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Masterlist
Started: 8/27/19
Last Update: 5/18/20
Total Works: 5
The Dolan Twins
G: Stranger To Me Now
G/E: Wrong Boy
The Outsiders
Somebody Else: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
Darry Imagine (walking you home)
I Know What You Did Last Summer: Part 1, Part 2
Johnny and Ponyboy Were in Love (a collection of evidence)
One thing I noticed upon rewatching for the millionth time...Ponyboy runs into the burning church with no hesitation. Johnny hesitates just for a second, but follows Ponyboy. I’m not saying Johnny wouldn’t have gone in without Pony doing so first, but it just made me realize, Johnny would follow Ponyboy anywhere, even if it puts him in harms way. Whether you believe they were romantically in love or it was platonic...that’s a whole other kind of love, and that hurts </3
Ponyboy and Johnny Were in Love (a collection of evidence)
Hey guys, sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, I’ve been going through a lot. However, my friends and I were having a “Slideshow Night” (as seen on tik tok) and I of course decided to do mine about how Ponyboy and Johnny were in love. I decided to post the link here if anyone is interested. And remember, LOVE IS LOVE IS LOVE IS LOVE! Even if you don’t agree they were in love, please keep all commentary positive, any hate will be blocked <3 This account is a safe space! No homophobia will ever be tolerated.
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1-IEfVp7TKgCIyEG4suCmHZ72a_3A5TAdu0O1h7E8K5E/edit?usp=sharing
Happy shipping!
Someone: I could see Johnny and Dally dating
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rip dallas “fuck the police” winston, always in our hearts
Glad to see your back, I was wondering if requests are open. I have a few adorable little ideas.
Yes! I am taking requests at this time <3
An Update
Hey guys! I’m almost finished with part 3 of IKWYDLS, but I’ve had some set backs due to tumblr basically deciding my account contains “sensitive content.” I’m really frustrated especially because none of my posts contain anything graphic, besides a few curse words here and there and solely *implied* smut. I will be updating my masterlist since all the links there have been changed due to my username change. I will be trying to work these issues out and hopefully part 3 will be posted within the next few days, thanks for sticking by me, I love you all.
I Know What You Did Last Summer Part 2 (Sodapop Curtis x Reader, Dallas Winston x Reader)
Authors Note: I can’t believe I disappeared so long after posting the first part, I’m so sorry, I have so much motivation to write now and the next part might even be up in the next few days. Again, I’m so sorry for the wait but I hope you like it. I love the concept for this series, (as you can tell I really like love triangles) and I hope you guys do to! Also, might change my username soon, but I’ll keep you updated. Make sure to follow so you can stay up to date with the series! Thanks again <3
Warnings: Cursing, slight angst, implied smut
Word Count: 1,600+
I’m back!
Hey everyone, not sure if anyone reading this really follows my blog or cares, but I know a good amount of you were invested in some of my fics. Thank you so much for reading and supporting! I’m so sorry I left after releasing the first part of I Know What You Did Last Summer, that wasn’t my intention, I’ve just been struggling to find motivation to write. But now I’m back and I want to write! I have a lot of inspiration for the rest of the series and I hope you will all give it a chance. Also, I’m thinking of changing my blogs name since I tend to lean towards writing just for The Outsiders, (although I would still like to write for other fandoms occasionally) and I made it a long time ago when I was still a Dolan Twins “stan” (I still like them, just not really a stan anymore <3) But yeah, leave suggestions for what you want to see! And yeah, I’ll keep you updated if I decide to change my name. I’m having a hard time coming up with something I like. But the point is, I’m back! And expect part 2 of I Know What You Did Last Summer within the next few days. I love you all so much! Thanks for your support
I Know What You Did Last Summer (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Angst)
Y/N and Sodapop have been going through a rough patch in their relationship, and after one particularly rough fight, Y/N makes a choice that will change her’s and Sodapop’s lives together forever. If she ever wants to rebuild what they once had, she must first admit what she did. (Based on the song, I Know What You Did Last Summer by Shawn Mendes ft. Camilla Cabello)
Word Count: 2,200+
Warnings: mentions of cheating, some cussing, description of assault, (please do not read if scenarios involving being jumped may be a trigger for you)
Authors note: Let me know if you guys possibly want a part 2! I originally planned on this being a 1 part story but I feel like there is definitely potential for a part 2 based on this ending.
Preface
The space between them had only grown between them in the past few months. Between Sodapop taking on extra hours at the DX, to Y/N dealing with the stress of school, it felt like neither of them really had time for each other anymore.
So, after a big fight one Summer night, the two of them felt comfortable agreeing on needing a “break.” The lines they had drawn were blurred between a breakup or something else.
That night, after slamming the door and walking out on her boyfriend of a two and a half years, her best friend since age twelve, she didn’t want to cry anymore. And somehow, she showed up at Buck’s, where she knew a party and a few drinks would help her forget her troubles.
And so, she had a couple drinks, and she started talking to someone. Someone who maybe she had no right to be talking to. Someone who she knew was nothing but trouble. Someone who happened to be there when she needed someone. Dallas Winston, the toughest greaser in Tulsa, comforted her. He knew from the moment she walked in, something was off. He watched her make her way through the crowd, noting the tear stained cheeks and slight redness that adorned her nose. Immediately he knew that look, he only thought of himself. He didn’t think about his friend Sodapop, at home, cursing himself for letting Y/N walk out. He thought of how he felt when Sylvia turned out to be two-timing him, how he wore the same look as Y/N wore now.
So by the time the party was winding down, his lips were on her neck, and they were making their way up to his room.
It was only the next day the two of them had realized what they’d done. They decided to never speak of it again, not just for their own sakes, but for Sodapop’s. Knowing what happened would destroy him, Dallas and Y/N were able to justify lying to him.
Sodapop and Y/N got back together later that day, for they were never truly apart, and Sodapop, feeling devastated about what happened, promised he would do better, be better. He told her he was terrified of losing her, and would never let it happen again.
And by then, it was too late to tell him the truth.
Winter
The past few months, Y/N and Sodapop’s relationship improved, but Soda couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.
Y/N was more distant than she used to be, despite her attempts to forget all about what happened and focus on Sodapop. It wasn’t like she had feelings for Dallas, she loved Sodapop, but she couldn’t even be around Dally anymore, especially not with Sodapop there.
It only happened once that Sodapop, her, Dally and the rest of the gang were all together. Y/N didn’t spend much time with the gang, because she preferred spending time with just Sodapop, but from time to time the guys with girlfriends would bring them over too and everyone would hang out.
Dallas showed up on one of these occasions, without a date. Sodapop kept an arm around Y/N most of the night, which she was thankful for. But she couldn’t help but feel bothered with the way Dallas eyed her up and down the whole time. She felt sick, guilt ridden and terrified of the truth coming out. She left early that night, fanning feeling sick, and that was the last time she saw Dallas Winston.
She thought she could move on, but deep down she knew the truth couldn’t always stay hidden.
One cold night, Y/N was walking to the Curtis house, something she knew Sodapop didn’t like- he was always worried about her getting jumped. However, on this night, her car was low on fuel and it was a short walk, so she reasoned it would be okay.
It wasn’t until she was about half way there she noticed the red mustang trailing her from a short distance. Panic settled over her as she dug through her pockets searching for something to defend herself with. No car keys, no switchblade; realizing she was defenseless, she began to feel the terror really sink in.
“Hey beautiful, need a ride?”
“She’s pretty for a greaser girl,”
“Where you going?”
The calls of the Soc’s in the car turned more hostile, and before she knew it they were pulling their car over, so Y/N began to run, only a few blocks away from her destination.
However, there were three of them, and there was only one of her, and they quickly caught up to her.
“Where are you running off to?” The one with cruel eyes asked.
“I’m not looking for any trouble,” she started.
“Don’t worry baby, we won’t make it hurt...much.” he finished.
The tall Soc’s grew close enough to her she could feel their hot breath on her skin. She began to scream for help, but one of them grabbed her and covered her mouth.
She began to feel utterly hopeless, she swung and kicked but her attempts to fight back were dodged.
“Feisty, eh?” one of them commented.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, she heard the familiar sound of a switchblade being opened. Tears ran down her cheeks, but her fear was soon replaced with shock when she heard a familiar voice yell, “Get the fuck off of her before I end your sorry lives,”
Y/N’s body flooded with relief as she immediately recognized the voice of her savior, Dallas Winston.
Once her attackers noticed the blade he was holding, they quickly retreated. Dallas ran after them, clearly fired up enough to follow through on his threats. Y/N was released from the Soc’s arms and she fell to the pavement, still sobbing.
She felt someone shaking her slightly, trying to bring her back to reality. “Y/N?” he spoke softly. She looked up to notice Johnny, looking almost as afraid as her.
“It’s alright, Dally got rid of ‘em. You don’t have to be afraid anymore, you’re safe now,” The boy comforted her as he slowly helped her stand up.
Luckily for them, the Socs were able to get back in their car and drive off before Dally could do more than give out a black eye and possibly a broken wrist.
“Fuck!” Dallas’ voice rang out in anger, filling the dead silence that had fallen upon the night.
By the time he came back over to the pair, he had calmed down a bit. He took Y/N into his arms, holding her in a strong embrace.
When he pulled away, he held her face for a quick moment, trying to search her eyes and place his finger on what it was she was feeling.
“Y/N? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? I swear I’ll fucking kill them if they laid a scratch on you. I’m gonna find who did this to you and I swear they’re gonna pay-” he fumed.
“Dallas, it’s okay. I’m fine. Can you just walk me the rest of the way? I- I just really wanna see Sodapop…” she said in a quiet voice.
A flash of hurt passed through the greasers eyes, but he complied. “Of course, whatever you want,” he released her from his grip and they finished their walk to the Curtis house.
*****
When they reached the driveway to the small house, Y/N turned to Johnny and Dallas. “I can’t thank you enough,” was all she could manage to say.
“Don’t, it’s not necessary. We’re just happy you’re safe, doll.” Dally lightly ran his fingers over her face.
She forced a smile towards Johnny, trying to express her gratitude. She finally stumbled up the steps and opened the door without knocking, letting herself in. The two greaser boys who saved her walked off into the night.
Hearing the door, Sodapop called, “Y/N?”
When he got to the livingroom Y/N was standing in, she threw herself into his arms, letting the tears fall from her eyes.
“Y/N? Baby? What happened? Are you okay?” he held her in his arms.
She shook her head.
“Come on, sit down, I’ll get you a glass of water.” He led her to the couch, and helped her sit down.
He returned with a glass of water, took a seat next to her, and softly asked, “Can you tell me what happened?”
She sniffed, “I got jumped. On my way here. I know I shouldn’t have walked but- it doesn’t matter. I’m okay, Dallas and Johnny happened to be near by and they must have heard me screaming. They chased off the Soc’s that did it to me. I- I’m just so, so scared.” she sobbed, falling into his arms once more.
He felt his heart break at her retelling of the night’s events, and despite the rage that boiled his blood towards those Socs who hurt Y/N, he knew he needed to keep his cool for her right now. He gently stroked her hair, held her close and whispered to her, “I’m so sorry, I should have picked you up. This is all my fault, I should have been there to protect you. It’s okay now baby…”
“No, Sodapop, this could never be your fault. I didn’t tell you I was walking, you couldn’t have known. I was so stupid, so, so stupid. I- I deserved it.” she sobbed.
“How could you say that, Y/N?” Sodapop asked, shocked.
“I made a horrible mistake Sodapop, I deserve every bad thing that comes my way.” she explains.
“Baby, nothing you did could ever make me love you less. Whatever you think you’ve done to deserve this, you didn’t. You never could.” He took her face in his hands, telling her all this as he looked her in the eye.
She made herself pull away from his touch, feeling a sudden wave of sickness and guilt, a need to come clean. How could she go on, allowing him to love her when deep down, she wasn’t who he thought she was?
“You’re going to hate me, and you have every right to…” she started, voice breaking.
“That’s impossible, love,” he tried moving closer to her once again.
“No,” she backed away. “Sodapop…” she started. “I’m so sorry…”
“Baby? You’re starting to scare me,” the handsome greaser told her.
“When we got in that fight over the Summer, when we agreed on a break, I did something unforgivable.” she told him.
She watched as the realization and hurt spread across his face, “no…” he whispered.
“I slept with someone else…” her chest ached from the sobbing. “It's been absolutely tearing me apart for months, and I’ve been so selfish and scared, I couldn’t tell you what I did. I’m so sorry.”
He sat there, stunned, in silence.
“I didn’t mean it, Sodapop. I didn’t mean it at all. I don’t wanna let this go, let us go. I still love you so much.” she cried out desperately.
“We were falling out of love…” he mumbled. “And now I can’t seem to keep you close, I can’t seem to let you go.”
“Don’t let me go,” she cried.
“Who was it?” tears filled his eyes.
“Sodapop-”
“Who?” he demanded, but not with anger in his voice, just pure sadness and defeat.
“Dallas.” she mumbled, followed by more silence.
“I didn’t mean it though. I’ve only ever wanted you.” she tells him, trying to lean closer to him once again.
“You were slipping away from me that whole time, I was so blind. This whole time, have I just been holding on to all the words you used to say?” tears began to tumble down his cheeks now, as he pulled away from her.
“Sodapop, I can’t lose you.” she sobbed.
“I know, I know you didn’t mean it though.” he said through tears, shaking his head, trying to make it all make sense.
“Don’t, don’t let me go. You’re all I have.”
“I- I can’t. I can’t keep you close, I can’t let you go.” he repeated.
“I didn’t mean it…” she sobbed.
“I know you didn’t mean it though…” he told himself.
He turned to look at her once more, “You’ve just lied to me, saying there’s no other, that you only loved me.”
Helplessness filled her voice as she told him, “I do love you. Only you. I don’t want to let you go. Please, just please, hold me close and don’t let go.”
“I know…” his voice trailed off. “I can’t let you go. I don’t want to let you go.” He grabbed her hands, holding them in his, desperation laced in his voice as repeated, “I don’t want to let you go.”
“Just hold me, please.” she closed the space between them, as they held each other in a strong embrace that neither was strong enough to let go from.
When he finally pulled away, the two were both sobbing messes, neither sure of what to say next.
“I-” he started. “I love you, Y/N. But I think you should go home now, I have a lot to think about.” he looked down at the trembling girl and added, “I can drive you.”
Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader part 6)
Part 5 - read before continuing
The final chapter, Y/N knows what she wants, at last, but how will her decision change her life?
Word Count: 1,800+
Warnings: none
Authors Note: I’ve been writing this story for 5 months now, and I can’t even believe it’s finally over. I’ve loved writing for these characters, and I just loved this plot. I hope you all have fallen in love with it just as much as I have. I hope the ending doesn’t come across as too cheesy, and I hope everyone reading is satisfied with the ending. I’m just so happy to finally be publishing the last chapter. Please send me new requests, I write for many fandoms, and please consider following for more posts like this. Thank you so much for all your support, it’s been incredible. Love you all <3
Y/N and Steve stood on opposite sides of the car he had been working on before she interrupted him. Awkward silence filled the air, both sharing the strange feeling that everything had somehow changed since the last time they saw each other. That night, when Y/N ran out on the gang with no explanation. She had just been gone for a minute, if she had returned even a couple minutes earlier, she would have returned to the movie, sat back down on Steve’s lap, enjoyed her night. She wouldn’t have been in that room when Sodapop Curtis walked in. She wouldn’t have known what his lips tasted like. She would never have to be having this conversation.
“What happened, Y/N?” Steve asked softly.
She took a minute to gather her thoughts, meticulously searching for the right words to break the fragile news. Finally, she spoke, “You deserve the truth, obviously, by now, I owe you at least that. But it isn’t pretty. Just...please don’t hate me Steve.”
He rubbed his hands through his hair, shaking his head slightly, brows turned down. They both knew what she was gonna say, what was gonna happen.
“It’s Sodapop, isn’t it?” Steve sighed.
“I-” Y/N started.
“I knew the moment he walked through that door. He was supposed to be out all night. Darry said- I guess it doesn’t matter. But its just- when he walked in, and you weren’t by my side, I guess I knew something was going to happen.” Steve’s eyes were tired, glossy, disappointed, and yet, not surprised, not angry.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Not you, not Soda, nobody. I loved you both. I still do.” she tells him.
He doesn’t respond, just nods in understanding, so she continues.
“I kissed him.” her voice was barely a whisper, small and pathetic, ashamed and scared of losing everything. “And I’m so, so, sorry.” a tear falls down her cheek.
He stands there for a minute, looking like the wind had just been knocked out of him. Breathless he asks, “Was any of it real?”
“Every single thing. I hope you know that. Every kiss, every touch, every word. I loved you, but I never stopped loving him either.” Y/N steps closer to him, cautiously.
“You deserve someone better than me, Steve. Someone who isn’t half in love. Someone who doesn’t doubt it for a second.” she pauses, “You truly are an amazing person. And I really do wish it could’ve worked...and I know it will never make it right, but I loved you, and I’m sorry...for everything.” she finishes her sentence, staring at the ground.
The silence is unbearable, the tension is awful, until finally, he cups her face in his hands, looking at her for a moment, before pulling her into a hug. It isn’t like what they had when they were together, it isn’t that constant need to be near each other. It’s simply, pure, unbreakable friendship. For just a second, Y/N is reminded of life before all this. That's this feeling. That’s this embrace. It wiping away the mistakes of Summer, returning to the ease of Spring, it’s entering the fresh start of Fall, it’s the promise of friendship even when the world freezes in the Winter.
“Friends?” he asked.
“Always.” she replied.
*****
Weeks passed, things slowly started to return to how they used to be. The three of them still hadn't spent much time together, all knowing things could never really be the same. But time heals all wounds, and slowly but surely, this too would heal.
It was a warm morning in September, the leaves just starting to turn, the first day of the new school year for Y/N. She was just finishing getting ready, wearing her favorite skirt and a cozy sweater, she swiped on a small amount of mascara and clipped a piece of her shiny hair back. She turned to pick up her backpack, just about to go out the door, when she heard a tap at her window.
Outside her window, like countless times before, stood Sodapop Curtis, smiling at her confused expression. She slid the glass up, allowing him to crawl inside her room.
“What are you doing here?” she smiled at the boy, happy to see him. Since she broke up with Steve, neither had spoken to the other. If they were going to be together, they needed to give Steve time, they needed time themselves to be sure this was what they wanted.
” I came to wish you luck on your first day.” He sat on her bed, staring at her across the room, adoration in his eyes.
“Don’t you have work, Pepsi-Cola?” she stepped closer to him.
He smirked at the nickname, his heart rate quickening as the space between them slowly diminished. “You’re more important. Cars can wait.”
“Sodapop Curtis, you may just be the sweetest person in the world.”
“Hey, don’t say that. I’m a greaser, I’m a tough, strong greaser, who most certainly is not sweet.” He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear as he spoke.
“I beg to differ.” she quipped.
“Want to test your theory?” he asked.
His hands found her hips, her arms wrapped around his neck, slowly they connect their lips, melting into the kiss.
After a few seconds, she pulls away. Soda groans at the loss of contact.
“I need to go or I’ll be late.” she reminds him, tapping his nose.
As she starts to leave, he grabs hold of her hand, she turns to look at him.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Sodapop.”
“And I can’t wait till the day everyone can know that you’re mine.” he smiles at her.
“I’m yours,” she repeats. “And I promise, soon enough, everyone will know that. Things like this just take time.”
“I know,” he mumbles, starting to stand. He brings her hand to his lips, their fingers intertwined. “You know…” he adds. “one day, when I have the money, I’m gonna put a ring on this finger.” he lightly taps her right ring finger.
Her cheeks flush, she leans in to kiss him again.
Before she can, he says, “because what you and I have is something that lasts forever. You and I are for always.” And then, he kisses her.
“Always.” she says, before turning to leave for school.
*****
Months later, Christmas day, Y/N wakes up in Sodapop’s bed, slowly rising from her sleep. Ponyboy crashed in Darry’s room to give Y/N and Soda space. In the living room, the rest of the gang laid sprawled across the floor, on the couch, anywhere there was room. None of them may have traditional families who cared much, but they all had each other, and that was enough.
Y/N woke Sodapop with a kiss on the nose. He stirred gently, mumbling incoherently at first.
“Merry Christmas Pepsi-Cola,” she whispered.
“Merry Christmas love,” he hummed, sitting up slightly to kiss her on the cheek.
“I’m gonna go make us some coffee, I’m sure the rest of the gang will be up soon enough.” she told him.
Wearing one of Sodapop’s oversized shirts, she rolled out of bed, and quietly made her way passed the sleeping boys into the kitchen. She started to brew the coffee when she heard a soft, “Merry Christmas, Y/N” from behind her.
She turned to see a very tired Steve, grinning at her.
“Merry Christmas Steve, coffee?” she offered.
“Yes please!” he announced.
When she had finished making the three coffees, Steve went to wake up the rest of the gang as Y/N returned to bed with Sodapop to bring him his drink.
He takes the coffee from her, adding, “You’re amazing. I love you. Thank you.”
Clambering and excited shouts come from down the hallway, and the couple knows everyone has woken up.
“Ugh, I can’t get up. Let's just stay in and cuddle all day.” he comments, pulling her against his chest.
“Oh come on, Soda, it’s Christmas! Get up!” she argues, rising again.
“I need some motivation,” he jokes.
She places a finger on her lips, “well my lips are over here, and your’s are over there. And I’m walking away. You’re choice on what you want to do, though.” she smirked.
He jumped out of bed, running over to her, cupping her face in his hands, and connecting their lips.
“Okay, okay, let's do this.” he adds.
The two of them walked into the living room, seeing everyone already awake. The gang exchanges good mornings, jokes, laughs, and there were even some presents for everyone to unwrap.
In the middle of the festivities, Ponyboy stops to look out the window, shouting, “Guys! It’s snowing!” everyone crowds around the window to see.
“For real?”
“Ain’t that something…”
“A white Christmas!”
Y/N smiles, wishing she could freeze the picture and keep this moment frozen in time.
“You still haven’t unwrapped your present yet,” Sodapop whispered in Y/N’s ear.
“Hmm, well I personally think mines gonna be hard to top this year Pepsi-Cola, but go ahead, let’s see what you got.” she jokes.
He takes her hand, leading her over to the tree. The gang remained by the window, marveling at the sight of the falling snow.
Y/N sits down on the couch, anticipation racing through her veins. After a moment of searching under the tree, Sodapop takes a seat next to her, handing her a small box, tied with a gold ribbon.
She hesitates for a minute, suddenly flooded with nerves.
“Go on, open it.” he urges.
She obliges, delicately untying the ribbon and discarding it to her side. She opens up the box to see a small, beautiful silver ring glittering up at her.
“A promise ring,” he tells her.
“Sodapop…” her voice trails off, speechless.
“Do you like it?” he asks, like a little boy presenting his parents with a piece of artwork.
“It’s incredible. I- This is amazing. How did you- this must have cost you months of saving. I can’t accept this.” she stutters.
“Yes you can, and I want you to. Please. It would make me so happy if you- you know, if that’s what you want.” he blushes.
“You’re amazing.” her eyes fight back tears.
“Look on the inside.” he mentions.
She takes the ring out of the box, turning to see the engraving on the inside of the ring. In beautiful calligraphy the word, “Always”
She can no longer fight the tears, they spill from her eyes as he slowly slips the ring on her finger.
Their lips lock, and all at once, she is home. Safety and surprise, love and lust. Comfort and chaos, perfect harmony.
He wipes the remaining tears from her eyes, and they settle in to a comfortable position, watching the gang finish handing out presents, Two-Bit brings out a chocolate cake from the kitchen, announcing breakfast being served.
Y/N wonders aloud, “do you guys think it will always be like this? You know, between us. Do you think we’ll always be friends? Family to each other?”
Everyone turns to face her, pondering the question. Steve just smiles at her and says, “Always.”
Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 5)
Part 4 - please read this before continuing
It all comes down to this, chemistry is chemistry. Soulmates, no matter how hard they fight it, are soulmates. At this turning point in the series, Y/N must face her feelings for both Sodapop and Steve.
Word Count: 1,400+
Warnings: none except (SPOILER: *slight cheating*)
Authors Note: I can’t express how much the support on this series has meant to me. I know this isn’t a super huge fandom the way others are, but I think this community is one of the most supportive and amazing out there. I am so thankful for this series for allowing me to escape from reality and live vicariously through these characters, and I really hope its allowed you to do the same. There will be one more part after this, as of right now, but I’m already emotional about no longer writing for these characters and this storyline. (I will continue to write for the outsiders, but most likely not with this storyline after the next part.) I’m sorry this took so long to put out, school has just been keeping me really busy lately. I love you all so much, and it would mean the world to me if you could leave a note and share <3 you’re amazing. Thank you. Hope you love it as much as I do.
A week had passed since the party, and Y/N had seemingly spent every waking minute with Steve. The gang joked that they were attached at the hip. Funnily enough, when Steve and Y/N were around, Sodapop seemed to never be.
They were always touching in some way, Steve held his arm around her, or placed his hand on the small of her back, or she held his hand, tightening her grip every now and then, her way of telling him she loved him without having to vocalize it.
Although she didn’t realize until much later, that physical contact must have been her clinging to what she knew could be lost in an instant, a superficial love.
One particular night, the gang had decided to all meet up at the Curtis’ house to watch a movie.
“I don’t think we should,” Y/N tried to reason one more time as they were walking out the door.
“It will be fine, Y/N, I’m sure Sodapop won’t even be there.” Steve tried to sooth her worries.
“And if he is?” she inquired.
“He’s a big boy, I think he can tolerate our presence for one night.” he quipped.
Y/N didn’t want to start an argument, so with a sick feeling in her stomach, she let Steve lead her to his car.
The drive over was agonizing. Y/N shivered remembering the last night the whole gang was together, doing their usual thing, watching a movie and chatting, until-
“Y/N!” Steve announced loudly.
She shook her head to rid her mind of the troubled thoughts. “What- uh sorry, what?” she stuttered.
“We’re here. I was trying to get your attention for a while. Everything alright babe?”
He truly was not good at picking up her signals. Sometimes she just wished he could understand her the way Sodapop had.
“I- no, it’s fine. Let’s go, we’re already late.”
She didn’t wait for him to open her door, she did it herself and dashed up the stairs. He slowly approached her from behind, the two of them staring at the door. Y/N stood their with her arms crossed.
“Should we knock?” she asked.
“No,” he shook his head, “I mean- it’s Sod- uh, the Curtis’ house, we don’t have to knock, right?”
Before they could decide, Dallas thundered up the stairs behind them.
“Hey lovebirds!” he cried. Greeting Steve and pulling Y/N into a strong embrace.
“I’ve missed you guys, where you been?” he asked.
“Oh you know, here and there.” Y/N stated.
“We were at a party last week, Dallas? You stupid or something? Or did you just get out of the cooler again?” Steve teased.
“Watch your mouth, man.” he joked.
Again, another thundering boom of someone coming up the steps behind them. This time it was Two-Bit and Johnny.
They exchanged hellos before Two-Bit finally said, “What are we still doing out here for?” and opening up the door and walking straight in with no hesitation.
The rest of the gang followed, and were greeted with a smiling Ponyboy and Darry.
No Sodapop, then. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. At least now she could try to enjoy her night.
*****
Y/N sat curled up on Steves lap, sharing a blanket. The rest of the gang was spread out across the room, filling up the couch and floor.
“I’ll be right back,” Y/N kissed Steve on the cheek, and climbed her way off the couch, making her way to the bathroom.
She turned the corner and walked down the hallway, and stood outside the bathroom door for a minute. She was about to go in when she stopped her hand from turning the knob. A part of her wanted to, no- needed to just take a peak in Sodapop’s room. She would be quick, no one would even notice she was gone. She just wanted to smell his familiar scent that lingered on his things. She wanted to feel close to him, even artificially, just for a second.
She entered the room with the single bed, bookshelves full of Ponyboy’s favorite novels, and the nightstand and dresser Sodapop filled with little nick nacks. She inspected the small tokens of memories that lay scattered along the dresser’s surface. She turned over a coin from an arcade, rolled the small model car around for a second, until her gaze stopped on a small black box. She wanted nothing more than to open it up and see what was inside, and maybe she might have, had she not been interrupted.
“So you’re stalking me now, then?” The handsome greaser leaned up against the doorway, watching amused.
Y/N jumped back a bit. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know you’re a lot more nosy then I remember.” he quipped.
Y/N sighed, before making her way to the doorway, wanting nothing more than to go back to watching the movie and cuddling with Steve.
“Excuse me, you’re in my way.” she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance.
“Am I?” He gently placed a hand on her arm, moving himself out of her way.
“Well I apologize.” he said sarcastically.
She scowled, beginning to walk away, deep down wishing he would follow after her.
Just ask me to stay. Don’t let me walk away again. She thought to herself.
“Y/N.”
She stopped in her tracks, turning around immediately, hope in her eyes.
And, devastatingly, he looked at her with that same look, his eyes begging her to stay.
“Can we just... talk?” he almost whispered his voice was so soft.
Wordlessly, Y/N stepped back into his room, taking a seat awkwardly on the bed. She stared back at him, waiting for him to say something.
“I don’t really know what to say…” he trailed off.
“Well, you wanted to talk, so talk.” she didn’t hide the annoyance in her voice.
Yes, she wanted to talk, of course she did, how could she not? But how could she not still be mad? After everything he put her through the past few weeks, she couldn’t pretend everything was fine.
“Okay, I miss you.” he says.
“What?” Y/N looked up at him, softening her expression, suddenly losing all sense of anger, tearing down the wall she had tried putting up. She was stupid to think Sodapop wouldn’t see right through her. They both knew at the end of the day, they needed each other.
“Please, just tell me you miss me too.” his voice breaks. “God- just lie to me, please. I can’t keep living like this.” he leaned against the wall, tossing his head back.
“Of course I miss you Sodapop, it kills me that I don’t get to see you.” her voice gets louder, frustration building. “Do you think now that I’m with Steve I just forgot about you? That I don’t still see you when I close my eyes at night and I can’t sleep?” tears welled in her eyes.
“I loved you and just disappeared from my life.” she said meekly.
“I couldn’t stay.”
“Where were you?”
“Anywhere you weren’t.”
“Why? Why did you just abandon me?”
“Because, Y/N.” he moved his arms dramatically, the way he always did when upset.
“Why?” she was almost yelling, no longer caring if anyone could hear them.
“Because I still love you. And I can’t bare to see you with somebody else.”
Silence. Neither moved. Until finally, Y/N made her way over to the moviestar handsome boy, placing her hands on both sides of his face, and connecting their lips.
Fireworks.
A fire set ablaze.
An explosion big enough to destroy all of Tulsa.
There was no way to describe the kiss other than life ruining, life saving, catastrophic, beautiful, and true.
He immediately reciprocated. The spark they had been fighting so long was lit ablaze, they were burning up, their flames consuming each other and everything around them.
He held her up as her knees buckled, too overwhelmed by emotion to even stand on her own two feet. Their lips didn’t disconnect for a second, it was like they were living in their own universe. One where they needed to stay like this forever to survive, one where life without the other didn’t exist.
Y/N’s head spun as she finally had to pull away.
“I need to go,” she whispered.
“Please don’t leave. I can’t lose you again.” Sodapop begged.
“You never could.” she grabbed his hand.
She placed her forehead against his, murmuring, “I love you.”
“I love you, always.” he replied.
“Always,” she said, before walking away one last time.
You’re writing for the somebody else series is so lovely! I can’t get enough of it! Please do a part 5!!
this is so sweet 🥺 thank u so much love 💓 part five coming soon!!
Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 4)
Part 3 - please read before proceeding to read this chapter
Y/N and Steve are together, and haven’t heard from Sodapop in weeks, everything should be going great for the new couple, but something seems wrong.
Word Count: 1,700+
Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol
Authors Note: wow wow wow! I’m really sorry this took so long! I actually had half of this written a couple weeks ago, and decided I hated the direction I took it in, so scrapped it and had to start from scratch. I also started school, meaning I had less free time to write, and I just wanted to make sure it was perfect before I posted it. Next part coming soon! Thank you for supporting me <3 I love you. Oh! and ~ please send in some requests ~ I love to write for ideas you guys may have. Also, I promise the name will make sense eventually. Anyways, enjoy the story!
Tears stream down her cheeks and Y/N chokes back a sob, racing down the steps of the Curtis home as fast as she can, ignoring Sodapop calling and chasing after her. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t listen to a half-assed apology from him. She couldn’t feel his intense stare, or deal with the absolute hurt she saw in his eyes when she told him about Steve. Flashbacks replay in her mind through short montages. Steve grabbing her waist, pulling their bodies so close. Sodapops glossed over eyes as he drunkenly stared at her from across his dimly lit kitchen. The sharp, abrupt sound of Ponyboy startling her awake.
And most of all, the heartbreak in Sodapops voice when he told her, He has a part of you now. A part of you that you can’t get back. Something you can’t give me anymore.
She wanted to be mad, she really wanted to. She knew that his statement was dumb, outdated, ignorant even. But she couldn’t help but feel that deep down he was right. She lost her virginity to a boy she didn’t love, to distract herself from the boy she did. How could it get any worse than that?
She doesn’t stop running until she is at the end of his street, turning the corner when she slams into something, hard. She falls backwards, flat on her ass, and cradles her head that just collided with another runners.
Through the pounding noise and feeling in her head, she hears someone ask, “Y/N?” She rubs her eyes to clear them of the dizziness and tears that still fall.
“Steve?” she wonders aloud.
“Jesus,” he says, now noticing her tear stained cheeks. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” He outreaches his hand to her, helping her to her feet.
“Everything is so screwed up,” she says.
He pulls her into a tight hug, holding her as she lets herself cry into his shoulder. Neither of them says anything for a while, each enjoying the others comforting presence. It’s almost peaceful, until Y/N feels Steve pull away. She looks up at him, confused. She notices him staring past her, and when she finally turns around she sees Sodapop, about ten feet away, still catching his breath, staring sadly at them.
“Sodapop-” Steve starts, walking towards him. Sodapop immediately turns the other direction and Steve begins walking after him, fast.
When he reaches his best friend, Steve places a hand on Soda’s arm, in an effort to get him to stop.
“Sodapop please just wait a minute.” Steve says.
“Forget it Steve, I don’t have anything to say to you two.”
Y/N makes her way towards the pair, “Sodapop, please, we can work through this if you just listen.” She isn’t quite sure how she could be so angry at him and still not be able to face him walking away from her.
Sodapop turns around swiftly at the sound of her voice.
One last look of betrayal flashes through his eyes, and Y/N is at last, speechless. The two of them don’t need to say anything, because they both already know, there’s nothing to be said anymore. And so, she watches him walk away, again. This time, the world is turning, her feet are on the ground, and this is real. And the distance between them is only getting greater as he walks away from her, and she doesn’t follow after him.
*****
It’s been five weeks since Y/N saw Soda last. And besides the remaining longing for someone else, things with Steve had been going great. They had been going to the movies, taking long walks accompanied by longer talks, and Steve had even surprised her with a picnic in a grassy field that they had found on one of their walks. Y/N could feel herself starting to truly move on. For the first time in years, someone else was on her mind besides him.
There were only a few weeks left in the Summer, meaning it would be filled with the last parties of the season. On this particular Saturday night, Y/N was accompanying Steve to a party at Buck’s. She was wearing her hair straightened, (the way Steve liked it,) and a tight, square neck, red dress. She and Steve held hands as they walked into the party, one of many they had attended that Summer together. They scanned the room for Dallas and Two-Bit, who they planned on meeting there tonight. By now, they had established themselves as a bit of an it-couple, everyone wanted what they had. They were hot, happy, and from what everyone could see, they were in love.
Although, nobody knew the truth. Neither Steve nor Y/N had admitted their love for the other yet, and for no reason other than the presence of an unshakeable feeling that still, they were doing something wrong, like an inextricable weight they were carrying around.
The party was loud, crowded, and smelled of marajuana, boos and body odor. Before her and Steve became an item, Y/N rarely partied. Standing in that red dress, watching a game of beer pong being played by Steve, Jess, Two-Bit and Dally- Y/N found herself reminiscing about the Saturday nights she had spent curled up on the couch at the Curtis house. While everyone went out, she and Sodapop would stay behind, and just enjoy the others presence. She shook her head, clearing the thought from her brain. It was true that Y/N had been thinking about Sodapop less these past few weeks, but that didn’t mean from time to time something would remind her of him.
The music changed from upbeat and intense, to slower and sweet, as “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka started playing. The room suddenly filled with couples making their way to the center of the room, beginning to sway to the beat. Steve finished his game with one last bounce of a ping pong ball, making him a winner. He cheered and high fived Jess, and then made his way over to Y/N, grabbing her hips and pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“Dance with me, beautiful?” he hums.
She smiles, taking his hand, and following his lead to the center of the room. As the beat picked up, he rested his hands on her waist, she hooked her arms around his neck, and stared up at him through thick eyelashes. They swayed back and forth, as he moved one of his hands to rest on the small of her back.
“Y/N…” Steve started.
“Steve,” she quipped back.
“I care about you so much,”
“I care about you too, hone.”
“There's something I want to tell you-” he started.
Suddenly, Y/N smelled an all too familiar cologne, and the boy who smelled like roses and gasoline made his way towards the crowd and past Steve and Y/N. She wondered if Sodapop saw them, was he coming to them? Her question was partially answered as Soda walked right by them, briefly pausing to put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, in what looked like an attempt to make his way through the crowd better.
Steve and Y/N exchanged a glance, and she thought to herself, he must know what he’s doing. Why did he even show up here? He knew we would be here, and he hasn’t been to a party since...since that night. And he hasn’t talked to either of us since that day on the street outside his house...what's his motive?
And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit Y/N, that maybe he’s just here because its a party. That maybe, he actually didn’t see his two oldest friends, because that isn’t what they were to him anymore. They were all just strangers, and he came here to have a good time, maybe meet a girl, and for once, it wasn’t because of or about her.
No longer wanting to think about this awkward situation, and completely forgetting Steve was trying to tell her something, Y/N put her head on his shoulder, her eyes just barely being able to peer over him, as he held her so close.
The music was still playing, and more people continued to make their way onto the dance floor.
“Y/N?” Steve asked once more.
“Yes?” she questioned, not moving her head from its position on his shoulder.
“I- I love you, Y/N,” Steve whispered softly.
Y/N is stunned for a minute, unsure of what to say. She still had so much to figure out. No, she shouldn’t, it should be clear who she loves by now. But- why doesn’t it seem to be?
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sodapop leading some girl to the dance floor, her giggling, looking back at her friends with a blush on her face, as Sodapop grins with satisfaction. He had only been here for two minutes, how had he already found a girl thats drooling all over him?
And then, it's clear, Sodapop has moved on, and so should she.
Y/N takes her head away from Steve's body, and stares into his deep, green eyes.
“You love me?” she asks.
“I love you,” he repeats.
“I love you, too.” she says, as he breaks out into one of the biggest smiles she had ever seen him wear.
He grabs her hand, holding it up, intertwined with his own, and turns to the couple next to them, showing their hands, and loudly exclaiming, “She loves me!”
They look utterly confused, but his enthusiasm is endearing.
“Yes, I love you, so can you please come back to Earth and kiss me already?” she tells him, playfully grabbing him by the collar and making him look at her.
“Say it again.” he teases.
“Oh my god,” she rolls her eyes, unable to control her laughter.
“Say it, Y/N.”
“Oh my god! I love you Steve Randle, now kiss me you idiot!”
And finally, he connects their lips as the music dies, and the rest of the world fades away; so much in fact, that neither of them feels Sodapop’s burning gaze on them, and neither knows that his heart had just shattered into a million pieces.
Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 3)
Part 2 - Please read first
When Steve shows up at her window unexpectedly, Y/N can no longer run away from the decision she has to make.
Word Count: 2,400+
Warnings: mentions of smut, angst
Authors Note: Hey all, sorry this took so long, I’m on vacation this week and it’s been hard to find time to write, but I had a sudden burst of inspiration tonight and managed to finish it. This story is not over yet though, stay tuned for the next couple parts which will hopefully be posted in the next few days. Thank you for all the love on this story <3 I really truly appreciate it so much. Enjoy!
Y/N wakes up to an abrupt loud noise. She sits up, catching her breath.
“Oh, sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m real dumb- I dropped the pan while I was trying to get it out of the cabnit to make breakfast.” Ponyboy explains. He’s standing in the kitchen, flustered, and alone.
“It’s cool,” she tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “Where is everyone?” she asks.
“Sodapop was gone when I woke up, Darry left work a little while ago.” he explains.
“But Sodapop doesn’t work on Saturdays, so he didn’t leave a note or anything? Where could he have gone?” Y/N feels a sick feeling rising in her stomach, hangover, and dread. Had Sodapop remembered what he said last night? Was he trying to avoid Y/N by sneaking off before she woke up? Did he no longer mean it?
“No clue, maybe he decided to meet up with Steve or something.” he suggested, though Y/N found this very unlikely. And then it hit her- Oh god, she needed to talk to Steve. But what could she say? How could she justify abandoning him at a party? And with Sodapop, no less. Of course, she could always leave that part out...she could say she felt sick, or-
“Y/N?” Ponyboy interrupted her thoughts. “You alright?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah, sorry- I just- have a lot on my mind, is all.” she reasons.
“Well, are you hungry at all?” Pony offers.
The thought of eating made Y/N’s stomach turn, so she declined. “I actually should be getting home, my mom will start to wonder.” she started to gather her stuff. “Thanks though, and tell Darry thanks for letting me crash. See you around, kid.” she waves goodbye, and is out the door swiftly.
*****
That night, Y/N lies in bed, contemplating the events of the past week. How could everything have changed so suddenly? She probably would have drove herself mad, had she not been interrupted by a few knocks on her window.
Y/N sat up quickly, turning to the window to see Steve. She thought back to all the times she had crawled out that same window to go see him and Soda. Those nights were always the most fun, the ones where she hadn’t told her mom she had left. The thrill of doing something she wasn’t supposed to. It wasn’t like they ever got in real trouble, often opting to grab a few coca-cola's at the local 24-Hour diner. Sometimes they would just sit at the lot and talk. Occasionally Steve would try to convince the group to meet up with Dallas and go to a party, usually at Buck’s, but Soda always declined. And Y/N tried to split her time between them evenly when this happened. Saying she would meet up with Steve at the party, just a little later. That time she spent with Soda, that must have been when she fell in love with him. No one except them knowing where they were, what they were doing, it was quietly and peacefully intimate.
Tonight, Sodapop wasn’t with him. Y/N was opening the window and inviting him in, not climbing out to join them.
“Steve? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“I needed to see you. After you left last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” he responds.
“About that- Steve I’m so sorry-” she starts.
“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m not upset. I just wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?”
Suddenly realizing he was still outside, Y/N agreed, quickly moving out of the way so he could climb inside. Realizing she was only wearing a tiny tank top, no bra, and shorts, she shuffled across the room to throw on a sweatshirt. By the time she was done, she turned around to see Steve sitting on her bed, cross legged, fiddling with his thumbs. Y/N sat beside him.
He sighed, “Are you okay with all this? Am I moving too fast?” Steve turns towards her, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
“No, Steve, you aren’t doing anything wrong. Everything has been going perfect.” she replies.
“Okay, so, be honest with me, Y/N, is there something holding you back from wanting to make this official?”
She looks away, a lump forming in her throat. Suddenly, she's lost for words.
“I-” she chokes out.
“It’s Sodapop? Isn’t it?” he asks, defeated.
Y/N isn’t sure what to do, does she deny? Pretend that she's okay, that he’s not on her mind? Or is she honest with Steve, and risk her relationship with him? Let alone their friendship. She thinks for too long, and Steve is already saying something else.
“I- I get it Y/N, I know he’s the one the girls fall in love with. I’m not blind, I have eyes. I know how I look compared to him. I’ve seen the way you look at him. I guess I really was a fool for thinking you could have looked at me like that, too, huh?” he rubs his eyes, and Y/N is sure he’s fighting back tears.
“No.” she says. Y/N grabs his face and holds it between her hands. “Look at me, Steve.” she begs.
She doesn’t give him much of a choice, so he makes eye contact with her.
“You’re wrong. You’re not second best. You’re not my second choice. I like you, Steve, a lot.” She tries to convince him.
“Why did you leave with him, Y/N?” the hurt in his voice can no longer be concealed.
Y/N softens her expression. She looks everywhere except at him.
“I just took him home because he was drunk and wasn’t making any sense and I was worried he would get in trouble- I- you know how he is, he never drinks, and I didn’t want anything to happen to him.” she explains.
“That’s all it was? Truly?” he asks.
“Yes, Steve, that’s it.” she replies.
“And you’re telling me you’ve never thought about him like that?” his posture is defensive, standoffish even.
“Steve-” she starts.
“Y/N, no more lies.”
“I guess, technically, I did have a thing for him at one point. But that was then and this is now, you’re the one sitting in my bedroom right now. You’re the one who gets to take me to parties, and the movies, and hold my hand, and kiss me.” At this point, she isn’t sure who she is trying to convince. Either way, Steve seems satisfied.
He smirks, “Wanna test that theory?” and leans in for a kiss. And another, and soon enough they are making out.
He trails his kisses down her jawline, and neck, and Y/N finds herself feeling frigid. But Steve is kind, and funny, and willing to lay it all out on the line for her, something Soda could only due drunk.
Steve slowly creeps his hand under her sweatshirt, noting the lack of a bra. She doesn’t stop him.
The longer they remain kissing, the more aware Y/N becomes that all she can hear is Soda confessing his love for her. She needs to make that stop, she needs to get him out of her mind.
And when Steve reaches into her shorts, she doesn’t stop him.
*****
Another week goes by, and Y/N sits in bed, alone this time. She’s reading a book she just recently picked up from the used book store, a ten minute walk from her house. The landline phone she has in her room rings, and she instinctively reaches for it without hesitation.
“Hello?” she waits for a reply.
“Y/N!” a cheerful voice comes through on the other line.
“Sodapop?” she hadn’t been expecting to hear from him, she didn’t know if he would ever talk to her again after their last conversation.
“Hey- how have you been? I haven’t seen you in days.” his voice shakes.
“I wasn’t sure that you wanted to see me.” she replies.
“Well, I do. Can you stop by in say...half an hour? An hour maybe?”
Y/N glimpses at her alarm clock, signaling it was half past ten. She had slept in more than usual, but it was a Saturday, and she didn’t have anywhere to be.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you soon.” they exchange polite goodbyes, before hanging up.
Nerves pulse through her as she gets ready. What could he possibly have to say to me? Does he even remember our last conversation? Oh god- I told him I would always love him. Maybe he forgot about that part...he was pretty wasted. How could he have been so casual on the phone otherwise? But why ignore me for a week then?
Nothing seems to add up, but she decides that she is just getting in her head about it, and she makes every attempt to treat this like she would any other day, or any other hang out.
When she arrives at his doorstep, she knocks lightly, and the door is opened almost instantly after.
“Y/N! It is so good to see you.” Sodapop pulls her into a hug, and she hates the electricity she still feels from his touch. Once he finally lets her go he says, “Come in,”
They are the only ones home, from the looks of it. Y/N wonders if he planned that.
“I haven’t heard from you in ages,” she tells him as they both take a seat in the living room. Y/N sits on the side of the couch that faces Sodapop in the arm chair that Darry typically claims. She is acutely aware that she is seated in the same spot she was the last time she was here, the night everything changed. I wonder if Soda realizes, too.
“I guess I didn’t know what to say.” he stares down at his hands, which are resting in his lap.
“So, you remember that night?” Y/N asks, suddenly feeling her heartbeat quicken intensely.s
“I remember parts, it’s all a little fuzzy. But I think I’ve been able to piece most of it together. And I was hoping you could help me fill in the rest.”
Y/N feels dizzy with anxiety, what does he remember? What do I admit to? What should I deny?
“Okay,” is all she says.
He takes a long, deep breath, his nerves quite apparent. “We can’t avoid it forever, so I might as well just come out and say it. I told you I loved you.” his cheeks heat up in a way Y/N almost never seems them. Sodapop has always been the cool, smooth talking guy. He flirts with every pretty girl he meets, never striking out, always knowing what to say.
Y/N feels relieved that he hasn’t said anything about her saying it back, yet.
“Yeah…” her voice trails off.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I know I’ve probably ruined everything. And I didn’t want you to-” he starts.
“It’s okay, you were drunk, Soda, you weren’t in your head, it’s alright that you didn’t mean it. People say stupid stuff all the time when they’re drunk. Like that time I told Dallas if he wanted-”
“I didn’t want you to find out that way.” he interrupts, to finish his prior sentence.
Y/N swears her heart stops. The world doesn’t just stop spinning, everything is frozen. This isn’t like last time, now, he knows what he’s saying. She can’t deny that he means what he’s saying anymore.
“You didn’t want me to find out you loved me? Or that you love me?” she hears her heartbeat in her ears as she waits for a reply. The mere seconds between her question and his reply feel like hours.
“Did you mean it?” he asks, not answering her previous question.
“Mean what?” she asks, too overwhelmed to bother protesting about him avoiding her question.
“You told me, always. That you’d love me, always.”
“I could never not love you, Soda, you’re my best friend.” she argues..
“And that's it? You love me like a best friend, always?” he sounds frustrated, especially when he emphasizes the last word.
“Of course I do.”
“And nothing else?”
“Soda-”
“Y/N!” he yells.
“I slept with Steve.” she spits out. Her head hurts, her pulse so loud and pounding in her head, and she feels as if she could pass out. She isn’t sure why she said it. All she can come up with is that she couldn’t let Sodapop love her, when if he knew what she did he would hate her. He deserved more than that.
He deserves more than me. She tells herself.
Silence takes over the room, and Y/N feels very out of place. Silence had always been a comfortable concept between Soda and her. They had always felt so comfortable in the others presence that they could go hours together without saying anything. But now, the silence is deafening.
“When?” is all he says. He mumbles it weakly, like hes already given up. He avoids making eye contact with her.
“Saturday night, he came to my window and- I wasn’t expecting him at all. But then we started talking about what we were and where we were going, and I guess one thing lead to another.” Her cheeks heat up. “I- I guess it was my messed up way of a distraction.”
He places his head in his hands, rubbing at his eyes, which are now turning red and puffy. Even with his eyes swollen and skin red from fighting tears, he still manages to be the most handsome boy shes ever laid eyes on.
“The night after I told you I loved you?” his voice breaks, and so does Y/N’s heart.
She feels a tear roll down her cheek, and she realizes she has no right to cry, so she quickly wipes it away. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”
More silence.
“You know,” he says. “when you told me always, it sounded like the prettiest, most beautiful word in the world. Now it just feels like one big lie.”
By now she can’t prevent the tears from falling, so she lets them, a tiny sob leaving her body when she realizes he’s crying too.
“I didn’t lie.” she tells him.
“Then why are you with him?”
“Because I couldn’t have you.”
Hi, I was just wondering if you could write a short imagine about Darry and a soc girl who stops at the gas-station? If not it’s okay xxx
ofc! hope you like it 🥰💓
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She shouldn’t have been in that part of town. She knew that, but of course she had allowed her best friends to talk her into going to some greaser party across town. Now, here she was, stranded without any gas, on the wrong side of town, with two bickering friends in the back seat.
“I knew we shouldn’t have gone to that party!” Cherry protested.
“For real, Cherry? You wanted to go just as bad as Marcia, I was the only one who actually said it was a bad idea. And now you two and you’re bright idea got us stuck out here. My mother is going to kill me!” y/n replied.
“You’re 18 now, y/n, your mother can’t control you.” Cherry snips.
“You wanna bet?” y/n replies.
“Cherry, shut you’re trap, this was just as much your idea as it was mine. We all know you thought by showing up here tonight you would manage to get Dallas Winston’s attention.” Marcia argued.
“Whatever,” Cherry huffs.
“Well, we need to find some way to get home.” y/n says. “and we’re not gonna get there any faster with you two hollering in the back.”
“We passed a gas station about half a mile down the road.” Marcia suggests.
“Have you lost your mind?” Cherry yells. “Do you know the time? We can’t be walking out there all alone!” she protests.
“We’re not alone, there’s three of us, Cherry.” Marcia quips.
y/n steps out of the car. “You can wait here if you prefer.” she says to Cherry.
“And get kidnapped? I don’t think so. I guess I’ll have to take my chances with you all.” she says, slamming the door behind her.
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“How much longer?” Cherry complains.
“We’ve been walking for 7 minutes, Cherry, can’t you hang?” Marcia replies.
“These heels aren’t easy to walk in, Marcia! And I’m half asleep, I want to get home!” she yells.
“Can’t you see that’s what we’re all trying to do?” y/n replies.
By now, they are all yelling, only causing more attention to be drawn to them. In a matter of seconds, an old, dingy looking car is pulling up besides them. An elderly man, with greasy hair and yellow teeth sticks his head out the window, and yells to the girls. “Need a ride, ladies?”
“Get lost, creep!” Cherry screams.
“Get in the car!” He’s yelling now, and the girls are terrified.
Screaming, they all pick up the pace, running as fast as they can, to the D.X, which should only be about a minute away, at this rate.
The car speeds up besides them, and edges the wheels closer and closer to the group of girls. He’s only inches from running them off the road, and then they see it. The glowing D.X sign, signifying it’s still open.
They finally make it to the parking lot, when Cherry trips, scraping up her hands and knees. Realizing they were now in a public area, the guy chasing them gives up, and drives away cussing.
“Shit, you okay, Cherry?” Marcia asks.
By now she’s crying, but still fighting back the tears.
“Let’s just get the gas and get home as fast as possible, please.” Is all she says.
Marcia stays outside with Cherry, comforting her. and y/n walks into the D.X, exasperated. She quickly grabs a small medic kit, and a pack of gum, before heading to the counter. A muscular and tall man with dirty blonde hair stands at the counter, talking to a teenager with a similar resemblance to him. The man looks to be about 19 or 20, and y/n notes his attractive appearance.
She stands behind them, subtly clearing her throat, and waits for them to address her.
The man turns around, and concern is etched across his face.
“Those your friends out there?” he asks, pointing to Marcia and Cherry, who are sitting on a rusting bench, Cherry with her head in her hands, sobs leaving her body as Marcia rubs her back in attempt to comfort her.
y/n sighs, “yes.” she admits.
“Are you girls alright? Your friend out there looks pretty shook up.” he asks.
y/n places her stuff on the counter, while the teenager rings up her items, and she continues talking to the man.
“Our car ran out of gas, so we had to walk here. Some perv chased us down in his car while we were trying to get here. You see, we’re not from this side of town and don’t really know how to get around-“
The two boys look at her, appearing to be in awe of the chaos she and her friends had experienced.
“Look, I could really use some gas and the first aid kit.” she states.
Snapping back to reality, the boy resumes placing the objects in a bag before handing them to her.
“Here’s your receipt. Let me go get you that gas.” he quickly walks out the doors.
“Darry.” the man introduces himself, out stretching his hand.
“Y/n” she replies, taking his hand and shaking it.
“Well, y/n, sounds like you’ve had a long night. And it’s not exactly safe out there for a bunch of ladies as beautiful as yourselves to be walking around out there. What do you say my brother and I walk you guys back to your car? Make sure you get home safe?”
y/n smiles, “that would be great.”
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The walk home is peaceful, Darry’s brother, who y/n learned is named Sodapop, comforted Cherry until they got back to the car. Marcia hung back, seemingly still paranoid, constantly looking around to see if they were being followed.
Darry and y/n walked ahead of the group. He told her about his brothers, his job, and y/n was impressed by his maturity. She noted what a different man he was from other greasers she had known, that being the very few, she knew.
She and him joked, talked about plans now that they were done with school, and it almost felt like they had known each other for years.
When they finally reached the car, y/n was almost disappointed she had to leave him.
“Thank you for walking us, it means a lot.” she tells him.
“Of course, anything for beautiful ladies like you.”
y/n blushed, then remembered something. She kept a note pad and pen in her car. She opened the front door and got out the pen and paper, quickly scribbling her number down. She folded the paper and handed it to him.
“Just don’t call after 5, I wouldn’t want my father to pick it up.” she giggled, then gives him a quick peck on the cheek, before climbing in the car and driving away with her friends in the back seat.
Both her and Darry wore a smile home that night.
Hi love ❤️ I’m obsessed with somebody else and I was wondering if there is gonna be a part 3 because you should make one it’s soooo good your an amazing writer
part three is coming soon! i’ve has a busy week and i’ve fallen behind but keep an eye out for it over the next couple days!
