Money Honey! // PAYDAY 2 X READER HEADCANONS + ONESHOTS

❄️/❤️ Angel's Embrace - DALLAS X READER

based off of a writing prompt i came up with after seeing some funny payday moment posts from melissadiamond on tumblr and IWillStealYourToes . thanks for sparking some creativity , so here's some dallas juice for ya

KEEP IN MIND that this oneshot is long in order to describe pretty much everything, even though this is the thing that would've happened in the span of a few minutes

tldr :: i just wanted to be dramatic and look cool

H/N = Heister name

This place was supposed to be a safe haven for the Payday gang. You were all just relaxing after a few days on a big heist, but now you all found yourselves with guns in your hands, firing endlessly at the cops that dared to step on your territory.

Instead of peace and quiet with occasional chatter, your ears were met with the sounds of flashbangs going off, bullets flying by you, and everyone on the battlefield yelling at one another. This wasn't new to you, but the way you were all so unprepared for the raid, it was like your first heist all over again.

As you fired your weapon at approaching enemies, you heard the sound of a flash grenade start to beep. You were about to run away, but your reaction was a split second too late, the grenade going off and blinding you with an awful white.

Falling to your feet, you did everything you could to try and gather yourself. It was only after you started to regain your vision that you realized you couldn't get up. Every time you tried, a sharp pain would shoot through your leg. You had been shot in the calf.

You really thought this couldn't get any worse, but it unfortunately did. It didn't take long before your head was kicked to the ground, a baton starting to beat you senseless as you curled up on the ground, attempting to protect yourself from the pain of both his baton and his words.

This usually wouldn't be a problem. You've been under this pressure before. It was your job after all, but with how they had caught you off guard like this, you were so vulnerable. Everything was starting to blur. An awful ringing started to pierce through the noise around you, your body slowly starting to go limp as you succumbed to the repeated beatings and your rapidly bleeding wound.

...

"Alright, that's the second wave! Take a breather!" Bain's voice rang through the heisters' earpieces, the gunfire and yelling starting to die down. Dallas let out a loud sigh of relief, taking a look around him. Wolf, Houston...someone was missing. Panic shot through him, realizing that [H/N] wasn't around.

"HOUSTON! Where's [H/N]!?" He yelled towards his fellow heister and brother, seeing him in the corner reloading his gun. However, Dallas only got a shrug in response, and it only made him worry further.

He knew that there wasn't much time until the next wave of cops would start barging in, and there still were a few cops around too. He hoped that you were either taking a quick break to calm down or you were in custody, because it would be better than turning up and finding your corpse.

Well, it was nearly the second thing that he found. As he ran up to the second floor, he saw a cloaker through the window to his office getting a pair of handcuffs out from his belt, and Dallas's panic melted into rage.

Just before the cuffs could make any contact with your wrists, a bullet broke right through the glass, flying into the skull of the green-goggled officer and causing him to drop.

Dallas wasted no time rushing down to your curled form. You were barely moving, only twitching every now and then. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he attempted to blink them away when he heard his brother call out to him:

"DALLAS! You okay over there!?"

"Yeah yeah! I'm fine! H/N and I are gonna need to sit this one out, so tell Bain to send the others in!" He shouted back, in which Bain didn't hesitate to respond to Dallas's request with approval.

Dallas scooped your weakened form into his arms, crawling towards his desk and tucking himself and you underneath it. He freed his face of the mask he was wearing, taking yours off as well. He was bound and determined to keep you alive, but if he couldn't, he at least wanted you to see someone familiar before you passed.

He reached towards his side with one of his hands, desperately fumbling to unhook the medic bag from his belt. He caught a glance of your wound, cringing at the sight. Dallas knew that if he didn't get the wound patched up in time, it wouldn't end well.

Just as he managed to get it off and slid it next to him, he felt you stirring in the slightest. Your voice was faint and weak, but he could head you mumbling and whimpering about something. Dallas opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped and went back to trying to get some gauze and bandages. It was only when you started to speak that got his attention.

"D-Dallas...?"

His gaze shifted towards your face, seeing your dulling eyes slowly start to open.

"Am...am I dead..? Where am I....?"

"Shh...you're alright [H/N]." He whispered softly to you, still managing to pull the bandages out before his attention went back to your wound. "You're gonna be okay...I just gotta patch you up and you should be alri-"

"Are you an angel...?" This question caused his cheeks to tinge with pink, his mouth now dry as all words caught in his throat. He tried to respond, but you spoke before he could, "I didn't know angels were so hot..."

His face flushed completely red, now tense as he continued to wrap your injury up frantically. It didn't take too long, but Dallas knew there was still something going on, and he had to help the others out.

However, as he reached for his mask, his gloved hand met your's, which was blocking the item he was after.

"St-stay with me....I...I'm scared..." Your wavering voice caused his flustered face to shift to one of sympathy. He used both his arms to properly hoist you into his lap, blushing as you snuggled into his torso.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise."