Hey girlie, i have a request!!
As a working girl and taking-classes-with-a-high-workload girl, I find myself having very little free time. So, could you do a Dallas x reader where the reader hasn't been hanging out with Dallas much cause she's a busy bee and he's a little butt hurt about it? Maybe he comes over and is borderline whining about how she's not spending time with him. But like with a cute ending.
Thank you in advance!! Sorry this is long 🙈
Hello Siena!! I finally made it, sorry for the wait😿 This was such a cute request! Honetly so reletable too, and it's ironic how this time I was the one with no free time (reason for the delay :[ ) Also this was supposed to be posted last night but as I was copying it from my notebook to my phone I fell asleep with both of them on my face and when I woke up I laughed like an idiot for 10 minutes. Anywayss here it is, hope you enjoy!
Your house has never been quieter.
The only noise coming from the kitchen was the pen in your hand that has been clicking at the same rythim for over two minutes as you stared mindlessly at the amount of paper, books and folders sprawled all over the counter and the steady ticking sound of the clock, which abruptly snapped you out of your trance and reminded you of the million things you still had to do that day.
Your head quickly whips around as your now wide eyes scan the clock hands, trying to figure out the time.
Just as the realization of you probably being late again started sinking in, the toaster that you had turned on and forgotten about let out a loud beep, popping out two slices of bread that you unfortunatley burnt, and you jumped a little, as it caught you off guard.
"Oh, crap!"
You run to the other side of the room, knocking over some pencils in the process.
"Ouch!"
You couldn't help but drop the pieces of toast on the floor, as their temperature was way too high for your fingers to bear. Sighing in defeat and a hint of frustration, you realize that you have to resign yourself and rush to work without having eaten any lunch. As you grab your bag and stuff in it anything you thought you might need for the rest of the day, you take a quick glance at the side of your front door, wondering if you should make that call. But before you could even make a concrete decision, you could hear your boss' voice ringing in the back of your mind, scolding you once again, and that was enough to irritate you, clear your mind and get you out of your house.
The walk to work wasn't too long, however you were so focused on the destination that all of the background noise and your surroundings seemed to blur and fade away. You were so out of it that you amost missed the sound of a familiar voice calling after you.
"Glad to know you're still alive, uh."
You came back to reality, turning around and trying to make out the source of the sound. It was Dally, your boyfriend. You were happy to see him, you guys haven't hung out in quite a few days and spotting him lifted your mood, even if just a little. Sadly, it often happens that good things are not meant to last long.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you all damn week."
He frowns his thick eyebrows, leaning againts some fence as he kept taking drags off the cigarette he had lit moments prior acknoweleding your arrival.
You stop gently biting your nails, looking up at him.
"Sorry Dal, I've been very busy lately. Between school and work I'm going crazy."
You let out a nervous chuckle but smile anyway. The boy sighs, shaking his head a bit. He was clearly annoyed.
"Busy? Too busy to even shoot me a call? Even throw a rock at my window? Something, anything? I was starting to wonder if you even remembered I existed."
You sigh, looking to the side before speaking again.
"I said I'm sorry, alright? It's not like you called either, anyway. Or 'threw a rock at my window', for all that matters. Oh, and don't think of ever doing that."
You crack a small smile, but quickly composed youself as the frown you had on your face just moments ago came back.
"Not like I called you? Are you kidding me? You were the one that went radio silent for a whole week. And for your information, I did call you a couple of times. I even wasted coins on a stupid payphone."
"Listen, I haven't been avoiding you on purpose. I've just been really stressed. I'm sorry for not answering your calls."
"Oh yeah, that makes it better."
You raise your eyebrows and take an actual breath, looking around for a brief moment.
'Whatever. Can we properly talk about this later? Maybe not on the streets, especially when I'm late for work?"
He pushed off the fence.
"Later? When exactly is later? In another seven days when you suddenly remeber I exist again?"
You felt bad, you really did. But at the moment you really needed to get going.
"Dallas, please. Not now."
You whisper as you start to walk away again, turning your head in his direction for a moment, before finally tearing your gaze off of him.
Dally watched as you disappear into the distance, his frustration still evident, but definetly surmounted by the dumbfounded expression plastered on his face.
. . .
As time passes, you finally catch a glimpse of sunset from the window in front of you, finally signaling the time to get out of that prison. You hurry to gather the few things you had taken out of your bag hours before and run out the door. In the meantime, while the street outside for your house was waiting for your return, the air had cooled down and a nice breeze began to blow. The peaceful expression that had accompanied you up until now during the walk home was interrupted by your thoughts, which veered once again towards Dally and the conversation you two had this very afternoon. You sigh a little nervously, and almost drop the keys as you take them out. You open the door and find yourself flooded with the familiar scent of your cozy home. You throw your jacket and bag on the table and immediately lie down on the sofa, finally taking a breather freely. With your eyes closed and trying to regain some energy, you couldn't tell how much time actually passed, but at a certain point you hear something banging on the window of another room, probably the kitchen. You jump up in fear. What could it be? It's not a thief, right? You look around for a moment but you don't think much about it. It could have just been a twig that hit the glass after a gust of wind, who knows.
Still, you slowly get up and try to furtively make your way to the kitchen, wanting to close the window. You know, just to be safe. Honestly, not the best move if you were in a horror movie.
Through the curtains you are able to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend standing outside, with a pretty noticeable annoyed expression on his face. The same exact one you saw when you left him earlier.
You open the window with a click.
"Dallas! You scared the shit out of me. Can't you use the door like any normal person?"
He almost smirks, something that you haven't seen in too long, and you have to admit that you missed it.
"Normal is overrated, sweetheart."
He climbs through it, landing on the floor with a thug.
"Be grateful I didn't 'throw a rock at your window'"
He emphasizes the phrase by lifting his bushy eyebrows.
You can't help but chuckle, catching the reference of the conversation you two had earlier this afternoon. Your expression goes back to a neutral one, and you speak again while akwardly sctatching your shoulder.
"So...are you still mad, about earlier? And, you know, basically the whole week?"
Knowing Dally, he definetly was. You were already ready for him to not make you live it down for the next month. Maybe even more.
Instead of answering right away, he happily strolls in the other room, letting himself sprawl all over your couch. You follow, almost in disbelief, wanting an answer.
"I'm still pissed, to be honest. But the look on your face when I knocked on the window was too damn amusing to stay angry for long. Still, you disappeared for way too long. Not cool, babe."
After what felt like an eternity, Dally's eyes gained back that familiar glint of banter and affection. And that was when tou knew you had been forgiven. Also because, let's be honest: nobody would ever catch Dallas Winston dead getting sentimental, much less granting forgiveness while doing so. You catch yourself smiling, mumbling something that sounded a lot like 'jackass'.
"C'mon, get your ass over here, dollface"
You make your way to him, sitting on the edge on the sofa, since he was occupying all the space. With an arm, he hooked your waist and pulled you down with him. You chuckle at the action and you find youself snuggles up against his chest, surrounded by his warmth and scent. His arms were loosely wrapped around you, holding you close as you lay againts him. He rests his chin on top of your head, the steady beat of his heavy heart acting as a soothing rythim.
With his grip on you, you barely manage to reach for the TV remote, wanting to put a movie on to act as a background noise. But it didn't take long for both of you to fall asleep on top of eachother in a rather twisted position. As you both peacefully rest, all the sounds around you drift away, and you're now only left with the knowledge that you were safe and in the arms of the person you loved.
It might not have been the most comfortable position in the world, but this nap restored in you more energy than all the sleep you've had this week was able to give you.
-ia🐞