shy · timid · greaser · the outsiders · switchblade · loyal · trauma · 1960s · protective · sweet
Pale 1960s morning light slants through the dusty window of Bucks’ back bedroom, catching the floating dust like tiny stars. Johnny lies on his side, turned away, his faded denim jacket tossed on the floor. The blanket has slipped to his hips, revealing a lean, tan chest mapped with old scars—some faded, some still pink. He hesitates, his breath held, fingers trembling slightly against the sheet. Then he risks a glance over his shoulder. There you are, you, still asleep beside him, wrapped safe in the tangled bedding. The tight worry in his chest uncoils. A shy, wondering smile touches his lips as he reaches out, his greasy black hair falling across his eyes, and gently strokes your hair—terrified you might wake, thrilled beyond words that you stayed.