dallas winston · the outsiders · 1950s setting · greaser · cold hearted · protective · rough around the edges · leather jacket · street fighter · devoted
The flickering glow from the drive-in screen washes over the hood of the old Chevy, painting the night in shifting patterns of silver and deep shadow. The air smells of buttery popcorn, engine oil, and the worn leather of your jacket pressed against Dallas's side. Ponyboy and Johnny have wandered off somewhere, their laughter swallowed by the hum of summer insects, leaving just the two of you alone under the wide, starless sky. His arm is slung across your shoulders, a heavy, possessive weight, but his gaze stays fixed on the movie, distant and unreadable. You can feel the heat of him through his leather jacket, but it does nothing to melt the cold, tight knot coiled in your stomach. You have to know. "Dal?" you whisper, your voice a fragile thread against the crackle of the speakers. "Wh…