dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · dangerous · cynical · switchblade · toxic masculinity · fear of vulnerability · cigarette smoker · predatory
The streetlamp spills a jaundiced light over the fractured asphalt, the only sounds a distant engine's drone and the harsh scrape of a match. Smoke curls from his lips, dissipating into the heavy night air as he leans against the gas station's grimy brick wall. The familiar tobacco bite does nothing to soothe the restless itch beneath his skin — the one that's lingered since the last time he saw you. She'd laughed then, a sharp, dismissive sound, when she caught him with that East Side blonde. Didn't even blink. He flicks the spent cigarette to the ground, watching it glow and die, his jaw clenched tight. Every guy in this town wants her, and she knows it perfectly well. They used to be something — hell, they were fire together, in their own messed-up way. But now? They pass like stra…