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☆.「 A Heart Full Of Tears 」.☆

“There’s a place where lovers go…

to cry their troubles away.”

Synopsis…! You never thought you’d fall for someone like him. A Greaser. He never thought he’d ever have a chance with you. A Soc. But your two worlds inevitably collide, changing your lives like a star exploding. Until it all goes down in a flaming mess.

a/n…! Apologies for the fact the girl in the mood board at the end isn’t very racially ambiguous… I couldn’t fit enough photos w/o taking up other needed spaces😞

w/c…! 1900+ words

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July 14th, 1964.

The sun was high in the sky of Tulsa as you walked around, shoes tapping against the pavement of the sidewalk.

You know you shouldn’t be walking around like this alone, but you’re confident your mother is only exaggerating the things she says about the people on this side of town. How they’re “hoods” and “violent.” Sure, you’ve seen what they’re capable of, but you also know there’s a big difference between those who are greasers by choice and greasers by chance.

Meeting Johnny Cade is what solidifies your opinion.

When you stepped into the local diner – one of your favorite spots – he quickly caught your eye. His shaggy black hair, honey skin, big black eyes. It all made your heart stutter.

But you put on a straight face nonetheless.

You take your seat on a barstool, waving over a waitress so you can order a milkshake.

And all the while, Johnny is looking at you.

Your smile, your hair, your eyes, your laugh, your lips; they’ve all been the center of his mind for a long while.

Dally and Pony’s jokes and words fall upon deaf ears, his body and soul occupied by the Soc girl a couple meters away.

“Ay, Johnnycakes, anyone home?” Dally taps his finger against Johnny’s forehead, immediately pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, just, uh, spaced out..” He replies, fighting to keep his gaze from the girl he’s been infatuated with for months.

“You sure about that, man? You’ve been awful quiet.” Ponyboy adds.

Johnny can only sigh, his gaze fixed on a girl he’ll never have. You.

When you eventually leave the diner, your mind is still stuck on Johnny – as it always has.

But you’ve hardly taken ten steps before you hear the jingle of the door opening behind you. You turn, only to see a familiar face. Big black eyes. Honey skin. That goddamn scar.

Johnny.

Your eyes lock. His friend shoves him forward, Dallas Winston, you note. Suddenly he’s standing before you in all his glory. His shy, beautiful glory.

“Hey, uhm, I-I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to go see a movie sometime?”

His question catches you off guard. He wants me to see a movie with him? you think to yourself.

For several seconds, you’re stunned into silence and he thinks you’re going to reject him. Call him a filthy hood and spit on his shoes. But your response shocks him even more.

“I’d love to.”

December 1st, 1964.

Nearly five months.

That’s how long you and Johnny have been going steady, and oh, how amazing it’s been.

He showers you with love and compliments 24/7, hands always holding your hips or waist or hand. It surprises you, considering the way he was raised.

And surprisingly, your parents have been accepting of your relationship. He’s allowed to stay over when his parents are fighting and he’s caught in the crossfire, they always make extra food for him at dinner, and your older brother even lent you some old clothes for him.

It’s perfect.

One night, you and Johnny are cuddling in your bed. His arms are wrapped around your body, his hands tracing patterns on your skin as you lay your head on his chest. Never in your life have you felt so loved, so happy. He’s the light of your life. Your everything.

“I love you, Johnny.” You mutter suddenly.

He looks down at you in surprise, and for a moment, you think you’ve ruined it all.

But then his features soften. Those big eyes of his, going from wide-eyed shock to loving gentleness in moments.

“I love you too, baby.” He murmurs in return.

You look up at him, eyes meeting. A small smile graces your lips, one full of the kindness and love he’s grown used to.

You’re his whole world. His sun, his moon, his stars — the air he breathes, the grass he touches.

The two of you lean in, lips locking. It's soft. Sweet. Not like the way you see other greasers kiss their girls. More like he’s savoring you, as if you’ll disappear the moment he pulls back.

But you don’t.

And that’s why he loves you.

When everyone else would have left, you stayed.

April 7th, 1965.

“He did what?!” You yell over the phone, voice breaking at the words Dallas has just confessed to you.

“Yeah, they’ve, uh, ran away... Don’t know what else to tell ya, man. They may not ever come back, to be honest.” Dallas replies.

You can’t believe what you’ve heard. Johnny – your Johnny – killed a Soc? Sweet, soft, kind Johnny? It’s shocking.

Sure, you’ve seen him get into fights, yell and look more like a rabid wolf than a small puppy, but him taking a life?

It makes you sick to your stomach.

Dallas gives you the rest of the details, to steer clear of cops and all that. But the moment he hangs up, you're breaking down.

Tears you’d been holding back for too long stream down your cheeks, loud hiccups and sobs leaving you. Your knees buckle and you land on your floor with a thud.

Your darling, wonderful Johnny may be sent to prison for manslaughter.

The following day, you go visit the Curtis household, a tin of homemade chocolate cupcakes in your hands. It surely won't make up for the disappearance of Pony and Johnny, but it may provide comfort.

You take a deep breath and rap your hand against the door softly.

It’s Darry who opens the door.

He murmurs your name, voice full of disbelief and clear exhaustion.

“What are you doing here?” He adds, motioning for you to enter.

Everyone is there. Dally. Steve. Soda. Two-Bit. All but two familiar faces. It makes your heart break.

“I just… I-I just wanted to stop by. See how y’all are doin’.” You say, ignoring the way your voice cracks with emotion. Your hands tremble as they grasp the tupperware in your hands.

They all know the pain you’re in, feel it themselves, but only to an extent.

Johnny was someone they knew, of course. They loved him like a brother. But they never did – and never will – know him like you do.

Without speaking another word, Darry pulls you into his arms, allowing you the freedom to sob against him.

It hurts, seeing someone so bright lose their spark.

At the end of the day, after spending hours at the Curtis’ place – reminiscing, talking, bonding – you decide to go home. But you’re hardly out of the door when Dallas pulls you aside.

“Hey, uh, by the way, I’m plannin’ on goin’ to see Johnny and Pony later this week.”

“You know where they are?!”

“Yes, doll, I know where they are. But you can’t know.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette, like he’s bored.

“You should write Johnny a letter. I’ll give it over to ‘im and stuff.”

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears at his statement.

“Of- Of course, yes. I'll bring it over tomorrow.” You say.

With a single nod as a goodbye, you walk over to your car, sliding into the driver’s seat.

That night, you write your letter.

But your words are never read.

April 15th, 1965.

The fire.

The church.

The letter.

Johnny.

Not much aside from those things have been occupying your mind.

A week has passed since they ran away.

A day has passed since the fire.

An hour has passed since you last saw Johnny.

You currently sit on the couch at the Curtis house, biting your nails like crazy. There’s a rumble tonight, against the Socs. Dally told you, Two-Bit and Pony that they’re gonna beat them. For Johnny, he said. It’d only hurt your heart more.

Hours pass. Then the door swings open. You watch as Darry, Two-Bit, Steve and Soda all file into the room, but there’s two people missing.

“Where’s Dallas and Pony?” You ask.

“Not sure. Maybe went to see Johnny.” Two-Bit replies, already grabbing a beer from the fridge.

After about a half hour, the door opens again. Pony’s beaten face appears in the doorway.

“Hey, where ya been?” Darry murmurs. No response.

“Hey, Pony.. whats wrong?”

You stare at the boy, your throat tight with emotion.

The first words out of his mouth leave your already cracking heart in pieces.

“Johnny’s dead. Told him about beatin’ the socs.”

You don't register another word that comes out of his mouth. The whole world goes blank, your entire mind crashing down on you.

“Johnny’s dead.”

June 15th, 1965.

Your soft hands brush over the rough stone you’re sitting on, a small tremble in your touch.

It’s been exactly two months since Johnny died. Since Dally killed himself and your world was flipped upside down.

You’re currently sitting on his gravestone. He’s lucky he even got one, to be honest. The only words carved on the surface are his name and the day he died.

“Johnathan Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.”

The sight leaves you weak.

He was more than just a name. A date that didn't matter to most but meant everything to you. He was a friend. A brother. A son. To some, he was everything. To you he was everything.

In your hand is an envelope. Inside, the letter you wrote but never got to be heard. Countless words, left to be nothing but ink sitting on a page. Not your whole heart and soul.

You carefully open the envelope, taking the piece of parchment out with a delicacy spared for butterfly’s wings.

With a deep breath, you speak.

“To my darling Johnny,

I do hope this letter finds you well. I’m not going to beg for you to return, nor to run away with me to Texas and change our identities. All I ask is for you to listen. To hear my words and never forget them. I love you more than anything, I hope you know that. Life just isn't the same without you around so often. I see you in the dandelions growing between the cracks of concrete. I see you in the cigarettes I pass by in the D.X. I see you when I walk past the lot. The others all miss you greatly. Pony, too. Darry’s been worried sick about him. Won’t eat or sleep, Soda said. Tell Pony he oughta make up with him if he ever comes back. I wish I got to say goodbye. I know there’s a chance I’ll never see you again, never hear you laugh or speak or feel your hand in mine, so I’ll tell you what I never got to. I was hoping to marry you, Johnny Cade. I can’t imagine my life without you. Without your dumb jokes and cheesy pick up lines. It’s just… dull, without you here. I hope that the next time I see you, I’m wrapped in your arms, with a ring on my finger and a venue already in mind. You’re my everything, Johnny. I want you to always remember, that no matter what you’re my favorite. My whole universe.

Sincerely, your darling girl.”

Tears are streaming down your cheeks by the time you’re done.

You wipe away your tears with trembling hands, before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a switch. You kneel down, placing the blade against the surface of his headstone.

By the time you leave, there’s new words on his grave.

“Johnny Cade. Died April 15th, 1965.

Died on Earth, lived in the Stars.”

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ᯓ⭒Fight like wolves,

but flee like birds .ᐟ

“There’s Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy — and then there’s their baby sister. She’s loved, sure, but do they truly ever show it? Or do they just say so and hope that it’s enough?”

Warnings ~ cursing, arguing, insinuation of sh and mental health struggles

･ ⟢ ⋮ a/n ~ This little fic is based around this fic by @jamesdeanbby !! I tried my best to make sure it isn’t the exact same, but the store scene is rlly similar 😓 🙏 also yes I am making this two parts…

w/c: 1,000+

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Life would never be easy for someone like you.

A teenage girl, living in a house constantly full of boys.

Before your parents died, it was fine; sure, you didn’t always get the newest clothes or cutest makeup, but it was enough. Because you had your mom.

Now you don’t.

And Darry is the one bringing you shopping. Darry is the one supervising what you buy. Darry, a twenty-year-old boy — no, man — is the one who watches you eye the frilly, cute dresses in the store and is the one who says no every time.

It feels as though he never even tries to understand you. He gets along with Soda and Pony just fine, because they’re boys, but you?

You’re a girl. And therefore, lesser than.

At least that’s how it feels.

Soda can go to as many rodeos as he wants, stay out as late as he wants. Pony gets praised for his smarts, he can smoke in the house whenever, he can stay at the lot and not get grounded.

You?

At the age of sixteen, you can’t stay out past 8:30. You can’t get cute skirts because they’re too expensive. You can’t go anywhere without telling Darry. You can’t get anything cute or girly. You can’t do anything.

You feel like a rat trapped in a cage. Like a bird with clipped wings.

It’s hell.

Darry never understands you. Never tried to understand you. Not before your parents died and certainly not after. He never knew what you did in your room, late at night — why your arms would suddenly be covered by sleeves despite the blistering summer heat. He never put in the effort.

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Beeps from cash registers, the pungent smell of cleaning products and terribly bright fluorescent lights overwhelm your senses. Darry’s footsteps echo beside you. Loud. Heavy. The total opposite of your own.

As you walk past the girl’s clothing section, your eyes catch on something. A skirt; pink with ruffles and lace. Your steps falter, and of course, Darry notices. His response is almost immediate.

“No.”

You look up at him, your expression shifting. That spark of excitement in your eyes burning out. He notices, but doesn’t show it.

“You know we can’t afford it, kid.” His voice is firm. Cold. That’s all it ever is around you. Not warm like it is with Soda, not calm like with Pony. He’s never treated you the way he does them.

“I know.” You reply, your own tone taking on an edge by default. But Darry, of course, can’t help getting mad.

“Would you quit that? You’re actin’ like a brat. You can’t always get what you want.”

He stares down at you, eyes stormy and voice like thunder; expecting you to argue, to make a scene like Pony would or scold him right back like Soda might.

But you don’t.

You can’t.

You just stand there, tears welling up but never falling.

He knows you’re not like Pony and Soda. You’re a girl. You’re different. Your brain is just wired differently, and he can’t seem to grasp onto the fact.

The rest of your time in the store is tense, like a taught string waiting to snap in half. Not a word is spoken from either of you; only subtle glances.

The drive home is worse.

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“You listen here young lady–!”

Darry’s voice roars throughout the small space of the living room. Moments earlier, you’d burst in, tears welling in your eyes, your expression full of frustration and betrayal.

“No! Why should I listen to you when you never listen to me?!” You yell back.

The others all stare on, the entire rest of the gang – Soda, Two-Bit, Pony, Steve – they all watch on as you and your brother argue like angry dogs.

Darry huffs, shaking his head disapprovingly. Like a dad would. Not a big brother. “Would you quit sayin’ that?! You’re actin’ like a damn child, y’know that?”

It’s like seeing someone argue with their reflection. Two people, both too stubborn to understand the other, but equally struggling. You, unheard and unseen, and Darry, placed in the position he is by chance, not choice.

“You never let me do anything! You treat me like a pest, not your sister!” You argue back.

He doesn’t say anything. Just stares. Too frustrated to snap back and not say something he’ll regret.

But you continue on; cracks in your voice, but not a single stutter.

“You don’t treat me like you do Soda and Ponyboy! You treat them like brothers, while I’m nothing but vermin!” The tears finally start falling, hot and salty against your cheeks. “You let Soda do what he wants, you praise Pony for being a genius, but what do I get? Nothing! Not a word of kindness or affection! ‘Stop pouting,’ ‘Don’t give me that look,’ ‘Calm down’! That’s all I hear—”

All Darry can do is stare at you. The room is silent aside from your rambling, each pair of eyes looking anywhere but you and Darry from their scattered positions.

“— and nothing else! I bet you wished I was in an orphanage, huh? So you wouldn’t have to deal with me an’ all my ‘childish’ wants?!”

This is what makes him snap. The idea that you think he doesn’t love you; that he doesn’t care.

“Would you shut your goddamn mouth?! You act like I don’t care, when that’s all I do! It ain’t my fault we’re broke and can’t afford your stupid skirts and dinner!”

There he goes again. Placing the blame on you, as if you aren’t the one being neglected. Tears stream down your cheeks like waterfalls, your bottom lip quivering as you try your hardest not to let out a sob; brows furrowed in a scowl. A mirror image of Darry himself.

And then you say the three words he would never wish to hear – three words that send him spiraling.

“I hate you, Darry! I wish I was never born, goddamnit!”

He freezes. Everyone does. The tension in the room reaches its peak, your words causing everyone to stop and hold their breaths.

But before he can reply, before he can apologize or argue, you’re gone. Leaving nothing but a door swinging in your wake.

Darry stares at the open door, eyes wide with emotion; regret, anger, frustration, betrayal. This is his fault and he knows it. He never made an effort to understand you. To make you feel loved. To love you in general.

Moments later, Dally and Johnny step inside, quickly noticing the tension and quietness.

“The fuck happened here? Did the girl throw another fit?” Dally drawls, a sick grin on his face.

His words are like a knife to Darry’s heart. Everyone’s silence tells him all he needs to know.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

The realization appears on his face as quick as a lightswitch flipping on.

“Oh, shit, man. What did you do, Darry?” He immediately asks, stepping further into the quiet house.

“Not enough.” Is all he can reply.

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okay so for the part 2 of my last fic, should I make Dallas book accurate or movie accurate? I can’t decide 😖

thank you @marilyn-girly for the tag!! (no I did( just change my user name what are you talking about…)

c - calypso, current joys

o - only you, mac demarco

z - zombie, the cranberries

m - methatonin, destroy boys

i - it’s okay to punch nazis, cheap perfume

x - xanny, billie eilish

x - xerces, deftones

i - i know it’s over, the smiths

e - east coast, alex g

z - zombie girl, adrianne lenker

tags: @eepy-weepy-silly

(I kid you not that is the only person I can tag I have zero moots 🥀💔)

♱ *ೃ.⋆ username tag game!

pick a song starting with each letter of your username ♡

j → jesse's girl by rick springfield. a → army dreamers by kate bush. m → más duele by andrés calamaro. e → elevator man by oingo boingo. s → spanish eyes by elvis presley. d → doll parts by hole. e → everybody loves somebody by dean martin. a → all shook up by elvis presley. n → nope your too late i already died by wifiskeleton. b → boarding school by lana del rey. b → beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon. y → yes sir, i can boogie by baccara.

tagging : ( @johnnycadesmuse , @johnnycadesslut , @twobitsblade , @r0seb100d , @kahkie )

SCHOOL IS FINALLY OVER IM FREEEEE ‼️‼️‼️

help I watched liars moon last night… WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT SHIT HAPPENS……!!!

tbh I kinda rlly wanna write smth for hiccup from httyd….😓

⭑𓂃˗ˏˋ Modern Franny

+ gang hcs! ˎˊ˗𓂃⭑

Synopsis…! I was feeling writers block all because of this stupid idea being stuck in my mind 😓

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Franny Only:

She’d 100% listen to Nirvana, The Smiths, Slipknot, Radiohead, Destroy Boys, Cheap Perfume, Alex G, Mommy Long Legs, Bikini Kill, etc.

Would be the type of person to say “name five songs” to anyone wearing a band t-shirt — it pisses dally off to no end

Actually does really well in school, probably has straight A’s and has all her friends in and outside the gang begging at her feet for the Math answers

Also an honors English girl (like me;))

Whenever you search up “grunge bedroom” on Pinterest, her room would be the poster child for those vibes

To build off of that, her style would be a very balanced mix of “modern” grunge (even tho that’s not a thing and style has nothing to do with being grunge smh…) and “real” 90’s grunge

Wears a TON of jewelry — I’m talking rings, bracelets, necklaces, anything she can get her hands on

Coffee addict

Constantly taking Polaroids of her, her friends and the gang (she has a whole album dedicated to Johnny)

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Franny + The Gang

She and Dally cause too much trouble for their own good, the kinda people that draw on desks

On top of that, Dally draws dicks everywhere. Every. Single. Surface.

The gang would very much eat up that “hitting a lick” trend from 2022-2023

Seriously, there’d be stop signs and school bathroom mirrors on their living room walls

Whenever Paul visits the school (since he peaked in high school) Franny and Two-Bit throw shit at him — books, paper balls, water bottles, anything.

Two-Bit and Dally smoke weed together

Franny also has a suspicious love for the ICarly tv show (defo has a gibby tapestry)

She is also openly a VERY big romance movie fan. Flipped, Dinner in America, The Notebook and Juno are her favs

On the other hand, Dally and Darry both secretly love romance movies. One of them will make a subtle reference to one of the movies and they just look at each other with mutual respect for said reference

Franny is obsessed w Garfield, girly has the pants, shirts, mugs, posters, it’s scary. Weirds out Dally a lot, too, but Johnny thinks it’s cute

She and Johnny meet at their local small town drag race track (in this universe, her parents aren’t total assholes n Johnny was taken by CPS so they’ve both got less shitty parents) and hit it off immediately

To build off that, they get together a lot quicker

The gang all go on annual road trips together in Darry’s mom’s old minivan (that poor car has seen some shit)

Franny still makes fun of Steve

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a/n: guys I’ve fixed my writers block are you proud of me (I hope)

Lynetta Rose Cade-Dubois

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Nicknames: Lynn, Rose, Lynney, Netta

Age: 18 as of 1965, just after the book

Birthday: May 12th, 1948

Height: 5’6

Gender: Female, she/her

Sexuality: bi, no pref (yes I’m projecting)

Class: greaser

Faceclaim: Sophie Thatcher as Natalie in Yellowjackets

Relationship status: Not officially dating anyone, but being courted by Dallas Winston (i.e., she wears his ring on a necklace)

Friends: Dallas Winston, Steve Randle, Two-Bit Matthews, Angela Shepard

Personality: while she’s definitely similar to Dally — loud, unpredictable, flirty — she’s equally different; she’s thoughtful, smart, kind, gentle, several things he isn’t. Considering her maternal role towards Johnny, it makes sense that she’s softer. Sure, she teases him relentlessly, takes him out driving and goes to parties, but she’ll never not be there for him. She loves him to death, as does he.

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Oh, Lynn? My god, is she a sweetheart! She’s an oddly amazing guardian to Johnny, despite how she acts when we’re alone. Though, I can’t help but pity her. As much as she loves Johnny, she desperately wants to get outta Tulsa. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ran off one day with Dally.

My, oh, my, is that girl beautiful. She’s totally different from Johnny, with bright blonde waves, pale skin, but they’ve got the exact same eyes. I’m tellin’ you, they’ve both got a terrible case of puppy-dog eyes. For fuck’s sake, it’s like looking into space, I’ll say. And on toppa that, the girl’s got hella curves! A good chest, nice waist and a fuckin’ amazing ass!! It’s no wonder Dally likes her so much, she’s pretty as hell. Her lashes are so long and she somehow manages to do her makeup perfect every day, her face has a buncha freckles and markings, it’s so unfair…

Man, don’t get me started on her closet! She has the cutest jeans, the coolest t shirts, the sexiest tank tops — ugh, makes me jelly! And the cherry on top is the fact they’re all stolen from her dad! They’re actual vintage shit! Her outfits are always so good, I honestly might steal her whole closet sometime soon. Trust me, she dresses better than all the greasers I’ve ever met.

She and Dally are the two biggest idiots I know. They’re always gettin’ into trouble, drinking, all that junk. Though, they wouldn’t know each other if not for Johnny, so she owes him. I’ve never seen two people have as much chemistry as they do, which is saying a lot, if I’m being honest. She’s always sneaking off to the drive in with him and Steve or being annoying in gas stations. They also steal beer with Two-Bit sometimes.

— Angela Shepard, 1965

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“I don’t give a fuck about my reputation.

Living in the past, it’s a new generation.

A girl can do what she wants to do,

and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

— Lyn Odel, Cheap Perfume/Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

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“Netta? She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. If she hadn’t come along during the trial, I’d still be with my parents. But now I have her. I honestly don’t think I’d felt real familial love until she came along. From the get-go, she treated me like a person — not vermin on the street or a mistake. She’s real nice to me, especially when I’m flexible with her community college classes when they get in the way. I owe a lot to her.”

— Johnny Cade, 1965

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“Nah, man, Lynn is somethin’ else entirely. She’s sick, man, it’s amazin’. She goes along with me perfectly, always bein’ so fuckin’ insufferable, flirtin’ an’ bein’ all sassy n’ junk. Not that I’m complaining. But one thing that sows piss me off to hell is the way she looks at me — like I’m a fuckin’ saint or something. And to make things worse, she always ends my makin’ my stomach get all tingly when I’m with her! It sucks, ‘n I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me…”

— Dallas Winston, 1965

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“Lynn? She’s a hoot, I’ll tell ya! Whenever I’m at the D.X. with Soda, she drops us an extra couple bucks. I can’t help admiring her for how she treats Johnny, bein’ all motherly to him. She’s like a sister to me, to be frank. She ain’t all mean and bitchy like a lot of other girls, but she hasn’t got a stick up her ass like all the Soc girls. Whenever she’s out with me and Dal, she’s a riot, man!”

— Steve Randle, 1965

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“YOU’RE STARTING TO

LOOK PRETTY WEIRD.”

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DISCLAIMER: before you read her backstory, I’d like to preface this by saying that in her au (and Francis’), the events of the book were exaggerated by Pony to get a good grade. Bob’s murder did happen, but because of Randy’s and others’ testimonies (and plot armor), Johnny just got a slap on the wrist. There will be more context in her backstory:

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BACKSTORY:

Lynn grew up like any other greaser: poor, few meals, a lack of parental guidance. Sure, her folks were around physically, but that’s it. They didn’t cook or clean or work — just sat at home and did nothing. Thank god she’s an only child, or else she’d have gone through hell. All her life, she’d dreamt of leaving Tulsa, of going to college and making a name for herself. She did the best she could in school, earning good grades and respect. However, one night, it all changed.

One night, Johnny Cade accidentally kills a Soc named Bob Sheldon who tried drowning Ponyboy. For a couple days, they hid at Buck’s place with Dally, before inevitably turning themselves in. During the court process and trial, all of Bob’s friends testify against him, saying he tried killing Pony first. As a result, nobody gets jail time. However, one thing comes to light: Johnny’s living situation. The authorities acknowledge his abusive parents and inevitably take him away, but who should they give him to?

This is where Lynn comes in. She had just turned 18 by now and had been searching for apartments to live in, after saving for years. When she heard her baby cousin needed a place to stay, she took up the opportunity immediately. She’d babysat Johnny plenty as kids, before it all went to shit. But when she arrives at the apartment with Johnny in tow, she feels nothing but overwhelmed. She’s not a mother, she’s not a parental figure! What the hell is she supposed to do? Alas, there isn’t anything she can do now. Not that she’d ever give up Johnny, he doesn’t deserve that. Not after all he’s been through.

The one problem, however, is university. She’d been dreaming of going to college, of making it out, but with Johnny, she can’t. She takes up jobs, as does he, and they somehow make a decent amount between the two of them. At one point, after a particularly hard day, Lynn confesses to Johnny her dreams of going to college. How she wishes she could amount to something, get a good job, have a good life, and he feels that pain. He blurts out the first sentence he thinks of: community college. He tells her she should try taking classes there, since he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. So, they devise a plan: every other weekend, Lynn gets to take her community college classes while Johnny’s out with the gang. The situation brings them closer, their bond stronger than ever.

Over the next several months, the gang sees changes in Johnny. He’s gaining weight, looking happier, healthier. Lynn does everything she can to make sure he feels loved — buys him his favorite comic books, takes him out for dinner, watches his favorite movies. The one problem, however, is university. She’d been dreaming of going to college, of making it out, but with Johnny, she can’t. She takes up jobs, as does he, and they somehow make a decent amount between the two of them. At one point, after a particularly hard day, Lynn confesses to Johnny her dreams of going to college. How she wishes she could amount to something, get a good job, have a good life, and he feels that pain. He blurts out the first sentence he thinks of: community college. He tells her she should try taking classes there, since he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. So, they devise a plan: every other weekend, Lynn gets to take her community college classes while Johnny’s out with the gang. The situation brings them closer, their bond stronger than ever. one goal is to make him feel safe, and she does exactly that. But guess who’s the person that picks up on the difference the most? Dallas Winston. So, when one night Johnny invites him over, he expects to see some older woman bent over a stove, not some hot broad with a hell of an ass and skin like the moon. That night, the inevitable relationship between Lynn and Dallas is sparked, and over the months, the flame only grows larger.

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mood board !

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EXTRAS:

Likes: superhero’s of any kind, the smell of pancakes, photography, love songs, James Dean, candles that smell like honey or sandalwood, collecting vinyls, Frank Sinatra, men who wear deodorant, painting her nails, doing her makeup, sleeping in said makeup, journaling, scrapbooking, rodeos, the punk/grunge movement, dancing, late night drives.

Dislikes: tea, men’s cheap cologne, pretentious photographers, Bob Sheldon, annoying Socs, rude greasers, people who are mean to Johnny, un-punk people, stupid paintings, weird old men, cheap jewelry, drinking.

Interests: LOVES photography, hopes to go to school for it, collecting both mugs and vinyl, superhero comics that she reads with Johnny (his fav is spiderman, hers is Thor), collecting stupid looking stuffed animals, horror movies.

Favorite music: Frank Sinatra, the everly brothers, Led Zepplin, Beach Boys, The Mamas and the Papas

Body type: she’s got curves, as stated previously, but like with Franny, due to a lack of proper nutrition, they’re not at their full potential. Nice thighs, a nice ass, a nice rack, all properly balanced.

Opinions on Socs: For a while, she despised them. But as she matured and saw first hand some of the things they go through, she began to lay off them. Never did she pick fights with them, though, because she knows what they can do to greasers, but also women.

Mental Health: She’s doing… okay. Mentally, at least. Like, she’s not fully mentally alright but she’s also not harming herself (totally not projecting). She has moments where all she can do is cry or her chest just feels unbearably heavy, leaving her exhausted and drained and feeling like shit. Also probably has ADHD.

Random: eats like a teenage boy left home alone, if she wasn’t caring for Johnny, she’d only eat Mac and cheese and soda. Constantly collects little things, like soda tabs and cans. Names absolutely everything — plants, towels, items, anything she can and wants to. Has the coolest room ever, too, very big “mean older sibling grunge” kinda vibes, vinyls and posters littering the walls, dirty converse in the closet.

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a/n: ANOTHER ONE !!

․ ⁺ ⊹ 𐔌 MY OH MY…

WHAT A GIRL ⁀₊➷ ⋄

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she/he/they // mac demarco enthusiast // outsiders fan !

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MASTERLIST !!

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WRITING RULES

Note: So far, I’ve only written OC things — which I’ll continue to do — but I’m also thinking about doing x reader things.

I WILL write:

Kissing, hugging, normal shit

Certain mental health things; if I’m not too familiar, I’ll do the best research I can

Mild SH, such as hints at it or someone having scars, but I won’t describe it in detail

Death, but not smth rlly graphic 😣

Mentions of or implied SA

What I WONT write:

Smut

Graphic SA

Graphic SH

Anything where someone — reader, a character, an oc — r*pes someone else (idk if tumblr allows that word so I apologize for the censoring 😓)

Pedophilia, zoophilia, anything of that nature 🤢

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INFO ABOUT ME !!

my nickname is Francis (I did name an oc after me, I js love the name 😓💔)

I’m 14-going-on-15 🫢

I’m bisexual therefore I have every right to project it onto my oc’s 😝

My fav artists/bands are Mac Demarco, Nirvana, Alex G, Current Joys, Cheap Perfume, The Smiths, Big Thief and Billie Eilish

I collect soda tabs for sillies (I have 250+)

I’ve seen the movie Flipped over forty times….. (and counting)

I’m a silver jewelry girl

I LOVEEEE reading; my fav books are The Hunger Games, The Outsiders obv, Percy Jackson, The Song Of Achilles, Greek myth retellings, the Powerless trilogy, dystopia books, etc!

I collect vinyls

I’m madly in love w Minecraft….

My fav shows are Brooklyn 99, Scott Pilgrim (the series), Demon Slayer, Pokémon, Gravity Falls, Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro, and plenty more

I also REALLY love Stardew Valley (Harvey 4 life)

Vanilla is MY scent

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a/n: I’m new to this writing stuff, so pls don’t expect insanely good shit 🙏 I’ll take requests, but it’s finals season so I may or may not get to it 😞 also if my blog looks goofy its cuz i use phone (at least for the posting part) and it's a lot diff than computer or laptop....