Dallas X Male Reader

Chapter 4

He put down the towel he was holding and opened a cabinet under the sink, taking out a first aid kit.

"God, what are you gonna put on me NOW?" I snarled.

"A band-aid," he affirmed, going to put it on my cheek.

I smacked his hand away in an instant. "Don't put that on me."

He tried it again, trying to grab my hand when I tried to smack it off for the second time.

"I HATE the feeling of band-aids." I mumbled angrily.

"Too bad," Dallas refuted.

I stared at him for a second, my lips separated a bit, with my still somewhat bleeding nose. As soon as he moved, I flaceplanted into his chest, muffling, "I WASN'T KIDDING ABOUT THE BLOOD."

"THIS IS A CLEAN FUCKING SHIRT," he shouted back.

"NOT NOT MORE," I laughed.

Dallas kept trying to push me off now, but I still had the bloody towel, wacking him with it while he strangled me down. For some reason, he had been trying really hard and my arms were getting tired, so I just gave up. As soon as he got the band-aid on, he reached for the soapy towel to throw at me and I threw the bloody one at him as a reflex.

"ARE YOU HAPPY?" I yelled, watching him walk out the bathroom.

He didn't answer, I thought he might've been angry with me so I went back into the spare room to give him a shirt of mine to change into. Entering the kitchen, I saw everyone else, who was probably awakened by our screaming. There was Dallas, explaining to them I got jumped by a couple of Socs and that I was refusing the treatment.

"What were you doing out so early?" Darrel asked me.

"I was hungry," I answered.

"You gotta be more careful, son, you should've gotten Dal to go with ya'." Sodapop exclaimed.

"See?" I saw Dallas throw his hands out, making me sigh.

"They would've left me alone after I put my blade out to them." I rebuked, shoving Dal with my shirt as I picked up my bag of groceries and put it on the counter.

"Even if they were armed?" Darrel added. "You gotta think about those things."

I paused for a moment and breathed. "I'm sorry-- and sorry for waking you all."

"It's alright, Y/N, we just don't want you to be put in danger like that." Soda insisted.

"Good thing I knew where you were," Dallas appraised, putting his hand on his hip. "You could've gotten hurt much more than you did."

It grew silent for a second.

"Wait how'd you know I was being attacked?" I inspected, leaning over the island counter.

"I--" Dallas conceded. "I was gonna follow ya' anyway." He looked at the shirt in his arms and back at everyone else. "I had a bad feeling, alright?"

"Well I'm glad you did, Dal." I confessed, staring at him before taking out a pack of ramen noodles from the bag.

"Well, I'm gonna get ready for work, you two can head back to sleep for a bit." Darrel suggested, waving his hand at Soda and Pony.

Dallas just stared awkwardly at everyone before looking down at my shirt again. He slipped off the blood stained one he was wearing and replaced it with the one I had given him. I don't know why, but I caught myself staring and pretended nothing had happened. I started microwaving the pack of ramen after Soda and Pony went back in their rooms. Dallas was sitting at the table chatting with me til I spoke out.