A couple months after her parents die, Connie Curtis starts hanging out with Angela Shepard. the outsiders curtis sister angela shepard x fem. oc mature themes ahead ... only own my original characters and plot.

A novel inspired by The Outsiders Tulsa, 1965. She wasn't a Greaser. She wasn't a Soc. She was something quieter, sadder, stronger - a girl who showed up when things fell apart and stayed long after they should've scattered. To Ponyboy, she was a mystery wrapped in poetry and cigarette smoke. To Sodapop, she was laughter in the kitchen at 2 a.m. To Johnny, she was kindness - the first he'd ever known. But to Dally, she was danger. Something soft he could never keep. And to Darry, she was the one thing he couldn't protect - no matter how hard he tried. They both loved her in their own ways. She loved them both back. But only one could have her. And when the bullets fall, and the fire dies out, and the silence grows loud - she'll still be there. The girl with scraped knees and a heart full of gold. The Earth Angel they never forgot.

"Love grows, where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me." Completed 1/21/2024 Hello all thank you for stopping by to read! I will be doing some editing but nothing to where you can't still read along! Thank you for giving it a chance.

Abigail Mason had one simple rule she expected her family to follow; stay out of trouble. Unfortunately, when you're a teenage girl living on the Eastside of Tulsa, Oklahoma, trouble has a way of finding you. Whether that means getting into Rumbles, running from cops, or falling in love with one of your best friends, trouble is never far away. Highest Rankings |#3 in 1960s| |#1 in angelashepard| |#4 in dallaswinston| Started |06/07/21| Completed |5/8/21|

Hoodlums. Grease. White trash. These are just some nicknames given to the Greasers of Tulsa, Oklahoma in the 1960's by the Socs. One town, two sides- rich and poor, lucky and unlucky. Angela (Angie) Curtis just happens to fall on the unlucky side. While harboring a dark secret she tries her hardest to mend together her broken family. Dallas (Dally) Winston is the definition of trouble. He's been in and out of the slammer since the ripe age of ten. He's a bad influence, but he's an irresistible one. He's been trying to get with Angie since he was fourteen yet she's never given him the chance, until maybe now. "We're Greasers, not monsters." |Dallas Winston Fanfiction| |First Person POV| |The Outsiders| |Enemies to Lovers| 50k on 12-1-25 --- Drafted: 8-21-24 Published: 10-15-24 Finished: 3-16-25

Like most greasers, Tim Shepard has better things to do than sit around all day at Will Rodgers High. But like all greasers, luck is never on his side. The same guy known throughout Tulsa for being three steps ahead finds himself thrown into the middle of the unexpected. From fighting at school dances to seeing his father for the first time since he was arrested, Tim doesn't know where the surprises will end. The biggest surprise of all goes through the halls of Will Rodgers, wearing her brother's hand-me-downs like a dress. **strong language and themes of violence, a bit more mature than my other stories. Available Ao3 under Sophie13**

Without warning Dorthy "Dot" Annafollows is moved from her comfy home in DC to Tulsa Oklahoma. Her whole understanding of family has been redefined, and she's miles away from the person she's always leaned on for support. With everything around her tossed in the air, she has to choose which parts of her life to catch, and which parts to watch shatter. [Recommended Listening Song and Trigger Warnings are listed at the beginning of each chapter]

"but how could i hate her? she's such an angel. but then again, kinda wish she were dead." ponyboy curtis x oc based on the song "heather" by conan gray possible tw's: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape

What if Ponyboy got a second chance, to reverse what happened in Windrixville? *note: this takes places directly after dally's death and pony passing out due to his concussion/fever

This was not a Soc Darry's muscles could scare off, not a nightmare Soda's arm would chase away. This was inside me, eating away, and no matter how much my brother's wanted to get rid of it they were helpless