Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕
stupid cupid ꨄ︎
sodapop curtis x fem!reader
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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT
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reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders
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1609 words, 8588 characters
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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy
i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly
it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.
i’m in love and it’s a crying shame
and i know that you’re the one to blame
“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.
he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.
“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.
the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.
soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.
he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.
hey, hey set me free
stupid cupid, stop picking on me
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
i cant do my homework and i cant think straight
“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.
“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.
i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight
i’m acting like a lovesick fool
you even got me carrying your books to school
how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.
“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?
your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.
you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.
“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“
“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.
you mixed me up for good right from the very start
hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart
the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.
soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.
he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.
soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.
but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.
he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.
“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.
soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.
“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.
“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”
sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”
“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.
you got me jumping like a crazy clown
and i don’t feature what you’re putting down
once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.
during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?
but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.
“y’need me to walk you up?”
“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.
“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.
in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.
when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.
“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.
well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine
the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine
all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.
still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.
stupid cupid, sodapop thought.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭
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Hi can you do ponyboy with reader who hard on themselves because they doesn't wanna get bad grades <3
can i borrow a pencil? ꨄ︎
ponyboy curtis x reader
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this req was so cute :) thank you anon !!
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fear of failure i guess? other than that i don’t think there’s any more
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689 words, 3615 characters
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the school bell rang, creating an obnoxious sound that made you grit your teeth. but at least you could go home.
you and ponyboy only had a few of the same classes together, and by the time the end of the day hit, you were about ready to toss yourself into his arms once you saw him.
just as you were on your way out the door, heavy backpack full of textbooks slung over one shoulder, you heard your teacher call your name.
“hey, can i see you for a sec?” he said, beckoning you over with his index finger. you paused for a second in the door, contemplating what you did before you obeyed and walked back over to his desk.
he looked up at you, sighed, and took off his clear glasses, those circular eyeglasses that he so stupidly wore, full of pretentiousness as he claimed that glasses made man look more dignified or whatever. not that you cared anyways.
his interlocked his fingers and held his hands underneath his nose and sighed deeply again. you were annoyed at this point. he’s so far wasted about two mins of time that you could be taking to walk home, according to the crooked black clock placed on the wall. “do i need to make an adjustment for you?” he finally asked.
“i’m sorry?” you tilted your head to the side as if you heard him incorrectly. an adjustment?
your teacher simply grabs a paper out the drawer and puts it on the desk, a bright red letter circled on the top right of it. and your heart sank when you saw. you had gotten a c. you had gotten a c on your test.
“there’s no way..” you mumbled, grabbing the paper into your hands and looking closer as if the grade would change once you blinked.
“there is a way. this is unacceptable, and i’m sorry but if you can’t keep your grade at least higher than a b-, you cannot be in this class.” he smacked his lips, turning his attention back to the computer. you threw your head back and internally groaned as you made your way for the door.
while you walked home, you decided to stop by the curtis house. you just had to see ponyboy, hoping he would provide you at least some relief from this feeling of failure.
you opened the door to find it surprisingly unlocked, before assuming two bit or johnny had come over beforehand and forgot to lock it.
you moped over to your boyfriend’s room and opened the door. he bolted upright up, his book falling over to the side as you plopped onto his bed with your arms over your eyes.
“hi?” pony said, shifting his knee to nudge your head. all you did was groan.
“pony, i think i’m dumb.” you finally said, peeking at him through the small gap between your arms. you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “you ain’t dumb.”
“yes i am. i can’t believe i got a c on my test. i’ve half a mind to drop out and get it over with.”
“stop sayin’ that, you’re not dumb.” he tells you, knocking his knee against your head a little harder this time.
“ow! wha’s that for?”
“tryna to knock some sense into you.” he replied nonchalantly before he did it again. “cut it out.” you said, swatting at his leg.
“then say you’re not dumb.” he knocked your head again.
“i’m not dumb, i just—“
“listen, if you’re so worried about it then why don’t i just help you study for a retake?” he said, leaning over you and pulling your elbows away from your face. “there are no retakes, ponyboy.”
“then for the next test. le’s start right now, i’ll help you with some notes.” he got up, and grabbed one of his notebooks off of his desk.
“pony?”
“yeah?”
you looked at him for a second, admiring how he was so willing to help you. how he actually cared. ponyboy was the best boyfriend ever in your eyes, nothing could ruin that.
“can i borrow a pencil?”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sorry this took a bit !! i’ve been busy with schoolwork and wanted to write it comfortably without everything on my mind 🫶 hope you enjoy !!
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