omg hi i did the sodapop x soc request, tysm!!! im so excited for part 2 and it would be cool to read about her meeting the gang. idk if this is before or after the book events, but like her meeting all of them and the gang being a little skeptical bc they are like anti-soc you know? you are such an amazing writer!!
Sodapop curtis x Soc! Reader
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Sodapop x soc! Reader
Fem! Reader
Last part!
Not like them
Soda was nervous.
Like, really nervous.
He leaned against the porch railing of the Curtis house, running a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time. Ponyboy noticed immediately.
"You're pacing," Pony said, narrowing his eyes. "You only do that when you’re about to do something dumb."
Soda shot him a look. "It ain't dumb."
Darry stepped out from the doorway, arms crossed. "Then what is it?"
Soda hesitated. "…I'm bringing her over."
There was a pause.
Two-Bit let out a low whistle. "You mean the girl? The Soc?"
Dally, slouched in a chair nearby scoffed. "This oughta be good.
"Soda's jaw tightened just a little. "She's not like that."
Darry didn't look convinced. "Soda-"
"She's not," Soda repeated, firmer this time.
Before anyone could argue, you were already walking up the path.
And suddenly, every eye was on you.
You felt it immediately, the shift in the air, the tension. The way their expressions hardened just slightly, like you’d stepped somewhere you weren’t supposed to be.
“Uh… hi,” you said softly, offering a small smile.
No one smiled back.
Two-Bit leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "You lost, princess?"
Your smile faltered. "No, I..Soda invited me."
Dally let out a dry laugh. "Course he did."
Ponyboy didn't say anything, but he looked uncomfortable, glancing between you and Soda.
Soda stepped forward quickly, his voice gentle. "Hey, it’s okay." He reached for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Guys, this is-"
"We know what she is" Dally cut in.
The words hit harder than you expected.
Soda's grip on your hand tightened. "Knock it off."
Darry stepped in then, not as harsh, but still guarded. "Look…nothing personal. It's just how things are."
You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "I get it."
But your voice came out quieter than you meant it to.
Soda noticed. Of course he did.
"Hey," he murmured turning to you, his tone soft again. "C'mon."
He led you away from the porch, down the steps and toward the street, not even looking back.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The sound of your footsteps filled the silence.
"I'm sorry," Soda said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. "They just… they don’t know you yet."
You shook your head, forcing a small smile. "It's okay. I mean…I am a Soc."
He stopped walking.
"No," he said, turning to face you. His eyes were steady, serious in a way you didn’t see often. "You're you. That’s it."
Your chest tightened a little. "They don't see it that way."
"I do."
The words were simple, but they hit deeper than anything else.
You looked down, then back up at him. "You shouldn't have to choose, Soda."
"I'm not choosing," he said immediately. "I just… want them to see what I see."
"And if they don't?"
He smiled then, soft, a little crooked, but still so warm it made your heart ache. "Then they're missing out."
You let out a quiet laugh, stepping closer. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"Yeah," he grinned. "I've been told."
For a moment, everything felt okay again.
Then you heard footsteps behind you.
"Hey!"
You both turned. Ponyboy was jogging up, slightly out of breath.
"Look," he said, glancing at you, then at Soda. "They're…they're just being stupid. Not all of us think like that."
You blinked, a little surprised. "Really?"
He shrugged awkwardly. "I mean… I don’t know you yet. But…you don't seem so bad."
Soda laughed. "Wow, Pony, what a glowing review."
Pony rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
You smiled, the tension easing just a little.
Back on the porch, Two-Bit was watching, nudging Dally. "Told you she’d stick around."
Dally didn't respond, but he wasn't laughing anymore either.
Darry sighed, rubbing his face. "We'll see."
Down the street, Soda reached for your hand again, lacing your fingers together.
"Give 'em time," he said softly.
You squeezed his hand. "Only because you asked."
He grinned, leaning in just a little closer. "Good. 'Cause I'm kinda planning on keeping you around."
Your heart did that little flip again.
"Yeah?" you teased.
"Yeah," he said bumping your shoulder lightly. "You're worth it."
Soda didn't look back when he took your hand and led you away.
The voices from the porch faded behind you, muttering, a quiet scoff, the creak of the wooden steps but none of it mattered as much as the way your chest felt tight.
You hadn't expected it to hurt.
But it did.
The two of you walked in silence for a while, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles like he was trying to ground you.
"I'm sorry" Soda said again, softer this time.
You shook your head, though your voice came out small. "You don't have to keep apologizing."
"Yeah, I do.." he muttered. "They shouldn't've done that."
You glanced at him. "They don't know me."
"That ain't an excuse." His jaw tightened just slightly. "You didn't do nothin' to them."
You didn't respond right away. Instead, you focused on the sound of your footsteps the way the sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, painting everything gold.
"I just…wanted them to like me," you admitted quietly.
Soda stopped walking.
That made you stop too.
He turned to you, eyes softer now something almost protective in them. "Hey," he said gently, lifting your chin just enough so you had to look at him. "You don't gotta prove anything to them."
You swallowed. "It just would've been nice."
His expression softened even more.
"…Yeah," he said quietly. "I know."
For a second, neither of you spoke. Then suddenly..
Soda clapped his hands once, like he was making a decision.
"Okay, new plan."
You blinked. "What?"
He grinned, and just like that the heaviness lifted a little. "I had this whole date planned anyway. Was gonna introduce you and then do it, but…" he shrugged, lacing your fingers together again, "guess it’s just us now."
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "A date?"
"Oh yeah," he said, puffing up slightly. "A real one. Sodapop Curtis special."
You laughed softly. "I'm a little scared."
"You should be," he teased. "I got a reputation."
"Of what?"
"Being amazing."
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now.
First stop was the DX station.
It wasn’t fancy..far from it, but Soda lit up the second you got there, hopping behind the counter like it was his stage.
"Welcome," he said dramatically, grabbing a paper bag, "to the finest dining establishment in Tulsa."
You giggled, leaning against the counter. "Wow. I'm honored."
"Yeah, yeah.. don't get used to it." He winked, tossing in snacks. Candy, chips, a soda bottle. "On the house. Don't tell Steve."
"Your secret's safe with me."
He leaned closer over the counter, lowering his voice playfully. "Good...'Cause I could get fired."
You raised an eyebrow. "You're still giving me the snacks."
He grinned. "Worth it."
Next, he took you walking.
Not anywhere special, just down the streets..past houses and empty lots, the warm air brushing against your skin. But somehow, with him beside you, it felt different.
Lighter.
At one point, he kicked a loose rock down the sidewalk glancing at you. "You still okay?"
You nodded. "Yeah...Better."
He studied your face for a second, like he was making sure. Then he smiled, softer this time.
L"Good." he said. "Was worried I messed up your whole day."
"You didn't," you said quickly. Then, quieter, "Actually…this is kinda my favorite part."
His grin came back, slower but brighter. “"eah?"
"Yeah."
By the time you reached the park, the sky had turned that soft pink-orange color again.
Soda dropped down onto the grass, pulling you with him. “Ta-da,” he said, gesturing around. “Nature.”
You laughed, sitting beside him. “You really went all out.”
“I know, I know. Hard to compete with this level of romance.”
You bumped his shoulder. “Shut up.”
For a while, you just sat there. Talking about random things—your old school, his brothers, dumb little stories that didn’t matter but somehow meant everything.
At one point, you leaned back on your hands, looking up at the sky. “It’s really pretty here.”
Soda glanced at you instead of the sky.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is.”
You turned your head, catching him staring. "What?"
"Nothin,'" he said quickly, but he was smiling.
"You're such a liar."
"Only sometimes."
As the sun dipped lower, the air cooled just a little.
Soda shifted closer your shoulders brushing. Then, slowly, like he was giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached for your hand again.
You didn't pull away.
Instead, you intertwined your fingers with his.
He let out a small breath, almost like relief
"You know" he said after a moment, voice quieter now, "they'll come around."
"Maybe," you said.
"And if they don't…" he shrugged, squeezing your hand, "…I still got you."
You smiled softly. "And I’ve got you."
He turned to you then really looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world.
"You're not like them," he said. "You never were."
Your heart did that familiar little flip. "And you’re not like what everyone says either."
He grinned slightly. "Good."
There was a pause.
Then..
"Can I kiss you?.." he asked, suddenly a little shy.
It caught you off guard, but it made your smile grow.
"Yeah," you said softly.
He leaned in, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to mess it up. His hand tightened slightly around yours as his lips brushed against yours. Soft, warm, a little hesitant at first, then just right.
When he pulled back, he was smiling.
"Yeah," he said under his breath. "Definitely worth it."
You laughed quietly, leaning your forehead against his.
"Best date ever?" he asked.
You smiled. "Best date ever."
And for a few hours, away from labels and expectations and everything that tried to pull you apart.
It was just you and him.
And that was enough.