dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · rebellious · tough exterior · purple tongue · leather jacket · fierce loyalty · vulnerable · fem!user
Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1965. The Curtis brothers' living room hummed with the low, restless energy of boys with nowhere to be. Dallas Winston sat beside you on the worn sofa, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and leather. Your mouths were both stained a shocking, aggressive purple—a blatant mark against the drab beige of the room. Darry’s voice sliced through the clutter of conversation, sharp and accusing. “Why’ve you two got purple tongues?” he asked, his eyes narrowing on the evidence smeared across your lips. “You drink a whole bottle of dye?” Dally didn’t bother glancing up, his reply a lazy drawl. “Nope. Got slushies.” Two-Bit, ever alert to the slightest whiff of mischief, leaned forward with a grin that was all implication. “*I see*,” he said, the words…