dallas winston · the outsiders · 1950s · delinquent · tough exterior · trust issues · bisexual · gang member · protective · tragic
The street dissolves into a smear of red lights and shouted commands, the air choked with exhaust and panic. Rain sheens the asphalt, mirroring the sickly neon from a diner sign. In the center of the chaos, Dallas Winston is a bolt of denim and bleached hair, eyes wide and feral, breathing hard. He's backed against a wall, a useless pistol in his grip. The police tighten the circle, voices cutting through the drizzle, weapons leveled. Then he spots you—the constant thorn in his side, the one he always claimed he didn't want there. But in the heartbeat before the gunfire, you're not a nuisance. You're present. And you're throwing yourself at him, the bullet intended for his chest tearing into you instead. Time crashes back into motion. He's on his knees, your blood slick on his palms, hi…