#The outsiders socs

[kaytheday]

Her Mother's Perfect Daughter - Beverly Jitney Bush

This fic is inspired by a post from @staygoldsunsets. Post Link Here! A03 Link Here!

Beverly had always been her mother’s perfect daughter. Shining teeth, straight hair, and a graceful poise that come from a lifetime of private dance lessons that her mother has insisted on since she was two. Sometimes Beverly feels like kicking and screaming at the mere thought of another dance class… not that her mother cares. She can still hear her mothers voice in her head. Good girls don’t kick and they don’t scream. They smile and they go about their day. 

Beverly had since made peace with the dance classes and the diets and the makeup and the expectations and the little perfectionism’s her mother has instilled into her. Because making peace with those things is better than not doing them and risk showing the ugly hateful parts of herself. Dancing, doing her hair perfectly, getting good grades, and dressing cute is usually enough to make people look over all the imperfections that her mother would catch. 

Beverly can still remember the first time her mothers impossibly perfect expectations were made known to her. It was back in grade school, when dancing was still fun and Bev was too young for diet pills. Her best friend in the whole world was another little girl named Ace. They would spend recess wrestling and playing make believe. She would come home with grass stains on her knees and ratty blonde hair but despite her mothers incessant nagging, it was worth it. 

There was usually twenty minutes after school where Bev would wait for her nanny to get there. Often, Ace would stay too and the girls would play together. Beverly never asked, but she knew Ace didn’t have a nanny and she just didn't want to go home. This was before they were greasers or socs. Back when kids were just kids and Beverly was carefree with love in her heart. 

There was one day where the nanny got sick and Beverly’s mother came to pick her up. It was the first day all year that her mother had come to the school. Bev was excited to show off her new friend, not even noticing how her mothers nose turned up in disgust and she let out a huff. 

It was on the car ride home that Beverly got a wake up call. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been playing with that girl! Is this why your hair is all messed up after school every day? You are not allowed to play with that filthy greaser anymore! You’ll make our family look bad and you don’t want to do that, do you Bev?” 

So that’s exactly what Beverly did. She listened to her mother and stopped playing with that ‘filthy greaser’. Instead, opting for the other well dressed little girls with respectable parents and straight hair. 

Good daughters must listen to their mothers. Isn’t that something her father used to say? Good girls listen to their mothers. Listen to yours, she knows what she's talking about. So she does. Beverly does everything her mother says… sometimes even more. 

This includes the dancing and the diet pills and the special shampoo and the country clubs and French language classes and learning how to talk to her parents' friends. It also includes the parts that her mother has sworn her to secrecy about. Like the time she ate too much at a church dinner and her mother forced her to throw up in the bathroom so she could fit into her church dress later. A finger deftly swiping down her throat as she gagged on her knees in the stall. Good girls don’t eat that much at a church dinner. See how they’re all looking at you? You don’t want to be a cow, do you Bev?

It’s not that she doesn’t like going to events with her parents and talking to her parents' friends. It’s just… it's not so much talking as showing off. Her parents drag her around to show off to their friends. Here is our pride and joy, our beautiful daughter, Beverly. Sometimes it feels like she’s nothing more than a show pony, a prize to be won. Not a person, just a face. A face that her mother has carefully constructed to be what people should see. Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. 

The only real problem is that she shouldn’t hate it. Beverly knows she’s pretty, with good teeth and hair and she has great manners and good grades. There are a lot of good things about her. So she shouldn’t hate what makes her mother seem so happy and her father seem so proud. At the very least, it gets her mother to stop nagging her. So she tries not to hate that her life has become a constant showcase but she’ll be a glorified show-pony as long as it keeps those bitter parts of herself hidden. Under the surface there is this shameful fear that she is constantly in danger of losing control because of how wild and angry she is. This resentment fills her like a boiling pot. But even a pot as pretty as Beverly is bound to boil over. She just never knows when, and that scares her. 

“Y-You’re so… You’re so… m-manipulative!” The girl looks proud of herself for finding that word. Bev takes another drag on her cigarette as she stares at the girl who more than anything wants to be in their little soc group. But Beverly just cocks her head and smiles, a little thrill going through her at the thought of what comes next. This one is going to sting.

“How long did it take you to sound out that word in the mirror this morning? Probably longer than it took you to do that hair, terrible.” Bev laughs while the girl gasps and turns to run away, tears filling up her eyes. Beverly may be her mothers perfect daughter, but that doesn’t mean she has to be nice about it and she’s definitely not below making fun of a kid with a stutter. Not with the instant satisfaction it gives her.

“You could have just told her no.” Marcia says from her side, taking a drag on Beverly’s cigarette. 

“Yeah, I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” What Marcia doesn’t know is that those little comments contain everything that Beverly can never say. It’s the terrible thing inside her that makes her say it. Ruthless cruel things that will ensure her place in the school's social hierarchy. Beverly knows exactly where she stands and nobody can knock her down. 

Saying little things like those give her a release that is beyond any comprehension. One that she could never talk to any of her friends about. It’s these shots of malice and occasionally beating up on greasers with her boyfriend that give Beverly relief better than any kind of substance. It hits a sick sort of sweet spot, one that Marcia and Cherry have given her too many weird looks for. But they don’t know how it feels. They could never understand the pressure she’s under. The pressure to be perfect. To be everything. 

She can still remember the first time her fist cracked against the cheek bone of a greaser who was dumb enough to be on the wrong side of town. Brill and their friends had plans to go to the lake for the day when they caught the guy on the side of the road. They had pulled over and the boys had jumped out of the car. Beverly found herself following them, despite Marcia and Cherry’s protests that they all get back in the car. 

Beverly had just watched with sick satisfaction as they boys hit each other, wishing more than anything that she could join the fight. Maybe in another life, one that her mother wasn’t a part of, she was a boxer instead of a dancer. Then, when they had the greaser down, Brill offered her the last punch. She could hardly stop herself from nodding, a twisted smile on her face. And so she’d done it, with as much power as those boys, her rings leaving indents in the boy's face. 

Then they’d been off to the lake, not looking back. Beverly spent the rest of the day pretending that the whole ordeal hadn’t made her feel some sort of sick relief. 

It was because of this pressure to be everything all the time, that violence and her venomous words became her only outlet. Underneath all this pressure to uphold their families public image was a deep resentment towards her mother for making her care so much about what people thought. 

She could only imagine if her mother found out about the feelings that her perfect daughter had bubbling underneath the surface constantly. It would probably be like the time she’d bobbed her hair. As soon as she’d come home, her mother had slapped her clean across the face, yelling that they were supposed to be respectable people. That Beverly was not to be modeling herself after those spinsters who were chanting for women's lib and going braless in the street. They were a respectable family and Beverly was going to ruin all of it for a haircut. How selfish. She’d gone to bed without dinner for a week which her mother claimed was a good thing anyway. The crime? Attempting to ruin her families' perfect image. 

Anyone who says that greasers have it worse than socs have obviously never met Beverly's mother and her impossible expectations. 

Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. Truly the pride of the West Side. 

[shuteyeshuttle]

LITERALLY ANYONE I WOULD LOVE LORE FOR THE SOC BOYS IN THE OUTSIDERS MUSICAL (Chet, Trip, + Brill)

I LITERALLY CANT FIND ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS

[moondust-artz]

HI I SAW YOU WANTED OUTSIDERS DRAWING REQS SOOO transfem Sodapop 👍

Sincerely, the CEO of transfem Soda~

After drawing fem Soda I just had to genderswap everyone

[anifever]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 you gotta stop sneakin’ through my window, dal.

god, could your room be anymore pink? .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

[tending-the-hearth]

the socs: yeah it’s gonna be easy to beat the greasers especially ponyboy since he’s injured and they’re all distracted plus we outnumber them for sure

darry “superman” curtis running off of “don’t touch my baby” energy, spite, the desire to show off his muscles, and the knowledge that ponyboy feels guilty about everything that happened and who has never had the chance to process his grief: i will squash you all like bugs single-handedly

[hellothereimaloser]

Ponyboy still dreams of drowning...

Before I got sick I managed to draw this oneee, it was hella out of my comfort zone but I like how it turned out eventually 🥺💞

And yes it's exactly what you think it is 😔

[jonathanbonathanjovi]

i’m a photographer and i took these photos

[sparklingcid3r]

giggling kicking my feet blushing🤭🤭

[golden-rolling-hills]

BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!

[brodygrantdaily]

That’s Brody 👉 That’s Sky 👈

🎥 : Melody Rose

[im-normal-about-everything]

more ponyboy headcanons (can you tell who my fav greaser is?)

has Curly (and most of the gang) wrapped around his finger

definitely would color his shoe laces and draw on his shoes

his notes are either the most organized of the entire class, or literally all over the place and only he can read them, it changes between classes

Used to climb trees as a kid but fell out one time and hit his head so he had to stop

sometimes he'll just sit with Curly and draw as a kind of date (he usually draws curly)

Loves English class, hates science (me core)

almost all of his clothes are actually other people's. most are darry or soda's, some from other members of the gang and Curly

pony is like the only person that Curly actually listens to, besides occasionally tim and Angela

Tried to crop some of his shirts and it turned out awful

Definitely dyed his hair a wild color at some point, probably purple or orange

his favorite flower is something inside like a spider Lily or a ghost orchid

Would pick up centipedes and shit but if there's an ant on him he's screaming bloody murder

Talks shit about the socs on the track team to the gang and curly

Pierced his own ears and it somehow didn't get infected even tho he used a thumbtack and prayers

Steve was the first to find out about pony and curly, but didn't say anything cause he saw how happy pony was (though he'll never admit it, he does care for the kid)

Definitely used bleach to draw something on one of his shirts, like a skeleton or smth like that (curly made him make one for him too so they could match)

Sometimes he forgets that he's dating curly and will get all smiley and happy when he remembers

he cannot cook for shit, everyone will die, but he makes amazing desserts

He and two-bit are not allowed to be in the kitchen together unsupervised, they will start a fire

makes those hearts out of gum wrappers and gives them to curly

Has gotten into (verbal) fights with gang when defending curly (mostly with Johnny and soda)

One time he walked out of curly's room at an ungodly hour and saw Dallas walking out of Tims's and they both just made eye contact and never talked about it again

Okkk that's it for now!!

[lemons-bittersweet]

Johnny: No twobit I’m this *shows gay flag*

Twobit: You’re French?

[moondust-artz]

Bob and Randy

Their designs are soo scrumdilidumtious 😋😋

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 7 of Kinkmas: Sleeping In The Lot With Sodapop Curtis

KINKMAS 🎄🧤❄️

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

Warning: making out, hickeys, protected sex, public sex

Y/N’s POV

Sodapop and I are going to the drive-in to see Beach Blanket Bingo tonight, we’ve been wanting to go somewhere alone for quite sometime because of him working including me going to school.

When Soda and I got to the drive-in, I can see some socs and their Mustangs and Corvairs, as usual. When Soda and I parked we went to the concession stand to get some food and snacks. When we got there, I see Bob and Randy, looking smug as ever.

“Just ignore them.” I whisper into Soda’s ear.

“I will Y/N/N.” He whispers back.

We get our food and drinks and we walked out like there was no one in the room. We get back to the car and get in the trunk of Soda’s truck and we get comfortable, ate our food, I cuddle up with Soda and enjoy the movie.

After the movie, Soda decided to take us to the lot to be somewhere quieter. I cuddled up with Soda again and look up to the stars to see any shapes in the sky.

“Did you like the movie?” Soda says looking at me.

“Yeah I did, I really loved the dancing and the fashion in the movie.” I say looking at him.

“I only liked the dancing.” He jokingly says.

“Come on, what else did you like?” I asked him.

“Fine, I liked the dancing and the sets of the movie.” He says trying to think.

“I like that better.” I smile.

Soda looks at me and kisses me, I kiss back. We look at each other and I make him get on top of me. We begin to make out, we haven’t done this in a while now but I’m glad we’re doing this.

Soda begins to touch my body, I moan, but I try to keep my moaning quiet because there’s neighbors everywhere. I feel him giving me love bites, I gasp. I get on top of him and gave him some hickeys as well.

“This is new to me Y/N/N.” Soda whispers in my ear.

“Just want to give my baby what he wants.” I whisper back.

“I like the sound of that.” He smirks.

I giggle and continue to kiss his neck. He wraps his arms around me and continues to touch me which makes me to giggle. Soda makes me lay down on the ripped up car seat and grabs a condom.

“You wanna do this?” He says to me.

“We’ll just be quiet.” I sit up and whispers in his ear.

We begin take our clothes off, Soda gets the condom on him and begins to fuck me slowly, I cover my mouth so I can be quiet. I gasp a little, he really is so good at this.

I flip us over so I can be on top, I begin to ride him. He grabs on my hips and guides me, I already can tell I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I sway my hips to make him feel deeper inside me, he covers his mouth and groans. I giggle at him. I make him sit up so he’s looking at me and he looks at my breasts.

“I don’t mind if you do anything to em’.” I say to him.

He grins and starts to do something to the valley of my breasts, I tug on his hair, I feel him sucking my nipples, which makes me arch my back and lean my head back by the pleasure of him now giving me more hickeys. My parents are going to kill me, I hope we have children one day.

After him being a sex crave addict, we lay on the car seat. I feel his heart beating and he touches my hair.

“I hope we can do this somewhere more private Soda.” I say looking up at him.

“So we can be louder?” He grins.

“Maybe.” I giggle.

We look at the stars again, they different than the last time I saw them.

“I promise I’ll make daddy fuck me harder.” I whisper.

“Let’s just go to an abandoned warehouse and, daddy will make you beg.” I says in a deep voice.

“What if mommy wants to take control?” I pout.

He winks at me, he knows I’ll take control and make him feel good like he does with me.

[tending-the-hearth]

Ponyboy: Johnny’s the gang’s pet, he’s everyone’s kid brother, they just put up with my because I’m Darry and Soda’s little brother :( The gang: *fighting for their lives against their Mother Hen™️ instincts the second Ponyboy is out of their immediate vision*

[outsidersheadcanons]

Darry’s real second job:

all for keeping food on the table and for Ponyboy’s college fund 😔