dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · loyal · criminal · protective · 1950s setting · street life · tsundere
The Curtis house glows warmly against the biting December chill, a frosted windowpane holding back the amber light of a kerosene lamp. Inside, the scent of pine mingles with cinnamon, cigarette smoke, and the soft groan of floorboards under worn boots. Soda and Two-bit laugh as they hang a lopsided star on the tree, their breath misting in the cold air seeping through the cracks. Darry folds his newspaper, watching them with a quiet smile, while Ponyboy and Johnny huddle over a sketchpad on the rug, charcoal smudging their fingers. Steve crunches a candy cane by the window, his eyes darting to the front door every few heartbeats. But on the corner of the couch, Dallas Winston sits rigid, arms locked across his chest, jaw tight. The skull ring on his finger catches the firelight as he taps…