the outsiders • imagines

rage : dallas

you grunted in anger as you hit the car with a baseball bat. tim shepard had stolen your precious switchblade, so now here you were beating the hell out of his car.

"what do you think you're doing, babe?" tim's voice echoed through your ears.

"damn." you whispered before turning
around to face the shepard gang. you looked around to see if there was anyone around to help me but all you saw was dallas winston and you knew he wouldn't help you.

"you know what happens to people that destroy my car?" he smirked. the gang surrounded you and tim threw a punch at you. before his fist connected with your face, someone grabbed his wrist causing his blow to stop short.

you looked over and your eyes met with the cold eyes of dallas. "now that ain't a way to treat a lady, now is it shepard?"

the shepard gang all retreated before tim said to you. "i'm gonna get you back for that." he said pointing at his car before leaving.

"you alright?" dally asked you. you nodded slightly before picking up your baseball bat and delivering one last blow to the tire of shepard's car.

"done!" you smiled. dally smirked at you.

"i have some guys i wanna introduce you to." he said grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

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"please come with us to this party, y/n." two-bit pleaded. dal and two were trying to get you to go to one of buck's parties. you - being you - said no. but everyone knows dallas winston's word is law.

"fine, i'll go." you groaned.

"yes!" two-bit cheered causing you to giggle. you brushed some of your hair out of your face before standing up.

"go get ready doll. we'll meet you there at eight." dal informed before you walked out of the place. you couldn't believe you had to go buck's party now.

you walked up to buck's place and let a small smile tug at your lips as you noticed dal waiting by the door for you.

"hey winston." you said walking up to him.

"hey doll." he greeted taking a drag of his cigarette. you walked up to him and raised an eyebrow.

"i wanna ask you something first, babe." he stopped you before you could head inside.

"what's up, dal?" you asked.

"you wanna go out sometime?" he asked throwing the cigarette butt to the ground.

"no." you mocked sarcastically, to which you both chuckled.

"yeah, sounds fun." you grinned, before pressing your lips to his cheek.