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[jamesdeanlvr]

ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴍᴇ

pt 1

synopsis: you pack up your things and take an impromptu trip to new york to clear your mind of your ex. when shopping and bodega doesn’t help, you’re left to grapple with your feelings and decide what to do when you get back to tulsa.

warnings: this is lowkey the great gatsby, great gatsby references, depression, u thinking like a soc, underage drinking, mentions of death not proofread

wc: 2.5k

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august 23, 1967

that was the day you had ran away(for the second time). that was the day you had booked a last-minute flight to new york and rushed to the airport, all to clear your mind of johnny.

you had packed all your cute clothing and shoes in your suitcase, phone balanced between your shoulder and ear, nearly tripping over the wire as you packed your bags hastily.

“yes, that sounds great. okay, thanks so much.” you said cheerfully as you hung up, selecting the numbers on the rotary phone carefully to tell your few friends goodbye before your sudden departure. 

you lugged your fancy suitcase into the backseat of your car, struggling. if darry was here, this would’ve been a piece of cake for him, you thought as you pushed the door shut. 

you sighed, mentally chastising yourself as you pulled out of your driveway. don’t think about darry. don’t think about any of the gang, especially johnny. don’t think about his big, dark brown eyes and his caramel skin. don’t think of how soft his hair was when it wasn’t greased and how he’d let you run your hands through it at night. 

don’t think about how you’d just saw him less than two hours ago and now you were bolting out of tulsa for how long? a week? two? you didn’t know, but being reminded of johnny was messing you up. focus, you told yourself.

it didn’t work.

you slammed on your breaks, letting out a yelp as your car jerked still, inches from rear-ending the red t-bird in front of you. you flinched when the car honked, gripping the steering wheel tighter with sweaty palms. 

good thing there were taxis in new york, you thought as you stepped on the gas pedal, leisurely driving through tulsa, making sure not to go around where you’d seen johnny. you turned up the radio, the sweet tune of some beach boys song filling your ears as you drowned out your thoughts, humming along to brian wilson’s voice.

maybe, just maybe you’d be okay. 

—

you woke up to the sound of a flight attendant booming over the speaker of the plane, announcing that you had finally arrived in new york. getting up with the rest of the passengers, you exited the first class section as you grabbed your luggage from the overhead compartment and left the plane, inhaling deeply as you stepped off the ramp of the plane. 

you took in the beauty of the city. new york was so different than tulsa. tulsa was dirty and loud and country. everyone knew eachother’s business. But here? in this urban megacity? You could do unspeakable things and just be another insignificant person in the city. Hello freedom!

you couldn’t help but think of dallas as you stumbled around the city, attempting to adapt from the new environment. all of dally’s scary, ‘tuff’ stories? they happened here. you shuddered, trying not to remember the details. you hoped he wasn’t still in contact with his buddies in gangs here—or else you’d be in big trouble.

dallas had completely pushed you away after what went down with johnny. you. His ride-or-die. His best friend. the girl who’d dress him up nice and gasp when he fake-proposed to her in public—all for some free dessert. the girl who always paid his bail and never mentioned it. you two were inseparable. 

when push came to shove, you knew he’d choose johnny over you. you just never thought it’d actually come to that.

you didn’t blame him—or any of the gang—for how they acted after the breakup. It was your fault. but god, it hurt. 

you remembered the first time you had encountered the gang. you had been 8-walking home from school when you came across a group of soc boys fighting with a blonde-haired boy of around your age who was clearly losing. it was 4-1! unfair!

you stepped in. slinging off your backpack and running into the fight. you managed to get between the boys, pushing the soc boys off of the kid and crossing your arms.

“if you’re gonna hit him you’re gonna have to hit me first. and everyone knows boys cant hit girls.” 

you said, frowning as you stared down the soc boys. 

“cmon, you ain’t defending this little greaser, ain’t ya? how would your momma feel if she knew you liked little runts?” one of the boys piped up, snickering and stepping up.

“scram!” you said, firmly holding your ground until the boys gave up, riding away on their bikes.

you turned to the blonde haired boy, studying him. he was skinny and pale, in dirtied jeans and a jean jacket with a silver necklace on.

“i would’ve won that fight, yknow.” the boy mumbled in a thick accent, bashfully looking away.

“you talk funny. are you a yankee? what’s this?” you curiously inquired as you reached to grab his st. christopher’s pendant before he grabbed ur hand, pushing it away.

“don’t touch it! and i ain’t no yankee. im dallas”

“yes you are! yankee-doodle dallas”

 you called as you giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging the scraggly boy along the street, handing him your backpack.

“carry that. i helped you so you have to.” you commanded.

“hey, man! where are you dragging me?”

“home! it’s cold and i have hot chocolate and like so many blankets. cmon!” you said excitedly.

and from that day on, you were cool with dallas winston.

you remembered when the gang had returned the favor.

you were 14, walking home from school again when a pair of soc boys walked out of a convenience store, tackling you from behind. you screamed.

“aww look, the little soc girl can’t fight?”

“well too bad. you want to hang around greasers, you get treated like one. traitor.” the boys taunted before landing blows on you, kicking and punching.

you curled up in a ball as u cried, keeling over at an especially hard kick to the ribs. you lay there, bleeding and hugging ur knees as the socs continued their brutal assault on you. 

until you heard a bunch of boys shouting, familiar voices yelling as you heard someone get tackled, the sound of fighting filling your ears. you were just glad it wasn’t you.

you slowly looked up, eyes still watery as you watched dallas, steve, and two bit swing at the boys who had been assaulting you. you attemped to stand up, swearing under your breath when your knee ached, blood trickling down your let from a nasty cut. you whimpered, sliding back onto the concrete as the socs ran away, substantially more beat up then you were.

you watched steve, dally, and two bit approach, dallas seething. you tried to stand again, failing.

“crap.” you muttered, watching the blood from your cut drench your white socks and shoes.

“need a ride?” two bit asked as he gestured for you to get onto his back. 

you smiled. 

god, you always smiled with them. even when you were having a horrible day, two-bit would crack a joke or ponyboy would make a snide remark that’d make you giggle. if you were sick or—god forbid—didn’t come to the curtis house one day, the gang would be busting down your door, demanding an explanation.

they were all you had loved. he was all you had loved. now you had nothing.

you sat at the table of the bar, an empty glass of what used to be some expensive tropical drink empty, condensating onto your hands.

you sighed woefully, biting your lip. you had gotten all dressed up—did your hair, makeup, short dress, louboutin pumps—the whole shebang, hoping to flirt with some guy whose name you definitely wouldn’t remember in the morning and forget about your life back in tulsa. 

so far, you had done everything since.

 you were broken out of your trance when someone tapped on your shoulder, looking up and meeting the gaze of a 6’2 hunk of man.

“sorry—you were kind of spaced out there. mind if i buy you a drink?” he inquired honestly, flashing you a model-like grin.

you quickly inspected him—he was tall, dark, and handsome—not to mention his rolex and expensive cologne that made you sure he had just walked straight out of the financial district. not to be materialistic, of course, but it was nice to find a man who could pay for himself…right?

“sure.” you responded, flashing him a small smile as he sat down next to you, giving his(your) order to the bartender.

“so, what brings you to new york?” he inquired casually, studying you in the same manner you had done to him earlier.

“is it that obvious i’m not from here?” you replied bashfully, letting out a chuckle. was it? you certainly were dressed nice enough to not look like a beverly hillbilly and you didn’t think your accent was that strong.

“no, it’s just that i’m sure if i had seen someone who looked like you somewhere, i would definitely remember your face.” he said slyly, taking his drink from the bartender and taking a sip, handing you yours.

you talked to him. sure, he was nice and handsome and reeked of daddy’s money, but he wasn’t johnny. your johnny.

and when he offered to walk you back to your place, even handing you your coat and purse? you had to refuse. you couldn’t keep on leading the guy on. it wasn’t fair.

you had never been to new york before, but even you knew it’d be a bad idea to walk home alone, especially drunk, in such a big city. you waved for a taxi, nearly getting ran over in the process before you finally got one, slumping into the back of the car, tipping the driver generously and stumbling up the steps of your apartment, flopping onto your bed without care for your makeup or hair.

you rolled over, glancing longingly at the phone sat on the nightstand in your room..you couldn’t, could you?

you leisurely reached over to your nightstand, kicking your heels off as you stared at the phone. you knew two numbers by heart: johnny’s home number and the curtis house. you knew better than to call johnny’s house. one of his parents would answer, screaming over the receiver so loud it hurt your ears even a thousand miles away—literally. 

that left the curtises. but what time was it? judging by the black night sky lit up by the city lights and the twinkling of the stars, it had to be at least 12am, probably later. you knew darry usually stayed up late, but this late? it’d be rude to call. besides, you were sure it’d take 20 minutes to connect and darry would not be able to pay the long distance call fee. it would be selfish to even consider calling them. 

you had made your bed, and now had to lie in it. literally.

and so, you did, hugging ur pillow and smearing the white sheets with makeup and glitter as u slept—night after night, the same routine.

1. go out—whether it be to a bar you were definitely not old enough to be at, a mall, or a fancy restaurant 

2. meet a cute guy—rich, good smelling, usually not too creepy. make conversation, flirt lightly.

3. ruin it. push them away, deny them a kiss, politely decline to “head back to their place”—leaving you all alone to deal with your misery, like always.

you didn’t cry. maybe it was because the hangovers were so horrible you couldn’t even muster out any extra fluid. but god, you were miserable.

you thought things would change. tulsa was the issue. it was small, violent, poor. no one wanted to live in a place like that. of course, you were depressed. 

but even in this big, beautiful metropolis, amongst times square and in the noise of the city, you felt the same. the huge population of people only made you aware of how utterly alone you were. no one knew how you truly felt, ever.

sure, you were friends with some of the soc girls—cherry and marcia and them—but the weren’t your best friends. socs had an unspoken rule. don’t show weakness. don’t show sympathy, don’t cry, don’t ever talk about your emotions or your interests—only material, mundane things.

your heart ached almost as much as your head did as you lay on the tiled bathroom floor of your hotel suite, dry heaving. the alcohol made you sick, and your sobbing didn’t help it either.

you were insignificant in this city—just one person amongst the millions. some of these people would be stars, actors, finance bros—whatever. but you? you’d never make it anywhere when you were stuck in this loop of self-loathing and depression. 

what were you even doing anything for? drinking yourself sick and flirting with guys you didn’t even like for what—to prove that you could have fun alone, without the gang, without johnny? 

you were gatsby. johnny was daisy. no matter how many parties you threw from across the lake to impress him, he would never care. no one ever would.

you didn’t sleep a wink on the plane ride back to tulsa, staring out the window as you mulled over your feelings.

was it too late to apologize? it felt like it. you didn’t even want johnny to get back with you—okay, yes you did. but you didn’t expect that. you didn’t deserve it. but what johnny deserved was closure. it wasn’t right—for you to up and leave him without a good explanation. 

you pulled an empty piece of paper out of your diary, uncapping your fancy ink pen and drafting a letter—to johnny. an apology, an explanation. your near cursive flooded the page before you finally chose to sign off, folding the paper in two, sighing.

once you had arrived back in tulsa and unpacked your bags at home, you had one thing left to do.

your feet carried you with purpose as you walked to johnny’s house, crossing through the lot, making sure to stay on the soc side, just incase johnny was there. 

you tip toed over to his house, being met with the sound of screaming and glass shattering—per usual. you crept over to his bedroom window in a manner you had done so many times before, slowly sliding it open—the lock was broken—praying he wasn’t there.

you let out a breath of relief when you saw his empty room, quickly taking your letter out of your pocket and tossing it onto a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor—his bed. you slid the window closed, heading back to your place.

you were gatsby and johnny was daisy. and just like gatsby, you’d die alone. johnny would have moved on and gotten married and had kids. ponyboy would be out of tulsa, a published author. darry would finish school and actually make it somewhere now that he wasn’t taling care of his kid brothers. but you? 

you’d be sitting in the vacant lot, right where you had left him. 

unless, of course, he read your letter.

you stirred your tea, watching your sugar cubes dissolve in the warm mixture when suddenly, a soft knock came from your door. once—then twice. almost impatient 

“coming!” you called as you walked to open the door, slightly aggravated at the idea of someone at your home, let alone knocking at this time of night, twisting the knob and swinging it open;the cool night air making you shiver.

you dropped your cup of tea.

“johnny?”

a/n: my tumblr was glitchy as HELLLL when i wrote this omg. cred 2 dollywons for these dividers

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ

synopsis: in wake of your parents passing, you find a new appreciation for your older brother.

warnings: death mention(duh)

wc:549

You slouched in your chair, cheek resting against the palm of your hand as you stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of you. your teacher had given you some assignment for english—something about analyzing a quote from the book you had read in class.

of course, you weren’t paying attention in english class—or any of your classes for that matter. your 4.0 gpa had been slowly but steadily dropping over the last couple of weeks due to the recent passing of your parents.

you had been taking a math test one day when you were told to report to the office. a chorus of “oooh”s and “someone’s in trouble!” fills the classroom as you left, carrying your backpack.

 upon entering the office, you were met with the sight of your two elder brothers standing in the office, expression eerily solemn. when you looked behind you and saw ponyboy carrying his backpack aswell, looking just as confused as you, you felt fear creeping in. why were you all here?

when you looked up at darry for context and were met with teary eyes, your heart dropped. if darry was crying, then something bad had happened. 

you took it better than your brothers. or so, they thought. you rocked pony when he cried and didn’t complain when you were made to switch rooms so soda could sleep with him. you cried at the funeral, sure, but that was to be expected. you kept on bugging two bit about stupid shit until he chased you around the curtis house and darry yelled at you two to stop. you acted normal enough to fool soda and pony and the gang.

but darry knew better. you had always been a daddy’s girl. you’d cling by his side when you were younger or you’d tag along with your dad to darry’s football games just to be by him when he wasn’t at work. you loved both your parents and it tore you up when they were gone. 

so, you started leaning on darry instead. when he was working late you’d fall asleep waiting for him on the couch and he’d carry you back to your room and tuck you in. you’d wake up extra early in the morning and help him bake cake for your brothers. you’d stare at a photo of your parents on the wall a little to hard and he’d just put a comforting hand on your shoulder and get you back on track to whatever task you were supposed to be doing.

you’d wash the dishes and fold the laundry without being asked to—unlike your two other pain in the ass brothers. you’d put a blanket over darry when he fell asleep on the couch. he’d check on you when he found you crying and gave you the biggest bear hung known to man and you both never said anything about it after. 

sure, he’d scold you for stupid shit and could be kind of uptight at times, but he was your brother.

darry wasn’t your dad—he never would be. he shouldnt have to take the role of a father to his younger siblings. he shouldn’t have to throw his hobbies, his life, his future, away for you guys. he didn’t have to. 

but he did.

divider creds to dollywons per usual

a/n: this is buns bye

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ

johnny cade x ex!reader angst

warnings: angst NO comfort, ooc probably, canon abuse, implied depression/suicidal thoughts, not proofread

wc:1791

the leaves were changing from green to hues of red and orange, the august air nipping at your cheeks as you walked the streets of tulsa. you inhaled, sighing as the scent of cinnamon filled your nose.it was autumn, your favorite season—or atleast, it was before you dated johnny cade.

you had always been friendly with the boy—you were buddies with dallas winston, so naturally you liked johnny. dally wouldn’t allow otherwise. the kid was quiet—a strange contrast to dallas’ own obnoxious personality.

you didn’t mind it when he tagged along to one of buck’s parties with you two, or even when dallas dragged him in your place one night at 2am, the dark-haired boy sporting new bruises and cuts all over his body, kicked out when he got caught in the crossfire of his parents fighting.

“we need a place to crash.” dally stated, letting himself in your house as you cursed at him for waking you up, rubbing your eyes. you didn’t ask any questions about johnny. it wasn’t a secret tha he had a bad home life—most greasers did. dally had talked about johnny’s home to you before, clenching his fists when he talked about the way the boy was treated, fire burning in his eyes. you opened the door wider for the tanned boy, smiling at his bashful “thanks”, treating him with much more grace than your aggravating best friend. 

you patched johnny up carefully—asking “is this okay?” every two seconds or hastily mumbling a “sorry” when your shaky hands touched one of his wounds too hard, cheeks flushing with the warmth of embarrassment and something more as you avoided his brown eyes gaze

you let them take your bed while you slept in the couch, despite johnnys reluctance to kick you out of your own bed.

after that night, things changed between you two. it was something in the air—it was less tense. you’d smile at him when you passed him in the hall at school and he’d give you a grin back before being dragged away by ponyboy, rambling about something. 

heck, you even began hanging around the gang after that. dallas liked you almost as much as he liked johnny. whatever you had done to get dally’s respect? it was good enough for them. you helped pony with his homework and gave darry a helping hand in the kitchen. you. laughed at two-bit’s awful jokes and woke johnny up when you found him sleeping out in the cold, pleading with him to go to the curtises—or at least your place.

some nights, when you found him awake, you’d sit next to him and make small talk—cracking jokes and feeling your heart race when johnny actually laughed. 

you always patched him up when he got hurt, never asking any questions or complaining about him tracking dirt into your house—simply bandaging his cuts and feeling your heart ache as his blood soaked the paper towels you blotted his wounds with and you felt him tense or say “ow, man” as you apologized, being more gentle from there on.

you didn’t see him as tag-along when dally, johnny, and you went out—no. he was your friend. you two would crack jokes and snicker and shrink into your seats in embarrassment when dally started horribly flirting with some girl in his vicinity.

everyone knew you two had something going on—but you two, apparently. ponyboy listened to johnny talk about you, clearly head over heels.

“man, she’s something else.” johnny remarked, laying on his back in the grass as he looked at the dark sky above the lot, recounting some joke you told or some adventure you two embarked on.

“johnny?” ponyboy said, turning on his side to look at the older boy.

johnny turned towards him, puzzled. 

“you got it bad, man.”

and of course, your friends saw the way you looked at johnny as you smiled at him as he passed in the hallways, cheeks flushed.

“you know he totally likes you back, right?” one of your friends whispered as he walked by.

“i dont like him! we’re friends. and besides, even if i did like him, it wouldn’t work.” you remarked, sighing as you opened your locker and gathered your books.

“why?”

“it just wouldn’t. i have too much on the line. if things go wrong, i lose all my friends—aside from you guys, of course. plus, even if things did work out i think dallas would kill both of us anyway.” you said, shutting your locker and longingly watching johnny as he exited the corridor, leaving your sight.

“it never hurts to try!” your friend remarked, patting you on the shoulder as the bell rang.

but oh boy, was she wrong.

you two got together eventually after ponyboy practically begged you to ask johnny out because the black-haired boy would never and he was sick and tired of hearing johnny babble about you!!

when the gang found out, everyone cheered. even dally was secretly happy for you two as he sternly gave you both talks about treating the other right. 

your relationship was steady, like your friendship before, only with more kissing!

you remember when johnny convinced dally to give him buck’s tbird so you two could ride around in it, the radio playing elvises i cant help falling in love with you as you giggled, him nearly running a red light because he was looking at you as you sang along.

you remembered dancing in your kitchen late at night, the refrigerator light illuminating your body as you pulled johnny in, the music on your record player softly filling the house, your lips meeting his, sparks flying.

you remembered when you wore a red scarf one autumn and he told you that red looked good on you. you blushed and thanked him, and even though the chilly air was making you shiver, you had never felt warmer in your entire life than when you were with him.

you remembered the nights when he’d lay with you in the lot, curled up with his head on your chest as he bared his soul to you, telling you things he’d never even thought of saying to anyone. he told you everything about his past because you were his future—you were supposed to be. you remembered the nights when he’d get so upset he’d cry and you’d hold him and kiss his tears away, heart shattering as you looked into his water eyes, feeling his body shake.

you remembered the nights when you would lay in your bed and sob until you couldn’t cry anymore—the nights when you were certain there was something wrong with you and that you didn’t know if you would be able to make it to adulthood. you remembered wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of johnny, to smell the cheap cologne dally had stole for him when johnny begged him. you didn’t want to be alone.

but you were, because no one else would ever understand how you felt and johnny didn’t need to deal with you—he had enough on his plate already.

 he deserved better, and that was what you told him that day in august when you stood in front of him in the lot, the wind blowing your hair as you sobbed, johnny begging you to stay as his eyes watered, baby, please falling from his lips. but you didn’t listen—you couldn’t. you knew he’d convince you to stay. 

so you turned around and ran as fast as you could out of the lot, even though you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and apologize. 

its for your own good you said. theres something wrong with me—and i dont know what it is…but its going to eat me alive one day and i dont want you to be there when it does. i love you but i cant.

you remembered going to a party at bucks later that night, sobbing in the bathroom harder than you had ever cried before, drunk off booze as dallas opened the door, eyebrows furrowing ans expression morphing into one of concern as he saw you, asking you what happened.

johnny you wanted to say. johnny was what happened to you. 

“i hurt johnny” you stated, not elaborating further as you looked up at dally with teary eyes. he didn’t ask questions, just walked out.

you woke up the next day with a hangover and a heavy heart. it was a friday. you had school. you were sure johnny had told ponyboy already and that 

every member of the gang that actually went to school would be giving you dirty looks the entire day.

you didn’t even bother talking to the gang after that, you knew they hated you and you knew you deserved it. even dally stopped being your friend after that. it hurt. it hurt like hell to lose all the most important people in your life at the same time. 

it hurt seeing steve glare at you and two-bit ignore you when you passed him in public. you couldn’t even go to the dx anymore because you knew even soda didnt like you after that.

but they didnt know. they didnt know how sad you were all the time, no matter what. one day it would get to be too much and you’d do something stupid and it would hurt johnny so much. you couldn’t put him through that—you loved him too much.

you stopped walking, sniffling as you wiped your eyes. don’t cry in public, stupid. you sighed. it had been a year since you had ended things—a year since everything good in your life had gone bad thanks to your own bullshit. 

you turned and you saw him- walking with dally and ponyboy, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jean jacket the way he always did when he was cold. you studied his face for a second, the tan of his skin and the curl of his hair. he looked the same, just as handsome, you thought as you stared—and you made eye contact with johnny. 

you saw his brown eyes fill with emotion and you felt the urge to run up to him and hug him and never let go.

so, you turned and ran as far, just as you had done last year, ignoring the ache in your legs and the tears now running down your face. you didnt know where you were going, but it needed to be away from here—away from tulsa, and most importantly your ex lover.

because you remembered it all too well.

a/n: longest thing i’ve ever wrote yeehaw!

divider creds: dollywons

[jamesdeanlvr]

ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ⊹ ࣪ ˖

hcs 4 the greasers w a reader like gordie lachance from stand by me..basically a stand by me crossover

darry curtis

sees you as a little sibling especially if you’re around gordie’s age

does NAWT let you fight in rumbles. he doesn’t like ponyboy fighting for one but you? absolutely not.

if you’re a girl aswell? zero chance sorry

unless you’re a guy and have an insane sleeper build under there it’s a no-go.

he just doesn’t want to see you get hurt

puts the gang in line if anyone makes fun of your stories or says something about you being weird

likes you since you’re quiet and actually pretty smart

he gives you(and johnny) extra when he cooks since he knows yall dont get fed

was there for u when ur brother died

he may have even been friends with ur brother and thats why u began hanging around the gang in the first place

definitely understands what ur going thru to a degree and tries to help to the best of his ability

if ur like gordie chances are ur reluctant to come to him for comfort since he already has a ton of stuff to deal with

he’d rather leave the comforting to soda but if you need him or even start seeing him as ur older brother after ur brother dies? he’s there and he makes sure you know it

lectures you after the ray brower thing but is proud of you for handling it the way you did

sodapop curtis

cool older brother(friend) soda

so supportive of you writing

begs you to read your work to the gang or to let him read something of yours

if you say no he won’t press it again

loves you hanging with ponyboy because he thinks you’re a good influence

immediately checks on you when he hears abour your older brother

comforts you like he does with pony

lets you get food from the dx when you come by since he knows your parents lowkey dgaf about you enough to feed you

gives your parents the nastiest side eye when he sees them

probably tries to help you write but he’s dogshit

him and steve defend you from eyeball and his gang

freaking tf out when u lowkey vanished for 2 days

like ???????

first pony then u

and last time someone up and left with no words two people died so don’t you pull than on him again

probably cried

please tell him the pie story oh my god

sees u as pony 2.0 cz u are

ponyboy curtis

thats twin fr

you two shyly read your stories to eachother and give feedback

he would NOT groove with the pie story thing sorry idk

genuinely so happy he found someone like him!!!

imagine just sitting at the dining room table and silently writing stories while the gang is yelling about whatever

if you read? even better! you two can nerd out about books

if not? he’ll lend you some of his books if you don’t have any at home

pairs up with you for english projects immediately

he MAYBE MAYBE MAYBEEEE let you know about him writing the outsiders for english

possibly let you read over parts of it/asks for feedback(he doesn’t let you see the sadder/more personal parts though, of course.)

perhaps comparing johnny cade to southern gentleman had even been your idea initially

less keen to share poems/his writing with you after windrixville since its more personal

if you told him about the deer he’s get it 100%

two options for when denny dies)

a. pre curtis parents death

b. post curtis parents death

a. he has NO idea what to do and if you stay crying he stiffly pats your back and says he’s sorry for your loss.

probably gets his mom or one of his brothers to help cz he doesn’t know what to do

if you miss school because of what happened he’ll do your homework for you/help you catch up if you’re struggling

he’s so impatient but since someone just died he’ll actually be nice

b. much more helpful

still not good at comforting people

but he does give some pretty good advice about dealing with grief

lets you know you’re not alone in how you feel

reads you some stuff he wrote after his parents died

makes sure you eat and drink

also does your homework for you without asking

tries to act like his brothers/do what they did that helped him during the period after his parents death

HATES ur parents and they hate him too. nastiest stank eye EVER directed at them.

can’t do much about your situation at home and feels bad about it

just lets you know he’s there

freaks out when u leave

especially post windrixville

probably wanted to see ray brower with you

SO impressed by u scaring off eyeball chambers and ace merril

thinks you’re so tuff for holding a gun

admires you

mad at you post windrixville because you knew he’s be worried

his anger doesn’t last long tho

please tell him about chopper he will genuinely be terrified

dallas winston

probably laughs if he ever hears any of your stories

thinks the pie story is the funniest shit ever i cannot lie

secretly thinks your writing is impressive but won’t say anything about it

messes your hair up all the time just for the heck of it

you and johnny just sit there silently while he yaps about shit

jumps to defend you from socs

if you get hurt someone is dying

if he tells you about new york or something and he sees that you based one of your stories around it he actually really appreciates it but won’t say anything except a “cool” or “tuff”

exaggerates so much shit because he knows you find it interesting

probably has gotten into it with ur old man a couple of times

probably friends with ace merril and them and if not he HATES them.

either way he gets them to leave you alone

probably the most chill about what you fid. was definitely worried but wont say anything

flips his lid when he heard about the train anything

if you tell him about the leech thing he is NOT letting it go

johnny cade

thinks you’re chill

probably likes u since he likes pony and yall are pretty similar

digs your writing/asks you to read to him like pony.

wasn’t made when he heard about u disappearing for days just confused and concerned

like that is such a horrible idea

and you atleast should have brought him! he would actually think to bring food(unlike your friends)

do not tell him about the train dodging think he is shaking in his jeans

really admires how you handled the ray thing

doesn’t like hearing about it tho because it makes him sad(obviously)

if you need a break from your parents you can share the couch in the lot with him

probably thinks ur adventure sounded really fun

you hate playing baseball with him bc he always wins

steve randle

i know i said someone would die if they messed with you w dallas

but this is so serious

steve thinks of you like a sibling

probably chases you and is like “look out! im a train”

darry shuts him up with one look

genuinely thinks your writing is the funniest shit ever

not in a mean way but he loves ur funny stories

lets u grab random food from the dx like soda but he doesn’t pay it back

takes u to monster truck things with him n soda

lowkey asks u to help him with homework

not good at comforting people he is so emotionally constipated

spends more time with u after ur brother dies

offers to teach u how to fix cars

whole time he just wants to distract u and make u happy

you BET he is so concerned when you return after being missing.

spins u around like pony

if you have eggs or a spoon he’ll make sure not to let u drop them tho🥹

you have to beg him not to give the older kids who picked on u a beating

probably flips when he hears that you handled a gun

says you’re way too young(you are)

doesn’t lecture you but is very disapproving of that aspect

two bit mathews

annoying older brother core

steals u a nice pen or something from the store for u to write with

yeah he was freaking out when u left. he wanted to look but didn’t know where to look

soo happy when u get back probably slings u over his shoulder or sum

i don’t think he’d be like steve and joke about the train part

but he’s deffo make jokes about ur trip

especially chopper or the leech thing

never the serious parts though

actually quite good at comforting people

whether you need to talk about ur brother or ur parents or even ray he’s there

his couch is always open if you just need a break

yall watch mickey mouse tg. peak bonding

you’re always tagging along when he does dumb crap

definitely ready to attack anyone who tries to hurt you

probably walks u to and fro school since you basically have a target on your back for the brower thing

divider by @/suupersonic

a/n: i need to watch this movie again but it makes me so sadd. writing this made me sad so yea never again. lowkey rushed

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴡᴇꜱᴛ ᴇɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟꜱ!˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

ponyboy x soc reader oneshot

wc: 1119

ponyboy was sitting in a booth at the local diner, sharing fries with johnny as dally went on about some girl he hooked up with at buck’s when the door opened and a bell jingled, signaling someone entering the building.

ponyboy turned to glance at the person entering, desperate to direct his attention to something other than dally’s gross story. he expected some old woman or a dad and his daughter—what he didn’t expect was you waltzing into the diner in your ballet flats and fancy dress—looking like an angel on earth. and when you walked past and he got a whiff of your perfume? he nearly fainted. 

 “who’s that?” pony inquired, dreamily watching as you perched on a stool elegantly, talking to the service staff and giggling.

“what,you interested in her?” dally asked, blowing smoke from his cigarette as he followed pony’s gaze, eyes landing on you.

“no, i’ve just never seen her around here before.” pony said, shrugging.

“she’s a soc, i heard she just moved  from cali or somethin’. one of them valley girls.” johnny chimed in before going back to devouring his fries at an ungodly speed.

“yeah, she ain’t interested in greaser trash like us. we don’t got daddy’s money. just forget it, man. you don’t have a shot.” dally said casually,.

“i’m not interested in her! ‘was just askin.” ponyboy defiantly said slamming his hands down on the table. a couple people glanced over at the commotion, one of them being you. you curiously turned in your seat, smiling at ponyboy when you met his gaze. he blushed and akwardly smiled back.

god, he was whipped.

——-

“pony?” soda called for the millionth time, waving his hand infront of his little brothers face.

the gang was spread out in the curtis living room, pony sitting at the end of the couch with a book he hadn’t opened the entire time in his lap, too busy daydreaming about you.

“huh?” 

“finally. what’s gotten into ya?” soda inquired, ruffling his brothers hair playfully.

“he’s daydreaming about his soc girlfriend, that’s what.” dally said, grinning as pony glared at him, the younger boy’s cheeks reddening.

“pony’s got a girlfriend?” steve said as if it were the hardest thing to believe in the world, looking at pony incredulously.

“and she’s a soc! man, give me five.” two bit said, holding his hand up infront of pony and frowning when he left him hanging.

“ain’t my girlfriend!” pony protested, slapping two bits hand away and crossing his arms, face flushing.

“you sure was eyein’ her like she is.” dally said, laughing goofily.

johnny chuckled and pony side eyed the boy, johnny biting his lip to hold in his laughter.

“i wasnt eyein’ her…” pony mumbled 

“sure, sure.” dally replied.

“aw, loverboy pony!” soda said, patting his shoulder as steve snorted.

“whats the lucky lady’s name?”  steve asked, raising his eyebrows when dally told him.

“aiming high there, little buddy.” steve remarked.

“pony and…sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…” two bit began before pony jumped off the couch and tackled him.

—

“pick your groups!” your english teacher instructed as immediate chatter filled the classroom, people moving desks and flocking to their friends exictedly.

pony sat to the side, away from the chaos. johnny hadn’t come to school today, and none of his other friends were in his english class. he figure he’d end up stuck with some nerdy kid no one liked, but he didn’t really mind. that was usually what happened in this scenario.

he watched you as you stood to the side alone, watching everyone else get into groups while you remained alone. it was the second day of school and the teacher decided to put people in pairs for group projects. why? not only had you just moved, but you had skipped a grade like ponyboy, furthering your isolation.

of course, you had talked to some of the other socs and even became friends with some of the girls.not well enough to be their first pick for partners, though. the people you knew were already paired up with their boyfriends. you sighed as u watched a soc boy approaching you, some bum named rob who had tried to shoot his shot with you when he saw you around town and failed.

“i find it hard to believe a pretty girl like yourself is having trouble finding a partner for group projects.” he remarked slyly, leaning against your desk and grinning, eyeing you.

“i’m not.” you simply stated, a strained smile on your face as you looked at him.

“who’s your partner, then?” he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning smugly.

you bit your lip, looking around the room frantically for someone who was alone so you could lie and get out of this. your eyes landed on ponyboy, the brown haired boy already looking your way.

“ponyboy.” you simply stated, grinning at rob as you watched his expression morph into one of disbelief, looking at the boy.

“really? you’re working with greaser trash like that over me? look at him. im a much better option” he gestured to ponyboy, watching the entire thing unfold.

“based off of looks, he’s a better option. based off of brains, too. he skipped a grade. your body count’s higher than your gpa. why would i work with you?” you inquired, grabbing your notebook and pen from your desk, walking away from him and shyly approaching ponyboy, hopefully looking at him as you spoke.

“i can work with you, right?…” you inquired, praying he’d say yes.

“yeah, sure.” ponyboy said a little too eagerly, in disbelief you were seriously asking to work with him and not the other way around. was he dreaming?

“great, thanks. sorry about that. rob’s just weird” you said, sitting down next to him, breathing a sigh of relief.

“trust me, i know.” he said, grinning as you giggled.

“so…your place or mine?” you said. drumming your fingers on your notebook.

“um…my house. my folks dont let me go to other people’s places, yknow.” pony bashfully said, embarrassed that a rich girl like you would be exposed to his house.

“oh,okay. that works. your brother’s darry, right? he fixed my folks roof, he’s real nice.” you remarked. a beat of silence passed before you spoke once again.

“so…right after school works for you?”

“uh, yeah. that’s fine.” pony said, grinning akwardly at you as the bell rang.

“awesome! i’ll just walk home with you, then?” you suggested hopefully.

“yeah. see you then.” pony said, getting up and grabbing his things.

“awesome. see ya!” you said, smiling at him befoe slinging your backpack over one shoulder and heading into the hallway.

 and when pony came home with the girl everybody said he couldnt get? he had never smiled bigger in his entire life.

divider creds: cursed-carmine

a/n: this is ass but im lowk still proud of this

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ

purple gas chapter 2

wc: 316

“we got company.” ponyboy stated as johnny walked in the door carrying a box full of items, setting it down on the table.

“whaddya mean?” johnny said, cocking an eyebrow as he began taking out items from the crate.

pony gestured to the girl passed out on the floor, johnny’s jean jacket now under her head.

“man, what happened? she alright?” johnny said, walking over to pony and looking at the girl, leaning over her.

“i dunno. i woke up and saw her looking at me and she screamed and then she fell and hit ‘er head.”

pony shrugged.

“you really scared her, then?” johnny said, teasingly to pony.

“man, quit it.” pony said, crossing his arms.

a beat passed.

“she’s pretty.” johnny remarked, sitting down next to pony.

“yeah, real pretty. and i might justa killed her” pony mumbled, staring at the girl.

“aw, cmon pone. don’t be like that. she ain’t bleeding or nothin’ is she?”

“no.” pony huffed 

“besides, i got ya something.” johnny said, rummaging through the crate and pulling out a copy of Gone With the Wind 

“whee! a paperback copy of Gone with the Wind! How’d you know I always wanted to read this book?” Pony asked, excitedly jumping up and approaching Johnny.

Johnny reddened.

"I remembered you sayin' something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie,'member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something."

"gee, thanks.” Pony said, setting the book down.

“shh!” johnny suddenly said, eyes focused on the female figure laying down next to pony.

“huh?” pony said, turning around and watching the girl stir.

“crap, man. what do we do?” johnny whispered, looking at pony with wide eyes.

“how should i know?” pony whisper-shouted, watching as the girl opened her eyes.

“ ‘least you didn’t kill her.” johnny remarked.

you sat up.

“hey, guys.”

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢɪʀʟ!.ೀ

general modern hcs for the gang!

starting off..

steve and soda 100% watched the notebook together and cried

they’re crying together on the couch after the film is over and darry walks in with groceries and he’s like ?????

anytime someone mentions the names allie or noah after that steve flinches like he was physically wounded

speaking of movies soda 100% loves hannah montana

he watched it with his mom and it was his favorite thing ever

he still tears up when the climb comes on

once steve put “is love island even good?” in sodas insta notes for shiggles and every single girl in his school responded

steve was flabbergasted

if ponyboy doesn’t already have parental controls on his phone you bet darry is putting them on there when he becomes his guardian

i’ve seen multiple people say this but they have a communal netflix

pony 100% has a kids profile until he’s 16 and hates it

he just watches whatever he wants on sodas profile and he never notices

until one day steve is like “soda why are you watching breaking bad???”

uh oh! ponyboy got busted

ponyboy is 100% a film bro and writes incredibly long and pretentious letterboxd reviews

despite this his number one in his top five is hamilton or some bs

musical ponyboy has my heart i know he loves mamma mia and la la land

he honestly isn't too bad of a singer

soda caught him dancing to blank space and still makes fun of his to this day

i think aside from musicals he also probably secretly likes basic white girl music like look at that boy and tell me he wouldnt like olivia rodrigo

party in the usa was his favorite song when he was little

i think johnny loves music but isn’t as big on films

he pretty much listens to anything but i feel like he naturally gravitates towards sadder music like bon iver or something

do not let this child hear ethel cain🥹

dally has male manipulator music taste like he listens to deftones and radiohead sorry

one of those guys that threatens to kill your entire family if you like taylor swift

i know in the book buck is blasting hank williams 24/7 and dallas is always at his parties but i think dally would hate country music

do not play country girl shake it for me infront of him

probably blasts music obnoxiously loud in his car

two bit has ass music taste and by default is banned from aux due to him playing we are charlie kirk

i don’t see him as a music guy but he probably likes obnoxious music like the beastie boys or something

steve likes divorced dad rock i know he listens to limp bizkit and bon jovi

blasts it in the garage at work when no one’s there

johnny secretly loves peanuts(tv show)

him and pony watch it together sometimes

speaking of peanuts pony is allergic

he just seems like he would be

he also seems like he’d eat almond joys and mounds

he gets the best out of halloween because he gets the shit no one wants and eats all of it

he then throws it all up later because he ate way too fast

he’s a mildly picky eater with everything but candy

hates pickles but he drinks plain milk

dallas loves johnny from cobra kai so much

they still say tuff

when he plays punch buggy dally punches HARD

sometimes he says punchbuggy just to hit people even if there isn't a vw beetle there

johnny has one book and it is the perks of being a wallflower

it is his prized possession and the only person he let read it is pony

dallas voted for kanye when he ran for president

sylvia is the QUEEN of reposting ihatemybf tiktoks

reposted so many of them when dallas was away

darry chugs redbull like it’s water but would skin soda and pony alive if they drank any

pony 100% had a fnaf phase

i also think he has one of those tiktok accounts the vagueposts really deppressing stuff and no one knows its him

he has amassed 50k followers on that account

if johnny somehow had a phone he would be DEEP into nichetok

two bit is an avid insta reels user

overall they’re just as stupid in 2025🙂

credit to dollywons for the header at the top!

[andescandieses]

i have some additional hcs inspired by yours!

i feel like steve listens to metallica…………..

also imo johnny likes to listen to indie rock like surf curse and arctic monkeys……….

for some reason i feel like two-bit would listen to msi?? like he's not telling anyone that, he'll let them think he's js chronically unserious but i feel like he listens to msi.

steves fyp is just full of sports edits and those reddit stories like 'my mom killed my grandpa and lied to me about it for 17 years' with the baking videos behind em, with the occasional rich dude car flex

darry's is full of that 'dark psychology' 'if they do these three things they're a psychopath' bullshit

sodapop definitely vapes some disgusting 'watermelon mango blue raspberry tropical coconut menthol ice' shit and he fucking loves it (darry hates it)

two bit also voted for kanye

ponyboy read the fault in our stars and cried so hard he woke up dallas (it was midday when he finished it, dal was just asleep?) then he tried to find another john green book and realized they're all the damn same and it pisses him off (totally not projecting)

johnny loves true crime podcasts

two bit listens to alpha male podcasts (ironically, he's the biggest damn feminist ever. he almost never talks abt it tho bc of the 'performative male' thing, but he hates hearing locker room talk and has probably hit at least two people bc of that. all hail ms mathews)

sodapop loves volunteering at bake sales n animal shelters n things

alr put this on one of my own hc lists but steve's totally a stoner

darry and two bit both love cool ranch doritos but everyone else hates them

lactose intolerant darry (i just love the irony)

steve, soda and two bit were all INVESTED on the drake/kendrick beef

sodapop definitely owns a pair of (fake) yeezys

ponyboy made fun of trisha paytas son aquaman's name and got flamed horrifically

slightly off topic but curly shepard fucking LOOOVVEESSS saying 'is it because i'm black' oh my god he's like a broken record

[jamesdeanlvr]

these r so funny the trisha paytas thing oh my godd😭😭i know ponyboy is messy as hell online and is always fighting for his LIFE in comment sections. he gets ragebaited SO easily he would love argument threads on twitter if darry allowed him to have it(no chance)

[jamesdeanlvr]

someone olease request something😭

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢɪʀʟ!.ೀ

general modern hcs for the gang!

starting off..

steve and soda 100% watched the notebook together and cried

they’re crying together on the couch after the film is over and darry walks in with groceries and he’s like ?????

anytime someone mentions the names allie or noah after that steve flinches like he was physically wounded

speaking of movies soda 100% loves hannah montana

he watched it with his mom and it was his favorite thing ever

he still tears up when the climb comes on

once steve put “is love island even good?” in sodas insta notes for shiggles and every single girl in his school responded

steve was flabbergasted

if ponyboy doesn’t already have parental controls on his phone you bet darry is putting them on there when he becomes his guardian

i’ve seen multiple people say this but they have a communal netflix

pony 100% has a kids profile until he’s 16 and hates it

he just watches whatever he wants on sodas profile and he never notices

until one day steve is like “soda why are you watching breaking bad???”

uh oh! ponyboy got busted

ponyboy is 100% a film bro and writes incredibly long and pretentious letterboxd reviews

despite this his number one in his top five is hamilton or some bs

musical ponyboy has my heart i know he loves mamma mia and la la land

he honestly isn't too bad of a singer

soda caught him dancing to blank space and still makes fun of his to this day

i think aside from musicals he also probably secretly likes basic white girl music like look at that boy and tell me he wouldnt like olivia rodrigo

party in the usa was his favorite song when he was little

i think johnny loves music but isn’t as big on films

he pretty much listens to anything but i feel like he naturally gravitates towards sadder music like bon iver or something

do not let this child hear ethel cain🥹

dally has male manipulator music taste like he listens to deftones and radiohead sorry

one of those guys that threatens to kill your entire family if you like taylor swift

i know in the book buck is blasting hank williams 24/7 and dallas is always at his parties but i think dally would hate country music

do not play country girl shake it for me infront of him

probably blasts music obnoxiously loud in his car

two bit has ass music taste and by default is banned from aux due to him playing we are charlie kirk

i don’t see him as a music guy but he probably likes obnoxious music like the beastie boys or something

steve likes divorced dad rock i know he listens to limp bizkit and bon jovi

blasts it in the garage at work when no one’s there

johnny secretly loves peanuts(tv show)

him and pony watch it together sometimes

speaking of peanuts pony is allergic

he just seems like he would be

he also seems like he’d eat almond joys and mounds

he gets the best out of halloween because he gets the shit no one wants and eats all of it

he then throws it all up later because he ate way too fast

he’s a mildly picky eater with everything but candy

hates pickles but he drinks plain milk

dallas loves johnny from cobra kai so much

they still say tuff

when he plays punch buggy dally punches HARD

sometimes he says punchbuggy just to hit people even if there isn't a vw beetle there

johnny has one book and it is the perks of being a wallflower

it is his prized possession and the only person he let read it is pony

dallas voted for kanye when he ran for president

sylvia is the QUEEN of reposting ihatemybf tiktoks

reposted so many of them when dallas was away

darry chugs redbull like it’s water but would skin soda and pony alive if they drank any

pony 100% had a fnaf phase

i also think he has one of those tiktok accounts the vagueposts really deppressing stuff and no one knows its him

he has amassed 50k followers on that account

if johnny somehow had a phone he would be DEEP into nichetok

two bit is an avid insta reels user

overall they’re just as stupid in 2025🙂

credit to dollywons for the header at the top!

[scoopstroopog]

"mike was the first person to treat el with kindness and like a human being"

put some respect on his fucking name please

[teacups-diary]

Crossover!! (Stand by Me x The Outsiders) (HEADCANONS)

Notes: I had no ideas but it was fun, and pretend Stand by Me is set in Tulsa okay, let me live, ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Okay, do we all know what I'm going to say, no? Okay then I'm saying it now, Gordie and Ponyboy are the best of friends, good morning everyone (I'm just saying words to say them sorry)

And Gordie and Ponyboy write little books or pieces together (future Gordie and Ponyboy publish together which I think is a cute idea)

Ace Merril and Buck Merril siblings, thank you

Dallas and Ace bump into each other at Bucks and hate each others guts, both make it very loudly known to everyone that they know, and everyone can very easily say 'oh those two, the ones who hate each other completely' and the two love it

Teddy works with Soda and Steve at the dx, does anyone else envision this? Just me? Okay, fine

Teddy likes to fuck around with the car pieces and ruin stuff so Steve has more to work on because he knows it makes Steve happy to work on cars and such, so giving him more to do makes him content

And Soda likes how spontaneous Teddy is and how childish he can be, Sodapop invites him to drag racing everytime him and Steve go out and do that

Two-Bit who ends up making fun of Vern literally constantly much like the others which is entertaining (I have no clue, I just wanted Vern to be included)

I'm already running out of ideas, how, what the fart guys

I see Darry being good friends with Eyeball Chambers, Soda and Ponyboy who end up being friends with Chris Chambers insist he shouldn't be friends with Eyeball but hey, that's the only Greaser friend apart from the main gang that stayed with Darrel through the whole of high school

Unfortunately I see someone like Johnny being the one to have been picking blue berries with the kid who ended up dying

Tim Shepard is also a friend of Ace, giggles at Dallas for not liking him and of course pushes the fact even more by telling each of them what the other said about them (evil)

[jamesdeanlvr]

JOHNNY AND RAY BEING FRIEND SNOOO☹️☹️

[jamesdeanlvr]

ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

purple gas chapter 1

wc:931

windrixville was a scarce town, long ago forgotten in the wake of tulsa, leaving only a few hundred residents. among those residents was you. your great great great great grandfather had been the first man to settle in windrixville, building the very house and farm you were on right now, nursing his children and raising his family in rural solitude.

his job hadn’t made him much money or company. but still, your family continued the tradition, raising their children on the ranch and never questioning a thing, never having bigger goals than to raise cattle and bear children. 

and sure, that was a fine living. you weren’t ashamed of your origins, no. you simply wanted more—to move out of the middle of nowhere, maybe move to a big city, make something of yourself. you didn’t bother bringing up higher aspirations to your father because you knew what he would say—you’re a girl, a farm one at that. you ain’t smart enough to do anything but feed pigs and water plants.

so, you obeyed your father. despite this, you hated having to do what you were told without question. you hated having to be nice to everyone, no matter how they acted towards you in the name of ‘southern hospitality’. still, you did it. you were the golden girl of windrixville—kind,pretty, and quiet. everyone loved you

no one knew the real you, though. no one knew how you wished for a proper education .no one knew how you dreamed of city lights and finer living. no one knew how you’d sit on the pews of the old dusty church a couple miles from your house and pray to god to get you out of windrixville, how you’d scribble in your notebook whatever came to mind, pretending your reality was different.

you had loved reading and writing ever since you were a little girl, but of course, the local library’s limited selection didn’t give you much to work with. so, you started writing your own stories for entertainment. soon enough, you had notebooks full of stories stuffed under your bed, known to no one but yourself and god.

you were determined to get out of this town somehow, so you wrote your way out.

you were determined to get out of this town somehow, so you wrote your way out.

as thoughts filled your head, clatter filled your room as you removed beer cans from your hair, dropping onto the wooden floor of your room with a clank. you shook your head, looking at the soft curls that had formed in your hair. 

you couldn’t afford nice clothes or makeup or perfume. the closest thing you’d get to luxury was empty cans and the diluted vanilla extract you secretly sprinkled on your clothing to make you smell a little girly. the most fun you had ever had was daydreaming of meeting a cute boy and running away with him. 

you were restless. your life wasn’t enough, but you made the most of what you had.

you put on your cowgirl boots and grabbed your notebook and a pencil, shutting the door behind you as you exited the house. you shivered as you felt the chill of the oklahoman fall, tucking your hands in your pockets and walking down the long path leading to the streets.

you absentmindedly hummed a tune by patsy cline as you walked, admiring the sun rising and the pretty colors that painted the horizon. you snapped your fingers, softly smiling when you saw the old church come into view. 

you had been writing a story, something about a farm boy saving a princess—you planned on working on it in the church. 

you climbed up the hill, approaching the church happily. you sauntered through the doorway, the weathered wood creaking under your feet and dust coating your boots. you came to an adrupt stop when the sight of someone laying on the floor came into view. you froze, inspecting the body.

it was a guy—he was curled up with a jean jacket draped over him. he didnt look dead. was he dead? was he homeless? both? on the run from the police? all three?

you couldn’t see his face well from the angle you were at.

you took a cautious step closer, cringing when the wood creaked under your weight. you squatted infront of the boy. his chest was rising and falling...not dead,good. and he was… kind of , really handsome? score! 

but why was he here? with how little amount of visitors windrixville has, you think you’d recognize him if he had visited before…especially with a haircut like that.

your eyebrows furrowed when u spotted something written in dust next to his face. you stood up, trying to read the boxy handwriting.

“be back soon - johnny.” it read. all right, so there was someone else. you’d better get out of here before johnny comes back. but you felt bad leaving him here…and besides, this was your spot. they infiltrated your territory. does a man wave the white flag when an enemy challenges him? no. but you weren’t a man and you didn’t own the church.

before you could figure out your moral dilemma, you heard the stirring of the figure next to you. you quickly turned, watching the boy groan and slowly open his eyes, sitting up. he looked around the room, his gaze finally landing on you.

and of course, you freaked.

you yelped, backing away and tripping over your own feet, falling and conking your head on one of the pews.

the world went black.

a/n did i cook or what

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴏᴋʟᴀʜᴏᴍᴀ⋆.𐙚˚

dallas winston x country reader fluff in which reader patches him up after a fight!

note: country reader is so special to me!! this is ahh but wtv

wc: 873

dallas panted, leaning against the cold, hard brick wall of bucks house as his head pounded, knuckles split and lip busted. the stench of copper filled the air as he touched his head, the blood from a cut on his forehead dying his blonde hair red and dripping down the side his face.

his fingers dug into the rough brick as he stumbled, gripping the wall for support as he began walking, passing the body of his victim—he had bumped into a guy at buck’s party and the guy had shoved into him back, drunk out of his mind and challenging him to a fight outside—who was dallas to say no?

he let out a scoff as he walked past his opponent passed out on the concrete, the faint smell of cheap beer emanating from his bloodied figure. he ignored the sharp pain in his right knee anytime he moved his leg, only focused on the place he was heading—his own personal heaven—your home.

he limped through the muddy tulsa streets, paying no mind to the thundering in the sky or the precipitation now soaking his clothing—all he wanted was to see you, his doll, his lady.

he grinned as the sight of your house came into view, past a winding country road, hidden from the rest of the rowdy city of tulsa. you didn’t live by socs or by greasers, you lived amidst pastures and stables for the numerous animals on your farm.

he stepped onto your painted porch, the well-weathered steps creaking under his weight as he knocked on your door, leaving a red smudge where his hand made contact with the wood. he slouched against the wall, his body aching.

then the door opened and revealed you—sweet southern you—in all your glory with your pink hair curlers and your too-short silk nightgown with your fuzzy slippers.

your freckled face morphed into an expression of concern as you assessed your boyfriend’s condition, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at him through your long eyelashes

“dally!” you said, oklahoman twang peaking through your concerned voice as you gently grabbed his arm, perfectly manicured nails wrapping around his wrist as you tugged the soaking boy inside, drenching your welcome mat

“hey, doll.” dallas said in his soft new york accent, grinning as he watched you scramble around, trying to find a towel to dry him off with.

you find a light pink towel, draping it around his shoulders.

“lord, you’re freezing and all beat up.” you remarked as you let dally to your couch, not caring for the mud he was tracking through the house.

“what can i say? i really wanted to see my lady” dallas remarked, spreading his legs wide as he sat down.

you shot him a look, bending down to rummage through a drawer and look for your first aid kit.

“it ain’t funny, dallas. you’re gonna get yourself killed one day if you don’t be careful.” you chide, sitting on his lap as you gently cup his jaw, dabbing a cut with rubbing alcohol as his hands rested on ur waist

“aw, cmon doll. i didn’t start it this time. he challenged me.” dallas remarked, eyes scanning over your face as u bit ur lip in concentration, taping up a cut on his cheek

“i don’t give a damn how the fight started. i just don’t like seeing my man coming all bruised to my doorstep all the time.” you mumble, brushing his hair out of his face as you look at him intently, sliding off of his lap and onto the couch next to him.

“hey, cmere.” dallas said, pulling you back onto his lap, hand resting on your thigh as he kissed you gently, giving you the closest thing you’d ever get to an apology from dallas winston.

you pulled back, wiping some of your lip mask from his lips with a gentle smile, eyes shining as you looked at him like he wasn’t one of the most feared people in tulsa, like he hadn’t just come from nearly beating a guys head in. you looked at him like he hung the stars, like you loved him.

because you did.

you kissed his cheek, leaning against him as u rested ur head in the crook of his neck, smelling like leather and cigarette smoke and the love of your life.

“i wish you were more careful, yknow” you mumbled, warm breath fanning against his neck as his hands rested on your lower back.

“i know.” he said softly, lighting a cigarette. you sighed contentedly, the sound of rain outside and the feeling of dallas’ chest moving as he breathed lulling you to sleep.

you closed your eyes, warmth seeping through your bones as your body went limp against his. you knew he’d be gone in the morning, but you didn’t mind. dallas winston was a puzzle of a man, and you were the closest anyone ever came to figuring him out. you didn’t understand all of his behavior, and you didn’t need to because dallas winston was yours. he was breathing and alive and you loved him and he loved you back—and that was enough.

you had never loved anyone as quite as much as him.

creds 4 dividers: dollywons @cursed-carmine

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prologue

wc:80

“mama…i don’t wanna sleep. can you read me a story?” the little boy asked, looking up at you with his green eyes as he grabbed onto the sleeve of your shirt.

 “me? i thought you liked daddy’s stories?” you said grinning, brushing his brown hair from out of his face.

“daddy’s stories are too long..i fall asleep before i know the ending.” he pouted.

you chuckled.

“all right then, johnny. i’ll tell you a story.”

and so you began…

[jamesdeanlvr]

ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ɢᴀꜱ𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

a ponyboy x reader series

synposis: a bedtime story, a burning church, and a lifelong love. a farmer’s daughter and a greaser boy fall head-over-heels for eachother within a week. what happens when a cruel twist of fate threatens to tear them apart?

warnings: canon typical violence/death, ANGST, running away, mild swearing, grief

playlist aka reader’s vibe

moodboard

chapters:

prolouge

chapter 1

chapter 2…