I Am Actually So Starved Of Johnny Content Like It's Not Funny Anymore Guys 😭 Like Why Does No One

the way he got arrested for speeding not long after this is so funny to me

˚ ˖ 𓍢ִ໋ party 4 u

— dallas winston x reader

song 𝄞 party 4 u by charlixcx

warnings: alcohol, smoking, swearing, mentions of sex

"oh my gosh, you came!" you shouted over the music, embracing your friend as you welcomed them into your home, which only an hour earlier was empty but was now filled with bodies. "drinks are in there!" you told her, pointing to the kitchen.

you walked along side her, pouring her whatever concoction your friend had helped you make earlier that you were sure was equivalent to acid.

you told her to enjoy the party before walking off to greet others and mingle around. you rarely threw parties, if ever. but it was halloween, so you figured that you might as well— at least, that's what you told everyone who asked. you couldn't tell them the real reason, despite you knew that they knew the real reason, they just didn't wanna bring it up.

you were waiting for him. you had been waiting since the first guest came through the door, watching the entrance in hopes that you'd see him.

you hadn't invited him, hell, you hadn't invited more than half of the people that showed up. but it didn't matter, not to you. it wouldn't matter if the entire town came, or even the entire state of Oklahoma. because in that crowd, you'd only be looking for one person. you only wanted one person to be there. Dallas Winston, Dal as you called him.

he was notorious in town for being dangerous, and many always preached that no one should be within a 10 foot radius of him unless they wanna get in trouble. but you didn't listen to the warning, and you paid the price.

thing is, he was different, different from what others would say about him. he was kind, bold, even a bit chivalrous. when you were in public, he acted nonchalantly with you, wrapping an arm around your waist or kissing your neck— in private, he acted like as if you were the only person in the world. when he kissed you, he did it with so much passion that you would practically melt away. when you would have sex, it was making love, not fucking. sure, at first he was distant and cold and at times you even thought about giving up. but eventually, he warmed up and treated you like his girl, not just some chick he was hooking up with.

but one day, as you waited on the corner of your street, waiting for him to pick you up for a date for your one year anniversary, he didn't show. you tried to call, yet he didn't pick up. you thought that maybe he had gotten hurt. so, you did what any caring girlfriend would do.

as you walked into Bucks, you looked around to see Buck chatting it up with a friend near the bar. "hey Buck, is Dal here?" you asked nervously, to which he didn't say anything but instead pointed to the ceiling, signalling that he was upstairs.

you knocked on his bedroom door, hearing a faint "who is it?"

"it's me baby!" you hollered back excitedly. you could've sword you heard a groan, making your heart drop. you didn't wait for him to answer, but instead barged in to find him on his bed, smoking a cigarette with his eyes closed.

"Dal? what the hell! why didn't you pick me up?"

"what?" he asked confused, clearly having been woken up from his sleep as his eyes were squinting and his lips were somewhat chapped.

"our date?! y'know, the one i've been reminding you of for weeks straight? the one for our one year anniversary!?"

"ah, stop shouting. you're hurting my ears" he groaned, sitting up on his mattress, stumping his cigarette out on his ashtray, the one that you made him during a pottery class.

"I can't believe you" you scolded, tears burning your eyes as you looked at a man you no longer recognised.

you watched as he stared at his feet, not even looking at you once. you stood there, waiting for him to say something else. maybe an apology, or even a simple grunt would do. but nothing, you got nothing at all. it then occurred to you that Dally didn't suddenly change overnight in his sleep. something had clearly happened, and you think you knew exactly what it was.

"who is she?" you asked, your voice breaking as you were a few seconds away from breaking down.

"what?"

"who is she?!" you shouted, walking over to his dresser, throwing clothes out of his drawers in hopes of finding a pair of panties or anything that would indicate that he had been with another body that wasn't yours.

"who is who? the fuck are you doing?" he yelled back, standing up and grabbing your shoulder. you slapped his hand away before moving over to his nightstand, then his mattress, then under his bed, all the while he kept yelling at you to stop. "you ain't gonna find nothin' cus there ain't nobody else!"

"so why are you acting like a dick, huh? I mean you don't even look at me when I walk in here, you didn't come pick me up and don't say that you forgot our date because I know damn well that you didn't because every time I reminded you, you promised me that you wouldn't forget. so what! what is it? did I do something because-"

"I can't be with you anymore!" he shouted, making your heart drop down to the floor. that's when you felt the tears fall, muffled sobs coming from you as you held your face in your hands. he reached out to touch you but you quickly jumped back. "I-... it ain't you."

"yeah fucking right. cause I know damn well it ain't you, it's never you! nothing is ever your fault, is it?!" you shouted. it was true, nothing ever was his fault, at least, according to Dallas.

every time you two argued, the blame would always be pinned on you. you put up with it out of love, always attempting to justify his actions. but now, there was nothing to justify.

after that night, you never saw Dallas. he never called, you never came to Bucks anymore. whenever you saw him in public, you'd cross the street or turn the other way. you couldn't stand the sight of him, because everytime you'd see his beautiful brown eyes and handsome features, you'd desperately want to run into his arms and tell him that it was all okay. but it wasn't, and it never would be.

as you talked some more with some friends by the punch table, you heard a hollering noise over the music that sounded too familiar. one of Dally's friends, Two-Bit Matthews, was known for being loud and obnoxious. after being around him and Dally's gang, you knew his laugh all too well. and if Two-Bit was at your party, you knew he would be too.

you excused yourself, walking through the house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him somewhere. you saw Two-Bit attempting to do some sort of drink on your dining table, yet, no Dallas. maybe he didn't come you thought to yourself.

but as you turned around to go back to the kitchen, that's when you made eye contact with him.

he stood in front of you, frozen. it was as if everyone had stopped and the music had gone silent. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he had a look on his face that was full of regret, one that told you everything that he wanted to say but couldn't.

you felt tears rush to your eyes and you turned away, ready to flee the scene. but before you could take one step, Dally grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

you were confused, but didn't let go. the rush you felt in that moment was nostalgic. it reminded you of the times that you and Dally ran from the cops, or the times that you two almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of a restaurant. you missed that rush, you missed him.

you both ended up outside in the empty backyard, Dally not letting go of your hand. you looked up at him as he looked down at you and into your eyes. he tucked a loose strand behind your ear, smirking slight, making your heart flutter.

you kissed the palm of his hand as it rested on your cheek. it took all of 2 seconds for Dally to pull you in, kissing you passionately underneath the stars of the night sky.

you didn't hear the music from the party, you didn't hear the drunk teenagers hooting and hollering from the front lawn, you just heard Dally's heartbeat as he pulled you up against his chest. he held you tightly, kissing the top of your head as he mumbled "i'm sorry" over and over. "I was so stupid. I was scared. scared that I had managed to keep someone as good as you. I thought that it ought to end soon, that you'd realise that you deserve better than me."

"no, Dallas. I want to be with you, I always have. more than anything." you whispered to him, cupping his face with your hands.

he didn't say anything, kissing you passionately once again before leading you back inside to the party that you threw for him.

@avroravia @r0seb100d @seilahdiaries

੭* ‧ ₊° older!dallas x reader

matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛

UPDATE

Hello! Id just like to let you guys know that I am currently very active on wattpad. I have an imagine + preferences book, a dally ff that is ongoing, and a johnny ff in the works. I will be updating on there regularly for the time being. As for this page, I will not be posting. However, at some stage I will come back— for now I will be sticking to wattpad as it is more active and I just enjoy posting and being on there more. My wattpad is lovesp3ll if you wish to seek me. Thank you! Love you all and stay safe!

༉ ‧₊ ˚ everybody here thinks they need you

— johnny cade x bartender!reader

warnings: nsfw, pnv, fingering

your hands were covered in alcohol, the stench of it burning your nose hairs as you continued to make drinks for waiting customers who were leaning on the sticky wooden surface of the bar.

it was the weekend, meaning Buck's bar was packed. your slot was from 10-12, the busiest time of the night, of course. it wasn't that you couldn't handle it, you had just had a rough week, and the last thing you wanted was a raging headache and clothes stained with alcohol.

"hey! sweets!" a man attempted to get your attention, one that looked too old to be in a bar that mainly held teens and young adults. occasionally an old man would pass through, looking for a drink on a stop of a long road trip— but you knew this man wasn't that kind of person, he actually wanted something from you, or more specifically, he wanted you. "hey, honey! i'm talkin' to you."

"sorry sir! i'm a bit busy. unless you wanna order a drink, Buck over there can help you out with whatever you need!" you told him, pointing to the owner of the bar who was standing by the pool table, watching the game unfold.

you had been working at a rapid pace for the past 2 hours, making drinks, stopping for a moment to hear someone's order before moving again. your head hurt, your feet felt heavy, and all you wanted was for your shift to end. you couldn't deal with some creepy old guy coming onto you, not here, and certainly not now. you looked around for your boyfriend, Johnny, but unfortunately, he was no where to be seen. he must be playing darts or pool with the gang you thought to yourself.

"hey!" the man yelled at you again, growing more angry every second you didn't pay attention to him, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. "why don't you get that sweet ass over here, and take a break." he shouts over the music, patting his thigh.

you cringed at his comment, the thought of doing what he said made you want to throw up. however, you kept your composure and continued to ignore him.

as you reached over the bar to hand the customer next to him their drink, he grabs your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. "look at me." he growls, making a your body tense up and fear swell up in your chest. you couldn't move, scared that if you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, it would only anger him further.

suddenly, the man was yanked away from you, the fat bastard thrown to the floor. you looked to see Johnny standing above him, his eyes seething and his gaze cold. you could see one of his hands lingering over his back pocket where his switchblade was kept, the other holding the guys collar. everyone was quiet, a few murmurs heard over the loud music exuding from the jukebox in the corner.

"you keep your hands off of my girl or i'll fuckin' kick your ass." Johnny scolded, the man looking up at him in surprise that such a small kid could be so intimidating. despite Johnny looking innocent, his hands were more dirty than majority of the other greasers in Tulsa, and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirtier for his girl.

Johnny let go of the guys collar before walking over to the bar. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, you nodding at him with a smile.

"hey! your done for the night kid." Buck tells you, pulling out a wad of cash, licking his fingers and flipping through a few bills before slipping them to you. You thank him before lifting up the trap door that acted as a gate between the bar and the dance floor. Johnny walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit.

"let's go. i've had enough of this place" he groans, you nodding in agreement.

the cold air touching your hot skin sent chills down your spine. after being cooped up in a humid, hot bar that reeked of tobacco and alcohol, you were finally glad to be outside again. "let's go back to mine." you announced, beginning your journey down the street.

as you two walked hand in hand through the night, Johnny kept quiet. this wasn't unusual as he was a quiet person majority of the time, but when it was just the two of you, he talked your ear off and you his. Johnny's tense body language and closed off demeanour told you everything you needed to know.

it wasn't the first time that a guy had hit on you in Johnny's presence, and it certainly wouldn't be the last— he knew that. still, it made him angry to see a guy touch you like that, to see a guy think that you were anyone's but his. you were his girl, and just about everyone around town knew it, and he wanted to keep it that way.

as you walk through the front door, you're both instantly met with warmth that isn't overbearing, but also isn't not enough. Johnny helped you shrug off your jacket, placing it on the coat hanger by the door.

the both of you walk down the hallway to your room, turning on the lights before shutting the door behind you.

you let out a loud sigh as you begin taking off your shirt and jeans, Johnny doing the same until you were both stripped down to your undergarments. you reach behind yourself to attempt to unclip your bra, only to groan in pain due to your tired and overworked shoulders unable to reach behind far enough. "here baby" Johnny whispers from behind you, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall from your shoulders and drop to the floor.

"thank you for defending me" you whisper, Johnny's arms now wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"you don't gotta thank me. he was harassing you, it was the least I could do."

you turn to face him, your beasts up against his chest as you pulled him in for a kiss. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in closer as your kisses grow more passionate. you both slowly walk over to your bed, slowly falling back as Johnny climbs on top of you, neither of you breaking away from one another.

Johnny squeezes one of your breasts softly, causing you to gasp slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease. you whimper at the feeling, wetness now pooling in your panties.

your noises only motivate him more as his hand slowly descends to the hem of your underwear, his fingers fiddling with the lace lining.

"can I make you feel good baby?" he whispers into your ear as he begins to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine. you response with a nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

his fingers wrap around the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs before discarding them onto the floor. he gently adjusts your legs by opening them further, giving him a better view of your glistening pussy. his mouth watered at the sight, having been thinking about it all night as he watched you from across the bar. he began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan. his head dips back down into your neck, his kisses now more desperate and aggressive.

you then feel his fingers slip inside of you, pumping at a slow and steady pace. "I love you so much" he whispered softly, staring into your eyes as he watched your face contort into an expression of pleasure. you couldn't respond before he sped up, his fingers now going in and out at rapid speed.

"oh- f-uck" you croak, unable to form words out of overwhelming pleasure, your hand gripping onto his bicep. "i'm gonna cum" you moan, feeling yourself begin to get closer to climax.

"cum for me, my beautiful girl." and you did, your liquids spilling over the tan skin of his fingers as your breathing slowed, your mind foggy. Johnny slipped his digits into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a hum. "tastes like heaven" he smirked before passionately kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

"can I fuck you baby?" he asks, kneeling before you with his hands by the hem of his boxers, his hard dick desperate for release.

"yes, please" you whined, pulling his boxers down for him, his dick springing free as he continued to take off his boxers before adding his last article of clothing to the pile on the floor.

he grabs your thigh, hiking it over his hip as he lines himself up with your entrance, staring into your eyes for permission one more time, to which you nod without hesitation out of desperation. he slowly slides himself in, inch by inch, your spilled liquids from earlier making it easier. you both moan into one another's mouth, continuing to kiss as he thrusts into you slowly.

the moment was intimate, your bodies practically becoming one. he held your hand in his, the other kneading your breast as he looked into your eyes.

"faster" you whimpered, and johnny obeyed. he began to thrust in and out at a speed that made you want to scream in pleasure, but you bit your lip as you already had enough noise complaints from your neighbours.

"you know.." he whispered breathlessly into your ear, "when I saw that guy trying to get with you, I wanted to fuckin' kill him. cause you're mine. i'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this, and i'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

his words made you clench around him, drawing the both of you closer to the edge. he moved the hand that was fondling your breasts down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your moans got louder, the pleasure overwhelming as he pounded into you whilst rubbing your clit. you looked up to see Johnny scrunching his eyebrows while groaning, an expression he always made when he was close.

"shit.. i'm so close" he groans into your neck, peppering light kisses.

"me too" you whimpered, Johnny clasping his hand into yours once more as he stared into your eyes.

"cum with me baby" and you did, both finishing together. an overwhelming surge of pleasure travelled through your body, making you shake. Johnny pulled out, shooting thick ropes onto your stomach.

"shit.. sorry baby. shoulda asked where you wanted me" he smirked.

"it's okay baby, I don't mind." you tell him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you so much." he said adoringly, his dark eyes shining, his pupils dilated. "wait here okay?" he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a wash cloth that was damp with warm water. "spread your legs for me baby"

he lightly cleaned you up, making sure to be gentle as you were still sensitive. he tossed the rag onto the nightstand, making a mental note to clean it later.

he laid down next to you, pulling you into his side, your head now on his chest. he lay a kiss on the top of your head, rubbing circles on your back as the both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

his voice omg

⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆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

𓈒 ୭ৎ dallas winston x preacher's daughter

should've been me 💔

but side note, i can't tell how long they were together for cause the photo dates jump around yet they only dated for 2-4 years. they're still besties tho.. like she has a million photos of him on her insta and paints him often.