Cherry Lover

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Call me Peggy! (Yes like the Hamilton character)

This is my outsiders blog and I post everything outsiders related (book, movie, musical, and cast)

Im a lesbian who uses all pronouns (they/them is most preferred 

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My favorite character is definitely Cherry Valance (despite the fact I am in love with her, I love her character and all the headcannons I’ve made for her)

I deeply love Pb+j, or Johnnyboy, whatever we’re calling it. I have harassed my LA teacher a lot with it (I’m still working on my CER on why their in love)

I hate Jally, I think their siblings for sure and I will fight for that my whole tumblr career 

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Two-bit: Happy Gay month cause you know your gay and stuff

Ponyboy: ok thank you

Two-bit: here you got a gay ballon cuz it got all the colors cuz it’s gay

Ponyboy: Two-

Two-bit: and I got skittles cause it got a rainbow on it

Two-bit: and I got this cookie cake and it says ‘be who you are’

Ponyboy: be who you areee

Two-bit: for your prideee

Darry: He is there and getting the fuck out of there as soon as diploma (he has a family to take care of now 💔)

Sodapop: HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT 👎

Two-bit: (if he even ended up graduating after failing to stay in school) He is hitting the emotes like crazy and starts dancing on stage

Steve: He has the most cold stone face and ignores any teacher who tries to shake his hand

Dally: He is NOT graduating with the amount of absences he has

Johnny: He shows up in Darry’s gown and is drowning, he trips on stage…

Ponyboy: Speed Skating

Sodapop: Cross Country Skiing

Darry: Ice Hockey

Two-Bit: Luge

Steve: Skeleton

Dally: Nordic Skiing

Johnny: Freestyle Skiing

Ellen: so I heard you love ponies

Soda: yeah

(Ponies start wrecking the studio)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one about my girl LJ and her basically mother, Isabella(@crashingout24-7). It’s a little late, but it’s fine cause I got too tired, anyway here!

TW: Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentioned Abortion

Pregnant. 19. Pregnant and 19. LJ was fucked to put it blankly. She was definitely getting outcasted from society now. 

She just cried at the test in her hand. She never cried. LJ hadn’t cried in years. Not since she met Isabella when she was 14, not during anything. Right now though? She was sobbing. 

What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t raise a kid. She couldn’t afford an illegal abortion that was safe. Either way, she’d have to go through with the pregnancy even if she sent it off for adoption. Everyone would know by the time it was born. She’d still be shunned. 

She barely looked up when the door opened.  “LJ! I need to fix my hair!” Dally yelled as he burst in before pausing at the look of LJ.

She slowly lifted her head to be met with Dally’s face of concern. Dally had never seen LJ cry. As tough as Dally was, this was still worrying. It was still his sister crying on the floor when she never cried. 

She had bought the pregnancy test off of a friend who knew the lady who made them. They were accurate, really accurate. She had other hints too. She was late for her period, which was strange when she was always on time. 

She was just crumpled into a ball of despair on the bathroom floor. She couldn’t afford to live in her own house. She just either stayed at Isabella’s or at Buck’s when Isabella was stressed. She didn’t even have a stable relationship. Her and Angela were off and on every other week. They were off right now but LJ was debating going to the Shepards’ house anyway. 

“You look terrible.” Dallas said as he stared at her. Not a good comforter anyway. She knew she looked bad, how could she not when she was crying with mascara dripping down her cheeks. “Let’s just get you to Ma…”

He helped LJ up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a small gesture of somewhat comfort, though he’d deny it if anyone said anything. He just guided her down the stairs, ignoring the people in Buck’s living room. He glared as someone pointed at LJ. 

The Winston girl who was usually strong and aggressive. She now looked small and weak. She just followed Dally into Buck’s car. Buck wouldn’t mind, as long as the blonde didn’t total the car…again. 

LJ just sat in the seat, waiting until they got to Isabella’s, staring out the car like it would tell her something. The wind hit her but she didn’t care today. Usually she would push her hair out of her face and curse at it. 

She got out as soon as the car was stopped, walking up to the door and opening it like always. A swipe of blonde hair looked up from the kitchen table. 

If LJ’s running mascara and tears wasn’t a dead giveaway that something was wrong. Then the way LJ hurried to Isabella definitely was. LJ loved her basically mom, of course, but she never ran to her. She sometimes even waited for Isabella to come to her.

“Ma…” LJ started, her voice cracking as she started to sob again. She didn’t know what to do. What was she supposed to do? She was so uncertain. Very uncertain. 

She just hugged onto Isabella as the blonde hugged her back, rubbing her back as she sobbed. She let go once Isabella pulled away. She had barely noticed that the girl had moved to shuffle LJ to the couch. 

She just watched as Isabella moved to tuck a blanket around her. She took the water that was offered, drinking it carefully as Isabella grabbed a piece of the brownie pan on the stove. She just sunk into the couch with her brownie. It was nice. The familiarity as much as she said she hated getting familiar to things. 

She felt comforted, her tears weren’t flowing anymore. Her mascara was still ruined but there was nothing she could do about that for now. She just ate her brownie carefully as she thought about what to do. She didn’t know what to do. How to do it. She just had to sit and think about it. Even if she didn’t love thinking because it always got complicated. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just another OC of mine babysitting Cat (my first oc’s) cat with her brother, Dally. Potts is not a demon I swear, he’s just silly

TW: Cursing

How hard can taking care of one cat be? Very hard apparently. There Potts was, glaring at Dally who was on the couch.

“LJ! He’s staring at me again!” Dally whined, throwing a piece of popcorn at the orange cat. The cat immediately hissed, moving to swat at the popcorn.

“Stop it you demon!” Dally pointed at the cat as if he had done something wrong. What could a cat do wrong though? 

“Maybe he’s hungry? Feed him some popcorn.” LJ shrugged.

“Me?! You feed him the popcorn!” Dallas shoved LJ forward, handing her the bowl of popcorn.

The girl just rolled her eyes, picking up a piece of popcorn as she moved close to the cat.

“Here kitty kitty.” She pushed the popcorn at Potts’ mouth. The cat promptly swiped at her in response, scratching her arm.

“Oh my god- Dally it scratched me! I’m infected!” LJ screeched, jumping back.

The cat just stared at her. It’s orange tail swayed back and forth. He meowed, moving to swat again but at the air this time.

“You dumbass! You should’ve just thrown it at him!” Dally hit her on the head.

“Ow! You bitch!” She moved to pounce on him but he rolled off the couch too fast. Potts just watched from the tv stand. 

“Maybe he wants like cat food. That weird stuff Cat left on the counter.” He said, watching the cat who was glaring at him. Potts meowed again at the word ‘food’. 

“Go! I tried to feed him, it’s your turn now.” LJ huffed, kicking him to go feed Potts. Dally groaned as he got up, walking off to the kitchen. Potts jumped off the tv stand, following after him. 

“I think he is hungry…” Dally said as the cat followed him, pausing his walking for a minute. The orange cat quickly moved to hit Dally’s heel, mad that he wasn’t getting fed. 

“Stop that, demon cat!” Dally hurried over to the counter to grab the food Catherina had left out for them. He was quick to put it in some random bowl lying around, sliding it onto the floor.

Finally contented, Potts just leaned down to eat his food. Dally sighed, walking back to his sister as if he had just won a war. 

“You care if Angela comes over?” LJ asked as she moved to pick up the Curtis’ home phone.

“Where supposed to be babysitting this cat and your calling your girlfriend?” He huffed.

“Well yeah.” She rolled her eyes, moving to dial anyway. 

“Why do we even have to watch him? He’s a cat,” Dally huffed, moving to kick the cat which immediately got him scratched again, “Tell Angela to bring salt at least, the one for demons.” 

“You’re so dramatic. He’s just a cat-“ LJ started before her foot was pounced on. Potts was now attached to her foot, trying to bite at the sock.

“Stop! Ma just got me these socks! Off you stupid cat!” She scolded, shaking her foot to attempt to get the cat off.

“I told you he’s a demon! You should always listen to your older brother because I’m smart.” Dally declared. 

“Shut up Dallas!” She hit him on the head. 

“LJ!” He whined, rubbing his head.

“I thought you were supposed to be tuff.” She rolled her eyes.

“Shut up!”

A meow broke through the sibling bickering. Potts had moved to sit on the couch with Dally, pushing his head into the man’s side. Dally slowly moved to pat the cat’s head. Potts hissed at the rough pat, scratching Dally.

“It did it again!” He got up, storming to the kitchen, grabbing the salt. 

“Dally, it’s a cat.” LJ huffed.

Dallas just started throwing salt onto the cat as it hissed. Right as the door opened.

“Potts!” Catherina entered, rushing over to scoop the cat up, protecting him from Dally. The orange cat cuddled into his owner.

“I asked you to watch him for one hour!” Cat huffed.

“Your cat is evil. He scratched us both!” Dally replied as if it was an obvious statement.

“He is not evil! He is just a baby! Right, min lilla Potts?” The blonde smiled at the cat, cuddling into him as if he was a baby.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I very much meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep. I did finish it in time for Flufftober, just didn’t post it in time :(

TW: Drinking, Mention of Death

Catherina was quiet today. Usually she was loud and bubbly and full of energy. Today, she was quieter, peaceful, thoughtful. She made it. One year sober. She hadn’t touched any alcohol in a year. It felt good. Even if she saw everyone else drinking. She thought she should keep it this way since she moved to America.

She had almost given in. Her birthday, her time missing home, everyone’s death anniversaries. But she didn’t. She stayed strong. 

She just walked out of the bathroom where she had been curling her hair to the kitchen where her cousins were. She took out the orange juice, pouring a glass. 

“Cat, cake?” Soda asked, offering her a big piece of chocolate cake. She shook her head, pushing the chocolate cake away. She often said no to cake in the morning, claimed it would give you a stomachache. 

Ponyboy was sat at the table, eating his cake as he did an assignment for school.

“Didn’t Darry tell you to do that last night?” Cat asked, in which she was quickly shushed. She just looked back at the fridge, putting the orange juice away and closing the fridge. There was too essays on the fridge. Pony’s with an A and her’s with a C. At first the C had made her sad but she was improving. Soda had insisted on putting it on the fridge because the C stood for Cat.

Her essay wasn’t as nice as Pony’s. The formatting was right but she misspelled words often and forgotten English spelling rules. She had remembered how to spell perfect though. She was glad she had Cherry to help her. It got her grade up a bit. 

“Hey kiddos.” She whipped around to see Darry in the doorway. She smiled, moving forward to hug her cousin. 

“Morning Darry!” She said cheerfully. She accepted the kiss to her hair before unraveling to drink her breakfast juice.

“Pony, I thought I told you to do that assignment yesterday.” Darry scolded as he grabbed a bite of Soda’s cake. 

“I fell asleep!” Pony whined like a kid.

Cat was back to sitting quietly. Usually she chatted all through breakfast. She was quiet today. She was one year sober. She kept reminding herself. It was a celebration. She was proud. It almost felt like letting go of her past a bit.

“What’s wrong with Chatty Catty?” Soda asked, ruffling her hair a bit.

“Huh?” She snapped her head back up to look at him. 

“You’re quiet this morning.” He shrugged.

“Just taking in the morning.” She hummed with a small smile.

“Dear Diary, what a glorious morning.” Two-bit teased as soon as he appeared in the room, having heard.

“I do not sound like that!” She gasped.

“A little bit.” Pony added. She just huffed before finishing her juice. She looked over as  Two-bit grabbed a beer out of the fridge. 

She didn’t feel the need to listen to the familiar hiss it made when it opened today. She just smiled to herself. One year sober. 

“Cat, isn’t it your anniversary or something?” Darry asked as he remembered at the beer.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“That goal to not drink for a year. Isn’t it your one year sober anniversary?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Dipping my toes into angstober this year. This prompt I chose to do about my outsiders oc Cat! Enjoyyy.

TW: Drugs, Drinking, Death, Overdose

Catherina sat on her bed, feet swinging, her pupils were large as they stared at her wall. It was creepy, really. If you didn’t look closer.  

“You look wasted, Rinaah!” Freja laughed as she leaned against the doorway. 

“Huh?” She snapped her head over to look at her friend, that was also wasted. 

Freja just laughed again, walking over and swinging an arm around Cat’s shoulder. “We should go to the beach,” She sing-songed, “Livia and Lena and Johan and maybe Anders if we get lucky!” 

“Mmm ok.” She got up, taking Freja’s hand and following after the girl. The house was already a bit trashed even though it was only 11pm. There were some beer bottles and baggies and cookies and blunts. Things that Cat knew her parents would never want her to do. 

She just walked out the front door, closing it with a click before heading down the street with Freja as the girl talked and talked about  things Cat couldn’t understand. Cat was a little confused. Her mind felt blurry and mixed up.

She just held onto Freja’s hand to guide her. She looked back up as she watched her bare feet sink into the sun. She saw her friends surrounding a small circle of rocks. She saw smoke but she knew it wasn’t from a fire. She just made her way to the circle of rocks.

“My Rina.” Livia smiled, putting an arm around the blonde, kissing the girl’s head. 

“Hi Livie.” Cat curled herself into her girlfriend, the smoke filling her lungs at how close she was to Livia’s blunt but she didn’t mind.

“Here, have a puff.” The brunette offered the blunt with another smile. 

“Ok.” Her girlfriend replied, taking the blunt and a quick puff. She had assumed it was just weed but it was something mixed. Maybe weed and cocaine? She wasn’t sure.

Cat just casted a look over at the others as she took in the drugs. She watched as Freja had already found someone to make out with. Jonhan or Anders. She couldn’t tell. The two boys always looked similar from behind.

“Come on, let’s go swim Rina.” Livia pulled on her hand. 

“I’m not wearing a bathing suit.” Cat frowned, her hand intertwined with Livia’s, letting the girl drag her.

“And?” The other girl just laughed, getting into the ocean fully clothed. Cat followed, her clothes now soaking the deeper in she went. It was a nice kind of night. Clear sky full of stars. The waves were almost still, not trying to knock over the two girls in the ocean. 

Cat just wrapped her arms around Livia, shivering. It was cold, the ocean was always cold. Which was nice on a warm day. Not as much so on a cold night.

“Cold?” Livia teased. It was a thing with the brunette. Any sign of weakness was something worthy to be teased of.

“No.” Cat huffed, wanting to stand her ground.

“Look, how about you go home? And store these things for me.” Livia dropped a baggie into her girlfriend’s hand. Pink powder. Most likely cocaine but color dyed to be funner.

“I don’t know. My parents could find it.” Cat frowned down at the bag.

“Come on, don’t be so gutless.” The brunette rolled her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not.” Cat started before closing her mouth to think of more woods.

“Don’t you want to help your girlfriend.” Livia’s smile turned into a frown.

“I’ll put them somewhere.” The blonde sighed, cradling them against her chest.

“That’s a good Rina.” Livia smiled again, kissing Cat before sending the girl off.

Cat was careful to place them under her bed, no one ever looked there, when she got home. The drugs had started to wear off a little bit. The cold had helped. She just moved around the house to clean up before her parents returned. Trips to her grandmas were always long, sometimes she got out of them by saying she had homework. Which was never true. Cat was a top student, always got her homework done during class or lunch.

She pushed the beer bottles to the bottom of the trash can, the cookies back to their place. She made sure everything looked fine. She spread her homework out on the living room table. It was all done but she could play pretend. She just sat over it, putting her pencil next to it.

She was quiet as she listened for the familiar tires on driveway and keys in the door. She looked over as the door opened. 

“Mamma! Pappa!” She got up to greet her parents, pushing down the guilt she often felt when she was around them now. 

“Catherina.” Her mother wrapped her arms around Cat before shushing the girl. She gestured towards her husband who was carrying Cat’s younger sisters. Elisabeth and Kristina were holding onto their pappa. It was quieter when they returned home now. No baby Lars to wake up and cry about moving. 

They had known Lars could die from SIDS. It just didn’t seem like it would. He had been fine the day before. Giggling and gurgling. Cat could remember she was babysitting that day. Then the next day, he didn’t wake up. I guess that’s why they called it sudden infant death syndrome. It really was sudden. Their grieving period was short. Life had to keep moving.

Cat nodded at the twins, snuggling into her mamma again before letting go, knowing her mother needed to help with the twins.

“Don’t stay up too late Rina.” Her pappa warned, leaning to kiss her head without dropping the twins. She nodded, watching her parents walk off. 

She just gathered her papers up and put them away before going to her room. She needed to sleep anyway. Her brain still felt a little bit foggy.

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Cat got home from school like normal. She opened the door with her key, Kristina was good at locking it after coming in. 

“Kris, Elisa!” She called, wandering over to the cookies on the counter and taking one.

No reply from either. She peeked outside to see Kristina sat in the garden, playing. She normally would’ve seen Elisabeth as well. She placed the cookie with a bite in it down, walking around the house. She slowly peeked open the door to her room that was halfway open. 

There on the ground was Elisabeth. “Elisa, I told you not to-“ Cat paused main sentence when she realized Elisa wasn’t moving. 

“Elisa…” She sucked in a breath before moving to flip her little sister who was on the ground near her bed. The little girl’s eyes were open, dead open, pupils so tiny. Her lips were blueish purple. And she definitely wasn’t breathing. 

“Elisabeth!” Cat cried as she grabbed onto the girl’s shoulders, moving to search for a pulse point. She looked over at the open bag of cocaine under her bed. The one she had brought home. The one she had hid.

She should’ve said no to Livia. This was suddenly all her fault. She made the wrong choice. Wrong choice. It rang through her head like a buzzer. 

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Her eyes shot open hard. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a memory disguised as a dream. She just blinked into the ceiling.