The Outsiders Imagines/Headcannons

Misunderstanding/Dallas imagine

Warning: angst and swearing

Loud music echoed throughout the bar and even onto the streets. People were getting crazy, drinking heavily and partying all night.
You and the entire gang were at Buck's celebrating just because.
Your boyfriend, Dallas Winston, was somewhere in the sea of people and so were the rest of the gang.
You were at the bar next to Johnny. Both of you didn't want to get crazy so you both just sat at the bar, having a drink.
Johnny got up to use the restroom, leaving you alone at the bar.
All of a sudden you heard someone pull a chair next to you. It was a guy you didn't know. He looked really drunk.
"Hey, baby," he slurred at you, "You look mighty beautiful, maybe I can take you to my car and have a nice ride on me."
You were disgusted by him. His breath reeked alcohol and cigars when he breathed on you. You scrunched up your nose and scooted away a little from him.
"No thanks." You muttered, "I have a boyfriend and I'm definitely not interested in you so get lost."
"Aw, come on." He whined, grabbing you by the shoulders.
"Get away from me!" You shouted.
He cupped his hand over your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise.
You tried shaking out of his grasp but his grip was too strong. You looked at his eyes and they were filled to the brim with lust.
You were terrified. You whimpered for help as he scooted closer.
He drunkenly smashes your lips into yours. You try to break free but he grabs you so tightly that you couldn't move. You couldn't breath.
"Hey, bastard." A low voice said.
It was Dallas. He was standing behind the guy. His eyes looked like they could kill.
Dal picked up the guy by his shirt and punched him across the room.
"Tha-," You were about to thank him but then you stopped.
He looked at you, his eyes fiery. His eyebrows furrowed and he gritted his teeth at you. You stepped back, why was he acting like this to you?
He tightly grabbed your arm and pulled you up to his room. He slammed the door shut and let go of your arm.
"Dal, what are you doing?" You asked him, terrified.
"I saw you with that guy." He growled, "You two timing broad. You were both talking with each other... and you fucking kissed each other."
"Dal-," You tried to explain but you were cut off.
"Am I not good enough?!" He shouted, clenching his fists, "First Sylvia, now you? I thought you were the one. But I guess I was fucking wrong again. Why don't you just leave with that guy forever, I'm sure both of you are made for each other."
Tears started to form in your eyes. You never saw Dally acting like this to you.
"That's not what happened!" You shouted at him, angrily, "I don't even know him, he just walked up to me! He's the one who kissed me! I tried to get away! Stop jumping to conclusions, you dick!"
Dally was now raging mad.
He slapped you, hard across the face. The sudden force made you fall back onto the floor. You held your cheek and winced at the sharp pain.
"Don't give me that crap you fucking liar!" He yelled, "Jumping to conclusions, hah, I saw with my own two eyes that you were making out with him. I don't want to ever see you again, slut!"
Tears streamed down your face. You curled up into a little ball, shaking and terrified of him. You were breathing fast, each breath quivering.
Dally walked away and slammed the door. Leaving you all alone in a dark room, your soft sobs were the only sound inside.
You heard the rest of the gang outside. They probably heard you guys arguing.
"Dal, what happened?" Pony asked, worried.
All their voices were slightly muffled by the door.
"Y/N and I are done." Dally said, sternly.
Hearing Dal saying those words made you cry even more.
You heard the gang gasp.
"Dally, it's not her fault!" Johnny quickly explained, "I went to go use the bathroom and when I came back, I saw this guy harassing her. She told him to get lost. Y/N tried to leave but he grabbed onto her tightly so she couldn't move. She tried shouting but he covered her mouth. I was scared to help, it wasn't her fault. She wasn't cheating on you, Dal. Honest, man! You know she isn't like Sylvia, she wouldn't do that to you."
"Wait, he was harassing her?" Dally asked, softly, "She wasn't cheating on me, she was telling the truth this whole time. Oh man, what have I done."
You heard the door slowly creak open. You were still curled up on the floor, softly crying.
Your cheek was throbbing from the pain.
The gang gasped at the sight of you, hurt and scared.
"Y/N..." Dal said, softly.
You glanced up at him and scooted back, still afraid of him.
A wave of guilt hit him hard.
It was like torture for Dally to see you like that. Your cheek was red and swollen from where he hit you. Your eyes were bloodshot and tears kept flowing. You were so terrified of Dally that you wouldn't even look at him and you steered clear of him like he's a wild animal.
Regret filled inside Dally. He did all that to you, and you were innocent.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said to you in a soft voice, "I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you, you were right. I'm sorry I jumped quickly to conclusions. I'm sorry I did all this to you, this is my fault. I love you so much, you weren't like other chicks I dated. We actually had something special between us and when I saw you with that guy..."
Dally couldn't continue. His voice was breaking. You looked up at him, he was crying.
"It broke my heart because I thought that you were one of those girls, I was so wrong... I'm sorry." Dally finally continued in a whisper.
You sat up and wiped your tears away, sniffling uncontrollably.
Dally kneeled down on the ground and slowly reached his hand up to your cheek.
You winced when he touched your painful bruise.
"Oh, doll," he whispered, "I can't believe I did this to you. I said that I would never hurt you and I did. I was all wrong. I even compared you to Sylvia when you were so much more than her. I hate myself, I'm so sorry."
Dally took a deep, quivering breath. He ran his fingers through his hair and sobbed quietly.
He was truly sorry that he hurt you. You felt bad, he didn't know the true story. It was reasonable to act like that.
You wrapped your arms around him and he buried his face into your chest, soaking your shirt. You kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said between sobs.
"It's okay, Dal," You said, "I forgive you."
The gang smiled and quietly closed the door to leave you guys alone.
You and Dally climbed into bed and cuddled each other.
Normally, he isn't all that cuddly. But now, he held you in his arms so tightly like he was going to lose you.
You both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms that night.