hii!! i absolutely adore how you write johnny🥺🥺 would it be possible to do a slice of apple pie for johnny and baby im yours for the song? tysm and congrats!!
𑣲┊[ in other words, until eternity
aka… a few of your many years alongside johnny cade
warnings ~ canon-divergance, VERY fluffy, johnny & reader are 21 in the first section, 22 in the second, etc etc, "pov" switches each section (kinda), reader's outfit is described once, my mediocre attempts at describing fashion in the 70s-80s, reader is implied to have been a greaser, "we'll make it out together" vibe, domestic and cute,
── .✦ a/n ~ holy crap this is long af
As Johnny laid in his hospital bed, he thought about the events of the last week and a half.
He stabbed a boy. That boy somehow survived. Him and his best friend went on the run. They saved a bunch of kids from a fire. He got third degree burns on his arms and neck. He got stuck in a hospital.
He felt useless. Ugly. Like a monster.
In a week, once he recovered, he’d go to court.
The jury, much to his surprise, decided that he had “gone through enough,” and would only deserve a couple years of community service.
The Socs would fight, be angry. He deserves life in prison, they’d protest. You’re basically letting him walk free. His buddies would celebrate. They’d get a cake for him, Dally, and Pony. The greasers would see it as a life-long win.
But the emptiness in Johnny’s heart wouldn’t fill. He should be happy, but all he feels is hopelessness. He nearly killed someone and is getting slap on the wrist.
From that day forward, he vows to never hurt another human being ever again.
He first saw you in a bar. Not the best place to meet a woman.
But you were beautiful. He couldn’t help but stare, watching the way your eyes crinkled into a smile as you laughed at a friend’s joke.
Dally caught him staring.
“Got the hots for that chick, huh?” He drawled with an impish grin.
“Shut up, man. She’s jus’ pretty.” Johnny replied as he elbowed Dally.
“Go talk to ‘er! 50/50 chance she’s single, you’re a handsome man; the only thing you can lose is your freedom.”
As the night dragged on and the alcohol he was drinking loosened his nerves, he found himself strutting over to where you and your friend sat. He smirked as he leaned against the table by you, eyes practically forming hearts as he spoke to you.
“You come around here often?” He said, trying to sound smooth.
You turned to him, lips quirking into a smug little smile.
Johnny stared at you, which is when it occurred to him that he didn't know what exactly to say back to you.
“Look, I didn’t really have a plan going into this. Can I just ask you out on a date?”
He was surprised when you laughed at him, but not a mean laugh, an ‘I think you’re a cute idiot’ laugh.
You lingered outside the diner, dressed in the best clothes you owned — which wasn’t saying much, considering it was just a pair of bellbottom jeans and a long-sleeved blouse — waiting for Johnny Cade.
You’d spent the rest of your night at the bar talking to him, laughing with him, he even walked you home! He was a sweet guy; sure, he’s got a past, but who doesn’t in Tulsa? Everyone has done something they’d rather forget.
At the sound of his voice, you turned, smiling as he walked up to you. He, just as he was at the bar, was clad in a denim-on-denim getup. Cute.
You looped your arm around his as you stepped into the diner. Nowadays, it’d be seen as outdated. You thought it was charming.
The pair of you sat down at your booth, quickly glancing at the menu for something to order. You could tell Johnny was nervous, with the way he was fidgeting. This behavior lingered on as you ordered and got your food.
When he finished his fries, you couldn’t help asking: “Wanna get out of here?”
He perked up at that. A smile formed on his lips.
With that final declaration, he left $20 on the table, with “keep the change” scribbled onto a napkin, and you two scurried off.
As Johnny walked the streets of Tulsa, your hand intwined with his scarred one, he couldn’t help reminiscing about his past.
He saw the lot he spent far too many nights sleeping in. The old drugstore. The park where it happened. The diner where you and him had your first date.
A year had passed since then; since you’d made it official. In that year, he’d met your parents, you’d met his friends, and he finally felt as though things were going his way. He got a steady job, a wonderful lady by his side, which was everything he could ever want.
“I really love you, y’know.” He murmured.
“I love you too, J.” Your hand squeezed his.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, as you came upon the Curtis’ house.
His knuckles rapped on the door, but he didn’t bother waiting for a ‘come in.’ He never did. He stepped inside with you on his arm, surprised to see all of his buddies there. Even Ponyboy, who should have been at University.
“Happy Anniversary to the first of us to get tied down!” Two-Bit exclaimed dramatically.
You giggled at that, already used to their antics.
Johnny just grinned, knowing that would be the first of many anniversaries.
Six years. For six long, beautiful years, you and Johnny Cade had been dating.
It was nothing short of amazing — full of ups and downs, sure — but he made it worth it infinite times over. You didn’t know what you’d be doing without him. You had a home together, a life together. It was perfect.
“Hey, do you wanna go for a drive?” He asked you suddenly one afternoon.
You glanced up from where you were doing the dishes, lips curving up.
“Yeah. Haven’t done that in a while, huh?”
“We can leave the dishes. Go right now.”
“What’s got you so eager?” You joked, as he smiled and turned off the faucet, taking your hand in his. You two left the apartment, laughing together, stepping onto the driveway amd hopping into Johnny’s car.
It wasn’t long before you stopped somewhere quiet. You sat in the back together, legs pressed to one another, taking in each other’s closeness and warmth. You’d spent many nights like this before, basking in the mere presence of your lover.
He was messing with your fingers when he popped the question.
“Do you wanna get married?”
It was hardly a whisper, yet it made your heart stutter.
“Do you want to get married? Y’know, for real.” His voice was so soft.
You paused, staring at him, thinking over the last six and a half years of your life. It was nothing but joyous; it filled your brain with memories you’ll forever keep close. Nights playing board games with the gang, special dinners at the Curtis house, purchasing a house for just the two of you.
There was only one clear answer to his question.
Johnny felt as though he would sweat out of his socks, despite the cold autumnal breeze flowing through the open window.
“Man, I— what if she says no? What if she regrets it?” He vented to Dallas, who was tying his tie around his neck.
“Jesus Christ, Johnny would ‘ya calm down?” He snapped back.
“I’m sorry, I just,” Johnny paused. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it if she said no or something. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
Dallas Winston, for once in his life, went silent. Didn't give a snappy reply, didn't roll his eyes. Just looked up. Johnny stared back at his best friend — his best man — as his eyes searched for some kind of sincerity.
“Johnny, I’m going to be serious, which I never am, so you better listen to me.” Dally began. "That girl is head over heels for you. There is no other man on this Earth besides you who could be a better fit for her, I’m sure of that."
Johnny stared at him, eyes welling with un-shed tears. He crushed him into a bear hug.
“Don’t mention it. Now, you 'oughta go get married.” Dally drew back with one final pat to his back, before shoving him out of the room they’d been in and out to where the ceremony was being held: in your backyard. You couldn’t afford much else, and besides, you and him both preferred it being more intimate.
Johnny stepped up to the ‘alter,’ looking out at the people before him. To his left stood Dally, alongside Ponyboy, Steve, Soda, and Two-bit. To his right stood Darry, who got a marriage license for the sake of you two.
The crowd was made up of mostly your family; your parents, siblings, grandparents, some aunts and uncles. Darry’s own Wife and some of the guys’ girlfriends were also there.
Then the music began. Everyone rose from their seats.
One by one, your own best friends and bridesmaids stepped out. They took their places by the alter.
Dressed in the most beautiful white gown, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, looking as radiant as ever.
Johnny almost immediately began bawling.
For the next hour, you said your vows, cried plenty, slipped your rings onto each other’s hands, and were officially married.
It was the happiest day of you and Johnny’s lives. That hole in his heart was finally full.
The reception was a blur of dancing, loud music, and drinking. You and Johnny found yourselves not caring about much aside from the fact that you were married.
Most of the night went forgotten, aside from the one thing that would stick with you for the rest of your lives:
The revelation that, now, officially, you were Johnny’s, and he was yours. Forever, always, and — according to your dutiful vows — until the seas were drained, until the stars fell from the sky, until the day you die.
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