#johnnycake

[bubblegumflavor]

Me looking at people who assume I'm over Jally (^_^)<3

[johnnycakesb14de]

I don't know if this goes past your rules but can you do like (greaser) x reader when someone in the gang catches y'all like making out?

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GUYS GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

DARRY

He would definitely be the more secretive type when it comes to kisses mostly because all of his friends are immature

But I imagine y'all would be in the kitchen alone it's his day off and the boys are out

One thing leads to another and y'all are just being romantic and showing affection by making out

Next thing you know you hear the traditional caught-off-guard-cough-laugh

Darry looks up and sees Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy.

"Y'all enjoying yourselves?"

"Shut the fuck up Dallas."

SODAPOP

He was on break at the DX and you stopped by to see him and bring him food because you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend

Y'all were in the back just hanging out be cuties

Hes flirting with you

You know giving his typical sodapop charm flashing you his million dollar smile

He kisses you a few times and it leads to a make out and y'all are just in the moment not really thinking about muchv

Then Steve walks in

cunt

"Hey so what ar- HELLO? WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Y'all both turn around and you roll your eyes in embarrassment

"Do that on your own time please."

"Shut up Steve."

PONYBOY

Say your older in this maybe like 15-16 because for the first while of y'all dating you wouldn't be allowed in his room alone even with the door open Darrys just crazy like that

Y'all were in his room working on some homework or just hanging out when you totally very sneakily shut the door all the way thinking Darry won't find out because he's cooking

And start kissing

Not even two minutes later Darrys nosy ass barges in

"What did I say about the door kidd- Oh excuse me?!?!"

Y'all create distance from each other staring at him wide eyed

"I swear it isn't w-"

"be quiet Ponyboy. I have these rules for a reason, you guys can come into the living room since you can't be trusted."

"Why?"

"Y/N, don't start."

Johnny

Yall were in the lot because where else would you be

You kissed him a few times and it let to a slight make out nothing crazy

Two-bit came up to tell Johnny that unfortunately Dally had been arrested for some odd reason

And the SECOND he sees you he's instantly teasing y'all

he's trying to tease you but he ends up just making it really uncomfortable

"Lord almighty, what's going on here?! Save room for Jesus, she might get pregnant!" Insert two-bit laugh wheeze

"Cut it out man."

DALLAS

Y'all were at Bucks for some party and it was getting really loud

You were overstimulated, Dally was tipsy and everyone was getting on his nerves so he took you outfront for some fresh air

Dally was being Dally and talking to you and kissing you a few times and it leads to a make out

Then Steve walks out

(I imagine him and Dally are actually pretty good friends)

He starts laughing

"Uhhhh, Dal'! Y'know where Evie is?"

"Why the fuck would I know where your girlfriend is?"

"I dunno, just wonderin'."

He rolled his eyes and dramatically sighed

Steve

You were at work with him trying to help him

Which actually just meant he was yelling at you for certain tools

You were getting bored he was getting frustrated because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car so you told him to to take a small break

So he took a break and you both just started talking and he kisses you

After he pulled away you kissed him back

Darry walks in looking for Soda

"Oh, my bad. I was just looking for Soda"

"In the back Darry."

He leaves and you laugh

Two-bit

Y'all were at the drive-in just hanging out

He was bothering people yk just being two-bit

And somehow you both ended up at the drag race that Steve, Soda and Dallas were at

You were leaned up against the hood of his car and he was in front of you and you were making out

Soda comes up and laughs at y'all

"HAHAHA, Steve come look!'

Two-bit looks at him and also starts laughing because hes two-bit

And your just there like 'omfg'

[theheroandthehoodlum]

Yes, Dally, Johnny was serious and still is.

If Johnny hadn't killed Bob and all hell broke loose, Dally still would be grumpy about Johnny telling him to leave Cherry alone and no one would do anything about it. (I think 😬)

[noebody-is-here]

musical ponycake/pb&j/johnnyboy our beloved

[snowangelblue]

❆ Unlikely Angel ❆

“The smile upon your angel face the heaven in your eyes replace 

the hell that I've been going through before you”

an: Ficmas day 3!! First Johnny fic! (Lots of firsts around here this season) also a bit long so mini mini slow burn

wc: 2460

cw: some talk of abuse

Johnny Cade x Soc!Reader

Every year your family participated in Tulsa’s Angel Tree Charity event. And every year you always got an underprivileged elementary schooler you almost never crossed paths with. This year however, when your family got their paper detailing who they would be sponsoring your heart dropped.

“Hey honey, you might know this boy, it says on the paper he's around your age?”  Your mom said as she handed the leaflet over to you. 

“Johnny Cade” 

Johnny Cade? The shy, quiet boy who always hung out with that hood Dallas Winston and Sodapop’s younger brother?

You mumbled a quick “Oh yeah I think I’ve seen him around.” And handed the paper back to her. 

What on earth were you going to get for a greaser?

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

Johnny recently got a social worker assigned to him, and just when he thought things were going fine and she wasn’t meddling all that much, the blasted lady signed him up for the local Angel Tree event. 

“Gosh man, I’m tellin’ you, some soc family is gonna take one look at my name and decide to forget they ever signed up for this whole darned thing.” He told Ponyboy who was sitting on an old tire in the lot, absent-mindedly sketching in a lightly beat up old notebook beside him. 

“It can be that bad Johnny, just some socs buying you ridiculous madras shirts and stuff.” Pony grinned teasingly at Johnny. 

“Ha ha very funny.” Johnny said as he cast a side-long glance at his friend.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

You had been given his name on Sunday and it was Monday now. Your friend was pulling her car into your long drive way as you sat on the front steps of your porch, gazing into nothingness. 

The horn of her corvette sounded a polite “beep” to get your attention as she called out to you. “C’mon we're gonna be late!”

“Coming, coming!” you half-sighed back exasperatedly. It was the last day of school before break. It's not like you'd be missing much if you were just a tiny bit late anyway. This whole Angel Tree thing still plaguing your thoughts. 

“Whats your deal today? You seem kinda… out of it.” your friend queried. 

“Its nothin’ I just..” you trailed off. “Y’know that Angel Tree event?” you asked rhetorically, every soc kid knew of the event. “Well I got that guy Johnny Cade for mine.” 

“That's odd, it's usually just little kids y’know, those greasers never sign up, must think they're too cool for it or somethin”.” She responded.

You just nodded your head in agreement, still troubled on what to get him. The car was now rounding the bend near the school lot and your friend threw the shift into park and hopped out. 

“You comin’ or what?” she said as she took her bookbag from its resting place in her shining vinyl trunk. 

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

Across the school’s yard Johnny and Pony made their way to the entrance, the lawn nearly cleared out as the tardy bell rang. Ponyboy turned to him and said, “See ya Johnny.”  before walking as quickly as someone who didn't want to get in trouble with Mr. Syme, but also wanted to keep his tuff exterior, could walk. Johnny just nodded at him and headed the opposite direction to the library where he figured he could cut class for a little while. 

He entered the library, the cool winter light from the glass panels set on each swinging double door reflecting glowing rectangles on the linoleum floor. Only one other person was in the library, –aside from the middle aged plumpish librarian in the front reading a sappy holiday romance novel– there sat a soc girl in the corner, quiet and alone, sipping water from a paper cup and  nervously twirling her hair between her fingers. A notebook with pretty cursive that Johnny couldn't read from where he was standing, was half discarded sitting ignored by her elbow.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

About ten minutes prior you huffed into the library, and found a seat at a desk in the back. You took out your notebook and an almost used up pen, –it was the end of finals season after all– and started trying to write a list of the things your family could purchase for your Angel Tree kid –who you did not want to acknowledge as Johnny Cade– but nothing came to you. You decided you deserved a break after your hard (maximum five minutes) thinking, and stood up to get some water from the cooler adjacent to your table. 

After you retrieved your water, you plopped back down into the chair you had been at previously and took a few sips, twirling your hair around in between your nicely manicured fingers. You had just got back to brain-storming when Johnny walked in, he was nervously scanning the room and you forgot that you were staring when his eyes fell on you. He anxiously made eye contact with you, before flicking his gaze back down to the floor and walking over to a table, sitting down with his back to you. 

From where you were sitting you could see the mark where a scar kissed his face, it must have been an open cut just months ago. A pang of guilt filled you. You were worried about how you didn't know what to get this poor kid for a charity event and he was worried about –not if, but how badly– he would get beat next. 

Just then, he stood up, making his way over to fetch some water of his own. The water trickled down from the tap of the jug and then suddenly, you were speaking to him.

“Hey.” you exclaimed. Your mouth was making decisions quicker than your brain could approve them.

He turned to look at you, eyes wide. He reminded you of a deer, or maybe a puppy. 

“Talkin’ to me?” he asked in surprise. You were a little bit frightened, he didn't look like he was going to hurt you, but your friends had told you all about the JDs like Dallas that he hung out with so you shifted back in your seat and gripped the paper of your cup a little tighter, crinkling it. 

You nodded silently and glanced up at him. You had never really noticed it before, but he was kind of cute, in the roughed up greaser sort of way.

“I.. um.” You couldn’t think of what to say to him. 

“Merry.. Christmas..?” You said apprehensively. 

His eyebrows scrunched a little bit, in a questioning sort of way that indicated he was very confused about this abrupt interaction. He paused before reciprocating a small “You too.”

As he walked away, you noticed the left sleeve of his jean jacket appeared to have been ripped and mended several times over.  

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

All Johnny could think about as he walked away was how he had hoped you didn't notice the crimson tint that flushed his ears. He hadn't been expecting an –albeit odd– interaction with anyone in the library, much less a pretty soc girl like you. 

There was a loud BRINGGG noise that echoed throughout the hallways of Will Rogers High School, and instead of skipping another period, he determined he might just go to class.

A few periods passed and Johnny had met back up with Ponyboy. While the pair usually leaned against the back posts of the bleachers during breaks like this, it was decidedly too cold and they went to the parking lot instead, where a perpetually class skipping Dallas was waiting with Buck’s borrowed Thunder Bird –top rolled up–.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, half turned to face both Dally and Ponyboy, Johnny recounted the story of the earlier happenings in the library. Dallas, ever teasing, poked fun at Johnny for his “soc girlfriend” and how “it must be charity work.”

Ponyboy coughed, mid drag of his cigarette, he slowly sat up from where he was lounged on the back bench of the car and gave the same grin from earlier. 

“Awe geez man, you dont think..” groaned Johnny.

“I think ‘ole Johnnycake’s got himself a super soc angel girlfriend. Good going man.” Dallas quipped.

Johnny just buried his reddening face into the palms of his hands.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

The final bell rang and to celebrate the upcoming break, you and your friends elected to go shopping for gifts. However for you, this was another reminder of your dilemma, but it now seemed smaller and less of a burden since your short “talk” with Johnny. 

You and the girls strolled through stores and giggled together while purchasing gifts for your family and friends, occasionally stopping to try something on for yourselves, and then shrugging with no remorse when one of you ended up buying it and counting it as a “gift to yourself.”

While everyone was browsing stores for things their elementary Angel Tree kids put on their lists, you walked across the way to a different store where you spotted a jean jacket that you thought would be perfect to replace his old tattered one. You knew those sorts of boys and how they swore off actual coats even when it was freezing out to preserve their “look” so you hoped this would at least be better than the thinning, worn out one that was a few inches too short around the wrists that he had now. 

You caught back up with your friends and you were now at a bookshop down the road because as your friend lamented, she “needed to pick some comic books out for her nerd little brother.” As your friend was searching in the comics section you poked around the classics section. That's when you caught a glimpse of a familiar back of a greased head. Quickening your pace down the aisle, you tapped him on the shoulder. 

Ponyboy turned around with a “Yeah?” before realizing it was a soc like you. From then, he looked at you sideways for a brief moment before it appeared something had clicked in his head. Whatever it was you didn't really care right then because you had an important question for him. 

“Hi, so, what does Johnny Cade ... like?” your sentence came out awkward but it was no matter its not like you would really see him again after this. 

He answered listing the regular old things you were expecting, then he said “oh and books, he cant read all that well but he likes listening to ‘em being read.”

Before you could answer, he interrupted “What's your deal anyway? Do you like him or somethin’ or do you just got him for the whole Angel Tree thing?” he asked you almost in a joking manner like you two were something of friends teasing each other.

You stammered. Why were you so worried about this whole thing? Usually your mom just took care of most of it. You thought of Johnny, the way your heart did something when you read his name, his dark hair and even darker eyes, the scar that marred his tanned complexion.

His heavy eyelashes that flicked out on the ends that made him almost pretty if he wasn't so rough looking. 

After what seemed like ages you responded in an almost question “... Angel Tree thing.”

“Rightttt…” he said as he looked at you skeptically before swaggering away. 

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

“Sweetheart, I've really got to prepare for this dinner party, do you think you can take care of this Angel Tree event yourself?”  Your mom called from where she was straightening ornately embroidered place mats on the long table in your vast dining room. “Ive still got to polish the silver, finish writing the names on the place cards, finish baking the meringues, and-” 

“Yeah I've got it mom.” You cut her off before she could start going into detail about how woeful her chores were and how she still needed to dust the garland or whatever ridiculous thing she was going to list next.

Taking the keys to a little jaguar you had been gifted for your birthday a year prior, you started to load all the daintily wrapped gifts into the back of your car. 

Admittedly, you had gone a bit overboard, and admittedly you had bought and returned a madras shirt for him in your frenzy. As you drove to the gleaming chapel in between the two sides of town where the event was taking place, it started to snow, and you were thankful that the roof of the convertible was put up.

You stepped out of your car and started to bring the gifts into the church and set them on the table marked “Cade”. While you made trips back and forth for each package little snowflakes danced in the air and glided gracefully into your tresses, which were carefully pinned back on the sides in ivory french combs. 

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 

Johnny saw the same soc girl from the library, you, lifting lots of packages out of your car. He had gotten there earlier than he was supposed to, half to see if it was in fact you who was his sponsor, and half to get the whole thing over with, especially if it wasn't you.

“Need any help with that?” he asked as you struggled with the last item in your car, a particularly heavy looking gift. You looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes, the snow now falling more prominently. 

Your eyes met and his fingers brushed with yours as you passed the gift along to him. He was really looking at you now, snow crystals gleaming in your hair like a halo framing your face. He couldn't tell if the pink in your cheeks was from the lightly blustering winds or if it was for the same reason his heart was beating a little bit faster. 

You giggled softly before saying “I’m the one supposed to be helping you.” And flipping the gift tag on the box he was holding over to reveal his name scrawled in the same refined cursive from earlier. 

“Thought you were mine.” He told you, before realizing the connotation of what he said and adding “My angel I mean.” Gosh he was just digging himself more and more into a hole wasn't he. “I mean.. Glory..”. 

“I know what you mean Johnny.” You smiled at him sweetly and at that moment he really did believe you could be an angel. 

That's when you stood up on your tip toes, kissing his cheek, just below the scar. As you descended, you almost whispered, “Merry Christmas” 

 “Yeah.. you too.” He whispered back.

 “Hey.. my moms having this Christmas party thing, do you think you might like to come?” Before he could answer you intertwined your fingers in his and led him to your car. 

[racetrackhigginsscigar]

i cannot STAND when people mischaracterize darry and dally.

darrel shayne curtis jr is twenty years old. he is not a facebook mom who doesn’t understand “the youngsters”. he goes skiing with his friends and was on the high school football team like 2 years ago. he’s NOT a 40 year old dad who puts his hand out in the back seat asking for snacks when he’s driving. he is young. he’s was a teenager last year.

dallas tucker winston is not a softie. if you came to his room at buck merrill’s looking like 🥺 he would tell you to fuck off and slam the door in your face. he jumps small children. he is not a nice person!!! his ass is NOT cuddling with you. maybe JUST MAYBE he would warm up to you after you’ve grown closer but your ass is not meeting dallas winston one second and the next he’s completely infatuated with you.

[barramundi]

so i just read the outsiders again after 11 years and

[neufer]

They are a group of tough greasers but they call their friend Johnnycake