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guardedserum · 2 months

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Chapter two, Johnny’s Perspective. (Part one)⬇️

Chapter two.

The sky was getting darker and cars started showin’ up to The Nightly Double as we got there, me and Ponyboy crawled through a hole in the fence while Dally jumped over it; either he was too big to fit or he was just doing it Dallas Winston style. We found a row of seats behind two classy-looking girls and sat down. Dally was already eyeing them and it seemed like Ponyboy noticed as well. That’s when Dallas started actin’ real bad. I knew he could talk dirty but half the stuff that came out of his mouth I had never heard of before. The girls looked like they were gettin’ mad. “Pony I’m gonna go get a coke..” I huffed before quickly getting up from my chair and going over to the concession stand where there was already a long line. I didn’t mind waiting. While I was waiting a fight broke out between a Greaser and a Soc because the Greaser bumped into the Soc and the guy took offence to it. That was until the manager of the concession stand stopped the two of them before it got ugly.

Soon I got my coke and left before anything else happened. As I got back to my seat I saw that Dally was still botherin’ the red-haired girl. “Would you just be nice and leave us alone?” The redhead pleaded. “I’m never nice; you want a coke or somethin’?” Dallas questioned. “I want you to leave us alone!” She got angrier, though her friend seemed entertained by the whole thing. “C’mon Little Orphan Annie, you want a coke or not?” Dallas’ eyebrows furrowed. “Get lost hood!” The redhead snapped; her eyes were about as firey as her hair. Dallas immediately got up with his palms raised in mock surrender. “Alright alright, I know when I’m not wanted..” He mumbled with a slight smirk on his face as he walked away. “I didn’t know Dally could read..” Ponyboy stated, surprised that Dallas even knew about that comic strip. “You gonna start in on us too?” She had turned to us; my eyes widened and I stared at them anxiously. Ponyboy shook his head. “No,” He stated. Her face softened and she smiled, which made me relax a little. “You don’t look the type to do something like that.. What’s your name?” She asked, I saw Pony deflate a little at the question, I knew he hated tellin’ people his name. “Ponyboy Curtis..” His cheeks had a light dusting of red on them. “And this is my buddy Johnny.” He introduced me as well as I sat back in my seat, which I was thankful for.

“That’s an original and lovely name; I like it.” She smiled, Ponyboy seemed grateful for her honesty. “I got a brother named Sodapop; says so on his birth certificate.” He said. “I’m Sherri but everybody calls me Cherry cause of my hair.” “Yeah Cherry Valance, I know you; we go to the same school. You’re a cheerleader.” Pony stated. “You don’t look old enough to be going to high school.” The black-haired girl hummed. “I ain’t; I got put up a year.” Ponyboy said proudly. “What are you nice boys doing hanging around with that trash?” Cherry questioned, I exhaled softly. “That’s Dallas; we’re buddies.” Me and Ponyboy said at the same time. Cherry had an apologetic look on her face. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She apologised. “Ponyboy, your brother, doesn’t he work down at the DX?” Ponyboy nodded. “Man your brother is one doll; shoulda known you’s were brothers,” She complimented, Ponyboy grinned pridefully. “How come we don’t see your brother at school anymore?” The black-haired girl whose name was Marcia asked, “Isn’t he sixteen?” She questioned. “He’s a dropout.” Ponyboy said harshly, he hated it when Soda dropped out. Cherry was about to say something when Dallas came strutting back over holding a few cokes. He handed one to Marcia who took it eagerly and then handed the other to Cherry then sat down next to her. “That might cool you off.” Cherry squeezed the paper cup slightly, making the coke spill over the top, then she threw it in Dally’s face. “Maybe when you learn to talk and act decent I might cool off too!” She hissed. Dallas just wiped it off his face with his sleeve and put his arm around her. “Firey huh? That’s how I like ‘em.” Cherry was about to push him off, which I knew was gonna make Dallas mad.

“Leave her alone Dal’..” I gulped, standing up. Dally was for sure gonna beat my head in, but he just looked at me like I said something really nasty. “What did you say to me you little shit?” He fumed, removing his arm from Cherry’s shoulders and getting up, knocking the seat in front of him. “C’mon Dal’.. Leave her alone..” My voice got quieter, but Dallas just stared at me in disbelief before he turned and stalked off. I was certain he would have slapped me upside the head but no, you don’t just tell Dally Winston what to do and get away with it.

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“Thanks he had me scared half to death.” Cherry let out a sigh of relief. “Sure didn’t show it.. Ain’t nobody talk to Dally like that.” I managed to say. “Well you did,” She smiled, I felt my ears heat up. I felt bad for tellin’ Dallas to stop but them girls didn’t do nothin’ wrong. “Well you can sit up here; you can protect us.” Marcia grinned, me and Ponyboy glanced at each other. The gang would freak out once we told them. “Alright,” I said before getting up and sitting next to Marcia while Pony sat next to Cherry.

“How old are you guys?” Marcia asked, looking at me, then at Ponyboy. “I’m fourteen,” Ponyboy answered, “Sixteen.” I said. “Huh funny.. I thought you’s were both-” “Sixteen.” Cherry answered for Marcia, which I was grateful for; I looked younger than I was and I hated it. “How come you weren’t scared of us like you was of Dally?” I asked curiously; usually most Soc girls were scared of us. “Oh I’ve heard of Dallas Winston; nobody can get on his level of bad.” She stated and Marcia nodded in agreement. “Y’all don’t look mean either.” Marcia added. “Sure, we’re young and innocent..” Ponyboy grumbled, resting his chin in his hand. “No no.. Not innocent; you’ve seen too much to be innocent. You’re just not dirty.”

“Dally’s okay,” I said, defending Dallas. “He’d leave you alone if he knew who you was.” Ponyboy added. “Well I’m glad he doesn’t know us.” Marcia stated matter of factly. “I kinda admire him..” Cherry mumbled. I was saying stuff out my mind; I really wasn’t paying attention to them and it seemed like Cherry was into talking with Pony more than me and Marcia was too busy watching the movie. “How come y’all came with no car? This is a Soc hangout and most of the Soc’s have cars,” Ponyboy questioned. “Our boyfriends decided it would be a good idea to bring some alcohol with them.” Marcia stated, sipping her coke. “It’s not my idea of a good time to sit around and watch people get drunk.. I wouldn’t mind it so much if they were at home drinking; then they wouldn’t risk gettin’ hurt. But they decide to drink while driving to a movie with us in the car!” Cherry was startin’ to get hacked off, not at us, but at her and Marcia’s boyfriends. “I’d like to die on my own terms, not get into a car wreck because two drunk teenagers couldn’t put the flask down for twenty minutes!” She finally relaxed back down in her chair, flicking her hair out of her face where the wind had blown harshly.

I went to take a sip of my coke when I felt a hard hand land on my shoulder. I could feel the colour drain from my face. “Alright Greasers you’ve had it.” A low voice growled. “Jeez Two-Bit! Scare us to death!” Ponyboy gasped, Two-Bit chuckled. My breathing was shallow and my skin felt cold; it seemed like Pony and Two-Bit noticed. “Sorry Johnny, I forgot.” Two-Bit ruffled up my hair. “So who are they? Your great-grandmothers?” “Great grandmothers, twice removed.” Cherry added. I was still getting my wits back together, not paying real attention to their conversation. All I heard was something about me and Pony being greasy hoods, being Shanghai’ed and something about ten camels. “Hey Johnnycake! Say somethin’ in Arabian,” Two-Bit’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Cut it out man!” I whined. “They asked us to sit up here with them after Dally left so we could protect them.” I felt a little bad getting tense around Two-Bit but he just grinned at me.

“Where is Dallas anyway?” Two-Bit questioned, but before either me or Ponyboy could say anything, Tim Shepard had appeared next to us. “Yeah where is ol’ Dally?” He asked curtly. I didn’t like Tim much and honestly I was kinda scared of him but hell I respected him; not only was he a fellow Greaser, he was Dally’s buddy, which made him a buddy to all of us. “He left Tim.” Ponyboy stated, “Man I know he slashed my tires! Curly told me.” Tim got a little louder which made one of the movie goers shush him, which caused Tim to flip him off. “Honesty Tim we haven’t seen him! Y’all seen Dally?” Ponyboy asked the rest of us, we all shook our heads. “No he left.” Cherry added. That made Tim cool down a little before he left. “Dally got a blade?” Two-Bit asked quietly, so Timothy Shepard wouldn’t hear him and come back. “He busted his this morning,” I stated. “Good, Tim’ll fight fair as long as he don’t got one.” The girls looked kinda nervous now. “Y’all aren’t planning on playing rough are you?” “Oh a little skin fighting ain’t rough,” Two-Bit stated. “Blows off steam more than anything.”

“Yeah boy real simple.” Cherry smirked. But what Two-Bit said was true; if Dally and Tim were to have it out, they’d never hate each other afterwards. And Dallas did deserve it; nobody likes having slashed tires and he did get himself caught so it was all on him. “Yeah! If he gets killed or something, you can just bury him no sweat!” Marcia joked, man she and Two-Bit were alike. “You dig okay baby.” Two-Bit grinned at Marcia who grinned back. “Ponyboy would you come with me and get some popcorn?” Cherry asked, getting up from her seat. “Yeah sure,” Ponyboy got up too. “Any of y’all want some?” Cherry asked, “I do!” Marcia accepted. “Yeah same; get Johnny some too; I’m buyin’.” Two-Bit handed Pony some coins before the two of them wandered off to the concession stand. “Thanks Two-Bit.. But I coulda’ paid for mine.” I stated, I felt bad that Two-Bit had wasted his money on me, even though he didn’t really earn it as he didn’t have a job and he planned to stay that way. “Shut it kid. My money, my rules.” Two-Bit grinned before he turned to Marcia and started a conversation with her.

Now I was wishing I had someone to talk to, kinda wishing I didn’t tell Dally off. If there was another girl here I was for sure never gonna talk to her. I’m kind of scared of girls to be honest. Not that I’m a loser or anything, just that most of the girls that talked to me, besides Evie, Sandy, and Sylvia, all looked like they wanted to spit on me if they had the chance. The movie was getting boring too; it was one of them beach movies that come out every year that have no storyline. I sipped at my coke. I wanted a weed, though I had a lighter but no cancer sticks on me. Soon Cherry and Ponyboy came back with an armful of popcorn, Pony handed me and Two-Bit ours while Cherry handed one to Marcia.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #darry curtis #two bit mathews

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two-bits-smile · 2 years

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My Outsiders Handwriting HCs

Ponyboy Curtis: slightly messy especially with the tails on his letters (eg. g, y, j, d, b, k,) and especially struggles with writing the letter f. seriously he never manages to write it in the same way twice. middle ground between soda and darry really. no preference between blue or black pen, ballpoint.

Sodapop Curtis: man's got undiagnosed adhd and is dyslexic. he has such horrible handwriting and he's embarrassed by it. uses exclusively blue pen. doesn't really keep things hes written at school, all papers got crumpled up and shoved in the bin.

Darry Curtis: very neat handwriting, can't write cursive. not slanted to any side. it looks like he spends ages to make the letters so neat but really he writes pretty fast. black pen (ballpoint) "darry can you write my school assignment?" "no soda, your handwriting's too messy, your teacher will know right off the bat it wasn't you who wrote it". neat line through mistakes.

Dallas Winston: fanciest handwriting of the gang full stop. he literally can't even fake it to be messy (messy handwriting looks tougher). i HC him to have ocd lowkey. he also writes slowly, focused with his tongue sticking out slightly. black ink.

Johnny Cade: teeny handwriting, slanted to the right. blue pen? two-bit hates him for it because he can't read his handwriting. blocks out words he spelt wrong and wastes lots of ink by doing so.

Two-Bit Mathews: BIG HANDWRITING. adhd kid and y'all know it deep down. i read some HC where 2Bit can't read cursive but writes cursive anyway and ive decided to adopt that hc. when he was little he got through pages and pages of writing and thought it was really impressive when really his letters pretty much spanned whole pages. still struggles with spelling and messily scribbles things out.

Steve Randle: probably pretty average-to-messy. not too horrible and it passes the can-two-bit-read-it test so its valid. likes blue pen but black isnt a big deal. exclusively ballpoint pens. crosses things out with a line through

Cherry Valance: cursive, loopy handwriting. she kept on practicing it when she was younger so she could be one of those girls with the prettiest handwriting in class. at school she uses black ink but for non-school things she uses red. hates making mistakes in her writing, uses the 1950s version of Tipp-Ex: Mistake Out. basically she's gotta be the perfect girl.

should i make visuals of these handwritings??

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #two bit #handwriting #handwriting headcanons #curtis gang #darry curtis #darrel curtis #keith mathews #steve randle #johnny cade #ponyposting #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #cherry valance #sherri valance

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whoscherrycoke · 5 months

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i've been thinking of cherry and marcia SO MUCH i wanted to share my hcs of them in here ü

first of THEY'RE GIRLFRIENDS no it's not up to debate this is just a bunch of headcanons of them as girlfriends bc i'm Obsessed

maybe i just have this specific image of cherry and marcia on my mind based of what i've read in the book, seen in the movies AND pure delusion so i'm sorry if these are a bit out of character

that being said

sunshine marcia and sunshine protector cherry (marcia is so protective over cherry too, but overall she's like this ball of energy and joy, and she's happy and laughing all the time, i know you're seeing my vision)

cherry was the one to fall in love first, but she thought that marcia probably wasn't into women, so she just tried to get over it and hide her feelings

.. but cherry is SO BAD at hiding how head over heels she is for marcia

so marcia eventually walks to her and it's like

marcia: hey cherry, you like women?

cherry: ... yea

marcia: yea i noticed, me too

and somehow after that they begin dating

marcia is so open about her feelings, she's laughing at every single joke and blushing and kicking her feet the second she gets back home from a date

marcia's love language is Mostly physical contact and words of affirmation, so she's love-bombing cherry all the time and she's used to being the one who begins the touching

AND MIND YOU bob has no love language AT ALL (sorry he hasn't grown on me yet) CHERRY IS OVERWHELMED

ao3 tag: cherry valance is bad at feelings (there must be a tag like that BECAUSE SHE IS)

and sometimes it's hard for her to tell marcia she loves her, so instead she shows her love mostly by doing acts of service and giving her gifts based on little details she notices

if marcia says she wants to eat brownies, the next day there are brownies on the table for breakfast

I can imagine this specific situation of marcia LOVING this shirt, it looks good on her and it makes all out her outfits so cool, but she hates the feeling of the fabric it's made of, it makes her skin feel bad and by the time she's home the first thing she'll do it take off the damn shirt. and cherry HATES to see marcia feeling uncomfortable, so she goes through hell to find a shirt that looks exactly like marcia's but made with a different fabric that's comfortable for her

cherry has trouble sleeping, she knows it, marcia knows it, everyone does. but actually sleeping with marcia helps a lot

because marcia is so warm and careful when she cuddles with her, she keeps cherry hugged against her chest, to let her hear the sound of her heartbeat. marcia is gentle as her fingertips go through the red hair, she might even humm this song she heard on the radio the other day, and it doesn't even take five minutes until cherry's asleep

cherry feels so secure and relaxed when she's with marcia :-(

they're everything to me i'm gonna throw up

totally unrelated to the ship itself but marcia has curly hair but she doesn't like it so she straightens it, so she's not a big fan of having her hair touched ?? if that even makes sense

but she adores any other form of physical contact

not only hug and kisses

but for example cherry is a pretty big fan of doing her skincare before sleeping, it always helps her feel clean and relaxed. so she asks marcia "hey you wanna tag along?" AND OF COURSE SHE DOES

cherry does two cups of tea and grabs the things, she asks marcia to keep her hair out of her face and then sits down in front of her

marcia adores to look at cherry as she stops focusing on her for the smallest second to open the package of a product

and the way cherry is sooo gentle and so focused as she spread it over her face. marcia loves the feeling of cherry touching her face She adores it

it's the only way cherry will Not feel shy about physical contact

but moving on from that little detail

marcia just takes those seconds that cherry isn't fully focused on her to drop a comment like

you know, your eyes a blue but there's a bit of green in them, it's like van gogh painted them

and cherry's cheeks turn red as she just makes this face that marcia loves so much because she has that look on her eyes that goes like: "you're such an idiot. but you're my idiot. and i love you so much"

ok that's it i can't do this anymore i'm gonna stop before i truly want to kill myself good night guys

#★ andrew's silly thoughts #the outsiders 1983 #cherry valance #marcia #headcanon #KSSJASISBSISJDOQNWOWE #crying and screaming #i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense my brain is a little dead right now #!!!!!!!#>_<

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theflatpancakes · 7 months

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do you hate cherry valance or support her bcs i feel like ive never met someone neutral ab her. you either hate her with your entire being or your on your knees for her. no in between

Honestly I don't really like her but I'm more neutral than utter disgust

Never liked her, but like I'm pretty sure it's just because the fandom that I've interacted with just collectively hates her so I just kinda picked that up and stopped being more neutral and more negative about her tbh

#kennykibitz #the outsiders #cherry valance #ask box #ask

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ru3sclues · 2 years

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Where should I start... Oh! I'm Robert — Bob — Sheldon. I'm pretty well known 'round here. I'm most likely the richest soc in Tulsa. Although, sometimes I wish I didn't have all the money I did. Maybe then someone would say no to me, the way store clerks say no to greasers. That's, honestly, all I want. The only person who's told me no is my girlfriend, Sherri Valance. We call her Cherry though, because of her red hair.

Cherry doesn't like it when I drink, but I drink to feel something. My folks aren't around much but when they are, they spoil me rotten.

Earlier this year, a few friends and I jumped a greaser. I've seen him around, he now has a scar on his cheek. Most like from the rings on my hand. Combine that with the strike of my fist and I coulda probably killed the kid. I regret jumping him, though. Cherry gave me an earful the next day. After she was done, I got up and left. I was hungover and hated getting lectured. Looking back, I deserved it.

I went to the Twin Admiral Drive-In with my buddy Randy and our girls. We decided to bring some booze, I can't remember why. Cherry and Marcia, Randy's girlfriend, freaked out on us. Cherry did tell me once that she wasn't ever going out with me if I was drinking, and of course, I didn't listen. I never do. I found her walking with three greasers. It pissed me off at the time. We got out and forced Cherry and Marcia to go with us. One greaser, with rust-colored sideburns, was ready to fight us. He gave a kid a busted soda bottle and flicked out his blade. Randy said there were more of us in the back seat, he was only bluffin'. Cherry hollered at us, saying fighting was useless.

Me and Randy dropped our girls off and picked up some friends. We were going to find the greasers that picked up our girls. At the time, I wanted revenge. They were ours. Not theirs. We found them walking to the park. And! There was a fountain. I'd drown the kid that was with Cherry and Randy would get the kid with Marcia.

Once we got out of the car, we cornered the kids.

"Well well well, look what we have here." I spoke with a grin. My flask, filled with alcohol, was near my mouth.

"A couple of greasers, Sheldon." One of my pals chuckled.

"Y'know what greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair." I said in an overly cocky voice. Randy snickered.

The kid that was talking with Cherry spoke up. "And you know what socs are? White trash with mustangs and madras." He spit at me.

"Get him!" I yelled.

I heard a "run!" come from him. He and the other kid took off. I had him down and in the fountain in a few minutes. Two guys were on the thin kid, Randy was helping me with the Curtis kid.

After a few seconds, the two beating up on the scrawny kid came and help. I felt something in my back. Then everything froze. I looked around. My friends were staring at me. I looked behind me to see the kid with a blade. It was covered in blood. My blood.

Why had I done what I did? Why didn't I listen to Cherry when she said she didn't like me drinking? If I had listened, would I still be in this situation? I didn't wanna die, I was too young. I was only 18. I'd be off to college next year. I had a whole life ahead of me.

How would people remember me? Would I always be the stupid, drunk soc who went around jumping greasers? What would Cherry do when she found out? I knew I was running out of time. I always wondered what my death would be like. What it’d look like.

This is how my story ends. If only I had listened to Cherry and Marcia when they said not to drink. Maybe then I’d still be alive. I regret everything.

As my time seemed to unfreeze, I felt the pain of the blade enter my body. My friends all ran off. Cowards, I thought. I felt my body hit the pavement beside the fountain. I couldn’t see. I heard the coughing of the kid I had tried drowning. Boy, did I feel sorry now.

As I felt everything slip away, the last thing I heard was; “I killed him.”

Then everything stopped.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #darrel curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #dally winston #two bit mathews #bob sheldon #joe biden #donald duck

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tougher-colder-meaner · 3 years

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Do you do headcanons? If so, could I have some hcs for cherry or evie? Thanks! /pos

I do! they're my preferred form of writing haha they're easy for me

I'll do both just generally, and if you meant relationship wise, i can do another set for you :D tysm for sending a request! <3

cherry:

she dries/presses flowers, and whenever she sends a letter, birthday card, thank you note, etc, she sends one along with it

after pony mentions the sunset to her, she watches it a lot more intently, and actually has made herself a little spot on the roof of her house with blankets and snacks to watch it every night

i feel like she'd be a casual artist, you know? she probably paints every once in a while

she'd be super into scrunchies, not even just using them in her hair, but wearing them around her wrist and matching them with her outfits

loves seeing lipstick stains, whether she left them or not, and will purposefully apply way too much lipstick/gloss/product so that when she sips a drink it's around the rim

probably wears anklets, nice ones though, gold chains with a little heart pendant or something

the type of person to buy a pen and wear down the ink before buying a new one, so she's only got one pencil/pen for months at a time, not a bunch that she uses all at once

i'd like to think that she actually does see pony outside of school, nothing more than a friendship, just watching the sunset together or going to see a movie

she keeps post-it notes that her friends pass to her in classes, she never throws them away

she probably keeps them in the pockets of her jackets or something, or the skirt that she was wearing at the time

she's got a memory jar, where she puts photo strips, movie tickets, some pressed flowers, little seashells that she's found, and some of the aforementioned notes

evie:

honestly seems like they use she/they to me, hope it doesn't throw you off that that's what I'll be using :)

all we see of her is from steve so i'll mention that but i wanna get into their quirks and habits too

probably brings steve (and soda) lunch on fridays

knows that steve's really worried about relationship stabilities, because he thinks soda's a god with relationships, and sandy cheated on him, so he's really worried about himself and evie

she takes this into account, and does whatever she can to reassure him that they love him and only him

they're the type of person to find a cool rock on the ground and pick it up and show people and then take it home

she probably has a little rock garden somewhere in her room

crocs advocate, especially the neon colored ones

has a septum piercing, and steve teases them about it constantly, poking it, pulling (lightly) on it, etc

dyes her hair so often that honestly everyone's surprised it's not falling off

doc martens, all day every day

seems like the type of person to paint denim jackets and wear them but ! also ! paints steve's too ! he doesn't yell at her or anything, he's honestly really really sweet with her, but he freaks out when they paint all of his vests

one of the only people that is brave enough to stand up/mouth off to dallas and one of the only people that he lets stand up/mouth off to him

i hope these were good, thank you so much for requesting! it means a lot to me that you'd give me a chance like this to get myself out there :D

#cherry valance #cherry valance imagine #cherry valance oneshot #cherry valance preference #cherry valance scenario #cherry valance headcanon #cherry valance headcanons #cherry valance hcs #evie #the outsiders evie #steve x evie #steve randle x evie #stop it i hate that we don't have evie's last name #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders preferences

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windrixville · 5 years

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“‘Hey,’ I said suddenly, ‘can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?’ She blinked, startled, then smiled. ‘Real good.’ ‘You can see it good from the East Side, too,’ I said quietly. ‘Thanks, Ponyboy.’ She smiled through her tears. ‘You dig okay.’ She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly.”

Okay, this little interaction really strikes me because Pony stated before that he didn’t like people who had green eyes and he notes that Cherry has green eyes after their conversation where she helps him out even though she can’t publicly be seen interacting with him at all. While we all call out Pony for being an unreliable character, it goes to show he goes through change even as he writes this book. Getting to know Cherry made him realize that not everything is all black and white and his first assumptions of people are not always correct. Idk guys that last sentence just struck me.

#karen stop talking #ponyboy curtis #cherry valance #i love them both #the outsiders #character analysis #why do yall hate on cherry #when ponyboy doesnt even hate on her #karen rambles #i never get enough sleep #my writing

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transsteverandle · 6 years

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y’all sure love slamming that reblog whenever there’s a post about pony, johnny, or dally but suddenly y’all are looking the other way when the post about darry, steve, or bob. and don’t even get me started on when the posts are about the female characters

#and i aint talking ships!#and this doesnt just go for my posts either yknow #i post about cherry i get like 30 notes not bad but the post before it talking about dally and ponyboy got like twice that #and im thinking whatever it wont stay like that it #it does until like it finally that its been around long enough to get some steam going but it takes a lot longer then it would for the mains #i post about johnny it gains fast #i post about darr it and it takes all the time in the world to be seen #and i know a lot can be blamed on tumblr too #but i know some people still be treating characters with disrespect but act like they aint so theu dont get shit #and another thing #some of yall are STILL acting like hating on cherry or her stans makes you cool when instead it makes yall look so ugly #its sad and gross stop #i saw some shit and i am tired !#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #cherry valance #johnny cade #darry curtis #bob shelon

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coquettejohnny · 4 months

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cherry valance haters are not welcome in my vicinity

but seriously why do you guys hate her so much?? it's all the same reasons but they're not even good

"she didnt visit johnny in the hospital" HE KILLED HER BOYFRIEND??? shit i wouldn't visit my partner's killer either dude 😭

"she was mean to ponyboy" socs couldn't be seen with greasers, it'll ruin their rep, and their rep is really important to them. sure yeah its a bit selfish but i don't think you understand how badly treated she'd be if she were to openly hang out with ponyboy or the other greasers. she still cares deeply for him, just can't express that openly

and when people say she disregarded ponyboy's issue by saying "things are rough all over" makes me wanna explode. THINGS WERE IN FACT ROUGH ALL OVER??? DID RANDY'S CONVERSATION WITH PONYBOY IN CHAPTER 7 FLY OVER YOUR HEAD????? DID THE ENTIRETY OF CH 11-12 JUST NOT EXIST TO YOU?

hell i wouldnt care so much about people hating her if it weren't for these bullshit reasons, and most of her haters like DALLAS??? how hypocritical could you get holy shit. dally literally HARASSED her for like 5-10 minutes straight and no one says anything about that, but suddenly if cherry is a lil selfish the whole world stops spinning

i feel like you guys just forget everyone in the outsiders is just a teenager with mostly absent parents. in this case the socs had no limits set for them, nobody ever told them no, so how would they know?? she's just a girl like everyone else, she's bound to have flaws

i cant make people love her but at least try to have a good reason as to why you hate her

thank you for coming to my ted talk have a good day (unless you hate cherry)

#the outsiders #cherry valance #if she has no defenders im dead #i'm her biggest defender ever #cherry defender till i die #stop cherry valance hate #at least have a good reason #sorry for the yap session #this makes me irrationally angry

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genderfluidsodapopcurtis · 6 years

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IN THIS HOUSE OF JESUS WE LOVE AND RESPECT CHERRY VALANCE

#the outsiders #cherry valance #stop hating on my fucking wife

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tulsa-trash · 3 years

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Bob Sheldon Headcanons

WARNING(S): Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, death; got angsty towards the end there god damn—

Has an older brother named Gordon who moved away to go to law school, they’re a little over 4 years apart. They were never really close, due to their father creating unnecessary competition between them since they were younger. He doesn’t like talking about him much.

Mr. Sheldon would always compare Bob to Gordon, saying that Bob “ought to be more like his big brother instead of screwing around all the time.” Overtime Bob grew to resent his old man a whole lot.

Mrs. Sheldon is a chain smoker, she tried her best to hide it from the family but eventually Bob found out. Most of the time after she gets into a fight with her husband, she locks herself in one of their bathrooms, opens the window, and silently lights a cigarette as she stews by herself. One night she forgot to lock the door and Bob walked in on her. He promised he wouldn’t tell dad.

He tended to favor his momma over his daddy, she spoiled him more and he felt she was always easier to talk to than dad.

His parents have a decent age gap, his mother being eleven years younger than his father. They’d known each other since they were kids, his dad was best friends with one of his mom’s brothers growing up.

Being spoiled rotten with tons of cash throughout life has its pros and cons. Despite always coming off as cocky and entitled, deep down bob hated being a soc. At the age of 18 he already had all the money, nice clothes, popularity, and dr*gs he could ever want, so why even try?

He had no goals for himself, didn’t want to go to college, didn’t want to work, he could really care less about all that. He had a tuff car and he was dating one of the hottest gals in school, that was all that was important to him.

He met his best friend, Randy, in kindergarten. They went to catholic school together, they’re parents even get along well. Both of their childhoods were spent visiting each other’s houses and going to family cookouts often.

His dad forced him to join a baseball league in seventh grade, even though Bob expressed he didn’t like it his dad made him stick with it for a few years. He was eventually kicked off the varsity team his sophomore year in high school for excessive drinking, along with constantly butting heads with his teammates and the coach.

The only good thing he got out of baseball was watching Cherry Valance preform with the cheerleaders at his games, that’s how their relationship started.

He’s secretly blind as a bat, but he refuses to wear glasses. Bob found out he desperately needed glasses in the third grade. once all the kids in his class seen him with those thick-brimmed, magnifying glasses it was all over. he was teased ruthlessly to the point where he just stopped wearing them and never put them on again.

“What happened to those god awful goggles, Sheldon?”

“Psh. They were fake I wore em as a joke.” 😅

^ That forced him to sit in the front of class a lot so he didn’t have to struggle as much to see the board. Even though the poor b*stard was blind the entire time, it made him used to getting called on by the teachers and chatting with his classmates. He was one of the most popular boys in town in no time.

Mr. Sheldon slowly became an alcoholic as his boys grew up. He went from one glass of scotch at night to taking a shot immediately when he wakes up in the morning and being plastered by the afternoon. Usually he’s a sluggish drunk, but god forbid he gets to drinking when he’s mad.

His old man was terrifying when he was both intoxicated and livid. He never put his hands on his wife but there have been multiple drunken episodes where he either destroyed sh*t in the house... or he’d beat Bob.

If you were to ask Bob if he would rather get hit with a belt or his dad’s hands, he would pick the belt. Even the metal part hitting him was no where near as painful as his father’s closed-fist strikes with his gold rings. If Bob had a good buzz on it numbed the pain a bit, so he tried his best to be hammered before he got home most nights.

His mother never stepped in or said anything about it, she’d clean up her husband’s mess and go to bed. The next morning the family would act as if it didn’t happen. They had to maintain their pristine reputation of course, wouldn’t want the neighborhood to know both Mr. Sheldon and his youngest son had drinking problems. Bob eventually couldn’t even stand his mom anymore. He hated them.

Mrs. Sheldon hated herself too, and her husband. She knew her baby boy was f*cked up because of them, the guilt ate away at her every day. Deep down in her heart she knew her son was drinking and causing trouble because of how he was brought up— how he was being treated at home... and she did nothing about it.

The mixture of bullies at school and his own personal bully at home molded him into being the arrogant and angry a*shole we’ve come to know. No one would be able to hurt him if he just beat them to it and hurt them first... right?

One night things got really bad, Bob’s report card came in the mail while he was out on a date with Cherry. His daddy was displeased, to say the least, 3 bold F’s sat on the paper.

“That no good son of a b*tch is lucky he ain’t home.” Mr. Sheldon spat as he slammed the report card on the dining room table, his wife visibly flinched.

When Bob got home that night he was already fired up, some greasers were trying to make a move on Cherry and Randy’s girl, Marcia, at the Nightly Double. The last thing he expected when he got home was to see his mother sweeping up broken glass while nursing a busted lip and a black eye.

They held eye contact for a long moment, neither of them said a word. His mother looked at him with so much pain, so much regret in her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Bob turned around and left wordlessly.

He picked up a few of his friends, stopped by the liquor store, then began to look for some trouble. He immediately drove to the east side of town to look for some greasers to mess with, and after only fifteen minutes of cruising his eyes landed two younger boys from the drive-in earlier that night.

“Jackpot.” He slurred to himself as he turned his car onto the grass and pulled up to the park.

Whoever wasn’t helping Bob restrain the greaser he was drowning was beating the second boy in the grass. Every now and then Bob would pull the kid out of the water only to shove him back in almost immediately. He held him under the water, the cold liquid splashed everywhere managing to soak everyone near the fountain but he didn’t care... he couldn’t feel a thing.

The other greaser was shouting, his pals continued to egg him on as he continued swing the greaser’s head back and forth wildly under the water. He didn’t even know what anyone was saying, he wasn’t paying attention, all his focus was directly on hurting the individual in his grasp.

Red. Everything was fine until Bob noticed the water was changing colors. His ears were ringing, all he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps rapidly getting lower and lower, farther away. There was no more yelling, no more voices.

“Did I k.ill him?” He thought to himself, immediate regret and fear flooding over him.

He let go of the kids shirt and fell over with a soft thud, a sharp pain erupted from his torso. His hand lightly touched the left side of his ribs and there it was... warm, red liquid coated his fingertips after he pulled his hand away. It was then he noticed the other greaser, the tan boy frantically pulled his friend out of the water and laid him down on the cold concrete.

“P-Pony? Ponyboy?” He shook violently, his right fist held a switchblade tightly. “Oh god... what did I do... what did I do.”

Bob watched him slowly sink to the ground, his back resting against the side of the fountain as he began to sob. His eyes flickered to the unconscious kid, Ponyboy. He didn’t understand how his body went from hot to cold as fast as it did, the reality of the situation was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at the sky and took in a strangled breath before wincing in pain. To his left he noticed his flask— his dads old flask, it was his eighteenth birthday gift. The thought of his father’s proud face as he handed it to him that day made Bob sick. He reached for it, the cold metal on his palm soothed him a bit. He weakly unscrewed the cap and went to take a sip, only to realize it was empty. Johnny watched him the entire time with a horrified gaze, but Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Damn... that’s a shame.” The Soc grumbled to himself.

He tossed it, making it land a few feet away in the grass. His attention returned to the starry sky, a light feeling crept its way in his chest. He couldn’t tell if that was just him dying or if it was something else, but after eighteen years of being in this world his finally took the time to stop and look at how beautiful the sky was for the first and last time. He was scared, he didn’t want to go so soon, yet at the same time... he was relieved.

“Wow...” Bob sighed, “Ain’t this something else.”

His vision began to blur, tears— or was that also death? He felt the salty streams creep past his eyelids and run down the corners of his eyes. He was ready.

With one final breath, he passed away. His eyes never closed, he died looking at the stars.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #bob sheldon #cherry valance #robert sheldon #bob sheldon imagine #bob sheldon headcanons #bob sheldon hcs

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cherry-valances-wife · 3 years

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there’s literally no point in hating on cherry valance, she literally had nothing to do with like bob dying and the main story plot

“she could have stopped him” HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO KNOW, she might not even have known he had jumped ppl

there’s no evidence that she was ever stuck up or entitled, she was nice to pony and Johnny and didn’t even care that they were greasers. ofc she isn’t gonna want to see Johnny, whether or not she even liked bob he was still probably her first boyfriend and she didn’t know how to feel abt him DYING

y’all just hate her bc she’s prettier then u

#the outsiders #cherry valance #cherry #bob sheldon #shessohotidkwhatyallareon #imacherrystan4life

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chaotically-cas · 3 years

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I'm going crazy so be prepared for a lot of asks

I want these NOW 🔪 /j

ABSOLUTELY MUAH!!!!! I’m assuming you want Chylvia so....

Warnings: kissing

Words: 390

Fluff

Taglist: @naturallesbain @twobitapologist @therealsehinton @tulsaokgreasers @donttakemyknives

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Cherry Valance and Sylvia Weston. A grease and a soc. No one understood how they got along the way they did. They had been practically inseparable since they met through Dally. Instantly bonding through their love/hate for the boy. But pretty soon it was much more than that.

Constantly going to the movies together, always shopping, even just walking down the street; there they were. Wherever Cherry was, so was Sylvia. Wherever Sylvia was, there was Cherry.

It was a Friday night, not too cold but not hot, and of course the two best friends were glued at the hip.

They were walking down the better part of two just babbling along as they usually did. Trading stories and jokes.

“Oh! Cherry look!!” Sylvia cheered pointing to a record story across the street. Cherry knew how much she loved everything music.

“Wanna check it out?” Cherry giggled, nodding towards the store.

“I don’t got any money” Sylvia frowned.

“So? I’ll pay!” Cherry grinned, pulling Sylvia across the street towards the record shop.

They opened the door and walked inside. It smelled like old books and milkshakes. It was a fantastic smell.

“You really don’t gotta Cherry...” Sylvia pleaded.

“I want to! My treat” Cherry smiled softly.

Sylvia loved her smile. Sylvia loved everything about Cherry, she’d be lying if she says she didn’t.

“Fine. But I’ll pay you back.”

They continued to walk around the store, Sylvia excitedly picking up records of people and music she recognized, teaching Cherry a bit about them as they went along.

Sylvia finally decided on a jazz album she fell in love with.

Cherry paid for it and they continued to walk without purpose down the dimming street.

“That was real nice of you, Cherry. I don’t know how I’ll pay ya back” Sylvia said, still blown away by Cherry’s kindness and friendship.

“I know how. Kiss me” Cherry stated simply.

“What?” Sylvia asked, stopping walking to look Cherry in the eyes.

“You heard me. Kiss me. Can I kiss you?” Cherry smiled at a very surprised looking Sylvia.

Within seconds Sylvia found their lips pressed together in the softest most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. Neither of them wanted to pull away.

“God, I’ve wanted that for so long” Sylvia blushed, tasting the last bit of bubblegum lipstick on her mouth.

#the outsiders #the outsiders Chylvia #Chylvia #Cas loves nini

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