johnnycakez

[johnnycakez]

[jally brainrot,,]

Johnny Cade/Dallas Winston

Johnny didn’t know what he expected.

He knew his parents didn’t give a care in the world about wether he checked in or not, but he still felt required to do so. Except, it didn’t end too well.

It instead ended in a bloody mouth, nose, black eye, and a trip to Dallys apartment.

He didn’t know why his feet were dragging him to Dally, but they were. Hell, who knew if Dallas was even home.

But there Johnny stood.

Dally was more than confused and annoyed as to why someone was knocking on his door this late at night, but he knew it wasn’t the police. The knock was too light. Dallas probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he were doing something other than sitting there and smoking.

He swung the door open, ready to mouth someone off, but paused once he saw that familiar face.

“Christ, Johnny! The hell’d they do to you?” Dallas took no time nudging Johnny inside and closing the door behind him, instinctively locking it.

“‘Folks weren’t too happy when I stopped by.”

Dally licked his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows as he examined the boys face.

“That ‘oughta hurt like hell. ‘Cmon, let’s uh. Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

Johnny followed him to the bathroom. Why did he make that face when looking at Johnny? He’d seen much worse things in New York, so why was he cringing now?

Johnny’s thoughts were stopped when they made it to the bathroom, which was surprisingly clean (besides a few empty cigarette packs and the assortment of things.)

Neither of them said much. Dally couldn’t comfort people if his life depended on it, but he wanted to comfort Johnny so bad. But he couldn’t, so he pulled out rubbing alcohol, bandages, and pain pills.

“Sorry, Dal.” Johnny mumbled, “yknow.. for making you do this. You were prolly busy, I coulda stopped by Pony’s or somethin’.”

Dallas shook his head.

“Shoot, Johnny. What did I say about apologizing? Anything ever even come near you, you look for me. Now sit down,”

Johnny looked down and swiftly sat down, hands on his knees.

Dally wanted to tell Johnny he was actually happy he came by. Out of all people he went straight to Dallas’. No way he’d ever tell him that, though.

Dallas leaned down by Johnny, taking a q-tip and pouring rubbing alcohol on it. He grabbed Johnny’s chin with his left hand and made Johnny look at him, bringing the q-tip to the cut on Johnny’s lip.

“Ow, Dallas,” The greaser said through clenched teeth.

“It ain’t my fault, why’re you cursin’ my name?” Dally placed a bandage over his lip.

“You know I wasn’t cursing at you,” Johnny watched as Dallas wet a paper towel and brought it up to Johnny's nose.

Dally simply grinned in response, and Johnny’s face went a little red. Dallas paused and squinted his eyes, before throwing the paper towel in the trash.

“Thanks Dal, I mean it.” Johnny stood up and pulled his jeans jacket back on.

“Where ya going?” Dally asked, an intense expression on his face.

“Oh, uh, prolly the lot. Maybe Pony’s.” he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Hah. Might as well call you Two-Bit with the way you’re cracking jokes like that. No, no way in hell am I lettin’ you walk at night by yourself, that’s a death wish.” Dallas shook his head.

“I’ll be alright, Dal. Really, I got a blade on me.” Johnny turned around and began walking towards the door. The last thing he wanted was to bother Dally any more than he thought he had.

Dallas grabbed his wrist, startling him.

“Death wish, JohnnyCake. I won’t bite, promise.”

Johnny turned around to look at him, the blush from earlier creeping back onto his face. Every time Dally had used that nickname on him it never failed to make him fluster.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny nodded and pulled his hand away from Dallas, taking his jacket off and placing it on the kitchen counter, sliding his shoes off after.

Dally grinned and walked to his bedroom, while Johnny awkwardly stood there.

“You gonna sleep while standin’ or?” Dally looked back and said.

“Right,” Johnny walked into said room, sitting down on the floor.

“The hell are you doing, Johnny? Did they knock your brains out that hard?”

“Whaddaya mean? Aren’t you going to bed?” Johnny looked over at the brunette.

“Not on the floor! Cmon, Cade.” Dally chuckled and shook his head, patting the spot next to him on his bed.

Johnny pulled himself onto the bed. He had to have been out of his mind.

“Christ Johnny, are you alright? You don’t gotta be so stiff around me, I’m the same Dallas you’ve known. I swear it,”

“Sorry, Dal, I just- feel like i’m invading, is all.”

Dallas sat there for a second, before wrapping his arm around Johnny’s neck, his face on his chest, and giving him a noogie.

“Cmon, Dally! That hurts!” He whined, a small grin forming on his face while he attempted to break loose from Dally’s grasp.

“Don‘t you ever think you’re botherin’ me, alright, Cade? I mean it.”

Dallas finally stopped, and Johnny nodded, letting a sigh out.

“Alright, Dal. I got it, so no more of that.”

“Can‘t make any promises.” Dally chuckled, “now get comfortable.”

Dallas stood up and turned the light off, while Johnny removed his socks and pants.

They both pulled themselves under the covers, sitting there for a minute.

“Thank you, Dal..” Johnny said quietly.

“Anytime.”

...

“Dal, I-”

“Don’t.”

“You don’t even know what i’m tryna say!” Johnny blushed out of embarrassment.

“You’re right, but I wanna say it first.”

“Alright..?”

They sat there in the dark, in silence.

“Blast it, i’m not good with words. Cmere Johnny, where’s your face,”

Dallas felt around until both of his hands were cupping Johnny’s face. Their eyes had both adjusted now, and they could see each other. Dally’s right thumb brushed over Johnny’s cheek bone, back and forth.

Johnny had began to lead forward first, until the gap between them was closed. They were kissing. Johnny moved his hands onto Dallas’ shoulders and deepened the kiss.

They both parted and panted.

“I love you.”

Johnny finally said.

“You know I do too, Johnny. I love you too,” Dallas ran his fingers through the boys hair, before laying back.

Johnny smiled and snuggled up close to Dally, his face buried into his shoulder.

“Cmon now, Johnny,” Dallas said with a slight blush.

“You said get comfortable. That’s what i’m doing.” He grinned.

Dally sighed and wrapped an arm around him.

They both quickly fell asleep, smiling and blushing.

[johnnycakez]

[First post hello outsiders fandom (:]

Desc;

Angst

Sensitive Topics

Su!cude

Hurt/No comfort

[staring off with angst, why not? johnny x reader is implied]

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It was a regular day in the far side of Tulsa. Gangs were fighting, police were rushing around, neighbors were yelling, dogs were barking. Just a usual day.

Although.. I guess you could say everyone has different perspectives.

It was silent last night.

You stared at your feet dangling off of your bed, slowly swinging them back and forth. Just a few hours ago you had gotten home after seeing a move with Pony, Dally, and Johnny. Johnny and Ponyboy got busy talking to two other girls Dallas had previously harassed, so you decided to leave. No one really noticed. You told them you were going to get some popcorn and you never came back.

Well, you thought no one noticed, at least. Johnny was thinking about it all night but never really said anything about it. Maybe you got bored and left, nothing personal, he got it.

But being alone wasn’t your strong suit. When you were alone, you had time to sit there and think. Nothing good comes out of thinking. Ever. That’s what lead you to this now. Rope in hand, chair pushed under your ceiling fan. You decided to wait no time, adrenaline rushing and hands trembling. Feeling like you were going to cry but you knew you wouldn’t be able to if you tried.

You stepped up onto the chair, pulling your head through the loop of the rope, and tying the other end on the ceiling fan with a strong knot. You stood there for a minute, body shaking. Memories flashed through your head.

You thought of the gang.

How would Johnny feel when he saw you? How would Sodapop, who cared for everyone, scream? How would Darry feel to lose another person close to him? How would Dally, who already had no hope feel about the world now? How would Two-Bits grin, which was always stuck on his face, drop?

Regret and guilt rushed through your body. Maybe it was best to go visit Johnny in the lot, or maybe even stop by the Curtis’ house and talk it out with someone.

You went to pull the rope around your neck off, when you felt a sudden drop, and a stinging pressure around your throat.

The chair beneath you had broken. It was a shabby wooden chair. You should’ve thought this through.

You clawed at the rope, trying desperately to scream for someone or get a breath, but the only noises made were your failed attempts of breathing.

——

[9:58 AM.]

“PONYBOY!”

Darry hollered, setting 8 plates down on the table. He made breakfast for everyone today, which was something that rarely happened, but he had the money this week, so why not?

Two-Bit rushed out of the brothers’ shared room with Pony over his shoulder, cackling as Ponyboy yelled at him to put him down.

Steve and Sodapop were having their daily arm wrestl, Dally was smoking, standing by the TV, while Johnny walked in.

“Wheres [Name]?” Dallas asked, cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

“I was hopin’ she’d be here.. haven’t seen her since the movies last night.” Johnny replied, quiet.

“Prolly sleepin’, that girl..” Two-Bit commented with a grin on his face.

“We can’t blame er’.. we know how hard it is for her to get out of bed. Give it another.. 5 minutes and one of us’ll go check on her, alright?” Soda butted in.

“Yea.. just uh, give her some time. She’ll be here sooner or later.” Johnny agreed.

[10:15 AM.] The gang finished up breakfast, and Two-Bit was already started on a beer. Ponyboy looked over at the plate that still had eggs and a small slice of chocolate cake on it. He shuddered.

Darry noticed, and watched as Sodapop said something, probably to comfort him.

“I say we all go to [Names] place. We can cheer er’ up and help her get outta bed.” Steve announced, and eventually, everyone agreed.

Johnny’s heart beat picked up. Why did he feel so .. weird?

[10:30 AM.] As the gang rushed into the apartment complex and got weird stares, Two-Bit made it to her door, second behind Johnny.

“You alright, Johnnycakes? You look pale as a ghost.” Sodapop pat his head, and Johnny nodded.

“I’m alright.” He lied. Why was he sweating so much?

Dally took note of that.

“Alright, let’s not stand here like a buncha weirdos. Someone knock.” Dallas barged in.

Two-Bit knocked the gangs special knock.

“Wakey wakey, [Name]! There’s chocolate milk back at Darrys calling your name!”

...

No response.

Johnny knocked a little louder.

“[Name], you gotta get up now..” he said a little loud.

...

“She’s a heavy sleeper.” Darry knocked with force.

.....

“We look like a bunch a’ hoods tryna kidnap a girl. [Name]! We’re comin‘ in.” Steve shouted, and let Johnny take over because he knew he had the only spare key to your apartment.

The door was gently pushed open, a faint breeze hitting the boys’ face who were in the front, followed by a strong smell..

They all eventually walked in, and Darry turned the light on.

Silence filled the air.

What the hell...

What the hell?

Ponyboys knees buckled and he threw up the eggs, chocolate milk, and chocolate cake just served. Sodapop shakily put a hand on his back, his eyes not moving from your figure.

Johnny stared.

You were pale. You had deep eye bags which were coated with dry tear stains, and red marks and bruising all around your neck. He looked down at the broken chair beneath you.

He thought of how much you must've struggled. He understood the situation immediately like he was there. He choked on his own breath, and felt hot tears streaming down his face. Johnny never cried.

“[Name]...” he sobbed out.

Two-Bit was standing in fear, his happy go lucky grin long gone, now replaced with a frown and tears.

Dallas‘ face was completely blank. Any smirk that may have been there that morning was wiped away.

Steve backed up so much that his back met the wall, and he stood there.

Darry ran a hand through his hair, quickly turning around to hide his miserable attempt to not cry.

Johnny was hyperventilating, hands cupping your face. He was mumbling something over and over. No one understood him. No one understood anything now.

If you payed close attention to Johnny, though, you could hear a faint.

‘i love you, i’m sorry.’