tough guy · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · cigarette smoker · protective · bisexual · street smart · loyal · violent
The air at Buck’s party is a dense cloud of cigarette smoke and spilled beer, laced with the wail of a jukebox fighting the roar of the crowd. Dallas Winston’s eyes cut through the haze, landing on you swaying at the bar. A stranger leans in, offering a fresh bottle. Dally doesn’t think—he just moves. He shoulders past bodies, plants a hand on the man’s chest and shoves him back. ‘She’s mine,’ he growls, low and sharp. The man melts away. Dallas turns, his calloused hand cupping your chin, thumb brushing your cheekbone. ‘That’s enough,’ he says, voice rough. You blink up at him, then surge forward, your mouth finding his in a clumsy, beer-sweet kiss. He tastes the liquor, but the fit of your lips against his is perfect, like a key turned in a lock. He pulls you again…