#sodapop curtis imagine

[2knightt]

CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

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[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Such a Gentleman

Pairing(s): Sodapop Curtis x Female Winston!Reader 

Prompt(s): Asking before kissing or even touching

Word Count: Around 2,200

Warning(s): hints at violence (but no actual violence), Two-Bit being kinda dumb, nervousness, anxiety, a few swear words

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): I’ve never written for Sodapop before, but he’s always been one of my favorite characters! I hope y’all enjoy this!

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Their first date was at the Nightly Double.

She didn't know how he managed to talk his brother into letting them use his truck for the night, but she was thankful. It was nice to finally have some alone time with her favorite Curtis brother.

Sodapop. The heartthrob of their gang of Greasers.

Sodapop with his bright, ocean blue eyes. Sodapop with his chiseled jawline. Sodapop with his unruly, movie star-esque hair. Sodapop, the one she had been in love with since she moved to Tulsa.

And he was sitting next to her in the bed of the truck, so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

There was a part of her that still couldn't believe she was there at that moment. Was it all a dream? Would she wake up in her bed at Buck's?

No. She wouldn't.

It was all real.

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Sodapop had approached her a few days prior, fresh off a shift at the DX. She could still smell the gasoline and cigarette smoke, and his uniform shirt was covered in dark stains. Somehow he still managed to look like a celebrity.

She had been walking to his house to have dinner with the gang like she always did every Wednesday night when he came bounding up behind her.

"(Y/N)!"

Pausing her movements, she looked back at him and smiled. "Hey, Pepsi-Cola!"

Soda grinned and she swore she died a little inside.

"You know, (Y/N)," Soda said as he finally made his way to her side, "you really shouldn't be walkin' by yourself. What if somethin' happened to you?"

They started walking again. (Y/N) shrugged. "No one's tried anything with me, Soda. Everybody knows Dally'd skin 'em alive." She noticed that he positioned his body on her right side, closest to the road, and couldn't help but smile to herself before continuing her thoughts. "Plus I have you. You're one of my best friends. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"Well I can't protect ya if I ain't with ya." Soda said. He stuffed his hands into his front pockets. "You're right though, no one wants to mess with your brother. No one's got the guts."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "You don't have to remind me. It's hard enough being a Greaser in this town, but being Dallas Winston's little sister? Forget it. I can't even go buy a coke at the concession stand without getting looked at."

Soda kicked at a rock with his shoe. "Oh, don't mind 'em, (Y/N). They don't know nothin'."

"I know, Soda. I'm alright." (Y/N) kept walking but looked behind them. "Where's your shadow? Surprised he's not with ya."

He laughed. "He's taking Evie to the drive-in tonight. I guess there was a new movie she wanted to see."

(Y/N) nodded and saw the Curtis house appear in the distance. There was a moment of silence as the two kept moving down the sidewalk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Soda glance at her before quickly snapping his head back forward. He didn't say anything but (Y/N) could tell he seemed tense.

This was new behavior. He wasn't usually on edge around her.

The Curtis house was even closer at this point, but she stopped moving. "Soda." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and turned to her. "I guess I'm just a little nervous." He quickly diverted his eyes to his feet.

This was not her Sodapop. Sodapop Curtis did not get nervous. Sodapop Curtis was happy-go-lucky and had a personality as bright as the sun in the sky.

"Soda, do you even know what that means?" She asked. "You don't get nervous. It's not in your nature."

He looked back at her. His eyes were shining in the light of the Tulsa sun. He got a determined look on his face and nodded. "You're right, (Y/N), so I'm just gonna come out and ask it already."

She didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.

He made eye contact with her and paused. They looked at each other for a moment, his blue eyes meeting hers.

"Doyouwannagotothedrive-inthisweekend?"

She shook her head and widened her eyes. "Come again?"

Another deep breath. "Do you," he paused for a moment to take another breath, "wanna go to the drive-in this weekend?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side before giving him a soft smile and little laugh. "Soda, that's fine." She began walking again, almost to the edge of the Curtis lawn. "We go to the drive-in all the time, I don't know why you were so nervous about asking me this time."

"Well, (Y/N)," Soda began, "I was kinda meaning that... it would just be... the two of us."

(Y/N) froze, her eyes the size of dinner plates. He couldn't possibly be doing what she thought he was doing... right?

"It's okay if you don't wanna..." He continued, "or we can invite the rest of the gang, I just thought it would be nice if..."

She was still frozen as he trailed off. He most definitely was doing what she thought he was doing. She felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes lit up, a smile taking over her face. Turning around to face him, she saw him looking anywhere but at her. "Pepsi-Cola..." She said slowly, "are you asking me on a date?"

He finally made eye contact with her and it was like a bolt of lightning struck her in the chest.

"Yeah?" He finally said, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

She felt like she couldn't breathe. How long had she been waiting for him to ask her out? Weeks? Months? Years? She couldn't even keep track anymore. She had been so caught up in the idea that it might be weird for everyone else if he asked her she just resigned to thinking he would never do it for the sake of the gang.

"We really don't have to if you don't wan-"

"I'd love to." She stated, interrupting his rambling. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she watched him process what she said.

Soda smiled. "Really?" He asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Really."

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Her reverie was interrupted at the sound of voices.

"No! Really!" Someone protested. "C'mon, I promised Soda we wouldn't do anything!"

She furrowed her eyebrows as the voices sounded like they were getting closer. Looking to her left, she could see Sodapop sigh, an irritated look on his face. "Damn it." He muttered.

Then from around the side of the truck came Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. Two-Bit, who seemed like the chief of the operation, was leading the way with a shit-eating grin on his face. Johnny followed silently while Ponyboy took up the rear, still protesting all the way. She couldn't help but notice her brother's absence. The same could be said for Steve. Even they were too smart to join in on Two-Bit's antics.

"Well, hooow-dy!" Two-Bit heckled. "Lookee what we got here, boys!"

(Y/N) could feel the eyes from other cars on their group now. An embarrassed blush spread across her cheeks. She did not need this to happen, especially not on their first date.

"How come ya didn't say anything, Pepsi-Cola?" Two-Bit asked. "Afraid we'd try to embarrass ya?"

She could feel her heart rate quicken. (Y/N) had always been a slightly anxious person, especially when she was receiving unnecessary amounts of attention. Unfortunately for her, it happened quite often.

(Y/N) hadn't been touching Soda even though the two of them were definitely close enough to. She wasn't sure what he was comfortable with. Sure, she'd seen him with other girls, but were things different with her? She didn't want to cross a line and ruin everything before it even began. What if she took his hand and he immediately felt put off? Not to mention she wasn't really that bold.

The banter between the boys continued as her hands began to shake. She had to do something to calm herself down. She snuck a glance to Soda before taking a deep breath. "Soda..."

The boy quickly looked at her, Two-Bit's antics forgotten. "(Y/N)?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. Breathe in, breathe out. Opening her eyes once more, she looked up at him. "Can I hold your hand?"

Soda's eyes were nothing but soft. "Oh, Sunshine," he said before he opened up his hand and moved it into her lap, "you never have to ask to hold my hand."

(Y/N) smiled and immediately clasped his hand in hers, moving even closer to him than she was before. She was completely flushed up against him, his right arm slightly in front of her chest. They were like two puzzle pieces, perfectly matched for the other.

"Hey, Greaser!" Someone yelled off in the distance. "Quiet down!"

She quickly laid her head against Soda's shoulder and hid her face in his shirt, not wanting to see or hear any of the people from the vehicles around them any longer.

Two-Bit snickered. "Look at you two! Y'all are so cute."

Sodapop rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on her hand. "You better quiet down, Two-Bit, before I get out of this truck."

"Come on, Two-Bit." Ponyboy begged. "Let's just go!"

Two-Bit, still cackling, moved closer to the truck bed. "Come on, Sodapop! I'm just hackin' on ya!"

"Yeah, Two-Bit, well go hack on someone else, would ya?" Sodapop exclaimed.

Ponyboy and Johnny managed to start moving Two-Bit away from the bed of the truck. The two boys looked at Sodapop and (Y/N) in apology before moving away from the truck and disappearing altogether.

Soda rubbed free hand over his face before looking down at (Y/N). "I'm sorry... I told Pony not to let 'em find us... Are you okay?"

(Y/N) uncovered her face and looked up at him. She squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault, Soda. I'm okay." She smiled and looked back at the movie, her head still resting on his shoulder.

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After Two-Bit's interruption, the rest of their time at the drive-in went the way it should have. They ended up cuddling under the same blanket while sharing a popcorn and a coke, then the movie ended and they started the drive back to Buck's.

They didn't talk but it wasn't awkward. (Y/N) didn't think it was possible to have an actual awkward moment with Sodapop. They had known each other for so long that it just didn't seem possible. There were points in their lives where they talked about literally anything and everything, but there were also times when they just enjoyed each other's company. It was all enjoyable.

A Beatles song was playing softly from the radio and Soda sang along softly. (Y/N) smiled as she listened to his voice, her hand still in his. He had always had such a beautiful voice.

Buck's house came into view. Sodapop pulled up right in front and got out of the truck before making his way around to the passenger side. He opened the door and held his hand out.

"Such a gentleman, Pepsi-Cola." (Y/N) smirked as she took his hand and hopped out of the truck. He shut the door and she started walking towards the front of the house, but froze upon realizing that he wasn't following her. She turned back towards the truck and saw he was looking down at his feet. "Soda?"

He looked up at her with a disheartened look in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

(Y/N) was immediately confused. "Soda, what?" She quickly walked back to the truck, taking a stand right in front of him. "What could you possibly be sorry for?"

Soda took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that tonight wasn't as good as it could have been. I wanted it to be perfect."

She couldn't believe her ears. Did Soda really think that the night had been anything but perfect? Had the incident with Two-Bit really affected the night that much?

"Hey," (Y/N) whispered, moving her hands to his cheeks, "tonight was perfect."

He looked at her in disbelief. "C'mon, (Y/N)... you panicked."

"Sodapop." She said, her voice suddenly full of a newfound confidence. "I'm serious. So we had a surprise visit from Two-Bit and the boys! That doesn't matter!" She took her hands away from his cheeks and grabbed his hands instead. "We have to deal with their buffoonery all the time, why should tonight be any different? Honestly, I'm just glad it wasn't Dallas." She looked to the ground. "And as for my... episode... that wasn't your fault. That is never your fault."

"I just wanted bett-"

"Nope!" She interrupted him. "It could not have gone any better, I promise."

He quirked a small smile as he looked into her eyes. "Ya really think so?"

She nodded up at him before dropping his hands and starting to make her way back to the house.

"Wait, (Y/N)." She felt his hand wrap around her wrist and gently tug at her in such a way that she spun around right into his chest, his arm sliding around her waist to make sure she didn't fall. She looked up at him in surprise, their noses just inches from each other. "I just thought of something that might make the night better."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so?"

His eyes moved from her eyes down to her mouth and back. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh, Pepsi-Cola," She said, smiling brightly, "you never have to ask to kiss me."

#sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis imagine #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #rob lowe

[dylobilysmomg]

The Outsiders Fic Recs

𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

sweet on your lips (dallas winston) (req) - @ambrozjas

be my angel - @cranberrv

“do you love me?” (hcs) - @dearsnow

you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt (dallas winston) - @jaidens

heaven (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

mercy (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

pda (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

storms (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

sweet thing (dallas winston) (req) - @quizzicalwriter

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[ambrozjas]

could you do a cuddling sodapop fanfic 🙏 need my daily night dose of my mans 😝

“you sure nobody comes out here?” you asked, looking up at sodapop. your head was position in his lap, giving you a clear view of his face as he leaned his head against the tree, careful to shake his head occasionally so as to not get any bugs in his greased hair.

“yeah, ‘m sure. why? y’ashamed of me?” he gazed down at you, pouting dramatically as he teased you. you rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side and admiring the horizon. you two were in a small clearing, sprawled out on a grassy knoll with the orangy-pink painted skies above you.

“just don’t want some stupid random little kids to pass through here.” you grumbled, eyes still glued to the view of the sunset.

“i doubt it.” was all he said before it went quiet. all the two of you could hear were the birds singing and the bustling of cars in the distance of the roads behind you.

you smiled. “ain’t the sunset gorgeous?”

sodapop didn’t follow your gaze, instead he kept his eyes locked on you as his own smile painted itself across his face.

“yeah, real gorgeous.”

your eyes glanced at soda, only to find him staring right back at you. you scoffed with amusement as you turned back to the sunset.

“you’re so cheesy, soda.”

“i’m try’na be romantic here?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ made sure to get it in before midnight for your daily dose of sodapop, pooks 🫶

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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[waxingonandoff]

morning i would say good morning but if it was a good morning sodapop curtis would be in my bed

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[cherrycocaineee]

28. Sodapop Curtis - Let’s Not Fight

* Warning - Light Smut, 18+  *

- Sodapop Curtis isn’t the type of guy to get into fights with the people he loves. Especially you. You’re his pride and joy.

- So when the two of you do fight, it’s always terrible and Soda always ends up saying things he doesn’t mean. You know he doesn’t mean them but the hurt is still there and you always end up locked away in your bedroom while he begs you to let him in. You won’t, not wanting to see his face right now. Afraid that if you did see him, you’d immediately burst into heavier tears.

- What do y’all fight about? Sandy,  his ex-girlfriend.

- Sandy came back from Florida with her love child and immediately sought out Sodapop Curtis. And while Soda explained that he was in a loving, committed relationship with you, Sandy wouldn’t take no for an answer. She’d show up at his job, stand at the counter, twirling her hair, and giggling at a few of Soda’s lame jokes. He knew they were lame but it was his sense of humor. Which is why it pissed you off so much when he continued to tell her his lame jokes. Because that’s what you had fallen in love with first when you met him.

- When you met Soda, you’d been at the park crying. You didn’t have a terrible home life and you genuinely had great friends, so why would someone like you be crying? At least, that’s what he wondered as he approached you. Turns out, you’d been cheated on and so being the good person he was, he cheered you up. His jokes were corny, cheesy, and lame. But they made you laugh so hard that your sides hurt and a small squeak left your mouth with each gasp for air.

- So to see Sodapop giving his attention, his corny jokes to someone else made you feel just as cheated on.

- Fights with Soda typically lasted two days because by then, Soda couldn’t stay away from you anymore. Therefore, he’d sneak through your window while everyone in the house was asleep.

It’s been two days, two long days since Soda’s seen your face or heard your voice. Every time he closed his eyes, he only saw you. Days felt like years and since you weren’t sitting beside him while he worked, he’d become painfully aware of Sandy’s presence. He felt like kicking himself in the ass not listening to you, Sandy was spending way too much time trying to flirt with him. Before it had been different, while he told Sandy some stupid joke, he was watching you pretend not to care that his ex-girlfriend was standing just a few feet away from him. You played with your hair, which he knew you did when you were nervous. You tapped your foot against the hard ground, the thumping sound echoing throughout the DX station, you were even fighting the urge to tear a hole through your lip with your teeth but were failing. He knew all the signs, and yet he did nothing to stop it or make it better. Instead, he got mad at you and said something that he didn’t mean, even in the slightest.

   “Even Sandy and I didn’t argue this damn much when we were together!”

  As soon as he said those words, he saw the light disappear from your already tear-filled eyes. The two of you didn’t even fight that much but he was so tired of the same topic when y’all did. Before, he figured you could ignore it and that him loving you was simply enough to make you understand he didn’t want Sandy. However, now that he sat there listening to Sandy go on and on about God knows what, he realized that what you needed was for him to show not only you, but Sandy that it wasn’t going to happen. He’d failed.

  And now for two days, you refused to answer the door, his phone calls, or even him knocking on your bedroom window. He couldn’t really see you through the currents, at least not your face, but he did see you wrapped up in a blanket faced away from him. Your hair looked unkept and he could only imagine the knots that raked through each strand. He’d give anything to hold you, tell you that you were the only girl for him, that Sandy was nothing to him and hadn’t been since the day she left.

  “Soda?”

Sodapop blinked.

   Sandy and Steve were staring at him; he had zoned out completely thinking about what to do to make it up to the girl who probably cried herself to sleep both nights.

 “What?” He muttered, his voice cold and resistant.

 “I was asking you if you’d like to accompany me at the fair tomorrow,” Sandy informed, “you and your girlfriend aren’t talking, so I doubt she’ll be by your side. What do you say?”

 Sodapop watched as Sandy batted her eyelashes cutely, trying to persuade him into forgetting about you and joining her at the fair.

 “No.”

Steve stood in the background completely immersed in his friend’s conversation with Sandy. He’d been watching the whole thing play out for weeks before the sudden burst of anger and hurt. When Soda said those awful things to you, yeah he felt bad immediately, but he felt even worse when Steve punched him in the face and told him he didn’t deserve you. And for the first time, in a long time, Soda broke down crying.

  “What?” Sandy asked, bewildered, “why?”

 “Because we aren’t together anymore, Sandy,” Sodapop hissed, “you cheated on me, remember. Had a baby with someone else; and when I still offered to stay and take care of a child that wasn’t mine, you sent me a note tellin’ me to never contact you again. So I don’t want nothin’ to do with you anymore.”

  There were tears in Sandy’s eyes but they didn’t compare to the one’s Soda seen on you.

 “If that’s how you feel,” Sandy croaked, “then I won’t come back.”

 “Good.”

A soft gasp left her lips before she stormed out of the DX station, crying her head off. Steve cleared his throat.

  “Good for you,” he stated.

 “Piss off,” Soda muttered, “I’m just tryin’ to finish the day so I can go see her.”

   “She isn’t goin’ to let you in,” Steve said, crossing his arms.

 “I’ll sneak through the window.”

  Steve had to admit, he admired Sodapop’s courage to sneak through your window in the middle of the night with her dad home.

Hours passed and it was time for the gas station to close and instead of heading straight home like Soda normally did, he made a direct line to your place. The porch light was one but it typically always was. He didn’t even need to think to find your window, he’d snuck in so many times before, he practically knew your house like the back of his hand.

  Sodapop came to a stop in front of your window, the sheer curtains still closed. You were still on the bed with the blanket wrapped around you except this time, you were sitting up staring at the television in front of you. There wasn’t anything on, just the news. Soda reached up and tapped the window quietly. You looked over and saw him, part of you wanted to jump out of bed and run to the window. To swing it open and engulf him into a warm embrace, knowing that this fight and the time away from each other was just as rough on him as it was on you. But you felt like you needed to stand your ground, Soda needed to know that he hurt your feelings in more ways than one and that you weren’t going to let that slide. So you looked away from him, turning your attention to the tv and tried to block out the sound of his tapping.

   Eventually, however, Soda got tired of tapping on the window and opened it. You never locked it, despite him telling you how dangerous it was. You loved the fresh air in the middle of the night, especially when you had just woken up. Your eyes widen as Soda pulls himself through your window and lands with a quiet, yet solid, thud on your carpeted ground. The two of you froze, waiting for the rushed sounds of feet moving from your parent’s bedroom, the hallway, and then to your bedroom. When it didn’t come, a wave of relief washed over you. Sodapop pushed himself to his feet, you did the same.

  “What are you doing here?” You hissed.

  “I needed to see you,” Soda whispered, reaching his hand out to touch your face only for you to pull away.

  “Well I don’t want to see you, so go away.”

  The blanket you had been wearing slowly slipped off your body as you walked away from him, keeping your back turned while crossing your arms. Soda wasn’t leaving though, he needed you. So while you were turned around, he wrapped his arms around your body. His head was resting on your shoulder, he could feel your hair tickle his nose as it moved. You smelled amazing too, like fresh flowers and spring.

  “Please,” he whispered, “please forgive me.”

 “Why?” You muttered, “so you can run back to Sandy and do it all over again. I can only forgive you so many times, Soda.”

  Immediately, Sodapop turned you to face him and your eyes watched in pure shock as you saw your boyfriend in tears. But despite the tears, he was smiling.

  “I know I messed up, really. But if you forgive me, I’ll make sure that you know that no one, not even Sandy, can compare to you. You are the most amazing, most beautiful, kindest, gentle woman I’ve ever known. And I don’t deserve you.”

  You smiled, a stray tear rushing down your cheek before being intercepted by Soda’s calloused finger. He hated seeing you cry.

  “What about Sandy?” You quizzed, wanting to hear the answer he had stored.

 “I sent her away,” he said, “told her I didn’t want anythin’ to do with her again. That I was happily taken.”

  You started playing with the buttons on your boyfriend’s work shirt. He was staring down at you, a smile on his face as he watched you warm up to him all over again.

  “I love you,” you said, “really, I do. And I want you to be happy but I guess I couldn’t stand the idea of you being happy without me.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Soda whispered, “I would never be happy again if I didn’t have you. I love you.”

 Leaning down, Soda caught your lips with his and moved you backwards until the back of your legs touched the bed. A soft moan escaped the both of y’all as Soda’s hands roamed your body longingly. He pulled away from you.

  “Let me make it up to you,” he hummed, “you know, for bein’ a stupid boyfriend.”

 “And how do you plan on doing that?” You asked.

 He only smiled while unbuttoning your pants and carefully pulling them down to your knees. When they were at your knees, he gently pushed you onto your bed. You wanted to tell him to stop, that your parents were in the next room but you needed this honestly. So instead, you just let it play out.

  Soda grabbed your pants and pulled them completely off, tossing them into the corner of the room where they’d sit until tomorrow morning. You were wearing a pair of pink panties with a little, white bow on the front. Very cute, very you. Soda looked up at you, his eyes watching you intently as you bit your bottom lip. He reached up and dragged his thumb along the now bleeding lip.

  “Stop,” he whispered, “don’t mark yourself up like that, you’re too pretty.”

  You nodded, mumbling a hushed “yes sir” in response. Soda hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down. Once again, he tossed them to the corner of the room, letting them join the pants. Sodapop laid you down and spreaded your legs. You shivered at the feeling of his nose touching your core. When his tongue dragged against you, your body felt heavy and hot; your legs immediately closing only to be pried back open.

  “Relax, sweet girl,” Soda muttered.

  But no matter how many breaths you took to calm yourself, you felt your heart beating harshly against your rib cage. Finally, Soda drove his tongue into you and attached his lips to your sensitive clit. You had to cover your mouth before any noise came out, not wanting to wake your parents. Saliva mixed with your juices as Soda continued to eat you out, both mixes pooling onto your bedding, soaking through the comforter and sheets. You were now laying flat on your back, your fingers tangled into Soda’s greasy hair while your back arched off the mattress. You still kept one hand over your mouth, tightly.

    Soda’s eyes watched your body move as he lapped up any of the juices that had fallen out of you. A smile graced his face as he patted himself on the back, loving the way he made you feel. And despite him just starting, Soda already knew you were close so he sped up, wanting you to catch your release.

   Taking one hand off your plushy thigh, Soda probed your entrance with his pointer finger. You whined at the new feeling, and tried to grind your hips against him so you could feel more but he pinned you down. You screwed your eyes shut as Soda’s finger slid inside of you, his tongue making small circles over your now enlarged, puffy clit. He watched you come undone; your chest heaving, your fingers now gripping the bedding as you tried desperately to keep the noises down. God, he wished he could hear your moans.

  “S-Soda,” you whined, “a-another finger, please.”

  How could he tell you no?

While sucking on your clit, Soda started pushing his middle finger into you. This time when you started moving your hips, he didn’t stop you, letting you cause enough friction that was going to send you over the edge. He was going to have you seeing stars.

  “I-I’m gonna cum,” you squeaked.

  Soda moaned against you, the vibration causing another ripple of pleasure to drown you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hands clamping against your mouth, your teeth digging into your skin as the band inside you finally snapped. And like Soda predicted, you saw stars.

  He drank up every last drop of juice you’d given him. When he was done, he pulled away and climbed onto the bed next to you. There were drops of sweat clinging to your forehead and you were panting from the lack of air in your lungs. Soda smiled at you.

  “Do you feel better, baby?” He asked, sweetly; his eyes watching you as you started to pass out from exhaustion.

  “Yes,” you whimpered, “thank you.”

 Sodapop pulled you onto the bed and dragged the covers over you. Then he removed his shirt and laid beside you.

  “Good, baby. Goodnight.”

The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally having made up with each other and being madly in love just like before. And in the morning, Sodapop wasn’t going to let you go.

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〈 dating sodapop curtis headcanons 〉

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〈 summary. what dating sodapop curtis would be like

〈 pronouns used. she/her

〈 type. reader insert

〈 genre. fluff, slight angst

〈 warning/s. fluff, vague mention of angst

〈 bullet point count. 28

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if charisma was a person, it would be sodapop. he’s the epitome of charisma and flirtation, those traits slipping out every moment possible

these traits came out especially when he’s attractive to someone. so, when he grew a huge thing for y/n, his flirtation only grew more.

it wasn’t too obvious that sodapop had a thing for y/n right off the bat. he was known to treat everyone like that, his behavior the same with every girl who breaths

so when one of y/n’s friends pointed out his potential feelings, she was a bit surprised. she’d known he was the type to flirt with most, so she didn’t realized he’d actually liked her.

however, their first date was proof enough that he did truly like her. sodapop treated y/n with the upmost respect and kindness, compassion and all.

holding the door open, pulling the chair out, walking beside the road on the sidewalk, etc etc

that respect, kindness, and compassion never burns away, either. soda keeps that energy through the entirety of his relationship with y/n, and it’s beyond appreciated

every time sodapop would open the door for y/n, it never fails to make her blush and/or giggle to him

sodapop adores cuddling. he likes having y/n in his arms, especially when they’re sleeping. he’d pull her against his chest

he doesn’t like having people touch his hair, however, he makes an exception for his girl and his girl only.

he whines about it nearly every time, though he lets her do it regardless. she even washes and styles his hair for him often

he does not mind random acts of pda. like, at all. he loves grossing his brothers out, and will even embarrass her with it

y/n tends to visit sodapop at work very often. despite being in school, she finds a way to bring him lunch every day, and will hang out there after school with him

sodapop greets her with a kiss and a hug each time

he sometimes lifts y/n up in a hug. lifting her up, twirling her around, kissing her all over. he’s built up muscle just to make sure he could lift her!

sodapop needs loads of reassurance sometimes, and won’t necessarily seek y/n out for it. however, y/n started catching on to when he needed it, and would always give him the reassurance he needs

“you’re enough, sodapop. i promise you’re enough.”

giggling kisses where he just scatters kiss against her face and lips, her neck and shoulder blades

family means a lot to him, and it means even more that y/n gets along with his. he also wishes to get along with hers

luckily, getting his family and hers to like the other wasn’t the hardest

drive in dates! picnic dates! diner dates! late night at the park! anything that the two of them could together is an ideal date, and soda makes them all amazing

sodapop is a romantic, and nothing will convince me otherwise.

y/n loves listening to sodapops laugh. so, she tries to get him to laugh any chance she gets. his laughs and giggles are the best

sodapops love language is touch, so that’s often how he shows his love to y/n. however, if her love language is something different, he can give it to her in a heart beat

anytime he comes home dirty from his job, she cleans him up before making sure he eats properly, because they both know he hadn’t eaten well those days

sodapop hates arguing. if they argue, he tears up immediately. he would hate for y/n to be upset or mad with or at him

flirting with y/n his his favorite past time. even way after their first date, he loves flirting with her and making her blush !

he will hold her hand, waist, hips, anything that is comfortable for the both of them! he just wants her touch and for her to be close

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Born too late:

Darry Curtis x reader

A/n: Inspired by the song "Born too late", & jealous reader.

I could see the way his blue eyes wondered. The way his forehead scrunched up when he was mad, the way he'd laugh before he'd smile, and the way he had this look in his eye when looking out for others. Darry always knew the right things to say and he always knew the right time to leave things alone (sometimes).

I had to admit I was jealous, but I couldn't help it. The whole "beach day" suggestion was my idea. Although I originally suggested it because of the heat and boredom everyone felt, the other half might of been the idea of a way to spend more time with Darry. But now, sitting here in my beach chair while all the boys frolic in the water (having fun for once), while a group of gorgeous women stand aside point and giggle deciding which boy they'd chose was not my idea of fun. They were fighting over the boys like they were a piece of meat, and all I did was glare and sulk in my chair. That made me mad.

Although at some moments I couldn't stand them and wanted nothing more to be alone. I loved the boys to pieces, and wished that they'd look at me like I was beautiful. Out of all the years I've known them, I havent ever recalled hearing any of the boys call me beautiful, or compliment me. I never wanted to sound desperate, but out of all the years knowing them I felt used. Deep down I knew that the boys loved me they just didnt show it they way I wanted them to, the way they show it to other girls. But who was I kidding, I'm just a puney teenage girl wishing for a moment that a boy would look at me with the eyes Soda would give Sandy (before she cheated of course).

I could see the girls getting closer. With each move of the waves they seemed to emerge out of the water and shift towards the boys more. Johnny was the first one to notice of course, seeing as he was the most observitive. He watched how the girls smiled and laughed trying to show off their figures in the sun. But Johhny just blushed brighter then the sun hoping no one would see, trying to distract himself with the water.

Pony was next, noticed the way Johnny was acting. Johnny just stopped looking at him when everyone was talking, holding his head to the water. Pony looked around wondering if anyone was watching them, but turned to my chair instead. He smiled and waved seeing as he only turned halfway and turned the other half being faced with the little entourage. Oh Sweet little Pony, first he thought the girls were making fun of the group, but it was one look at Johnny blushing that made him rethink.

Dally, Two Bit, and Soda were shortly next. After the continuous oogling of one of the girls behind from Pony, Dally soon caught on. To be honest I dont think ever think I've seen Dally without a cigarette in his hand. Even in the ocean at this moment he still had on in his hand nudging Soda and Two. Even with sitting feet away I could still see Two Bit making a lousy joke that only has Dally laughing and the rest of the boys rolling their eyes.

Soon after when Dally decided to stop talking, Soda looks at Steve then points. Soda had to be the most oblivious out of the whole group. If you had said to him dont look, he'd look. So when Soda noticed the girls looking the first thing he did was tell Steve and point, but who seemed to mind. Sodapop had the most gorgeous face I'd had ever seen, he had this movie style smile and these big blue eyes that made you want to jump right in them. He was gorgeous, no one would ever mind getting looked at by Soda.

Of course Darry was the last obivious one to find out "not caring about some teenage girls". Darry wasn't truly intrested until a women about his age, more gorgeous them Olivia Newton John herself, practically emerging herself from the sand. The wind blew in her hair so perfectly you would of thought she was being filmed for a movie. Darry practically stopped paying any mind to the boys and almost tripped over his two feet the minute he saw her.

At this point I closed my eyes, I couldn't take the heartbreak anymore. The reality knowing that Darry could never love me, never see me as anything other then a child. I simply closed my eyes trying to enjoy the sound of the waves, and the sun on my feet, but I couldn't.

I couldn't get Two Bits obnoxious voice out of my head, Dallys flirting antics, and most of all Darrys laugh. I havent heard Darry laugh in years, it practically broke me out of my chair. But there he was, my Darry laughing with another girl, go figure. A girl who was 10 times taller, prettier and older. They laughed with one another and with each move of the waves they came closer.

I came to realize that I was simply just a kid that he just looked at, nothing more then a sister. A short teenager who had no direction in life. Simply just someone born years after him, a little little kid, but still I fell in love. It was his blue eyes, the way his smile almost never showed up, the love he shared for his brothers, his hair, dedication for anything, and they way he would give the shirt of his back to anyone.

I watched as Darry and the mystery girl came closer and laughed almost as piercing as a scream. I saw the way Darry had looked at me for one second in the distance seeing if I was still in my chair, and it broke me. I was just the little girl in the chair while the older girls seemed to flirt and play.

Just as the salty water crashed closer and closer to where I sat, I couldnt help but cry. Why was I born too late?

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[positively-peachy-143]

Them with a reader who has BPD and has really bad mood swings and they say or do things that they don't mean

For example reader gets upset and maybe goes non verbal to try and have space to calm down and whatever member from the gang is tryna figure out what's wrong and reader lashes out on them

It's totally fine if it makes u uncomfortable and u don't wanna do it

GUYS I LOVE THIS OMG

Word count: 756

Characters: Sodapop Curtis, reader, mentions of Darry and Ponyboy.

Ship: Sodapop x GN!reader

TW: BPD splitting, arguing(?), no escalation just yelling, guys we bullied Soda in this one.

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You hadn't been together long, but long enough for Soda to tell when something was bothering you. He was never very good at going about comforting you, as he's a very hands-on, snuggles-fix-everything kind of partner, and you were a very leave-me-alone-or-I'll-bite-you kind of partner when you were upset.

Right now all you wanted was isolation. It was too hot, your shirt felt itchy and too tight, the ambient noise of the gang cackling in the other room was too loud, driving a spike deep into the most agitated nerve in your brain. The split came out of nowhere. You'd been fine for weeks, happy even, and now you're thrown off-kilter by what? The smallest inconvenience.

Hiding in your room was the cowardly thing to do, you knew that, but it felt like the only thing soothing your nerves was the soft plush sheets on your bed and the dark room. You felt a migraine brewing, and just as you were about to relax, try to nap maybe, tension flooded your senses when you heard your bedroom door creak open.

"Baby?" Fuck. It was Soda. You didn't turn to look at him, having been curled up, facing the wall. You could just picture that concerned look on his face, so stupid and punchable. You knew you'd feel bad for thinking about him like that, but right now you didn't have the patience.

"Go away." You grumbled, shoulders hunching to further hide your face. You hear a sigh, and for a moment you think maybe he'll grant you the relief of being alone again, but those thoughts shatter away when you feel the end of the bed sink down to accommodate his weight.

"c'mon, what's going on?" there it is again. He sounds so worried, too worried. You were fine, couldn't he see that?

"I said go away." the words are bitten out, a hiss, a warning. Only he doesn't relent, as blind and oblivious as he is. A hand finds your shoulder, gentle but startling. Consciously, you know it's Soda, but your body reacts as if a stranger had just grabbed you. You flinch away, this time turning over to glare at him.

You falter for a moment, he does too. His eyes are wide in his face, the kind of expression you'd imagined on Darry after he hit Ponyboy. Only Soda hadn't hit you, and you reacted like he had.

On top of it all he still looks so. punishingly. worried. Couldn't he just get angry? You hadn't ever seen that color on him before, but anger, a fight, is what you craved. You felt that foggy haze of aggression take over, wanting nothing more than to see him storm off in a fit of rage.

The conscious part of you would realize later that it wasn't possible for Soda to act like that. Making your next words sting all that much more.

"Are you blind?! Can't you see I don't fucking want you right now!?" you snap, voice raising. In your chest you feel anticipation building, waiting for him to fire back.

He doesn't. He blinks, startled, dejected. That venom in your words clearly hit him to his core.

"Darling, I-" He starts, a quiver teetering his voice. Before you can stop it, you step all over what he was about to say with your own attempt at starting a fight.

"I don't wanna hear it! Can you just get. out. already!?" It's almost a growl how you say it, and you can see his face fall, defeated. He almost visibly deflates as he gets to his feet. Why did you say that?

No, you know why you said it. He was being too pushy. You needed to stand your ground.

Soda mumbles an apology to you, dropping his gaze to the tattered carpet as he skittishly leaves the room, looking similar to Johnny with that kicked puppy expression.

You'd put that expression there. Your words. Your venom. As you watch him leave, there's no satisfaction in your chest at winning the argument, only overwhelming sickness. Tasting bile in your throat, the silence settling on you like a thousand eyes judging you.

What had you done?

Soda meant no wrong, you knew that. Why did you get SO angry with him?

He was overstepping. A small part of you hisses, a part you'd trained to defend you. But you know, in your core, even if you wouldn't admit it, that Soda wasn't the problem here.

How on Earth were you going to fix this?

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aaaaaaaaa guys first rec tell me how I did!! I really loved writing this one guys, would love feedback! (pos and neg!!)

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[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Through Their Eyes: Sodapop Curtis Edition

Summary: Your relationship with Soda from the gangs perspective

A/N: It has been way too long since I’ve last written something... (due to writers block and covid...) But I am very glad to get back into writing now :)

 Also, I know someone request one of these for Darry, but my brain derailed itself lol. I will get that one done soon though.

If you would like to make a request take a look at (this post) for all of the characters I am currently writing for.

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Dally didn’t have too much of an opinion on the pair of you. He thought you were cool, but nothing too jarring or shocking came to mind when he thought of you. He knew he wasn’t exactly the smarter when it came to love either, so he didn’t think he had too much of a place to try and place judgement on the two of you. He didn’t meddle or hang around with the two of you much, but he could tolerate you.

He wasn’t exactly the most... polite with new people he met. So  him tolerating you is a pretty good step for him.

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It wasn’t that Darry didn’t want to like you; it was just that he knew how Soda worked. Soda has a pretty big heart, one that doesn’t always lead him to the most... reliable partners. He fell in love too quickly and part of Darry thought Soda didn’t really understand what love was at all. He rushed into things and moved so quickly that he sometimes blinded himself to the glaring red flags that were coming his way. So sure, Darry may have liked you, but trusting you was a bit harder for him to do. It wasn’t until one night that you had talked with him did he finally start to have a little faith in you.

Everyone had gone outside, giving the usually loud and lively house a moment of silence. Darry had hung back inside, trying to get the house back into a somewhat clean state, so he wouldn’t have as much to do when he woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning.

That’s when you struck...

He was at the sink, trying to finish cleaning the mountain of dishes that had accumulated after dinner. When suddenly, you popped up out of the corner of his eye, a towel was gripping in your hand.

“I’ll dry.” You muttered casually. 

Darry wasn’t going to reject your offer. He didn’t really feel like doing even more work today. 

You didn’t really say much for a bit. The both of you merely stood in a surprisingly comfortable silence.

But that silence didn’t last long.

“I know you’re trying pretty hard to be nice to me and don’t think I don’t appreciate your efforts in doing so.” You started, taking Darry aback. “But I know you don’t trust me.”

He didn’t know what to say at first. Your bluntness was pretty surprising to him.

“I think we both know him pretty well, he wears his heart on his sleeve-”

“I know he does and I know people in past haven’t exactly been the most loyal to him. Or haven’t felt as strongly as he did, he’s told me thing from before.” You interjected carefully.

“Exactly.” Darry replied.

“But I admire how open he is... especially when he’s grown up in a place where you can be pressured to be nothing but a emotionless, cool, hardass.” You spoke with hesitation. “I’m not going to be another reason for him to become something like that. I’m not that kind of person to take advantage of somebody like that.”

Darry looked over at you, as much as you were trying to convince him that you could be trusted. He couldn’t shake the skepticism he felt as you spoke...

“I’ve heard this before.”

“Look, I can’t promise that we’re going to be together forever but... if things were to end it wouldn’t be because of cheating or anything like that.” You promised.

Darry didn’t say anything. He instead opted to soak in your words a bit more.

“I’m not them, all I’m asking you to do is not put someone else’s past mistakes onto someone you don’t even know that well.” You stated confidently.

And with that, you walked off, leaving Darry to stew in his thoughts.

Maybe he could give you a bit more of a chance than he had before...

~~~ Steve was happy for his friend. Seeing him so content with somebody was great to see after past instances. He thought you were pretty cool, somebody he could get along with easily. But, one moment that had happened stuck out most in his mind...

The day was winding down and you had been waiting for Soda to get off work. Soda was in the back, restocking supplies they would need for the next rush of cars tomorrow while Steve was stuck at the counter. For a moment, just a brief moment, he thought the day would’ve ended calmly for once. But of course, a day couldn’t go by in Tusla that someone didn’t cause trouble. A random soc had walked in, with, of course, a whole group of them stacked in the back of their signature mustangs. It didn’t really phase Steve. It was something Soda and him dealt with on a regular basis. But you weren’t going to let them off the hook as easily as he and Soda would.

The soc didn’t say anything at first; he just stared at a random cooler trying to be inconspicuous. But he failed miserably; Steve was always on edge around socs... something about them would always set him off. It didn’t take long for the tall soc to begin his leering.

“Say,” The soc sneered, setting his beady eyes on you. “I’ve seen you around with that pretty b-”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” You interrupted tensely. 

“I just don’t get-”

“Why someone like me would end up with a greaser like that?” You interrupted again, you clearly didn’t want to give this boy anytime of day.

The soc began to look annoyed, clearly not liking the fact that you kept interrupting him.

“Look, I’ve heard these some words uttered to me for what feel like a million times before.” You got up from where you were sitting, approaching the boy without an ounce of hesitation. ”And honestly, I think you need to come up with some new material.”

“Excuse-”

“And you really need to stop drinking because your achohol stained breath is just as intolerable to me as your basic and completely replicated personality.” You interjected casually.

The soc clenched his jaw, shuffling in place slightly. “You’re gonna-”

“Pay for this, yeah sure I am...” You started skeptically. “Look, you should leave now and save yourself any further embarrasment because your pathetic attempts at intimidating me aren’t going to work. And I suggest you keep your mouth shut about that “pretty boy” because he is more of a man than you will ever be.” You added strongly.

“Man... forget this!” The soc hissed, spinning around angrily on his heels and marching out the door.

You watched the boy, making sure he actually left before you let your guard down. You turned around after a bit to be greeted with the sight of a slightly dumbfounded Steve.

“What?’ You asked humorously, chuckling after you spoke.

“Nothing.” Steve muttered casually, trying to seem cool and collected.

You definitely earn some bonus points from him that day... 

~~~

Ponyboy was subjected to tangents upon tangents about you. He could tell Soda felt deeply for you. Hell, he thought anyone could see how much he loved you. But, something about the way he talked about you felt different... it was strange to him. Mostly because he couldn’t really pinpoint what was so different about you two, it was a mystery, an enigma of sorts. You two just meshed well; your differences never slighted your guy’s opinion on each other in the slightest. You two were understanding with each other, patient too... maybe it was that you treated Soda like, well, a human being. You were with him for more than his looks, and you always seemed to listen to whatever he would ramble about or find interesting to him. You didn’t slight him, or keep him confined in a box of nothing but vanity.

Eventually, Pony came to the conclusion that your relationship was fueled by a factor that was lacking in his previous relationships.

Respect...

~~~

Two-Bit could see the tell tale signs that Soda was in love from a mile away. His soft smiles and lovesick expressions, his more lively energy, and most notably... the almost longing looks he would make at any door, waiting for the moment where you’d come through. Soda was never subtle about his emotions, and the love he felt for somebody was no expectation of how open he was. Two-Bit would never pass up the opportunity to dog on him. He'd tease him any chance he got. But Soda usually never minded the light-hearted jabs that were thrown his way.

~~~ Johnny could just feel how much you admired one another. He was observant, and he was more keen on other people’s emotions than he really let on. You or him could do the littlest things and the other was bound to crack a smile. If he could describe the connection you two had, it would be bold, at points intense. Soda could be intense with his emotions at points, there was no denying that. But unlike others before, you didn’t really find that to be intimidating. You just accepted that that’s how Soda was. It wasn’t jarring or shocking; it was just... an aspect of your relationship. One that you didn’t shun away or try to deny. 

If Johnny could find someway to describe the two of you, it would simply be one thing...

Genuine. 

~~~

I know I’m rusty and this may not be the best lol. I gotta get back into the swing of writing things again.

#The Outsiders #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #Sodapop Curtis #sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop curtis fanfiction #sodapop curtis oneshot #sodapop curtis x reader #the outsiders x reader #Two-Bit Mathews #Ponyboy Curtis #Darry Curtis #Dallas Winston #Steve Randle #Johnny Cade

[notsoimagines]

Zodiac Series II Sodapop Curtis

Birthday: October 8 Sun: Libra Moon: Aquarius Venus: Scorpio Element: Air Traits: Charming, beautiful, well-balanced. Enemy: Capricorn and Cancer Love: Gemini and Aquarius

[Natal Chart Source]

Libra's are generally sociable and do not like rocking the boat. Represented by the scales, they see both sides of almost any situation. Always looking to seek balance. [Would explain how he's between Darry and Ponyboy.]

Also this would explain how Pony explains him as basically ignoring the Soc's and lives life to the fullest and tries to be happy anyways. That is his coping mechanism with them and maybe even life in general.

With moon in Aquarius, he tends to make a great friend. Always looking for a laugh. They are also a loyal friend, flightiness isn't their cup of tea. But tread lightly, moon in Aquarius also means they are very prideful people.

He is also very sociable. Able to make friends, which would explain why he's popular, even if it is just with the ladies.

Soda's Venus in Scorpio attracts many other by not only only his intensity but willingness to commit. Feelings tend to run deep within him.

I think he needs someone not that can tame him but understand him and keep up with him.

His Libra Sun is what initially gets people's attention, but I feel like that Scorpio Venus really reels them in.

A very dedicated lover, with a sole focus on his partner, not surprised why he was so upset when Sandy left. He not only wasn't ready to let go, but with optimism on his Libra side, would've found a way for them to work.

The flip side with Venus in Scorpio, he can be possessive of his partner, boarding on controlling. It is because his feelings run so intense.

When upset he is known to give one hell of a mean stare or blow up with anger. Which might be when after Sandy left and Pony and Darry got into it, he exploded then ran.

Scorpio side made him explode but the Libra in him doesn't like conflict.

" He knows how to listen or, at least, how to give that impression to make others feel heard." Pony is always going to him to listen to him rant about Darry, and Darry probably does the same about Pony, this can be hard for Soda because it constantly puts him in the middle of his brothers.

#the outsiders #zodiac series #astrology #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis imagine

[2knightt]

GIGGLES AND KICKS MY FEET!! Can you do 🌷 With the song 'Its been a long, long time' By Kitty Kallen for Sodapop or Johnny? TYSMSM AND P.S I LUV UR WRITING SM!! ALSO IVE NEVER REQUESTED SMTH BEFORE SO I HOPE I DID IT RIGHT 😇

MWAH MWAH!! u are such a doll!!! i luv u sosososo much!!! i seen this prompt and my head went to the avengers and then to slow dancing with sodapop after he comes back from war…so…

you cannot count the days and nights you were left alone. the nights you were left with only your tears in the room you and him once shared.

you could only pray through sobs he’d come back. even if he hadn’t been home in a long, long time.

it was another bland day at home. you stared off at the tv, cigarette in between your fingers. you took a drag of it before a knock was at your door.

you sighed, putting the cigarette out on the ashtray beside you as you got up. when you opened the door, you just stood there.

you always dreamed about this day, yeah. but you never thought it’d actually happen. your boyfriend, sodapop curtis, stood in front of you with the same exact stupid grin you remembered.

he laughed before picking you up, arms around your waist as he rambled about how much he missed you.

once he placed you down, kissing the top of your head, you couldn’t help but hug him. with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips—he started swaying back and forth.

with the tv playing some lovey dovey song, tears in your eyes, and sodapop still going on about how much he missed you—it felt like you were the only person ever.

“i missed you so much. kept a photo of you, y’know? put it in my hat everyday n’ every night i’d look at it. wish i wrote to you more. ‘m sorry. i’ll never leave you like that again—promise.”

#leo’s extra special event! ‧₊˚ ✩ #if one person tells me to write a fic about this i will #i’m so srs rn #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis imagine #sodapop curtis blurb

[fanficsloth]

Hi my inbox is open to imagines I’ll make a list of people I love to write about. <3

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson 

Castiel 

Sodapop 

Dean Winchester 

Jack Kline  

#imagines #fanfics #one shots #steve harrington #eddie munson #castiel #Sodapop Curtis #dean winchester #jack kline #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #castiel imagine #sodapop curtis imagine #dean winchester imagine

[dearsnow]

Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

//

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

//

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

//

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

//

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

#solar eclipse. #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders dally #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy imagine #dallas winston x y/n #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #darrel curtis #the orange peel theory

[callme-holly]

could you maybe please do some scenarios for (y/n) comforting sodapop, Dallas, ponyboy, and Johnny if you want please. also could you please make the reader fem please and thank you

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 [𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞.]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - im a little behind on requets but im getting there! i've got my final exam of this week tomorrow and then i'll be a lot speedier, i promise. asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of fighting, getting jumped and small injury detail

Dallas Winston -  The room is quiet as you card your fingers through Dallas’ hair, the greaser’s head resting against your thigh. His eyes are closed, and there's a nasty bruise blossoming on his cheekbone, accompanied by a few bloodied scrapes that he refuses to let you clean. There’s dried blood crusted beneath his nose, which you wipe away gently with the pad of your thumb, humming softly under your breath as he breathes out a low, soft groan.  “You alright?” Your tone is barely above a whisper as you tug at the ends of his mussy locks, pushing them back from his face. He blinks once or twice, his eyelashes fanning against his cheeks, and his expression is a little less pained than it was just minutes ago.  “Yeah,” he murmurs after a moment, “fine.” He shifts a little bit so that his head is now more firmly planted upon your lap, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in a half embrace. You reach down between the two of you and retrieve the ice pack that is sitting forgotten beside you, pressing it against his swollen cheek once more.  He makes a disgruntled noise but doesn't open his eyes again.  “Sorry 'bout this.” His voice is rough, strained from the exertion: “Y' shouldn't have to take care of me all the damn time.” The words fall heavy between the two of you as he speaks, and you smile softly, shaking your head. “It ain't too much trouble, really.” You rub small circles against his bicep, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “And besides...” your voice drops to an almost conspiratorial murmur, “I like taking care of you. It makes me feel better when I know you're not lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”  He gives you a lopsided grin at that, eyes still closed. “You've got so much faith in me, doll.”  Your smile widens, feeling something twist inside of you. You take his hand, squeezing it gently before pressing a quick kiss to his busted-up knuckles. “Whatever.” 

Sodapop Curtis -  A small sigh leaves your lips as Soda buries his face in your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your middle, tears cascading down his cheeks as he struggles for air.  It pains you to see him like this, his usual bright smile replaced with a look of pure anguish, silent sobs racking his body. You rub slow circles against his back, mumbling soft words of reassurance into his ear as he clings to your shirt. “I don’t understand,” he gasps, his voice thick with emotion. “Why can't they just get along? They never used to be like this. A shudder runs through him, and you tighten your hold on him, rocking him a bit back and forth as he cries. “Shh, Soda, hey, you need to breathe,” you murmur soothingly, combing your fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.” You press a soft kiss to the top of his head, hushing him quietly as his cries gradually abate.  “I just want them to get along.” Soda whispers brokenly, burying his face against your collarbones. “I'm tired of being made to pick sides. I don't wanna be in the middle all the time.” You hum sympathetically, shifting slightly so that you can wrap both arms around him and pull him as close as physically possible. Soda melts into your touch, relaxing fully against you. You can tell he's exhausted, both emotionally and physically.  "I hate it.” He sounds miserable. “All they do is yell at each other. Darry is way too hard on Pony, and Pony's trying his hardest, but he can only take so much–" Soda stops abruptly, his breath hitched in his throat as another sob tears from him, wracking his body. His grip tightens around your middle and your heart clenches painfully at the sight.  “I just want things to go back to normal.” You give a slow nod, closing your eyes. “I know, I know. It'll be okay.” You press another gentle kiss to his temple and run your hands slowly up and down his spine, trying to offer as much comfort as you can. He relaxes under your touch, melting further into you as he tries to take deep, steady breaths, struggling to control himself.  You tilt his chin up so that he's looking at you once more, running your thumb over his cheek. “I love you, you know” “Mm,” he hums, blinking rapidly to rid his vision of the last remnants of tears. His eyes meet yours, and even though his gaze is glassy and filled with sadness and pain, his expression is soft and tender. “Love you too.”

Ponyboy Curtis -  You're sitting in the lot, your jacket pulled tightly around you, when you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You stiffen and turn sharply, expecting to see a group of drunken socs or the odd greaser looking for trouble, only to come face to face with none other than Ponyboy Curtis. He has tears streaming down his cheeks, his hair mused as he all but throws himself at you, shoulders shaking and chest heaving. You don’t speak a word as you pull him into your arms, rubbing your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to calm him. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, one fist clutching the front of your sweater as tight as possible, the other hanging uselessly by his side. For several moments, he sits in silence, letting you hold him while he finally manages to collect himself. Then he pulls back, wiping furiously at his face. “Sorry…” You don’t miss the way he averts his gaze from you as he speaks, refusing to make eye contact. “Didn't mean to bother you; I just—”  You shake your head, interrupting him. “There’s no reason for you to apologise.” You pause, considering for a long moment before continuing. “What's up?”  He exhales shakily, then hesitantly meets your gaze again. “I—Darry yelled at me again. He got real mad this time.” His voice cracks, and you pull him close once more. You know Darry’s been harder on him as of late, expecting too much of a boy Pony’s age. You know he means well, but you also know the toll it’s been taking on the younger Curtis brother and how difficult these past few weeks have been for him.  “Sometimes I don't think Darry likes me very much.” You can hear the vulnerability in his tone, unable to miss how broken he appears. He's not crying anymore; if anything, he looks a little embarrassed and ashamed. You frown, brushing his damp bangs from his forehead. “Don't be ridiculous.” Your tone is firm, determined to keep him from ever getting caught up in that dark spiral. “He cares about you a whole lot.” “He's got a funny way of showin' it.” Pony grumbles softly, and you can't help but laugh at his bluntness, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “I wish he'd be nicer. I really don't like all the fighting we do.” “I know. But it'll get easier.” You look down at him. “If you want, I can go talk some sense into him.” That earns you a smile as Ponyboy nods, squeezing you a little tighter. “Good luck. I doubt he’ll listen.” You press a quick kiss to his forehead, smiling softly. “I’ll try my best.”

Johnny Cade -  Arms circle around your waist, gripping onto you tightly as you comb your fingers through his tangled, and still heavily greased, hair. Johnny’s head rests in your lap, eyes squeezed shut as he tries desperately to fall into some sort of relaxed state, but he just can't seem to find the will within himself to do so. You watch him silently, running a finger absently along his jawline, taking in the bruises and cuts littering his face and arms. He looks worn thin and broken; his cheeks are tear-stained and hollowed by exhaustion. His breathing remains unsteady and uneven, his skin pale, and you can't help but reach out and brush the pad of your thumb across the faint lines beneath his eyes, your brow furrowing deeply. He flinches slightly but doesn’t open his eyes, his breath hitching. “Sorry,” You whisper, going back to smoothing your hand over his hair. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”  Johnny lets out a soft sigh, leaning his forehead against your stomach. “S' okay…” He shifts a little closer to you, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “...just glad yer here.” You bite your lower lip, tracing patterns into the back of his hand with your thumb, pressing soft kisses against his forehead as you let him snuggle closer, relishing in the simple closeness of it all. It eases your nerves knowing he's safe with you and calms the storm raging inside of you. Your mind wanders back to earlier, the images of him lying, half-dead, in that field flashing unbidden through your mind.   It takes a lot to make Johnny Cade cry, but the second you had knelt down beside him and pulled him into your arms while the gang huddled about you, his composure had completely crumbled. Sobs had wracked his body, shaking his entire frame, and you could do nothing but hold him until he had finally calmed down. And now, here he was, curled up into your embrace, clinging to you like a lifeline. Every little noise made him jump, every sudden movement made his muscles tense, and your heart ached for him. You wanted so badly to make everything better, but there was nothing you could do. All you could do was stay there, holding him as he cried, wishing that there was something you could do besides sit by and whisper softly to him. But, you know, right now, just you being there is enough for him.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis imagine #dallas winston imagine #johnny cade imagine #sodapop x reader #dally x reader #ponyboy x reader #the outsiders imagine

[waxingonandoff]

The outsiders x a reader that is taller+ stronger than them?

|| the outsiders reacting to a tall strong reader ||

darry curtis:

doesn’t mind at all that ur tall!

he honestly loves that ur tall, thinks that it’s the prettiest thing ever

loves having a gf that’s his height.

darry’s a giant so obvi when he met u he got so excited.

it was so hard to find a girl that didn’t look like an ant compared to him LOL

he loves giving u forhead kisses, especially because he doesn’t have to break his back to do so LMAO

also doesn’t mind that ur strong

he loves cause you can do things for yourself, and offer to help him with stuff time to time.

loves to hug u from behind. his favorite thing ever.

overall loves you the way you are. 🫶🏻

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dallas winston:

Dallas winston has the biggest ego ever, especially about his height. 

so when he saw you for the first time, his ego was a lil bruised lol.

even tho you’re only 3 inches taller then him, he still got aggervated.

would literally roll his eyes when he saw you, THATS HOW INTIMIDATED HE WAS.

the guys would tease him so much about it.

“aw, whats wrong dally? you made cus’ y/n’s taller than you? don’t go cryin’ now.” “shut the fuck up randle.”

learns to love you for it tho.

tbh dally definitely makes those shitty tall jokes

like, how’s the weather up there?, giraffe, jolly green giant.

loves when you cuddle.

he will literally slip into your arms and knock out in two seconds.

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sodapop curtis:

thinks your height is absolutely beautiful!!

he doesn’t mind at ALL that ur tall.

he loves forhead kisses.

literally has his arm wrapped around ur waist 24/7.

LOVES to hug/cuddle, literally loves them.

soda is clingy so obviously he’s gonna be be ur side 24/7

also dosent mind that you’re strong

you’re his little partner at the dx, no matter what it is he’ll ask u to help him

and when u get insecure about ur height, he will shut it down immediately

“y/n, there’s no reason to be sad about being tall. you’re height is beautiful and so are you.” *kisses ur cheek*

cutie 🥹

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steve randle:

he was definitely intimidated by ur height, especially cus he’s a short king.

wouldn’t show it like dallas, but definitely got aggervated by it sometimes.

but he honestly never tried to make you feel bad or make jokes or anything, steve wouldn’t do that to his girl.🫶🏻

you definitely ruffle his hair to get him mad

“hi steve!” *ruffled hair* “aw that ain’t funny man, stop fuckin up my hair.”

he doesn’t mind that you’re strong tho.

honestly loves it

he loves to help you out with shit even tho ur strong, he’ll just do it to show off lol

he’ll definitely vent abt not being as tall as the other boys to you, he gets insecure a lot.

“steve hon, just cause you’re not as tall as everyone else doesn’t mean a thing. you’re still a very good man, and very handsome too.” *kisses his cheek*

LOVESSSS when u kiss his neck.

he will melt when you wrap ur arms around him and kiss his neck n collerbones.

UGH i love steve.🫶🏻

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johnny cade:

honestly johnny would not care about height or strength, just wants a loving relationship.

sometimes he’ll blush a lil when u wrap ur arms around him, or kiss his forehead lol

loves holding onto u.

this boy will hold onto ur hand, or arm for dead life. no matter where you are.

thinks you’re beautiful and amazing the way u are.

thinks it’s funny how much people get intimidated by u LOL

only thing he gets insecure about is that he feels he can’t protect himself, and he thinks that he’s weak compared to you.

but u constantly reassure him that it’s definitely not like that, and that he’s not weak and that u love him for him.🫶🏻

loves when you run ur hands threw his hair for sure.

loves hugging as well.

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two bit matthews:

isn’t too bothered about it

definitely wishes he was taller then you, but doesn’t let it get to him too much.

always asks for piggy back rides cause he’s mentally 9

thinks it’s the funniest thing to make a tall joke

his jokes are already corny so imagine what the tall ones would be.

loves that ur strong.

he always invites u to rumbles to help the gang out. thinks it’s so hot cause u can defend urself without a man’s help. LOL

if anyone says shit abt ur height he’s getting on their ass bro

he will NOT tolerate y/n slander.

pulling that switch blade out SO MF QUICK.

loves you and ur height so much.

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ponyboy curtis:

definitely pressed the first couple times he saw u.

pony is scrawny and short for his age, so when he saw that you were 5 inches taller and stronger then him, he lost his shit ngl.

pony tries so very to be macho, so obvi he’s not gonna show how he feels. but it boiled on the inside for a good week LMFAO

ur height grows on him and he definitely ignores it after a while

so when ppl bring up ur height he’s kinda like “tf u talkin bout bro” then remembers ur tall and is like OOHH

but he won’t let anyone talk shit about u

especially socs

“what’s up with that broad y/n?, she’s taller then half those bums.” “why does it bother you any,? you mad a girl is taller than you? sounds pretty sad to me man.”

HAHAHA

but srsly pony grows to luv ur height

and the forhead kisses u give him heheh 🤭

A/N: okay guys this wasn’t that good but again this is my second time writing ff aND i’m on vacay rn so it’s kinda hard to write rn but hope u enjoy!

#the outsiders imagines #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders headcanons #johnny cade imagine #ponyboy curtis imagine #sodapop curtis imagine #darry curtis imagine #dallas winston imagine #steve randle imagine #two bit matthews x reader #stay gold ponyboy