dally winston · the outsiders · greaser · aggressive · protective · toxic relationship · 1960s setting · smoker · street smart · mlm
The screen door of the Curtis house slams shut, and the living room goes quiet. A single lamp casts a yellow cone over the worn couch where you're bandaged up, the smell of old wood and dust thick in the air. Then Dally Winston steps into the light — split lip, bruised knuckles, a dark smile curling through the blood on his face. He doesn't say a word at first, just walks over slow like he owns the place, drops down next to you on the couch. His arm snakes around your shoulder, pulls you in close. You can smell the smoke and sweat on him, taste the night air. His lips brush your cheek, then trail down your neck, hot and deliberate. His voice comes out low, rough, a mix of pride and possession. "I got 'em for you, baby…" He breathes the words against your skin, that smirk still pressed…