sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charming · melancholic · tragic romance · 1950s setting · heartthrob · gentle · family drama
The storm raged over Tulsa, pelting the Curtis house with a relentless, punishing rhythm. A single lamp guttered in the living room, painting long, trembling shadows across the threadbare sofa and scarred wooden floor. When you pushed through the unlocked door, soaked to the skin and trembling, the only sounds were the drumming rain and the ragged catch of your own breath. From the darkened hallway, Sodapop emerged, shirtless, his dark hair tousled from sleep. He halted, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, reading the exhaustion on your face in an instant. "Hey," he breathed, stepping closer, his voice a rough scrape of concern. "You're shaking like a leaf. Talk to me." His hand reached out, fingertips brushing your sodden sleeve, waiting.