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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 1 month ago

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A Surprise Worth Celebrating

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

The sun beats down hard, hot enough to turn your black graduation gown into a personal sauna. Sweat clings to your neck, but you smile anyway -- at the dean up front, at the kids tossing beach balls behind you, at your mom trying to wave discreetly from the stands.

But your eyes keep drifting.

Row H. End seat. Three in from the aisle. The one you had secretly hoped would hold someone impossible.

You already know he’s not there. Jason had warned you.

“The schedule’s insane this week. I'm sorry. I hate it. I hate not being there.”

You told him it was okay. That just hearing his voice on the phone before the ceremony was enough. That you understood.

You lied.

Because no FaceTime, no text, no bouquet arriving a day late could replace the feeling of seeing him -- Jason, in real life, in this crowd, yelling your name like the world should be proud of you just for existing.

You adjust your stole again. Fidget with your cap. Try not to cry.

The keynote speaker is talking about purpose and passion, about the "next chapter of life" and "rising to the moment," but it all fades to white noise.

You glance back once more -- habit, not hope.

And your heart slams against your ribs.

He’s there.

You blink hard.

Jason Schmidt. Wearing a wrinkled Henley, baseball cap pulled low, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing in the world worth seeing.

You stare.

He grins. Lopsided. The grin. That grin.

“Still got a flair for the dramatic, huh?” he calls, just loud enough for you to hear.

You don’t think. You just move.

Dodging past folding chairs, kicking up grass, you throw yourself into his arms before your name’s even called. The crowd lets out a collective, amused aww, but you barely notice it.

You’re sobbing. You’re laughing. You’re real.

And so is he.

“I thought--” you start, your breath catching.

“I wasn’t gonna miss this,” he says, holding you tighter. “Took the red-eye. Borrowed some lady’s Uber app at JFK. Haven’t slept.”

You laugh into his shoulder. “You smell like an airport.”

He chuckles. “And you look like a dream.”

Your name echoes from the stage, the dean calling you forward. You pull back, dizzy and beaming.

Jason nudges you toward the platform. “Go get it, college girl.”

And you do.

When you turn to find him again, diploma in hand and pride swelling in your chest, you see him still in Row H. End seat. Cheering like a lunatic. Beaming like he never left.

The chair isn’t empty anymore.

And neither are you.

#jason schmidt #jason schmidt x reader #fanfic

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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Missed You In LA

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

You still thought about that night in LA sometimes -- the music, the lights, the way Jason had smiled so wide when the crowd sang along to that line in Little Blue World. You’d never screamed louder at a concert in your life. But more than anything, you remembered the way he looked at you near the barricade after the final bow, like he knew you. Like maybe you weren’t just another face in the crowd.

And he tried. You saw him start toward you, heart in your throat, only for security to gently redirect him back toward the green room. He glanced over his shoulder as he was led away, eyebrows furrowed like he wasn’t ready to leave yet.

Neither were you.

Months passed.

You told yourself to move on -- after all, what were the odds of seeing him again? But then, on your birthday, your best friend handed you an envelope with a plane ticket and a playbill tucked inside. The Outsiders. In New York. Starring Jason Schmidt.

You’d never packed faster.

The lights dimmed, and the room swelled with energy as Jason stepped onto the stage. He was different up here -- grittier, powerful, but somehow still him. Still that same boy who smiled like music poured out of him.

He didn’t see you right away. But during the curtain call, his eyes scanned the crowd -- and then they stopped. His breath visibly hitched.

You froze.

And then he lit up. Like someone had turned on a spotlight inside him.

He whispered something to the castmate beside him, then to a crew member hovering in the wings. The next thing you knew, a woman with a headset tapped your shoulder and asked, “Are you y/n?”

Your voice caught. “Uh… yeah?”

“Come with me. Jason asked for you.”

Your legs shook as you followed her backstage, weaving through actors still half in costume and tech crew coiling wires. And then there he was. Standing just off stage, eyes wide and a little nervous like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You came,” he said, barely louder than a whisper.

You smiled, heart thudding in your chest. “Happy birthday to me, I guess.”

He laughed softly, stepping closer until he could take your hands in his. “I saw you in LA. After the show. I was this close to getting to you, but--” He sighed, squeezing your fingers. “I thought about that night way more than I probably should’ve.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Jason searched your face like he was trying to memorize it this time. “I told myself if I ever got the chance again, I’d make sure I didn’t miss it.”

“Well,” you teased, “you didn’t.”

He grinned. “Not this time.”

You stayed backstage for a long time -- long enough that someone brought you both water and Jason finally relaxed into the seat beside you, still in partial costume but totally focused on you. He asked about your life, your birthday, what you thought of the show. And every answer he gave, every laugh, every stolen glance?

Felt like making up for lost time.

#jason schmidt #jason schmidt x reader #fanfic

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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From Heartbreak to Home (Part Five)

Sodapop Curtis x Winston!Reader (Final Part!!)

You make your way to Ace's house, the journey familiar from the countless number of times you've made it before. As you approach, you can hear music and laughter coming from inside. You open the already unlocked door, taking a step in. "Hello?"

"In here!" You hear a shout from the living room. It sounds like Ace.

You enter the living room to see Ace sitting on the couch with Two-Bit and Steve. There's cigarettes hanging from their lips and beers in their hands. They all look up at your arrival, a chorus of greetings coming your way.

"Hey guys. It's good to see you." You say, smiling.

Two-Bit sits up, his grin widening. "Look who it is! Come on over and grab a seat."

After a much needed day of hanging out with the gang, you return to the Curtis house, just as you had promised Soda earlier. When you got there, Soda wasn't in the living room. Weird, you thought, he definitely should've been home from work by now. "Hey, Darry, where's Soda?"

Darry looks over at you from the kitchen, his expression turning serious at your question. "He's in his room. I think he wants to be left alone right now, doll."

You furrowed your brows at that. "He say why?"

"No, he didn't say much. Just said he needed some time to himself, something about 'sorting things out'. He shut his door and hasn't come out since." Darry shook his head, his expression showing concern for his younger brother.

You sighed. There are definite times where Soda gets really worked up and wants to try to figure it our by himself, not wanting to worry anyone else. It's been happening since his parents died. "He might be angry, but I'm gonna go check on him. Wish me luck."

Darry nods at your words, not trying to stop you, knowing how stubborn Soda can be when he wants to be alone. "Good luck. Just, be careful, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks, Dar." You walk off towards Soda's room, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. Once you got to the door, you knock gently. Soda doesn't respond, so you open it slowly. The curtains are drawn and the lights are off, the only bit of illumination coming from an old street lamp shining through the window. You can faintly make out Soda's figure on the bed, his back to you. "Soda?"

There's a brief moment of silence before Soda's voice drifts out from the darkness of the room, roughly and just a bit irritated, "Yeah?"

"You okay?" You knew that was a stupid question.

"I'm fine. I just- want to be alone right now, alright?"

You sighed. "You sure? It's alright to want someone to talk to, you know?"

Soda lets out a soft huff of breath, his shoulders slightly tensing at your words. There's a moment of silence before he replies, "I'm sure. I just need some time. It's better this way, for everyone."

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be right outside in the living room, okay? You won't be bothering me, I promise."

"Thanks, darlin'. I'll keep that in mind."

"Okay." You smiled softly before closing his door and sitting against it.

For a while, there is no sound from inside Soda's room, the only sound you can hear are the faint noises of the house settling and the occasional car passing by outside. Then, after a while, you hear a soft sound from behind the door, a barely audible sniffle. Your heart aches at the sound of Soda quietly crying. You can hear him trying to suppress his sobs, his breaths coming out heavy and uneven. Part of you wants to respect his wishes, but you can't just sit there and let him suffer alone. You stand up and take a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. You close the door behind you and then approach Soda.

Soda doesn't seem to notice you enter, his back still turned away from you. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. It's only when you're a few feet away that he finally lifts his head and looks at you, his eyes rimmed red with tears and his cheeks wet.

"I'm sorry, I know you said-" You start.

Soda cuts you off, his voice slightly strained, "No, it's alright. You don't have to apologize. I just didn't wanna burden anyone."

You sighed softly. "You're not a burden. Especially not to me."

"I want to be strong. For everyone. I don't want anyone to worry about me." Soda's gaze drops to his hands in his lap.

"It's alright." You sit down in front of him on the bed.

Soda lets out another sigh as you sit down in front of him. He still can't bring himself to look at you, his eyes fixated on his hands, which are now clenched into tight fists. "I just don't want to seem weak."

"You're not weak. I promise."

Soda finally looks up at you and manages a small, strained smile. "You always know exactly what to say. It's nice."

You reach out a gently wipe some of Soda's tears off his face.

His breath hitches slightly as your hand comes up to wipe away his tears. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment as he lets out a soft, shuddering breath. He's always been good at hiding his emotions, but there's something about you that makes him weak. It's like you have the power to break down the walls he's built up around himself, to see past the tough exterior he's so used to wearing like a second skin. He doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you, his eyes scanning your face like he's trying to memorize every little detail. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a gentle, almost unconscious gesture.

"Do you need anything, Soda? You asked softly, trying not to break the tender moment between the two of you.

"Just... just stay. Please."

"Of course."

Soda feels an immediate wave of relief wash over him at your words. His shoulders slump slightly as he lets the tension leave his body. His grips on your hand tightens, almost like he's afraid you'll leave him if he lets go.

You moved to lay down on his bed, gesturing for him to come join you. "C'mere."

It feels almost natural the way he follows you, moving to lay down next to you. His heart is pounding in his chest as he lays down beside you, his body pressed against your side.

You run your hand through his hair, choosing a few separate strands to play with.

Soda lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of your hand running through his hair, his eyes closing as he lets himself relax against you. Your touch is soothing, the way your fingers gently caress his head and toy with his hair making his heart flutter in his chest. He turns his head slightly to look at you, his eyes opening and fixing on your face. For a moment, he just watches you, his gaze taking in the sight of you lying next to him. A soft, small smile pulls at his lips. It's a smile that's different from his usual cocky smirk, softer and more genuine.

"You okay?" You ask, checking up on him and his emotions.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. I just needed this. Needed you." Soda admits quietly.

In that moment, you silently promised yourself and Soda that you would never let him feel this alone again.

#sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #the outsiders #x reader #fanfic

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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Cop: you have the right to remain silent

Soda: I choose to waive that right

Soda: *Screams*

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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From Heartbreak to Home (Part Four)

Sodapop Curtis x Winston!Reader

In the morning, you wake up before Soda. You try not to shift too much, not wanting to wake him from his peaceful slumber.

Soda sleeps pretty deeply, and your little shifts don't wake him. He's got his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face pressed against the top of your head. His body is warm and relaxed in sleep.

After a little while longer, you start to get bored. In efforts to wake Soda up peacefully, you tilt your head back and press little kisses to his jaw.

He lets out a soft hum in his sleep as you press kisses to his jaw, the feeling of your lips waking him up slowly. He groans a bit, shifting against you slightly, as he slowly comes to consciousness. Soda's eyes slowly flutter open, and to his surprise, you're still there. A small sense of disbelief washes over him as he looks at you, his sleepy mind still adjusting to the fact that you stayed with him all night. "Damn, you really stayed."

You were a bit confused by his comment. "Why wouldn't I?"

Soda swallows thickly at your words. He can't quite say why he thought you might leave, but the thought that you stayed with him, that you wanted to stay with him, makes his heart race. He pulls you closer against him, muttering, "I ain't used to this. I ain't used to someone sticking around."

You found it really upsetting that someone as sweet and beautiful as Soda was treated so terribly in his past relationships. "Well, get used to it."

He smiles at your words, feeling especially loved and wanted in that moment.

A small giggle erupted from your throat. You were about to say something else, when you heard Darry call from the kitchen.

Soda's heart skips a beat at the sound of Darry's voice coming from the kitchen, the realization that this moment was now over. He groans internally, part of him not wanting to leave the comfort, the safety, of having you held tight against his chest for even one second.

You sighed. "Guess it's time to officially wake up."

"Yeah, darlin', I guess it is. C'mon." Soda presses a light kiss to the top of your head before he pulls himself up into a sitting position. He rubs a hand across his face, ruffling his hair as he mutters, "I could get used to waking up with you like this."

"Me too." You smiled brightly at how sweet Soda was being. Sure, he was always one of the kindest people you knew, but how sentimental he was right now, you had never seen this side of him before.

Soda's heart flutters in his chest at your smile, the thought that you'd want to continue waking up with him made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before reaching out a hand to help you up, his voice a soft rumble, "C'mon, doll, let's see what Darry wants."

You grabbed Soda's hand, slowly leading him out of his room. Your hands were tightly intertwined, making it clear that Soda wasn't letting go anytime soon. As you reach the kitchen, you see Darry and Ponyboy sitting at the table, Pony eating a slice of toast. "Morning, Darry, Pony."

Darry looks up from the paper he's reading as you enter, his eyes drifting between yours and Soda's still intertwined hands. His lips curl into a small smirk as he mutters, "Morning, you two. Sleep well?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah, not too bad." Darry let out a soft huff of breath, the sight of you, Soda, and the clear tension not lost on him.

Ponyboy looks up, his mouth still full of toast, giving you a mumbled, "Hi."

"Hi, Pony." You respond, ruffling his hair gently with your free hand.

Ponyboy swallows the mouthful of toast he's just taken before giving you a small smile. He glances at your hands before a small mischievous small appears on his lips.

You moved to sit by Pony, letting go of Soda's hand in the process. You loved talking to Ponyboy, your conversations were always intelligent and super interesting. You thought of him as a little brother. "Whatcha reading?"

Ponyboy's smile widens as you sit down next to him, always happy to spend time with you. He lifts up the book he's reading, showing you the cover, as he mutters, "Just some old western story. It's pretty good so far."

"Looks good. You'll have to tell me all about it." You looked up at Soda, gently nodding for him to sit down and stop looking so nervous.

Soda nods, a small smirk on his lips. He moves to sit down next to you, his arm casually draped over your chair.

Darry takes notice immediately and lets out a small chuckle. "Had a good night, eh, Sodapop?"

You look over to see Soda's cheeks immediately get redder. "Yeah, not too bad."

Darry lets out a soft huff of breath, a smirk on his lips as he glances between Soda's arm around you and the way the two of you are sitting so close to each other, his voice sarcastic as he asserts, "Clearly not too bad."

You rolled your eyes playfully, enjoying the banter between brothers. "Oh yeah, Darry? Where's your girl? Oh wait-" You defended Soda from even more embarrassment.

Darry chuckles at your words, clearly appreciating your defense of Soda. He looks you up and down before replying, his voice still sarcastic, "Touche. You know I ain't seein' anyone right now."

"Right. Get on that!" You smirked at him. You wanted nothing more than the Curtis brothers to be happy. They had been through way too much.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get on that... soon." Darry laughs, running a hand lazily through his hair.

Soda lets out a breath as he watches you tease Darry, a small smirk still on his lips at your ability to banter with his older brother. He reaches over and squeezes your thigh lightly, appreciating the way you can make the atmosphere light and playful.

You look over at Soda, admiring the pure joy on his face. He was always a happy-go-lucky guy, but you knew he had been faking it more recently.

The sigh of you happy makes Soda feel warm all over. He gives you a soft smile in return, lacing his fingers through yours where they sit on your thigh.

Darry glances over at the two of you, still smiling as he watches the affectionate exchanges between you and Soda. He clears his throat, his voice slightly teasing, "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that, right?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Darry." You chuckle.

Ponyboy lets out a snort of laughter at your response, knowing full well that you're playing ignorant to tease Darry.

Darry rolls his eyes in response. "Yeah, right. You're about as innocent as a damn rattlesnake."

You shrugged playfully, and everyone fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, Soda stood up from the table, reluctantly letting go of your hand. "Guess I gotta head off to work. You gonna be alright?"

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Yeah, of course. I'll probably go hang with Ace for a bit." As you two were the only girls in the gang, you spent a lot of time together. You loved the boys' company, but Ace just understood you a lot better, and you understood her.

Soda nods, a small sense of relief washing over him at your answer. He looks over at you for a moment before leaning forward and pressing a quick, but firm, kiss to your lips. He pulls back, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, before he speaks, "Just, be careful. Alright, darlin'?"

"Always am." You assured.

His hand reaches out to ruffle your hair affectionately. "Yeah, I know. I just worry, that's all."

Darry lets out a soft chuckle at Soda's words, unable to resist teasing him a little more. "Soda here's going soft on us. Never thought I'd see the day."

You laughed. "Soda's always been softer than you two."

"Can't argue with that. Soda's always been the sensitive one of us boys." Darry nodded, agreeing with your sentiment.

"And that's alright." You look over at Soda, making sure he knew it was okay to be softer than his brothers.

Soda rolls his eyes at Darry's words, his cheeks turning slightly pink at being referred to as the 'sensitive one'. Darry can't help but chuckle again, clearly enjoying teasing his younger brother.

Ponyboy purely grins at your defense of Soda. He was grateful that his brother had someone like you in his life.

You winked at Soda as he started to walk out the front door.

Soda looked over at Darry and Ponyboy, both of whom are teasingly making kissy faces at him. "You're all a bunch of clowns, you know that?"

Darry and Ponyboy just lean back in their chairs and laugh. They wave at him good-naturedly as he heads out, not letting him leave without some last-minute teasing.

After a few more moments, you stand up from the table. "Alright. I think I'll head out now. Thank you guys. See you later?"

The brothers both nod in acknowledgment, both of them still laughing as they say their goodbyes. "Yeah, we'll see you later. Take care." Darry smiles as you walk out the door.

#sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #fanfic #outsiders musical #x reader

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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The Hard Launch to End All Hard Launches

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader (request!)

The cool night air buzzed with excitement outside the theater, fans gathered at the stage door still humming show tunes under their breath. You tucked Jason’s brown beanie a little lower over your head, the familiar warmth of it grounding you as flashes from phone cameras lit up the evening. It was supposed to be a subtle way of feeling close to him without actually saying hey, I’m dating the lead. Just a beanie. But this fandom was too clever.

You smiled politely, gave a few hugs, signed a Playbill, and ducked out into the night before things got too loud.

By morning, your phone was blowing up.

@jasonupdates: “ok so like… tell me this isn’t Jason’s beanie 😭😭😭” #jasondoorwatch #beaniegate

TikTok clips: “wait y’all… SHE’S WEARING THE BROWN BEANIE.” “I’ve watched every curtain call for three months and he’s never not worn it. Now suddenly? Gone. And SHE has it???”

You flopped on the couch, holding your phone up for Jason to see. He blinked at the flood of posts.

“Oh,” he said slowly, “they’re detectives.”

You snorted. “You’re just mad they cracked the code before we could.”

He chuckled, brushing a hand over his face. “So what now? Are we confirming the beanie rumors?”

You bit your lip, thinking. “Only if we do it our way.”

Jason squinted. “What way is that?”

You grinned, grabbing your red lipstick from your bag. “Trust me.”

Later that afternoon, Jason was still confused.

“Why are you wearing lipstick for a relationship reveal?” he asked, his eyes darting suspiciously between the bold crimson shade and your smug smile.

You didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, you leaned in and kissed him—hard and sudden, laughter caught between your lips as your arms looped around his neck. He froze for a split second, then melted into it, pulling you closer as if he finally understood the language you were speaking. One kiss turned into two, then three, and by the time you pulled back, his lips were red and smudged, your lipstick smeared all over his face like abstract art.

Jason blinked, dazed. “...Is this war paint?”

You burst out laughing. “No, baby. This is evidence.”

You pulled out your phone, flipping to the camera app, and held it up. Jason raised an eyebrow.

“We’re doing a hardlaunch,” you said, still catching your breath. “And this—” you motioned between your lipstick-smudged face and his slightly wrecked one, “—this is the thumbnail.”

Jason gave a crooked smile, leaned in to nuzzle your cheek, and whispered, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Post it.”

He did. Quietly, later that night, tucked into the middle of a photo dump like it was just another behind-the-scenes moment. No caption. Just a shot of your legs tangled with his on the couch, another of your shared coffee mugs, and then the one—him grinning like an idiot with red lipstick smeared across his jaw, and you in the background, holding up a peace sign with a kiss-swollen smile.

The internet didn’t need words. They knew.

And this time, it was your turn to break the news.

#jason schmidt #jason schmidt x reader #fanfic

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 4 months ago

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just the cutest

hey so I'm obsessed with this now

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 5 months ago

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From Heartbreak to Home

Sodapop Curtis x Winston!Reader (part three!)

It had been a month since the day you and Soda kissed. You had thought about it everyday and were finally ready to approach Soda about it. You hoped he felt the same, and you weren't about to intrude. As soon as you knew Soda was about to get off work, you walked over to the Curtis' house.

Soda, on the other hand, had an agonizingly long, tedious day at the DX. Recently, he had been struggling to get through his shifts, but he knew it was necessary to help keep his family afloat. After a long walk home, he walked up to his front door, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath before opening it. He stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him and heading into the living room, expecting to find his brothers, but instead he found you, sitting on the couch.

You look up at him and were suddenly wishing you were somewhere else. "Hi Soda."

Soda feels a wave of emotions surge through him as he sees you sitting on the couch, waiting for him. He stands there, a little bit stunned. "Hey darlin'." He says quietly, taking in your appearance. All the thoughts and emotions that have been rolling inside of him for the past month come rushing back to the forefront of his mind. He knows he needs to address the kiss between the two of you. But at the sight of you now, sitting on his couch, looking at him like that, all he wants to do is forget about everything else and pull you into his arms.

"How was work? You look exhausted." You mentally facepalm at how stupid you sounded. You know you need to be serious and talk about the relationship between you two, but you can't help but make small talk.

"Work was... long." He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, running a hand through his hair, releasing it from its usual greased-back style.

You nodded, gesturing for him to come sit on the couch.

Soda takes a moment to process your gesture before letting a small smile grace his face. He comes over to the couch and sits down, clearly not wanting to get too close to you.

You could tell he was hesitant to be anywhere near you. "Soda, it's okay. I'm not gonna pounce on you." You let out a small chuckle.

"I know you ain't gonna pounce on me, I'm just-" Soda cuts himself off, struggling to put his feelings into words. "It's just..., I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I know I shouldn't want to be close to you, know I shouldn't want you like this. Not after everything with Sandy..." He admits quietly, his hands clenching into fists in his lap.

You slowly moved your hands into Soda's lap, placing them over his hands, urging him to relax his fists. "Hey, relax. It's alright. I'm still your best friend. No matter what, you know that."

Soda feels his resolve wavering as you place your hands over his. The moment you make contact with his skin, a rush of warmth and heat courses through him, and he can't stop himself from opening his hands beneath yours instinctively. "I know you're my best friend, I just don't know how to do this. You're my friend... you're the most important person in my life... but now you want more. And I- I don't know if I can give you that yet."

"It's okay." You whisper. "I'm here. Whether you want me or not, I'm here. I'm willing to wait."

"That's part of the problem." Soda mutters. "You're willing to wait for me to figure it all out... you're willing to put up with my confusion. You're too damn patient with me."

You scoff in disbelief. "C'mon. You deserve love and patience."

Soda shakes his head, a wave of guilt rushing through him. "Maybe I do. But you deserve better than me. You deserve someone who can make a decision, someone who isn't a complete mess."

"Soda, stop it." You moved your hands to either side of his face, forcing him to look at you. "It's okay. I understand. That doesn't make you any less lovable." You notice a bit of grease on his face, wiping it off quickly with your thumb.

Soda is a bit startled as you take his face into your hands. Your words, your gentle touch, all of it has him reeling, his mind and emotions completely overwhelmed. He can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve any of it. And yet, the thought of you loving him anyway... it's both frightening and exhilarating. Soda's eyes search yours, his expression a war between desire and turmoil. "I- you- I don't wanna hurt you, darlin'. I'm not the guy you should be settling for."

"I am not settling. You have been my dream for the longest time. Do you know how lucky I feel that you kissed me, even once?"

"You... you really feel that way?" He asks quietly, searching your eyes for even a hint of insincerity.

You nod definitively. "In my eyes, you are perfect."

Soda's heart skips a beat as you reassure him, the flicker of hope burning stronger now. "I'm not perfect, I'm far from it. But when you say that, it makes me want to be flawless, just to be worthy of being yours."

I sighed. "What is it that you want, Soda? I want to be able to help you."

"I- I want you. I want you more than anything in the world." His voice contains a hint of desperation as the words spill out of him.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to force yourself into something you're not ready for. It needs to be absolutely your choice."

Soda sucks in a sharp breath as you continue to ask for his certainty. He's never felt more certain of anything in his life, but he can't help the doubts that linger in his mind. "I'm sure, darlin'. I want this. I want us. But, I need you to be sure of what you're getting into."

You smile softly at him. "I know you, and I'm okay with everything that comes with you."

The last of Soda's resistance slips away as you speak. He leans forward, his lips only inches away from yours. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"So I've been told." You joke before leaning forward and closing the gap between your lips and Soda's.

Soda melts into your kiss like ice cream on a warm summer day. All of his thoughts and concerns disappear from his mind. The only thing that matters is you, and the feeling of your mouth on his. His tongue pushes past your lips, seeking out your own in a possessive, desperate motion. His fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you closer. He breaks the kiss for a moment, panting softly and struggling to catch his breath.

You furrow your brows at how exhausted Soda looks. "Y'know, Soda, you won't offend me if you wanna go to sleep. You look real tired."

Soda lets out a small yawn which causes you to giggle. "Yeah. I should probably get some rest. I still gotta work tomorrow." He groaned. "Can I ask ya something darlin'?"

"Anything." You shrug nonchalantly.

"Would you... maybe wanna stay here with me tonight?" Soda suggested bashfully.

You smile and nod. "Absolutely. Lead the way, Pepsi-Cola."

Soda grins at the nickname before taking your hand and leading you to his room.

Once you get there, you immediately sit on the edge of Soda's bed and let out a content sigh. You watch as Soda takes off his shirt, revealing the very muscular physique he worked so hard to achieve.

"Like what you see, darlin'?" Soda teases.

You playfully roll your eyes. "Maybe. What's it to you?"

Soda smiles and tosses a clean shirt at you. "Here. Don't want ya to be uncomfortable."

"What a gentleman." You let out a false gasp and quickly changed into Soda's shirt.

Soda soon joins you in his bed, settling next to you. You snuggle into Soda's side, making yourself comfortable.

Soda lets out a soft huff of breath as you cuddle into his side, his arm moving instinctively to wrap around your waist and pull you close. He rests his chin on top of your head, his voice low and soft, "You tired, darlin'?"

You move your hand to draw random shapes on his chest with your finger. "Very."

He sighs as you start drawing patterns on his chest. It's a gentle and innocent movement, but it somehow feels far more intimate than any other touch could possibly be. He tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him, his voice a low, weary rumble. "Get some sleep, then."

"But I wanna talk to you." You pouted.

"Talk? About what?" Soda lets his chin rest against the top of your head as he responds.

"You. Your life. Me. Us. Whatever."

Soda swallows thickly at your answer, a mixture of emotions flooding through him. "What do you wanna know? I'll tell ya whatever you want."

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Whatever you wanna tell me. I'm here to listen."

He smiles softly, your sweetness is unlike anything he's ever experienced. "You're really something, you know that? I don't think I deserve you, but I'm sure as hell not gonna let you go now."

"Hm. Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?" You tease, pressing kisses all over his chest.

Soda's smile widens. "Damn right you are. Don't want nobody else lookin' at you, touchin' you. You're all mine now."

You giggle softly at him and his possessiveness. "You're cute."

His cheeks redden at your words. "Go to sleep, darlin'. It's late."

"Alright. If you insist."

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Soda."

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jasonschmidtsnumberonegal · 5 months ago

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From Heartbreak to Home

Sodapop Curtis x Winston!Reader (part two!)

After your long conversation on his roof, Soda is trying to keep his mind occupied at work. The image of your smiling face keeps popping into his thoughts. He glances over at the clock, seeing that his shift is almost over. Just a few more hours and he'll be free. He just needs to stay focused until then.

You, ever so thoughtful, decide to visit Soda at work. You walk in with a bag of food for him and approach the front counter. "Hi Soda." You smile.

Soda is currently stocking the shelves behind the counter. He glances up when he hears your voice and instantly smiles as he sees you. "Darlin'. What brings you here?"

"Just felt like you needed this." You held up the bag for him to see.

Soda's smile grows wider as he finishes stacking the last boxes, setting them aside so he can move towards the register where you stand. "Now aren't you the sweetest? What'd you bring me?" He peeks inside the bag. "Dang, all this for me?" He chuckles.

"You are so very welcome." You say with a smile.

Soda gently sets the bag down on the counter as he moves closer to you. He leans against the counter, smiling down at you. "Gotta admit, I was kind of hopin' I'd get to see you again today." He admits.

You chuckle. "Well, I guess it's your lucky day."

He smiles, his playful side coming out as a mischievous glint takes over his eyes. "Oh, really now? Y'know, I was real sad bein' stuck at work today. You wanna know how you could make it up to me?"

"How?"

Soda leans closer, his elbow resting on the counter as he props his chin up with his hand. "A kiss, of course." He teases. "A kiss from the prettiest girl in all of Tulsa would make this day so much better. Can ya spare me one?"

You playfully scoff and roll your eyes. "Soda." You warned.

He laughs and smirks teasingly. "Aww, c'mon darlin'. One little kiss wouldn't hurt."

"Don't play games, Soda." You leaned in closer to him.

Soda's smirk grows even larger as he watches you lean in closer. He moves his hand to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Why would I play games when I have the most beautiful girl in the world right in front of me?"

You consider ignoring your conscience and just closing the gap between the two of you, but you pull away at the last second. "I can't."

His playful smirk fades into a small sad smile as you pull away. "I was just kiddin'. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry, darlin'." His thumb brushes the soft skin of your cheek one more time before he drops his hand.

"No, it's not that. You didn't make me uncomfortable."

Soda tilts his head slightly, looking at you with a confused expression. He's unsure what your reluctance is, but he knows that something is off. He watches your for a moment, waiting for you to explain. He can tell that something is on your mind, and he doesn't want to say or do the wrong thing to upset you even more. So, he waits.

You sigh. "I refuse to be just another one of those girls that worships the ground you walk on."

Soda's eyes widen in surprise at your words. He wasn't expecting that response. "What does that mean?"

"I won't be one of your little playthings you mess around with. That's not me."

His brow furrows at your words, confused by the accusations being thrown at him. He lets out a dry scoff as he realizes what you're implying. "Darlin', you're being real unfair to me right now."

"Am I wrong?" You ask, pleadingly.

Soda scoffs again as he turns away from you slightly, leaning against the counter. "You think I'd use you like that? C'mon. You know me better than that."

You look at the ground, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I just can't act like I want it all casual."

He lets out a heavy sigh as you speak. It's true that he isn't in the right headspace to handle a serious relationship due to his breakup with Sandy, but he doesn't want to just toss you side like you mean nothing to him. He glances down at the ground as he tries to find the right words. "Look, I like you. Really like you. And I have for a while. But I'm not ready for anything serious right now." He says honestly.

You nod. "I understand. That's why I'm stopping all of this from going any further."

"I get it. I won't force you to stick around, but I ain't ready to lose you just yet either." He reaches out and places his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I do like you a lot, Soda. But you need to heal." You hold eye contact with him, making sure he knows how much you mean this.

Soda nods slowly in agreement. "You're right. I know I do."

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few moments, Soda's hand travelling down to yours to hold it, bringing comfort to the both of you. He glances between your eyes and your lips as some hidden feeling surges inside him, wishing that things were different. He wants nothing more than to lean in and capture your lips in a gentle kiss, but he knows that's unfair to both of you. So he forces himself to keep his distance, staying content with holding your hand softly.

Your eyes subconsciously move down to his lips as the two of you slowly inch closer.

Soda can see you looking at his lips, and he can't help but inch even closer to you. He's trying so hard to keep his distance, but the magnetic pull of your presence is getting harder to resist. The tension between you two is getting thicker by the second, but Soda resists the urge to lean in first, waiting for you to make the first move.

You take a deep breath, wondering if you're going to make the right choice. And by the look in his eyes, you can tell Soda is fighting a similar battle inside his head, torn between his heart and his head.\

Soda's mind is telling him that he needs to heal, but his heart is desperately yearning for your touch. He is so close to caving, he can practically taste your lips on his.

You finally break the silence, getting ready to step away at any second. "Soda, it's your choice. I won't be mad either way."

Soda stares into your eyes momentarily, feeling like his head was about to burst with confusion and conflicting emotions. He feels as though he's being pulled in two different directions, like a rubber band on the cusp of snapping. He can feel his resolve slipping away with every moment of tension between you two. He's hanging on by a razor-thin thread, seconds away from doing something he'll probably regret. With one more look into your eyes, his resolve finally snaps. Soda surges forward, his lips crashing against yours in a desperation-fueled kiss.

You respond immediately, kissing him back. Your arms wrap around his neck to bring him even closer to you.

Soda responds to your eagerness by wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you against him. He kisses you fiercely, like a man starved. He is completely lost in this moment with you, all of his worries fading away to blissful nothingness as he kisses you.

You finally pull away, suddenly being brought back down to earth. "Okay." You say, catching your breath.

Soda is slightly dazed as you both pull away from the kiss, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he struggles to come back to reality. He's breathless, his heart is pounding, and his head is spinning. He finally opens his eyes to see you before him. Soda tries to speak, but no words come out. He can still feel your lips on his, and he can still feel the heat of your body on his. It's taking every ounce of his willpower not to surge forward and kiss you again.

The next few moments are silent as you catch your breath and think about what you've just done. Would it ruin your friendship with Soda? You sighed as your thoughts took over your mind. "We shouldn't have done that."

Soda lets out a short sigh. He knows that you're probably right, but he can't help but feel a bit disappointed by your words. "I know," he says quietly, raking a hand through his hair. "I wasn't planning on doing that... I swear I wasn't. I didn't mean to-" He trails off as he gazes down at you.

"Soda, you just broke up with Sandy like two weeks ago, and you're still upset about it. I can't believe I took advantage of you like that." You groan, terribly regretful of your actions.

"You didn't take advantage of me, darlin'. Not one bit." Soda's shoulders slumped with regret. "I'm the one who initiated the kiss."

"I know, but I let it happen. I should've stopped you, but I couldn't help myself." You groaned. "And now that I've kissed you once, I never wanna stop."

Soda's eyes soften as he takes in your remorseful expression. "Hey, it's not your fault. You're not the one to blame here. Trust me, I didn't wanna stop either."

You feel his hands tighten on your hips as you struggle to speak. "I- I don't know what to say."

There's a moment of hesitation before Soda speaks again. A part of him wants to throw caution to the wind and kiss you again, but the sensible part of him knows that this needs to stop here. "This ain't a good idea. You know that as well as I do. I'm in no position to be startin' something new..." He says as he reluctantly pulls his hands away from your hips.

"Right. Of course. I was just so blinded by how in love with you I am. I've been waiting for something like this to happen since we were ten." You chuckled sadly, admitting the secret you never thought would come out.

Soda sucks in a sharp breath at your words, a wave of mixed emotions washing over him. He knows how he feels about you, has known it for a while, but hearing you admit your feelings so openly leaves him reeling. "You're... you're in love with me?" He asks uncertainly. "Why didn't you ever say anything before?"

You shrugged, about to speak when Steve called from the back of the store. "Guess you should probably get back to work."

Soda let out a quiet curse under his breath. "Yeah, I guess I should..." He glances in the direction of the back room, where Steve was.

"See you later?" You offered him a small smiled, frustrated with your current situation.

"Yeah. See ya later." Soda mutters quietly, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments before he forces himself to turn away. As he walks to the back room, he feels an aching tug inside of him. It feels so wrong leaving you right now, but he needs to get back to work, and he needs time to think about everything that just happened between you two.

You went back home, reeling from the moments before. There was no way you could face Soda any time soon.

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