressed, okay?! everyone is stressing me out!”
dallas goes silent for a second, just watching you shatter in front of him. once he replies, his voice immediately softens. “y’know you can talk to me about anythin’, right?”
you gulp, wiping away the tear as you nod.
dallas runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his lip almost as if he’s hesitant to say something. he then begins to speak up.
“you forgot somethin’.”
he pulls you into a warm embrace, brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair as you cry into his arms. this time, the hug is offering you that sense of security that dallas yearns for. you’re finally safe in his arms, safe from all of the expectations set on you.
‘love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ..’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡
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October will be full of good physical health
October will be full of good mental health
October will be full of answered prayers
October will be full of good energy
October will be full of good news
October will be full of good luck
October will be full of blessings
October will be full of peace
October will be full of light
October will be full of love
in another life i’m an ai generated cat dancing
hi everyone !! im going to close up requests, so any requests from before today will be answered asap but after that i probably wont answer them until 2 weeks from now 🤍 ik it’s a very long time but i need to finish a lot of my requests + it’s hoco week so i won’t have time to focus on tumblr :(
i’d also like to thank everyone for their support !! i didn’t think my account would blow up this quickly, but i love all of ygs so much <3
could you do a soda x shy reader and she goes to the DX to visit him like usual and sees a few girls flirting with him and she gets upset and doesnt even think just goes up and kisses soda infront of all of them so they leave and soda teases her but also obviously loves the fact that she came out of her usual shy bubble
the boy is mine .. ⊹₊⟡
soda belongs to you ! | sodapop curtis x shy ! reader ₊˚⊹
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you were never much of a talker to begin with. of course, you envied the girls that could shamelessly socialize with anyone they pleased, but you clearly weren’t wired that way. every time you tried to approach someone, you froze up. your voice clawed through your throat, desperate to escape, but no words ever came out. it seems as though the silence in the air is louder than your voice will ever be.
it wasn’t like you ever felt the need to talk, anyway. you were an observer, carefully analyzing every person’s mannerisms. you could immediately tell what kind of person someone is by studying their body language, facial expressions, and the way they interacted with others.
yet, somehow, you were the only person that genuinely piqued soda’s interest— despite shyness being a trait that typically pushes others away, soda was immediately drawn to you. he found it adorable how easily he could fluster you, and he especially loved the way you listened to him rant on and on about cars, even though you haven’t a clue what half the words he’s using means.
soda stands behind the counter, counting the money in the register. though he’s never been very good with numbers, every penny he tracks is a kiss he’ll give you as soon as you walk through those doors. just as he reaches 47 cents (or 48.. he lost count at about 32), the bell above the door chimes. soda looks up from the register, peering at a group of girls walking in. however, he doesn’t seem to notice that you were following behind the girls.
“hey, welcome in, y’all,” soda’s lips purse into a slight grin. “let me know if you need any help.”
the blonde girl begins to strut her way towards soda, twirling a loose strand of her hair. “oh, i’ll need help, alright.” she winks, blowing a kiss into his direction.
the girls behind her giggled, adjusting their hair and checking each other for lipstick stains on their teeth. a part of you didn’t have the confidence to tell them that soda was your boyfriend, but the other part of you couldn’t stand watching them flirt with soda. even the sound of their laughter was like nails on a chalkboard.
soda huffs out a humorless chuckle, running his hand through his hair. “yeah, that’s nice and all, but i’ve got a lady.”
the ginger in the group scoffs, placing a hand on her hip. “i don’t see her,” she takes a step closer to soda, grazing her hand against his knuckles. “besides, she doesn’t have to know.”
something in you took over, setting your mind straight into autopilot. maybe it was jealousy, but either way, you weren’t going to stand there and let someone practically beg for your boyfriend to make out with them. this was, in fact, the very rare occurrence in which you stood up for yourself.
you storm over to the counter, pushing past the group of girls and making your way towards you boyfriend. before he can even greet you, you cup his face, slamming your lips onto his.
soda’s eyes widen in surprise as you slip your tongue in, though he follows along your pace. he runs his fingers through your scalp, grinning ear to ear between his kisses.
as you pull away, you turn your head back to the group of girls watching you with grimaces on their faces. they stood there at a loss for words as you look them up and down.
you raise a brow. “enjoying the show?”
the group took this as their cue to leave, each walking out of the door one by one.
soda stares at you in admiration, absolutely speechless. he’s never seen you this petty before, but something about your fiery side turned him on like no other. shy or not, he loves you just the way you are.
he shakes his head in disbelief. “my god, that was- that was strangely hot.”
your cheeks flush into a light wash of pink. “is it bad that i’m kind of embarrassed?”
“nah, i think it’s cute how jealous you got. guess that’s just what you’ll have to deal with dating someone as handsome as me.” he winks, placing his hand on your jaw and pulling you in for another kiss.
‘i’m sorry that you seemed to be confused, he belongs to me. the boy is mine’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡
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random Dallas Winston hc pt2
me when i remember that dallas winston is a teenage boy.... shivers.....
warnings: none..... i think
Whenever him and the gang are by are body of water (lake, pool, river) he will make it his life's mission to try and drown the person closest to him
In school, when he has to read a sentence with the word organism in it, he will purposely say orgasam
He will have a fucking aneurysm if he has to do work with his assigned partner/group
"im not doin shit thats all you 😒😒"
Whenever ponyboy talks back to darry, he will try so hard not to laugh or instigate. When darry notices he stops giggling and looks around nonchalantly as if he didnt see a thing happen
drenches himself in cologne
he is a try hard in gym (when its a sport he actually fucks with or if he shows up to school)
"its not that fucking hard to throw the ball jesus christ.... yknow what just give it to me 😒😡"
Really likes going on joy rides with his friends/gf preferably at night time!!!!!!!!!!! its one of his favorite things to do
When sylvia first cheated on him, he stared at the ceiling in his room thinking about everything wrong he has ever done in his life until he got mad and went to go look for girls to rizz up
one of his favorite songs is dazed and confused by led zeppelin
thinks taking naps are for "wimps" but the second he lies down literally anywhere he is out like a light 😭 hes gonna deny it (for some reason) and say he just got so bored he had to close his eye and imagine something exciting happening
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relationship hc coming soon..!!! lwk might double post and post it TODAY!!! when im out of school though ofc so you will have to wait
THANK YOU WILDER7ESS WE SAY IN UNISON!!
wtv u write is always so good, i’m literally always looking out for a post from you bc they literally make my day😭 this is best outsiders blog i’ve seen can’t even lie, and you really seem so sweet!
i woke up to this and this just made my entire day 🤍 YOURE SO SWEET THANK U SO MUCH ML!!
valley girl ! reader x daniel larusso moodboard ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡
₊˚⊹ i’m going to start writing for the karate kid, so i decided to just start everything off with a moodboard of what my fics will be like ♡ valley girl ! reader is like.. totally bitchin’ to the max !
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hiiiiiii! Can you please do a ponyboy x soc reader but only johnny knows that they're dating and he accidentally lets it slip to the gang while pony and she are out on a date. And then the boys go and crash the date and tease them but soda is lowk so excited and proud
romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone ₊˚⊹ᰔ
your date with pony gets crashed ! | ponyboy curtis x soc ! reader ˎˊ˗
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as a soc, you were expected to maintain your image by following an abundance of rules set by your parents— the most enforced one being to avoid greasers at all costs. these expectations have been engraved into your mind since the day you were born, not only by your parents, but by your peers as well, neither of whom you understood. if anything, you found it ironic how greasers were labeled ‘reckless troublemakers’ while your friends were shotgunning beers every friday night and jumping any greaser they stumbled across.
in all fairness, you were nothing like the people you surrounded yourself with. in fact, you began to grow fond of a greaser by the name of ponyboy curtis. the two of you shared an interest for poetry and watching the sunset. as your friendship grew stronger over time, so did your feelings for him. he definitely wasn’t what you’d expected from a greaser— sure, he was quite impulsive, but you appreciated his sensitivity and his love for the simpler things in life. he was smart, too. admittedly, you often found yourself asking him for help on your homework assignments. it wasn’t long before the two of you started dating. though it was difficult sneaking in and out of such a highly secured house, you’d risk anything for even just a few minutes with pony. these secret dates were to be kept between three people and three people only: you, pony, and his best friend, johnny.
while you and pony are at the dingo, the rest of the gang is at the curtis house. no one knows of pony’s whereabouts aside from johnny.
soda’s eyes dart around the room, looking for any sign of his little brother. “where’s pony gone off to?”
two-bit scratches his nape, shrugging. “beats me.”
without thinking, johnny blurts out a reply. “pony and y/n are on a da-“ johnny pauses, clearing his throat and praying that no one heard his slip up.
dallas nearly spits out his water, his eyes widening at johnny’s answer. “wait, wait- you talkin’ ‘bout soc y/n?”
“god.. what has pony gotten himself into..?” darry huffs out a sigh, rubbing his temples and shaking his head. though he seems disappointed, soda, on the other hand, applauds pony.
“i guess he learned a thing or two from me,” soda winks, running a hand through his greased hair. “soon enough, the ladies will be all over him.”
two-bit chuckles. “who knew socs were so into pone?”
steve scoffs, shoving his hands into his denim vest. “but of all people, why woulda soc pick him?”
johnny anxiously begins to bite the inside of lips as he inches away from the rest of the gang, embarrassed at himself for letting a secret slip out in such a stupid way.
dal screws the cap of his water bottle on. “y’know, i’ve got an idea,” he steps forward, motioning for the rest of the gang to come closer. “i say we crash his date. ain’t no harm in a little fun.”
the dingo’s always been chaotic— not that it was out of your nature, but there was always a fight going on outside, the screams muffled beneath the jukebox blasting elvis presley. while you and pony are trying to enjoy your dinner, customers are spinning all around the restaurant and dancing along to the music. you’re practically drowning in a sea of leather jackets and greased hair.
you pick at the undercooked burger in front of you, offering pony a reluctant smile. the music was beginning to overwhelm you, and the disgusting food wasn’t helping your situation at all.
“it’s pretty loud in here, isn’t it?”
pony nods, taking a bite out of his fry. “didn’t think it’d be so packed tonight,” he mutters under his breath. “why don’t we go somewhere quiet after dinner? somewhere we can be alone.”
your lips quirk up into a soft grin at his suggestion. “that sounds good! we could-“
before you finish your sentence, you’re interrupted by the sound of someone calling your boyfriend’s name.
“POOOONYYYY, OH LOVER BOYYY!” two-bit storms into the dingo, the rest of the gang following behind him. he approaches pony, twirling his invisible strands of hair like a little girl.
soda lightly nudges your shoulder, a proud smirk across his face. “pony-kid’s a real dreamboat, ain’t he?”
dallas pockets his hands. “y’all had your first kiss yet?”
you peer over dallas’ shoulder, spotting johnny. he’s looking down, very obviously avoiding eye contact with you. you then turn your head back to pony, raising a brow. was this all a set up? did johnny intentionally tell pony’s friends that the two of you were on a date? what the hell was even going on??
pony slouches down from his seat, his head in his hands concealing the red flush washing over his cheeks. of course, he knew the rest of the gang was bound to find out about his relationship with you— he just didn’t think it’d be this way.
‘romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.. i’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡
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