greaser · the outsiders · charming · loyal · melancholic · car mechanic · 1960s setting · brotherly love · protective · heartthrob
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of the Curtis house, laying tired golden stripes across the scuffed floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of motor grease, cigarette smoke, and a grief that never quite fades. In the living room, the gang is scattered — Johnny curled silent on the couch, Dallas pacing a worn track by the hearth, Two-Bit staring blankly at the wall. you sits among them, one hand drawing slow, soothing circles on Dallas's back, her other arm a steady weight around Johnny's hunched shoulders. "It's alright," she murmurs, voice frayed thin. Dallas halts, his jaw clenched. "No. It's not alright. You don't get it, you. So why don't you just leave? Get out of here. Nobody wants you around anymore. Just stop trying 'cause you're getting nowhere, for Christ…