#ask cade

[meat-the-sullivans]

Candy just be sending Cade texts during school complaining how boring it is without him and keeping him up to date on annoying kids and teachers lmao

but also positive stuff, like immediately letting him know when she got a good grade in French or a teacher told her she did a good job

and obviously stuff like

"bully X was super rude to person Y so I shared some bonbons with them 🥰"

"also, kinda off-topic, but later that day they were send home due to stomach cramps and vomiting 🤔"

ooor

"someone's been stealing my food, and today I took some chocolate I made myself, but it disappeared from my bag 😩"

"either way, this one kid apparently shit his pants during an exam after lunch lol"

Cade rolls his eyes at his phone, sticking it back into his pocket. A certain headsick, cotton Candy girl had been texting him all afternoon while he was stuck at work with his brother.

He chuckled under his breath as he went back to skinning the deer head he was working on. Demetri poked his head in through the back, checking in on his younger brother.

“I’m pleasantly surprised to see your almost finished” the older man commented.

“I’m not incompetent, you know this.” Cade glared at his brother.

“It was a compliment, but if you’re going to be hostile about it-“

“What do you want Sully, or did you come back here just to shadow me?”

Sully lets out a sigh.

“I was going to tell you perhaps I was too harsh the other day. You’ve shown initiative and have taken this first week of suspension quite well. All things considering.”

“But I had to go and run my mouth, got it. So what, now I have to work here when I’m back at school too?”

Demitri slowly pulls the clever out of his hand and places it flat on the metal table. Forcing the youngest boys attention to be solely on him.

“You done?”

Cade just nods, letting out a huff.

“A friend of mine brought it to my attention, that perhaps it would be beneficial for you to socialise more with other children your age. I didn’t have many friends when I was your age either, and it’s not fair of me to keep you locked up in here all day. You’re free to go.”

Cade fidgeted with his hands, missing the weight of the heavy knife in his palm.

“What’s the catch?”

“You help on the weekends, so I can spend more time with your niece. She’s acting up in school as well and refusing to speak English. Dipper requires more attention.”

“What is with these Americans, now it’s wrong to not want to speak this stupid language? Dipper didn’t do shit.”

“I’m not saying I agree with them, but we have to follow the rules if we want to stay here Cade, you know this. Stop being facetious, you’re plenty old enough to understand how these things work. You remember what father taught you?”

“Of course I do, he only beat it into me everyday.” Cade hissed, “fine. Can I go?”

Sully looked toward the doorway to dismiss the younger boy.

“Tell miss Walker I said hello.”

Cade paused in the doorway, not bothering to look back at his brother.

“How did you-“

“Your ears flush pink when you’re thinking about her- you’re not as immune to human emotions as you think…”

Cade grumbled under his breath, shoving the door open with force and ripping off his apron, throwing it down on the counter. Few people got under his nerves as consistently as his brother and came out of the interaction unscathed.

Cade decided it was best to lay low for a while, and stay on Sully’s good side. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. He pulled out his phone to text the one person who was worth anything in this town.

Candy:

Those idiots deserved it, nice work by the way. The test and those goons. Study session in the park tonight.

It wasn’t phrased as a question and he hoped Candy would understand that. He wanted to see her tonight, but he knew much studying wouldn’t be done. Cade needed to decompress, his annoyance was on high and she’s the only thing that made a lick of sense to this boy.

[meat-the-sullivans]

Cade when someone disrespects his girlfriend and he doesn’t take that lightly. You rarely even get a warning before he pounces.

He’d love for Candy to help, but he’s just as willing to just show off to her too and have her sit there looking pretty and excited for him while he does his thing. She’s like his little cheerleader, and he’s her knight in very, very bloody armour🥺 look at these cuties! They can do no wrong!

bro shut up I’m trying to gut you and feel your arterial spray on my face

[redfielddoesthings]

˖☆ COWBOYS ☆˖

⭐*⁠.⁠✧

…(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) asks are being reopened next week. I was sick. — R☆

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Darry trying to eavesdrop on ponyboys schools drama while he makes dinner

[quizzicalwriter]

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!

[winstonsns]

the gang when they’re jealous (request)

authors note: i’m sorry i accidentally posted it a little bit ago! i wasn’t done but now i am :3 i couldn’t find the image of the request but yeah it was requested 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.1k

warnings: blood, cussing, fighting, jealousy, insecurity, harassment

PONYBOY CURTIS

the two of you were at school, dissecting a squid in your science class

you and ponyboy were partners, and knew exactly what to do with the squid, even without instructions

then one of your classmates came up to you, asking “hey, y/n right? you uh, seem pretty smart. you already took apart the squid without any instructions, huh?”

ponyboy looked towards him, already seeing your attention was on your classmate

“oh, uh, yeah! it was mostly ponyboy though, he’s really smart!” so you smiled at your boyfriend, and gave him a kiss on the cheek

but your classmate kept persisting and giving you compliments, even flirting with you at times

ponyboy finally sighed and suggested, “hey, how about you go back to your desk.. seems like your partner needs help.” looking around, the classmate saw all the others dissecting their squids, while his was still put together

normally, when he’s jealous, he’ll try to make a distraction so he can pull you away or get someone else to leave

when you’re talking to someone important, ponyboy will stay close but won’t barge into the conversation

JOHNNY CADE

once, the two of you were at the drive in, planning to watch a cute romantic movie together

a guy tried to flirt with you, telling you that you look beautiful and you’re outfit is tight and looks real nice on you

you thanked him but told him to stop, many times, even though johnny was on the other side of you

eventually, when the man wouldn’t stop harassing you, johnny told him “hey, why don’t you just stop talkin’ to her? she told you to go away, man..” and shook his head in disappointment

he didn’t like him talking to you, and hated him more when he knew you felt uncomfortable

the man asked him, “who the hell do you think you are, hood? no reason why she’d wanna date someone like you—“

before he could continue, johnny tapped you, motioning to get up

the two of you walked to the car, and you said “thanks, honey.. too bad we didn’t really get to enjoy the movie though..” and he suggested the two of you would stay but at a distance from the man

johnny stayed close to you in a protective way, always checking your surroundings to make sure you were safe

but when you talk to someone important, or you’re catching up on life, he won’t do anything

he loved you, and even if he was jealous, he had to respect what you wanted

so if you wanted to talk to someone, he’d let you talk to them, sometimes because he’d know you were looking forward to it

he just doesn’t want either of you to get hurt, so he’ll try to always be nice, even when confronting someone

SODAPOP CURTIS

you were on your break at work, at a restaurant

your boyfriend, soda, came to visit you so the two of you sat down at a booth and ate a meal for free

then a guy stupidly came up to you and asked you for your number, saying you were very attractive

you looked at him, confused, side eyeing soda in a ‘who does this guy think he is’ way

you said, “um, no.. sorry. i have a boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell.” but the man wouldn’t stop talking to you

he sat down next to you, starting to eat some of your fries, making you lose your appetite

you kept moving away, and he put his arm around your shoulder, eyeing you up and down

it got to soda, he didn’t like how he was talking to you, “okay, we’re done here.” and he looked at your boyfriend

“leave.” he said, and the guy didn’t listen

“you better fucking leave.” deepening his voice and glaring at the man, putting a sense of fear into him, and even into you

he put his arm back to his side and got up from the booth, eyeing both you and soda, not saying a word but walking away

“you okay, baby?” he asked, and you sweetly answered with a “yes, thank you soda.. i love you.”

he said “i love you too.” and flashed you a genuine, beautiful and handsome smile

he was glad the man listened to him, because if he didn’t, he would’ve beaten the man up, but didn’t want a lecture from his older brother darry

your boyfriend really didn’t want to worry about you, but he couldn’t help it

he loved you too much to not worry, and he knew you understood all his feelings, not a lot of people did

he appreciated that about you, and ever since you understood, he never wanted to lose you

you were the only person he felt like he really loved

DARRY CURTIS

the two of you were at a restaurant, on a date when the waiter tried to hit on you

darry isn’t uncomfortable with telling you or someone else when he doesn’t like what someone’s doing, so he tells you and the man that he wants him to stop

so he tells the waiter, “hey uh, this is my girlfriend and i’d appreciate it if you’d stop… flirting with her.”

he listens since darry has big ass muscles, and he doesn’t want to get beat up

normally, he’ll politely ask the person who’s flirting with you if they could stop

if you’re talking with someone, simply catching up or talking about something important then he’ll leave you alone

he knows you can get frustrated if you can’t finish a conversation that’s important, so he lets you do your thing

unless you want him to help you get out of the conversation

he doesn’t want you to get emotionally hurt or feel bad if you’re talking to someone, so he always tries to talk to others politely, no matter if they’re being rude or not

if a guy is harassing you though, he would first tell the man to stop, if he doesn’t then he might get into a fight with him

just enough to get him to stop being creepy with you, but not enough to get him into legal trouble

DALLAS WINSTON

he’s normally not comfortable showing pda but will make an exception if some guy is flirting with you

but the two of you were in a bar and a random guy came up to you and was making suggestive gestures to you

he kept flirting with you and trying to get close to you, but you kept moving away

you were clearly uncomfortable with the way he was acting, but didn’t know what to do, you were afraid he’d hurt you if you rejected his advances

dally glanced over to you and saw the creepy guy was talking to you, and how you were uncomfortable and kept looking at his direction

he was jealous another man was talking to you, but was worried about if you’d be safe or not

so he walked over to you, already glaring at the man who was harassing you

he wrapped his arms around your waist and started slowly kissing your neck, mumbling “hey doll, who’s this..?” and looked at you in a loving manner

dally then looked at the man, and glared hard at him

the man saw the shine in dallys pocket, knowing it was a switchblade

but he could care less, and kept flirting with you

dally lost it when the man said “how about we go to my apartment baby, bet you’d like it if i-“

your boyfriend let go of you and grabbed his hair, bashing his head into the counter, breaking his nose in the process, punching him repeatedly, blood dripping down his face

“you ever talk to my fucking girl again and i’ll break both your fucking arms too.” he whispered into his ear

he then threw the man to the side, onto the ground and wrapped his arm around your shoulders

“thanks dal,” you mumbled “that was a lot though… i think you broke his nose..” you looked back and people were staring at you two

he knew he wouldn’t get in trouble, and led you upstairs to his room, wanting you two to go to sleep

if dally is jealous but the person he’s jealous of isn’t harassing you, just talking, then he’ll most likely walk up to you and the person you’re talking to, then will stand behind you protectively and say to you “hey sweetheart, uh, i need to talk to you for a second.”

so he’ll pull you away from the person and the two of you will talk about something random, because he didn’t need you to talk to you, he just wanted you away from the other person

however, if it seems like you’re talking about something very important or a close friend you haven’t talked to in a while, he won’t bother you

he really tries not to show the fact that he’s jealous but it’s really obvious

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

the two of you were at the drive in, going together to watch a new movie

you liked horror movies, meanwhile two-bit liked comedy movies, and was obviously into comedy himself

after the two of you sat down, a man came up to you and started talking to you

you didn’t say much since you were trying to watch the movie, but he wouldn’t stop talking and your boyfriend started to get a little jealous

eventually, two-bit talked to the guy and said, “hey, man i think my girl wants to watch the movie. you can maybe talk after but please… just some quietness ‘til after the movies done?”

the man stared at your boyfriend for a bit, gave a quiet “okay” and nodded, walking away from the two of you

“thanks, keith” you mumbled, and he nodded, putting the popcorn in between your laps

both of you continued paying attention to the movie, and your boyfriend forgot about the whole encounter with the man

but if he sees you laughing because of another guy, he’ll probably get more jealous than how he would if a man was just naturally talking with you

like, he loves to make you laugh and gets a little sad when another guy makes you laugh, especially if you laugh harder than when you do with him

he’ll try to outdo the guy by telling you jokes too

STEVE RANDLE

the two of you were at the store, planning to buy groceries

then you ran into a friend from middle school, who just so happened to have a crush on you all those years ago

“y/n, gosh is that you?” the man said, and you replied with, “oh, sorry… i don’t remember you, remind me who you are?”

he responded with his name and you remembered him, how the two of you got along and were friends up until he started treating you like crap, all because of the fact he liked you

you told steve you had to talk to an old friend, so you gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked towards your old friend

the two of you just wanted to talk, and he didn’t like you anymore, so you wanted to catch up with him

the way he kept laughing at your jokes made steve a tad bit jealous, but he knew he had to trust you

but he couldn’t help but get warm, not in the good way, in a jealous way

so he walked over to you and said, “who you talkin’ to?” and you looked at him and responded with, “oh, this is my friend from middle school! we went to different high schools, so we lost contact.”

your old friend smiled at him and introduced himself and said, “oh, cool. is this your boyfriend?” and steve replied with “yeah, been together for nearly a year.”

so when you and your boyfriend left the store, the two of you got into your car and drove to steve’s house to drop off the groceries

he would get insecure at times, thinking you’d leave him when you found someone better

he’d disguise it as jealousy, but wouldn’t confront you about talking to other people if he was jealous

the most he’d do is talk to soda about it, but he wouldn’t burst out at you or get mad at you for talking to other people

authors note: sorry for taking a while! i have 4 other requests in my inbox so im working on those too. sorry for making you wait!

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Hey, I know he's not technically canon but what would Cade look like in his adult body? Would he have an exposed heart like his dad? Or any particular style of fashion? I wanna see him fully grown next to his parents and see how tall his adult body is. And what about his teen stage? I vaguely remember you said that there were three main body changes, child, teen and adult. (Not forced or anything just curious about what Cade would look like as a big boy/fully grown harlequin.) ^^

I make a non-canon fanchild once and you all go crazy huh /j

Cade's development through the years could be summarized by this poorly drawn chart (that doesn't even cover ALL the changes but that's a story for another day) but it IS the base child-teen-adult progression.

Young Cade is quite the troublemaker; not fully in a bad sense, he's just very hyperactive and easy to be excited. He's also the embodiment of childish wonders and curiosity, so he's the happiest he can be if shown something new and amazing.

Teen Cade.... well, he's become a bit of a rebel because ofc he would be. Who wasn't. He thinks his mom is "babying" him, when no. Pomni's just become increasingly paranoid on how to handle the unfolding situation of her son growing up, and wanting to break things like her in her uncontrolled prime.

He's also become the most reckless and stubborn he'll ever be, answering back passive-aggressively and raising his tone against his parents when they're trying to talk some sense into him, going out on his own accord and even REFUSING to wear the tracker bell that would let Caine know his location for safety purposes.

Thankfully, Adult Cade has realized the errors of his cringe emo teen self and is back to being a happy, active and mischievous Puppet. He's become an official defender of the city, befit of the title of a Combat Harlequin. Although his relationship with his parents are no longer strained and is as healthy as can be, there's an intrusive thought lodged in his head somewhere that insists that he's not being a good son (considering his track record), how he's not living up to expectations because he hasn't done anything grandeur like both his mom and dad has in their pasts, nor achieved something worth celebrating.

He does realize that it's not the achievements he's worried about, but rather, it's actually his dream to travel the world and detail his exploits. Something that both his parents will have to come to terms with, because this means that their son wants to leave the nest and be on his own.

Now, for what you've been waiting for anon, here's Adult Cade side by side with Pomni and Caine, although this is their current looks and not their post-canon's, so-

He's slightly taller than both of them lol

[glennquackmire]

more pre canon twobit dally johnny trio shit

two and dally met each other first when twobit asked for a cigarette

twobit: mind if i bum one off you? dally, looking at his flask: only if I can have the rest of that twobit: deal

and it was hell from there

they found johnny like at a park or something and were being greasers and shit and hes like "screw off" and they're like "hey, this kids got spunk"

and thats how the trio was born

i couldn't figure out how to draw this because I'm not creative unfortunately so here's them just like being a trio

Beware gfuys there's always a trio in a duo or whatever the saying is (lie I love trios)

Ignore the artstyle I was trying something and it did not work I fear

[hideousvampire]

you should… you should totally draw Johnny C, Daniel, Teddy, and Jeremy as the abbey road Beatles album

hehe 😁😁

you are very right for this

[girlishwhimsies]

ponyboy who is so sunset coded, who will always see the ends of things while waiting for a new beginning, who looks at the sunset and sees all the beauty in the world, who aches for something more. johnny who is so star coded, who will always be wishing for a better chance, who stares up at the stars and accepts he can’t leave but finds joy in the people he can surround himself with, johnny who doesn’t go out in some grand show but slowly leaves cause he has to. ponyboy and johnny who balanced each other out. haha anyways…

[hellonearthtoday]

double posting in one night because I'm awesome and unstoppable. read more if you want to be bombared by my warrior cat au

CAT JALLY IS HERE!!!! Idk why Dallys mom chose his dork ass name in the og but he's named very blatantly after the state/city here. He's bounced around different locations a lot, especially for how young he is. He's been in Texas, New York, and now Oklahoma. He hitchhiked in people's cars to get place to place, before eventually settling down in Oklahoma once he got situated w homegang.

Dally and Johnny are actually THEE dynamic duo here. Dally is farrrr more hype about sparring and fighting than Johnny is, like that freak lives and breathes it, (he likes winning) but Johnny still kicks ass because Dally trained him. Johnny has like has a sleeper build because he's constantly hunched over like a crinkled plastic bag so they don't ever expect it when he leaps at them like a sugar glider and starts scratching the shit out of them

Johnny doesn't really like sparring at all because he doesn't like hurting his buddies, and Johnny literally has only two modes and it's passive or actually rabid so he always reflexively holds back when they try and spar with him since he cant be normal about sparring. So he just ends up literally standing there doing nothing. Imagine those videos of goats just freezing. Or opposums playing dead

He can play fight with the others fine, but he can only really spar for real with Dally because he's not afraid of hurting him. What I'm trying to say is Johnny hones in on beating the enemy whenever he fights and he literally can't multitask. he's LOCKED in

Johnny mostly tag teams w Pony because first of all Pony is not doing that shit alone and SECONDD of all, while Dal and him DO fight good together, Johnny tried sending him A Look one time mid battle and Dally didn't get it and asked if he was abt to cough up a hairball. Then Dally was body slammed by the guy behind him Johnny was trying to warn him about

Johnny tried explaining what he did afterwards and Dally said that shit was stupid and Johnny mumbled smthin abt "Pony would get it😒😒😒" he was low-key embarrassed though

[meat-the-sullivans]

how do you think arguments/fights between Cade and Candy would go? would he have to take some time to cool off? or do you think they'd try and resolve it on the spot? would he ask Sully for help?

Cool off for sure… nobody wants to be around when Cade is upset, especially if that specific emotion is anger. A lot of his emotions quickly just turn to anger and frustration cause he doesn’t know how to feel much else.

Now I will say, Candy and Dipper have a soft spot in his heart. He would never raise his voice at Dipper, but Candy isn’t quite as sensitive. I imagine it’s a lot of yelling, insults in French for sure.

Though knowing him, if she actually comprehended one of his little rants or insults, he would internally be impressed and make it a note to tell her her French has improved later.

Cade is a very physical person. He prefers that over words, much the opposite of his brother in that way. He prefers to fight with fists. Cade isn’t the type to say “don’t hit a girl” not for misogyny reasons, just cause he thinks it’s stupid to treat girls different and it’s actually more insulting.

But he wouldn’t hit Candy. At least he’d be trying his best. Expect things to be thrown, pushed, broken, snapped… anything he can do to not lay his hands on her. Because he’d never forgive himself for that. If it gets bad enough that he’s thrown something or there in a screaming match, he just walks away.

He’ll go break some things, or scream it out. Cade isn’t one to ask for help, so Sully would come to him. He may be annoyed, but he knows his older brother is just trying to help, and is usually pretty smart so he’d eventually take his advice on how to apologise and sort things out.

Cade and Candy playfully bicker and banter all the time, but this is much different. You would think they hate each other if you weren’t watching closely. There just two people who aren’t very good with affectionate words. But Sully can see that Cade really cares about her, much like he did for Daffodil.

And after Sully lost her, he wouldn’t want his brother to fall to a similar fate and lose the love of his life. He’s afraid it would set Cade off the deep end and he wouldn’t come back from that. And he doesn’t want Cade to spiral and go on a sloppy murder spree and get them all caught. But also he doesn’t want his little brother hurting like that.

Plus he knows Cade would just blame himself if he drove Candy away, or worse, did something he couldn’t take back and lost her because of that. Cade doesn’t cry often, and they aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of frustration. But he sometimes cries after a big fight with her. But he’ll never admit that to anyone.

Last person that saw Cade cry got stabbed… go ahead and ask Sully about the scar on his abdomen just above his kidney… I dare you-

Since he’s not a man of much words, Candy shouldn’t expect to ever hear the words “I’m sorry” or “I was wrong”. What she should expect is to find Cade waiting for her in her room, or throwing rocks outside her window and standing there with a peace offering.

He will be a clingy mess if she forgives him. Expect him to be there with his head on her lap for hours as they just sit in silence. He likes that he can feel her pulse and hear her heart beat. It’s calming in a way. He’s more the “forgive and forget” type when it comes to moving on from an argument. At least when it comes to the few people he cares about.

If Candy is the one that needs to apologise, he’s gonna be an ass about it and avoid her. Or pretend he can’t hear her. So Candy would have to do something big or stupid (like attempting to get herself hurt to get his attention) in order for him to break and hear her out. Cade is a very troubled boy but he’s trying…

[bubblegumflavor]

If it's no problem, could you please draw Johnny Cade and Johnny Lawrence meeting?

My two favorite Johnnys? On the same page?? Hell yeah! =D<3

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Steve Randle hc because he's my favourite

-Is incredibly vain and doesn’t bother to hide it (c’mon guys this man canonically combed his hair into ‘complicated swirls’, you can’t tell me he’s not a bit obsessed with himself)

-Enjoys his science classes even though he’s not good at them

-Is incredibly protective of Sodapop, not because he doesn’t think Soda is tough but because Soda’s more sensitive than him and Soda’s one of the only people he really cares about

-When his mom left he didn’t speak a word for two weeks (Soda was losing his mind)

-Him and Johnny aren’t super close but they bond over both having shit dads. Neither of them like talking about it with anyone else, not even their best friends, so sometimes they’ll skip class together and just vent

-Was really close to the Curtis brothers dad, and was devastated when he died (he didn’t show it though because he was trying to be strong for Soda)

-Has major trust issues

-Doesn’t really like girls and it shows (tells himself its because his mom left but really it’s because he’s more interested in Soda than he’s ever been in a girl. Doesn’t know what this means and refuses to think about it.)

-Despite this, he gets a lot of attention from girls due to being Soda’s friend and also decently good looking. He hates it but likes the way Soda laughs when he teases him about it

-Is actually bad at poker, just not anywhere near as bad as Soda 

-Has broken his arm three times, and his wrist once

-Makes bets with Two-Bit all the time

-Loves animals. He found a little grey stray cat once in the lot and adopted it. Soda named it Killer because he thought it was funny 

-Doesn’t actually dislike Ponyboy, just hates how stressed out Soda gets worrying about him

-Went off the deep end and spent the night in the drunk tank when he found out Ponyboy and Johnny were missing, and drank himself sick every day after until Soda broke down and begged him to stop because Pony was missing and he needed SOMEONE

-Was lowkey devastated when Soda dropped out 

-Is NOT a people person. Even though he loves the gang the only person he can stand to be around for an extended amount of time is Sodapop

-Is lowkey kinda scared of Darry ever since the ‘all brawn no brains’ debacle

-Could eat strawberry ice cream every day of his life and never get sick of it

-HATES being cold more than anything else ever

[motorcycleboy9]

I don't think I'll ever draw johnny cade any better than this 😭😭

[quizzicalwriter]

i'm so in love w your writing it's crazy. also do you write for johnny cade? and if you did would you do nsfw? thank you!

Somethin’ Stupid

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: Local bonfire leads to some emotions, and filth.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Touching, kissing, consent checks, passion. Overall just very passion driven sex - it’s cute, alright?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope I did good, I haven’t written for Johnny before, had to look back at my book several times to make sure I didn’t mess up his character.

Word Count: 2.6k

Bonfires had always been a source of comfort for you, all your friends gathered in one place during the night, bright stars overhead with a plethora of conversations and alcohol to share. It was a place to reminisce, laugh over stupid past decisions, and of course light some shit on fire. 

You found yourself perched up on the grass, hands behind you as you watched the group babble on about something Sodapop and Steve had done in the past, the two laughing too hard to even attempt to properly narrate the story. You had to admit, their laughter was contagious, leaving everyone nearby in fits of laughter as they tried to talk as well. 

You’d been friends with them all for years, Ponyboy and Johnny the longest, seeing as how you were in several of their classes before you all graduated. They’d made you feel at home when no one else had, something you deeply appreciated even if you didn’t voice it often enough. 

You were suddenly dragged from your thoughts by a nearby voice and a soft nudge against your knee. “Want one?” Johnny asked, smiling softly down at you as he extended down a bottle of coke. You nodded, taking the cold glass in your hand as Johnny moved to sit down beside you. 

Out of everyone, you felt most comfortable around Johnny. He had a way of allowing you to be silent without urging for more words, or attention, or anything. He was perfectly content to sit side by side with you for hours, stargazing at the lot or going on a walk until neither of you could feel your legs. 

The two of you sat like that, occasionally chiming in on the conversation, but mostly enjoying each other’s company while drinking your coke. After a bit you found yourself leaning against his side, a harmless move on your part, but one that had Johnny’s heart beating wildly in his chest. All he could focus on was the scent of your perfume and how warm you felt against him compared to the cold of the night. He’d hardly even noticed you’d been talking to him about something until you directed a question his way. 

“What about you?” You asked, smiling brightly as you tilted your head back to meet his gaze. “Meet anyone special?”

He swallowed his mouthful of coke, shaking his head slowly as he mulled over your question. You knew him too well, if he tried to lie you’d point it out and it’d be even more embarrassing than if he were simply upright with his love life. 

“Nope.” He replied, looking down at you. “There’s been some girls, but none that I like.”

The response intrigued you, making you sit up straighter as you turned to face him. Your intrigue stressed him out, not wanting to particularly get into what he found attractive or wanted in a woman - something he knew in the depths of his soul that you’d ask. You were a nosy person, something both he and Ponyboy had taken note of only weeks after meeting you. 

“What do you like?” You asked, taking a sip of your coke, completely oblivious to the mental plight you’d just sent Johnny into. 

He cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders as he looked down at the grass beneath him, using his right hand to pick at the strands. “I don’t know.” He murmured. “Girls, I guess.” 

His response caused you to snort, nearly choking on your coke as you folded your legs underneath yourself, the cold earth pressed against your exposed legs. “That’s not an answer, Johnny.” You stated, wiping at your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater. “Not a real answer, anyway.”

He sighed, nodding as he laughed as well. “I guess so.” He took another sip of his coke, letting it linger in his mouth as he looked beside him for a flat spot on the ground to set the bottle down on. “Most girls don’t look at us, you know that. I mean, all they see are greasers.”

You could hear the twinge of hurt in his voice, causing your heart to ache in your chest as you frowned, taking a moment to nudge his leg with your shoe. “That’s not true.” You muttered. “I don’t see you that way.”

“You’re one of us.” He replied, giving you a kind smile as he sat his drink down. “Guess I’d want a girl who understood, was kind, like you.” 

His words caught you off guard, making you flush subtly as the crackling light from the fire danced around you both, casting a warm orange hue against your skin. You could only hope your blush wasn’t apparent as Johnny looked back at you. 

“Like me?” You asked, to which he nodded. “Like you.” 

Words seemed to fail you then, mind muddled by the fact that Johnny seemed to be looking for a woman like you. You’d always thought you’d annoyed him and Ponyboy, but made them laugh enough that they kept you around, not that he liked you. The thought caused your blush to deepen, heat spreading down to the top of your chest as you kept his gaze. 

“Do you like me, Johnny?” You asked after a breath, words ending in a fair bit of giddy laughter, the noise causing him to laugh as well as he nodded. 

“Yeah, of course I do.” 

You were both nearly twenty, but the way he spoke and looked at you made you feel just as you had back in grade school, how you’d nearly tripped over your own two feet meeting him for the first time. Those butterflies had never faded, if anything they’d seemed to have multiplied in your stomach. 

He leaned forward then, hand moving to rest against your jaw as he placed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, and gentle, just like him. You could taste the coke on his tongue, his hand moving to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. You’d never known him to entertain women, but the way he kissed you had you reeling, he had plenty of experience and it showed. 

His other hand moved to your waist, hand slipping up underneath your shirt, his touch warm against your cold skin. You’d all but forgotten you both were still attending a bonfire until Dallas whistled from across the lawn, a loud laugh following the noise. 

“Lovebirds, care to move that somewhere private? Don’t want to see you two fuckin’, no offense.”

You groaned at Dallas’s crude choice of words, used to it enough for it not to bother you. Johnny seemed to flush at the words, cursing a response to Dallas who simply lifted his hands in surrender, still laughing as he moved back to the others. You looked to Johnny then, taking a moment to catch your breath. 

“Want to head back to mine?” You asked, giving him a short smile. “Only like a five-minute walk from here.”

He nodded, moving to his feet before extending a hand down to help you up as well. All of the guys had been to your place at one point or another, almost always due to their state of inebriation or simply because they didn’t want to head home after work. It was a modest apartment, with one bedroom and one bathroom, but the guys always slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. 

The walk back to your apartment complex was nice, both of you reflecting on chaotic conversations that had taken place moments prior. The air felt different between you two, more charged, light in a way you couldn’t necessarily explain. His hand found yours as you walked through the lobby doors, fingers intertwined. You could barely focus enough to call the elevator to the main floor, the warmth and roughness of his palm against yours left you reeling, wondering if you’d remember how to breathe if he kept his hand in yours. 

As soon as you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for your floor, you felt his hand tighten around yours. The elevator doors had hardly been closed for a moment before he had you pressed against the elevator wall, hand cupping your jaw as the other threaded through your hair, lips pressed to yours in a kiss you could only describe as carnal. 

You could only thank God for '60s elevators and their inability to move faster than a snail's pace. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, tongue seeking his as the kiss deepened. His right hand moved from your jaw, smoothing down your side until it rested against your hip, his thumb brushing up and underneath the fabric of your shirt. 

You two parted when the elevator doors opened, both thoroughly breathless, pupils blown. You swallowed, a laugh following as you fumbled for your keys in your back pocket. Johnny only nodded, clearing his throat as you both left the elevator, taking a left down your hall. You could feel his eyes watching your every move as you approached your door, his hands soon finding your hips as you unlocked your door. 

His lips found yours soon after, his free hand pushing your front door closed as the other pushed you back against the wall by his grasp on your waist. Your bedroom was only a few feet away, but the way his lips felt against your neck had you fumbling with the button of your jeans. His hands smoothed up and underneath your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, a smile against his lips as he felt your heartbeat beneath his fingertips. 

Neither of you needed to exchange words, your labored breaths and the way his eyes flickered between yours and your lips were more than enough. He lifted your shirt up and over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor as he leaned down, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck and down onto your chest. 

Your head fell back against the wall, lips parting in soft sighs as he raised his hands to cup your breasts, gently kneading the flesh as he placed open-mouthed kisses along them. His hands moved behind you, unclasping your bra, as soon as the fabric fell to the floor his lips moved to your breasts. It was needy, hungry, something you’d never experienced before, and something you’d be left thinking about after the night was up. 

As he kissed along your breasts his hands worked on unbuttoning your jeans, nearly destroying the zipper in the process as he pulled them down and off your legs. You couldn’t help the soft laugh at his eagerness, the noise causing him to laugh as well as he returned his lips to yours. Before he’d begun the process of removing his jeans he looked up at you, lifting a hand to tilt your jaw back to ensure you were meeting his gaze. 

“Do you want this?” He asked, eyes searching yours for an answer. You smiled, nodding as you placed your hand over his. “I do, I want this.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, quickly resuming your kiss as his hands worked on removing his jeans and boxers, hastily pulling down your underwear after. He’d had half a mind to pull you to your bedroom, he knew where it was after spending the night in your apartment a few times, but the way you whined against his lips made him hoist you up, hands on the underside of your thighs as you wrapped your legs tight around his hips. 

The wall felt cool against your skin, but all you could bring yourself to focus on was the feeling of his cock sliding against your folds, the slick sound of your arousal coating his skin making you blush. He pushed himself against you, securing you against the wall as he moved his hand from the underside of your thigh, guiding his cock into your waiting cunt. The accompanying stretch made you sigh, eyes fluttering as he began slowly rocking his hips, wanting to give you a few moments to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“This alright?” He asked, voice strained as his hands clutched your thigh and hip. You could only nod in response, hands flush against his back as he thrusted up into you. He felt like heaven, his body so close to yours that each roll of his hips caused your clit to brush against his lower stomach, providing much-needed friction along with the feeling of his cock rutting inside of you. 

You could hear his breath catch in his throat whenever you’d clench around him, fingertips grasping your flesh with enough ferocity that you were sure you’d have bruises along your skin the day after. He trailed his lips along your throat, sucking love bites into the soft skin as he fucked himself into you, smiling against your throat whenever he’d draw a moan from you. 

“You sound so pretty.” He whispered, words followed by a soft grunt as his pace picked up a notch, your movements against the wall causing a series of barely audible thuds to echo throughout your living room. “You feel so good.”

His words came out hushed, always interrupted by a whine or a moan that he tried to hide in the crook of your neck. Every noise you heard from him went straight to your cunt, causing you to squeeze around him as you felt your orgasm budding in your lower stomach. Your thighs tightened around his hips, heels subtly digging into his skin as you rolled your hips to meet his movements. 

“Oh, fuck-“ He whispered, eyebrows furrowing together as your hips moved with his, allowing him to fuck himself deeper into you. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your throat, each kiss intercepted by a whine or whimper of your name. Your fingers dug into the muscles lining his back, head rolling back to rest against the wall. 

“I’m gonna cum-“ You murmured, words near slurred as your cunt spasmed around his cock. A strangled moan fell from his lips at the feeling of you coming undone around him, his pace faltering for mere seconds as he tried his best to keep himself upright, legs practically shaking from the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around him. 

He fucked you through your orgasm, whispering words of praise as he chased his own. You threaded your fingers through his hair, subtly grasping onto the strands as he rutted into you. He seemed to like the feeling, face contorting into one of pure pleasure as he came inside of you. His hips stuttered with each wave of his orgasm, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as he grunted through the feeling. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, filling you full of his cum. 

You kissed his cheek and jaw, catching your breath all the while. You couldn’t help but smile against his damp skin, loving the way he still held you in his arms even through his orgasm. A soft laugh bubbled past your lips as you tilted your head back to look up at him. 

“Pretty sure my neighbors hate me now.” You joked, laughter becoming more boisterous at the blush that painted itself across Johnny’s cheeks. 

“Sorry.” He replied, a coy smile on his lips as he kissed you, slowly helping you back to your own two feet as he moved to grab your clothes, turning to you with a smile that made your heart flutter within your chest. “It was worth it though.”

“Beyond worth it.” You replied. 

A/N: Hello, all! This is my first writing for Johnny, I hope I did him justice. I had to reread a few sections of my book to make sure I wasn’t going too astray from his character. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this! All of my writing can be found over on my ao3 as well under the user “Unscriptural.” Thank you guys for reading, even if you just skim I appreciate the interactions nonetheless!