#i heart sodapop sm

[illfoldthelaundry]

sodapop being sick and/or feeling like he need touch and he either

a. shamelessly bombards the gang with hugs

or

b. if he’s feeling a lil sad he just subtly leans his head or like pats or lingers too long or slowly just hugs harder. like he’ll be laying down next to someone and suddenly his arms are around their waist. he just will subtly touch people until they notice and give HIM hugs

okay that’s all guys

[illfoldthelaundry]

YES YES YESSSS.

kindergarten teacher soda headcanons (in a modern au)

— sodas classroom has SOOO much color it’s like a rainbow threw up. beige moms are this man’s sworn enemy

— he does a joke of the day every morning and if the kids come up with their own joke they get a piece of candy

— brings his guitar to class and plays it along with lessons a lot cause he knows it’ll help some of the kids pay attention

— always gets so engaged with the kids activities he will do it with them half the time cause he knows the kids will work with him more if he does

— suffers from an insane lack of funding but does his best, he knows how to make do

— pony comes in sometimes and lets the kids read to him so they can practice reading out loud without judgement

— it can be freezing cold and he takes the kids out for recess he loves the kids but they need to get their energy out

he’s just sooo. ugh. bro would love helping kids in a way he was never helped

[spikedhe4rt]

hi! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do some headcannons about dating Sodapop? can be sfw or nsfw <3 thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Sodapop Curtis x Reader Headcannons 💕

A/N: I did sfw and nsfw! Hope you enjoy this! My request box is open. Feel free to request anything!

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ When you guys met, you both were 16

❥ You started off as friends as he was just getting over Sandy

❥ After a while, romantic feelings came about.

❥ You were each others favorite people. you helped him through his heartbreak and he helped you with just his presence.

❥ You fell first and he fell harder in a way.

❥ Cuddling even before you started dating

"Soda, can we cuddle?" He turns around, your backs no longer facing eachother. He nods sleepily and holds you tight.

❥ Once you guys started dating, your relationship was the same but 10x

❥ He loves to give you forehead kisses

❥ He's not one for holding hands but his arm stays around your waist.

❥ Sometimes you'll just find him staring at you, and he claims he's "admiring your beauty"

❥ He gives some the most heart warming hugs

❥ Taking non-sexual showers together.

❥ Him showing off in-front of you and making you flustered!

"Soda focus and stop flexing for your girlfriend" Pony said after a groan. Him and Soda were moving their bed frame but Soda kept flexing bc you were there.

❥ Hands on your thigh every time he drives.

❥ He puts a little money up every check to save up for promise ring

❥ Since he doesn't have the money yet, He makes you paper rings.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ He into breath play. Your hand on his neck sends him all the way. He loves how his hand looks around your neck.

❥ He prefers to give instead of receive.

❥ He gives the best head. He makes it almost impossible to stay quiet.

❥ He loves having his own hair pulled in bed. You discovered it on accident. He whimpered when it happened

Soda had his mouth on your clit, sucking every now and then. “Keep going, Soda. Fuck!” Your hands started tugging harshly at his hair. He whimpered slightly into your pussy. “Do it again”

❥ He loves to fuck raw but only when you are on the pill.

❥ Leaves huge hickeys almost everywhere.

❥ He loves to watch you beg but he’s not afraid to do it too.

❥ Hes very loud most of the time. You’ve had to put your hand over his mouth a couple times.

❥ He prefers to take you from the back but still fucks in missionary

❥ He’s a big sucker for overstimulation.

“You’re so sensitive, huh? Give me a couple more.”

❥ He likes when you guys make eye contact when he’s thrusting into you.

[ambrozjas]

Could you do a songfic with the song 'Mary' by Alex G with Dallas?

I love your writing sm it genuinely makes me happy <3 take your time with this request and have a lovely day !!

mary is the girl that leaves you to rot ꨄ︎

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

i cried makjng this n im so proud of it n i love alex g sm

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

major character death, grieving reader, weird descriptions of adrenaline because i’m obsessed with it, song lyrics r in italics !! 💕

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

2276 words, 12170 characters

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

mary is the girl that i wanna kiss

she’s got big red eyes and big red lips

she’s got big sharp teeth and big fat hips

dallas winston was known as a lot of things. he was a hood, a filthy greaser, a pervert, an idiot. and while you had heard all of these things about him, you had never actually spoken a word to him besides a gruff, “watch where you’re going” when you bumped into him.

you took notice of the hollowness in his dark eyes, the way his hair was always tussled, the way a new purple bruise was always blooming on his cheek, the milky skin that shone through the small slit of his shirt lifting when he stretched, the fullness of his pink lips whenever a cigarette was sticking out between them, how soft they looked..

no, you told yourself. dallas winston was a no good hoodlum who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. that’s all he was, and that’s all he’ll ever be. but how wrong you’d come to be in the future.

mary is the girl that i wanna fuck

she’s got leather heart and leather gloves

over the next few weeks, your mind couldn’t help but wander about dallas. you practically analyzed every part of his being. the way his eyebrows furrowed when he struggled to light the cancer stick meticulously placed between his index and middle finger, his leather jacket creasing at the forearms in the process.

but of course, your thoughts had to be interrupted. whether that was for the better or worse, you couldn’t decide.

“hey! what’cha lookin’ at?” your friend slides up next to you on the bench, slipping out of the sun’s reach and under the tiny umbrella shielding you two as she followed your gaze. you both were at a small diner, eating outside despite the tulsa heat causing your thighs to sweat when you sat down. you didn’t mind the heat, maybe that’s why you started playing with fire by talking to dallas winston.

you muttered a quick, “nothin’” when you saw your friend roll her eyes and groan at the fact that you were watching him, dallas. you snatched the juice box that she held out to you while she continued to watch dallas with two younger kids chase a group of small kids around, shouting about in an attempt to scare them.

“i still don’t get it. yeah, he’s a bit cute but i don’t understand why you’d go for a guy like that—“

“i’m not going for anybody. ‘s it a crime to observe the locals?”

“bit creepy but,” she paused as she tsked, “not a crime.” she sighed, sipping on her own juice box once more.

she’s the only girl that i wanna love

when you had finally mustered up the courage to talk to ‘the big bad wolf’ himself, you got through the brief scoffing-at-your-attempts-at-conversation stage and actually realized that dallas isn’t all that bad. maybe he’s wore you down, maybe it’s just habit at this point, but he’s actually tolerable when he’s not around all these dumb broads who are looking for a quick bang.

it took a while. like, a long while. but dallas didn’t mind you anymore. you were no longer the pest that buzzed around his ears in hopes that you weren’t swatted away. dallas claimed he didn’t have friends, need friends. but you’re one of the closest people that would ever get a chance to see dallas the way he truly is. you had met the curtis brothers, already recognizing sodapop from school before he dropped out. you had met two-bit, an obnoxiously flirty drunk who threw teasing remarks at you and dally at night long. you had met steve, although all he did was sneer at you when you got close to him, similar to a dog with a piece of beef in its mouth.

when dallas had finally asked you out, it was curt. grumbling a small offer in an attempt to sound tougher so he would mask his awkwardness if you said no. but if you’re being honest, you couldn’t imagine being with any other boy besides dallas winston. he plagued your mind, planted like weeds that you couldn’t get rid of. whether that were his intentions all along were unknown, although you wouldn’t put it past him. dallas was an interesting guy, for sure.

listen to me baby, i don’t mind

i wanna be with you and waste my time

“y’know, you don’t have to be here right?” you asked him, watching as he blowed another cloud of smoke through the small gap his mouth provided on the other side of his cigarette occupied lips.

he merely glanced at you, his arm behind his head as he lounged about on your bed, weight crinkling the sheets.

“because if—“

“can you relax? i wanna be here, otherwise i’d get up and leave right now.” he plucked the cigarette from his mouth as he fully turned his head to look at you.

you shrugged, “i wonder what’d make me ask when you’ve said ‘i’m wasting my time’ and ‘how long are you stretching this out’ and—“

“alright, alright. i get it.”

you sat in silence for a bit, feeling a bit awkward at the fact that you pulled his card and had said nothing more. you were convinced dallas would leave once he had sat up, dusting some ash off of his dark shirt.

“how long ‘til you finish that thing?” he pointed to the paper on your desk below you, leaning his elbows against his thighs as he got comfortable in the new position.

“why? you need t’much attention?” you cooed at him teasingly, still keeping your eyes glued to the paper.

“feels like you’ve been workin’ on it forever. i don’t wanna spend my time in silence while my girlfriend is just working on her homework.”

girlfriend, you repeated in your head. he’s been getting pretty ballsy with this label thing, huh? you smiled to yourself, writing one last sentence before putting your pencil down and getting up from your desk. dallas’ eyes trailed your figure as you stood between his legs, his hands instinctively resting on your hips.

you would almost call it domestic, the way his brown eyes gazed at you. the brown eyes that were so full of disdain and resentment for the world, somehow had room for adoration whenever he looked at you. you always admired that about him.

you placed your hand on his face, before giving him his wishes and unceremoniously plopping on top of him. you couldn’t deny him, dallas winston always got what he wanted.

give it to me baby, i feel good

i wanna feel whatever you think i should

sing it for me, baby, play my song

i wanna hear your daddy sing along

“i dunno.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“what do you mean you don’t know?” you put your hand on your hip and looked down at dally, a cancer stick shoved between his lips as usual.

“i don’t dance, ‘specially not with losers like you.”

“hey!”

it was the perfect moment, you were at a family party with dally. you two decided to go to a small clearing behind the house, the smell of trees wafting in the air. it was distant enough that nobody would see you but it was close enough that you could still hear the music faintly blasting through the speakers.

“c’mon dal, nobody can see us. just you ‘n me.” you held out your hand, tilting your head as you offered for a final time.

he stared at it for a second, eyes flickering between your face and your hand as he cocked an eyebrow similarly to two-bit’s habit.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “fine, guess i’ll just go find another guy to dance with. i’m sure andy would love—“

and then came dally’s hands on your hips pulling you back towards him when you tried to saunter away back to the front of the house. you yelped as he tugged you towards him, getting up from the small white garden chair.

you laughed and threw your head back as dallas tried to twirl you, he was almost comically stiff as he did a small two-step shuffle with you in his arms.

“wow, so romantic.”

“shut up.”

you leaned forward and rested your chin on his shoulder, relaxing in his embrace as the music changed to a much slower song. you assumed the adults were slow-dancing with each other, too. you found it funny how when you were little, you would gag at anybody else doing these actions and now, you just realize how in love they were with each other.

you mumbled the lyrics a bit as you swayed in dally’s arms, resting your eyes as his hands came to sit on your waist.

dallas relaxed a bit, too. he listened to your sweet voice as you lowly whispered the lyrics from off the top of your head, mumbling incoherent phrases at lyrics you didn’t know.

if you had told anybody else about this, about how you had practically domesticated dallas winston, about how he was no longer the big bad wolf of tulsa but instead of a common dog who rested his head in your lap, they’d never believe you. they could never believe that he could be anything else besides a greaser, that’s all that mattered in this town. you cherished these moments, oblivious to the futures ahead of you and dallas.

mary is the one who leaves you to rot

she says, ‘i am real and you are not’

that phone call from dallas still haunts you. his voice was breathy, you heard him groan at the slightest shift of movement, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

“what did you do, dal?” you remember the way you clutched the landline, your palms had already been sweaty. one second you were hunched over a desk stressing about math homework, and the next you were pressed up against the wall as you frantically tried to get dally’s location.

you remember the way he had whispered your name over the phone. his voice cracked as he repeated it. for a while, it was ‘doll’ this and ‘baby’ that, he rarely called you by your name anymore.

“please, just tell me where you’re at dallas.” your voice was barely a whisper at that point, you were surprised at how the phone picked it up. you pressed your forehead against the wall as you begged him not to go once he told you his goodbyes. you remember how before he slammed down the phone, he let out a small cry.

“thanks for sticking around.”

and then came the familiar dial tone.

you remembered feeling a pang in your heart, it was like your vision went blurry. your throat was practically coated with barbed wire as you fought back a sob, biting your fist to avoid a cry from escaping your lips, an old habit you had learned from dallas whenever he tried to hide from you.

it was nothing like the movies, where a dramatic string quartet would play in the background as you ran in slow-motion out the door. your mind couldn’t think, your thoughts couldn’t focus. your thighs started shaking as you ran out of the door, not even bothering to put shoes on.

the cool air hit your legs, creating a pebbles effect against your skin as the goosebumps raised. your legs didn’t stop, you ran until you couldn’t anymore as you followed the noise and the array of police cars that made a bee-line down the street to the old convenience store.

you remembered the burn in your nostrils and at the back of your throat, the cool air hitting both your bare shoulders and sinuses. that didn’t stop you, though. all you could think about was dally.

you remembered how your eyes couldn’t even focus on what was in front of you. all you saw was dallas, and in his hand was a gun, in replacement of his normal cigarette.

she says, ‘i am real and you are not’

you couldn’t eat after that. who could eat so casually after watching their boyfriend be gunned down right in front of them?

it’s all a blur now, your adrenaline blocking out most of the details. all you remember was crying, as shouts came from the gang, yelling about how dally was just a kid. those screams still haunt you to this day. even now, you can’t look at a pack of kools without thinking of dallas.

you understand why he did it for johnny. johnny was the closest thing dally had to a family. if he was alive now, you’d smack the shit out of him though. you weren’t selfish, nor were you a mean person, but you couldn’t forgive dallas for doing this to you.

as you laid in bed the night of his death, you remembered how dally had made promises that were soon proven to be empty about escaping this small town, to a place with no worries. you realized now how stupid it sounded, but that didn’t matter to you because you had dally. had. and now what you had was gone, lost with the solemn memories of resting against the silk pillows and whispering small words that no other person would ever get to hear, for those words would never leave that bedroom, and those words would never leave your mind either.

you know it now, that dallas was trying to just plant himself in your mind. in his own sick way, he wanted a piece of him to be left with you. and you couldn’t deny him, dallas winston always got what he wanted.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the outsiders did NOT have to go that hard with that “whatever dally wants dally got” quote

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[dearsnow]

omg can i have maybe a silly awkward confession + first kiss w steve randle???

tysm i love ur works sm <33

8:00

- steve randle desperately wants to confess to you, but it never seems to go in the way he expects. (steve randle x gn!reader but it’s mentioned that steve has liked girls in the past, fluff, unedited)

word count: 820

a/n - yes in this story you are EXACTLY steve’s type bc he loves you!! and tysm :,)

If Steve knows one thing, it is not how to flirt successfully. How to fix cars and punch things, maybe, but the idea of romance with another person is so foreign to him that he wouldn’t even know where to start. He can throw compliments and ask people out no problem- the problem comes when it’s time for them to say “yes”. He had a girlfriend at one point, god knows how that happened, but like most things, it ended pretty quickly. It left him slightly heartbroken and more than slightly insecure in his ability to secure another relationship.

But when he saw you, waltzing into the DX looking like his exact type, he couldn’t stop himself from trying.

“Hey there-“

“Steve, come help me with this.” Soda called, wiping some sweat off his face with his sleeve. “I just can’t get it to fit.”

And so began Steve’s campaign. Every time you walked by, he would attempt to move the conversation towards asking you out, but something or someone always got in the way. Eventually, the attempts got less and less frequent. The world just seemed to not want his brazen attempts at romance.

If you’re being honest, ever since you saw him while walking by the gas station, you’ve been hooked on Steve Randle. You’re always nice to the greasers and even befriended a few of them, but something about him just makes you nervous. He’s too handsome, too cocky, and too often talking to girls. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from liking him.

Sodapop knows. He sees how you stare at him, even though you look away as soon as he catches you. He sees your awkwardness, your giddy smile, and he sees that Steve, for once, can’t seem to find his words.

“You should do it.” He says. You turn around.

Soda has a grin on his face, and it terrifies you. “Do what?”

“Ask him out. Steve, I mean. You know he likes you- I think I’ve told you a million times since you first came ‘round.”

You’re dumbfounded. Soda raises his eyebrows, gesturing at the boy in the corner. Ask him out? You? You, ask out the guy you’ve been crushing on for practically forever now? “I don’t think so.” You lower your voice. You doubt Steve can hear your conversation, but you keep it hush-hush for safety’s sake.

You want to. You really, really want to, but there never seems to be a right time.

“Just do it.” He elbows you. “Steve! Steve, come here a minute. They need help.” He yells, giving you a wink. Your heart beats a million miles a minute in your chest as Soda walks away and Steve walks towards you. Has Steve always looked so good in the dingy gas station lighting?

It’s now or never, you guess.

“Whaddya need?” Steve questions. He has a little air of giddiness to his voice, like he’s waiting to say something he’s been keeping inside for a long time.

You take a deep breath. If Soda’s wrong, you’re going to wring his neck. But you need to do it. You just need to, and now’s as good a time as any.

“I just… uh, would you want to see a movie with me? When you’re done with work, of course.” You look away, bracing yourself for a potential rejection.

“Aw man, you couldn’t even let me do it myself?” Steve borderline whines. “I’ve been wantin’ to ask ya that for forever now.”

Your mouth opens just a little bit as you stare at him, face heating up. Soda was right.

Steve moves a bit closer, his hands shoved haphazardly in his pockets. “I like ya. Have for a while, I mean. So yeah, we should hit the drive-in when it gets dark.”

He has a dopey smile on his face, and you’ve never seen anything so cute in your life. He’s rough around the edges, but there’s something smooth in the way you feel secure in his presence. “I’d love that. I like you too, by the way.”

Steve could cheer, but he settles for a subtle fist-pump and a mental note to brag to the gang later. He knew it would eventually go his way.

“Do you like me enough to kiss me?” He teases. If it was his choice, he’d kiss you until his lips turn blue. What he doesn’t expect, though, is your agreement.

You, in a great act of bravery, pull him closer and press your lips to his.

The entire world seems to melt away from the two of you as Steve wraps an arm around your waist and keeps a hand on the back of your head. If the world exploded in that moment, neither of you would care.

When you finally pull away, there’s a heavy blush on his cheeks.

“So, the drive-in at 8:00?” You laugh.

“Yeah, geez, for sure.”

[illfoldthelaundry]

YES YES YES YES

i low-key ranted about this on my other blog but guys,,,let soda be a normal human being. let soda have flaws. he’s not perfect. pony just sees him as perfect. i don’t think he smokes, because im canon he only smokes when he’s upset, and while you could say “pony’s unreliable” i don’t see why he’d hide the fact he smokes from anyone when literally everyone save darry, smokes. HOWEVER i don’t doubt he drinks underage. i don’t doubt he commits petty theft on occasion. i don’t doubt he gets high sometimes. him and pony argue. him and darry argue. let soda be flawed. while yes, he’s a golden retriever guy, let him be unstable and faulted.

let him have faults. let him be emotionally unstable. let him be insecure. let him have a furious breakdown where he just loses his shit and breaks. let him be emotionally unstable.

he’s an amazing character and is probably an amazing guy, but everybody is flawed. there’s no way around it.

[sadie-bug345]

how long the gang takes to get ready for the day⛅️🌤️

i just know cherry be hogging the bathroom and she’s actually so real for that cause i do it too🥰

ponyboy:

he gives a nighttime shower guy

used to having two brothers to fight with in the morning so he’s honestly pretty fast

my guy hits snooze sooo much it’s actually crazy

so because of this he’s gotta rush to get ready

but at this point he’s used to it which is cool

we love an adaptable king

AND he always pulls up to school looking decent so 7/10

johnny:

ngl i actually don’t know how he’d be getting ready

he just spawns in wearing full greaser attire complete w a switchblade accessory ‼️🥰🤩🤪

but he’d probably only need like ten minutes but bro loves like a slug

he just ain’t a morning person AT ALL and that’s okay😔✊

he shows up looking kinda scruffy but that’s okay it’s for the vibe fs 5/10

sodapop:

he seems like the type to shamelessly hog the bathroom

pony and darry hate it sm LMAO

actually wakes up at a decent time so he can shower and get dressed and everything

he hates the feeling of being rushed so he’s got a whole set routine

but if he gets off the routine everything come crashing down and he ends up being like an hour late😭😭

8/10

darry:

early riser

probably cause of necessity yk he’s a working boy

but also he loves having the bathroom to himself for once and take his time

he also cooks breakfast so that’s kinda a way for him to wake up slowly

outfits are a little basic but he pulls them off so we know he ain’t wasting anytime deciding which solid black t shirt to wear that day😭

he is honestly goals 10/10

dally:

THIS MAN

he will claim so MUCH that he just wakes up and comes out looking perfect

but he self absorbed for sure

you cannot watch that beginning scene of the movie where my guy STRUTS down the street

bro really thinks he’s that guy😭💀

so yes, he does spend a solid amt of time getting ready, picking outfits, rings, the whole shebang

but if you bring it up you’re dead😔

breaks down if he has to share the bathroom and gives up

he needs his space ig? 6/10

two-bit:

my guy has ONE OUTFIT

different variations but the same outfit nonetheless😭😭😭

so that takes zero time out of his morning

his hair is super greased up so bc of that he probably takes a normal amt of time

honestly pretty chill when it comes to sharing a bathroom

BUT still hyper asf so there’s that

rip to anyone in the way of the fridge when he’s hungry for breakfast🙏

7/10 low effort but still eats

steve

probably takes a lot of time

and pony would hate it sm

those “complicated swirls” ARENT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

or for those running late

lowk has a bit of a big ego so he puts a lot of effort into his appearance

loves him some chocolate cake for brekky

6/10🙏

THIS WAS FUN OK BYEEEE‼️🫶🤪

[lithuanianking]

Who do you ship in the outsiders? Who is your favorite character and why?

Q:Who do you ship in the outsiders?

A:As it goes for most Fandoms,I don't really mind whos with who. Don't get me wrong,I have some main ones but even then I tend to picture them with other people sometimes.

For the outsiders my personal favorite is probably Steve Randle and Sodapop Curtis. Don't get me wrong I enjoy the idea of characters just being able to be friends but I very much enjoy these 2 together. Frankly Steve is the only one I can really sodapop being with,besides like sandy.

I also like two-bit and Marcia,big fan of those guys.

As of late I've also been kinda interested in the Idea of Cherry and Johnny. Idk why.

Q:who is your favorite character and why?

A: it's 100% without a doubt Steve Randle. I somehow allways get attached to the characters with the least attention and merch.

(He doesn't even get a little heart patch like the rest do on the outsiders museum website💔)

He just...speaks to me. He's kinda a jerk and his feud with pony is very enjoyable. He's also just got a lot of potential,with a interesting background and the way he acts in the book,movie too.

I just love that guy sm.

Thank you for the ask! I loooove answering them:]

[jaidens]

Can you do a fic where the reader's been dating Sodapop for a year and she was a really bad father? She opens up to him about the trauma and he comforts her about it.

And Stood There Loving You And Wished Them All Away

pairing [s] : sodapop curtis x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : abuse (physical and mental) | short fr

a/n [s] : ty sm for the request ��

You and Sodapop Curtis have been dating for a year now, pushing through bumpy and love-stricken moments. You were considerably in love with the man, absolutely head over heels for everything about him. Sodapop cared: that was shown throughout the time you met him. He would treat everyone with respect, hoping they'd give it back, such as customers and even his brothers. You knew him as your life, the man who held you when times got hard.

You hadn't told him about part of your life, your childhood. If the topic was mentioned, you would switch it with a kiss on the lips or a hug that squeezed his organs around. He was curious about how you covered such an important part from everyone.

Sodapop looks at you, his hands enveloping yours. He can tell you're shaking, his hand going to lie on your upper neck; just below your jaw.

“It's okay. You don't have to tell me today.” Sodapop reassures but you shake your head, and take a shaky breath in. You grip his hand for dear life, holding you down to Earth when you begin talking about your experiences. You don't remember when you started crying, but all you feel is Soda’s calloused fingers rubbing away the tears that fall. You tell him about everything, as it all begins to fall out of you: covered up emotions and feelings.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry.” You beg out in worry about him knowing things you wanted to keep covered from him in hopes he would stay. Sodapop’s eyebrow raises and he looks at you funny. “Why are you apologizing, honey?” He asks and you pull yourself into his arms, crying into his soft shoulder.

He smells like everything you loved about him. It relaxes you once you get comfortable. “I’m sorry— I just, I kept that part covered because I was told it was an unlikeable trait about me.” You admit and Sodapop gives you a soft kiss against your forehead.

“Don’t ever keep something like that away. I had no idea why you were struggling, I thought it was my fault. And, it is far beyond an unlikeable trait. It shows how strong and worthy you are.”

You smile at his comforting words, giving him a kiss against his right after he said it. Suddenly, that weight that sat on you is disappearing along with Sodapop’s serious expression he puts on. “Thank you, so much. That meant a lot to me.” You thank his gently, kissing him once more and Sodapop pulls you back into his arms while his fingers draw hearts on your back.

“Always and forever, honey.”

[illfoldthelaundry]

you get it. oh my gosh.

it’s just so important to me

this probably sounds so strange, but sodapop crashing out is so important to me.

the sodapop who wears his heart on his sleeve and bawls over a lot of things and isn’t scared. the sodapop who knows how to comfort anyone and will listen to everyone. the sodapop who goes unheard and for that also unseen. the sodapop who realizes this and is just really fucking good at smiling and using his eyes so no one knows. no one but steve. no one but steve and dally because they one time witnessed soda loose his shit at bucks place after drinking one to many beers. no one but steve and dally, because who would he be to burden his brothers who just lost their parents and have to grow up way to soon. and then johnnys gone. and so is dally.

and everything sodapop touches goes. so he tugs at his hair and wants to rip his eyes out and break all the glassware in the house. he finds the stash of old records his dad used to collect and breaks them into tiny little shards. don’t you dare go into his old room because you are guaranteed to step on glass if you don’t watch where you are going. sodapop isn’t scared when he runs into paul holden on the street. the familiar face of his childhood. sodapop is in fact so happy to finally have a proper greaser outlet. so he throws the first punch. and second. and third. and why isn’t paul hitting back? why is sodapop sitting in an expensive car now ruined by the grease of his kind? why is he back at home and where are the beer bottles that he’s been hiding in his dresser drawer?

why is two-bit always with marcia and why is steve never around? why can’t he just snap his fingers and go. why can’t he be with mom and dad and johnny cade and dallas winston. why can’t he just reach into his chest and tear out his heart and squeeze it. because all sodapop wants to do it feel. he just wants to feel something so real that reality questions him. because this can’t really be his reality… can it? no matter which way he looks, the future isn’t in sight. so why is he here. all sodapop wants is to feel.

[illfoldthelaundry]

soda gets energetic when he’s tired, like he’ll be absolutely exhausted but he feels like he can’t be tired around people without them thinking something’s wrong so he puts on energy to seem normal but he overcompensates like crazy and he can’t help it. then he’s getting all these comments like “what is up with you today, you’re being weird” and such but in all reality he’s just like so mentally and physically exhausted he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself

[alaskan-wallflower]

The Curtis Brothers Playing Baseball:

Darry: Really giving it his all, hitting homeruns and pitching his heart out

Soda: Likes to throw gravel at Steve when he's bored, good at hitting and running bases doesn't like being in the outfield

Ponyboy: Just here to draw shapes in the dirt and pick dandelions

no this is so real 😭 i kinda have a headcanon that sodapop used to play baseball when he was like..eight to help get his energy out, but he had to quit because his asthma got really bad around that time, so i can kinda see him being really good—darry def accidentally broke a bat or two trying to hit the ball a little too hard—pony isn’t really a sports person outside of track and maybeeee swim? he doesn’t like playing sports that involve a ball, so yeah, i can see this lol-he only ljkes being up to bag and being able to run the bases because he’s wickedly fast, lol

i love this sm!

[zvdvdlvr]

Hii!!

I love your work, and was just wondering if you could do headcannons for Dallas Winston dating the really happy-go-lucky Curtis sister. Her and soda are twins so she’s pretty much soda but a girl. She’s very affectionate and always needs hugs and cuddles! She is really happy and excited, but also sometimes feels like she can’t be sad or angry around people she loves.

Xx Rose

being soda's twin and dating dally HC's

-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist

-> warnings: foul language, lil angst, FLUFF, smoking, making out, getting arrested, protective brothers, sexual scenarios (no smut)

-> reader's pronouns: she/her

-> pairings: romantic!dallas winston x reader, platonic!sodapop curtis x sister!reader

-> a/n: wait i loved this request sm!! i hope i did it justice &lt;3

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JSKSJWIDJ

the curtis's were very very very VERY hesitant for you to start dating dally

what if you broke up? would the gang have to pick sides? dally or the curtis's sister?

9no its too risky

it was only when the guys could list all the times they caught dally staring at you with a fond smile and dazed eyes did they realize his feelings for you were legit

as the oldest, darry of course had to give the 'you break her heart i'll f you up, no hesitation pal'

dally sat through it all while soda watched him intently

when you were official and shit, dear god the shit you'd do

it was like

humorously atrocious

to put it into words, two-bit's shenanigans times 5

I DISRESPECTFULLY RESPECTFULLY BELIEVE

a.) soda takes it upon himself to stay up and get all the details when you come home late from a date

b.) soda gags everytime you and dally are in an embrace for a little too long

as the 'Curtis Cuddlebug', you like to hug and be touchy because you didn't have that for some time or whatever BUT soda 13929292093929381% feels weird watching you hug dally instead of him

like,

you and soda (as twins) had the closest bond of anyone in the gang

so anytime shit hit the fan, you'd find yourself going to soda and him to you

youd gossip and shit talk and fight and do all the fun sibling tingz

but then

his heart kinda sinks when he realized he hasn't cuddled w you for a couple days

but its not like he can really say anything if youre happy

MOVING ON

shotgunning. with dallas.

MEOWMEOWPURRAWOOOOGAAA

thats when you really hash out some feelz

you'll pass the blunt back and forth, staring up at the stars (youre in dall's car bc he knows ur a sucker for watching the stars and cuddling and blah blah blah)

if you had like brought a blanket or two, dallas would a hundred percent pull you into him so he could get some lovin'

dally only likes affection coming from you and you alone argue with the fucking WALL.

some days you'll just sigh and bury your head into his chest. dally'll rub your back and smiling when you squirm to get closer to him cuz bros a little touch starved

"dally?"

"yeah?"

you sigh again. "i feel like shit sometimes. a lot actually"

this makes dally a lil worried "what?"

"soda 'n i are... happy-go-lucky, y'know? we gotta be smiling all the time, always... strong; confident," you tell him

dally's absorbing your words, wondering where tf ur going with this

"but then i realize i dont wanna be strong all the time. i know soda feels the same way i just," you sniffle lightly

dally's eyebrows? through the roof. is he uncomfortable? undoubtedly.

he isnt too comfortable with the way anyone expresses emotions tbh

but will always attempt to comfort you in any way he can

"whatchu mean, doll?"

his heart flips around when he hears you choke back a sob

"means i don' wanna always be smilin' and jokin' and not be taken seriously. i fuckin'- i need a break dall. a break from everything"

dally snuffs out his joint in an ashtray he set on the car and wraps both arms around you as you cry in his arms

he didnt know any of you felt like that

wow okay

if you stayed at his place at 'his' room he's literally heart eyes at you weari g his boxers and his a t shirt

he'd just "c'mere sweetheart lemme show you how loved you are" and pull you onto him

thats about as far as you get with him and the "L'' word

dally???talks????in?????his??????sleep???????

it's so adorable i think it was one of Dillo's works but he'd be a mumbly and clingy and HOLY FU

where can i get one?

back to sussy soda

he's happy for you. he really is

but dallas is snatching up his best friend, sibling, and cuddle bug from right under his nose

soda's pretty protective idgaf

you'd still have ur gossip sessions, but soda still feels bizarre when you're with him

something changed when you and dally started dating

if (IF) dally proposed

it'd be casual

like im talking

dq date, in the middle of drinking a shake he'd pull up with

"marry me doll?"

YESS MA'AM

dally is highkey afraid of rejection, now that he's so involved with you

but you smother him in kisses to prove otherwise

i cant

i

sorry but i cant get the visual of tired!dally out of my head

specially tired!hammered!clingy!dally

he'd attatch himself to your waist when he's 🤏🏼 that close to passing out because even absolutely hammered, he knows youll take care of him

absolutely refuses to let yoy pay bail for him when he gets arrested

but dont expect him to pay bail for you either bc bro kinda poor

he'd prolly just do smth to be in the slammer with you

#couplegoals

but you will 110 percent be getting the Disappointed Look™️ from darry

soda would point and laugh

pony would just shake his head with a knowing smile

once again:

where can i get one???

[secret-sageent]

Mwah kisses ily <3

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I LOVE YOU ALL SM EVEN IF WE NEVER INTERACT MWAH MWAH KISSES KISSES <333

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[st4rr-girrl]

🏳️‍🌈coming out to the gang, but having homophobic parents🏳️‍🌈

Warnings; homophobia, crying, emotional moments frl, soft boys for their favorite girl 🥺, abuse, cussing, angst & fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️, Your parents are homophobic and borderline abusive.

Now playing; a pearl —mitski

The gang had no idea that you were lesbian. Well— most of the gang anyway, some were suspecting.

You were scared of coming out to the boys, afraid of judgement or them abandoning you.

That’s what your parents would do; abandon you.

So you never told them.

Until you were tired of hiding; and your girlfriend wanted your relationship to be known by everyone.

So you decided to tell the gang, and then your parents.

You had the chance; when everyone was at the Curtis house doing their own things.

You cleared your throat loudly, gaining the gang’s attention.

“I-I have something to tell you guys..” you confessed, sitting on the couch in between Sodapop and Johnny.

They all stared at you, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

All of a sudden you felt squished.

“I…. Um… I-“ you felt tears well in your eyes.

Johnny grabbed your hands and nodded at you. He was your best friend.

You felt guilty for hiding it from him.

“I-I like girls.” You felt the tears fall from your eyes and you didn’t dare to look up; you didn’t wanna be met with the disappointed gazes of your closest friends.

“Hey..” you heard Sodapop’s voice become soft. “Don’t cry. There’s nothing to be sad about.” He rubbed your back in support.

“Yeah, kid, we’re all proud of you.” Darry smiled at you comfortingly.

Johnny hugged you. “Good job.” He smiled brightly at you.

Two-bit smirked, “Hey, now when Steve and Sodapop go on double dates with their girls, you can tag along!” He laughed, making you shake your head and smirk.

Dally kneeled in front of you and wiped your tears. “There’s nothing to be scared of, kid. Were all gonna support you no matter what.”

You and Dally were super close. Along with Johnny. You three would often go to diners and other places together.

Ponyboy smiled at you, “That was brave, Y/n/n.”

Overall, you are so happy that they accept you. So happy that you could cry.

But overall they loved you sm and wouldn’t look at you differently no matter what.

Ponyboy and Johnny would be so supportive, like two proud moms lmao.

Soda was probably suspicious of you seeing someone, but he never thought it was a girl.

Dally probably knew you were lesbian before. Along with Two-bit.

Steve never gave it much thought.

The next day, you brought your girlfriend over to meet the gang.

They were all skeptical of her, of course.

They were all (over)protective of you and that would never change.

Dally and Johnny didn’t like her at first, because they thought she would be bad for you.

But she was always kind to you and the gang, so they warmed up to her.

But if she ever does anything that upsets you, or hurts you badly, she’ll get a little talking to from the gang.

Not only did coming out strengthen your relationship with your girlfriend, but it also strengthened your relationship with the boys.

The next day you decided you would come out to your parents. (Big mistake.)

You decided to come out to them while you were all around the table, eating dinner.

You had your fork in hand, and you were poking at your food.

You couldn’t seem to eat anything, the thought of food all of a sudden being repulsive.

“I-I have something to tell you guys…” you mumbled, dropping your fork.

Your parents looked at you, unamused, and nodded for you to continue.

Your hands in your lap became much more entertaining than the situation at place.

“I-I l-like girls…” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

You peaked at your parents expression, through the hair blocking your face.

You saw anger written all over your fathers face and disappointment on your mothers.

Tears threatened to spill, as your father clenched his jaw and held onto his fork until his knuckles turned white.

“Get out of this house.” He grumbled.

“What..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up.

“Get out of this house, now!” Your father yelled, slamming his fists down on the dinner table.

“But dad I-“ you stood up, your father mimicking your actions.

He walked over to you and grabbed you by your shirt, slamming you onto the ground. He kicked you a few times, making bruises form all over your torso.

You stressed out, knowing it was summertime and you and the gang were supposed to go swimming tomorrow. You were also gonna bring your girlfriend along but you didn’t want her (or the gang) to see the bruises.

He landed one last punch to your face making your nose bleed, then screamed “get out!!”

Without hesitation, you ran out of the house and went to the Curtis house.

“Woah woah woah, y/n what the fuck happened?!” Dally asked as you barged in.

“My dad.” You sobbing, holding your arms out and running into Dally’s arms.

He rubbed your back.

Then Darry spoke up. “You can stay here; we’ll deal with your dad, Y/n.”

“Th-Thank you Darry.” Your words muffled due to shoving your face into Dally’s chest.

“Of course, Y/n.”

Johnny rushed over to you and took you from Dally’s arms, and you cling onto him.

“Do you want me to get your girlfriend, Y/n?” Johnny asked gently.

“Yes please.”

He gave you back to Dally, and then Dally brought you to the couch and you both sat down.

You cried into his shirt while clinging onto his brown jacket.

When your girlfriend arrived, she bursted through the door.

“Where’s Y/n?!” She yelled.

As soon as she saw you she grabbed you from Dally.

You hugged her tightly, and looked up at her; since she was a lot taller than you.

“Are you okay, my love?” She asked gently.

“Yeah I’m okay.” You whispered, laying your head on her soft chest.

“Okay baby.”

You both went to the couch and she sat down while you laid your head on her thigh

You fell asleep as she played with your hair.

The gang didn’t bother you both until later.

You were so grateful for the gang and your girlfriend.

You didn’t need your parents.

You had the gang.

(Y’all this was a rlly bad hc trust me the other ones will be a lot better.

[ambrozjas]

Hiii <3 before i start i wanted to say that ur fics are sooo good <333 okkkk so can you pleaseee please do a fluff with (aged up) sodapop curtis and he finally comes home to his fiancé after monthssss of being drafted out in war, and reader is like really shocked and emotional. maybe a bit of a song fic too? i think “it’s been a long, long time” by kitty kallens, would be suchhh a good fit!! just a LOT a fluff would be so good!! if it’s not any trouble!! thank uuu sm <3

it’s been a long, long time ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

TELL ME WHY I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC, LIKE ACTUALLY. SOMETHING TOOK OVER ME 😭 also, sorry i got a little angsty at the beginning, it’s more so a comfort type fic?? hope that’s okay 💕

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of war, crying, kissing?? i dunno i think it’s all pretty tame.

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

622 words, 3,325 characters

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never thought you would be here, standing so close to me

that’s all you could think about when you saw soda in the doorway, his suitcases in hand and his uniform still on. your mind flashes back to when you first learned that soda was drafted, how that night you were inconsolable. how could you be calm when your fiancé was about to be out fighting for his life? you remembered how that night how soda tried to comfort you, that night filled up with kisses in earnest, that night where you didn’t want to even let him go to the bathroom because you were scared that he wouldn’t return.

when he officially left, you were mainly alone, only keeping in touch with his brothers ponyboy and darry for their comfort and your own.

you remembered the amount of times you sat at your kitchen table, eyes empty as you fiddled with your engagement ring. one thing you thought about was, what if we never get to have this wedding? should we have gotten married sooner? you never stopped thinking about it. you can’t count how many times you lay at night alone in a cold, empty bed. you didn’t even want to wash the pillows for you feared they would lose soda’s scent.

there’s so much i feel that i should say.

you and soda just stared at each other, a small distance between you two, speechless. an almost deafening silence fell over the house. you eyes glossed over with tears as you ran at soda and threw your arms around his waist. sodapop, of course, embraced you back, burying his head in your hair as you shook with every silent sob.

but words can wait for some other day, you thought, tightening your arms around soda’s midriff.

he tilted your face up, cupping your cheek with his hand. you must’ve looked like a mess right now, red blotchy face with tears flowing down your cheeks and your nose wet, but soda didn’t care. he loved you too much to care, you could’ve been the ugliest crier in the room and soda would still dare compare you to a deity.

he brought his lips to yours, the salty taste shining through from all his tears. he pulled away for a quick moment, giving him enough time to press his forehead against yours, before he kissed you again. and again. and again.

kiss me once, kiss me twice

then kiss me once, again

it’s been a long long time

your hands tangled in in soda’s hair, the follicles still a militant length. your heart swelled as it felt like you and sodapop were the only two people in the world, like there was a spotlight shining on you two with no audience.

haven’t felt like this, my dear

since i can’t remember when

you reluctantly pulled away from soda, your hands resting on his chest. you let out a teary laugh at the way he chased your lips before he fluttered his eyes open, and when you looked into his blue eyes, you saw nothing but love.

you’ll never know how many dreams

i’ve dreamed about you

or just how empty they all seemed without you

you smiled at him, you realized that you could finally smell his scent against the bedsheets again, all those wonderful times you had with him can happen once more.

you tilted your head up and kissed your fiancé, and he practically melted into you. you could feel him smile against your lips as he pulled away and littered your face with kisses, kissing away all your tears.

so kiss me once

then kiss me twice

then kiss me once again

it’s been a long, long time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how is this only 622 words this felt like sm more in my notes app 😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱