Would U Write A Little Something About Giving Dally A Blowjob? I Feel Like He’d Be Sooo Mean About

it makes me so sad to see blogs that haven't posted in like months like pookie cum back 💔

omg i'm gonna bust 🙏🏼 (matt in his active era omg)

˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

his voice omg

just found some new photos of matt and i wanna **** him while he *** me and ***** *** ****

JOHNNY SMUT??? please.?? (Rough)

·. ˚ ༘ everybody here wants you

— ex!johnny cade x ex!reader

song 𝄞 everybody here wants you by jeff buckley

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, rough sex, harassment, alcohol, squirting

johnny laid on the curtis couch, his legs laid out and his arms behind his head. he hadn't gone out in weeks, not since the both of you split.

it didn't end on good terms, if anything, it was extremely messy. you had told him you wanted to talk after school and he could tell by your voice that it was serious. he thought that maybe he had gotten you pregnant or you were moving, something big— he didn't think that it would be so big to the point where he would be crying himself to sleep for weeks.

"I'm not good for you." you stated, attempting to hold back tears. your insecurities had gotten the best of you, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Johnny was surprised because.. well, you two were good. better than good, you two were amazing? at least, that's how it seemed. there were no signs that you were going to break up with him. you weren't pulling away and your behaviour toward him hadn't changed. the only thing that changed was the way you viewed yourself. you hated your body, the way you smiled, how many mental issues you had and the baggage that came along with it. Johnny has enough on his hands, he doesn't need me to add to that you always thought to yourself. but you were wrong, dead wrong. he did need you, more than anything, you just couldn't see it. you couldn't see what he saw in you.

"what are you talking about?" he responded, his heart breaking as he watched you explain how you were a burden to him and that he didn't need you. "I do need you. I need you more than anything. you are everything to me. you help me-"

"no, I don't. i'm only dragging you down ,Johnny."

the sound of you using his full name practically confirmed what was happening. you never called him Johnny, not even in serious situations. you only ever used Jay, JJ, or any pet names that you both used for each other.

after more bickering and Johnny trying to get you to stay, you left. you left him in the lot alone, the cold winds howling as the fire at his feet burnt out and the darkness consumed his surroundings.

now, he found himself moping around the curtis home for the 6th time that week. "man, you gotta get up." groaned Pony, clearly frustrated that his best friend wasn't doing anything except sulking. every time he asked to hang out, Johnny just mumbled "not right now" before turning over or going to the bathroom. "I get you loved her and all, but she ain't the only girl in the world."

"he's right." said Steve from the dining room table as he placed a card onto the deck in front of Soda.

Johnny didn't listen, he didn't want to. he simply rolled over, as he usually did, and closed his eyes in hopes he could sleep and forget about everything.

after a quick nap, he woke up 2 hours later to the sound of the gang hollering, making him groan and stuff his face into a pillow. "we are gonna pick up so many chicks tonight!" he heard Two-Bit cackle, patting Johnny's thigh as he picked his legs up off of the couch before placing them back down in his lap.

"where are y'all going?" Johnny asked, finally sitting up, his hair messy and ungreased.

"Bucks. there's a huge party there tonight since Buck is celebrating something, I dunno" Dally informed him, mumbling the last part. Johnny hummed in response, leaning back as he watched whatever show was on the TV. Dally stared at him for a bit before a lightbulb basically appeared over his head. "come with us."

"what?"

"you heard me. you've been moping non-stop for weeks. it's time you get out and find a new chick to fawn over. forget about her."

"I can't just do that Dal, yknow that." Johnny mumbled, playing with his nails. Johnny never listened to Dally about relationship advice, not unless it was about sex. Dally knew everything about pleasing a woman right, yet he knew nothing about making a woman happy outside of the bedroom. his longest relationship lasted 6 months, and that was on and off.

"Dal is right" Soda said, sitting on the arm of the couch that was next to Johnny. "maybe going to this party will help you forget about her, just for tonight. you can have a few drinks, maybe play some pool.."

the idea sounded somewhat intriguing to Johnny. he had been trying everything to avoid thinking about you, and the only thing that ever works is sleep— the only bad part about that method is that you can't sleep forever, no matter how much Johnny wanted to. "fine" he groaned, getting up for the first time in hours. "can I borrow some grease Pone?" Johnny asked, Ponyboy nodding with a smile as he was relieved that his friend was finally up and no longer melting into the couch.

Johnny walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to get ready for the party.

as soon as the gang entered Bucks, it reeked of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco. It made Johnny's stomach churn, his nose burning at the stench. because Johnny hadn't been to a party in a while, he was no longer used to the toxicity of a party atmosphere. now, he had to readjust whilst trying not to hurl.

the boys immediately went over to the bar, ordering a round of beers for everyone. Dally handed Johnny the beer before giving him a pat on the back and shouting over the music, "drink up man!"

Johnny obeyed, almost chugging the first beer in a few minutes before ordering a second, surprising everyone. Johnny wasn't much of a drinker. sure, he got drunk and would sometimes have a beer to cool down, but he never did it excessively. he wasn't one to rush to the bar when the opportunity arose, not like Two-Bit or Dally.

as he took a sip of his second beer, tuning into the gang's conversation, Soda suddenly stopped mid story, making everyone confused. Soda's face was no longer bright, but was instead concerned, as if he had just witnessed a car crash or something.

he stared at a specific area of the room, making everyone stare, Johnny included. when he turned around, he felt his heart sink. there you were, leaning against the wall as you talked with your friends.

you looked so beautiful. you were wearing the short black dress that he loved so much paired with fancy lace stockings. you looked as though you had just walked out of Vogue, practically taunting him with your beauty.

Johnny quickly chugged down his second beer before ordering a 3rd. "Johnny, slow down man." Soda said worried, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine" Johnny said sternly, shrugging him off.

halfway through his 3rd beer, he began to feel its effects wearing on him. he wasn't entirely drunk, but he definitely wasn't sober either. his thoughts were getting a bit fuzzy and the music somehow got louder, despite the volume of the jukebox in the corner staying the same.

as he continued to listen to Two-Bit talk about one of his bizarre adventures he had gone on earlier that day, a sudden commotion began on the other side of the room. everyone turned to see what was happening, Johnny included.

he felt his heart stop as he saw some guy trying to get a hold on you, gripping your arm tightly as you yelled at him to let go. before Johnny could think, he began rushing toward you in anger, the ground practically shaking. he grabbed the guy by the shirt, swinging him around and down onto the floor, causing the wind to be knocked out of him. Johnny was stunned, stunned that he even managed to get the guy down, stunned that he even found the courage to do it.

sure, he fought in rumbles and knew how to fight, and he would always defend you against guys when they were trying to make a move on you, but those situations never got violent. this time, it was different. the mixture of booze and heartbreak gave him confidence, a confidence he never had before.

as the guy began to stand up, fury boiling within him and his fists clenched, Johnny, without a second thought, grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to safety. you didn't argue, continuing to trail behind him as you both entered an empty bedroom.

as soon as the door was closed and locked, the both of you began to catch your breath. the room was silent except for heavy breathing and muffled music from downstairs. "you okay?" Johnny asked, walking toward you.

"yeah.." you said softly after a few moments of silence. the air was thick, tension high. the both of you stared at one another longingly. you stared into his eyes as he stared into yours, your pupils filled with things you were desperate to express but were too scared to say. "thank you." you finally said to him, sitting on the bed.

"no need to thank me. that guy was being a creep."

"yeah" you chuckled as you looked down at your shoes, the room silent once again. Johnny walked over, sitting next to you yet still keeping a good distance as to not make you uncomfortable. he wanted so desperately to reach out and hold you, to feel your skin against his after so long. "i'm sorry."

"what for?"

"you know what for, Johnny." you looked up at him sadly, your eyes resembling those of a lost puppy. you could feel tears brim your waterline, threatening to fall as you thought about what had happened between you two. you blinked them away the best you could, turning away as a few fell. you quickly wiped them, sniffling before laughing to yourself.

Johnny made his way closer to you, scooting on the mattress ever so slightly. "you don't gotta be." he began, "I know what it's like to feel.. lost. like you don't deserve nothin' good. like you're nothing"

you looked back at him sympathetically, him giving you a small smile that you missed so dearly. then, you burst into tears. you couldn't help it. your emotions, mixed with booze, mixed with everything that had just happened, it was all too much.

without hesitation, Johnny pulled you into him, holding you tightly as if you would slip away forever if he were to let go. he laid soft kisses on top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry." you cried, clinging onto his shirt, tears staining the fabric.

"shh, you don't gotta be sorry baby." he whispered, the pet name along with his voice making your heart soar.

you pulled away from his chest, looking at him, your faces merely centimetres apart. before either of you could say anything, your lips met in a passionate kiss. you held his face in your hands, his hands in your hair before slowly sliding down onto your waist. he helped lift you into his lap, your legs now straddling him. he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily allowed.

as your tongues melded together and your lips pressed against one another, you could feel warmth begin to pool between your legs. Johnny felt his dick get hard as you ever so slightly grinded against him.

"do you want to-"

"yes." you said breathlessly without a second thought. Johnny's hands immediately flew to the bottom of your dress, slowly lifting it up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor.

you two continued making out until you were both left in only your underwear. he laid you down against the mattress before leaving harsh kisses down your body, making his way toward where you needed him most.

he looked up at you for permission, hooking his finger into the waistband of your panties. you nodded, leaning on your elbows as you watched him discard your underwear, spreading your legs and placing his face between them. he peppered soft kisses on the skin of your inner thighs, making you whine.

without warning, Johnny began eating you out like a man starved. his tongue massaged every spot perfectly, his mouth now covered in your slick. you were a moaning mess, your breath and legs both shakey as he continued to lap at your pussy. "f-fuck" you whimpered, trying everything in your power to not clamp your legs together. you began to play with his hair as he continued to please you, lightly tugging at his roots whenever he hit your sweet spot.

as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, you spread your legs wider for him, something he knew you always did when you were close. he began to suck harshly at your clit, the sound of slurping along with your moans filling the room. "fuck, you taste so good" he groaned into your pussy, giving off vibrations that made you want to scream. "I missed this."

"I'm gonna.. cum" you panted, moaning and whimpering as he continued his harsh assault on your clit.

"cum for me, let your pretty pussy cum all over my face." and you did, you came with a loud moan followed by a soft whimper as you came down from your high. Johnny left a few more kisses on your pussy lips before coming back up, his lips glistening and chin wet.

you both smiled at each other before Johnny began to suck harshly at your neck, leaving marks that were sure to be very obvious tomorrow.

"I wanna fuck the shit out of you." he whispered into your ear, his boldness making you more and more needy.

"please.." you groaned, running your fingers through his thick strands.

Johnny began to pulling down his boxers before throwing them onto the pile of clothes below, his dick now free, his pink tip covered in pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times as you spread your legs again.

he stared into your eyes as he slowly slid into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him. "fuck" he moaned, waiting a few moments for you to adjust.

"move.. please" you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you closer (if that was even possible). Johnny wasted no time in beginning to thrust into you, his pace somewhat fast but not too harsh. "more.. please. fuck me harder"

"yes ma'am" he smirked as he began to practically pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. "oh fuck!" Johnny groaned loudly, making your pussy flutter around him, his noises making you want to cum right then and there. "fuck. you feel so good baby. you're such a good girl. god, I missed you so much."

"I missed you baby" you whimpered before pulling him into a passionate kiss. you slipped your tongue into his mouth, holding his jaw as one of his hands held onto your waist, the other beside your head for support. as he continued to fuck you, you felt that you wanted more of him, that you needed more of him. "I want more." you whispered against his lips. as if he could read your mind, Johnny pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach with your ass in the air.

he rubs his slick between your folds a few times, making you whimper before slipping back inside of you. he continues his rough and fast pace, making you moan his name over and over. "you're so fucking beautiful" he says breathless, his hands massaging your ass before giving it a firm smack, making you squeal. "god I fucking- fuckin' love you."

"I love you too, Jay." you moaned out, your nickname for him making his heart pound as it brought back all of the memories you two shared together.

without thinking, Johnny began to pound into you as fast as he could, making you practically scream. "fuck! oh fuck!" you yelled, holding onto the headboard for dear life as you felt yourself about to finish. "i'm cumming!" you shouted, a warm feeling of pleasure bubbling in your stomach. suddenly, clear liquid shot out of you, soaking Johnny and the sheets below.

despite catching Johnny by surprise, the sight of it turned Johnny on, making him cum thick ribbons onto your stomach, the feeling of your warm liquid soaking his dick pushing him off the edge.

as you both came down from your highs, you collapsed, laying on your back, Johnny still on his knees. "well.. that's new." he chuckled. you laughed in response, nodding. "did you know that you could?.."

"no.. that's a first" you joked, Johnny nodding with a smile as he reached over the nightstand, grabbing a few tissues. he immediately began to clean you up, softly opening your legs and gently rubbing any residue off of your pussy before wiping his cum off of your stomach. he cleaned himself up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash nearby.

he laid next to you, pulling your body into his. as you laid there together, both of your legs intertwined, you couldn't stop thinking about how much you missed one another.

"I missed you." you finally spoke, nervous about what Johnny would say.

"I missed you too" he mumbled into your hair before laying a soft kiss a top of your head, stroking the strands lightly.

"I wanna be with you, if you'll have me" you told him nervously. there was silence for a moment before he lifted your chin up with his finger, laying a soft kiss onto your lips.

"course I will"

btw i just wanna let you guys know that i won't be writing anything x reader for two-bit, steve, darry, or pony since i just don't get the hype. sorry 🤷‍♀️

i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.

#gangshippinghater

₊ ˚. ✩ this was all for you

— dallas winston x runaway!reader

song 𝄞 nettles by ethel cain

warnings: language, mentions of sex, smoking + alcohol

365 days, 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,560,000 seconds. that's how long you had been gone.

when you first went missing, everyone thought that you had been kidnapped. maybe you were on a walk and some creepy old man snatched you away, or maybe you said 'no' to the wrong guy and got unlucky— but Dallas knew the truth, because he got the truth gifted to him, straight from you. the note that you left on his bed told it all, and it revealed to him that he was the one who got unlucky.

dear my dearest dally,

by the time you find this letter, i will be gone. there is no point in trying to catch up to me as i haven't told anyone where i'm going and i am long gone by now, hopefully. i want to be honest and clear. bel i didn't leave because of you, if it were, i would tell you. i left because i couldn't take it anymore. i couldn't take the constant fighting of sides, the rumbles, the constant fearing for my well being when i'm out on a walk in town. i felt trapped in that town, and no one could hear me scream, except for you. i can't you were the only one who truly understood what i was going through. you were the only one who ever truly knew me. i don't want you to track me down, i want you to stay away live out your life the way you deserve to live it. i was a burden, and you had your own burdens to deal with. i was dragging you down with me and even if you don't want to admit it, it's the truth. i'm sorry, dallas. i love you more than you will ever know. everything that i did was for you.

when Dally read the letter, he wanted to rip it to shreds, set the scraps on fire and watch them burn.. but he didn't. instead, he cried softly into the paper, smearing the ink and smudging the words. Dallas Winston didn't cry, not for anything or anyone, not even for Johnny.

his throat felt clogged and his mouth began to salivate, as if he were about to throw up. it didn't feel real to him at first, he thought that maybe this was some big joke and that you would walk through the door a few seconds later to hug him and tell him that you were sorry, that you didn't mean to hurt him. but the door stayed closed, and you stayed gone.

after Dally gathered himself, he did exactly what you told him not to do, go looking for you. but you knew that he wouldn't listen to your words, so you took extra care in covering your tracks.

when he went to your apartment to look for clues, the furniture was all covered in white sheets like an old abandoned home in those scary movies the both of you used to watch together. he opened every drawer, scanned every nook and cranny, and even the tiny cracks in the walls that had been there since you first invited him over before you two even began dating. nothing. everything was spotless, not even dust remained for him to find. the only thing left was the scent of you, still somewhat lingering in the air.

after doing a million more checks of the same spots, Dally was convinced that you truly were gone. before he left, he walked over to the window sill you two would share a cigarette at after sex or a long night of talking. he ran his fingers over the engraved initials on the wooden window sill, ones that he carved out of his switchblade and you scolded him for, complaining that he would have to fix it later, but of course, he never did.

after that day, he tried to forget about you. whenever someone would bring you up, you'd shrug and pretend to not know you. whenever he had sex with other girls, he would try to not moan out your name or think about your lips kissing that sweet spot on his neck that no one else knew about. whenever he would walk by a bush of gardenias, he would hold his breath as they smelt exactly like your perfume. though he did all of these things, you still lingered. like a character haunting the narrative of his story.

he stuffed the letter under his mattress as to preserve it whilst also keeping it out of sight and out of mind. he would occasionally think about flipping it up and pulling the paper out, but he held back, for he knew the pain he would feel by just seeing your handwriting was too much.

why? why didn't she take me with her? it would've been safer, better he always thought to himself, the inner turmoil overtaking his mind.

slowly, he began to somewhat accept it. he no longer wanted to forget you, but embrace the fact that you came and left. he began to pick petals off of the gardenia bush every time he walked past it and stuff them in his pockets. and every time someone mentioned your name, he would no longer tense up, but instead acknowledge it and move on. still, you lingered, and he could never get rid of the pang in his heart when he thought of the way you would hold him close at night, the way you would brush your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp in the way he liked it. sometimes, when he was having a drink at Bucks, he would think about the way you would always have little sips of your alcohol, saying that any bigger was too much.

tonight was no different. as he sat at the bar, staring into his whiskey, he couldn't help but think of you. "hey Dal? you still with us?" Two-Bit asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"uh yeah" he said, attempting to play it off, but everyone knew that he was thinking about you. since you left, he hasn't been the same, and his friends would see it every time they looked at him. "so uh we still going to the rodeo on friday?"

"you bet" Soda chuckled, patting him on the back before returning to their previous conversation. Dally was looking forward to that rodeo as it would get you off of his mind as you weren't a rodeo gal, always complaining that it was too violent and upsetting to see people get hurt and animals taken advantage of, despite him always telling you that they were well maintained and fed. there was nothing of you that was left behind in that stadium.

once friday rolled around, the gang all got ready and headed to the rodeo, adrenaline pumping in excitement to see cowboys be kicked on their asses. they would whoop and holler on their way to the entrance from the parking lot, swinging their bandanas above their head like a lasso.

as they took their seats and waited for the show to start, Dally scanned the crowd, the house full.

suddenly, his heart stopped. he swore- no? it couldn't be you, could it? you left. you were gone and you weren't coming back. and you didn't like rodeos, you hated them. you would always refuse to go them and would instead suggest a movie or dinner somewhere.

as the crowd roared for the first person who was about to mount their bull, the person got up and began to head toward the exit where the food was. he didn't even wait a second before he followed suit, heading toward your side of the venue.

as he got closer and his vision cleared, that's when he saw it. you. it really was... you.

he stormed toward you, rage building up within him, ready to shout at you and berate you in anger about you leaving. but once he saw you smile in gratitude at the cashier, thanking you for the meal that would "be out shortly", all of that went away. instead, he wanted to run to you and hold you, tell you that he was sorry for driving you away despite the fact that in your letter you said otherwise.

he stood there, waiting for you to notice him, until you did. he visibly saw your breath hitch, your body tensing up. he watched as your nails dug into your palms, a nervous tic that you had— sometimes it was so intense, you would make your palms bleed and he would have to clean them up and kiss them better.

"hey." he said, his voice blank yet full of emotion.. full of words that he wanted to say.

"hi." you responded, your voice shakey. you didn't even hear your number for your food being called as you were too focused on him. you wanted so desperately to run to him, kiss him all over and tell him that you were sorry, because it was true. you were sorry. you were sorry that you left so suddenly, that you didn't say goodbye and instead left a stupid note. you regretted it all, as soon as you saw that "thank you visiting Tulsa sign" you wanted to turn back. but it was too late, the damage had been done, and you believed that he had probably moved on with his life, so you tried to do the same. but everything reminded you of him. "still like the rodeos, huh?"

"you do now too I guess?"

"no.. not really. I was dragged here by- a friend" you hesitated on the end of the sentence as the idea of having friends that weren't his friends was a foreign thing for you both. you always shared friend groups and were always around one another no matter what. Dally didn't say anything, only humming in response.

the air was thick, so thick you felt as though you were suffocating. you felt tears begin to prick your eyes the longer you stared at him. he didn't look well, at least, not as well as he used to. his eye bags were more visible and his lips were more chapped from you not kissing them.

"is it a guy?" Dally asked hesitantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a nervous tic you knew he had.

"no" you chuckled lightly, "I haven't been with anyone since.."

"not even slept with?" he asked softly, stepping closer, your bodies only a few inches away from one another. you cleared your throat, not out of discomfort, but out of feeling guilty, because the answer to the question was yes.

"they didn't mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

"mine didn't either" he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, making you bite back a small smile that threatened to form on your lips. you looked up to see him slightly smiling as well, and that's when you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in. you began to sob, holding your face in your hands.

you began to turn on your heels to walk away as you were embarrassed to be so weak in front of him, but before you could even take a step, he swung you around and held you, pulling you into his chest. without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around him, instantly feeling relieved.

"i'm so- sorry" you sobbed into his jacket, your voice muffled. "I wanted to turn back. I regret it so bad Dally, I r-really do"

"I know baby, I know." he whispered, kissing the top of your head over and over, attempting to not allow his voice to crack or stutter as he tried to hold back his own tears.

"can you.. forgive me?" you pleaded, pulling away when you only heard heavy breathing. you looked up to look at him, only to have your face pulled into his, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you cupped his face, his hands now on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" he told you after you both pulled away, making you laugh as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. your laugh instantly healed him, it sounding like a song he missed hearing. "don't leave me.. please" he whispered to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"I won't.. ever." you replied, staring back, his brown eyes, no longer looking blue.

begs for slow burn/fluff w Johnny Cade ppl don’t write enough for my boy 😓

(love ur writing btw)

୭ °۪ ׂ heavy

—johnny cade x reader

warnings: language

the crowded school hallway smelt of expensive perfumes and hair grease, the hair thick and humid as students danced around one another to get to their classes. you stood up against the lockers, chatting with your friend Angela as the world faded around you both.

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you spun around to see your best friend Johnny standing in front of you, a grin on his face.

"hey"

"hey johnnycake!" you exclaimed excitedly, giving him a hug. "you still wanna hang out after school?"

"sure thing" he says, the school bell going off and filling the halls, sending lingering students on their way to class, including you and Angela.

you look at Angela to see her stifling a laugh, biting her lip. "what?"

"he loves you so much, my god" she cackles, wrapping her arm around yours.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh in response as the both of you enter the classroom. the both of you walked to your desks that sat side by side, sitting down and placing your books onto the wooden surface. "Johnny and I have been friends since grade school. If he was in love with me, he would've made a move by now. besides, I don't like him like that"

"yeah right. this is Johnny we're talking about. he's the last person to tell you how he feels."

"that's not true, he tells me everything." and it was true, he did tell you everything. the both of you had been friends since you were 9 and he were 10. you had found him sitting alone on the curb of a street corner by your house when you were walking home from the store one day.

you had offered to bring him back to yours as it was cold and dreary, and despite him refusing, he ended up in your living room only 15 minutes later.

since then, the two of you had always been each others number 1. every time he needed to vent about his parents, you would be there— and every time an ignorant Soc made you cry, you would run to him for comfort.

as you waited for Johnny at the front of the school after class, you couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said, an endless thought loop playing in your head. you thought about all of the times that Johnny would gaze at you when you weren't looking, all the times he would hold you longingly as you cried into his chest. the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

"you ready to go?" you heard Johnny say from behind you.

"yeah" you smiled as you two began walking toward your house. the both of you talked one another's ear off, talking about anything and everything as you two always did. as you arrived at your home, you noticed your mothers car was gone meaning that the house was empty. you preferred it that way as your mother always teased and embarrassed you in front of Johnny, believing that you two were having some secret love affair.

you walked through the front door, setting your books down on the table nearby, your arms instantly feeling relief from no longer being weighed down by unnecessarily heavy textbooks.

"you want anything? water, juice, a snack?" you asked, walking over to your kitchen and opening your fridge, scanning for anything new that may have been added to the shelves while you were at school.

"i'm alright" Johnny shrugged, not wanting to bother you or "steal" your food, despite the fact that you were offering it and he wasn't taking anything without permission. he often felt like a burden, but you always tried your best to remind him that he wasn't.

you grabbed a coke, walking over to Johnny who was now sitting on the couch. you snapped open the can, the tab letting out a satisfying pop sound. you took a gulp, a little getting on the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy flipping through TV channels, yet Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of that small drop running down your skin— not because it bothered him, but because it was right by your soft pair of lips, ones that he had been longing to kiss.

"anything you wanna watch?" you asked him, continuing to flip through the channels.

"you." he mumbled, gazing at you lovingly. despite his voice being low and quiet, you knew what he had said. you turned to him, his gaze not turning away from you as it usually did when you caught him staring.

you both stared into one another's eyes before looking at each others lips.

"I really like you." he said to you without thinking as he was too busy staring at you.

Angela was right, you thought to yourself, and I was wrong. you were wrong about not liking Johnny, of course you liked him. after all of these years, how could you not? he was perfect in every way. you couldn't find a single flaw in the boy, not even the scar on his cheek or the slight gap in between his two front teeth. he was beautiful in every way. he was kind and sincere, he never judged you, and by god was he handsome.

it all made sense— every time a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell yourself that the anger you felt was simply you feeling protective over him, not wanting him to get hurt by a girl who was looking for a good time, and every time you thought about him as you lay in bed at night, your mind would always wander to his plush lips and dark brown eyes. you realised that you didn't just like him, you loved him.

"I really like you too." you replied after a long pause. he cupped your jaw with both hands before slowly pulling you in, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you felt your heart burst, your body finally feeling relieved. it was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you were floating.

after all of these years, you finally understood why your heart would race whenever you saw him, and why you couldn't help but look at him in adoration as he laughed infectiously. you had wanted him, and you finally had him.