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hii! could you do a johnny cade x fem!reader where she lies to her parents about having extended cheer practice so she could see johnny at the drive-in due to her parents being strict (especially her dad), at the theater it’s all puppy love, but when he walks her home, they kiss for the first time and her mom sees but doesn’t say anything when she walks in. (inspired by the priscilla movie)
of course!! I love this idea, thank you for the request !
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ㅤㅤㅤ⋆。‧Extended Practice ɞ˚‧。⋆
you weren’t supposed to be here.
not here, not tonight, not at the dusty little drive-in with your pom-poms still hidden in the trunk of your best friend’s car and your cheer skirt folded neatly beneath your sweater. you were supposed to be at “practice” — or at least, that’s what your daddy thought.
practice had ended two hours ago.
but how could you not see him?
johnny cade had a way of making you forget what rules were. not because he was reckless — no, nothing like that. he was soft-spoken and sweet and never pushed, never asked for more than what you could give him. but with the way he looked at you — like you weren’t just some pretty girl in a pleated skirt but something more, something worth waiting on — it made you want to break all the little rules you’d been raised on.
and tonight, you wanted to break them all for just a little while longer.
the drive-in was half-empty, warm summer wind slipping through the wide night sky, brushing loose strands of hair across your lipgloss. johnny sat beside you, quiet as usual, his knee just barely brushing against yours in the back row of those old iron benches.
your heart fluttered so hard you swore he could hear it.
“y’sure you won’t get in trouble for stayin’ out so late?” he asked, voice soft and sweet like he didn’t want to ruin the quiet between you.
you smiled, tucking your chin shyly. “they think i’m at practice.” you bit the inside of your cheek, leaning in a little closer just because you could. “besides… it’s worth it.”
johnny’s cheeks flushed pink under the glow of the projector. “yeah?”
you nodded. “mm-hm. ‘s worth it to see you.”
truth was, you’d been doing this for weeks now, stretching practice an hour longer here, catching a ride home from your friend’s boyfriend there. your mama was always the softer one. she’d believe you no matter what you said. it was your dad you had to fool.
but right now, none of that mattered. right now, there was only you and johnny and the movie you weren’t watching and the hush of the wind slipping between you.
he reached for your hand slow, careful, like he wasn’t sure if he should. his fingers were warm, a little rough from work, but his thumb brushed over your knuckles like he thought you were made of something fragile.
you squeezed his hand. smiled again. watched the way he smiled back, all soft and nervous, like he couldn’t believe you were really here with him.
the movie ended too fast.
walking home, it felt like your heart was pounding right up in your throat. johnny kicked pebbles with his old sneakers, stealing glances at you like he couldn’t help himself. your house wasn’t far now. just a block or two more.
“hey, uh…” his voice broke the quiet. “i… been wantin’ to… well, i mean, if it’s alright with you…”
you turned to look at him. big brown eyes. soft mouth. hands shoved in his jacket pockets like he didn’t know where else to put them.
“what is it, johnny?”
he swallowed hard. “can i… kiss you goodnight?”
your heart about flew out of your chest. “y-yeah… yeah, you can.”
he smiled, a little shy, a little proud of himself. and right there beneath the streetlamp, in front of the white-picket fence your daddy built with his bare hands, johnny leaned in slow. like he had all the time in the world to figure you out.
the kiss was sweet. a little nervous. soft lips, soft sighs, soft hands cupping your jaw just so he could tilt his head the right way. it wasn’t perfect. but it was good.
and when you pulled away — breathless, giggly, dizzy — your heart froze.
because standing at the window? behind the sheer lace curtain?
your mama.
watching.
but when you walked through the front door a minute later, she didn’t say a word.
just smiled that small, secret kind of smile. the kind mamas give their daughters when they remember what it’s like to be young and in love and breaking tiny rules for the first time.
“how was practice, baby?”
“good,” you whispered, touching your lips like they still burned from the kiss. “real good.”
and your mama just nodded.
“mm-hm. i bet it was.”
I loved the way this turned out, and I really hope you did too! thank for you reading xoxo💌
do you write smut <3
helloo !! I am perfectly fine with writing suggestive content or insinuations, but unfortunately I don’t write smut until I would say I can. Thank you ! 💌
Hi! I want to send in a request but I don't know what you're comfortable writing or are not comfortable writing? Thanks in advance!!
hii !! I do believe I put on my one of my posts that I could link later on what I was and wasn’t comfortable with writing, but I’ll gladly put it again! I’m perfectly fine with suggestive content, but I don’t believe I have it in me to write any actual smut ! Sorry. I don’t write anything other angst and fluff for minor characters, and no character x character. and of course, absolutely no non con! Those are the main things I would say I’m not comfortable with, thank you for asking !! 💌
If you’re still taking requests for Logan fics I would love to read one about a reader who seems unassuming and weak but beats Logan in a sparring match. Maybe she’s a teacher and doesn’t necessarily participates in X-men missions but gets sucked into combat training and surprises Logan by pinning him. I am picturing this with Logan in X2.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨ don’t blink ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
🩰 A/N : loved this idea! I live for reader being confident in fics <3
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You weren’t an X-Men team member.
You taught Comparative Ethics and Tactical Strategy at the school—dressed in cardigans, drank tea with honey, and always left a peppermint on your desk for your students.
You weren’t flashy. You weren’t intimidating.
You weren’t a threat.
But then again… no one had ever seen you fight.
Until today.
Logan rolled his shoulders as he stepped onto the mat, his usual scowl in place. “You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?” he asked, brow raised. “You’re not exactly built for combat.”
You gave him a tight smile as you tugged off your sweater, revealing a fitted tank beneath.
“Good thing we’re not judging by size.”
A few students lingered around the training bay. Word had spread that you had gotten roped into a sparring demo after Beast bailed.
And Logan? He thought he was doing everyone a favor. Teach the dainty academic a lesson. Show the kids how real fighters move.
He didn’t know you’d trained with covert units before becoming a teacher.
Didn’t know you could read his footwork, predict his moves like chess pieces.
Didn’t know that beneath your soft smile was a steel edge.
The match began.
He lunged—too confident, too fast—and you pivoted, fluid as water. His claws weren’t out (thankfully), but he still swung with force. You blocked, swept his leg, and ducked under his arm all in one motion.
He grunted as he hit the mat. “The hell—?”
“Don’t blink, Logan,” you said sweetly, offering a hand to help him up. “You might miss something.”
He took it—and tried to twist into a grapple.
Big mistake.
You countered, twisted his wrist, and in three efficient steps, had him flat on his back with your knee pressed firmly to his chest. The wind left him in a shocked oof.
Silence from the observing students.
Then—“Holy crap,” someone whispered.
You leaned down just slightly, breath calm. “You telegraph your left hook. Might want to work on that.”
Logan stared up at you, chest rising beneath your knee, eyes narrowed—but not angry. No, he was… impressed.
And something else, too.
When you stood and offered your hand again, he took it with a low chuckle. “Alright, teach. Remind me not to piss you off.”
“Noted,” you said, brushing your hair back into place. “Same time next week?”
He smirked, rubbing his ribs. “You’re on.”
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Could you please please do sweetheart soc x Dallas where theyre dating and he has a soft spot for her?!! Love your account by the way!!
⋆˚࿔ playing dangerous ♡ ֺֺ
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You weren’t exactly the kind of girl people expected to see with someone like Dallas Winston.
With your pearl earrings, manicured nails, and light colored cardigans, you didn’t blend into his world—you stood out like a flower growing through a sidewalk crack. And yet, there you were, sitting cross-legged on the hood of Buck’s car in his front yard, pink bubblegum between your teeth and Dally’s leather jacket slung over your shoulders.
“You’re gonna catch a cold dressed like that,” Dallas muttered, lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the car beside you.
You tilted your head, flashing him a grin. “You gave me your jacket, remember?”
Dally grumbled something about how he should’ve kept it, but when you slipped your hand into his, his fingers curled around yours without hesitation. He always tried to act tough, but around you, the edges of his sharpness softened. Just a little.
He had a soft spot for you, and everyone knew it—even if he’d never admit it.
Once, Two-Bit teased him about it when you brought cookies to the Curtis house in a heart-patterned tin. “Dally’s got himself a real-life sweetheart,” he snickered, popping a cookie into his mouth. “What’s next? Matching sweaters?”
Dally rolled his eyes and muttered threats, but didn’t say a word when you placed a kiss on his cheek and wiped a crumb from his mouth with a napkin. His ears went pink, though. You noticed. You always noticed.
“Why me?” you asked him one evening, curled up in the backseat of his car under a blanket you kept there just for nights like this.
Dally glanced at you, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. “’Cause you’re real,” he said after a pause. “Ain’t a lotta real in my life.”
You didn’t say anything—just laid your head on his shoulder, your perfume lingering on his jacket, and felt his hand gently brush through your curls.
Hard and soft. Rough and sweet. Tough and tender. Leather and lace. The greaser and the Soc. But somehow, you made it make sense.
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giggled the whole time writing this 💌 xoxo
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could u do a prom pov?? like johnny cade and fem!reader are going to prom together
STOP THIS IS SO CUTEE
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Prom Song (Gone Wrong) 。゚ ୨୧
The gym didn’t appear a gym anymore. The walls had been covered in glittery fabric and strung up what felt like a thousand fairy lights, each one twinkling like a little star, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. Balloons floated lazily along the floor, and the faint scent of punch and flowers hung in the air.
You smoothed your dress nervously, the silky material whispering against your skin, and took a deep breath. You were excited, sure, but you were also so, so nervous. Partly because it was prom — the big, perfect, once-in-a-lifetime kind of night — and partly because Johnny Cade was your date.
When you finally spotted him standing near the entrance, your heart just about stopped.
Johnny looked like he had walked right out of a dream. He wore a black suit that didn’t fit perfectly — the jacket was a little too big at the shoulders, and the tie was slightly crooked — but it was so Johnny that it made your chest ache. His dark hair was combed back, though a few stubborn strands still fell over his forehead, and he clutched a small bouquet of flowers like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to hold it.
He caught sight of you, and it was like time slowed down. His big brown eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing for a second like he couldn’t find the words.
“Wow…” he breathed, his voice so soft you barely heard it over the music. “You look… real pretty. Like an angel or somethin’.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you hurried toward him, giggling a little as you took the flowers from his hands. They were a little lopsided — some daisies, a rose or two, and a bunch of greenery that didn’t quite match — but they were perfect. Perfect because he had picked them out for you.
“You look handsome too, Johnny,” you said, your voice sweet and light, trying to settle the butterflies in your stomach.
He ducked his head shyly, kicking at the ground with the toe of his shoe. “Ain’t really used to all this fancy stuff,” he admitted.
You reached out and laced your fingers through his, squeezing gently. “Neither am I. But… we’re here together. That’s all that matters.”
Johnny smiled then — really smiled — and it felt like the whole room faded away until it was just the two of you.
The first dance was slow, and a little awkward at first. Johnny kept looking down at his feet, mumbling apologies every time he accidentally stepped on your toes. But you just laughed, clutching onto him tighter, swaying gently to the music. And little by little, he relaxed, resting his forehead lightly against yours, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist like he couldn’t believe you were actually real.
“You’re really somethin’ else,” he murmured, so close you could feel his breath against your skin.
The night melted into a soft blur of laughter and slow dances, of sneaking little bites of cake when no one was looking, of sitting on the bleachers and just talking when your feet got too sore to dance anymore. At one point, Johnny pulled a crumpled photo out of his jacket pocket — a cheap photo booth strip of the two of you making silly faces.
“I’m keepin’ this forever,” he said seriously, folding it back up like it was something precious. “Like… in my wallet and everythin’.”
The night ended with you slow-dancing in the parking lot under the stars, no music, no people — just you and Johnny and the cool spring breeze.
“You made tonight the best night of my life,” he whispered into your hair, his voice a little shaky.
You pulled back just enough to see him clearly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “You made it mine too, Johnny.”
And when he leaned in, timid but sure, and kissed you — soft and slow like a promise — you knew this wasn’t just a prom night you’d remember. It was the start of something even sweeter.
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This was so much fun to write thank you for the request! I hoped this was what you had in mind 💌 xoxo
BOB SHELDONS SISTER X DALLAS!!
I love this idea!! ofc ! 🍓
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⊹ ࣪𐙚꒰ Queen of Disaster ꒱。⋆
- You were the “good” Soc girl on the surface — always perfectly dressed, hair done up with a ribbon, lip gloss always shining — but deep down, you craved a little chaos.
- Dally noticed you one night at Buck’s, standing out like a sore thumb in your pink cardigan and polished smile. He couldn’t believe a Soc chick was brave enough to step onto his side.
- At first, he just wanted to mess with you — call you names and ruffle your hair to get a rise out of you — but you never reacted the way he expected. You’d just smirk, tilt your head, and call him out right back.
- Secret late-night meetings by the lot — you in your big convertible, him hopping into the passenger seat like it was the most normal thing in the world.
- He loved seeing you in your prim little outfits while you climbed over fences or sat on the hood of his car, your white Keds getting dusty.
- You’d tease him about his rough hands and he’d roll his eyes, but secretly he thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever touched.
- Dally was insanely protective of you, but never in a sweet way — it was gruff, possessive. If a Soc guy so much as looked at you the wrong way, Dally was throwing punches.
- You loved painting your nails while sitting on his bed, half-listening to him talk about New York, and he’d pretend he wasn’t watching you out of the corner of his eye, very much fascinated.
- Bob would lose his mind if he found out — Dally loved that part too. . .
The night was heavy with heat and tension when you spotted him across the lot — Dallas Winston, all leather jacket and lazy smirk, lighting a cigarette like he had nothing to lose. You tapped your polished nails against the steering wheel of Bob’s shiny Mustang, a wicked little idea curling up inside you.
Before you could second-guess it, you were out of the car and crossing the cracked pavement in your white skirt and matching heels. You heard the rough laughter of his friends — Two-Bit whistling low, someone muttering something about “Blonde Chicks.”
Dally didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you with that cocky tilt of his head, cigarette dangling from his lips.
“You lost, sweetheart?” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery.
You smiled sweetly — a practiced smile — and plucked the cigarette right out of his mouth. “Maybe,” you said, holding it up between your fingers like it was a trophy. “Or maybe I’m just bored.”
The lot went silent. Even Dally seemed caught off guard for half a second before his mouth stretched into a dangerous grin.
“You’re Bob Sheldon’s kid sister, ain’t you?” he said, stepping closer, so close you could smell the leather and smoke on him.
You didn’t flinch. “Guess that makes me trouble.”
Dally leaned down, voice low. “Oh, you’re the kind of trouble I like.”
It started from there — whispered conversations in alleyways, stolen kisses in the backseat of your brother’s car. You’d show up to Greaser hangouts in pastel skirts and perfect hair, sitting on Dally’s lap while he ran his calloused hands along the hem of your dress like he couldn’t believe you were real.
He liked calling you “Sweetheart,” but not in a mocking way anymore — it sounded almost… tender, when he said it, though he’d rather die than admit it.
You were supposed to be enemies. But under the stars, with the city buzzing quietly around you, none of that mattered. It was just you and Dally, a girl in pearls and a boy in a leather jacket, daring the world to stop you.
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I can’t tell you how much I loved writing for this idea! Sorry it’s so short, I just write very little. But if you’d like this to be a series, I’d totally do it! Hope you enjoyed it 💌 xo
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“Dally and Johnny are alive and well!!” I scream as they drag me into a white padded room