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r0sesthings · 17 hours ago

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violent devotion

there was a point in time when the adoption idea was just brought up, it was honestly (at the time) a one off comment made by paul. and well, sodapop was hesitant about paul rekindling his relationship with darrel. soda lets him know about that, and threatens his life in the process . . .

a helping hand au masterlist | 🏷️ feral soda, protectiveness, soda just wants what’s best for his brother and is worried, soda has no real beef against paul — just wants darry safe & happy, distrustfulness of socs (valid), threats of violence, darrel is out of the loop regarding this interaction (and maybe that’s for the better?)

blurb below the cut | note: this blurb takes place sometime after the blurb titled the money went west | + lowkey blurb inspo

One could say Sodapop Curtis has a violent devotion towards those he loves. Generally, he’s a pretty laid back guy, he love a good poker game and laughing with his friends. He loves horses, cars, and the feeling of wind blowing thru his brown-blonde hair. He can truly, get drunk off just plain living — no alcohol needed.

But when he’s mad — he’s pissed. Pony calls him “feral” and maybe that’s a good word for it, he’s always been a little wild. If Paul was stepping up to adopt him and Ponyboy, it wasn’t just about being a stand-in for their folks. It meant Paul was trying to make his way back into Darrel’s life — for good. And that? That was dangerous. Because if Paul broke Darry again, Soda wouldn’t just stand by. No way in hell.

And that’s how Sodapop ended up on the westside of Tulsa. Outside Paul Holdens doorstep, thinking about whether or not he should knock on the door or just barge in. Thanks to Cherry ( plus Chet and Marcia), soda knows that Paul’s front door is open. He decides to just go for it and open the front door unannounced. The house is as he expected. Clean, and almost untouched? — but some parts — like, the worn white converse that lay by the front door, he assumes they are Cherry’s based on the small pink beads on the laces. He turned the knob, pushed the door open wider, and stepped inside like he’d lived there all his life.

The house looked just like he thought it would. Comfortable in that well-worn, and clearly expensive kind of way. Hardwood floors in the entrance way, a record player humming low in the living room, a hoodie that definitely belonged to Chet draped over the back of the couch. Paul was in the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweats. His curly hair was a little messy & damp. His hands braced on the counter like he’d been thinking too hard.

When he saw Soda, he blinked. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

Soda didn’t bother with small talk. He just walked in slow, cowboy boots heavy against the white tile floor. “We need to talk.”

Paul raised his eyebrows but then nodded, quiet. “Yeah. I figured.”

Soda stopped in front of him, jaw tight. “Darry told me about that phone call y’all had. You serious about that adoption comment you made?”

Paul straightened up, he shrugged but then nodded. “Yeah. I am, just trying to figure out specifics still. Gunna have to see what strings need to be pulled.”

Soda’s expression didn’t change. “You sure this isn’t about Darry?” Paul flinched. The younger boys words landed like a punch. “It’s not.” Soda’s eyes narrowed. “Because if this is you trying to fix the past, or get close to him again by using us—me and Pony—you’re gonna have a problem.”

“Soda, I just—”

“No,” Soda snapped his voice a low growl. “Don’t talk. Just listen.” Paul obeyed — He shifted his weight, leaning down slightly, this confused the older, — ‘what is he doing?’ he thought — Paul glances down to at sodas worn blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. The handle of a knife stuck just barely out of Soda’s cowboy boot, the leather of the sheath barely showing — but paul saw it. Soda grabs the knife out of the sheath — twirling it between his fingers — the blade itself is about 5 inches long — old and worn, but clearly used. He looks at paul — his tone venomous, “We both know damn well that I’m not above violence if you hurt my brothers. Either of them.”

Paul’s mouth parted, but no words came. Soda continued,

“I don’t care how long you and Darry were a thing. I don’t care how many late-night talks you’ve had or what promises you made.” Soda’s voice was calm now — too calm. “You break him again? He leaned in, voice low. “I will fucking kill you.” Paul blinked, stunned into silence. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then, quietly, “I’m not trying to fix things with Darry through you or pony.”

Soda raised a brow.

Paul paused, ran a hand through this curls — and continued with a shakey exhale, “I already have him back. The adoption’s because I care about you both, Soda. I want to take care of you, all three of you. And Darrel cannot be the sole guardian. Not anymore — the state literally won’t let him.” Soda watched him for a long beat. Then nodded—barely.

“I’m watching you.”

“I know.” Paul nods as he looks at soda.

“And I’m serious about what I said.”

“I know that too. But I also know you’re too good for that.”

Soda scoffs, “You don’t know a damn thing about me Holden — when it comes to my own, I’ll do anything.” — his eyes narrowed — the usual cheerful expression on his face long gone.

Soda stepped back, as if the distance between himself and the westside boy — was too close, he exhaled a slow breath. And continued to mindlessly twirl the blade in between his fingers. The air between them was still sharp, still thick with warning, but something in Paul’s voice had been steady enough to reach him. He just looked at the curly haired boy — his eyes dark, as he glared at him. Without saying another word, Sodapop turns and leaves out the door he entered from not even five minutes ago. The weight of both the promise & threat combined is all that remains in the air. Paul lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Without it being said aloud — both boys know they will never ever speak of this interaction. I mean, what darrel doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?