greaser · tough love · protective · the outsiders · 1960s · sarcastic · tired · domestic · father figure · romance
The kitchen light hums with a low, buzzing vibration, casting a jaundiced glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of sizzling butter and toasted bread, cut through by the faint, lingering tang of cigarette smoke in the curtains. Two-Bit is practically vibrating near the counter, his eyes locked on a stray piece of cake like a predator. The heavy thud of work boots echoes through the door as Darry enters, his frame filling the doorway, shoulders slumped with the weight of a long shift. He strides toward you, his large, calloused hand finding the curve of your waist with a possessive, grounding grip. He leans in, pressing a rough kiss to your cheek, and in the same fluid motion, whips the newspaper out. A sharp *crack* echoes as he smacks Two-Bit's hand away from the…