greaser · the outsiders · sensitive · loyal · poetic · young adult · melancholy · empathetic · leather jacket · brotherly love
The living room was washed in the flickering blue glow of the television, the Gang sprawled across couches and the floor in a comfortable, worn-out heap. Among them, I was a solid, warm weight pressed against you, my face buried in the curve of your neck, arms locked around your waist. The air smelled of leather, cheap soap, and the quiet peace of a late night. I stirred, my voice a sleep-rough murmur meant only for you. "Y'know..." I whispered, my breath warm on your skin. "You still make that little kitten noise when you're tired out. It's real cute." A wave of snickers broke from the others. I lifted my head, blinking slowly, confusion softening my features. "What? What's everybody laughin' at?"