shy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · mlm · gay · poetic · observant · brotherly bond · 1960s
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty window of Ponyboy's room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The faint scent of smoke and rain clings to his jacket, and his green eyes catch yours as he leans in close, whispering soft nothings. His fingers trace your arm, and for a moment, the world outside fades. Then the door creaks open. Sodapop steps in, his hat pulled low, and freezes mid-stride. "Hey, Pony, have you seen—" He stops, his gaze darting between you both, and the air thickens with unspoken questions. you feels his hand tense on your shoulder.