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𓄹 ࣪ ۰ you know i'd do anything for you

— dallas winston x reader

in which .ᐟ dallas protects the thing most important to him

song 𝄞 waco, texas by ethel cain

↳ listening whilst reading is best

warnings: language, violence, implied traumatic event

as blood seeped onto the wet concrete, the surrounding puddles turning red, Dally's knuckles froze. his fist hovered above his head, his skin raw and bruised. the man below Dallas was barely conscious, his eyes already swollen and bruised. his face was barely recognisable as his blood covered every feature and every pore on the man's face.

the man was barely breathing and only soft slow wheezes escaped his lungs. the man was on the verge of receiving a life altering injury. and as much as he hated the man and what he had done to you, he couldn't bring himself to kill a person. not again. not after New York.

Dally slowly got up, his body soaking wet and cold. "you come near her again, i'll kill you." he stated, pointing his finger at the man still laying on the ground.

he then walked away, not bothering to look back to see if he were okay or if he were getting up. frankly, he didn't care what happened to the guy. as long as he understood the message, that was all that was needed.

on the way to your home, all he could think about was you. how when you saw him, you'd either gasp or have a defeated look on your face. you'd embrace Dallas into your arms, despite him being soaking wet and cold. he'd rest his chin on top of your head as he absorbed your body heat. he was practically giddy at the thought.

as he reached to knock on your door with the back of his raw knuckles, he stopped himself and instead banged with his fist— a better method, albeit more painful.

after a few moments of nothing but rain filling the noise, there was a sudden click of the lock. the door opened to reveal your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. his heart immediately sank, the pain in his knuckles now in his heart. "what's wrong baby?" he asked softly, cupping your face with his hands.

you shook your head, looking down in attempt to hide both your shame and sadness. "I just- can't stop thinking about.. y'know" you sobbed, sniffling a bit before wiping your nose with the sleeve of Dally's hoodie that was currently hung loosely over your frame.

"oh baby" he sighed, pulling you into him as you cried into his chest. you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could. "it's okay.." he whispered. he felt as though it would be an inappropriate time to tell you that he had just got done beating up the man who had made you as scared as you were. and even though he knew that the both of you wanted justice, he figured it could wait until your sadness had passed. the last thing that you wanted to think about was that man, who was probably still laying out in the street on the cold pavement, blood pouring out of every cut that Dally's rings made when his fist met the man's face.

"lets- go upstairs yeah?" Dally whispered, looking around in the darkness that enveloped the interior of your home. his hand found purchase on the small of your back, slowly guiding you up the stairs. you sat on the edge of your bed, Dally sitting next to you before pulling you into him. you buried your face into his neck, his lips meeting the top of your head.

you subconsciously grab his cold, wet hands that were still stained with blood. a shiver is sent down your spine and you look down. you sigh heavily at the sight, not in sadness, but rather disappointment. "why are your hands always covered in blood" you mumbled as you inspected the damage done to the poor boys hands. you look back up at Dallas, inspecting his dimly lit face. "something tells me you won this fight" you chuckle softly as you delicately stroke his cheek, finding no damage done to any other part of him. Dally nodded with a smirk as he stared at you in awe, studying your features like he had done many times before. "who was it?" you asked, walking over to your nightstand and pulling out a first aid kit.

Dally stayed silent, biting his tongue as to not let the name of the man slip. the name that plagued your mind and make you shake. he didn't dare tell you, but he knew he would have to. "some guy" he lied, avoiding your gaze as he stared at the floor.

you placed your finger under his chin, carefully lifting his face to meet yours. "liar" you whispered in a sing song tone. "c'mon, who was it really"

Dallas grimaced as you applied a cotton pad soaked in disinfectant onto his wounds, his knuckles raw and aching. Dallas let out a deep breath, halting your movements by holding your hands in his. he looked at you nervously, making your smile fade. he didn't even need to say the name, for you already knew. you knew him better than anyone else, though sometimes you wish you didn't.

"no.." you whispered, looking down at the floor. "Dal.." you spoke, voice trembling. "he'll come after me" you sobbed, tears of fear now streaming down your face. Dallas hushed you, pulling you into him and cradling your body like a baby.

"no no no" he reassured you, "I made sure he wouldn't. dont worry." he whispered before laying a passionate kiss onto your lips. you didn't dare ask what he meant, for if you did, you'd most likely regret it. he stroked his hand over the back of your hair, his chin resting on your forehead. "no one is gonna ever hurt you again. I promise."

there was a moment of silence between you two. the room was quiet except for the occasional sniffle that left you. "you know i'd do anything for you, right?" Dallas asked, pulling your chin up to him. you nodded with a smile, cupping his jaw with your hands. he rested his forehead against yours, the both of you closing your eyes, taking in the moment.

"now, let me clean you up, yeah?" you suggested, taking a look at his somewhat clean hand.

"yeah, that'd be nice" Dallas spoke with a smirk.

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ִ ۫ ּ ꫂ you know just how to get to me

— dallas winston x reader

in which .ᐟ dallas yearns for you quietly

warnings: mentions of sex, language

pushing it down and praying 𝄞 by lizzy mcalpine

↳ listening whilst reading is best

since the moment you met him, Dallas always felt that you could see through him. you saw through his 'tough' act and saw him for the true, heartbroken boy he was. at first, he hated it. he hated feeling so vulnerable, especially with someone he barely knew. but overtime, his feelings changed. you seeing straight through him allowed him to be his true self around you. he was more relaxed, less tense. he had never been able to be that way with others, not even in New York.

you knew just how to get to him. you knew what to say and when to say it. you never overstepped and you knew when to back off. he finally felt.. free, not like he was drowning.

eventually, he began to crave that feeling— he began to crave you.

he began to miss your sweet smile and sultry tone. he missed how soft your hands were and how they brushed delicately against his during a fleeting moment. he loved your scent, even when you weren't wearing your signature perfume.

he felt guilty. it felt wrong. not because he felt that you weren't right for him, but because he didn't want to ruin what the two of you had. he had never been so close to someone before, so intimate. him confessing his feelings would be like watching a building explode, and tucked away inside were valuable memories and feelings that were slowly burning away like a photo held to a flame.

so, he did the only thing that he knew how to do. he pushed his feelings down, and he prayed. prayed that just this once, you wouldn't be able to see through him. that you wouldn't be able to see how badly he yearned for you.

he tried to hide from you in hopes that it would help wash his feelings away. he would avoid every party, every dinner at the curtis home, and every place he knew you'd be. but no matter what, his feelings for you never went away. you couldn't leave his head, no matter how hard he tried.

whenever he had sex with other girls, it would be your name that slipped from his lips. he'd hold her hair like he wished he could with yours. he'd close his eyes tight and think of you below him as he thrusted, pleasure surging through his body. never did he dare open his eyes as otherwise, reality would set back in. as soon as he finished, he would roll off of her and lay down with his back to her. her face was the last thing that he wanted to see before drifting to sleep, because it wasn't yours.

eventually, his attempt to avoid you became more and more obvious. at first, you brushed it off as him needing space. but you couldn't ignore the guilt and pain that he had in his eyes whenever he saw you.

"Dally!" you shouted as you walked across the parking lot of Bucks, the rough boy leaning against a car whilst talking to some friends. his body immediately tensed up, and without a second thought he made his way toward the front door. "Dallas stop!" you shouted with anger, pain laced in your tone, something he had never heard before.

his hand hovered over the handle, his fingers trembling slightly. his back was still to you, his eyes still on the door.

you stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the porch, waiting for him as you always had. "please just.." you sighed deeply, "just talk to me"

those words hit him hard. not because he hadn't heard them before, but because they were coming from you. it broke his heart to hear you so defeated, so hurt. and the fact that he was the cause only made it worse.

he slowly turned to face you, though his eyes never met yours. you walked up to him before tugging on his leather jacket and pulling him to the side. your face was now illuminated by the red lights seeping through the windows, occasional shadows passing by and covering your features. "what?" Dally said blankly, his eyes focused on the darkness in the distance.

"what's going on with you?" you asked, moving your head in an attempt to meet his gaze despite his height dwarfing yours.

"nothing?"

"yeah? you wanna look at me in the eyes when you say that?" you scolded, knowing that if he did look you in the eyes, you'd see the pain and heartbreak. and he knew it too, which is why his eyes stayed above you. "I mean... did I do something? did I overstep?"

"no" Dally responded blankly, shrugging his shoulders.

".. okay. then what?"

"just-" he groaned, waving you off with his hand. "leave it alone." he mumbled as he turned to leave, but his cold hands were quickly met with your warm ones.

"no. you're not doing that." you said, your voice trembling. Dally told himself it was because of the cold, but he knew that it was a lie. "you don't get to shove me off just because somethings changed"

thats when Dally finally looked at you, his dark eyes gazing down into yours as his brows scrunched. thats when his expression immediately softened, as before him was a sweet girl who's eyes were filled with sorrow and looking down at the wooden floor of the porch, your arms now wrapped around your body.

"hey-" he began, placing his hands on either side of your arms, and though he felt awkward doing so, your lit up eyes looking up at him washed it all away. "listen.. I don't- I ain't ever-" he continued to cut himself off, not knowing what to say or how to say it. the words were at the tip of his tongue, but it was as if his mouth had been sewn shut.

you looked at him, waiting for an answer. you knew exactly what he was trying to say, and you smiled as he stuttered and blushed in the red light from the bar. "I know" you whispered before cupping his jaw with both of your cold, soft hands that he adored oh so much.

"of course ya' do" he chuckled lightly with a smirk, placing his rough hands over yours. "I just.." he sighed, "I didn't know what to do. I ain't ever felt like.. this" he confessed, gesturing to his chest.

"I know" you nodded, looking up at him with love sick eyes. before either of you could say anything else, your lips met in a passionate kiss, one that was filled with desperation. after pulling away, Dallas let out a breath of relief. you kissed him on his cold, pink cheeks before putting your face into his neck. his arms wrapped around your body, holding you tightly. "imagine what people would think if they saw the big bad wolf of Tulsa holding a girl"

"my girl" he corrected.

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pt 2 to everything is blue? it’s so so so cute!!

⁺⊹⋆₊˚ everything is blue (pt.2)

— johnny cade x fem!reader

in which .ᐟ you and johnny have an unforgettable night together

warnings:

colors 𝄞 by halsey

↳ listening whilst reading is best

upon arriving at the local movie house, you saw Johnny standing outside in his usual attire: jean jacket and blue jeans, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Johnny!" you shouted as you walked toward him, his head shooting toward your direction before a big grin appeared on his face.

"hey!" he exclaimed, looking at you up and down. "you look beautiful" he said bashfully, his cheeks red. his compliment made you feel as giddy as a school girl, though you tried your best to hide it and keep your composure.

"thanks" you smiled before looking toward the ticket booth. "you ready to go in?" you asked and Johnny nodded.

the both of you waited in line to get your tickets, a peaceful silence between you both. "you come here often?" you ask and he shrugs.

"I mean.. kinda. my friend Ponyboy really likes movies and sometimes I tag along. though, he prefers to see them by himself so it's kinda rare."

"really?..." you begin, "I always think seeing a movie with someone is better. that way you can talk about it after."

"I agree. don't tell Pony that though" he smirks and you shake your head with a smile.

"I won't" you admit and the both of you walk up to the ticket booth once it is your turn.

"how many and for what movie?" the old man behind the window asks. you look over to Johnny, waiting for him to answer, yet he doesn't say anything. you nudge his shoulder and he looks at you wide eyed for a moment before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. you realised that clearly he has social anxiety, though he tried his best to hide it majority of the time. you took his as being quiet as simply being shy, but now you see that there is more to it.

"oh uh.. Thunderball please. for two" Johnny told the man. the old man grumbled something under his breath before ripping two tickets off of the dispenser and handing them to us.

"enjoy your movie" he grumbled and you both thanked him. as you walked away, the both of you gave a "what the hell was his problem?" look with a smile.

"you want something to eat or drink?" Johnny asked as you both made your way toward the concession stand.

"uh.. sure!" you said, fishing in your purse for some cash. Johnny places his hand on yours before shaking his head no, making you blush. his hands were warm yet rough, and they were the kind of hands that belonged to someone who had been through a lot and had many stories to tell.

"don't worry. I got it" he told you before walking up to the movie worker behind the counter. "uh a popcorn please.. and.." he looked to you.

"just a coke" you smiled. the woman nodded, walking over to get your things. "you wanna share the coke?" you ask somewhat shyly. Johnny smiled, his cheeks blushing slightly through his tan skin.

"sure thing" he smiled. the lady handed you your things, the both of you walking to the side. "you like butter on your popcorn?"

"uh, of course!" you exclaimed. "I don't trust people who don't. like why just eat boring popcorn, yknow?"

"exactly. I mean, my friends complain about the fake taste but that's what makes it better." Johnny replied, drizzling as much butter as he could over your popcorn. you admired him as he did so, studying his every feature. you believed that he was even more handsome in a setting like this.

as you made your way inside of the theatre, you took your seats and waited for the film to start. as the commercials rolled, people slowly filed in one by one. "apparently this is supposed to be really good" you whispered to him and he nodded.

to the side of you, you heard giggling and you turned to see what the commotion was. there was a young couple making out, making you cringe. "dude.." you chuckled, gesturing to the lovebirds.

"seriously?" he laughed, "the movie ain't even start yet" though you could see the blush on his cheeks. and although the moment would have been awkward if shared with anyone else, it was humorous with Johnny. you found that it was actually quite easy to be around him and that you didn't always need to speak. you were able to just with him in silence.

the lights dimmed after a few more minutes of commercials and the movie began to play.

as you were watching the movie, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Johnny staring at you. his eyes would travel to your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again. whenever you would look over, he would quickly turn his attention to the screen, shifting in his seat awkwardly.

you would occasionally make comments to one another and make each other giggle. as the film ended and the lights came on, you looked over at Johnny. only this time he was already looking at you and he didn't turn away.

you then realised that Johnny really did have strong feelings for you. you originally thought that he had maybe only asked you out to get something out of it at the end. you had doubts, but thankfully, you were proven wrong.

the both of you got up and left the movie theatre, walking into the cold night air. a sudden shiver was sent down your spine, goosebumps immediately covering your skin. without skipping a beat, Johnny removes his jean jacket and helps you slip into it. "here" he mumbles.

"thank you" you smile, grabbing his hand and threading your fingers into his, albeit hesitantly. you could tell that Johnny was surprised. you were worried that he felt uncomfortable and that maybe your actions were too bold. but as you went to pull your hand away, Johnny held onto you tighter, giving your hand a quick yet light squeeze. "wanna.. go get something to eat? maybe an ice cream?" you ask.

"sure thing." Johnny replies before beginning to walk, tugging you along. as you slowly strolled along toward the ice cream pallor, the both of you conversed about random things. surprisingly, Johnny was funny, the kind of "unintentional funny" that was rare.

"what's your favourite flavour?" you asked as the both of you approached your destination. "and don't say chocolate. everyone. says. chocolate."

"don't worry, it ain't" he laughs. "it's uh.." he hesitates, "mint chocolate chip"

"finally! someone who likes mint-chip!" you exclaim and the both of you chuckle.

Johnny holds the door open for you, the bell chiming above as he did so. you thank him with a smile before stepping foot into the store, the air chilling and smelling of ice and milk.

the both of you look at the flavors before spotting your favourites. you both order with the employee, a grouchy look on their face as it was clear that they didn't want to be there at 9 pm on a saturday, which you didn't blame them for.

as you went to pay, Johnny once again stopped you. "Johnny, you already paid for the theatre food"

"so? I don't mind. seriously, I insist." he urged and you caved. you stepped back, allowing him to fish money out from the pocket of his jean jacket which was still draped over you, mumbling a quiet "sorry"

he handed the money to the girl before the both of you took your ice cream and headed out. "wanna walk me home while we eat?" you ask.

"of course" he smiles before taking a big lick of his ice cream.

the both of you continue to talk on the way home, licking your ice cream in between each sentence. you smiled and laughed just as you had been the entire night. by the time you approached your house, your ice creams had been long gone and you were both ready to call it in for the night.

as he walked you up to your door, you turned around to face him. "I had a lot of fun tonight Johnny"

"me too." he smiled.. "and uh.." he hesitated for a moment, clearly building up courage. "I wanna see ya' again.. if that's okay?"

your heart was practically pounding, your stomach filled with butterflies that were going mad. you had never been filled with so much joy and excitement, and you had never felt so much affection for someone. "yes, i'd love to!" you exclaimed.

Johnny smiled with a nod, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at you. the both of you gazed at one another for a moment, admiring each other. you hadn't noticed that the both of you were slowly leaning into one another until Johnny had his hand cupping your cheek, his face mere centimetres away from yours. "can I kiss you?" he whispered against your lips and you nod.

Johnnys lips meet with yours in a passionate kiss, your hands finding purchase on the back of Johnny's neck, pulling him in closer. after a few moments, the both of you pulled away, yet still keeping your faces close. "I really like you.." he confessed.

"I really like you too."

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when will you add more chapters to stone fox 🥹? (loveeee your fics btww)

i'm gonna be honest i totally forgot about it 😭 but i'll try to release more chapters after i finish requests.

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omg omg omg I neeeeeed a cherry valance x reader wlw !!

ྀིྀ ⋆˚ ‧₊ I told you so

— cherry valance x fem!reader

in which .ᐟ you and cherry finally give into your feelings for one another

warnings: language, homophobia, religious trauma (?)

good luck, babe! 𝄞 by chappell roan

↳ listening whilst reading is best

you were always told that the lord was always watching, that every sin you committed wasn't gone unnoticed. you tried your best to stay pure and follow the rules, always obeying those around you.

but no matter how hard you tried, she was always on your mind. Cherry Valance was the prettiest girl in all of Tulsa, at least, that's what you believed. she was kind to everyone, even those who were considered to be underneath her. though it was clear that she tried her best to avoid greasers, she wouldn't shoo them off when having to interact with them. she would treat them like normal people, which was sadly rare for Soc's.

and after every cheerleading practice, she would always offer you a ride home in her cherry red convertible. during the drive, the both of you would talk about anything and everything, things that you couldn't talk about with the rest of your friends. but whenever she brought up the topic of boys, you stayed silent. you would feel disappointment and rage build up within you, especially when she talked about her sleezebag of a boyfriend Bob.

Bob was nauseating to say the least. he would always get drunk and make a fool of himself, pissing off Cherry and causing her to cry. and you were always there to pick up the pieces. you would console her as she sobbed into your shoulder, complaining about his usual mistakes and how she wish that he was better. and although you knew that you should have felt pity, like normal friends would, all you felt was anger. angry that she was dating Bob, and not you.

you wished that she would look at you longingly, as if she had been waiting for you her whole life. you wish that you could grab her face and kiss her passionately like her boyfriend did with her. sometimes, you wished as though she was a boy. it would make everything so much easier.

as she pulled up beside your house, she looked over to you. "see you on school monday?" Cherry asked before gliding cherry chapstick onto her perfect and already soft lips. you couldn't help but stare. they were so perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to have them against yours. "u-uh.." you stuttered, your throat going dry. Cherry rubbed her lips together, looking at you with her brows furrowed.

the tension between you was palpable. you leaned into her slightly, as if there was something pulling you closer. you believed that she felt it too as she also moved closer. you saw her eyes wander to your lips, then up to your eyes, then back down to your lips once more. before you knew it, your lips were on hers.

her hands were holding your face, her fingers slowly moving into your hair. the both of you continued to kiss, barely moving away for a quick moment to breathe before going back in. you felt your body grow cold yet hot at the same time. you felt yourself begin to sweat and your cheeks burn. you couldn't stop, and she couldn't either. the both of you were deep, too deep. yet you couldn't let go, not when you felt this much passion. this much love.

but before you could go further, you saw the porch light flicker on. the both of you pulled away, quickly looking over to see your mother peaking through the curtains. "fuck" you mumbled, your cheeks flushed and heart racing. "did she see us?"

"I don't know. god, I hope not" Cherry groaned. her words stung, though you knew that she was right. if anyone knew about what you had just done, you'd most likely have to move. especially considering your social class, it would be a scandal. one that wouldn't go away within a matter of weeks.

you didn't say anything else. you merely got out of the car and went inside. you heard Cherry rev her engine before driving off into the night. "how was practice honey?" your mother asked, her voice somewhat shakey.

"fine. you okay?" you asked, attempting to play off what just happened. she definitely saw you thought to yourself. your heart was racing and your legs were shaking.

"what were you two doing out there?" she asked cautiously, her eyes full of fear.

".. nothing? talking?" you asked confused, as if she were talking nonsense. over the years, you had become good at lying to your parents. if you hadn't, you'd most likely would have been locked up by now. you wouldn't be able to be a normal teenager and go out to party with your friends. but this was a tough lie as it wasn't a normal one. if anything, you were also lying to yourself in that moment. you didn't want to believe what just happened actually happened as it would ruin the bond that you and Cherry have. one that is irreplaceable and uncommon.

"okay.." your mother sighed, letting out a breath of relief. "well.. go up to bed dear. you have church tomorrow morning"

"yes mother" you mumbled, climbing up the stairs to your bedroom and closing the door. as you lay in your bed that night, you felt as though your skin was burning. you felt as though your heart was on fire. you had always been taught that loving a girl was a sin, one that could not be washed away. was this satan punishing you? was your body already burning away? or was this your love for Cherry screaming to be let out, to be heard and accepted.

as you walked up the steps of the church, you felt your heart grow heavier and heavier. you felt that if you stepped one foot in the door, you'd burst into flames. you hesitated, standing in the doorway as your parents made their way inside. "won't you come in dear?" you mother said, but you shook your head no.

"i'm gonna wait for Cherry." you told her and she gave you a look of worry, as if she knew. she nodded, walking inside behind your father to find your seats.

after a few minutes of sitting on the steps, you saw Cherry's fathers car pull into the parking lot. you shot up, watching as her family all got out of the car and made their way toward the entrance. as soon as Cherry saw you, she froze. she looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite make out. was it one of disgust? disappointment? or was it one of pity?

Cherry mumbled something to her mother before walking to the side where you were. the rest of her family walked into the church, leaving the both of you alone. "hi." she mumbled as she fiddled with her necklace, the one that you had bought her for her 13th birthday years prior. she never took it off.

"we need to talk.. about last night." you spoke and her eyes widened. she most likely wasn't expecting your bluntness. she cleared her throat, opening her mouth to say sonething, but nothing came out. "what we did.. what I did-"

"no. you didn't do anything. if anything i'm just as much at fault." she cut you off, finally looking at you, her expression one of reassurance. "but.." she began, "it can't happen again."

that made your heart sink. it was the one thing that you never wanted to hear from her. the one thing that you had been dreading to hear. you felt your throat grow sore as you tried to hold back your tears. your mouth watered as if you were going to throw up. "w-what do you mean?"

"it was wrong."

"no it wasn't?!" you protested, your heart now filled with rage instead of sorrow. you realised in that moment that the things that you had been taught were wrong. they were so so wrong. why must love be restricted because some great man said so? why must love be seen as a sin because it goes against some peoples values. "you can't.. change the way you feel about people. you can't lie to yourself just because some people say you have to."

"i'm not lying to myself!-"

"yes you are!" you shouted, your voice reverberating off of the churches structure. you didn't care who heard you anymore, not when you were so focused on Cherry and your love for her. she looked at you in shock, clearly distraught.

"I can't do this. I won't." Cherry finally spoke and you felt tears prick your eyes. you put your hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle the sobs that left your mouth. "it's a sin. it's filthy" she spat, venom in her voice.

and that was it. those words lit something in you, a fire that you didn't know was there. "fine. but in 10 years time, when you wake up next to a man that you don't love, and you think of me, don't say that I didn't tell you so." you said, looking at her one last time before walking away.

you didn't go to church that day, or ever again. and for weeks, you didn't see Cherry. Cherry told your parents that you weren't feeling well and decided to go home, though your mother knew otherwise.

every time you saw her in the halls at school, her eyes would linger on you, but you paid her no mind. if she was going to pretend like your love for one another didn't exist, then you were going to act like she didn't exist. it saved you the pain of seeing her, and it saved you the trouble of having to confront the fact that she would never pursue you, not even in private.

you could live with your relationship being a secret. you could sneak around, only kiss when others weren't around— for you, that would be enough. but even then, it was too much for her. because she couldn't admit the cold, harsh truth. that she was in love with girls. no, she was in love with a girl. a girl that she had spent so many years romantically loving without ever realising it.

and after weeks and weeks of you both being apart from one another, she fully realised her feelings. every time Bob kissed her or tried something with her, she felt disgust run through her. just the sight of him sent shivers down her spine, and not in a good way.

so, she broke it off with him. and though he protested at the idea and tried to convince her to stay, she didn't budge. because she knew she only truly loved one person, and it was you.

she didn't hate herself for it anymore. she realised that you were right. that there was no point in living a life where you don't love your husband, where you hate your home and regret having his children— a life full of regret.

so, she did what she only could do. she knocked on your off-white door, waiting you to open the door. your parents were away, so you were alone, which Cherry saw as the perfect opportunity.

as you opened the door, she turned to see you in a sundress which you had bought together a few months prior before everything went to hell. she felt a wave of love rush through her. to her, you were glowing. she had never wanted to kiss someone more than she did with you in that moment, but she bit her lip and held herself back.

"Cherry?" you spoke confused.

"can I come in? I.. wanna talk." she confessed. you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"uh.. sure" you finally spoke, moving to the side so that she could come in.

the both of you walked up to your room, shutting the door for privacy despite no one being home. you sat on your bed as Cherry stood further away, as if she were afraid to be near you. "you were right." she finally blurted out and your eyes widened. "In 10 years time, i'll be married to a man that I hate and have children that I loathe, and i'll wake up every night.. thinking of you. wishing that things were different." she began, "but, I refuse to let that happen. I refuse to be unhappy because people say it's wrong." she walked closer to you.

your hearts began to pound, the invisible strings between you tying themselves together, drawing you closer to one another. you finally stood in front of her, you faces mere inches away. "I love you" she finally spoke, placing a hand on your cheek. "I always have."

"I love you" you confessed without skipping a beat. immediately, her lips smashed into yours. your passion for one another was evident and your love was overwhelming. and as you finally pulled away, you stared into her eyes as she stared into yours, you both smiled.

"told you so" you whispered.

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[johnnycadesmuse]

omgomgomgomg

[johnnycadesmuse]

hiii could you possibly do a Two Bit x Reader smut with spanking, degration, and wedgies and anything else youd like to put?

sorry, I don't write for two-bit!

[johnnycadesmuse]

cuddling up with johnny on the couch and he fingers you for the first time 😜

·˚ ༘ ﾟsexy boy

— johnny cade x reader

in which .ᐟ johnny makes you feel good in ways you've never felt before

sexy boy 𝄞 by air

↳ listening whilst reading is best

warnings: fingering, nsfw

"baby?!" Johnny called out, placing his bag down by the door before kicking off his beat up black converse.

"In here!" you shout back from the living room, your legs sprawled out upon the couch as your eyes stayed fixed upon the TV screen. you hear footsteps slowly approach from behind, Johnny stopping next to you. you look up at him with a smile, moving forward slightly to make room. "hey baby"

"hello my love" he whispers back before giving you a passionate kiss, to which you gladly reciprocate. he positions himself behind you, adjusting himself before allowing you to lay your back against his chest. he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. "I missed you at school" he mumbles, his voice muffled from your shirt.

"you didn't even go for the whole lecture" you chuckled, gesturing to the clock that reads '12:30', an hour into what would be a 3 hour lecture at the local community college.

"yeah cause you weren't there" he replied, his face now smushing further into you before he peppered light kisses all over your neck, making you giggle.

"you can't just not go cause i'm not there"

"why not?" he asks, finally looking at you. you look back at him with a confused expression. he laughs before rolling his eyes. "i'm kidding. I left cause I also wasn't feeling up to it. i'm not that clingy"

"mmm I beg to differ" you teased, your eyes now on the TV once more.

"hey!" Johnny protested before punching at your sides. you began to laugh, squirming under his grasp. as the two of you tussled, you slowly made your way to the other side of the couch. the fight ended with you laying up against his chest, Johnny's arms around you.

it was quick, no words exchanged. Johnny simply kissed you, his lips full of innocence. but his kisses grew hungry, as did yours. your fingers were tangled in his black, greased locks. his hands wandered all up and down your body. his touch sent shivers down your spine, his rough hands holding you tight.

he began to suck and kiss on your neck, leaving light yet sensitive marks on your skin. "Johnny.." you whispered, completely in a love-sick spell. Johnny was now kneeling in front of you on the couch, practically worshiping you.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful" he groaned before nipping at your chest lightly, your cleavage practically begging for attention. "god I love you so much."

you and Johnny had kisses plenty of times and have had heated make out sessions, ones that had almost led to more. but unfortunately, they were often cut short due to interruptions. but tonight was different as everyone was sound asleep, the house quiet. the only noise that could be heard bouncing off the walls were your light moans and his short grunts.

"can I touch you baby?" Johnny muttered against your skin, looking up at you as he laid soft, sensual kisses against your stomach. you nodded with a smile and began to take off your shorts.

Johnny's eyes lit up at the sight of your soaked panties, your pussy practically begging for him. "this all for me?" he asked and you looked away, covering your face as your cheeks turned red. "don't be shy baby. let me see your beautiful face" he whispered as he held your hand and pulled it down toward his mouth. he laid a gentle kiss against the back of your hand before smiling at you. "tell me if i'm doing something wrong and i'll stop, 'kay?"

Johnny fully removed your panties, tossing them onto the floor on top of your pants. he guided your legs, slowly spreading them apart for better access. he put two fingers into his mouth, making eye contact with you as he did so. he then slowly rubbed light circles on your clit, making you clench around nothing. you slowly tilted your head back in satisfaction, soft moans emitting from your mouth.

Johnny continued to rub your sweet spot, slowly kissing up your body as he did so before he reaching your lips. as your lips met his in a passionate kiss, you felt his fingers finally fill you up.

you had never been touched like this, not by anyone. not even Johnny. the two of you had yet to have sex with one another as you both felt that it was too big of a step that either of you were comfortable with taking. however, this felt perfect. it felt right.

your arms reach back to the armrest of the couch, attempting to grip onto the fabric in order to ground yourself. Johnny focused on your neck once more, the skin already showing faint splotches of red and purple. Johnny maintained a steady pace, his fingers slowly thrusting in and out of you, occasionally curling up and hitting that spot that made you see stars. "is this okay?" Johnny whispered into your ear and you nodded, your brain too foggy to respond.

Johnny began to fondle your breasts, his hands desperately clinging onto your shirt as if he needed to see more. you decided to take matters into your own hands, slowly lifting up your shirt to your collarbone to reveal your bare tits as you hadn't had a bra on. Johnny looked in awe before immediately sucking and kissing all over each breast.

you had never felt so vulnerable yet so loved. he had never seen you like this, and yet he acted as if he knew every inch of you.

"faster" you moaned, and Johnny listened, quickly fastening his pace before moving his thumb over your clit and rubbing quick circles. you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle yourself, not wanting to disturb the neighbours.

"don't hold it in baby. I wanna hear your pretty voice." Johnny whispered into your ear, his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck.

you began to let out pornographic moans, ones that were loud enough to warrant a complain. but you didn't care, not when Johnny was making you feel this good. and certainly not when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. "close! i'm close!" you cried, your hand gripping Johnny's bicep tightly.

"yeah? go ahead and cum for me baby." Johnny spoke, grinning as he watched you come undone beneath him.

as you rode out your high, Johnny began to slow his rhythm. "was that okay?" he asked nervously, worried as if he had hurt you.

"it was better than okay" you giggled before giving him a sweet, passionate kiss. "let's do it again sometime, yeah?"

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[johnnycadesmuse]

HIIIIIIII! I come with a request for johnny cade x soc!reader

basically johnny is readers hallway crush and reader is so desperately trying to get him to ask her out so she asks around and ends up wearing his favorite color (I always imagined it being blue) and goes to talk to him hehe

I love him sm gang yall don’t UNDERSTANDDD

˚. ᵎᵎ everything is blue

— johnny cade x fem!reader

in which .ᐟ you finally work up the courage to ask out the mysterious boy from school

warnings: language

colors 𝄞 by halsey

↳ listening whilst reading is best

out of the hundreds of students that roam the halls at school, there will always be at least one that you think is cute. but rarely will someone find a person that they deem worthy of something more. that person for you, was Johnny Cade.

he was a greaser, same as you— only you never dressed the part. many people didn't know about your social status until you mentioned in passing, and even then, they never believed you. you wore floral dresses and skirts, lace hemmed tops and bows in your hair. you were as socy as a greaser could possibly get. most of your clothes were from thrift stores, others were hand me downs. either way, you stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd of greasers.

he didn't pay much mind to you (so you thought) as he first saw you as a soc, not one of his kind. greaser boys rarely went after soc girls as the divide between the two groups were too wide, and the soc's were way higher on the social latter. a greaser dating a soc was deemed social suicide, even if you both paired well together. and due to Johnny being.. well, Johnny, he would be the last person to ask out at a soc, let alone look in their direction.

despite him keeping his head down majority of the time, you still noticed him. you admired his dark hair and brown eyes that were almost black. you thought the way he wore his hair was cute, and his jean jacket fit him perfectly despite it being a bit roughed up. he was unique in both departments— personality and appearance.

"hey, do you see that boy?" you asked you friend, subtly gesturing to Johnny who was leaning against the lockers whilst his friend blabbered on.

"oh, Johnny? Johnny Cade? the one with the jean jacket?" you friend responded, now looking in the boys direction. you nodded in response with a bashful smile, your cheeks somewhat red. "yeah what about him?"

"I dunno.. 'think he's kinda cute."

"really?" she asked in surprise, the both of you beginning to walk to your next class.

"what? why is that surprising?"

"well he's just so.." she sighed, "quiet."

"maybe I like quiet. besides, I think he's handsome." you smiled widely, taking one last look at the boy before entering the classroom alongside your friend.

after that day, your eyes would constantly wander in the halls, hoping to see Johnny again. when you did, your heart would skip a beat and your day became suddenly brighter. when he never appeared, the rest of the day felt empty, as if something was missing. you then realised that this wasn't just a hallway crush, but an actual crush. the kind of crush that you think about going on dates with and kissing, eventually hoping to form a true relationship with.

"I want Johnny to ask me out, but I don't even think he knows that I exist." you announced to your friends who you sat with in a booth at the local diner. everyone stopped chewing for a moment, taking in what you just said.

"well.. maybe ask around" you friend Stacy shrugged. you looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"what do you mean?"

"well, ask his friends. ask them if he's interested in anyone, what he likes in a girl, and if he's single. simple" you other friend Laurie explained before stuffing more fries into her mouth.

"easier said than done. I don't even know who his friends are so-"

Stacy cuts you off, "the curtis gang. though he mainly hangs around Ponyboy Curtis and Dallas Winston."

"Dallas Winston? the criminal? that's who Johnny Cade hangs out with?" Laurie laughs before shaking her head.

"well, Dallas treats him like a brother from what i've heard. probably cause he's so quiet, he takes pity on him. I mean, they're total opposites. Johnny's sweet and Dally's... well, you guys know what he is" Stacy explains and you nod before taking a sip of your coke.

"okay" you sighed, "i'll ask his friends on Monday. i'll see what they say. let's hope he doesn't have a girlfriend, for my sake"

Laurie scoffs as if you had just told an idiotic joke. "I doubt it, he barely speaks in school. him getting a girlfriend would be a miracle-" Stacy shoves Laurie's arm, telling her to knock it off. you roll your eyes at her, ignoring her comment.

Monday rolls around and you can feel your heart rate pick up as the number of hours before lunch grow shorter. you were nervous to ask Johnny's friends about him, not because you were scared of them (maybe a little), but because you were scared of what they would say.

as you entered the cafeteria, you scoped out the battleground. you saw Johnny's group of friends all sitting at a table in the corner. you took a deep breath, setting your things down on your usual lunch table where your friends sat. "okay, i'm going in" you announced and your friends smiled.

"you got this" Laurie told you, giving you a big, cheesy thumbs up. you rolled your eyes with a smile before watching and waiting for Johnny to leave the table.

after a few minutes, he gets up and walks out of the lunch room. you quickly rush over to his friends table, and before they even see you coming, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. "does your friend Johnny have a girlfriend?"

you were mortified. you couldn't believe that you had just interrupted their conversation. no introduction, no how are you?, nothing. they looked at you in surprise, all of them staring as if you had 3 heads. "uh.. no" one of them finally spoke, looking up from his book.

"why?" another asked, his mouth full of food.

"just.. asking for a friend." you cleared you throat before taking a deep breath. "what about uh.. his interests? what he looks for in a girl?"

"well, we don't know a lot about his type. he never talks about girls and he's never had a girlfriend. but as for his interests he likes movies... he mentioned his favourite color was blue I think?" he friend began to explain, but before he could finish, out of the corner of your eye you saw Johnny enter the lunchroom.

"great thanks!" you blurted before rushing away, quickly walking back to your table. your friends immediately looked at you in excitement, waiting for you to tell them the details. "that was awful" you groaned.

"no way he has a girlfriend!" Laurie gasped, but you shook your head no. "he's gay."

"no! what?!" you scoffed. "I just.. embarrassed myself. that's all. you'd think I was lobotomised with how I was talking. like a fucking robot or something."

you friends laughed at you. "well at least now you know what Johnny's available." Laurie said before shoving a basket of fries toward you.

"I could have told you that" Stacy muttered, earning a harsh elbow jab from Laurie, a loud "ow!" emitting from her. "but seriously, this is good! you'll finally get a boyfriend!!"

"if he accepts." you groan and your friends look at you in surprise.

"you are gonna ask him out? don't you usually wait for the guy to do it?" Lisa asked. you shook your head no.

"listen, I'm not even sure if he knows that I exist. so it's better if I approach him"

"if he doesn't know that you exist then why would he say yes?" Lisa questioned, and you put your head into your hands, covering your face with a loud groan.

"this is stupid, I don't know what I was thinking!"

"no, hey!" Laurie snapped her fingers in front of you. "don't think like that. just do things to get him to notice you. what was his favourite color? did you ask?"

"yeah, it's blue" you told her, looking up.

"great! so wear that super cute blue top you have! the one you wore to the party last saturday." Lisa exclaimed. you nodded with a smile, thinking about how Johnny would finally look at you the way you looked at him. you'd finally be able to catch his eye.

as you got dressed the next day, you made sure to put a little extra effort into yourself than usual. you wore the blue top like your friend suggested, which was a navy blue halter with a laced hem. you added a nice dark blue eyeshadow to your lids, making your eyes stand out more. you left your hair down, believing it would look better that way.

as you made your way down the hallway, you searched for Johnny. he would often pass by you first period due to his schedule. unfortunately, you were unable to spot him. maybe he's running late, sometimes he does you thought to yourself. but even when lunch came, he wasn't at his usual spot. your heart sank at the realisation that he hadn't come and that your effort was for nothing.

"hey" you heard a deep but soft voice say from behind you. your friends looked behind you in shock, but one that was of excitement rather than horror. you turned around to see Johnny standing behind you, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "can I talk to you?"

you looked over at your friends, then back at him. your heart began to pound like never before, full of hope as well as fear of what was to come. "uh, sure" you smiled nervously, following him out of the lunch room.

you two walked over toward a quiet area in the hallway. "so, what's up?"

"listen uh..." he muttered. he had this nervous look on his face, one that you had never seen before. "I was wonderin'.. do you wanna maybe.. go out with me on saturday night?"

you eyes widened and your lips immediately tugged into a wide smile, though you tried to hide it.

"yeah! yes!" you exclaimed excitedly. Johnny immediately looked up at you in surprise, clearly shocked that you had accepted his invitation. he smiled widely at you, nodding his head.

"okay, uh.. i'll pick you up at 7 and then maybe we can go to the movies or.. get food or something" he shrugged, attempting to act cool though you could tell he was excited. you thought it was cute.

"sounds good!" you smiled, looking at him in admiration. now that you had finally gotten a closer look at him, he was even more handsome. you had always seen him from a fair distance, but never only a few inches away. now, you could see him clearer. and he was more beautiful than ever. "honestly.." you began nervously, "I didn't know that you knew who I was" you admitted, though shamefully.

"really?" he said in surprise, as if it were something impossible. "course I do. I've always.. seen ya' around and stuff. thought you were real pretty" he admitted, occasionally looking up at you nervously before his eyes ran back to the floor.

"wait.. really?" you smiled, your cheeks red and heart screaming.

Johnny had had you on his mind from the first day you ever crossed paths. he saw you everyday, and when you weren't looking he would admire you from a far, just as you did with him. he had never made a move as he was too shy and ashamed of himself to do so, but after his friends had told him of the little encounter that they had had with you, he figured that it would be the perfect opportunity to finally ask you out. to him, you were perfect, even if you had never talked. he had heard your voice and believed it sounded like a sweet melody, your constant kind tone lifting his spirits.

"I've always thought you were handsome" you admitted, smiling bashfully. Johnny looked at you wide eyed as he had never been complimented before, at least not by a girl. "anyway, i'll see you saturday, yeah?"

"uh... yeah" he smiled, and before you left, you delivered a quick peck to his cheek. it caught him off guard, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

as he watched you walk away, he felt his heart sing. he had finally gotten his dream girl, and you had found your dream boy. you two were a perfect pair.

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[johnnycadesmuse]

sabrina tonight!! i'm so excited

[johnnycadesmuse]

need older matt dillon to d me down so bad like i wanna squish myself into his chest hair

[johnnycadesmuse]

Ahhhh, I love that you’re like the only creator on here that posts for Bob Hughes. Can you write something where he comes home from the factory to reader and is a total munch before they actually get down to business👀I feel like he’d totally be looking forward to that after a long day at work. Thank you for your Bob Hughes service bestie🫡.

₊˚. ՞ put your loving where your mouth is

— bob hughes x fem!reader

in which .ᐟ bob comes home after a long day and is desperate for you

warnings: nsfw, f!receiving

sugar talking 𝄞 by sabrina carpenter

↳ listening whilst reading is best

"almost done for the day Bob!" an old man shouted from behind, clipboard in hand.

"yes sir!" Bob shouted back, rubbing his oil covered hands over his face in exhaustion, surely rubbing off streaks of black grease onto his skin.

the loud and constant sounds of banging and drilling made Bob's head ache something awful, and it hadn't helped that he had been forced to take the earlier shift. he was told that he would get paid a little extra if he took it, and with you and your guys future in mind, he sacrificed his time and sleep schedule.

he remembers waking up to the sweet smell of your shampoo as he buried his face into your hair, desperate for more time with you. you groaned, nagging him to shut off the agonising sound of the alarm clock. he hummed, rolling over and turning it off before turning back to you. his hands began to wander all over your body as he peppered soft, gentle kisses all over your neck. "Bob, you have work" you giggled, but he didn't let up. he hummed in response, instead moving his hands lower and lower until you grabbed his wrist and flung it away. "go Bob, c'mon" you chuckled, "later"

your words made Bob even more excited, knowing what was in store for him later that day. since the morning, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you. how your thighs would feel clenching around his head as your fingers lightly tugged on his locks. it was his idea of heaven, and he couldn't wait to get there.

he drilled the last hole using the large, loud machine before wiping his hands off on the rag hanging out of his pocket. his walks to the locker room, taking off his jumpsuit to reveal a wifebeater and boxers underneath. he puts on his jeans before washing his hands in the rusty sink near the showers.

Bob groaned as he stepped into the cold air, his breath visible and ears already turning red. but the cold didn't bother Bob, he didn't care, not when he had you waiting at home for him. he would finally get what he had been thinking about all day: the taste of you on his tongue.

the closer he got to the apartment, the harder his heart began to pound. even though he had known you for years, coming home to your sweet face made him feel like he was in some love sick dream.

he unlocked the door to find the apartment empty. "baby!" he shouted, tossing his keys onto the dresser by the door. he heard footsteps begin to approach him from the bathroom.

"hi honey!" you smiled as you exited the bathroom, your hair freshly washed and dried with nothing on except his shirt and his favourite pair of your underwear. to him, you were like his favourite dessert waiting to be devoured.

you walked over, greeting him with a passionate kiss. you intended to pull away, but once Bob began to grip your waist like he was touch starved, you knew what was about to happen. he deepened the kiss by rubbing his tongue on your bottom lip, begging to enter, which you gladly allowed. your hands found their way to his face, the both of you beginning to stumble back toward the bed. "I need to taste you.. please" Bob begged, looking deep into your eyes with need. "been thinking 'bout it all day"

he kneeled in front of you like a dog begging for a treat. you sat down on the edge of the bed, running you fingers through his hair as he kissed all over your thighs. he gradually lifted your legs to be positioned over his shoulders as his lips got closer and closer to where you needed him most.

he pulled your already soaked panties to the side, his mouth beginning to water at the sight of your wet cunt clenching around nothing.

he looked up at you with his beautiful, bold brown eyes, waiting for permission. you nodded with a smile before laying on the bed, leaning on your elbows. Bob immediately began to eat you out like a man starved, relief washing over his body as he finally tasted you. he moaned and groaned into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your clit that made your thighs clench harder around his head.

your fingers tugged roughly on his roots in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Bob.." you moaned, biting your lip in attempt to muffle yourself as you didn't want to irritate the old people in the building. you had both already received multiple noise complaints that month, but it wasn't your fault that the walls were so damn thin and that Bob was just too damn good.

Bob didn't respond, only hummed into your pussy as he licked and sucked at every spot. his face was practically covered in your slick, his nose rubbing up against your clit every once and a while as he moved up and down.

you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. Bob could immediately tell by your grip on his hair growing stronger and your thighs clenching harder. "you close baby?" he asked, though he already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"so close.. mph-" you moaned, your hips now grinding against his face in desperation. Bob smirked before moving hands underneath your thighs before pushing your legs up over his head and holding them outward. your pussy was on full display, your folds glistening as slick slowly ran down onto the sheets below. to him, this was heaven. "Bob-" you began, but was quickly cut off by his lips sucking harshly on your clit.

"cum for me" he muttered before continuing to devour you. after a few more harsh licks and sucks, you came with a cry, your back arching and legs shaking.

Bob delivered a few more licks to your folds, helping you come down from your high. he stood up, a wide grin on his face with his chin and nose glistening. "you did so good for me baby, my good girl" he whispered to you, peppering soft kisses all over your neck.

"you think you can go again?" he asked, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them off to reveal a large tent in his boxers. you nodded happily, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

he kneeled in front of you on the bed, placing his hands on your knees before spreading your legs once again. "good. I want you to make a mess all over my dick this time, yeah?"

and you gladly did so.

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[johnnycadesmuse]

is it just me or has tumblr been so dry lately. like i feel like ppl barely post for dally and johnny 😭 (if you're a writer pls write some content for my boys 🙏🏼)

[johnnycadesmuse]

5 nights at 80s matt dillon's house cause genuinely wtf was he on