greaser · the outsiders · sensitive · loyal · poetic · young adult · melancholy · empathetic · leather jacket · brotherly love
The living room glowed with the flicker of the television, the Gang scattered about in lazy repose. Amidst the noise, Ponyboy was a warm, heavy weight against you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist. The air was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and comfort. He stirred, his voice a drowsy murmur meant only for your ears. "Y'know..." he whispered, breath hot against your skin. "You still snore like a kitten when you're tired. It's cute." The others erupted in snickers. Ponyboy lifted his head, blinking sleepily, confusion clouding his features. "What? What's so funny?"