#soda × steve

[chained-sweater]

what the gang does when they're drunk:

⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻ 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝓰. . .

— ponyboy: too young to drink, so they have to endure the wrath of the gang.

· ponyboy, watching the gang make fools of themselves: *on the verge of tears* i'm gonna kms.

— darry: turns into a massive cuddly lil' baby.

· darry, laying half on top of ponyboy: *slurring* i loooooooove youuu, ponyyyyyyy.

· ponyboy, struggling to breathe: love you, too, dar.

— steve: sings SO LOUD.

· steve, singing along to elvis on the radio: tHE wARdeN thREw A pARtY IN thE cOUnTY jAIl—

· ponyboy: STFU, YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING WALRUS MASTURBATING.

— johnny: BAKES VIOLENTLY.

· ponyboy, watching johnny aggressively throw open the oven and toss a (empty) pan in it carelessly: look at my future husband, go. he's so cute.

— dallas: cries like a baby.

· ponyboy, on the phone w/ two-bit's mom & watching dallas lying on the floor, curled into a ball, sobbing his eyes out: martha, pick me up, i'm scared.

— two-bit: ANNOYING AF.

· two-bit: pony, pony, pony, pony, pony, pony, pony—

· ponyboy, done w/ they're shit: WHAT?

· two-bit: *long pause* hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. *starts giggling like a little girl*

· ponyboy: *fucking smacks them across the head*

— sodapop: horny mf.

· ponyboy, hiding in the bathroom: soda seduced steve and now they're having sex on darry's chair. someone kill me.

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[chained-sweater]

canon, trust me, I was sodapop's jeans.

Sodapop wearing lowrise jeans and a slightly cropped shirt so you can see that sliver of tummy: ☺️

Steve, outloud: “oh Lordy what did I do to have such a pretty boy”

Soda: *blushing*

Ponyboy: i hate gay people 😐

HELP ME 😭😭😭

Every part of this is real. Has happened. Canon event. Steve doesn’t know how to act when Soda’s lower belly is exposed like that, Soda gets all flustered and bashful, and Pony becomes homophobic smh

He’s stevepop-phobic. Their number one opp fr

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

You know how ponyboy talks about how mysterious dally is and how they don’t really know about his backstory besides the fact he’s from New York? We’ll a dumb headcanon I have is that Dallas doesn’t talk about his past with the gang but they also don’t tell him about them. Dally doesn’t know anything about his friends

Until the court trials for Darry having custody started he legitimately thought Ponyboy was 12 years old

[your-unfriendlyghost]

can I interest y’all in some low-effort stevepop in these tryin times?

[listofwhyyouloveher]

can you do the gang with a gf who has like natural curly hair but she doesnt really like it so she straightens it a lot and then the boys try to like tell her how pretty her natural hair is

Summary: Outsiders with a curly haired reader

Warnings: none

Author's Note: realized i misspelled something on my last post but too lazy to fix it

PONYBOY CURTIS

Loves your curly hair because it's “fun to play with”

Will coil it up around his finger mindlessly

Hates when you straightens your hair because it “ruins it for him”

Will be a little baby about it, like a whole tantrum

JOHNNY CADE

Scrunches your hair for you because its fun for him

Tries to do your hair in different styles

He complains that his arm hurt after it but it always looks so pretty

Gets really mad when you straighten it and wont help you do your hair when its straight

SODAPOP CURTIS

Your curly hair makes you more fun to be around in his opinion.

Will sit in the bathroom with you smoking a cig while you wash your hair

Tries to help you by draping a towel over your shoulder to stop the water from getting on your shirt

he hides your straightener so you never straighten your hair anymore

STEVE RANDLE

Asked you to brush out your curly hair once cuz he wanted to see

gets mad PISSED if you straighten it, like “are you serious?! How could you do this to me?!”

Offers to do your curly hair routine for you to fix it

Tells you straight hair is pretty but curly hair is prettier

TWO BIT MATHEWS

Immediately tells you he’ll shave your head if you straighten it

AND he'll use the hair and make a wig out of it

Likes to be in the same room when you take care of your hair, just talking to you and having a chill time

Flaunts you to EVERYONE “my bitch is better than yours” type shit

DARRY CURTIS

Ties your hair back for you when your doing things

Likes to play with the curls too LMAO, hes like a lil kid

Puts your straightener at his house so you can never straighten your hair

Unironically really wants you to wash his hair for him because your always so delicate while doing it

DALLAS WINSTON

Is he asks you if the curtain matches the drapes smack the shit outta him

Doesn't give to damns about how you wear your hair unless you look bad or will mess with his reputation

Likes the curly hair because people give him compliments about how pretty you are

Will tell you to never stop wearing it natural and gets genuinely upset if you straighten it.

[chained-sweater]

STEVEPOP STEVEPOP STEVEPOP STEVEPOP STEVEPOP 🗣️🗣️🗣️

🔧🥤

[hideousvampire]

the emosiders posting + a normal sodapop(lunas wife)

[sunfuqr]

Ponyboy taking home ec in highschool 🥺

He's literally the only boy in the class (it's the 60s but like hell is anyone gonna keep Darrel Curtis's baby brother out of a class he wants to take) and the teacher doesn't like him at first but will later fall under his spell because Ponyboy is a Delight™ to have in any class.

And it just made sense, ya know? He's got Soda and Steve if he wants to learn about Auto Mechanics (and he do) and Darry if he needs to learn Woodshop Related Things

What he Doesn't Have is his Mama to sew up his britches for him when he rips them hopping fences. Or to let down the hems on his and his brothers jeans while they're growing. There's no one at home who could teach him how to do the laundry properly or make a meal plan or anything like that and Home Ec is the Solution

also when they learn basic embroidery he uses it for Evil almost immediately putting little flowers n shit on his brothers' cuffs and hems whenever they Annoy Him. Steve leaves his jean jacket at the house Once and Pony gets his lil mits on it and it takes a week to for Steve to pick out the Dozens of lil lazy daisies

[youdigokay]

Random Outsiders headcanons

-Soda is the best cook in the gang

-Dallas is left handed

-Darry hates the taste of coffee but he drinks it for the caffeine

-Steve can’t swim to save his life

-Mr. Curtis bought Johnny his jean jacket

-Pony has a decent singing voice but he will stop immediately if anyone catches him

-Darry was going to go for college for business management

-Soda is terrified of snakes

-Dallas is allergic to bees but doesn’t want anyone to know

-Johnny’s favorite food is a cheeseburger

-Two-Bit’s middle name is Robert but has never told anyone in the gang and he hates it because it reminds him of Bob Sheldon

-Pony has bad eyesight and squints at everything

[chained-sweater]

RANDLEPOP

r…a…n…d…l..e…p…o…p

[chained-sweater]

ponyboy: soda...why're you naked?

sodapop: um...i have no clothes?

ponyboy: *opening the closet* of course you do! ya got jeans, flannels, t-shirts—hey steve—plently o' socks...

[callme-holly]

hi! Can you do a ponyboy x fem reader where they're dating but Darry has strict rules for them and they always sneak off and make out in his room and Darry walks in one time and loses his mind and the boys think it's so funny and teases them so bad

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you and pony just want some time alone, but it seems darry and the other boys have different plans 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1333 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

The door to Pony’s bedroom clicks shut, the hinges letting out a small squeak of protest as you close it behind you, almost as if it knows it’s supposed to stay at least partially open. Almost immediately, the dull chatter coming from the living room is muffled, and the noise in here is lessened, but not by much; you can still distinctively hear the sound of Two-Bit’s obnoxious laughter drifting down the hall. 

Sunlight filters in through the open window, and the gentle breeze is welcome, cooling your skin as you turn to face Ponyboy, a soft, almost knowing smile forming on your lips. You two shouldn't be in here, at least not alone, but this is the closest thing to privacy you two have gotten in the last few weeks, what with his brothers always hanging around, watching you. It’s nice, for once, to be able to just be with him without having everyone hovering around.

You move quietly over to where he’s sat, leaning back against the headboard as he looks up at you, amusement shining bright in those greenish-grey eyes you’ve grown so fond of. 

“Hey” he murmurs, and even though the words are hushed, there’s an undertone in them that makes you feel safe, like what you’re doing doesn't matter at all; it just feels right.

“Hey, yourself,” you answer back, reaching up to run your fingers through his slicked hair, settling yourself on the mattress opposite him, legs crossed one over the other. 

“You managed to get away then? From the living room, I mean…” he trails off, tilting his head a little to the side, looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah, I did,” you nod slowly, “I got out before anyone could see me.”

It hadn't been easy, not by any means, and you have no doubt someone will grow suspicious when they find you both missing. But you knew the second Pony had excused himself, and when you'd finally found the courage to sneak away after him and shut the door, that you were finally, finally, truly alone. It felt like everything, the whole world had fallen somewhat quiet for the first time since the two of you had started dating, however, you knew it wouldn’t last long.

Pony leans into your touch, smiling softly as he closes his eyes again; he seems content enough to lie there quietly for a moment, but eventually opens them again when you let your hand drop, taking your arm and pulling you closer. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding it gently while his thumb moves in soothing patterns along your jawline, and before you know it, your lips are on his, soft and hesitant, the press light and careful, almost timid. 

It feels like everything has come to a halt between the two of you, your entire world falling silent, because the only movement is the gentle motion of his lips, brushing against yours as you exchange sweet little kisses. 

There's no way either of you want to pull back, not really - not yet - so instead, you lean further into each other, lost entirely in the moment, enjoying the small amount of time you finally get together without being interrupted, and you almost think you’d both gotten away with it. 

The thought passes quickly through your mind when you hear that familiar voice outside, muffled slightly, but clear nonetheless, and you immediately freeze, eyes flying open just in time to see the door being thrown open, a few inches short of crashing into the wall. 

“Ponyboy Curtis, what have I told you about shutting the door…” Darry trails off, noticing for the first time just how close the two of you are, eyes widening in shock, and you can already sense the anger bubbling to the surface. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asks, tone clipped and coldly furious as he steps fully inside the room, arms crossed over his chest.

Pony scrambles back quickly, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, a guilty expression plastered across his features as he turns to look at you and then back at Darry, unable to meet his brother’s stare for more than a single, fleeting moment before lowering his gaze and looking anywhere else. “Uh, we were just—uh, just talking…”

You frown, shifting a little on the bed, trying to put some space between you and Ponyboy, who shifts slightly away from you as well. This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you wanted to spend time together, not even close.

Darry shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply before turning towards you. “Do you at least wanna try and defend yourself?” 

You shake your head slowly, staring down at your hands in your lap silently. You know there's no point in denying the situation, that Darry already knows what you snuck away for, and probably knew from the moment he noticed you'd gone. “Nope, no defence,” you murmur quietly, glancing up hesitantly, expecting Darry to be livid. You don't expect to find him looking... sympathetic? 

A tiny smirk spreads across his face, and you wonder what on earth he thinks he’s going to accomplish by yelling at you both, but you’re too scared - and much too embarresed - to ask him now.

Another laugh sounds from the living room, quickly followed by a chorus of harsh shushes, and Darry takes a deep breath, shaking his head. He turns to Pony and says sternly, “Go back to the living room. Both of you. We need to have a talk.” With that, he exits the room, making a point to leave the door open at least a few inches, most likely as a small dig at the rule you’d both broken.

Silence falls over the room, deafening and thick and suffocating, and Pony makes no move to get up, staying firmly rooted to his spot on the opposite end of the bed. There’s a look in his eyes, one that you’ve seen before and is all too familiar, because you have no doubt you share that same look; you’re both terrified of what the gang are going to say. They might no be the most aware group of boys, but none of them are dumb, and you have no doubt thay Darry has already told them what you two have been doing. You can already hear the teasing, can already feel Darry’s scolding eyes fixed solely on the back of your head, and you know that you’re going to have to build up the level of trust you’d had all over again. 

A soft sigh leaves you and you push yourself up onto your feet, stretching slightly and turning to watch Ponyboy expectantly. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and you almost want to laugh. 

“Come on, Pone. Let’s get this over and done with..”

He blinks and nods slightly, standing up beside you as you both shuffle out into the hall, taking your time as you peer around the doorway of the living room. Immediately, all eyes on you, and you swallow heavily at the grins spread across every single persons’ face.

Two-bit whistles loudly, earning a few jeers from Dallas and Steve, however, they're quickly silenced as Darry shoots them a hard look. 

“Y'all really oughta try and be more subtle.” Soda pipes up, smiling at the two of you from his spot on the couch. You bite the inside of your cheek and Pony shuffles beside you, looking down at his shoes as he mutters a small 'sorry'. Everyone immediately breaks into a fit of laughter and Darry cracks a smile, shaking his head and he steps over, tussling his brother’s hair lightly. 

“Whatever, kiddo. Just don't let me catch you again.” 

You both nod, glancing at each other  sheepishly, knowing that next time you're both going to have to be a little more careful

[grlsinterrupted]

could you do a soda x shy reader and she goes to the DX to visit him like usual and sees a few girls flirting with him and she gets upset and doesnt even think just goes up and kisses soda infront of all of them so they leave and soda teases her but also obviously loves the fact that she came out of her usual shy bubble

the boy is mine .. ⊹₊⟡

soda belongs to you ! | sodapop curtis x shy ! reader ₊˚⊹

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you were never much of a talker to begin with. of course, you envied the girls that could shamelessly socialize with anyone they pleased, but you clearly weren’t wired that way. every time you tried to approach someone, you froze up. your voice clawed through your throat, desperate to escape, but no words ever came out. it seems as though the silence in the air is louder than your voice will ever be.

it wasn’t like you ever felt the need to talk, anyway. you were an observer, carefully analyzing every person’s mannerisms. you could immediately tell what kind of person someone is by studying their body language, facial expressions, and the way they interacted with others.

yet, somehow, you were the only person that genuinely piqued soda’s interest— despite shyness being a trait that typically pushes others away, soda was immediately drawn to you. he found it adorable how easily he could fluster you, and he especially loved the way you listened to him rant on and on about cars, even though you haven’t a clue what half the words he’s using means.

soda stands behind the counter, counting the money in the register. though he’s never been very good with numbers, every penny he tracks is a kiss he’ll give you as soon as you walk through those doors. just as he reaches 47 cents (or 48.. he lost count at about 32), the bell above the door chimes. soda looks up from the register, peering at a group of girls walking in. however, he doesn’t seem to notice that you were following behind the girls.

“hey, welcome in, y’all,” soda’s lips purse into a slight grin. “let me know if you need any help.”

the blonde girl begins to strut her way towards soda, twirling a loose strand of her hair. “oh, i’ll need help, alright.” she winks, blowing a kiss into his direction.

the girls behind her giggled, adjusting their hair and checking each other for lipstick stains on their teeth. a part of you didn’t have the confidence to tell them that soda was your boyfriend, but the other part of you couldn’t stand watching them flirt with soda. even the sound of their laughter was like nails on a chalkboard.

soda huffs out a humorless chuckle, running his hand through his hair. “yeah, that’s nice and all, but i’ve got a lady.”

the ginger in the group scoffs, placing a hand on her hip. “i don’t see her,” she takes a step closer to soda, grazing her hand against his knuckles. “besides, she doesn’t have to know.”

something in you took over, setting your mind straight into autopilot. maybe it was jealousy, but either way, you weren’t going to stand there and let someone practically beg for your boyfriend to make out with them. this was, in fact, the very rare occurrence in which you stood up for yourself.

you storm over to the counter, pushing past the group of girls and making your way towards you boyfriend. before he can even greet you, you cup his face, slamming your lips onto his.

soda’s eyes widen in surprise as you slip your tongue in, though he follows along your pace. he runs his fingers through your scalp, grinning ear to ear between his kisses.

as you pull away, you turn your head back to the group of girls watching you with grimaces on their faces. they stood there at a loss for words as you look them up and down.

you raise a brow. “enjoying the show?”

the group took this as their cue to leave, each walking out of the door one by one.

soda stares at you in admiration, absolutely speechless. he’s never seen you this petty before, but something about your fiery side turned him on like no other. shy or not, he loves you just the way you are.

he shakes his head in disbelief. “my god, that was- that was strangely hot.”

your cheeks flush into a light wash of pink. “is it bad that i’m kind of embarrassed?”

“nah, i think it’s cute how jealous you got. guess that’s just what you’ll have to deal with dating someone as handsome as me.” he winks, placing his hand on your jaw and pulling you in for another kiss.

‘i’m sorry that you seemed to be confused, he belongs to me. the boy is mine’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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[chained-sweater]

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stevepop comic1!!!

[w33zerbluealbum]

Doodle dump!!!!!

I'm really proud of these,, making these closeups of characters is fun!!

Please reblog if you like these! I worked hard on them ^^ /nf

@cemetaryvampire Is this feeding you to prepare for hibernation season

[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*