#SODAPOP CURTIS MY BELOVED!!

[gre4zerz]

Soda being Steve and Evie's third wheel.

Soda being Steve and Evie's practice child.

They'll get Soda his own stroller and everything and just push him around until Soda eventually runs off out of boredom (they got him one of the leash backpack things after that).

[spryzenz]

I love this anime

This is a redraw of a redraw I made in grade 8- if you wanna see it it's on my Instagram (just scroll down)

[tending-the-hearth]

darry and soda seeing pony as the best of them and the one who can be more than they got to be so that's why darry's so hard on ponyboy and pushes him and why soda protects him so much but ponyboy losing his innocence after the rumble and the fire is what makes him recognize that because he's now an adult in the eyes of the book and can understand darry's decisions

[lizzybeth51113]

Y'all should comment/send yalls headcanons (sfw or nsfw) on The Outsiders for me. I'm bored and need joy or something like that

[obsessedwithyouxx]

sometimes I remember sodapop is fictional

just kidding of course he’s real otherwise how could I be married to him duhh🥱🙄

[marmaladedcroissant]

Do I plan on writing a really sad fic of Tim talking Darry down? Absolutely! When do I work on it? When Achilles Come Down starts playing.

That's just when the feels hit.

[well-golly-gee-balkan]

Random Person: Have we met before?

Soda: I’m offended that you think you could forget a face like this.

[gay-poet-gabriel]

kiss,marry,kill

Marcia,Sodapop,Darry

marcia who? man nobody remembers her aifhdfhafsd

anyway kill marcia (sorry)

and if i had the choice i would marry soda and darry but yknow kiss soda and marry the darrel curty wurty

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I would love to hear more about your Sodapop thoughts, and how Pony is definitely an unreliable narrator and puts him on a bit of a pedestal. Do you think Soda and Darry are closer than we see? I feel like the two of them held on to their relationship as brothers after their parents’ death, rather than the uncomfortable parent/brother balance that Darry struggles with when relating to Ponyboy.

Hi anon!

To expand a bit on my view of Sodapop and how Ponyboy's narration puts him on a pedestal, I would like to point to how much Ponyboy glosses over any trouble Soda has gotten into. The only time Pony tells a story of why Soda got arrested it's for doing gymnastics that were 'disturbing the peace' with Two-bit. This story is a fun addition that brings back the fact that Soda is happy go lucky and grinning- it's also the ONLY story about Soda getting arrested we ever get. Soda gets 'drunk on life'- or does Pony just not want to admit/acknowledge that his beloved older brother might like his vices? Even the fact that Soda is a dropout is something Ponyboy harps on, claiming that the typical image of what people think of as a dropout doesn't fit his brother at all. Again, it's not that Soda isn't a goid person, he is just clearly idealized by his little brother, who is our narrator for the source material.

To answer your question, I do think Soda and Darry are closer than they appear in the narrative. In fact, while I don't think they were ever particularly distant, I think the Curtis parents deaths drew them closer than they'd ever been. It is important to keep in mind that Darry is still technically Soda's guardian too, which would absolutely effect that dynamic, but as you said the parenting aspect isn't as important/central since Soda is almost eighteen, and thus that is less of a source of friction in their relationship.

Thanks for the ask!

[18caramel]

First kiss (purly)

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝

Warnings: drug mention Word count: 1185

"𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓇."

A/N: hey, this is my first time posting on this blog that I'm dedicating to The Outsiders. What you are about to read is a part of my fanfiction on AO3 called "Bad Influence”. If you are interested in it, you can find me by my username @18caramel, or by clicking on the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

P.S Ponyboy is 16

picture taken from pinterest :)

Pony stared at the ceiling.

Curly lay on a blanket with scratchy red patterns all over it, in a rugged bed, wasted. Mentally, Curly was far away, certainly not in someone else's room, and certainly not next to Ponyboy.

While Curly was relaxing after the nasty thing he took, young Curtis glanced back and forth at the window and mainly at the irritating streetlight that burned his eyes. He wanted to dim it. It gave him a fucking migraine.

He lay there thinking about everything that had happened in the last few days. He remembered how he had lied to his beloved brother, and Sodapop, though understanding and honest, would never let him leave his house again if he had found out that Ponyboy had nearly overdosed at Winston's party. Soda could never forgive him.

And Darry? They were really torturing him by not telling him about everything that had happened in the last few days. He was unaware of anything, and they all pretended everything was fine. They acted like drugs were non-existent and nobody suffered from them.

And Pony? He was the worst. He had once been a good boy, but now he was in bed with the dirtiest greaser, watching him get high.

Curly finally turned to face him, and all Ponyboy managed to see due to the lack of light was his smile. But not the smile that he used to show him. It was different. He never smiled like that before. It was the one that he hid from everyone.

It was as if Pony's heart had stopped. Curly was looking at him in his euphoric state like he would eat him up right at that exact moment.

But no, he didn't. Curly turned away, and Pony thought that he imagined everything. Maybe Curly wasn't interested in sitting there with Pony, maybe his friends were much cooler and got stoned with him, not like Pony, who acted like a kid by refusing the nasty things that Curly offered.

Suddenly, time froze. Curly squirmed and tossed around, and Pony felt him touch his hand. It all happened so fast that his heart raced, practically escaping from his chest.

"May I?" Curly asked, stroking his hand again and again, so calmly, so gently, that Ponyboy was about to lose his breath.

He hesitated for a second. Curly's eyes were wild, but calm and tired at the same time. Pony blinked and silently nodded.

His hand began to play a cruel game with Pony. Curly caressed it at first, his fingers running over his bare skin as if he stroked a kitten. Pony gritted his teeth, feeling his face turn red. Something was happening to his body, something that he already felt before just from the mere sight of Johnny.

Curly did not hesitate long and put his hand over his, barely applying any pressure. Pony bit his lip and regretted it because Curly's eyes glistened like those of a wild, hungry tiger when he saw him do it. He squeezed Pony's hand, who held his breath, desperately trying not to move. He didn't know what to do. Could he give it all to him? To that ruthless greaser?

Ponyboy didn't think he'd ever hold another guy's hand, wishing it would never end. But at the same time, he was ashamed, very ashamed. He was afraid of it. Afraid of his feelings.

What did Curly want? The one who laid in bed with him, dressed in his favorite black t-shirt that hugged his body so tight that anyone would turn around to check him out in the street. Had he washed it badly on purpose and let it shrink? Did he want Pony to notice?

Who else was looking? Ponyboy's euphoric state faded away. Maybe Curly didn't care about Pony, or maybe he liked girls, like the night when he spotted him dancing with one of them. No, that couldn't have been it. Pony peeked at their hands which made him lose his mind, no, Curly wanted this.

Pony thought that Curly needed a green light. He finally turned his hand so it would fall into Curly's and squeezed it so hard that Shepard almost got woken up from his trip. Curly smirked, and the next thing Pony thought was that he was under the influence of drugs himself. Curly scooted up in bed, crawling closer to Pony so that their heads were almost touching. Curly was stunningly handsome, with his thick, black strands of hair falling over his eyes and with his fucking T-shirt that slid up his waist, revealing his masculine, well build body.

That's it, Ponyboy thought. This was the end of it. He cussed to himself, he despised that awful scarlet blanket, the infuriating street light from the window. Pony was blaming everything but not himself. He didn't know, didn't know whether to give in to his lust. Should he give it all to Curly?

Pony glanced at him. It was as if he was gone. Curly was in another universe, in another dimension. He squeezed Ponyboy's hand and simultaneously placed his head on his shoulder. Curly's hair tickled Ponyboy's collarbone, no, he wasn't naked, it was just that his brother's t-shirt was too big on him. He sighed. Maybe Curly only wanted to be near someone. Maybe he felt alone.

Ponyboy's head slowly fell onto Curly's and his lips pressed against his curly hair. It seemed like he relished it, still squeezing his hand, their pulses beating in unison. This, this was it. Ponyboy's heart skipped a beat as if he had seen a ghost. Curly raised his head, and giving in to Shepard's teasing, Pony leaned in.

He felt Curly's breath on his lower lip, felt it over and over again, and thought it was all a dream. Maybe Pony was asleep? Or had that drug somehow gotten to him through the air? No, it was Curly, Curly Shepard, who didn't want to wait any longer and pressed his lips against Pony's.

It felt delicate as if he was kissing a rose petal. Pony closed his eyes, trying to forget his thoughts that screamed at him to stop. This wasn't right. It shouldn't be like this.

Curly's hand briefly traveled across his body and stopped behind Pony's head, gripping his hair and slowly moving his head closer to his. The kiss grew into something more than Ponyboy had imagined but without tongues involved.

It felt good that way. Pony was in his euphoric state again, thanks to the dark-haired hoodlum, who had no shame in doing what he did.

Somebody turn off that fucking light, Ponyboy begged in his head. It was getting in the way of everything. Pony wanted to melt into the bed, to disappear. But then again, he liked it.

Curly pulled away from his lips for a second, but Pony, forgetting his shyness, pecked his lips, not wanting to let go. It was stupid, he thought, but Curly warmly smiled and kissed him again and again.

There was no more room in Pony's jeans.

That's what you get for kissing that damn greaser.

A/N: thank u for reading! for a more in-depth story you can find it on AO3 "Bad Influence" by @18caramel, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53118478/chapters/134401192

[raikan624]

Sleepiness

Summary: Sodapop comes home to see something unexpected

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x Reader, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader’s gender unspecified

Warnings: Soda calls reader “sweetheart”, cursing?, tired Soda, once mentioned people being mean to Soda :(, Soda’s the big spoon

Prompt:: N/A

Word Count: 441

A/N: Made a oneshot/drabble of the headcannons from a bit ago! Hope you enjoy :) Sorry it's so short!!

Sodapop had had a long, tiring day at work. He had lousy customers who wouldn’t stop complaining or talking about unrelated things that had nothing to do with him or making remarks about things they shouldn’t have - like how he was far too lucky with his looks and that it was a damned shame he was a Greaser or how the prices were expensive (As if he could do something about that!!) - and it had really got on his nerves (just annoyed, really). All he wanted to do was relax, sit down, maybe have a hot shower, and see his beloved.

The truck engine came to a stop as it was turned off and the truck door could be heard slamming shut. He was finally home. The screen door clattered shut as he entered the Curtis house, shouting an “I’m home!” as he slipped his shoes off, but stopped and fell quiet when he saw you. You were dead asleep on the couch, TV playing awfully quiet background noise, with his flannel draped on top of you like a blanket. His flannel.

He stood dumbfounded for a minute before a wide grin spread over his face with his heart racing and his mind reeling - he swore he was falling in love with you all over again - and he walked over to your slumbering form. The cushions of the couch dipped with the added weight as he climbed over to lay down behind you, draping his arm over your waist and holding you real close, nuzzling his face in your neck.

After a while, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes, you awoke. Your eyes opened blearily and you had the vague notion that someone was lying behind you - as if the way you felt someone’s warm breath fanning over your neck and an arm ‘round your waist wasn’t enough to make that conclusion. You stretched/extended your arms and shifted, bringing Soda’s attention to the fact that you were now awake.

“You sleep good, sweetheart? Y’look so cute with my flannel like this, hm? ‘Should wear it more often.” Soda murmured in your ear.

You gave your response to his inquiry on your nap that was some sort of sleepy “mhm” or “yeah” and lied there on the couch for a few extra moments with Soda clinging to your form. Then, you half-reluctantly got up and did your thing of getting a glass of water or maybe a snack and whatnot, Soda still having that dopey, dreamy smile on his face after seeing you with his (albeit worn and well-loved) flannel.

[faerieroyal]

indecisive af so i’m polling my beloved moots and followers !!

— ❥ tagging some of my beloveds: @lovings4turn, @heliads, @spaceagebachelormann, @auxiliarydetective, @hiya-itsamber, @diorgirl444, @fairyofthehollow, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @renqiisnce.

[wildestdreamcatcher]

Sodapop Curtis my beloved

[tending-the-hearth]

curtis brothers moodboard

[hellothereimaloser]

The love of my life - them. Why do I have that feeling that the fandom became smaller 💀 u guys tell me it's not true😭 if any of ya wanted to talk about those guys don't be afraid to dm me

[cherrycroww]

him <3