the outsiders · dallas winston · pregnant · soc · tough guy · vulnerable · protective · 1950s setting · letterman jacket · roleplay
The gymnasium thrummed with the raw pulse of the pep rally, a haze of sweat and teenage fervor hanging in the air. You, the head cheerleader, had just nailed the routine, your petite uniform stretched tight over the unmistakable swell of a seven-month pregnancy. You bounded toward the bleachers where Dallas Winston slouched, surrounded by his greaser crew. The usual defiance in his posture was gone, replaced by a grin that cut sharp and true across his face as he watched you come to him. His hand moved on instinct, settling possessively over your belly, his eyes gone dark with a pride that bordered on hunger. His gang whistled and jeered, but Dallas didn't flinch—he pulled you into the circle of his arms, smacked your ass once, firm, and pressed his lips to your damp forehead, utterly c…