Hey love sorry to bother but I had an idea for a fic and I’m like DYING for someone to write it
So basically reader is Johnny’s gf and he takes her to meet the gang but they don’t really like her cause she’s a soc so they kick her out and tell Johnny that he should be w her ikr smth but THEN they find reader crying at the park when another soc comes hitting on her but she’s all like NO I HAVE A BF and then the gang realises she actually loves Johnny
SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY
it’s kinda specific so no worries if you don’t wanna do it ❤️
➬ johnny cade x soc!reader
a/n; i swear im done with the shit posting lol back on the grind frlz. i didnt proofread this…lolz.
“i’m so nervous johnny, i-i can’t do it! what if they don’t like me?”
you said— half shouting, half asking.
johnny chuckled, obviously nervous.
he, himself, didn’t even know if they’d like you.
you were a soc, and the gang holds so many grudges against soc’s, johnny can’t even count em on his own two hands.
“they’ll love you, i swear.”
he said, grabbing your hands while giving you a reassuring smile.
you took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out as johnny knocked on the curtis door.
a big, tall, scary looking guy answered the door.
he looked you up and down, and you could just tell he didn’t like you.
but nonetheless, he welcomed you in.
he shook your hand, where he told you his name was darry.
lovely name, you thought as you walked in.
6 intimating dudes sat in the living room, staring at you as you walked in.
the tension was so thick you could cut it with the knife.
you thought you’d try to lift the mood by giving an awkward smile and a wave.
but that only seemed to thicken the tension.
johnny answered the dark haired boy, he appeared to be dallas winston—the grease everyone knew about.
he said back, turning his head to face the other direction.
johnny awkwardly chuckled and leaned into your ear.
he started pointing at each and every boy sitting there, telling you their names.
the smaller one was ponyboy—odd name, but who are you to judge?
sodapop—another weird name…are they all like this? you wondered.
two-bit, apparently it’s just a nickname.
you didn’t need to hear their names to know they don’t want you here.
steve got up and asked for johnny in the kitchen.
when your boyfriend left, you swear you could’ve heard a grain of sand drop.
darry, the nicest one out of them all to you so far, tried to ask you questions about yourself.
“y/n. it’s uh—lovely to meet you!”
and from then on, it was silent again.
you heard steve and johnny talking in the kitchen, it was hard to be quiet in a dead silent house.
“a soc, johnny? a goddamn soc?”
“have you forgotten what they did to you? or ANY of us?”
the gang smiled at the sentence—almost like they were proud of their friend for putting you down.
“no, of course i haven’t! but she wasn’t apart of that—she’s my girlfriend. not those soc’s that kicked the tar out of us!”
“well she might as well be. she looks the part—what if it’s a prank, johnny? ever thought of that?”
you heard steve ask johnny.
you wanted to cry, cry, cry.
your relationship was a joke to them and they hated you.
your tears started to get watery the more you thought about it.
“i uh, i gotta go. ‘m sorry—gotta go finish something. tell johnny i said bye.”
you announced, rushing out of the house.
the second you stepped out, the tears started to stream down your cheeks.
you started to run to the empty lot, you knew nobody goes there. it’d be safe, right?
well, that’s what you thought.
a bunch of greasers were already there and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself more, so you walked faster past the lot.
you sat in at a park bench near your house.
you always went there when you had nowhere else to go.
you couldn’t go home crying, your father would kill johnny. even if it wasn’t his fault.
you looked up and saw your friend who you haven’t spoken to in a long time.
“micheal? oh shi—i’m sorry.”
“no-no, it’s fine. what’s wrong?”
he asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your lower back for comfort.
“my boyfriend’s friends don’t like me, micheal! he said they’re like his family—so it ain’t never gonna work out!”
“well—i’m always here. i always thought you were a cute gal, ya know?”
you heard several footsteps but you pushed that detail aside to put your full attention on the situation at hand.
“i mean, if you were to end things..i AM right here. always liked you, ya know?”
“i still have a boyfriend, micheal. just because we hit a rough patch doesn’t mean we broke up.”
you spoke, your eyebrows furrowed.
“are you INSANE, micheal?! ugh! and here i thought i could get some comfort from a FRIEND!”
you shouted, standing up and walking away.
you heard micheal kiss his teeth as you walked away.
you heard a pair of feet rush after you and you just prayed it wasn’t micheal.
“never thought i’d see you shout at someone like that, y/n!”
you heard johnny say from your left side as he caught up to you.
“johnny?! what’re you doin’? ain’t you supposed to be with your friends?”
“that’s actually why i’m HERE.”
he answered, exaggerating the last part while looking behind the two of you.
that only caused you to look behind yourself, to see your boyfriend’s friends—looking guilty.
everyone stopped walking. the gang exchanged awkward looks as everyone stood there.
you heard your boyfriend ask the gang, with a little bit of sass in his voice.
they thought you were just playing a cruel prank on johnny—they just wanted to protect him.
when johnny heard that you left, he exploded on everyone.
he shouted about how if they treated you nicer, you wouldn’t have left. how if they would push their grudges away, you wouldn’t have thought johnny was a bitch.
they didn’t want to apologize, but they wanted johnny to be happy.
they still thought it was a prank until they seen you push an attractive soc away.
“we’re uh, we’re sorry y/n.”
“yeah, but you gotta understand—”
steve said, trying to defend himself until johnny interrupted him.
“she ain’t gon’ understand NOTHIN’! just tell her you’re sorry and that you’ll give ‘er a chance!”
they all sighed—with even more guilty looks.
they each apologized, one by one.
darry, the one who’s still the nicest to you, asked if you’d like to restart.
when you got to the curtis house, you found out that you shared more in common with the greasers than you thought.
the more you and the gang got to talk, the more they liked you.
the more they began to like you, the wider johnny’s smile got.
