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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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omg your smuts w squ!rt!ng in them are just too good. can you please do one of them but with johnny cade x reader and with praise? thank you!

Interrupted Television

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas talks, a lot. Johnny listens. One particular conversation peaked his interest and now your game show is interrupted.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Fingering, oral, squirting - all that stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the requests! I’m glad you guys like my writing for Johnny!

Word Count: 1.7k

“Orcas.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you threaded your fingers through his hair, his head resting on your lap had kept you planted on your couch for the last hour and a half watching some rerun of a game show neither of you knew the name of. Yet somehow he was getting every damn question right, you’d known that he’d been reading ever since he left his parent's house, but with the information he knew you’d venture to say he’d been reading encyclopedias in his spare time.

And damn if he wasn’t right again, you gave him a celebratory pat on the back as the contestants all looked between each other in mysticism that they hadn’t been able to answer the question. He looked back to you, a triumphant grin on his face as you cradled his cheek, thumb brushing against his tanned cheekbone.

“Smart guy.” You whispered, earning you a throaty chuckle as he extended his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, letting his touch linger against your cheek before dropping it back by his side. “I ain’t smart, I just read.”

You playfully rolled your eyes through a sigh, gently pushing his face back to the television. “That’s what bein’ smart is, Johnny.”

He only responded with a hum, seemingly sucked back into the show as they moved onto another category. In truth you hadn’t been paying attention for the last half hour, finding yourself enamored by the sight of him laying against your lap, his lips pursed in thought as he racked his mind for answers to questions he’d never be asked outside of a trivia show.

It wasn’t often you were both able to relax, if it wasn’t your odd work schedule then it was his - or someone requiring your attention, just like his friends required his. Whenever he could scrounge up the time, he’d be at your place for the weekend, stuck to you like glue until he had to leave for work. You’d made the venture to his place, but he wasn’t too fond of you staying there for too long, mainly because Dallas had walked in on you two enough to warrant him speaking to his long-time friend about privacy.

He’d pulled you out of your thoughts with a gentle tap to your knee, deep brown eyes staring up at you curiously. You’d still been half dazed, hand resuming its movements in his hair - only his hair wasn’t there anymore and you’d damn near blinded the poor guy by poking him right in the eye. You swore loudly, jerking your hand back at the same pace he took to sit up, laughing through a groan as he cupped his eye. You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from you as you scooted toward him on the couch, gently pulling his hand away to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Now that you’ve partially blinded me-“ He started, still laughing somewhat as he blinked rapidly, trying to negate the pain. “Can we try that?”

“Try what?” You asked, still stifling laughter of your own as you dropped your hands to your lap.

He looked up at you then, sighing for a moment at the realization that you’d been daydreaming the entire time he’d been talking, but you looked cute enough for him to not care.

“Well, Dally mentioned somethin’ he did with a girl. I know most of his stories seem like bullshit, but I wanted to try it with you.”

Dallas had an odd way of announcing every tirade he’d done with a woman to their group of friends, even when nobody asked for it - but they were guys, so they were all intrigued as soon as he started speaking. You chewed at your inner cheek, eyes narrowing for a moment as you thought over what Dallas could’ve possibly mentioned to Johnny for him to be intrigued enough to want to test it out on you.

“Sure, why not.” You mused with a shrug, giving him a small smile as you moved closer to him, knees bumping together. He returned the smile, hands moving to your hips where he quickly helped you into his lap. There was something about the act of being in his lap that instinctively had you aching around nothing, maybe it was the way his hips would rock up into you, or the way he’d grab at your hips hard enough to leave bruises - whatever it was you could already feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest.

“Just gonna-“ He murmured, words nearly inaudible as he unbuttoned your jeans, the heat of his hands causing you to shiver against his touch. You could hear him stifle a laugh as he brushed his fingers against your cunt through your underwear, rubbing delicate circles over your folds through the semi-wet fabric. Your eyes fluttered shut as you gave yourself over to the feeling, he took the moment to lean forward, connecting your lips in a needy kiss as he continued working you up.

“Johnny-“ You whined, not bothering to pull away from the kiss. “I- fuck, touch me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving his hand to slip underneath your underwear as he trailed kisses along your jaw and onto your throat before moving back to your lips.

His fingers smoothed against your cunt, slowly moving back and forth along your folds before pushing in. You whined against his lips, hips stuttering as he curled his fingers within you, pressing against a spot within you that had you clamping down around his fingers. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he pumped his fingers, his thumb brushing against your clit with each movement.

“You can move, baby.” He whispered, eyes flickering up to meet yours. You nodded, wetting your lips as you rocked your hips against his palm, the feeling of his fingers pressed against your g-spot making you nearly forget how to breathe. You could hear him softly laugh, hand moving from your hip to your back where he pressed you into his chest, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out, ensuring they curled against that same spot with each movement.

You could feel that familiar sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach, cunt squeezing around his digits as you practically rode his fingers. He looked up to you then, smiling at the sight of your flushed-out expression, how your brows furrowed together, your parted lips. He knew he had you just where he wanted you, and within a second he had you flipped over onto your back against the couch. You’d hardly had a moment to process the sudden change in position before he had your pants and underwear removed, tossing them near the television before sinking between your legs.

“Johnny?” You asked through a laugh, all thoughts cut off the moment he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cunt. Your thighs jerked, to which he quickly wrapped his arms around them, hands pressed against your lower stomach as he kissed and sucked along your cunt. You could feel him moan against your folds, the vibration from the noise causing your back to arch off the fabric of the couch.

He moved one of his arms, pulling away for a moment before pushing the same two fingers back into your cunt, pace relentless as he circled your clit with his tongue. You all but cried at the feeling, unable to formulate any words as sheer ecstasy raced through your veins. Your hips rocked against his face, and throughout it all his eyes stayed locked on your face, watching as your expression contorted into one of absolute pleasure.

“I’m gonna-“ You mewled, hands grasping desperately at his hair as you ground against his face. He hummed, seemingly proud of himself as he jerked his fingers up into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot as he flicked your clit with his tongue, intermittently sucking it as your thighs tensed under his hold.

With a broken cry of his name, you came undone, cunt spasming around his fingers. He refused to let up, hands moving to hold you steady as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. A whine tore itself from your chest as you grabbed at the cushions of the couch, breath catching in your chest at the feeling of your cunt twitching from overstimulation.

He shifted against the couch, moving to push two fingers into you once more, continuing the near-brutal pace that’d made you cum in the first place. You would’ve screamed at the feeling if you’d been able to take in any sort of air, instead, you were left writhing underneath him as every breath came in as a short gasp. His free hand pushed down against your lower stomach, the newfound pressure causing another orgasm to build rapidly.

“Fu-uck!” You sobbed out, waterline pricking with tears from the relentless sensation of his tongue and fingers working against you. The near pitiful noises only spurred him on, a moan of his own leaving him, the vibration directly against your clit sending you over the edge. You felt yourself gush, juices coating the couch along with your inner thighs - and consequently, Johnny’s lower face.

You’d half expected him to be upset, but all he wore was an extremely proud grin as he looked up at you from between your legs, taking a moment to press kisses to your inner thighs before moving up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as his hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs affectionately circling your ribs as he pressed kisses along your jaw.

“So good-“ He murmured against your dampened skin. “So proud.”

It took a moment for you to regain the ability to properly breathe, but once you had you smiled up at him, in a fair bit of shock yourself at both the fact that he’d wanted to do that and the fact that you’d done it at all.

“Was that what you wanted to try?” You asked through a breathless laugh, taking a moment to wipe your shirt against his mouth and jaw. He chuckled into the fabric, pushing it away gently.

“Figured Dally was bullshittin’, he wasn’t.”

A/N: Another Johnny work!! I hope you guys enjoyed this, I’m still tryin’ to get the hang of Johnny’s character and writing him - but I enjoy it nonetheless. As always, you can find all my works over on my AO3 account, “Unscriptural.” Thank you all for the magnitude of support you’ve shown my work, I appreciate it dearly!

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finnl3t · 6 months

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this this was supposed to be for an ask- i’ll get to those asap but here’s a scene redraw!!!

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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can you please do a johnny cade smut? thank you!

- 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 '𝗏-𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽'

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : '𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍? 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎!'

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖸 𝖠𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖯𝖧𝖤 𝖴𝖲𝖤; 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖲 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱'𝖲 𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖪 { 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 }, 𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑, 𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇!𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗑 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 :)

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"What's on your mind, Johnnycake?"

Johnny looked up from the fingernail he was picking at to see his best friend intently watching him with a thoughtful expression. He shrugged. "I's jus' thinkin' 'bout Valentine's day. Everybody's gotta dame except me 'n Pony..."

From her position on her bed, y/n laughed lightly. "That's really what you're thinkin' about? You could prolly pick up a broad by just lookin' at 'er- Them puppy dog eyes could make anyone swoon."

Johnny's neck flushed dark red. "I just... Darry and Soda's broads are... mentioning, uh, things... that... they're all really loud at night, y'see? Pony and I been- Stop laughing," Johnny spoke weakly. He couldn't count the number of times certain words had been screeched or screamed, moaned or groaned while he and Pony tried to sleep.

y/n clutched desperately at her desk to keep from falling off her awkward position on her chair. Johnny watched, lying on his side on y/n's bed, entire face as red as a tomato.

Four minutes later, y/n choked down her amused cries and settled back into her perch. "I'm so-" she was cut off by another wave of giggles. "That's truly a horrible situation to be in, Johnny, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Even though Johnny knew y/n was poking fun at his discomfort, it still felt nice to hear that unfiltered laugh only heard in the private confines of y/n's room.

Finally, however, y/n managed to stop laughing all together. She rolled her shoulders back, ready to keep talking to her best friend. "Why does talking about sex make you so uncomfortable Johnny?"

Taken aback by her outright questioning, said boy swallowed. "I- It's just- You don't think sex is weird?" He stuttered.

y/n looked at him oddly. "No, I think sex is perfectly fine." She watched Johnny squirm under her stare and resumed her questioning. "You've had sex before and didn't tell me?"

"What?!" Johnny spluttered. "Where did you get that idea?"

"I just figured," y/n began, "that if you thought sex was weird then you had to have had it before, and if you have had sex before, you would be a shitty best friend for not telling me who you had sex with."

As Johnny fumbled for an explanation, y/n stood up to go get a bottle of Coke. She was sure to grab two bottles of Coke and made her way back to her room.

"So..." Johnny began, having regained (most of) his composure.

"So..?" y/n replied, handing the second bottle to Johnny.

"I haven't," Johnny said, red faced. He opened his drink and popped the tab off.

Blinking, y/n opened her can too. "Haven't what?"

"Had sex, y/n."

y/n's jaw slackened, and she blinked. She didn't know what to say to that. "Oh!"

Johnny swallowed. "Yeah. Sorr-"

"Don't," y/n cut in. Her tone made Johnny look up. "Don't apologize about that. You don't need to."

"I, uh, was thinking," Johnny began. His face was still facing the ground and he was still fiddling with the pop tab. Johnny's voice grew quieter and quieter with each spoken syllable. "That I wanted my... firsttimetobewithyou."

"What?" y/n asked. Johnny couldn't enunciate for shit when he grew bashful.

"I want you to take my virginity."

There: bomb dropped. Johnny waited, paralyzed, for y/n to usher him from her house- he thought she thought it would be weird to think that. His stomach sank further and further every moment y/n didn't reply, and Johnny wondered how he would explain to Darry why his favorite "ankle-biter" wasn't coming around anymore.

Gathering all the courage in his body, Johnny looked up when he felt the Coke bottle be gently taken from his hand. y/n set it on her desk and then sat down beside Johnny, while he anxiously prepared himself for the demeaninv speech ahead.

"Are you sure?" The seriousness in y/n's voice made Johnny's mind stop whirling. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. "I'll do it if you truly want, Johnny, but I just... I need to make sure you want this with me," she explained. In all honesty, y/n wanted to make sure Johnny was sure because she liked him; like-liked him, and if this whole situtation didn't make y/n feel some type of way...

"I need it to be you," Johnny whispered, eyes locked directly on y/n's. "Please."

Swallowing, y/n nodded. "If you want me to stop at any point-"

"I'm in love with you," Johnny cut in. "I've been in love with you since the first grade when you came up beside Pony 'n me an' helped us off the ground after Betty Smith pushed us down in the gravel. You helped us clean our hands and bandaged a cut on my right hand. I remember you said 'you guys looked sad' when Pony asked why you helped some lowlife Greasers, and that limited-vocabulary answer stuck with me because you stuck with me. I love you y/n. Please make me yours." Johnny's rant ended abruptly with his final plead.

Without hesitation, y/n threaded her hand through the short hair at the base of Johnny's neck and pulled him in to kiss her. His kisses were sloppy and unpracticed, but y/n found it cute. Johnny caught on quick, however. Lips moulded together as tongues danced, teeth fought, and quiet moans filled each other up.

y/n pulled apart first, wide eyes watching Johnny. He opened his eyes and gave y/n a breathless smile. y/n smiled right back. "Lay down," she said, patting Johnny's knee. He listened well, y/n thought. "I'm gonna take your pants off," y/n explained. "That sound okay?"

Johnny nodded and felt awkward just laying there, waiting impatiently as y/n swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped Johnny's pants. She pulled them down to his ankles, letting him have plenty of room to move if needbe. Johnny bit his lip harshly at the feeling of y/n settling herself on Johnny's thighs.

"I'm gonna suck your dick, sound good?" y/n blunt question only made a dazed Johnny nod. At this point, there's probably nothing Johnny wouldn't let y/n do to him. "Relax," she murmured, hooking her fingers on the waistband of Johnny's boxers. After he exhaled, y/n pulled down Johnny's boxers and felt her eyebrows raise.

Johnny squirmed. "I'm sorry if I'm-"

"Jesus Christ you're big," y/n muttered, voice low. "Nothin' to apologize for." Looking back up, y/n made sure Johnny looked at her before beginning again. "You want to stop, you tell me to stop," she said right before licking a fat stripe along the underside of Johnny's cock.

Immediately Johnny felt his knees buckle and his hands clutched the sheets as y/n kitten-licked all the way up Johnny's dick before taking it all in her mouth. An actual cry left Johnny's throat at the feeling. His whimpering and moaning fueled y/n on. She hallowed her cheeks, swirling her tongue on the above average sized cock in her mouth. Johnny's hips unconciously thrust up, burying himself further in y/n's throat.

"Oh my- shit!" Johnny cursed. A beautiful, teasing warmth bloomed in Johnny's belly, and he could only assume this is the sensation Dally had talked about many many many times. He was so close, almost there, right on the edge of the cliff.

But y/n pulled away, wiping her lips. Johnny felt tears spring to his eyes at the pleasure and denial of pleasure. "Please y/n, please. Feels so good," he whined.

y/n cooed down at him, wiping away tears that fell from his eyes. "Sweetheart, I wanna feel you in my pussy. You want that too, hm? Wanna feel me?"

"Yes, God yes. Please!"

So y/n scooted forward and hovered over Johnny's thighs. She wiped away Johnny's tears and pressed a kiss to the scar on his cheek. Reaching behind her, y/n grabbed Johnny's dick and pressed it to her enterance. y/n sank down on Johnny's length with a sharp gasp.

Johnny's hands moved to hold onto y/n's arms as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on her best friend's dick. "Oh shit," y/n mumbled, closing her eyes.

"Please, y/n, please. I need you, I need it, pleasepleaseplease," babbled Johnny.

y/n moved faster, Johnny was meeting her thrusts now. Sweat beaded on Johnny's forhead as he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself from crying out in pleasure.

Barely understandable curse words flowed out of Johnny's mouth as y/n's pussy fluttered around his cock. "Cum, Johnny. I got you, just let go," y/n said, voice hoarse.

The teenage boy felt as if a coil had snapped deep in his belly. He felt himself tense up and relax, y/n pussy fluttering around his cock.

"Shit," y/n whispered, letting herself rest against Johnny's chest. Still warming her hopefully more than best friend, y/n twirled a loc of Johnny's hair around her finger.

"Thank you," Johnny murmured.

Swallowing, y/n relaxed further into Johnny's warm body. "Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?"

"Yes," Johnny answered. "I'm in love with you." The moment of silence that followed scared Johnny; had he permanently lost his best friend? That would be an awkward thought, especially since Johnny was balls deep in y/n's pussy.

"I love you too, Johnny Cade," y/n mumbled tiredly. "But I think if you love me that much you should draw us a bath and clean us up."

Johnny looked down to see y/n already looking up at him with a cute smile. He chuckled. "Yes ma'am," he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to y/n's forhead.

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ponyhasapepsiaddiction · 3 months

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Honestly this kind of makes for a good wallpaper. And it's just a regular shot straight from the movie.

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crow2222 · 21 days

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johnny and darry have the same luck doing bereals

#the outsiders #darry curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders fanart #art #doodles #theoutsiders #theoutsidersart #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders darry #bereal #meme redraw

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terminally-outsiders-obsessed · 24 days

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WENT TO THE OUTSIDERS HOUSE YALL, HERES MY BEST PICTURES.

WILL REBLOG WITH MORE BECAUSE TUMBLR ONLY ALLOWS 10

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dljcem · 8 months

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ೃ༄ Apple Cider

johnny cade x gn!reader

warnings: not beta or proof read, brief mentions of smoking/injury, prompt credits to @/lovemeagoodprompt

5 times johnny wanted to tell you he loves you + 1 time he finally did !

Johnny couldn’t quite tell what you were talking about anymore. Somewhere in the conversation, he’d lost track of your commentary—who was running away, who was in jail, who was going with who, who stole what and where and why…

He was about to nod, feign (or try to, at least) some form of understanding, when you suddenly stopped.

“What?” he queries, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face?”

Without saying a word, you lean in, skimming the edge of his jacket collar before folding it down. A deep flush covers his features—he can only watch in stunned silence as you regain your earlier position, almost like nothing had ever happened.

“There!” you smile brightly at him; he swears his heart stops. He’s about to say something, but you promptly cut him off, resuming whatever story you’d been sharing before.

ii.

Johnny rummages through his pockets for what feels like the tenth time—still, the familiar weight of his lighter is nowhere to be found. A smile plays on your lips upon seeing his predicament; he doesn’t seem to notice, too caught up in frustration.

You retrieve your own lighter, tucked safely into the back of your jeans, and place it in his palm. That gets his attention.

“Keep it.”

He does so with hesitance, lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. Albeit a relatively small gesture, it has his head spinning—only you could make him swoon with something as insignificant.

“Thanks, Y/N.” he mumbles, averting his gaze before you can sense there’s something amiss. He drowns out the words threatening to spill from his mouth with smoke.

iii.

Johnny doesn’t like parties. Not the alcohol, or the music, or the outright concerning amounts of people. He does like you, though—perhaps that’s why he’s sitting on some flimsy couch instead of walking home.

His arm is going numb under the weight of your head, yet he doesn’t move a muscle. He briefly wonders how you sleep amidst such chaos; soundly, by the looks of it.

You stir with a small noise, further burying your face in his shoulder. He knows then he’ll be there all night. He can’t bring himself to disrupt your rest when you’re oh so peaceful.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The rest goes unsaid.

iv.

Johnny lets you brush his hair back, doesn’t flinch as you press an antiseptic-doused cotton ball to the cut on his temple. The only sign of discomfort is the subtle creasing of his brows—somehow, you still catch on.

“You alright?”

He nods, straining a quick response to appease your concerns. He instinctively reaches up, traces the jagged outline of the wound. He knows for a fact it’ll leave a scar; an ugly one, at that.

“It’s not all bad,” you shrug, reading his mind once again, “makes you look tough.”

He looks away and tries to convince himself you mean nothing by it.

Johnny rests his back on the grass, damp from the morning rain. You’re laying only a few inches away, hair splayed in different directions. He watches as you search for patterns in the stars—amidst your concentration, you don’t notice his gaze.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a closer look, smile because you’ve finally found what you were looking for (or, rather, something close to it.)

“…yeah.”

He glances at the dark sky; finds that its not nearly as pretty as you.

vi.

Johnny looks at the horizon, where the setting sun casts various shades of orange. The porch steps are rough against his knees, old and worn from years of use—still, he is calm. You seem to share the sentiment, much quieter than you normally are.

“Hey, Y/N?” his question is but a whisper; you hum in acknowledgment.

“I think I love you.”

Before he can regret it, you’re leaning your head on his shoulder. And, for once, you meet his eyes.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

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ambrozjas · 3 months

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johnny with a shy reader

johnny and ponyboy x shy!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

johnny cade x reader, ponyboy curtis x reader (separate)

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aaah!! loved this request!! i put my soul into these small blurbs 😭 i got two reqs for johnny and pony x shy reader so i just decided to kill two birds with one stone, yknow?

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mentions of scars in johnny’s, lmk if i missed anything!!

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❥ first off, JOHNNY is also a little shy and quiet so you two would legit probably be the quietest people in the room

❥ i feel like youd guys would be very in tune with each other though, like even with just one look, you guys could understand each other

❥ like i could just imagine you and johnny sitting next to each other, you fiddling with his hands when nobody’s paying attention to you two

❥ like you guys can just understand each other, no words needed??

❥ do you get what i mean 😭😭??

❥ that being said though, if needed, johnny will come to your aid

❥ like, if dally’s bothering you an awful ton or you’re getting picked on, he’d def stand up for you in his own little way

❥ you both are quiet but nothing gets better than the late night whispers of affection you two exchange

❥ LIKEE..???

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“how come you ain’t talk much either, johnny?” you asked the boy in front of you, who lay on his side in your bed, gazing into your eyes with that kicked puppy dog look as usual.

you and johnny were never chatty, who needed words when you guys could just understand one another just by a blink?

everybody used to joke how you guys could communicate telepathically, but sometimes that thought didn’t seem so silly. it was like you guys were telepaths, and you could just read each others mind at any time.

but even with few words, you two didn’t get bored. it was at night when all the words came out. which is where you were now, tracing johnny’s scars with a gentle hand, nothing but love and admiration coating your touch.

he seemed to think for a moment, eyes darting around your face as if to memorize every feature of your face in case one day he’d never see it again.

“only words i seem to ‘ave are f’you,” he paused, taking a second to lick his slightly chapped lips, “feels like you the only person who actually hears me.” he confessed, looking back into your eyes and almost wincing, waiting for the blows that never come. he waited for the insults that would never dare leave your lips, but when you didn’t say anything, it almost made his nerves worse.

“johnny cade.” you said his name, eyes not leaving his face once. “yeah..?” he whispered, almost inaudible.

“i love you.”

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❥ you and PONYBOY are literally so cute together

❥ ponyboy is somewhat more talkative than johnny, so he’d be able to make more conversation, even if it’s awkward

❥ but sometimes ponyboy is a bit oblivious , so you might need to be a little more forward with how youre feeling

❥ sodapop always teases you both with how shy you are with each other

❥ would be more direct with telling people off for teasing you with ill intentions though

❥ you guys saw how bold he was for spitting at bob 😭

❥ AND UGH JUST IMAGINE HIM READING TO YOUUU

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your head was in ponyboy’s lap as he read one of his favorite books to you, ‘great expectations’. he was mid sentence before you dozed off, his hand buried in your hair and gently rubbing at your scalp with his free hand.

“.. and the clocks all stopped together. an e..ep—épergne, or center piece of some kind was in the middle of this cloth.’ did i say that right?” he had asked you, unaware that you had already nodded off.

“hey? you there?” he asked, tilting his head forward a little bit to check on your face, before taking notice of your sleepy state.

“oh—! shit..” he whispered. his hand still caressed your head, a soothing mechanism so you wouldn’t wake up. he couldn’t help but look lovingly at you in your serene state, how did he end up with such a perfect partner?

he smiled softly, before readjusting the book in his hand and continuing to read, still scratching at your scalp with his right hand. he didn’t mind if his legs fell asleep, as long as you got some sleep was all that matters.

boy, was ponyboy whipped.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dkfkejddksk SORRY I HAVENT BEEN PUMPING OUT FICS THAT MUCH IVE BEEEN SOO BUSY WITH SCHOOLWORK !!

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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gre4zerz · 16 days

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Dallas: Ponyboy, you dumbass.

Johnny: :]

Waitress: Didn't your parents ever teach you manners!?

Dallas: :X

Johnny: :X

Ponyboy: :X

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imdead770 · 3 months

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The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Johnny Cade

Authors Note: He's so sweet, I love him so much. So sorry for the wait, but it's here now. Enjoy.

Johnny Cade

▪︎ Words cannot describe how sweet this boy is.

▪︎ Once he finally realized he liked you he tried to ignore it

▪︎ He's never really had a girlfriend, so the idea of finally having one freaks him out

▪︎ What if he got rejected? You were way out of his league, anyways. At least that's what he thinks.

▪︎ The gang practically had to force him to ask you out

▪︎ Either A) he asked you out indirectly

▪︎ Or B) the gang set out two up

▪︎ Either way, there you two were, sitting at the diner across from each other.

▪︎ It was pretty awkward at first, he didn't really know what to do, so he just drank his milkshake to fill the silence

▪︎ Eventually you finally managed to start a conversation

" ..remember when Two-Bit shaved that squirrel Pony found? "

" heh.. yeah "

▪︎ After that the two of you hit it off

▪︎ 15 minutes in and he got more comfortable, smiling every time you talked

▪︎ You both talked, sharing a basket of fries and drinking milkshakes. 10/10 date.

▪︎ He insisted to walk you back home

▪︎ You walked right beside each other the whole time

▪︎ He wanted to hold your hand but he wasn't really ready for the whole pda thing

▪︎ Which is fine, he warms up to it later.

▪︎ Whenever you got to your house he didn't want to leave

▪︎ Instead of saying 'goodbye' like a normal date, you kissed him right on the cheek

▪︎ His smile was the sweetest thing you ever saw.

▪︎ Once you two got to your third date he figured out he really liked you

▪︎ Not just a crush, this was a thing now.

▪︎ You were both sitting at the drive-in together, right beside each other

▪︎ That's when hee finally worked up the courage to put his hand on top of yours

▪︎ You just smiled, keeping your lit-up eyes on the movie screen

▪︎ Your first kiss was probably that same night

▪︎ Not anything intimate, just a really sweet 5-second kiss

▪︎ Someone in the gang probably somehow saw it

▪︎ The whole gang found out before Johnny even got back to the Curtis house

" HOLY SHIT, JOHNNY! "

" what..? "

" Whaddya mean what!? Ya' got 'er to kiss ya'?!?"

▪︎ Once you two got more comfortable with each other, physical affection became as normal as a blue sky.

▪︎ Sure he still flinched whenever you touch a scar on his hand, but it's getting better.

▪︎ He'll hold your hand, pull you against him, play with your hair, all that.

▪︎ He keeps pet names simple

▪︎ Baby, babe, darlin' or just your name

▪︎ Always makes time for you

▪︎ It doesn't matter if there's a rumble on date night, he'd come watch a movie with you with a broken nose.

" Johnny.. you sure you don't wanna go to a hospital? "

" I'm sure, baby, it ain't even that bad. "

▪︎ Dates are normally pretty laid back and of course, cheap.

▪︎ Drive-ins, movie nights, sitting in the lot together

▪︎ One night you just sat on the grass of the lot talking, sharing a cigarette (or not, you do you)

▪︎ It doesn't matter to him as long as he gets to spend time with youm

▪︎ After a while he starts coming to your house instead of the lot

▪︎ And he's so grateful for it

▪︎ He finally has somewhere to sleep that isn't lotus infested and cold

▪︎ That and he had someone he could trust, someone to hold him.

▪︎ He always feel safer with you, like nothing could happen.

▪︎ The gang's grateful for it too

▪︎ They notice that Johnny isn't as jumpy when you're around since he's too focused on you too even flinch.

▪︎ He always finds gifts to bring you

▪︎ Sometimes Soda will give him something free at DX, sometimes Dal will steal something, other times he'll just bring you flowers he found.

▪︎ He doesn't really flirt but he definitely compliments you a concerning amount.

▪︎ HIS SCAR!?

▪︎ The same way you'd trace Steve's tattoo or play with Dal's necklace, you'd trace his scar

▪︎ Him laying down with you, listening to your steady heartbeat as you push his greased hair back to trace the scar.

▪︎ The first time you did it he tensed up, but now it's relaxing to him

▪︎ The way your thumb goes from his eyebrow down to his cheekbone could make him fall asleep.

▪︎ 😭❤️

▪︎ He knows you don't like playing with his greased up hair, he doesn't like it either, so he starts washing his hair more

▪︎ Eventually he's at the Curtis house and your house more than he's at his house

▪︎ Again, everyone's grateful for it.

▪︎ It was probably some random night in your room where he said he loved you

▪︎ He was just laying on your chest, listening to you hum quietly as you played with his for-once-actually-clean-hair

".. yknow I love you, right? "

▪︎ It took you a second to process it.

" ..yeah, I know. Love you too, Johnny "

▪︎ 😭🫶

Two-Bit's next!

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dumbponyboykinnie · 2 months

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guys look at my silly ugly little comic

i spent 29 hours and 18 minutes drawing it so look at it and tell me that i did a good job

dally secretly wants to hold the cat too

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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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i'm so in love w your writing it's crazy. also do you write for johnny cade? and if you did would you do nsfw? thank you!

Somethin’ Stupid

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: Local bonfire leads to some emotions, and filth.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Touching, kissing, consent checks, passion. Overall just very passion driven sex - it’s cute, alright?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope I did good, I haven’t written for Johnny before, had to look back at my book several times to make sure I didn’t mess up his character.

Word Count: 2.6k

Bonfires had always been a source of comfort for you, all your friends gathered in one place during the night, bright stars overhead with a plethora of conversations and alcohol to share. It was a place to reminisce, laugh over stupid past decisions, and of course light some shit on fire.

You found yourself perched up on the grass, hands behind you as you watched the group babble on about something Sodapop and Steve had done in the past, the two laughing too hard to even attempt to properly narrate the story. You had to admit, their laughter was contagious, leaving everyone nearby in fits of laughter as they tried to talk as well.

You’d been friends with them all for years, Ponyboy and Johnny the longest, seeing as how you were in several of their classes before you all graduated. They’d made you feel at home when no one else had, something you deeply appreciated even if you didn’t voice it often enough.

You were suddenly dragged from your thoughts by a nearby voice and a soft nudge against your knee. “Want one?” Johnny asked, smiling softly down at you as he extended down a bottle of coke. You nodded, taking the cold glass in your hand as Johnny moved to sit down beside you.

Out of everyone, you felt most comfortable around Johnny. He had a way of allowing you to be silent without urging for more words, or attention, or anything. He was perfectly content to sit side by side with you for hours, stargazing at the lot or going on a walk until neither of you could feel your legs.

The two of you sat like that, occasionally chiming in on the conversation, but mostly enjoying each other’s company while drinking your coke. After a bit you found yourself leaning against his side, a harmless move on your part, but one that had Johnny’s heart beating wildly in his chest. All he could focus on was the scent of your perfume and how warm you felt against him compared to the cold of the night. He’d hardly even noticed you’d been talking to him about something until you directed a question his way.

“What about you?” You asked, smiling brightly as you tilted your head back to meet his gaze. “Meet anyone special?”

He swallowed his mouthful of coke, shaking his head slowly as he mulled over your question. You knew him too well, if he tried to lie you’d point it out and it’d be even more embarrassing than if he were simply upright with his love life.

“Nope.” He replied, looking down at you. “There’s been some girls, but none that I like.”

The response intrigued you, making you sit up straighter as you turned to face him. Your intrigue stressed him out, not wanting to particularly get into what he found attractive or wanted in a woman - something he knew in the depths of his soul that you’d ask. You were a nosy person, something both he and Ponyboy had taken note of only weeks after meeting you.

“What do you like?” You asked, taking a sip of your coke, completely oblivious to the mental plight you’d just sent Johnny into.

He cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders as he looked down at the grass beneath him, using his right hand to pick at the strands. “I don’t know.” He murmured. “Girls, I guess.”

His response caused you to snort, nearly choking on your coke as you folded your legs underneath yourself, the cold earth pressed against your exposed legs. “That’s not an answer, Johnny.” You stated, wiping at your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater. “Not a real answer, anyway.”

He sighed, nodding as he laughed as well. “I guess so.” He took another sip of his coke, letting it linger in his mouth as he looked beside him for a flat spot on the ground to set the bottle down on. “Most girls don’t look at us, you know that. I mean, all they see are greasers.”

You could hear the twinge of hurt in his voice, causing your heart to ache in your chest as you frowned, taking a moment to nudge his leg with your shoe. “That’s not true.” You muttered. “I don’t see you that way.”

“You’re one of us.” He replied, giving you a kind smile as he sat his drink down. “Guess I’d want a girl who understood, was kind, like you.”

His words caught you off guard, making you flush subtly as the crackling light from the fire danced around you both, casting a warm orange hue against your skin. You could only hope your blush wasn’t apparent as Johnny looked back at you.

“Like me?” You asked, to which he nodded. “Like you.”

Words seemed to fail you then, mind muddled by the fact that Johnny seemed to be looking for a woman like you. You’d always thought you’d annoyed him and Ponyboy, but made them laugh enough that they kept you around, not that he liked you. The thought caused your blush to deepen, heat spreading down to the top of your chest as you kept his gaze.

“Do you like me, Johnny?” You asked after a breath, words ending in a fair bit of giddy laughter, the noise causing him to laugh as well as he nodded.

“Yeah, of course I do.”

You were both nearly twenty, but the way he spoke and looked at you made you feel just as you had back in grade school, how you’d nearly tripped over your own two feet meeting him for the first time. Those butterflies had never faded, if anything they’d seemed to have multiplied in your stomach.

He leaned forward then, hand moving to rest against your jaw as he placed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, and gentle, just like him. You could taste the coke on his tongue, his hand moving to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. You’d never known him to entertain women, but the way he kissed you had you reeling, he had plenty of experience and it showed.

His other hand moved to your waist, hand slipping up underneath your shirt, his touch warm against your cold skin. You’d all but forgotten you both were still attending a bonfire until Dallas whistled from across the lawn, a loud laugh following the noise.

“Lovebirds, care to move that somewhere private? Don’t want to see you two fuckin’, no offense.”

You groaned at Dallas’s crude choice of words, used to it enough for it not to bother you. Johnny seemed to flush at the words, cursing a response to Dallas who simply lifted his hands in surrender, still laughing as he moved back to the others. You looked to Johnny then, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Want to head back to mine?” You asked, giving him a short smile. “Only like a five-minute walk from here.”

He nodded, moving to his feet before extending a hand down to help you up as well. All of the guys had been to your place at one point or another, almost always due to their state of inebriation or simply because they didn’t want to head home after work. It was a modest apartment, with one bedroom and one bathroom, but the guys always slept on the pull-out couch in the living room.

The walk back to your apartment complex was nice, both of you reflecting on chaotic conversations that had taken place moments prior. The air felt different between you two, more charged, light in a way you couldn’t necessarily explain. His hand found yours as you walked through the lobby doors, fingers intertwined. You could barely focus enough to call the elevator to the main floor, the warmth and roughness of his palm against yours left you reeling, wondering if you’d remember how to breathe if he kept his hand in yours.

As soon as you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for your floor, you felt his hand tighten around yours. The elevator doors had hardly been closed for a moment before he had you pressed against the elevator wall, hand cupping your jaw as the other threaded through your hair, lips pressed to yours in a kiss you could only describe as carnal.

You could only thank God for '60s elevators and their inability to move faster than a snail's pace. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, tongue seeking his as the kiss deepened. His right hand moved from your jaw, smoothing down your side until it rested against your hip, his thumb brushing up and underneath the fabric of your shirt.

You two parted when the elevator doors opened, both thoroughly breathless, pupils blown. You swallowed, a laugh following as you fumbled for your keys in your back pocket. Johnny only nodded, clearing his throat as you both left the elevator, taking a left down your hall. You could feel his eyes watching your every move as you approached your door, his hands soon finding your hips as you unlocked your door.

His lips found yours soon after, his free hand pushing your front door closed as the other pushed you back against the wall by his grasp on your waist. Your bedroom was only a few feet away, but the way his lips felt against your neck had you fumbling with the button of your jeans. His hands smoothed up and underneath your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, a smile against his lips as he felt your heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

Neither of you needed to exchange words, your labored breaths and the way his eyes flickered between yours and your lips were more than enough. He lifted your shirt up and over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor as he leaned down, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck and down onto your chest.

Your head fell back against the wall, lips parting in soft sighs as he raised his hands to cup your breasts, gently kneading the flesh as he placed open-mouthed kisses along them. His hands moved behind you, unclasping your bra, as soon as the fabric fell to the floor his lips moved to your breasts. It was needy, hungry, something you’d never experienced before, and something you’d be left thinking about after the night was up.

As he kissed along your breasts his hands worked on unbuttoning your jeans, nearly destroying the zipper in the process as he pulled them down and off your legs. You couldn’t help the soft laugh at his eagerness, the noise causing him to laugh as well as he returned his lips to yours. Before he’d begun the process of removing his jeans he looked up at you, lifting a hand to tilt your jaw back to ensure you were meeting his gaze.

“Do you want this?” He asked, eyes searching yours for an answer. You smiled, nodding as you placed your hand over his. “I do, I want this.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, quickly resuming your kiss as his hands worked on removing his jeans and boxers, hastily pulling down your underwear after. He’d had half a mind to pull you to your bedroom, he knew where it was after spending the night in your apartment a few times, but the way you whined against his lips made him hoist you up, hands on the underside of your thighs as you wrapped your legs tight around his hips.

The wall felt cool against your skin, but all you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of his cock sliding against your folds, the slick sound of your arousal coating his skin making you blush. He pushed himself against you, securing you against the wall as he moved his hand from the underside of your thigh, guiding his cock into your waiting cunt. The accompanying stretch made you sigh, eyes fluttering as he began slowly rocking his hips, wanting to give you a few moments to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you.

“This alright?” He asked, voice strained as his hands clutched your thigh and hip. You could only nod in response, hands flush against his back as he thrusted up into you. He felt like heaven, his body so close to yours that each roll of his hips caused your clit to brush against his lower stomach, providing much-needed friction along with the feeling of his cock rutting inside of you.

You could hear his breath catch in his throat whenever you’d clench around him, fingertips grasping your flesh with enough ferocity that you were sure you’d have bruises along your skin the day after. He trailed his lips along your throat, sucking love bites into the soft skin as he fucked himself into you, smiling against your throat whenever he’d draw a moan from you.

“You sound so pretty.” He whispered, words followed by a soft grunt as his pace picked up a notch, your movements against the wall causing a series of barely audible thuds to echo throughout your living room. “You feel so good.”

His words came out hushed, always interrupted by a whine or a moan that he tried to hide in the crook of your neck. Every noise you heard from him went straight to your cunt, causing you to squeeze around him as you felt your orgasm budding in your lower stomach. Your thighs tightened around his hips, heels subtly digging into his skin as you rolled your hips to meet his movements.

“Oh, fuck-“ He whispered, eyebrows furrowing together as your hips moved with his, allowing him to fuck himself deeper into you. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your throat, each kiss intercepted by a whine or whimper of your name. Your fingers dug into the muscles lining his back, head rolling back to rest against the wall.

“I’m gonna cum-“ You murmured, words near slurred as your cunt spasmed around his cock. A strangled moan fell from his lips at the feeling of you coming undone around him, his pace faltering for mere seconds as he tried his best to keep himself upright, legs practically shaking from the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around him.

He fucked you through your orgasm, whispering words of praise as he chased his own. You threaded your fingers through his hair, subtly grasping onto the strands as he rutted into you. He seemed to like the feeling, face contorting into one of pure pleasure as he came inside of you. His hips stuttered with each wave of his orgasm, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as he grunted through the feeling. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, filling you full of his cum.

You kissed his cheek and jaw, catching your breath all the while. You couldn’t help but smile against his damp skin, loving the way he still held you in his arms even through his orgasm. A soft laugh bubbled past your lips as you tilted your head back to look up at him.

“Pretty sure my neighbors hate me now.” You joked, laughter becoming more boisterous at the blush that painted itself across Johnny’s cheeks.

“Sorry.” He replied, a coy smile on his lips as he kissed you, slowly helping you back to your own two feet as he moved to grab your clothes, turning to you with a smile that made your heart flutter within your chest. “It was worth it though.”

“Beyond worth it.” You replied.

A/N: Hello, all! This is my first writing for Johnny, I hope I did him justice. I had to reread a few sections of my book to make sure I wasn’t going too astray from his character. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this! All of my writing can be found over on my ao3 as well under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you guys for reading, even if you just skim I appreciate the interactions nonetheless!

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cranberrv · 6 months

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⪩⪨ dating johnny cade headcanons

a/n : i hate this, i’m so sorry this took me all of 15 minutes but i needed to post something !!!!! maybe ill make a better version sometime, stay tuned <3 requests open btw (not proofread not proofread ignore any mistakes lovely)

- you’re his saviour

- you know the saying, ‘when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light?’

- you’re his light

- if he’s having a bad day or his parents have kicked him out again, guess who he’s going to?

- not even to talk about it, just to be surrounded by this warmth that makes him forget about all his problems

- unlike dallas, he loves hugs and cuddling all. the. time.

- well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. he hates cuddling in front of the gang. the gang will just tease him but his relationship with you is something he doesn’t wanna be teased about

- he doesn’t like big gestures

- he’s not the type to write you a poem (ponyboy cough cough) and he’s not the type to buy you cliche gifts like chocolate and flowers

- he does things that mean something, like a necklace with your favourite flower on it, a shirt of a band you two like listening to together

- one of his favourite pastimes is listening to music w you actually!

- i like to think johnny really likes music, like elvis and van morrison

- he’ll always buy new cassettes to listen to with you

- he wishes he could take you to concerts, but he’s too broke for that :(

- ugh i should probably move on but imagine spooning with johnny on your bed listening to music that’s adorable

- if he sees you laughing with a guy he doesn’t know or trust, he’ll feel a mix of jealous and insecure

- he doesn’t act on his jealousy, he just patiently waits until it’s his turn to talk to you

- if you bring up that he’s acting up, he’s not gonna talk about it, denying it

- “nah man idk what you mean, im fine”

- you guys argue occasionally, but only about things that really matter

- he doesn’t want you talking to socs, or you don’t want him to live with his parents anymore

- it’s a reasonable and patient conversation over an argument in his mind

- he has never made you cry and never will, or else he’ll cry

- sitting in the lot gazing up at the stars is his idea of a date. pointing out the moon and making a wish on the first star. smoking cigarettes and sitting back on the cheap fabric of some old thrown-out furniture

- him wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, the two of you falling asleep under the stars

- sometimes you’ll catch him just staring at you. not in a creepy or weird way, just admiring.

- noticing his shoulders relax when he’s in a poor mood but then suddenly you come around is your favourite feeling

- he makes you feel so special, like you’re worth a million bucks

- he practically worships the ground you walk on (and vice versa!)

- puppy love

- you two like each other soooo much and it’s so obvious

- sometimes he gets a little insecure around the gang or socs, not being all mushy (not like he usually is anyway)

- he’s usually more reserved, saving the cuddling and gifts for alone time

- anyway you two are in love probably and it’s really cute

- sorry lovely this was rly rushed :( ill post a better version soon 💋

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