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okaii jimmy rant heh..

he's popular. like he knows everyone. he moved to tulsa in 7th grade (he was from norman, oklahoma). he immediately started making friends. he's just charismatic like that. (/modern) he knows all the references, all the lyrics, never misses a beat (to brain rot and memes lmao). he's funny. he's loud.

but when there's a test to be studied for or an assignment to be completed he LOCKS IN. like if there is a worksheet given he will go silent and complete that shit within ten minutes. with test's he's he same. he will study and he will put in that work and it shows in his grades. all As.

he's not like a nerd or an academic beast he's just applied.

also he likes getting stuff out of the way and done quickly. example:

there is an individual test, and the teacher asks who wants to go first. his hand is up. in his mind he's done the work, he's ready and he just wants to get it over with. no stalling, no procrastination.

also he's always like getting into stuff, mostly because of his friends.

"hey jimmy wanna go to baseball tryouts with me?"

"sure when are they?"

he did that for so many things, same with clubs. like he gives a fuck about crochet, but his friend does, so he'll go.

but when he's upset you don't rlly want to go near him. um! it's an experience. not because he'll punch you or insult you, but you know those people that are just always so happy, it's just super uncomfortable to see them serious/upset? well, he's like that. he mostly goes quiet. but he tries to hide it for the most part. he's not good with feelings.

okay bai for now <33

𐔌 . ⋮ GUESS .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

“Is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?”

Synopsis…! Lynn gets herself a new tattoo, but is scared of how the gang will react — but it’s the way Dally reacts that catches her off guard.

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She’d meant to tell them — honest — she just forgot.

A week prior, Lynn went out and decided to treat herself, inevitably having the bright idea to get a tattoo on her lower back. She’d wanted one for years anyway, and now that she’s eighteen, she can do whatever the hell she wants.

Somehow, though, she managed to forget to tell the gang. Despite the fact they’re some of her best friends, it just didn't feel like something to speak about with them –Angela Shepard, however, is. She was the first and only person she’s told, and because she’s Angela, she loved the design.

“Oh my god, it’s so hot! I might get one too, now! We should match-!” She then blabbered on for an hour about nonsense.

For a while after she got it, she’d simply forgotten to tell them. The design was often covered by pants, anyways. One day, though, her silly little secret gets revealed in a rather odd manner…

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It was blazing hot out, normal for a May morning in Tulsa, and Lynn decided to wear a pair of low rise jeans and a cropped tank top, paired with her leather jacket. It’s nearly 80 degrees out, she’s not going to be caught dead in anything else.

“Hey, ya’ll! She calls out, as she and Johnny enter the Curtis house, her typical grin on her face.

A mantra of “hey”s and “hello”s echo throughout the house, all voices familiar and comforting.

“Darry, is the A.C. still broke?” She asks, sitting down on the couch.

“‘Course it is, Lynn. I ain’t a plumber, I’m a roofer.” His response is what she expected, so with a small huff, she takes off her jacket, tossing it away.

Her lower back is inevitably exposed, and guess who’s the first to see the tattoo? Dallas.

He rubs a hand over his face at the sight, mumbling curses under his breath. For several seconds, he does nothing but sit there, staring. His gaze locked on her back with pupils blown wide.

He’s the only one to notice, apparently, based on the fact nobody else has said a word — because we all know they would.

But the moment she’s bending over to grab a soda off the coffee table? He’s a goner.

“Fuck, man…” He murmurs softly, glancing away and adjusting his jeans ever so subtly. His hands find her hips the moment she’s near, tugging her between his legs without a second thought.

“Doll… what the hell is this?” He asks, smoothing a hand over the tattoo, fingers tracing the ridges.

“Oh, uhm, just a tattoo?” Lynn replies, feigning nonchalance with every bone in her body.

At the sound of her words, unfortunately, everyone in the room turns to her. Steve and Two-Bit quit wrestling, Soda stops being their referee, Pony looks up from his book and Johnny tears his gaze away from looking over his shoulder.

Lynn stares at them, her expression blank, as if such a predicament is normal.

“IS THAT A TATTOO??” A shocked Pony gasps, breaking the silence that had been hanging in the air like a taught string. That makes everyone run over, their voices overlapping as they all ask frantically about the new addition to her body.

“When did you get it?”

“Did it hurt?”

“Why the hell did you want it?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot….”

At that comment from Two-Bit, Dally stomps on his foot, the hand around Lynn’s waist tightening as the other man yelps.

The whole situation is… interesting, to say the least. She can’t help basking in the attention, showing the thing off with a wide grin.

“Yeah, it didn't hurt much. Which was kinda surprising, since the skin there’s supposed to be sensitive or somethin’. I wanna get more soon, but they’re damn expensive.”

All the while, Dally is watching from the couch, icy eyes locked onto her back.

Eventually, the commotion dies down, and Lynn takes her spot beside Dally, gaze stuck on the TV before her playing Mickey Mouse. But Dallas – of course – is still thinking of that goddamn tattoo. The way it looked on her skin, the design she’d chosen, the image of her laying on the table.

He can't quit thinking about it, and it’s driving him nuts. Why can’t his mind just let it go?

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From that point on, whenever he gets the chance, he lets his hands brush her lower back. Lynn doesn’t notice – at least, not until Johnny points it out.

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a/n: kinda hate this one ngl, but it’s whatever :P

⭑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)

𐔌 . ⋮ Miracles .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

aka: The aftermath of Lynn gaining custody of Johnny!

Synopsis…! After a hectic trial, Lynn brings Johnny home to their apartment, emotions weighing heavily down on them

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The words of the Judge ring throughout her mind like a mantra:

“Ms. Dubois, you have been granted custody of Johnny Cade.”

The drive to their apartment is quiet, silence hanging between them like a treat over a puppy’s head. So many questions and thoughts run through Johnny’s mind, his heart beating wildly in his chest. It isn't until they arrive at the door, their bags in their hands, that it hits him – he’s free.

He’s no longer in the care of his parents, no longer forced to be in the middle of screaming matches, no longer being beaten over trivial mistakes.

Meanwhile, Lynn is sitting in terrified silence. She has zero idea how to take care of someone, even if he’s literally only two years younger than her. What if his teachers think he’s still being neglected? What if the neighbors call the cops, since she’s only eighteen?

Her thoughts run wild, coming up with every possible bad outcome of their current situation – when suddenly, a pair of arms encircle her middle.

Lynn is broken out of her haze and looks down, only to find a trembling Johnny clinging to her side.

“Thank you. For… for saving me.” He mumbles out, burying his face into her shoulder.

For a split second, she just sits there, shocked at his actions. But when his words register and she realizes what he’s saying, she wraps her arms back around him. Gentle hands cradle his head, allowing him to leave further into her body.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again, Johnnycakes. You got that?” She replies, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

They spend the next couple moments just standing there, embracing like two siblings reunited after years of being apart – which, in their own way, they are. Once Johnny and Lynn both are ready, they pull back, before heading into the apartment.

It’s a cozy space, with a decent sized kitchen and a living room connected to it, with windows overlooking the Tulsa skyline (which is really just run down houses on one side and fancy mansions on the other). They take their time exploring, taking in the space they can now call their own, before they claim each of their respective rooms.

After that’s out of the way, they get started with making the space their own. Pictures are hung on the walls – which are mainly Lynn’s old paintings and photographs from high school – blankets and pillows placed in the living room, candles set on tables, mugs placed in cabinets.

In Lynn’s room, she hangs up all her Elvis and Frank Sinatra posters, as well as her vinyls. Her record player is set up, as well as her small bookcase, her collection of horror movie VHS tapes, her perfume and makeup organized in her old vanity.

Johnny, on the other hand, doesn't have much. All he does is put up some old superhero posters Dally and Soda gave him and set out his comic books.

It’s quite saddening for Lynn, seeing him have so little. He never got the chance to have a childhood; he was too focused on surviving. He never got to do bakesales, go on field trips, hang out with friends. In short, he had nothing until Ponyboy and Dally came along.

But now, Lynn is determined to ensure he’s treated well, that he’s given all the love that he missed out on while in the custody of his parents.

At the end of the night, they curl up on the couch, watching The Creature From The Black Lagoon, Johnny tucked into her side. She smooths her hand over his hair in a comforting gesture, content with this new life brought upon her. Despite all of the burdens and responsibilities that come with it, she’s content.

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a/n: from now on, all my fics will be posted to my main acc, and I’ll link them on t.f.t.o.t. Community since the links never work 💔

⭑𓂃˗ˏˋ CARS AND STARS ˎˊ˗𓂃⭑

˗ˏˋ aka: when Johnny and Francis met! ˎˊ˗

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Synopsis…! one night, johnny sneaks around in an attempt to meet his idol, only to make a shocking discovery

Featuring…! @eepy-weepy-silly ‘s oc, Sergei Volkov!

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The breeze is soft and the night cool, as Johnny Cade sneaks quietly into the busy stands of the local drag racing arena. Dallas and Sergei follow behind him closely, glancing around to ensure nobody is following them. Once they’re in, they take their seats in the stands, trying to get the best possible position so they can actually see. Nights like this are important to Johnny, since racing is one of his favorite past times and very rarely does he get this good of seats.

They watch as the cars pull onto the track, lining up side by side, cheers roaring throughout the hundreds of greasers in the bleachers. Johnny’s eyes light up upon seeing his favorite racer — and his idol — stepping out of his car. Frank Turner, an infamous person in the Tulsa racing community. Nobody knows what he looks like nor his identity, only that he’s better than the rest. Cocky, arrogant, smug, all things that you wouldn’t expect Johnny to admire.

And yet, he does; quite significantly, to be totally honest. He watches with a grin on his lips as Frank waves to the crowd, a ski mask covering his whole head aside from a pair of smug eyes and an even more smug grin.

Johnny spends hours watching the cars speeding around the track, the sun falling over the treeline as time passes. As anticipated, Frank wins each one by a long shot. Cheers echo throughout the stadium each time he surpasses another racer, especially from Johnny.

However, halfway through the night, Sergei and Dallas run off, finding themselves bored and unamused, leaving Johnny alone. He doesn't mind, however, being content with watching by himself. That is, until the end of the festivities When everyone is leaving, Johnny finds himself desperately wishing to meet his beloved idol. So, he comes up with the bright idea to sneak down to the dugout. He knows it’ll be easy, considering the lack of security. It’s a local thing organized by greasers, for god’s sake, of course there’s no security…

Which is why Johnny now finds himself pressed against a wall, footsteps silent as the wind as he manages to sneak his way to the dugout where the racers hangout. The first sign that things are amiss is the fact there isn’t loud chatter, just two voices having a private conversation. Where the hell are the others? Shouldn’t all of the racers be hanging around, having fun? Alas, he presses on, determined to at least speak a word to his #1 idol.

The second sign, however, should’ve most definitely turned him away: the door leading to the back is completely ajar. Faint music plays behind it, alongside those two voices he heard earlier.

Now, him not seeing the third sign is purely him being an oblivious idiot: the female voice. Johnny doesn't notice it, not until he's pushing the door open, hoping to come face-to-face with this man he’s completely idolized —

— and is met with the face of a woman.

Before him stands a girl, leaning against the hood of Frank Turner’s car, his iconic ski mask and helmet sat on top of it. Beside her is Buck Merril, a cigarette between his fingers, now wearing an expression full of anger. The girl – who for some reason looks to be his age – has pure, terrified shock on her face. Both she and Buck can’t help but ask themselves, “how the hell did he get back here?!” It doesn't take Johnny long to connect the dots, and when he does, he can't keep himself from blurting out:

“I won't tell anyone! I swear!”

The girl simply stares at him, her expression softening at his promise of secrecy. Buck, however, steps up towards him, his brows furrowed and mouth set in a scowl.

“God fuckin’ damn, Johnny- You keep this shit secret, ya hear me, boy? Nobody can know ‘bout her. Not Dally, not Sergei, not fuckass Pony – no one.” His voice is practically a growl as he says this, his tone dripping in anger and frustration. He’s rightfully angry, this chick gets him a hell of a lotta money and he’s not giving that up just because some stupid kid saw who she really is; a greaser girl trying to make ends meet for her siblings.

“I-I promise I won’t tell anyone! Not a soul will know about this!” Johnny stammers out in reply, trembling hands held up in surrender. He glances between the girl and Buck, eyes full of fear, breaths shaky and labored.

Grumbling angrily under his breath, Buck stomps away, leaving Johnny and this random girl who he’s just discovered has been his idol for the past two years. The two stare at each other, wide eyed and confused, the only sound the chirping of crickets and rustle of the breeze. That is, until the girl breaks the silence.

“You seriously won't tell anyone?” She mutters, her voice carrying a pleading tone. Johnny doesn't realize it, but not only her own life and wellbeing but others’ as well rely on her racing job. If she couldn’t do this, she’d probably end up either dead or in the fucked up foster system.

For several moments, all he does is stare, before shakily nodding to her. He can see the way she relaxes, the way her shoulders go slack and her eyes soften. It suddenly hits him that he’s standing before his idol, she’s a girl, and she's speaking to him. Hell, at this point, it doesn't matter that she’s a chick, she's a hell of a good racer and he wants her autograph.

“Can I get your autograph..?” He suddenly blurts, cheeks flushing as he begins to regret his decision. But even as she’s replying, he feels embarrassed.

“D’you want my autograph or the autograph of the character I’ve created?” She says back, her accent making her smugness all the more prominent. She can’t help smirking at him, the cockiness of Frank Turner clearly the least fake part of his (lack of) existence.

Before Johnny has the chance to mumble out a reply, she’s grabbing a napkin and marker out of her pocket. He watches as she scribbles a couple words down on it, puts the cap back on the marker, shoves it in her pocket, then turns to him. Without another word spoken, she hands the napkin to him, grinning ear to ear.

“Have a good night, Johnny.” She drawls, grinning over her shoulder as she turns to walk off, boots crunching against the gravel road, her silhouette soon disappearing into the night. Johnny watches her go, the shock of it all still coursing through his veins, before looking down and reading what she wrote on the napkin;

“Call for a good time. . . just kidding. . . sort of ;)” Scribbled beside it? Not only a phone number, but the signatures of both Frank Turner and Francis Vendelini.

That night, Johnny calls the number, and when a feminine voice with a jersey accent replies, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his stomach – and unknowingly establishes one of the most important relationships of his life.

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a/n: reposting this here cuz the link won’t work💔

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 !!

MY MASTERLIST !!

𖦹= oc work ⟡ = fluff ☾ = angst

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THE OUTSIDERS:

Darrel Curtis

tbd….

Ponyboy Curtis

tbd….

Dallas Winston

tbd….

Johnny Cade

A Heart Full Of Tears ☾

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OC MASTERLIST:

Francis Lorraine Vendelini

oc bio 𖦹

cars and stars 𖦹⟡

the gang’s opinions on francis 𖦹⟡

modern Franny + Gang hcs!𖦹⟡

Lynetta Rose Cade-Dubois

oc bio 𖦹

miracles 𖦹⟡☾

guess 𖦹⟡

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a/n: laughs because I feel no desire to write for anyone or anything else…. heh…….😓

Francis Lorraine Vendelini

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Nickname/s: Francie, Franny, Rainy

Age: Sixteen

Birthday: February 28th

Height: 5’4

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual, no pref

Class: Greaser

Faceclaim: nobody so far, dm if u have ideas!

Relationship status: single, but crushing on a certain someone… ;)

Personality: extremely temperamental and sassy, the kind of girl who doesn’t take bullshit from anybody — always ripping on people — cough cough, Steve — and causing unnecessary trouble. Confident, cocky, and careless on the surface, similar to Dallas. But when all those layers are stripped off, when it’s her in her most vulnerable state, she’s nothing but a shy, scared little kid who was forced to take on a parental role too early. Doesn’t stop her from being reckless and loud, though. Never did, never will.

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Franny’s a mystery, if I’m bein’ honest. Mean and loud and obnoxious one moment, quiet and contemplative the next. Can’t blame her. Life in Tulsa’s shit — most of the time, at least. It’s easy to disassociate yourself when things get to be too much.

She’s real pretty, considering she’s both grease and a girl. With a face that looks like it’s straight out of a Victorian painting and hair that could combat Ronnie Spector herself, she’s got it all. Most girls like her wear makeup that makes ‘em look like raccoons and act all mean. But Franny? She can’t afford that stuff, not with her siblings under wing. That’s why she has Two-Bit steal stuff for her. Her face is covered in freckles and little beauty marks, all across her nose and cheeks and arms that reminds me of splattered paint. Johnny says her grandmother called ‘em “angel kisses,” so she does too. She also always smells like coffee and leather for no explainable reason, considering the amount of cigarettes she smokes.

She never fails to out dress most of us. Stolen and handmade band shirts, roughed up jeans, leather jackets, denim jackets with patches all over ‘em, she’s got it all. The jewelry she wears, too, is pretty sick. All those silver rings and necklaces remind me of Dally… come to think of it, she probably stole some from him. I wouldn’t be surprised, she’s kind of a klepto.

Johnny is definitely her favorite, we all know it. They’re always together, laughing and smiling and causing trouble. Two-Bit tags along often, too, as well as Dally, which results in stealing and more trouble. However, the one moral she stands by to death is that she’ll never do something that would send her to prison. She can’t afford to, not withe her siblings in her custody. If she’s not around, they’ll have to fend for themselves. They’re her whole world.

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“Load up on guns,

and bring your friends,

it's fun to lose and to pretend.

She's over-bored and self assured,

oh no, I know a dirty word.”

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“Franny doesn’t take shit from anybody! She’s lived more lives than most, which in itself means more than one thing. Her whole being is messed up from what she’s been through, not unlike the other guys. She talks mean and fights dirty, but there’s still something… off about her. Like when nobody’s lookin’, she’ll get all quiet and have this weird look in her eye. And she probably doesn’t realize we see her flinchin.”

— Ponyboy Curtis, 1964

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“Oh, Franny? The girl’s a fuckin’ riot! She ain’t afraid to yell, steal, be a nuisance! Nice as hell, man, a breath of fresh air. At first, I thought she was some stupid broad, but now? I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s got somethin’ to her. She ain’t fake or bitchy or rude like all the other broads I’ve met in my time. A real nice chick, man. Got a nice ass, too.”

— Dallas “Dally” Winston, 1964

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“What’s Rainy like? Oh, man, I mean… she’s somethin’ else. She acts all tough and mean and wild with Dally and Two, and I know she has fun, but they don’t truly know her. They don’t see the way she cares about her baby brother and sister. They’ll never see it, and I think she’s okay with that. She always talks about gettin’ out of here, goin’ to college and makin’ a name for herself other than “low-life greaser.” They don’t know how she grew up, how she lives now. But she’s okay with it.”

— Johnny Cade, 1964

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“ONE DAY…”

I AM GONNA GROW WINGS.”

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BACKGROUND:

Francis, or “Franny” as her closest friends call her, grew up in Jersey. She’d lived with her mom and dad and younger siblings, but unfortunately, she didn’t have it easy. Abuse and neglect took place, leaving nasty scars that end up lasting her whole life. But when her painters finally got divorced, her mother didn’t hesitate to pack up and run off to Tulsa with her and her younger siblings. Despite how it should have been a fresh start, it was the opposite. Her mother’s drinking and lack of an emotional and physical presence made things more than difficult. For the first few months, it was hell — until Buck Merril found Franny on the street and took her in. He then gave her a job posing as a man at the local drag racing track under the alias of “Frank Turner.”

This is where Johnny Cade, the quiet and calculating greaser everyone seems to know, comes into play. Him, being a fan of drag racing, had idolized Francis, believing her to be a man — as everyone else had. One fateful night, he decided to sneak to the back of the track. He had been anticipating a nice interaction with his idol, only to find a girl his age leaning on a car, laughing at Buck’s jokes and smoking a cigarette. In a moment of disbelief, he couldn’t help gasping, drawing her and Buck’s attention to him. For a moment, she fears for her whole life, thinking he’d tell everyone she’s a woman and ruining her main source of income. That is, until Johnny blurts out in a shaky voice “I won’t tell! Honest!” From then on, they were best friends.

Eventually, she got to meet the gang — Darry, Ponyboy, Soda, Dallas, Two-Bit and Steve. She was adopted into their group easily, in spite of her being female. Dally, especially, took a (mainly perverted) liking to her. She, Johnny and Dallas became a little trio, with Two-Bit occasionally tagging along. However, she and Johnny were always the closest, to the point where his first thought after being kicked out was to go to Francis. She became his safe haven, and she was happy to provide him with such comfort. At the Curtis house, with Darry, Soda and Pony, she was always happy to help with cooking or cleaning. Sure, she has her own siblings, but a couple more couldn’t hurt, right?

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moodboard !

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EXTRAS:

Likes: Snoopy/the peanuts Frank Sinatra, The Ronettes (don’t tell anyone), collecting vinyls, LOVESS pepsi, silver jewelry, cigarettes (she has no preference, she’ll take what she can get), diners, making fun of Steve, scented candles

Dislikes: Coke, Batman, uptight Socs, Snoopy haters, people who whine and complain 24/7, Bob Sheldon, music haters, people with no personality, Bob Sheldon, people who make fun of Johnny, Bob Sheldon, musk scented candles, milk, did I mention Bob Sheldon?

Interests: The peanuts, Cinema — specifically Frank Sinatra — music, the punk movement, the lore of Spider-Man, poetry (Pony put her on Robert Frost), books of all kind, George Orwell, women’s suffrage n shit.

Body Type: physically, she’s very strong, but due to being broke, she’s on the skinnier side. If she had three full meals a day, she’d have a bit more curves, similar to the Venus De Milos.

Friends: Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Matthews, Dallas Winston, Buck Merril.

Opinions on Socs: while she doesn’t purposefully pick fights with them, she also isn’t too kind. It mainly comes from a sense of jealousy — they get to have it all, while she and her friends are stuck with nothing. Though, if they’re nice to her, she’ll be nice right back. Bob Sheldon though? If he were to ever show his face to her, it’s on sight.

Mental Health: despite how she acts, all mean and rough, she’s struggling. Constantly keeping her thoughts and troubles to herself and never accepting help has lead to her having a lot of issues. She always puts out her cigarettes on her wrists or thighs, thinking nobody notices. On top of that, she and her siblings have undiagnosed ADHD and certain symptoms of Borderline.

Random: she knows ALL of the peanuts lore, in talking every little detail. Who’s best friends, who’s crushing on who, all of Snoopy’s siblings. Schroeder and Lucy are her favs (aside from snoopy). She is a MASSIVE coke hater, and she will til the day she dies. She also has an unhealthy love for Spider-Man and his lore. She speaks Italian to her siblings so they know it, but otherwise doesn’t, so when she does speak it in front of the gang, it’s always a spectacle.

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I’m new to this shit so criticism is okay! yall can dm me for writing tips, face claim ideas, if ur oc’s would be friends w mine, all that junk :))

Ladybird Curtis was first annoyed and, if she’s being honest, scared of the rough boy from New York. Until, he one day saved her from a pack of hungry socs when they were 15, then? Ladybird Curtis fell hopelessly in love with Dallas Winston.

Dallas Winston was first intrigued by the doll-like girl, the girl who could spills lies left and right with everyone taking it as truth when they were so obviously lies. Until, she one day bailed him out of jail when they were 13, then? Dallas Winston fell hopelessly in love with Ladybird Curtis.

But Dallas Winston wasn’t made to love, so, he ignored it, suppressed it, thought that there was no way somebody so perfect could love him. Until? Ladybird chased him down after Johnny’s death and begged him to stay with her. Then? Dallas Winston never left his Lady’s side again

A letter sent to Richard Valence from Kitty Lebeau shortly after Nancy Adderson’s death

Sometimes the twins have different ways of providing for the family.

Soda got a job at the DX alongside Steve

While Ladybird, with the addition of being a waitress, started selling (r@k with Evie and Angela to help send Pony to college.

Great big siblings, right?

Kitty: You brought me here to cook (r@ck!?

Ladybird: Yeah, what else is baking soda for?

Kitty: I don’t know, BAKING!?

Just to sum up LB and Kitty’s dynamic, but, how else is LB supposed to get the money to pay for all of her gang’s bail? Does Kitty tell Darry? I don’t know

Ladybird Curtis

“I might be some sweet-talking Juliet but I can lie, you better bet your life.”

Your OC’s name is Ladybird? That’s epic!!! Mine is similar, her name is Birdie Mae. She’s Sodas twin and is currently dating Curly Shepard who calls her Ladybird

Aww thank you, Birdie Mae is such a cute name! fun fact her original name was Delta Dawn, like the song

@pupperminttwist

“My sister? Ladybird? the sweet-talking Juliet who could probably kill a man in front of a police officer without them arresting her? But most importantly my sister!?”

Ponyboy when Randy told him that he used to date Pony’s sister.

Before Bev, Marcia and Cherry, there was…

Sarah Darling Nancy Adderson Kitty Lebeau

1 would leave Tulsa and never return

1 would marry the soc’s sworn enemy

1 would become the drive in’s biggest cautionary tale

A captain is never complete without her two co-captains.

I might revamp ‘It’s too Cliché’ for this, what would y’all think of that?

“In its simplest form, acting is lying, and a woman acts her whole life”

Ladybird Curtis

Sandy from The Outsiders is probably one of if not the most hated character in the book for her cheating on Sodapop and getting pregnant. But what if that wasn’t the whole story? What if the baby truly was Soda’s? And what if she needed to leave Tulsa for her child’s safety and her owns? (This will include 2 of my Outsiders OCs, Kitty Lebeau and Ladybird Curtis)

This is loosely based on the cut dialogue between Soda and Pony in the La Jolla production of the Musical

This is that dialogue.

In this AU, Sandy remains a soc as she is in La Jolla and after she becomes pregnant she learns of her Mother’s plot to have the baby taken away as soon as they are born as she couldn’t possibly have a grandchild with greaser blood. So she turns to the one woman she trusts most in the world, her old cheer captain (and my OC) Kitty Lebeau. (So this is a fusion of La Jolla and the book)

Run Run Captain.

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“So the moment after the child is born they’ll come and take it away? Good. Lord knows I will never have my precious daughter’s reputation stained by the account of some hood. She’ll thank me one day.” I hear mother spit on the phone, my mind races, she can’t! Soda said he would take care of us. Doesn’t she understand!? I slip back into my room, it hadn’t been three days since I found out I was pregnant and she said that she would support whatever I wanted to do, I should have known.

I sink to the floor, tears streaming down my face. Oh god, what do I do? The thought of my child being taken away from me, from us pains me. I can’t tell Sodapop, he’ll go ballistic on mother, then no telling what she’ll do. I could get help from Ladybird, but she’d immediately tell Soda, she is his twin after all. My cheer coach? No, she’d side with my mom, the old bat. So nobody, nobody in the world who could help me. A picture frame caught my attention, it was a picture of my first championship with me holding up our 1st. Place trophy with the help of… oh yes! Why didn’t I think of this before! My cheer captain predecessor, and probably the best thing that could ever happen to our cheer program. Katherine Lebeau.

I waited until it was about 9 at night to sneak out of the house, I hope to god that she was at her mom’s house, the woman’s insane and was abusive towards Katherine. I stop my bike in front of her house, thank god Darrel’s (Katherine’s fiancée) truck is in the driveway. I rush into the house to see Katherine in the kitchen drinking some tea.

“Sandy! What are you doing here? Are you alright?” She quickly stands up from her stool. “Mother’s trying to take my baby away when it’s born” I spit out. Her face goes white, “what?” Her thick Alabaman accent slurs her speech. “Katherine, what do I do?” I cry, she wraps her arms around me. I hear someone else enter the kitchen. “Kitty…Sandy!” Ladybird runs other to us, “what happened!?” Bird asks, her voice dripping in worry. “Mother is gonna take my baby away” I cry. “Hey! I ain’t gonna let her…between the 3 of us we can come up with a plan” Katherine nods to Bird.

After we let go of each other Kathrine stays quiet for a few moments, “Tweety, go to my mother’s bathroom and grab her ring box” She tells Birdie. “…yeah” Ladybird mutters before running upstairs. “You gotta run” Katherine turns back to me, “excuse me?” I ask, “it ain’t safe for the two of you, I gotta house on Montgomery and a full tank of gas and I can get you there before daylight and be back before nightfall. We got a couple of maids and a butler that can help you. Ok?” She asks. It’s for our baby Sandy “…ok” I mutter.

Ladybird comes back in with the box, “this is my mother’s wedding ring, so once you start showing people won’t judge” she pulls out the simple gold wedding ring. “Pretend to be the wife of a Vietnam war soldier, waiting for her husband to return from war… sound good?” Ladybird, the Queen of lies, alibis and aliases asks me. “Uh…yeah that’ll work” i sheepishly take the ring, “I tell Soda about your location” Bird adds, “no!” I protest, “no?” They question in unison. “Listen I love Sodapop with all my heart but he’ll go ballistic if he learns what my mom has done. And I really need to protect my baby at all costs…even if it means breaking the love of my life’s heart” I sigh.

“What do you mean?” Katherine asks, “….tell Soda…tell him the baby isn’t his…tell him that I ‘cheated’ and brake his heart. He won’t come looking for us if he think it isn’t his, then my mom won’t be able to try and find us” I sigh. “No! Nononono, Sandy Whitlock you’re going insane. I can’t do this to my brother!” Bird refuses. “Ladybird…” Kitty puts her hand on Bird’s shoulder, “it’s the safest way” Kitty says softly like a well tuned violin.

“Let’s not waste any time now…I am going to tell Darrel but I promise on my darling sister’s grave that he won’t tell” she promises, “ok…that’s alright with me.” We spent the next 30 minutes running around grabbing stuff for the journey, blankets, soft clothes, warm heat packs. Kitty is on autopilot, which is expected, her best friend and co-captain got pregnant her junior year and that ended with her pregnant and shot dead in the clavicle. “Let’s go!” Kitty yells, Birdie hugs me tightly “bye Sandy, I will see you soon” I smile at her words, “ bye Tweetybird” I jump in the car with Kitty, still on auto-pilot. “Say goodbye to Tulsa my friend, this might be your last time” she sighs.

Run run captain you gotta get out while you can.

This sucks, part 2?

My Darrel Curtis x OC (Kitty Lebeau) Fanfic is out now on Wattpad!

Please go read it! Enjoy!

Y’all tell me is this Darrel x OC fanfic I’m drafting up rn sounds weird (If you’ve seen my earlier post about my two outsiders OCs, it Kitty Lebeau but Ladybird also makes many appearances)

So this is the Wattpad summary (I can’t figure out how to make a Ao3 account)

Kathrine "Kitty" Lebeau was the cheerleader Queen of the Socs from the moment she arrived to Tulsa from Montgomery, Alabama. Darrel Curtis was the footballer greaser who always hung around socs who was on his way out of Tulsa. It's too cliché, ain't it?

Is it too cringey?

It’s taking place between the years 1959-1963, using the year that the book is set in not the musical. These years would be the years that both Kitty and Darry were in High School.

This would also tell the story of the girl Pony was talking about during the drive-in, the girl who got shot, Nancy Adderson (Randy’s older sister) and Kitty’s bff.

This is a character board I’ve made for Kitty but it’s more High School years than adult Kitty.

The outsiders OCs I created because I had nothing better to do with my life.

Ladybird Jane Curtis

• 16 going on 17

• Sodapop’s twin sister

• Nicknames are Bird, Birdie, doll and Lady (but only Dallas call’s her Lady)

• was President of her school’s drama club until she had to drop out to help support her family after their parents died

•Great liar, the only one who can tell if she’s lying is Dally

•Secretly dated a soc (Randy) but broke up with him the night of her parents funeral

•She’s often the gang’s alibi because of her gift for lying (she’s gotten Dallas out of jail more times than she can count)

•Her and Two-bit are platonic besties (they watch Disney and Micky Mouse together a lot)

•works at the local 24 hour dinner with Sandy (before ya know, she cheated)

• fiercely protective of Ponyboy (she had to practically become his mom)

•idolizes Marilyn Monroe and Clara Bow (she loves old Hollywood)

•Smokes and will put her cigarettes in her rolled up sleeves for easy access but hates the taste of alcohol

• She’s her mom’s twin

• Has a unrealized crush on Dallas (they often flirt with one another while Silvia and Dally are broken up but Darrel often puts a stop to it)

• “My only sister Ladybird runs up to us, she’s Sodapop’s twin and pretty much the female version of him, beautiful and always positive, she has bombshell blonde hair and mom’s kind eyes, always looking at you like they’re is no one else in the world that she rather be looking at, but now her eyes are looking at me with horror. She despises the sight of blood or me being hurt, she treats me like a damn baby who is always hurt”

Book description of Ladybird aka Ladybird from Pony’s perspective

• I got inspired by Daisy Buchanan for her character description and design

Kathrine “Kitty” Lorraine Lebeau-Curtis

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• Darrel’s then gf turned wife by the end of the story

• Has a mom who in the nicest terms is a drunken a hole who is literally insane

• She’s short because she was oftentimes malnourished as a child and would be locked in a room with no food for days on end as punishments

• From Montgomery, Alabama but moved to Tulsa when she was 10 when her baby sister (Margaret) was found de@d in the bathtub and her mother’s reputation was ruined.

• Grew up on the soc side of town and was practically a soc for many of her teenage years but always hated how socs treated greasers

•Sews all of her own clothes and will fix the gang’s clothes as well (and she’s great at it)

• “Patiently” waiting for her mother to kick the bucket so she can sell her house (it’s a soc house so it would go for a lot) so she can help her husband out with the bills more (Darrel insists that she doesn’t need to do that for him but she doesn’t listen) it probably won’t take much longer for her to pass because of the amount of drügs she’s taking

• Works as a seamstress

• Was cheer captain back in high school and was damn good at it (her team won several national titles under her leadership and she owns several championship rings)

• Originally dated Paul Holden (that’s how she met Darry) but he was a horrible boyfriend who would often beat on her and belittle her, Darrel was the one who stood up for her and treated her like she was a person and not some doll to be tossed around, that’s one of the reasons why she fell in love with Darry

• Paul hates Darrel for “taking her away from him” when Darry literally was the only one who treated her like a person

• Darrel doesn’t know why she stayed with him (but he isn’t complaining)

• The gang’s mom

• Doesn’t smoke or drink (she has trauma from her mother burning her with cigarettes)

• Becomes her high school’s cheer coach by the end of the story (Cherry and Marcia idolize her)

• Worries about Darrel a lot (she thinks he’s over working himself too much)

•literally the original Cherry Valance

• “Darry’s girlfriend, Kathrine “Kitty” Lebeau was behind Birdie, she’s pretty short with strawberry blonde hair and deep sea blue eyes and a scar just underneath her lip from a cheerleading accident when she was 13. She’s the complete opposite of Darry, and a ex soc no less, but I still like her she’s a good cook and a good person to talk to. I don’t get why she wastes her time with Darry, she has her pick of the crop but still picks Darry.”

Book description of Kitty/ Pony’s pov of her

Tell me what y’all think!