๋࣭ ⭑⚝ katerina ☘︎

my interests include:

๋࣭⭑ the outsiders 👖🔪

๋࣭⭑ enola holmes 🌺

๋࣭⭑ red, white, and royal blue 👑

๋࣭⭑ conan gray 🐨

๋࣭⭑ dead poets society 🪶

๋࣭⭑ project hail mary 🚀

(thoughts after watching phm)

๋࣭⭑ last night at the telegraph club ❤️☎️

๋࣭⭑ the song of achilles 🏺🌿🎶

⭑ heathers 💚❤️💛💙

⭑ epic the musical 🏹

+ many, many more

lots of love towards my siblings, sage and wyatt, found family even across hundreds of miles <2

some of the ships i like:

✪ pb+j/johnnyboy (i post about them a lot, a lot of my fanfics are about them.) (wtf im being called the ceo and the parental figure of the johnnyboy community okay???) (parent with the lovely aj, aka pixl-puppyyy)

✪ tally (tim x dally)

✪ chercia

✪ holmesbury

✪ firstprince

✪ anderperry

✪ small disclaimer i am a multishipper but i do not talk about it frequently :) im generally neutral on most ships except for incest, pedophilia, or i just. dont like a ship.

just random gifs

Saturday morning.

Oddly, it was pretty late when Johnny woke up. His ankles already stung when he just moved an inch. Speaking of when he moved, he still felt a weight against himself, and said weight stirred a little and scooted closer than it already was.

Ponyboy wasn't awake yet.

A surprise, since out of the two of them, he'd always be up at the crack of dawn, when the sun would start to come up. It was fine, at least it gave Johnny a few more minutes of sleeping in— since when Ponyboy would wake up, half of the time he would too.

Johnny pushed those thoughts to the side and tilted his head down, pressing a kiss to auburn hair that still smelled a little bit like hairspray. Ponyboy mumbled something incomprehensible into his shoulder.

"What?" Another muttered response. "I can't hear you, Pone."

"…good morning," Ponyboy grumbled. His voice was groggy, words slightly slurred.

Johnny smiled. "Good morning."

Ponyboy huffed and moved like he was about to turn over but instead just wrapped himself more around his partner, legs over his knees, arms over his shoulders. Johnny readjusted his head as his boyfriend hid his face in his neck, feeling a smile form against his skin. He took a deep breath and fixed his arms around the other's waist, where they were previously lazily placed.

"'m so tired," Ponyboy admitted.

"I can tell."

The younger of the two sighed and turned his head, pressing a kiss on the underside of the older's jaw, then putting his head back down. Johnny didn't comment on it, nor respond to it. He felt his lower legs fall asleep and he tried to move them, but instead the legs around his knees tensed up, tightening their hold. Ponyboy smiled when the response to that was an annoyed groan.

"D'ya want breakfast?" Johnny asked a few seconds later.

"Mhm," Ponyboy hummed, but clung on tighter.

"Then you'll have to let go."

"No."

An annoyed sigh left the older's lips as his head dropped against the pillow. Ponyboy propped himself up with an elbow, tilting his head and looking down at the other.

Johnny stared back at him with a hint of exasperation before smiling, moving his hand to the small of his back. "Didn't get all your makeup off."

Ponyboy grimaced looked away at a letter taped to the wall. He was aware of the remnants of something on his eyelids, the faint pink on his cheekbones. "Shut your trap, Johnnycakes. I was tired last night, I ran around 'n' spoke too much."

The black-haired greaser frowned and ran his thumb over a thread coming undone in the other's shirt. "Hey, I was just kiddin'."

"I know." The auburn-haired boy smiled after saying that and moved to lay back down. "Glory, last night…" he shook his head, "pain."

"But you did good, right?" Johnny asked, moving to get up.

Ponyboy scrunched up his face and shrugged. "Slightly, I guess." He sighed and turned over to face the window, back to his partner. "I don't know, think I… I messed up somewhere, I don't dig musicals."

"It was your first one, hon."

"'M aware!"

Johnny ran a hand through his hair after getting up, standing by the door with his hands on his hips, resisting the urge to fidget with the black t-shirt he had been wearing since four last night. "You were good. Real good."

"Were?"

"You always are."

Ponyboy turned his head with a grin. "Thank you. I'm gonna stay in bed for a little bit."

"Alright." Johnny opened the door and walked out, quietly shutting it beside him. He paused at the odd silence in the house before heading to the kitchen. He didn't exactly dig going around this house without someone else around, it wasn't his, he was sort of just living here since he had nowhere else to go, he felt like a burden.

His steps were careful, though pain still shot through his ankles on occasion. He moved around and knew where to go, grabbing the egg carton from the fridge, then some bread nearby after closing the fridge. He moved to make some toast and scrambled eggs, silent. A few minutes later, Ponyboy popped up in the doorway, a blanket wrapped around himself.

"That wasn't a little while."

"I was bored."

"And?"

"I missed you."

Johnny rolled his eyes yet smiled fondly, moving the eggs onto a plate they could share along with the toast, making sure they didn't touch, then got two forks. One of Ponyboy's arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind and kissed him on the cheek before pulling away and heading towards the table. They sat down next to each other in silence as they started eating.

Ponyboy broke the silence. "Y'know, I think I lost my script," he admitted.

"Where?" Johnny asked, breaking the crust off of a piece of bread before eating said crust.

"In the audience."

"When?"

"Few weeks ago."

"I swear, if I wasn't with you, you'd forget your brain one day."

"I would not!"

Johnny tilted his head with a doubtful expression. Ponyboy scoffed and kicked him under the table, causing his boyfriend to laugh.

"I was just jokin'. You were good."

"Was I?"

"Mmmhhm."

"You were too."

Johnny caught his fork before it almost dropped off the table. "I didn't do much."

Ponyboy shook his head. "You did a lot. More than you know." He yawned and put down his fork, sinking down and putting his chin on his arms that were crossed on top of the table. "I might do it again."

"That'd be good. It'll give you something to do."