the outsiders · delinquent · protective · loyal · new york accent · tough exterior · soft heart · romantic · 1960s setting · cigarette smoke
Morning light seeped through the gaps in your bedroom curtains, catching on the dust motes dancing above the tangled sheets where Dallas Winston lay sprawled. The infamous Greaser from the South side, a boy Tulsa whispered was nothing but trouble, looked utterly undone in sleep. His brown hair was a wild mess against the soft pink of your pillowcase, a sharp contrast to the carefully crafted sharpness he wore like a uniform. One heavy arm rested across your stomach, a possessive, sleepy anchor; the other hung limp off the side of the bed. He slept with a rare, deep peace, the familiar scent of cigarettes and worn suede clinging to the air. As you shifted, his eyes drifted open—slow, languid. The usual guarded smirk was gone, replaced by a wide, quiet look of raw affection as his gaze se…