my-little-ponyboy

Johnny Cake?? ~ Dallas Winston Imagine

I walked through the gate to the Curtis place and in the front door. Sodapop was sitting on the couch along with two other boys.

“Hey guys, this is Dallas, he just moved here from New york” soda introduced me. I had met Sodapop at a rodeo yesterday and he told me to come over today. “Who are the kids?” I ask, my new york accent sticking out more than it ever did.

“I’m Steve,” said a guy with really crooked teeth. He had cake smeared down his cheeks and neck. “That’s my little brother Ponyboy,” Soda says and points to him.

Ponyboy and Sodapop. Those are some really weird names. “Ponyboy and Sodapop? Do you have another brother named CookieCrisp? Or maybe a sister named OatmealCookie?” I say sarcastically.

Steve laughed from the couch and soda just smiled and shook his head. “Nope, but we do have a older brother named Darry,” he answers.

“So since you two’s named names are different, is Darry the odd ball?” I ask actually kinda curious. Soda and Pony pony looked at each other as if they were actually looking for a answer.

“I mean… maybe?” Pony says unsurely.

Our conversation was cut short when the front door opened and slammed shut. Another boy came in and he was short and tan.

He looked scared as he slowly pulled off his dirty jean jacket. When he met my eyes, he quickly turned away.

“Another kid?” I ask,“Who are you?”

He shuffled his feet and mumbled something I didn’t understand. “What?” I ask.

“Johnny Ca-” he says. He spoke so quietly I couldn’t hear his last name. “Johnny Cake?” I say.

Soda and Pony laugh when I said his name. “No, Cade,’ pony corrects me,"but I think we just found a new nickname for Johnny.”

Johnnys face filled with a bright red flush and he sat down in the recliner

“Well Johnny Cake,” soda says in between chuckles,“ this is-”

“Dallas WINSTON,” I cut off soda and put emphasis on my last name.

“But we are gonna call him Dally!”

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This was for @ittybittydally I’m sorry it took so long to get out and it kinda sucks

Imagine: Reader is secretly dating Pony and is Johnny’s sister

A/N: This was recently requested, so I hope you like it, anon ♡ Requests for ships/imagines/drabbles are open! I need inspiration LOL

Originally posted by 80sau

It was a quiet, warm summer evening, and you were on your way to the vacant lot to see Ponyboy. Your heart was beating so hard you could almost feel it in your chest, excitement quickened your step and had you smiling before you even set sight on him. He wasn’t expecting you, and you couldn’t wait to surprise him.

After a few minutes of walking, you reached the vacant lot and saw Ponyboy sitting there, leaned against the fence, intently reading a book. You saw that his thumb rested near his mouth as he gazed at the pages, the usual tell that he was deep in thought and losing himself in his story. As the sun started to go down, it illuminated Pony perfectly, brought out the red-gold of his hair and the shine of his downcast eyes. You almost didn’t want to interrupt him, he looked so at peace–and so beautiful.

Nonetheless, the butterflies in your stomach urged you on, fluttering more wildly with every passing second. You bounded up to him, kneeling down beside him. “Hey, Pony.”

Ponyboy jumped, visibly panicked, but his tense expression cleared away almost immediately once he saw who it was. He broke into a wide smile as he gazed at you as intently as he had been looking at his pages. “Hey, Y/N! I wasn’t expecting to see you!”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, resting your hand on his knee. “I just wanted to see you.”

Immediately, Ponyboy’s cheeks tinged with pink as he grinned even wider, finally showing his teeth. After a moment, his eyes widened with a newly occurring thought. “Johnny didn’t see you leave, did he?”

Automatically, you bit your bottom lip and gazed back at him, shaking your head. “He got into it with mom and dad. He’s lying low in his room.”

You didn’t say much about the details, but you could tell that Pony understood. He took your hand, intertwining your fingers and continuing to gaze raptly at you. You could see the concern in his eyes. “Johnny’ll be alright. He’s always alright.”

You nodded, snuggling closer to him. He put his arm around you, pulling you closer. “I know,” you said. Starting to chew nervously on your lip, you added, before you could stop yourself, “I want to tell him about us.”

Ponyboy was silent. As the seconds dragged on, you looked up at him, desperately wondering about his reaction. You noticed that he wore the far-away expression that indicated that he was lost in thought.

After a few moments, Ponyboy’s usual soft, shy smile slowly returned. He squeezed your hand and said, “I want to, too. But we just gotta find the right time, especially for Johnny.”

It warmed your heart to hear him say those words. It was the response you had been craving, and you were glad that the both of you were on the same page about your secret relationship. “Okay,” you said, smiling widely back at him and snuggling closer. You weren’t surprised to see that he was still blushing.