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"Is that my shirt?" - scda-pcp !!

“You know it is, love. It’s comfy, smells like you...What else was I supposed to do?”

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A quiet sigh left her lips upon entering their home, setting the two grocery bags slung around her wrists down onto their tabletop. “You in, Soda?” Cherry called throughout the house, wiping her hands on her bottoms before looking around. “Soda?” She tried once more, and made the journey up the stairs with a hand placed on her growing stomach. “Honey?” She paused upon catching a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, peering into the room they’d decided to have as their nursery, now painted a bright pink color. “What’s all this?”

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“C’mon, Tommy, hold Mama’s hand,” she cooed to the boy as they approached the second house they’d viewed that day, giving an exasperated sigh towards Soda. “Let’s hope this one isn’t as scrappy as the last one, hm? This one already even just..looks nicer,” Cherry mused, observing the front yard of the two-story building.

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"#" - scda-pcp

send me “ # ” for cell phone headcanons about your muse:

- your muse’s name in mine’s phone: Sodapop (with a heart and kissy face emoji, obviously)- your muse’s photo in mine’s phone: a picture she snagged of him laughing on their first date- your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone: nearly witches (ever since we met) - panic! at the disco- my muse’s last text to yours: text me when you get home, alright? i love you, and be safe ♥ ♥

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Cherry finished dressing Tommy up in his coat with a little grin, looking at the now two-year old boy with a wide grin on her face. They’d decided not to try for another baby until their son had gotten a little older, and she was overjoyed when she found out she was pregnant again. Tommy had been a breeze--why wouldn’t this one be? She felt completely at ease with the idea, rubbing over the little pudge that had formed on her stomach.

“Come on, Soda, we’re gonna be late!” She called, picking Tommy up to hitch him onto her hip. “We’re gonna go see your brother or sister,” she cooed to him, kissing his nose and chuckling. “It’ll be really fun. You’ll love them, I promise.” She nodded, and once again looked down the hall. “Sodapop!”

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“I’ve only got a few hours,” Cherry told him as they parked in the back alley, little ways out of town. There was a little park around the back they could hang around that was pretty isolated--and boy was she thankful for it. There was no way in hell they could be all cuddly in Tulsa, not when their..kinds were still so divided. Sure, she didn’t care about their standards, but she knew everyone else did. If word got back to her father she was dating a greaser? Boy, could she kiss life goodbye.

She got out of the car and waited for him around the passenger side, eyeing him a little carefully. “You doin’ alright, Soda?” She asked, noticing he seemed a bit..off. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, and she hoped it was nothin’ too severe. “The park’s just around the corner of this building if you wanna sit on the swings or somethin’.”

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♦ (scda-pcp)

nonsexual acts of intimacy

♦: Slow dancing

Cherry lingered against the wall of the gymnasium wall, letting the music go in one ear and out the other. It’d been the first school formal she’d been to in a while, seeing as she didn’t have a date for them any more. Sure, she would go with Marcia, but she’d ditched her for a boy who’d asked her. While she was glad they were having fun, she had to admit she was a little envious. She’d already shared a dance with Ponyboy, having spoken to him and caught up with him and Soda, since he’d been dragged along to keep an eye on the kid. What--Darry think they’d be drinking or something?

She couldn’t imagine someone like him taking even a sip of alcohol. She took another sip of her punch and turned to the table behind her to set the empty glass down, not expecting to be met with the boy. “Hey, Soda--” She greeted with a gentle smile. “Bet you definitely don’t miss these lame-o dances, huh? I’ve been sitting here all night.”

After a little chuckle, she didn’t expect his next question. Sure, she was quite taken aback, but..boy, she wasn’t about to object. As the music slowed, she went to the floor with him and allowed her hands to rest on his shoulders. “You’re lucky you caught me at this time--” she teased. “I love this song.”