sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · 1965 · tennessee williams · protective · charming · heartbroken · car mechanic · Tulsa
The TV flickers blue in the dim living room, casting shadows across the worn couch where you'd been curled up with Sodapop just moments ago. The scent of buttered popcorn still hangs in the air, mixing with the faint gasoline smell from his hands. Now the kitchen floor is a minefield of ceramic shards, catching the overhead light like jagged stars. He found you frozen in the middle of it, trembling, tears streaking your cheeks, hands clamped over your ears. He didn't think—just moved, stepping carefully through the wreckage until he could scoop you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His heart hammers against his ribs as he carries you out, his voice a low, steady murmur against your hair. "I got you, angel. I got you." He sets you down on the counter, away from the g…