Rusty James Fanfic - Blog Posts

Hey, how's it going? Well, could you do one where Rusty James decides to leave after his brother's passing, but he couldn't leave the reader behind, so he asks the reader to run away with him. However, the reader is torn because if they go with Rusty James, they'll miss their friends and family, but if they stay, they'll miss Rusty James. On the other hand, Rusty James notices the reader's confusion, and even though it hurts, he decides to leave without the reader because he didn't think it would be fair to make the reader choose between him and their family and friends. But just as he's about to leave, the reader shows up to go away with him. -(I'm sorry if I was confused, I'm Brazilian so English is not my first language)

Yes of course and don't worry I don't mind. You wrote it perfectly. Also I would love for you to request any time you want, love. <3

Rusty James had a plan. And it was to get out of there.

But he couldn't just leave his love behind. He had to take you with him. He would die without you by his side.

"Come on, pick up." He said as he twirled the phone cord, before hearing your sweet voice.

"Hello?" You said, voice full of joy.

"Hi, doll." He said sadly.

"Rusty James? what's wrong, babe?"

He sighed.

"I have to leave. I can't stay here anymore, doll. Come with me please." He forced out.

"What do you mean? What happened Rusty?"

"He got shot, man. Please I'll tell you everything later. Come with me."

You cried, thinking about the decision carefully.

"Rusty- I can't. What about my parents? I'll miss them. I wanna go with you. But I don't think they'd let me leave."

"It's okay, love. I'll come visit every now and then. I love you so much." He said before hanging up the phone.

"Wait-"

You took the phone away from your ear, looking at it before cursing and slamming the phone down.

You packed your bags, running downstairs to see your parents looking at you.

"Where are you going y/n?" Your mother asked.

You hesitated, tears falling, looking at the clock as you didn't want to be too late.

"Rusty-James needs help, mama. His brother was shot-"

"So? That doesn't give you the right to walk out because of some boy. Especially not Rusty James and his bad ways." your father said, pointing a finger at you before your mother yelled at him.

"You have got to be kidding. His brother was shot, Dan. He needs somebody. You know he ain't got a soul in this world that cares about him more than Y/n. Go y/n.-"

"She ain't goin. I said so."

"And I said she can. And if you don't like it, you can walk out with her."

You hugged your mother, running out the door and down the street to the nearest train station.

Rusty James felt terrible for making you decide between him and your family. That's not something a good boyfriend would do.

And he wish he was a better boyfriend. He felt bad for all the fights he started, all the tears he made fall from your beautiful eyes.

He couldn't even think about it more before tears of his own began to fall.

He waited patiently, thinking about you and if you were gonna make it on your own. He wish he could kiss you and hug you just one more time.

"Rusty!- excuse me." You said as you pushed past other people that were waiting for a train to arrive.

He jumped up, looking around for you. He knew your voice like the back of his hand. He thought he was just imagining it before seeing your figure.

"Doll? What are you doing out here? Why aren't you at home?" He said, quickly wiping his tears so you didn't see.

"I'm coming with you." You smiled, holding up your bag in his face.

He shook his head.

"No you should stay. I don't even know where I'm gonna go, Doll. I don't want you sleeping on the streets with me like that. You have a home with people who will miss yo-"

"Rustle James. I would miss you way more than I would anybody. I'm coming with you. Now are you gonna give me a hug or are you just gonna stand there like a doofus?

He brought you into a tight hug, his breath shaky. He thought he was gonna have to leave and never see your face again. He would cry enough tears to fill the ocean if that were true.

"I love you, y/n. So much."

Hope you like it! don't be afraid to request more! I loved this it was so creative!

Anyone got any Dallas Winston or Rusty James headcanon or fanfic requests? I'm losing ideas lol

Also please be specific when you requests because I need plots lol also someone requested a dally x shepard reader and I literally no not a damn thing about the Shepard's and it will not end well for you or me it will take years to even look at the request a 2nd time I'm sorry lol

Hello ! Could I request a scenario about rusty James where he’s been interested in reader for a quite a long time and it shows, (like for example he’s always around her, always flirting and very jealous when other boys talk to her….) and while she feels the same for him, she thinks he’s not serious about it and is just messing around with her like as if it was some sick bet made by his friends, so she’s trying her best to look unfazed and uninterested in him….it could be a bit angsty with a splat of insecurities and jealousy but at the end they kinda confess to each other (?) and it’s all good….hope this all is understandable sorry if it’s too much 😭💔

This is so cute my loveee <3 (Also this length is just PERFECT! I love when people send long requests with details, it gives me more visuals and I can achieve the goal better when people are specific. <3

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🍒 ;↣(You're not mean, you just wanna be seen. You're so Art Deco.)

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Rusty James didn't think he was mean.

In fact, he thought he was pretty nice compared to the other people around town.

Rusty got on the bus, and he just so happened to be the second person on the bus, aside from you.

He could've sat anywhere he wanted. And even if he wasn't the second person on the bus and didn't have much options of seats to choose from, he'd just beat the tar outa someone for it.

At least, that was your impression of him.

But he chose to sit right next to you.

Your breath stiffened as you paused your sketching. Starting to close your sketchbook before he started talking.

"What're you drawin'?" He asked, grabbing the book from your hands gently.

You stayed silent as he flipped through the pages carefully.

You were embarrassed and wanted to move seats as soon as possible.

You knew rusty James and he knew you. Y'all rode the same bus since kindergarten.

He looked through the detailed drawings of people that rode the bus with the two of you everyday, and stop signs that the bus came across at the end of every street.

"How come I ain't in here, huh?" He asked with a small smirk, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours.

You finally realised the question he asked and stuttered out an answer.

"U-uhm. I don't know. Just never thought about drawin' you I guess." You grabbed your sketchbook from his hands, putting it in your bag.

He nodded, knowing you were nervous.

Hell, he was just as nervous as you. He's always been like that around you, but never showed it.

Another person got on the bus, the doors drawing opening as the bus shook with every footstep.

"Hey Rusty. Hi Y/n, how was your weekend?" Steve asked you two, smiling ear to ear.

You really liked Steve. He was very kind, good grades and all. And you always wondered what he was doing hanging around with the mean dogs. Rusty James being one of them.

"Hi Steve, it was good. Yours?" You smiled back at him, giving him the same kindness.

"Mine was good. What about you rusty? Anything fun?"

Rusty shook his head, his hair waving back and forth as he did.

"Nah, man. Same old stuff." He leaned back against the seat that the two of you shared.

Steve went to go back to the front, where he usually sat, Rusty turning to look at you once he did.

"What about you, doll? Anything fun?" He smirked as you tried to ignore his ways of tempting you with his voice. His voice was one of a kind and you loved it so much, it was sickening.

"Nah. Just chilled all weekend. Smoked, watched TV, art. Nothin real special." You leaned your head against the window.

He perked up slightly as he heard you mention drinking and smoking.

"Wow, man. All these years that I've known you, my love. I've never heard of you being a smoker." He got closer with every word, his breath hitting your neck slightly, the air on your neck making you shiver as it tickled, before you pushed him away gently.

"Alright Rusty James. You can cut the crap now. You can pretend you got what you wanted and go back to sit with your buddies." You said, putting your walkman on as you looked out the window.

His eyes flashed a hurt expression before going back to their regular stare. He got up, grabbing his backpack as he went to the front, his friends patting his back.

He ignored the attention from his buddies as he kept making glances at you the whole ride to school. The flirty gestures didn't stop when you two got to school either. He threw an arm over your shoulder, making your face turn a gentle pink as he showed off his smirk proudly.

"Rusty what are you doing?" You forced out.

"What, man? I can't walk my bestie to class? Isn't that what you girls want these days? A gentleman?" He says with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes as you took his arm off your shoulder, only for him to do it again.

"You are no gentleman, Rusty James. And I am most certainly not your 'bestie'. So hit the road."

"Well i've known you since we were five. That has to count for somthin', ma." He said with a bright smile.

You scoffed.

"We've known a lot of people since they were 5. We are at school. And I am not 'Ma' to you. I have a name and you know it. So use it."

"Oh I can use it alright. Meet me in the bathroom, ma." He said jokingly.

You flicked his nose. He sucked his teeth before taking his arm from over your shoulder as he just walked beside you.

"Well at least let me walk you to class." He said with soft eyes.

You looked at him with a debating expression on your face, wondering if you should take the bait or not.

"You mess up Rusty James and I'm gonna kick your ass." You say before walking as he smiled again, knowing you gave in.

"Yes ma'am." He said, walking beside you.

The two of you walked through the crowded hallway, people giving you odd stares. A few of Rusty's friends walk up to him, doing a handshake before talking about skipping.

"Can't, Walkin' her to class." He said, holding onto your backpack so he didn't lose you in the crowd.

His friends let out a series of "What?" and "Her?" as they pointed to your figure.

"Rusty, i'm gonna be lete if you don't hurry. Mr Coplin don't play about being tardy. I'm already on my second strike." You said, trying to get him to start walking.

He shook his friends off, walking with you. He watched as your hair flowed over your shoulders as you tried to make it to class on time.

Luckily you did. Right on time.

"Thank you for the tour of the school. Now will you leave me alone?" You said, unpacking your bag.

"Hey man, Watch it I'm sensitive." He said, his hand touching his chest.

You roll your eyes before siting down at your desk.

"Alright. I'll see you at lunch, ma." He said, twirling your hair before running off into the hallway, leaving you in your own train of thought as you process what just happened.

You were so confused. He barely talked to you. The only memory of talking to him was in kindergarten when you let him use your crayons or let him share your sleeping mat during naptime when he lost his. You were deeply in love with him but you already knew that it was just some cruel, sick joke to him. Probably one that his friends talked him into.

Rusty walked through the hallway, saying "hey" to friends as he walked by to his class.

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It was lunch period and you sat down at a random table, taking out your packed lunch.

Which was just a sad sandwich that you made this morning, and some apple slices.

A boy sat next to you, starting to talk to you.

You weren't that interested in talking to him and you would've rather talked to Rusty about strippers and beer than talking about the war of 1812.

The kid was cut off by a hand tapping his shoulder.

"Hey. Hop up, man. I'm sittin' with her today." Rusty James said to him, before blowinng a kiss at you.

Rusty couldn't stand the sight of someone taking you from him and thinking it wouldn't be dealt with.

The kid rolled his eyes and left, his seat replaced by Rusty, looking through your sketchbook again.

He was in awe when he saw a new portrait of him.

"This me? Pretty cute, right?" He said smirking at you.

"If you say so." You laughed.

He gasped at you, making you laugh again.

"Come on. You know you think I'm cute."

You blushed before hiding it.

"Do I, though?" You smirk at him before getting up to go to the bathroom, Rusty following right behind you before pinning you to the wall gently.

"Rusty what is with you today? You have been so flirty and I don't get it. It's honstly starting to scare me." You say confused.

"Maybe because I like you, doll." He says, playing with your hair.

"Okay rusty you can drop it now. It's not funny anymore. I get the joke now." You said, not finding him playing with your emotions that funny anymore.

"What jo- you think i'm lyin, doll?" He said, leaning against the wall next to you.

"Well, I mean.. Yeah I do. The only time you've ever even talked to me was when I shared my stupid crayons and stupid sleeping mat in kingergarten." You snapped, not looking at him.

"Yeah and ever since I have been in love with you, huh? You believe that one? Because it's the truth." He said angrily.

You didn't look at him as you began to cry silently. You didn't understand why he was playing with your emotions like he was.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry for actin like that. Please look at me, doll." He said softer.

You hesitantly looked at him, only to be met with those beautiful brown eyes you knew.

"I don't know who told you I was lyin, but I'm not. I love you so much, doll." He said, finishing off his words with a passionate kiss, his hands getting tangled In your hair as you kissed back.

"Rustle James! My office now!" The principle yelled through the hallways.

"Alrigh alright! I'm comin'! Love ya doll." He said before pressing a kiss to your lips once more, then running off. Smarting off to the principle as he got onto him about something he's done.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever." He said before blowing you a kiss.

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I hope you like it! Also please do send more whoever you are because I LOVED this fic as you can tell I put my whole heart into it lol. <3