Why Tf Are People In The Outsiders Fandom Shipping Sylvia And Dallas And Making Hc? 💀 Like.. She Cheated

begs for slow burn/fluff w Johnny Cade ppl don’t write enough for my boy 😓

(love ur writing btw)

୭ °۪ ׂ heavy

—johnny cade x reader

warnings: language

the crowded school hallway smelt of expensive perfumes and hair grease, the hair thick and humid as students danced around one another to get to their classes. you stood up against the lockers, chatting with your friend Angela as the world faded around you both.

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you spun around to see your best friend Johnny standing in front of you, a grin on his face.

"hey"

"hey johnnycake!" you exclaimed excitedly, giving him a hug. "you still wanna hang out after school?"

"sure thing" he says, the school bell going off and filling the halls, sending lingering students on their way to class, including you and Angela.

you look at Angela to see her stifling a laugh, biting her lip. "what?"

"he loves you so much, my god" she cackles, wrapping her arm around yours.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh in response as the both of you enter the classroom. the both of you walked to your desks that sat side by side, sitting down and placing your books onto the wooden surface. "Johnny and I have been friends since grade school. If he was in love with me, he would've made a move by now. besides, I don't like him like that"

"yeah right. this is Johnny we're talking about. he's the last person to tell you how he feels."

"that's not true, he tells me everything." and it was true, he did tell you everything. the both of you had been friends since you were 9 and he were 10. you had found him sitting alone on the curb of a street corner by your house when you were walking home from the store one day.

you had offered to bring him back to yours as it was cold and dreary, and despite him refusing, he ended up in your living room only 15 minutes later.

since then, the two of you had always been each others number 1. every time he needed to vent about his parents, you would be there— and every time an ignorant Soc made you cry, you would run to him for comfort.

as you waited for Johnny at the front of the school after class, you couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said, an endless thought loop playing in your head. you thought about all of the times that Johnny would gaze at you when you weren't looking, all the times he would hold you longingly as you cried into his chest. the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

"you ready to go?" you heard Johnny say from behind you.

"yeah" you smiled as you two began walking toward your house. the both of you talked one another's ear off, talking about anything and everything as you two always did. as you arrived at your home, you noticed your mothers car was gone meaning that the house was empty. you preferred it that way as your mother always teased and embarrassed you in front of Johnny, believing that you two were having some secret love affair.

you walked through the front door, setting your books down on the table nearby, your arms instantly feeling relief from no longer being weighed down by unnecessarily heavy textbooks.

"you want anything? water, juice, a snack?" you asked, walking over to your kitchen and opening your fridge, scanning for anything new that may have been added to the shelves while you were at school.

"i'm alright" Johnny shrugged, not wanting to bother you or "steal" your food, despite the fact that you were offering it and he wasn't taking anything without permission. he often felt like a burden, but you always tried your best to remind him that he wasn't.

you grabbed a coke, walking over to Johnny who was now sitting on the couch. you snapped open the can, the tab letting out a satisfying pop sound. you took a gulp, a little getting on the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy flipping through TV channels, yet Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off of that small drop running down your skin— not because it bothered him, but because it was right by your soft pair of lips, ones that he had been longing to kiss.

"anything you wanna watch?" you asked him, continuing to flip through the channels.

"you." he mumbled, gazing at you lovingly. despite his voice being low and quiet, you knew what he had said. you turned to him, his gaze not turning away from you as it usually did when you caught him staring.

you both stared into one another's eyes before looking at each others lips.

"I really like you." he said to you without thinking as he was too busy staring at you.

Angela was right, you thought to yourself, and I was wrong. you were wrong about not liking Johnny, of course you liked him. after all of these years, how could you not? he was perfect in every way. you couldn't find a single flaw in the boy, not even the scar on his cheek or the slight gap in between his two front teeth. he was beautiful in every way. he was kind and sincere, he never judged you, and by god was he handsome.

it all made sense— every time a girl would attempt to flirt with him, you would tell yourself that the anger you felt was simply you feeling protective over him, not wanting him to get hurt by a girl who was looking for a good time, and every time you thought about him as you lay in bed at night, your mind would always wander to his plush lips and dark brown eyes. you realised that you didn't just like him, you loved him.

"I really like you too." you replied after a long pause. he cupped your jaw with both hands before slowly pulling you in, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you felt your heart burst, your body finally feeling relieved. it was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you were floating.

after all of these years, you finally understood why your heart would race whenever you saw him, and why you couldn't help but look at him in adoration as he laughed infectiously. you had wanted him, and you finally had him.

⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆୨୧ playground love

— bob hughes x art-therapist!reader (pt.1)

song 𝄞 playground love by air + gordon tracks

warnings: language

"this is so fuckin' stupid" Bob muttered to himself repeatedly as he walked down the soft white halls of the rehab clinic, slapping a piece of folded paper in his hand over and over.

inside the piece of paper contained a manuscript of his information as well as his sponsor and their personal request to send him to the recovery session that he was headed to now. what was the recovery session? art therapy.

when he first heard the words, he had no idea what it mean. he had heard of therapy before but always thought that it was a load of bullshit, though he only ever though of it that way when he was strung up as he believed that drugs were the solution to every mental health problem he's ever had— it's why he turned to them in the first place.

but the idea of doing art as a form of therapy sounded even faker. art can't solve your problems, only distract you from them he thought to himself.

but, he had made that promise to god that he would get clean if he was able to get that poor girls body into the ground without getting caught. and he had stuck to that promise.. so far.

he looked into the clear window of the door that led to the art room. he looked around and saw people sitting in front of easels and canvases, paint sitting beside them on little tables as they cleaned their brushes in water and sketched their ideas with charcoal pencils.

from the looks of it, there were only patients in the room and no teacher. with furrowed brows, he knocked on the door.

everyone looked up at him, a person in the front row looking to their side as if someone was talking to them before nodding their head and walking over to unlock the door.

"hey is there a Mrs.-" bob began, but was cut off when he saw a beautiful girl standing in the middle of the room. you looked up at him with a welcoming smile, one that made him feel warm. he looked at you up and down, studying your flowy boho skirt that stopped just above the floor, your cropped white front tie top stained and covered in paint.

you had turned around at the sound of his deep, soothing voice, and immediately, your heart stopped. he was the most attractive man that you had ever seen, one that looked as if he had stepped straight off the red carpet and into the building. his brown hair fell in swoops, two loose strands framing his forehead. his brown eyes were dark, but had an underlying sweetness to them. he was wearing a white shirt with a beige checkered flannel that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his watch that looked expensive and was most likely stolen, if not bought through dirty money.

you had read his file, as you did with all of your new patients. he had been married— and technically still was— but was going through a divorce. no children or relatives on the contact sheet, and had an apartment a few blocks away from the rehab center. he had been hung on all sorts of drugs but mainly heroin, one of the worst kinds. your heart ached for him, though, it did after every file you read that belonged to a patient. you couldn't help it, you were too empathetic— it's why you got into the job in the first place. you wanted to help people, and help people you did.

"hello! you must be Bob?" you asked, wiping your messy hands on a rag as you walked over to him. "I would shake your hand but uh.." you showed your hands before giggling. your laugh sounded like honey, and the sunlight that poured through the windows and illuminated your skin made you look like it too.

"yeah.. that's me" he smiled half-heartedly. you looked at him up and down, taking him in as he had done with you.

"follow me and we will get you set up, yeah?" you gestured for him to follow you to the back of the room. as he walked behind you, he watched your hips and skirt sway in synchronicity. your skirt hanging low on your hips revealed your lower back tattoo that were of a bundle flowers, which made his brain go to unholy places.

you grabbed a cup of brushes and a palette already decorated with dollops of paint. you walk over to an empty canvas where you set down the materials and pulled up a stool for him.

"so, what do I do?" Bob asked, his hands in his pockets. you looked at him with a smile, seeing that he was clearly embarrassed to be here and didn't buy a bit of the "art therapy" shit. "do I just paint?"

"mhm! paint whatever makes you feel calm.. happy!"

your happiness and cheerful personality made him feel at peace, as if everything was good in the world— it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. he had never seen someone so happy to be in a place like this, and he had never seen a woman more beautiful.

Bob sat down on the stool, hesitantly grabbing a pencil on the shelf of the easel before sketching out what looked to be a spoon.

you could already tell what he was doing, so you stopped him by grabbing his hand softly. your hands were as soft as silk, and feeling your hand in his made his heart pound. "Bob.." you smiled, giving him a look. he didn't say anything, he merely stared at you. you began to blush as you two stared into one another's eyes, getting lost in them before you cleared your throat and let go of him. "listen hun, I know that stuff may make you feel good.. but what actually makes you truly happy."

he nodded his head with a smirk, erasing the pencil marks that he had previously made before beginning to draw something else. you couldn't make it out at first, but he began to draw a dog, one that was small and fluffy. you watched over his shoulder with a smile as he began to shade certain areas in an attempts to tidy it up, putting effort into the picture.

"who's that?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

"a dog that I had.." his thick New York accent making your knees weak, "his name was Panda. but uh.. he's gone"

"oh.. i'm sorry" you whispered, to which he replied with a quiet 'it's fine' before putting the pencil down.

though Bob was an ex-addict and mainly hustled his way through life, he was somehow a good artist. his drawing wasn't half bad for a beginner and there was potential.

suddenly, you heard your name being called by another patient. you quickly rushed over, leaving Bob to his thoughts and brushes. "I know what you're thinkin' man. you ain't the first one in here to wanna date her. believe me, we've tried. but she ain't allowed to date patients, let alone junkies" a patient next to Bob whispers with a mischievous smirk.

"just shut up and keep eatin' your paint, yeah?" he groans as he dips his brush into the black paint before laying a few strokes onto the canvas.

honestly, it hurt for him to hear that you didn't date patients. not because it was surprising, but because it was disappointing.

after Diane left, he had been feeling more alone than ever. he had decided to forget about her after she came to him and told him that she was Rick's lady, that she had moved on. Now, it was time for Bob to do the same. and he wanted to move on with you.

after you began to circle the room again, complimenting everybody's work and giving a few tips, you came back around to Bob.

"excuse me miss?" he asked. "could you help me? I can't really get the face right, y'know?"

"of course!" you smiled, carefully taking the brush from his hand. you leaned over a bit, carefully mapping out the dogs face and the shading. as you painted, you noticed that Bob was watching you, though he wasn't watching you paint. he couldn't help but admire your features as well as your talent. it all came so easily to you, and painting something that would take anyone else hours took you mere minutes.

"there! now when you-" and as you rambled, he listened intently and watched as your face lit up with passion. and as he watched your soft, pink lips move, he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

after an hour of continuously calling you over for "help" and a few more brush strokes, the art therapy session was over. as everyone got up and began to leave, you thanked them all for coming and bid them a farewell.

you turned around and were surprised to see Bob still in the room, standing before you with his jacket hung over his arm.

"oh! Bob! is there something I can help you with?" you asked, walking closer to him.

"nah, I was just wondering.." he began, though, he stopped himself. he remembered what that guy had told him earlier, that you don't date patients. and even though he knew that the answer to his question would probably be no, he had to ask anyway. "would you uh.. wanna go out sometime?"

his question caught you off guard as he was technically still married and you hadn't expected his constant staring to be out of romantic interest, you just figured that he was curious.

"uh... listen Bob-"

"I know you don't date patients. but I was wonderin' if maybe you could.. make some sort of exception."

to be honest, you so desperately wanted to say yes. it wasn't often that you came across a man as attractive and sweet as him, and it just so happened that he had fallen right into your lap, making it a perfect opportunity. however, you knew that saying yes and dating a patient would probably get you fired, so you found a loophole.

"come with me" you told him before walking out of the room and down the hall, Bob following you with a confused look on his face. you walked out the back door into an empty alley way. "ask again" you said with a wide smile.

Bob looked as if you had asked him to solve a 10 step math problem, but nonetheless, he obeyed. "will you go out with me sometime?"

"yeah" you smiled, stepping closer, you bodies barely touching one another. he opened his mouth to ask a question that you already knew the answer to. "this alley way doesn't belong to the program. so technically, you aren't one of the patients at the moment. they tell us to keep our patient relationships inside.. but they never said anything about creating new relationships outside. so think of this as us meeting" you explained before extending your hand, "i'm y/n, you?"

he smiled back at you before taking your hand and shaking it. "I'm Bob," he said "Bob Hughes."

@avroravia @seilahdiaries @r0seb100d @johnnycadesslut

it makes me so sad to see blogs that haven't posted in like months like pookie cum back 💔

TW: Sexual Assault

so I watched Matt Dillon's new movie "Being Maria" where he plays Marlon Brando and I didn't realise how graphic it would be. The film is about Maria Schneider and her career and when she worked with Marlon Brando on "Last Tango in Paris". During a scene together, Marlon assaulted Maria by doing something sexual to her without her consent (I won't explain it on here because it's a bit graphic) but this scene was played out in the movie. Matt plays Marlon very well but I didn't expect them to show the assault scene as graphically as they did (it was graphic for me at least). The film itself is fine, but warning certain scenes can be triggering. I wanted to post this so people know what they're getting into and to give an honest review.

very aware abt all this. just think the ships are weird and i dislike them 🤷🏻‍♀️

i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.

#gangshippinghater

guys i'm cooking 😈

(btw lmk if you wanna be in my tag list cause i might make one)

bob hughes x art-therapist!reader

@seilahdiaries @avroravia @johnnycadesslut @r0seb100d

· ˚ ༘ ♡ i'll crawl home to her

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 work song by hozier

warnings: blood, talks of fighting , suggestive if you squint

the sound of crickets chirped outside of your window as you slept softly, dreaming of nothing except an occasional flash of a soft memory that you once lived.

as your body fell in to a deeper and deeper sleep, it took you a while to hear the tapping outside of your window. the crickets could no longer be heard as the sound of tapping got louder and more aggressive, followed by a few whispers of what sounded like somebody saying your name.

you rubbed your eyes, still in a stupor as you climbed out of bed, dragging your feet toward the source of the disruptive noise.

you open your lace curtains to see your boyfriend Johnny sitting on the roof of your garage next to your window, waiting patiently for you to let him in. "hey baby" he smirked at you, climbing into your room after you opened the window a bit more so that he could fit. "you okay? is it your parents" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

it had occurred to him that he had awoken you from your beauty sleep, it had also occurred to him that you had forgotten about him.

after every rumble, instead of going to the Curtis home to get patched up, he would come to you. it became a ritual for the both of you, a moment of shared intimacy as you mended his wounds and kissed them better before snuggling to sleep or talking all night.

he walked over to your bedside table to click on the lamp, basking the room in a soft warm glow, allowing you to see him better. you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth as you realised why he was here.

it's not that you had forgotten your ritual as you knew there was a rumble that he would be attending that night. you had planned to stay up and wait for him, a first aid kit by your bedside as you sat in the dark and allowed time to pass. unfortunately, too much time had passed, causing you to fall asleep. now, as your battered and bruised boyfriend stood before you, an immense wave of guilt washed over you.

"i'm so sorry honey! I fell asleep because I waited-" but before you could finish your ramblings, Johnny cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hand on your waist. he grimaced into the kiss as the cut on his lip was too deep to ignore, but just your lips on his already started to make it feel better.

"it's okay baby, I know you didn't forget. even if you had, it wouldn't matter to me. just as long as i'm here with you." he smiled, cupping your face with your hands.

you placed a kiss on his forehead before leading him to your bed. he sat down on the mattress, unlacing his shoes before placing them at the end of your bedpost. he shrugged his jacket off and threw it on top of his shoes. "you wanna change?" you asked as you got the first aid kit ready, gesturing to the bottom drawer of your dresser where you kept some extra clothes for him.

he nodded, standing up and pulling the drawer open, pulling out a pair of pyjama shorts. he slipped off his clothes, keeping only his boxers on.

after getting changed and adding his clothes to the pile, he sat back down on your bed, waiting for you to finish prepping. "you know..." he began, rubbing his neck, "you don't gotta do all that. i'm fine with just a bandaid or something"

you gave him a look before softly laughing before returning back to your station, dipping your "tools" into alcohol to sterilise them as by the looks of it, Johnny would be needing stitches.

some rumbles were worse than others as some would require a simply cleaning of the knuckles and a bandaid on the cheek, or there were others that were like the ones tonight. those rumbles were brutal, the kind of ones that were messier and rougher. and it seemed to you that Johnny may have gotten the worst of it.

after you finished prepping, you turned back to him to make an examination. you studied his body, seeing that there were a few bruises on his torso that were already started to grow darker. his knuckles were raw, so raw that it made you cringe.

on his face, the damage was worse. his eye was swollen, surrounded by a ring of dark purple, almost black. his cheek was cut open on the other side of his face, though not worse than the cut he got that was now replaced by the scar on the opposite side. his lip was busted open, blood somewhat smudged from your previous display of affection. "okay.." you whispered as you grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it in some alcohol. "you already know this, but it's gonna hurt."

"yeah I know" he said, stroking a hand over your hair as you got on your knees in front of him. you caught him smirking, making you raise an eyebrow.

"what?"

"this kinda reminds me of something" he chuckled, making you slap his chest, causing him to let out a loud hiss in pain.

"sorry baby" you gasped, though he was still smiling. you kissed the spot before returning your attention back to his hands. he made a fist with his hands, allowing you to see all of the cuts and deeper areas. you studied them for a moment before you began to dab the cotton onto his wounds. he groaned in pain, clenching his teeth as well as his knuckles. "I know baby, I know"

after a few hisses and a few more groans, you had finished with his knuckles and moved on to the next thing which was his chest.

"okay baby, you might need to stand for this okay? you think you can?"

"yeah, I ain't disabled." he laughed, making you chuckle. "I think one of my ribs is bruised, maybe I even broke one."

"nah, if you broke one you'd be in a lot more pain." you said as you looked closely at the dark spots. "i'm gonna touch your chest okay?" you informed him and he nodded in response.

after this many sessions of playing doctor, you had learned a lot. you also got to know his body better. certain areas made Johnny flinch or shiver, others made him lean into your touch more. the chest was a grey area as it depended on the damage that had been done. tonight, it was on the more intense side.

as you began to press on his torso where his ribs hid, he cringed at the sensation, but didn't yelp. "okay, I think they're only bruised"

"that's good, yeah?" he asked somewhat nervously.

"well, if you consider having bruised ribs good then, yes."

after wrapping a bandage around his torso, you moved onto his face. "so.." you began as you started to clean his cut. "who won?"

"us" he smirked proudly, "man, it was close though. you know, at one point some Soc tackled me and I thought that I was a goner, but then-" as he recounted moments of glory and others of defeat, you couldn't help but admire your beautiful boyfriend.

you smiled whenever his face lit up in excitement or even when he scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. but the best part of it all was that he was okay, and that he was here with you.

after a few more stories exchanged and more cotton pads used, he was fully mended.

you stood up in front of him, tossing the trash into the bin that was next to your bedside table. Johnny pulled you back into his, his chin on your tummy as he looked at you in adoration. you smiled back down at him, stroking your fingers through his dark hair.

he looked at you mischievously before he slowly lifted up your shirt, laying open mouth kisses all over your stomach.

you giggled at the tickling sensation before straddling his lap. you tucked a stray strand behind his ear as your both stared deeply into one another's eyes. "thank you."

"for what?" you asked confused as the both of you got settled under the covers, your head on his chest.

"for everything."

@avroravia @seilahdiaries @r0seb100d @johnnycadesslut

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· . ༄࿔ johnny cade x dreamy!reader