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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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

Interrupted Television

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.7k

“Orcas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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finnl3t · 6 months

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

#the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders fanart #the outsiders movie #the outsiders #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #johnnyboy #johnny cade

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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

- 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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

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

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

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

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

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"What's on your mind, Johnnycake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Had sex, y/n."

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

Johnny swallowed. "Yeah. Sorr-"

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

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

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

"I want you to take my virginity."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, God yes. Please!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," Johnny murmured.

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

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

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

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

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ponyhasapepsiaddiction · 3 months

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

#the outsiders #the outsiders johnny #johnny cake #johnny cade

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gre4zerz · 19 days

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Dallas: Ponyboy, you dumbass.

Johnny: :]

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

Dallas: :X

Johnny: :X

Ponyboy: :X

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sniffingsharpiesinachuckecheese · 2 days

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i hc that Johnny has Magnus Chase-esque sarcasm but he only mumbles them to Ponyboy

#johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders ponyboy #magnus chase #sarcasm #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #headcanon

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crow2222 · 24 days

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johnny and darry have the same luck doing bereals

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

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se-hinton-confessions · 18 hours

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Jally is perfect for Johnny and Dally.

It's like a jelly jar. Johnny is the sweet substance inside and Dallas is the hard ass lid that won't fucking open because no one gets to touch or hurt Johnny.

why are you booing me? I'm correct.

#the outsiders #the outsiders movie #dallas winston #the outsiders dally #dally winston #johnny cade #the outsiders johnny #jally

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terminally-outsiders-obsessed · 27 days

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

WILL REBLOG WITH MORE BECAUSE TUMBLR ONLY ALLOWS 10

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dljcem · 9 months

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ೃ༄ Apple Cider

johnny cade x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ii.

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

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

“Keep it.”

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

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

iii.

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

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

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

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The rest goes unsaid.

iv.

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

“You alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

“…yeah.”

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

vi.

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

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

“I think I love you.”

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

“I love you too, Johnny.”

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