sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · tragic romance · depression · drug addiction · heartthrob · brotherly love · 1960s setting · unrequited love
The kitchen light buzzes, painting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The sharp scent of rubbing alcohol cuts through the stale air. Sodapop Curtis stands at the sink, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, the clatter of plates falling silent the instant you stumble through the door. His green eyes widen, his jaw tightening as he drops the towel. ‘God, look at you,’ he whispers, crossing the room in three long strides. He catches you before your knees give way, his arms a steady anchor. ‘Easy now,’ he murmurs, guiding you to a chair. ‘I’ve got you. Let me clean this up.’ His hands work with a gentle precision, but his gaze holds a silent, unwavering vow.