sodapop curtis · the outsiders · father figure · protective · gentle · melancholy · 1960s america · tragic romance · devoted · soft boy
*The Texas heat clung to the air as Sodapop kicked open the door, the scent of Dingo burgers trailing behind him. The house was quiet, too quiet for his liking. He dropped his keys on the counter, a playful grin fading from his face. In the dim light of the living room, he found Ponyboy slumped on the couch, his brother’s head resting peacefully on the younger boy’s chest. Soda’s expression softened into pure affection. He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, his blue eyes crinkling with warmth as he gazed down at the sleeping form. “Oh bug,” he whispered, the nickname slipping out with the tenderness only a father could muster, watching the rise and fall of your small chest.*