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Just imagine how Soda would react seeing you asleep with his flannel draped over you

Just can imagine him coming home from working at the DX and seeing you either crashed out on the couch or in his bed

You'd fallen asleep and either had decided to put his flannel over yourself when you got tired because you found it comforting or were too lazy and tired to get a proper blanket Because, y'know, when you get up to do something when you're on the verge of nodding off your body wakes up again and you won't be able to fall asleep or feel that nice, lazy drowsiness in your mind like a fog

anywho,

First thing he'd notice would be that you've got his flannel draped over your torso

Man would swoon Fall in love with you all over again

When you wake up, he'd probably cuddle up to you after your nap and mumble something about how he found it so cute that his s/o had his flannel over themself when they slept

"You were so cute like that, baby. . . You look good with my flannel, hm?"

Y'know?

Then he might try and lull you back to sleep if you were still tired

but if not, he won't mind

just let him cuddle with you for a few minutes and he'll let you get up and putter around the house or get a drink or a snack

Whatever you wanted to do

Just know that he'd want and hope you'd do it more often because damn, he loved seeing something so wholesome after a long day at work

A/N: Might make a proper little short story/oneshot or whatever to this Idk Give me your thoughts please :)

Leave me and my weird names in peace

Sleepiness

Summary: Sodapop comes home to see something unexpected

Contains: Fluff, Sodapop x Reader, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader’s gender unspecified

Warnings: Soda calls reader “sweetheart”, cursing?, tired Soda, once mentioned people being mean to Soda :(, Soda’s the big spoon

Prompt:: N/A

Word Count: 441

A/N: Made a oneshot/drabble of the headcannons from a bit ago! Hope you enjoy :) Sorry it's so short!!

Sodapop had had a long, tiring day at work. He had lousy customers who wouldn’t stop complaining or talking about unrelated things that had nothing to do with him or making remarks about things they shouldn’t have - like how he was far too lucky with his looks and that it was a damned shame he was a Greaser or how the prices were expensive (As if he could do something about that!!) - and it had really got on his nerves (just annoyed, really). All he wanted to do was relax, sit down, maybe have a hot shower, and see his beloved.

The truck engine came to a stop as it was turned off and the truck door could be heard slamming shut. He was finally home. The screen door clattered shut as he entered the Curtis house, shouting an “I’m home!” as he slipped his shoes off, but stopped and fell quiet when he saw you. You were dead asleep on the couch, TV playing awfully quiet background noise, with his flannel draped on top of you like a blanket. His flannel.

He stood dumbfounded for a minute before a wide grin spread over his face with his heart racing and his mind reeling - he swore he was falling in love with you all over again - and he walked over to your slumbering form. The cushions of the couch dipped with the added weight as he climbed over to lay down behind you, draping his arm over your waist and holding you real close, nuzzling his face in your neck.

After a while, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes, you awoke. Your eyes opened blearily and you had the vague notion that someone was lying behind you - as if the way you felt someone’s warm breath fanning over your neck and an arm ‘round your waist wasn’t enough to make that conclusion. You stretched/extended your arms and shifted, bringing Soda’s attention to the fact that you were now awake.

“You sleep good, sweetheart? Y’look so cute with my flannel like this, hm? ‘Should wear it more often.” Soda murmured in your ear.

You gave your response to his inquiry on your nap that was some sort of sleepy “mhm” or “yeah” and lied there on the couch for a few extra moments with Soda clinging to your form. Then, you half-reluctantly got up and did your thing of getting a glass of water or maybe a snack and whatnot, Soda still having that dopey, dreamy smile on his face after seeing you with his (albeit worn and well-loved) flannel.

Holy woah thank you all so much for all the likes and stuff on my blurb post of Soda coming home to see his s/o with his flannel draped over them Sorry I haven't written/posted anything lately, writers block is bullying me so I haven't been able to get motivation to make something On another note, requests will probably be a while because of my writers block and I'm really sorry for that but I'll definitely do them once I get out of this funk or whatever

Darry Curtis x wife!reader with kids.....???🤭 Darry's used to taking care of teenagers, but a baby??!

YESSSS Oml yes

I can see it tbh >.< I could totally make a little drabble or something of this if you want pooks <3