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sstardustt3 · 4 months

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Johnny cade headcannonsss

Authors notes- um so my writers block is gone (yipeee) and I decided that from now on this is just going to be a general writing account instead of something focused exclusively on one fandom (I'm still gonna do creepypasta stuff dw) but I didn't realize how much writing for one singular thing burns the fuck out of you so I'm doing this because it's much more easier and I'm gonna upload more because I'm on summer break. Anyways I'm on an outsiders kick rn so this is the result of it

tags/ warnings- mentions of abuse, johnny being a gossip whore, angst, fluff, johnny thinking negatively about himself, brief mention of romance, someone please give him a hug-

-Johnny is really fucking strong despite looking kinda scrawny but he believes no one when they tell him this (he thinks they're just trying to make him more confidant)

-If he did have a s/o then nine times out of then they've asked him to carry them everywhere

-he hates physical contact he can't stand it especially if he's not ready for it like if you hug him from behind. mostly because everytime someone touches him it's to hurt him but also another is because he just hates being surprised

-his body is so unbelievably cold all the time that even if there was a heat wave in the area at like 120*f he would still feel like he's on the brink of dying from hypothermia

-something he picked up from Dally is being rude to people for like no reason he doesn't even do it intentionally he just kinda says the most outlandish rude shit about people and does not even realize it

-adding onto things he's picked up from hanging with dally is how to talk to girls, contrary to popular belief he's actually not (completely) clueless with girls and he can sweet talk if he really wants to (he starts off stumbling like an idiot though)

-he's failling a good percentage of his classes for half the year because he figured that he wasn't gonna go far in life even if he didn't end up dead by 18 and his parents don't care about him enough to check his report cards

-at the end of the year the week before you can't do any more retakes and turn in late work he'll just do everything in one go because he doesn't really wanna be held back (he ends up passing with b's and c's)

-he's actually really good at making shit he has a drawer full of small little trinkets he's made in his spare time

-he learned how to make things to pass the time because before the gang he really didn't have friends and he didn't have a good excuse to go out anyway so he just locked himself in his room and began making things out of paper and rearranging action figures he stole from the junkyard or from second-hand stores

-more than half of his creations look like the shit Sid from toy story made

-he's so oblivous when people like him it's ridiculous and when he does realize they like him he just kinda is like "oh...oh...OH?!!!"

-even when he does like them back his first instance is to distance himself from them he thinks it's something that'll like pass

-he's dyslexic which is why he always makes Ponyboy do his English homework and read his homework to him in general

-adding onto the headcanon about him being cold all the time, for that very reason you'll never catch him out of him dead out of his jacket (well I guess that's not true bc he died without it but wtv)

-another reason is that he has a lot of scarring and bruises from his parents that he hates seeing

-dally was the first person to meet Johnny and he was kinda like "damn look at that little possum...it's coming home with me" and when he asked Johnny his name he had mumbled it so when he said it it sounded like Johnny cakes so for like half a year dally called him that before randomly correcting him

"yeah, so johnny cakes here-"

"Johnny Cade."

"huh? What you say, little man?"

"My name's Johnny Cade, not Johnny Cakes."

"..."

"are you serious-"

-Johnny's a gossip whore whether he admits it or not. the perks of being quiet and going unnoticed is that people will say there business loud and proud in front of you because they have forgotten you were even there.

-he will without a doubt tell Ponyboy after.

-and since Ponyboy has little to no understanding of the meaning of keeping things to himself he will in fact tell the rest of the gang

*requests for hcs/ or fics are always welcome*

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quizzicalwriter · 11 months

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Riverside

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Abandoned party turned impromptu river plunge, what’s not to love?

Warnings: None, ‘cept for some kissing and slight touching. And possibly some teensy bits of angst, just a bit.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Part two here! (Fair warning there is smut in part two.)

Parties in abandoned warehouses were normal; well as normal as normal could be for a pack of delinquents and whatever friends they could scrounge up to steal some beer and cigarettes from local sellers. There’d be roughly a four-hour window where everyone could enjoy themselves, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and marijuana before the police showed due to some nosy neighbor filing a noise complaint.

You, of course, had been to every party your pack of friends had attended since your initiation into the gang; which had been you following Ponyboy and Johnny around long enough to be considered close friends. Of course, some of the Greasers flirted with you, it was all in good fun, it wasn’t anywhere near as severe as they’d be with passing women or the occasional Soc they’d run into along the streets of Tulsa, but enough for you to shove them away with a grimace whenever they didn’t lay off quick enough.

The only one who didn’t seem to flirt, at least not in the traditional sense, was Dallas. It struck you as odd, given the fact that Dallas was fairly known for his inability to keep his tongue still whenever a woman was about. Maybe it was your friendship with Ponyboy and Johnny? Maybe it was the way Darry and Sodapop both looked over you as if you were their younger sister? Whatever it was, Dallas only spared you the occasional side glance and snicker, his eyes filled with a deep mystique that left you pondering his every move as you lay awake at night.

On one particular night, you found yourself waiting by the front gates encircling an abandoned warehouse, some old shoe factory that Sodapop and Steve had come across on their ventures after work. The two had seemed oddly excited about it and its remote location, it wasn’t often they were right about potential party locations, but this time they were. It seemed as though Sodapop and Steve had gone overboard, inviting damn near every living person in Tulsa.

Everyone bordered on the precipice of overt inebriation or were already slumped against the cold cement of the factory floor. The party was busy enough to leave you feeling claustrophobic, wanting desperately to see those all too familiar dark brown eyes.

“Where is he?” You cursed out to yourself, arms wrapped tightly around your middle as you leaned against the rusted front gates of the factory. Despite the full moon overhead, the roads were still incredibly dark, leaving you squinting out into the night hopeful you’d see Dallas amidst the dark.

“You need glasses.” Came a gruff voice from your side, the suddenness of it causing a scream to erupt from your lips, soon followed by a genuine laugh from none other than Dallas himself. “Scared you?”

You frowned, swatting at his chest in a manner only you seemed to get away with as you huffed out a lungful of air. Sure, you were jumpy, but you didn’t want to be known as a jumpy girl. Not to Dallas, anyway. He’d tease you endlessly for it just as he had when you’d tripped over your own two feet all of three years ago.

“No, I-“ You started, quickly sighing and giving into the embarrassment as Dallas continued to laugh around his cigarette. “You did. I was looking for you, it’s not too often you’re late to a party. I mean, shit, there’s even weed in there.”

You looked him over, noticing the tired haze in his normally lively eyes, the bruise that lingered under the cusp of his jaw. He looked like shit, battered and tired shit. It made you wince as you took in his appearance, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek without realizing it, only to have it quickly swatted away by Dallas who ducked away from your hand as if you had the damn plague.

“What?” He murmured out, brows screwed together in frustration. “Ain’t seen a man busted up? You’ve hung out with us for years, this ain’t nothin’ new.”

He pushed past you then, flicking ash from the end of his cigarette as he made his way through the front gates, only casting a singular glance over his shoulder to ensure you were following. You were, you always would.

“Fuck me for caring.” You grumbled out, shaking your head with a sigh as you jogged a bit to catch up with him.

You could hear him stifle a laugh as you both entered the warehouse, a mess of lights strewn about the walls and older light fixtures. The place looked like a tetanus shot waiting to happen, but it beat the old falling apart school you all near desecrated the last time you partied there. You could still remember the loud sirens of police as you all hauled ass out the windows, shouts from both your friends and police alike.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daydream was Dallas, a small smile toying with his lips as he held out a cup to you. “Drink?” He said simply, nudging your chest with the cup.

“What is it?” You asked with a subtle grimace, lifting the cup to your nose to sniff at it, causing Dallas to laugh again.

“It’s alcohol, who gives a shit what it is?”

You had to agree, all you wanted to do was be buzzed. So you tilted the cup back, welcoming the acrid taste into your mouth like a long-lost friend. It burnt going down, the feeling spreading to your chest, leaving you coughing a fair bit as you met Dallas’s amused gaze.

“That tasted bad.” You laughed out, smiling up at him as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand. “Really, really bad.”

Dallas shrugged, throwing back his cup with not so much as a slight wince. You’d never understood how he could drink so easily, both he and Two-Bit had gotten into enough drinking contests to last the pair a lifetime, maybe that had something to do with it.

He grabbed your arm then, the touch much gentler than the one he displayed with Johnny or even Ponyboy, always grabbing the boys rough enough to make them cuss out at him or yank their arm away. But with you it was different, his hand trembling somewhat as though he were terrified of accidentally injuring you.

You two walked over to the front doors, the large metal propped up with some nearby cinderblocks Steve had found. The air felt nice, cold, and crisp, it filled your lungs, awakening you from the inside out. Your eyes cast to the side then, taking in Dallas as he looked up toward the stars, a somewhat childlike wonder lingering behind his eyes. It was a look you’d never seen before, always used to the grimace and scowl he wore more often than a smile.

Instead of saying anything you looked to the stars as well, lips parted as you rested your head against the cool metal of the doorway. Chaos and laughter radiated from behind you, nearly deafening, but for some reason your ears only focused on the deep breaths coming from Dallas.

“Sorry I tugged ‘ya over here, kid.” He stated, looking over to you for a moment before looking back to the sky. “I- well, I know you like the stars. Johnny mentioned it to me not too long ago, said you two watched them together.”

You nodded in return, smiling softly at the fact that he’d remembered your love for the stars. It hadn’t been anything romantic, Johnny and you, you’d simply bumped into him. Both of you’d had enough of your parents and decided to go to the nearby park, lying against the picnic tables and watching the night sky.

“Were you watching them on the way here?” You asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I mean, you noticed them enough to know it was a clear night and I’d like to see them.”

He nodded, looking over at you for a second before reaching behind himself to grab a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. “I noticed. ‘Bout a thirty-minute walk here from Buck’s. Had to entertain myself somehow.”

You waved away the cigarette smoke as he ignited the end with his lighter, never having been one for smoking in the first place. Dallas noticed this, mumbling out an apology as he moved to the other side of you where the wind wasn’t blowing the smoke.

“You don’t seem much in the mood for partying tonight.” You stated, turning to rest your back against the metal doorway. “Do you want to go on a walk?”

He smiled at that, a short yet noticeable smile as he took in another lungful of smoke, exhaling it to the side as he slowly made his way back toward the front gates. You followed, just like you always did.

“Got anywhere in mind?” He asked around his cigarette, brown eyes flickering over to you before focusing on the broken-apart road beneath his feet.

“The river?” You chimed, tone bright as you smiled. “It’s real pretty this time of year, no beer bottles from summer parties. Cold, but pretty.”

He nodded at that, slowing his pace to match yours. It was a small act, but you appreciated it nonetheless given the fact that you were shorter than the rest of the Greasers.

The walk there was quiet, the only noise filling the air being the crunch of broken-apart asphalt underneath your shoes and the sharp inhale Dallas would take off of his cigarette. The bruise along his jaw still bothered you, causing you to steal a glance over at it every few seconds. It looked like it hurt, but you knew Dallas well enough to know that he’d hate for you to start babying him - even if he needed it.

As the sounds of the part grew quieter, the gentle hum of the nearby riverbank grew louder. It wasn’t often you found yourself here without Ponyboy or Johnny, you three practically lived there in the summer. But it felt nice being there with Dallas, his hand wordlessly extended out to you to help you step over bare roots as you two walked down to the shoreline.

There was a shared silence between you two as you gazed out at the river, the moon overhead casting a beautiful glow down below. After a moment you turned your head to the side, a slight frown evident on your face as you looked at Dallas.

“Got that on another run for Buck?”

The question made him jump, not having expected you to speak up so suddenly. He looked down at the pebbles lining the shore, moving a few around with the heel of his shoe as he flicked off ash from the end of his cigarette.

“Can’t say I didn’t deserve it.” He grumbled out, the words causing you to huff out in annoyance. It was too common for Dallas to say something so self-deprecating in a sarcastic manner.

“You don’t.” You remarked, tone snappier than you intended for it to be. “Sorry, I just- shit, Dallas. We care about you, we all do. I know we don’t talk about things like this, but that doesn’t mean we don’t notice. You know how often I have to calm Ponyboy or Johnny down when you come back covered in bruises and cuts?”

The thought of Ponyboy and or Johnny worrying over him made him visibly tense, hand fumbling with the denim of his jeans as he continued to smoke from his cigarette. “I can handle myself.” He responded, brown eyes flickering over to you, a silent warning hidden in their depths.

“Can you?” You replied, tone wavering as you turned to face him. “I worry about you, Dallas. You aren’t invincible, shit! I’d have thought you’d know that after what happened with that church fire.”

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, worried that Dallas would simply turn on his heel and make back for the party, probably get drunk and wobble his way back to Buck’s only to not speak to you again until his anger had subsided. But he didn’t, he stayed, his head turned toward you as smoke rolled from his lips.

“Never seen you so worried.” He laughed out, the noise gentle enough to be barely audible. “You do this often? The whole worrying bit?”

You moved toward him then, close enough to smell his rich cologne paired with the menthol cigarettes he was damn near addicted to. Your hands found their way to his chest, gaze turned toward the fabric of his jacket as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I know you joke ‘cause you don’t want to talk about serious stuff, but I care, Dal. I care a lot, I get worried sick that you’ll disappear one day, only for me to find your name in the paper in a damn obituary.” Your words become hushed as you took in a shaken breath, your eyes closing momentarily as you tried to think straight. “Buck has you doing these things ‘cause he knows you will, nobody else is as reckless - careless when it comes to their life like you are.”

The words were harsh, but he needed to hear them. If none of the others would tell him, you would, at least you could live with yourself if God forbid something did happen to him. You felt him take in a deep breath, not moving your hands from his chest as he looked down at you.

“Don’t want to talk about Buck right now, kid.” He murmured around his cigarette, his eyes focused on your face as he exhaled smoke to the side. “Came here to have some time with you, not to talk about my life. Not that I don’t like your voice, but- I don’t want that right now.”

You sighed then, nodding as you backed away. From his tone of voice, you could tell that he appreciated your vulnerability, something Greasers didn’t show to each other often. It was a rarity, a welcome one at that, even with Dallas who didn’t so much as talk to himself whenever he found himself alone.

“Want to swim to take your mind off of all this?” You asked, although as soon as the words left your mouth Dallas looked over to you as though you were possessed - an idiot possessed at that.

“The fuck? No, it’s March. Do you want to freeze to death?” He replied around his cigarette, shaking his head in discontent as he looked back to the river. As soon as his gaze moved back to the river you moved from where you stood, lifting your shirt up and over your head before letting it fall to the soft earth beneath you.

“What- hey! No!” Dallas clamored out, quickly moving to snub out his cigarette on a nearby rock in hopes of catching you in time before you did something stupid. Unfortunately for him, you’d always been the quicker of the gang, something he found himself pissed at as you threw your jeans at his chest, sprinting into the water as if you were on fire.

In truth, the water was frigid, far colder than you could’ve ever expected it to be. Each step you took into deeper water caused your breath to lock in your chest, your teeth chattering together in a manner so violent you were worried you’d chip a tooth. But you kept going, ignoring Dallas’s shouts from the shoreline as you waded deeper and deeper.

With an indignant grin, you turned to face him, extending your arms out to your side only to fall backward to let yourself sink fully underwater. Just as your head sunk beneath the murky depths you heard a cursed out shout from the shore, making you laugh internally as you pushed your feet down against the riverbed, moving to stand upright only moments later.

You arose with a gasp, the noise completely involuntary at the cold night air and the frigid water combined, your normally rosy lips a slight blue hue. You ignored the temperature, wading through the water back toward the shore as Dallas stress-threaded his fingers through his hair, brow furrowed in a manner you’d only seen directed at Ponyboy or Johnny - until now that is.

“You stupid?” He called out, grimace clear on his face as he moved into the water himself. “Stupid.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from your chest as you neared him, finally making it to waist-deep water. You’d failed to notice that your white underclothes had gone all but transparent, a fact not lost on Dallas in the slightest. His lips parted as his eyes drifted over your form as you moved toward him through the water, droplets cascading down your form.

“Had to show you I wouldn’t die.” You replied, tone sarcastic as you moved to stand in front of him. “I ain’t dead, see? We don’t have gators in Oklahoma, Dallas.”

Another laugh passed your lips as you met his gaze, or more so looked toward his eyes only to notice them glued to your body. You decided to act boldly then, grabbing one of his hands before placing it against your chest, just above your breasts. You were sure he could feel the steady thump of your heartbeat through your chest, his gaze finally lifting to meet your own.

“See? I’m not so cold.” You whispered, ignoring the faint shiver spreading through your veins.

“You’re freezing.” He retorted, doing nothing to remove his hand from your chest. “Your heart is racing.”

There was a pregnant pause between you two, your lips parted as you begged your mind to conjure anything for you to say - anything to not lengthen the silence, but you couldn’t. Dallas’s hand moved then, thumb brushing against your clavicle as his eyes wandered down your neck.

“Dallas-“ You whispered, only to be cut off by his hand moving to cup your jaw, his lips finding yours a second after. He was warm, incredibly warm. The taste of his lips combined with the comfort he brought made you sigh into the kiss, back arching as you leaned into his touch.

You’d kissed before, hell, every Greaser had. But this felt different, intimate on a scale you’d never experienced before. It left you breathless as his lips parted against your own, tongue seeking yours as his head tilted to the side. You eagerly accepted it, welcoming the taste of menthol cigarettes and bitter alcohol as if it were honeysuckles on a warm summer day.

While his right hand stayed against your jaw, his thumb pressing against the pulse point on your throat, his left hand smoothed down your side to grab at your hip. His warmth spread with his touch, goosebumps arising along your chilled flesh wherever his hands went. However wet you were getting Dallas’s shirt by pressing yourself into him didn’t seem to bother him, the two of you only parting when he finally decided to breathe instead of tasting you.

“Still stupid.” He mumbled, taking a moment to wet his lips as he looked down at you, seemingly savoring the taste of you on his lips. “If it weren’t so damn cold I’d have gone after you.”

You nodded at his words, laughing quietly as he smiled as well, thumb brushing away a few stray droplets of water from your face. “Never said I was smart.” You whispered sarcastically.

“You are.” He replied, not so much as waiting a beat to speak. “You’re right, y’know, about Buck. Can’t promise you I won’t be doing runs for him, guys gotta make a living somehow.”

As if sensing your impending words, he placed a finger over your lips. “But- I’ll be safer, alright? That satisfy you?” You nodded, smiling against his finger before he pulled his hand away, smiling down at you himself.

“Good, let’s get your damn clothes.”

You moved from the water after Dallas, following him toward the shore where your discarded clothing laid abandoned. As he dusted off your shirt and jeans you removed your bra and underwear, knowing if you wore both you’d soak through your clothes and look foolish. Dallas didn’t bother looking away, he was still Dallas after all. His eyes raked over your nude form with a smirk, although he didn’t reach out to touch you, instead giving you his shoulder to lean against as you dusted your feet off before pulling your jeans on.

“Surprised you didn’t grab at me.” You chuckled softly, pulling your shirt over your head before moving to wring your hair free of water as best as you could.

“Grab at you? Nah, I’ll save that for later.” He responded, his New York accent ever-present in his words. “Don’t like touchin’ until you’re begging for it, y’know?”

All you could do was laugh at his words, shooting him a glance as you shook your head, but you’d be lying if you said the words didn’t send a wave of arousal through your veins. It was bold, bold in a way only Dallas could pull off. As soon as you were dressed he freed the last few strands of hair still stuck under the collar of your shirt, placing a short kiss on the back of your neck as he did.

“C’mon, let’s head back to mine, got better things to dry you off with.” He murmured out against your skin, only pulling away to wrap his arm around your back, pulling you close to him as you both began making your trek to Buck’s.

Dallas could feel you shiver beneath his touch, but instead of ridiculing you for jumping into the river he simply removed his jacket, wrapping the warm leather around you as you two continued your walk.

After a while he’d give you his necklace, mumbling something along the lines of how it’d look better on you anyway. Who better to wear a pendant for Saint Christopher than a woman who willingly ran into freezing water? Beneath it all he wanted everyone to know you were his, but he’d save that talk for later too.

AN: My first ever writing shared on Tumblr! Hope you all like it, I’m all up for requests! I’m also heavy in TLOU 2 fandom sooo… if y’all want some Abby or Ellie writing let a girl know! I’m also working on uploading my work to my ao3 account: Unscriptural. Catch me there too if you want to! Anyway, I love Matt Dillon and all of his characters - peace!!

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