Hi! Maybe You Can Write About “the Way Things Go” By Beabadoobee With Soda Or Darry! Please :)
hi! maybe you can write about “the way things go” by beabadoobee with soda or darry! please :)
@whitemanswh0r3
Of course!!! I actually had ideas for the both of them but I choose…
The Way Things Go…
~Sodapop C x reader~
warnings: war, death, angst, etc.
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And there’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy
And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try
Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind
But I guess that’s the way things go
You had your eye on Soda for a while now, always have and always will. But the worse part is he isn’t even yours. He’s Sandy’s. She’s pretty but it doesn’t make up for her personality. You’ve caught her talking to Tony during gym and you were itching to tell Soda when school ended. But of course she got to him first, he’d never belive you anyway. Sandy’s his girlfriend you aren’t.
But that changed when she got pregnant and moved to Florida in ‘65. You knew it was Tony’s baby but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that then or ever. Now you’ve gotten his attention that you’ve been longing for since high school. By now Soda would have already been engaged to Sandy since the class of ‘66 had graduated three years back. You wonder if Soda had ever had the same thoughts about you as he did with Sandy.
The record spun round and round as it played the soft hum of “I’ll be seeing you” by Jimmy Durante. Soda had his eyes on yours as you both swayed together to the slow, romantic song. You smiled softly as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“I love you, Pepsi-Cola.”
He grinned when you confessed to him the words you have many times before.
“I love you too..that’s why I gotta tell you somethin’.”
You raised your eyebrows at that. He seems happy..is he actually doing it? Is he proposing?
“I..got drafted. I’m gonna be fightin’ in Vietnam..”
You froze as he said that. Your whole world felt like it had crashed. You knew about the war going on, everyone did, but you didn’t think he would get drafted.
“Hey, hey. Don’t worry, everything will be ok. I’ll write to you everyday and it’ll be like I never left.”
You shook your head and you felt the tightness in your throat and the sting in your eyes.
“No, Soda. This isn’t alright! You can’t just tell me you’ve gotten drafted to war and say everything will be ok.”
He shook his head and cupped his hands around your face to make you look up at him. He was hurting as much as you were but you knew he’d never show it, he had to stay strong.
“Shh..I promise I’ll make it back to my girl. I love you, you know that I always keep my promises.”
He tried to smile at you but his chin quivered as your glossy eyes met his. You knew this draft would affect your relationship, but you’ll never know how until the day comes.
Can’t remember how to say your name
Let alone count all the freckles on your face
A distant memory that I used to know
Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go
The train station is crowded it’s like the whole town is here and you can’t help but wander how it’ll be like when it’s time to pick them up four years from now. You fiddle with your necklace around your neck as you watch Sodapop say goodbye to each of his buddies one by one. Your heart aches as you watch Soda’s face. He’s smiling but it never meets his eyes. His eyes aren’t bright like they usually are and you doubt they’ll ever be again.
You shift on your feet as Soda stands infront of you. He puts his duffel bag down on the ground next to him and he tilts his head as he looks at you. He’s already wearing his uniform.. military uniform. You feel like you’re going to break down right now and you belive Soda feels the same exact way.
“Soda, let’s just run away! Come on, let’s go now. Let’s just ditch this whole thing-”
He shook his head and cupped your face with one hand so he could wipe away any stray tears.
“We can’t. I can’t.”
The train horn blew once again and your stomach turned. You shake your head and the tears pool in your eyes.
“Soda, don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”
You begged him to stay but all he could do was pull you into his arms and let you cry into his chest. Your hands clung to his body like it could keep him there with you until forever. He pulled back just a bit to see your face. He smiled and grabbed something out of his pocket.
“Hey…I got somethin’ for ya. I want you to have it so if you ever miss me you can wear it.”
He pulled out a ring box and he opened it. It’s a ring band..an engagement ring.
“Soda…”
He looked like he was going to break down but he kept his smile as he looked at you, the smile never meeting his eyes. He took the ring out of the small box and put it on your finger.
“When I get back we’ll get married. I’ll make it fancier than somethin’ like this train station. Promise.”
You looked down at the ring on your finger before tackling him into another hug. But that was cut short by the conductor blowing the horn and yelling for people to get on the train. Jerk.
“Don’t go!”
Soda quickly grabbed his duffle bag before running to the train. You stifled a laugh but the tears ran down your face. He got on the train and the gang stayed with you, of course they would. You all stared at the train but your head snapped when you heard your name from an open train window and a smiling Sodapop Curtis.
“Bring her up here, I never got to give a proper goodbye to my girl!”
You laughed and hurried over. The group helped you up and your lips connected with your lovely boyfriends. You wished this could have lasted forever but nothing good ever does.
“I love you to the moon and back.”
Soda grins against your lips before leaning back.
“I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”
The train horn whistles a final blow before it starts moving against the tracks. The boys hoist you down and Sodas head still sticks out the train window. He puts his arm out too which lead to him waving like crazy.
“I’ll write to ya’ll!! Keep a Coke in the icebox until I come back!”
Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go
Can’t remember when you said you called
Miles away and it’s still my fault
The love you said you had, it sometimes showed
Oh, I guess that’s the way things go
The letters flowed from week to week. You loved reading how Sodapop got along with all his new buddies and it made you smile. You read about how much he missed you, how he longed for these four years to be over so he could come back home and get married…
Three years and six months. That’s how long Soda has been in Vietnam and now you’ve got about a thousand letters in a huge box dedicated to him. But one day in June the letters just stopped. You waited and waited for just a letter. One letter is all you need but it never came.
You sat on the Curtis brothers porch in the hot weather of July. You fidgeted with the engagement ring on your finger. Your mind drifts off as you stare down at your ring. You imagine the life you are going to have with him but your dreams are cut off by six boots infront of you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Soda?”
But when you lift your head up you’re met with three sorrowful soldiers. One soldier infront holding a military uniform with the name tag “Soda Curtis”.
He sure did keep his promise of coming back but not in the way you expected. The Coke that’s in the ice box will never be touched because that’s the very last thing Soda told the gang to do. You now have his military uniform and the shining band around your finger you vowed to never take off. You just wish he had something of yours so in his final moments he’d always have apart of you…
Oh, I guess that’s the way things go
There’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy
And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try
Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind
But I guess that’s the way things go
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I would write in flaming letters “You’re my one and only love”
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Ultimate trio…what social classes should they be??? Mix of grease and Soc?
The one that got away…
D Winston x reader
Warnings: angst , death , guns , etc.
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“Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof”
“Talk about our future like we had a clue”
You perched yourself up on the top of your roof with that crippling anxiety of falling off in the back of your mind. Dallas was already sitting up there with a bottle of whiskey, that he stole from your parent’s stash in the basement, with that careless grin plastered on his face. You moved a bit closer to him as your eyes scanned the whole neighborhood.
“The west side.”
Dallas murmured under his breath with disgust but it left when his eyes met you.
“Never thought I’d be sitting on some Socs roof without spray paint or a sledge hammer.”
You rolled your eyes and turned your gaze back to him then down to the whiskey bottle.
“Well you are. Plus, you stole my parent’s whiskey out of their basement!”
“Pfft- whatever, man. I would’ve just stolen it at a store anyway. Don’t matter if it’s your daddy’s liquor.”
With that he took a swig out of the whiskey bottle. You grimaced at him, how disgusting you thought. He smirked when he pulled the bottle back from his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Take a swig, Doll. Ain’t gonna kill ya.”
You looked at the whiskey bottle that he was shaking in his hand like it was a piece of candy. You hesitated as he told you to drink it. You didn’t want but you took it from his hand, anyway.
“You only live once.”
He smirked and nodded before turning his head to look at that rich neighborhood that he’ll despise til the day he dies.
“Atta girl! Next thing you know you’re gonna be wearing leather jackets and carrying a blade wit’ ya.”
You shook your head and your face looked like you just ate a fresh lemon after you took a swig. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before passing the bottle back to Dallas.
“Here, I don’t think I can drink anymore.”
He shrugged his shoulders before snatching the bottle out of your hand and giving the bottle another quick swig. You pulled your knees into your chest as you stared out into the neighbor hood. The clean streets, the polished mustangs, the rich houses, it doesn’t mean anything to you but to people like Dallas..that just means you’re a stuck up baby. You cleared your throat.
“I hope my parents don’t find out about this. You know, sitting up on the roof with a bottle of their whiskey..with a hoodlum.”
He stared at you as you spoke before snorting like this whole thing was a huge joke.
“God, who gives a shit if they find out? What’re they gonna do, huh? Call the fuzz? Ban me from seeing my girl? Pfft- no way.”
You shrugged your shoulders hesitantly.
“Yea but..it was just a ‘what if’. Like..what if they do?”
“Well ain’t nothing gonna stop me from seeing my girl. If they try I ain’t gonna give two shits! No way, man.”
You smiled as you turned your head to look at him and just as expected he was looking right back at you.
“You mean it?”
“You know damn well I meant every word. And so what if they don’t accept us? Shit, I got a brain, I know people and I know places where we can go.”
Dallas isn’t good at expressing his feelings and I guess this was his way of saying “I love you”? But you don’t think he’d ever say that to you, not now or til the day he dies. He’s got a reputation to keep up, remember?
“Never planned that one day I’d be losing you”
“Dallas you can’t be going, you’re already injured your gonna get hurt-”
He was pacing back and forth in your living room before snapping his head back to you.
“Hey! I’m goin’, man, and you can’t tell me shit, you hear? I’m gonna’ fight for Johnny, those boys need me. I don’t care if you like it or not.”
His words stung as he starred daggers into your eyes. This doesn’t feel right, not at all. But before you could respond to his coldness he rushed out of your house..not even with a goodbye.
That’s why now you’re running down your perfect paved streets barefoot, with your breathing frantic. You had gotten a frantic call from Darrel Curtis saying that Dallas is doing something stupid and you need to head to the vacant lot. You tried to be quick as you ran, but you kept stumbling over your own feet. You hurriedly tried to run to the lot as you saw a group of boys running infront of you. You ran past them as you panted trying to get some air in your aching body but what you saw made your breathing stop. Cops…guns..Dallas. Dallas holding a heater at the cops?
Crack
The gun shot rang through the silent night.
Dal’s body tumbled down the hill and fell on the cold, cracked road. The yells and screams from the gang surrounded you. The feeling of the cold air made you feel like you were frozen in place. You were too late, everyone was.
“In another life”
“I’d be your girl”
“We’d keep all our promises”
“Be us against the world”
The crisp new autumn air tugged on your hair as you headed to a place you never thought would. Dally’s grave. You sat down next to him as you looked up at the setting sky. Normally it would never be this quiet between the two of you, but now it’s just one left. All you’re left with are your thoughts or ‘what if’s’. But you knew Dallas would have ended up this way no matter what you did right or wrong. You just wish it didn’t happen so soon.
“In another life”
“I would make you stay”
“So I don’t have to say you were”
“The one that got away”
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I’ve been obsessed with the song “Forever” in Liars Moon for months! I wish the song was actually recorded and released not just for the movie! 😭
Paparazzi
Soda C x Reader
Warnings: sappy Sodapop Curtis, obsessed reader
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We are the crowd
We’re coming out
Got my flash on, it’s true
Need that picture of you
It’s so magical
We’d be fantastical
You and Sodapop Curtis have been friends for a long while. Too long. Your stomach turns every time you see him smile at another girl that flirts with him at the DX. Every single time. There’s always that usual group of girls that are preppy Soc wannabes. They want his attention. They want him. You can’t help the fact you want him too.
“You know what’s weird?”
You leaned back against the gas pump as Soda worked on an old car. He was under it and you couldn’t help but admire the way his hands worked on the car.
“Lots of things are weird. Like this car has the right gas but-”
You cut him off not caring about the junky car.
“Yeah, yeah. But we’ve been friends for so long and we have no pictures together.”
He was quiet for a few seconds as he worked on the car. You shifted on your feet as you looked over at him. You thought you were being subtle but you just really want a picture of the gorgeous man you’re luckily friends with.
“Yeah..I guess you’re right. I only got one picture of me and Steve. I wish I got a camera-”
“I got a camera! Hold on I left it inside, let me get it real quick.”
You couldn’t help the butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach. You got to take a picture with your handsome best friend.
You quickly grabbed the camera that you got for your birthday last year before subtly fixing your hair before walking back outside. When you got outside Soda was out from under the car and was wiping the grease off his hands with a rag. You smiled at him and he returned it.
“Here. Now we can finally get a picture together and I’ll get one with Steve and you.”
He grinned and nodded his head.
“Great. How do I look? Do I look like the finest guy in Tulsa?”
Your heart stammered and you smiled. You were gonna agree but you decided to swat his arm anyway and just laugh.
“You’re so conceited it’s sickening.”
You fixed the camera before holding it up. Soda stood next to you and he put his arm around your waist for the picture. You felt your face heat up and the camera clicked, a white flash occurring. After a few seconds you put the camera down and you took the printed photo out of the camera. You smiled to yourself as you looked at the photo. You couldn’t wait to flaunt this picture to all your friends. You took a picture with the Sodapop Curtis.
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
but this photo of us it don’t have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
“Whoa! You got a picture with that hottie?”
Your friends were over for whatever reason. You mostly wanted them over to flaunt the gorgeous picture you had hung up on your desk with all the other pictures you had with your friends.
“Yep.”
“Lucky, he’s so cute!”
“I wish I got a picture with him.”
“So…are you guys like going steady or something?”
You jumped at that last question by one of your friends.
“What? No. Nuh uh. We’re just friends.”
Your friend’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“So he put his hand on your wait for a picture just for you guys to be friends? Sure..”
You bit the inside of your cheek as you let your friends word sink into your head. Soon everyone else there started to agree to what she said and you couldn’t help but think about Sodas feelings.
You held the photo in your hand as your eyes looked at Sodas gleaming face. He has grease on his face and hands but he’s still cute. He has a smile that can bright up the whole sky. You just wish you were more than friends.
‘Cause you know that baby I’m your biggest fan
I’ll follow you until you love me
Paparazzi
Baby, there’s no other superstar
You know that I’ll be your paparazzi
You were sat in the diner booth with Steve, Evie and of course Soda. Soda had invited you to tag along since he “didn’t want to be alone.” You were glad to tag along since you liked Evie and Soda. You got to be by his side the whole time and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Soda and Steve sat across from you and Evie in the booth so you both could get a good look at the boys. You smiled as Soda talked about cars or drag races which you had no interest in. But what you liked was how his eyes would light up when he talked about his interests or how his smile would grow when he knew you were watching him.
“Steve, remember when Two-bit chugged so much beer it came out of his nose?”
Sodapop chuckled and you raised your eyebrows, so did Evie. Steve rolled his eyes and slapped Soda on the back of his head
“That was me doofus!”
You and Evie snickered. You loved watching Soda and Steve interact it was funny seeing two best friends having a great connection.
“Guys, please don’t fight I want to enjoy my burger.”
Evie shook her head as she spoke and you giggled.
“Oh, yeah? You want to take this outside, buddy?”
“Maybe I do.”
Steve and Soda started ruffling each other’s hair but they started to die down when extra fries came to the table. You sipped on your Coke and glanced around the diner then back at the table. You laughed when Soda grabbed the tomato off your burger and you rolled your eyes.
“What?”
“Did you just take my tomato?”
He shrugged before grinning.
“I know you don’t like em’ so I took it.”
You nodded your head before closing your burger.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, sugar.”
He winked at you and you felt like your stomach was filled with butterflies.
When everyone was done eating it was time to head out since it was already getting dark. Steve and Evie walked together and you and Soda were left alone.
You both walked side by side on the cracked Tulsa pavements. You guys didn’t talk about anything in particular just everything that was on both of your minds.
“So Goofys a dog?”
“No he drives a car, Soda.”
“Didn’t Mickey drive a boat?”
You tilted your head in thought but shook your head.
“That’s steamboat Willy.”
“They’re the same mouse!”
You and Soda started to laugh as you continued to walk to your house. The sky was filled with stars that lit up the whole sky. You glanced over at Soda who was looking up at the stars as you both walked.
“You’re gonna trip, Soda.”
“Nope..looks I can do this backwards.”
He started to walk backwards as his eyes stayed looking up at the sky. You shook your head before you both got closer to your house.
“You know, I never realized how pretty something so far away could be.”
You looked over at him and shrugged your shoulders.
“The stars are pretty.”
His eyes landed on your face as you looked up at the stars. Sure you were talking about stars but he was talking about you.
“You know, if I had a lasso I could capture one of the stars for you.”
You laughed and you both continued walking up towards your drive way.
“I’m serious. Whatever you want I’ll get it for you.”
His words were sincere but how would you tell him that you want him?
You both stood on your front porch with Soda infront of you.
“I had fun tonight.”
“Me too, we need to do that more often. Maybe just us next time.”
You smiled softly and nodded your head.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
He grinned widely as he looked at you. His eyes lingered on your face longer than they should be.
“Great. Let’s call it a date!”
Your mouth fell open but you couldn’t speak. He chuckled before stepping off your porch and trying to moon walk down your drive way.
“See you later pretty baby!”
Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you’ll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Paparazzi
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Girlies!!
Here are some ideas of the different writing I will be posting! I already posted Norman F Rockwell! 😚
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