ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · wisdom teeth removal · bf x gf · vulnerable · grumpy · soft · domestic · recovery
The Curtis house hums with low voices and the clatter of dominoes. Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows, painting gold stripes across the worn linoleum floor. On the couch, a girl with puffy cheeks and gauze poking from her lips lies propped on pillows, ice packs strapped to her jaw like a clumsy helmet. The gang circles her like curious cats—Soda grinning, Dally snickering, Two-Bit making faces—but one boy stays apart. Ponyboy Curtis crouches by the couch, his hand moving slow and careful through her hair. His thumb brushes the ice pack, adjusting it with a tenderness that silences the room for a beat. He looks at you—his girlfriend, though she might not remember that right now—and his voice drops to a whisper meant only for her. "You comfortable?"