Perfection. The only word to describe him. His brown hair the way it messes up. His dark mischievous eyes. His little devilish smirk. The way his brows furrow when he's focusing or angry. His husky voice. His smoke and musk scent (Idk I feel like Dallas would smell of smoke and musk.) Dallas Winston. The man of perfection.
I've known Dally for over 7 years. We knew each other from New York. Believe it or not we were lovers. Young lovers but still lovers. He was my everything and I was his. Then everything fell to shit. Dallas and I had a huge fight one night because I felt he was being really flirtatious with every girl he came across.
Call me jealous, I know. But wouldn't you feel a little bit jealous if your lover was always flirting with other people? He called me crazy and delusional which I rebuttal-led and called him disloyal.
We ended up getting into a screaming argument and then he confessed how he never loved me and walked out. That was 2 years ago.
We both moved from New York to Tulsa at the same time. It was a strange coincidence. We both are Greasers, he hangs out with his group filled with Steve Randal, Sodapop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Matthews and Darrel Curtis (Darry).
I however hang out with my dearest friend Evie. Evie is Steve's girlfriend. So accustomed to being Evie's best friend I find myself with the group too.
Dally and I have recently grown close again. He will put an arm around me or give me a hug from behind or bump me playfully. This particular day Dally wrapped an arm around my waist.
He had never done that before so I looked at him. "What are you looking at, Doll?"
"Why do you have your hand on my waist, weirdo."
"You don't like my hand on your waist?"
"Huh- No no no. I like it I was just confused. You never put your hand on my waist."
"So you do like it." He plasters his famous shit-eating grin. Fuck. I said I liked it.
He wrapped his arm around my waist tighter and pulled me closer to him. "How about that?"
He's doing this shit on purpose. Fucking sly son of a bitch.
He lifted my head with his finger and made me look at him.
"What about this, Doll."
He lowered his head and pulled my head towards him. Our lips are millimetres apart. (Idk what millimeters is in America so sorry...)
He pulls me closer and our lips move in sync. He pulls back and looks at me.
"Seem familiar?"
I laugh. What a sly dog.
He pulls me in again for longer. Once we pull apart he whispers.
"You're all mine.
Doll"
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AHH i'm sorry this was so short and cringy! Don't stab me I'm sorry!
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The Outsiders imagines
FanfictionJust some imagines for our favourite greaser gang. Requests are open! If you have any questions or concerns about any of the imagines please let me know in the comments or through private message. All of the imagines will be my own.
