Request: some more dallon x reader
Word count: 3060
Dallon always thought he was an amazing actor when it came to hiding his feelings, and you always told him he was not. So why did it come as a surprise to him when you asked him why he was so down lately?
You sat on the steps in front of a fountain, relaxing in the warm sunshine and listening to the calming rushing of water behind you, while you were having a sandwich baguette, today with salad and parmesan. Dallon next to you had preferred pizza over baguette and was enjoying the extra cheese immensely. Getting lunch together was a must on the days Dallon spent in the Studio. You worked in an office downtown, so you only had limited time for catching up with your best friend, and lunch together was a perfect opportunity.
Yet today something seemed off. Honestly, something had seemed off for a while now, and in the beginning you had wondered if he just had a bad day, a bad week maybe. But today he was as talkative as a stone and radiated as much joy as the plaque.
"Everything okay with you," you asked worried, gently nudging his shoulder with yours.
Dallon stared at his pizza for a moment, suddenly flinched and looked up at you.
"Sorry?"
"If you are okay, I asked," you repeated patiently, brows furrowed as you watched your friend's eyes drift into the distance.
"Yeah, 'course," he answered.
"You sure as hell don't sound like it," you answered, taking a bite from the cheese that was standing out at the side of the baguette.
"Just... a lot on my mind," he mumbled, quickly shooting a smile that was supposed to comfort you, but it did not.
"If you wanna talk..." you offered, but Dallon just shook his head.
"Another time maybe," he answered, rolling up another slice of the pizza and taking a huge bite off of the Italian dish.
"I'm there for you, man, " you told him, hoping to get a bit more out of him, but he kept quiet until both of you had finished eating.
~*~
The good thing about your office job was that you had regular working hours. So arriving home at half past six and being able to put your feet up, was one of the luxuries you allowed yourself to enjoy. You were sipping some lemonade, a gift from the neighbors who had made it themselves, and were watching a rather boring crime show, when your phone rang.
You read Dallon's name on the screen and quickly turned off the volume of the tv, picking up the phone.
"Dall, you okay," you asked alarmed. It was unusual for him to call, he either texted you or waited until you saw each other again. Being called by him always implied some emergency.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry," he answered on the other side, "it's just... you offered to talk, so if you have time...?"
"Yes, of course," you sat back down on your couch, turning the tv off completely, "what is it?"
"It's... you know how you've asked me if there is something wrong?"
You nodded, knowing that he could not see you, but you did not want to interrupt him.
"It's... I've had this crush for the longest time now... no, no crush, I'm in love, and... it's weird, I just... it feels like they are so out of reach and I know things could never work out, but I just can't forget them... I... it's pathetic, I know, I'm sorry. Sorry for bothering you, forget that I called, goodnight."
And before you even had the chance to ask him something, to tell him to wait, he had hung up. You stared at the phone for a moment and watched how the screen turned dark. So he was in love. You had known Dallon for a good while now and you knew that he started to feel down when he had feelings that were not being returned. It hurt, knowing that he had fallen in love. Maybe you were still dreaming of him falling for you in the end, seeing that everything he would ever need was right in front of him. But that was just a phantasy, something that you only allowed yourself dreaming of at night. And right now he needed a friend.
It was definitely an advantage to live in a big city when you wanted to buy ice cream at eleven pm. The 24/7 store around the corner provided you with the treat and twenty minutes later you stood on Dallon's doorstep. You made sure that there was still light in his apartment before you rang the doorbell. Steps were to be heard behind the door, and after a moment of hesitation, the door swung open.
Dallon looked tired, his hair was disheveled and dark circles were under his eyes. He scanned you for a moment.
"What are you doing here," he asked.
"Cheering you up," you told him and pushed past him into the flat.
He let you and closed the door behind you. You had taken off your shoes and made your way to the living room, revealing the box of ice cream you had bought. When Dallon followed you, he chuckled quietly at that sight while you disappeared into the kitchen, to get spoons.
"You are impossible," he told you when you were back, and wrapped you in a warm hug.
You quickly hugged back, god knew he could need it. He was taller than you, as always, and after a few seconds, he lifted you up and threw you on the couch, earning a surprised squeak from you that made him laugh. In return you threw one of the cushions at him before he let himself fall down next to you, so dangerously close in fact, that you moved out of the way, scared to be crushed by him.
He did not make much of an effort to sit up properly before he grabbed one of the spoons and the box of ice cream. He placed it between the two of you and opened it, handing you the other spoon, and scooped out a little bit of ice cream.
"Sooo," you started, "tell me about them. How do you know them?"
Of course you had not just come to treat him with ice cream. You were here to learn everything about this mysterious person who he had lost his heart to, so that you could make the ultimate plan to make them fall in love with him too. Screw whatever he thought about them being out of his league, those were just excuses for cowards.
"I can't tell you that, you'd guess who it is immediately," Dallon defended, running his tongue over his lips nervously.
"What would be so bad about that," you wondered, eating a little ice cream yourself.
"I just... I don't think I'm ready to share that yet," he answered, pocking around in the frozen sweet.
"Okay... can you tell me what you like about them," you asked next.
"What I like about them... what I don't like about them would be the shorter answer. I love how they are always patient and they are so perfect and beautiful and they have a breathtaking smile, and..."
He stared into the distance, doubtlessly picturing them in his mind and you chuckled lightly; he really was in love, was he not?
"They do this little laugh, when they think something's funny and they love animals, like... they are obsessed with animals. And they have such a soft voice that can lull you in and you forget everything else in the world and all that matters is you and them and..."
Dallon grew quiet, still staring through the wall. You let him do so for a moment, then you spoke up again.
"What are their negative traits, and now don't tell me they don't have any, because everyone does."
"I know, I know, it's like... they can get really angry, like when someone is being unfair to other people or when someone hurts people or animals on purpose. They... they do like this thing where they think they're never good enough for anyone. They are stubborn, really, really stubborn. When they have their mind set to something, you won't ever be able to convince them of something else..."
You admired the way he was talking. The dim light of the living room lamp was catching in his lashes and making his smooth skin glow softly. He was full of admiration, even when talking about the negative things of the person he liked. He had obviously thought about this before, yet it did not compromise his emotions for whoever he was talking about. You wondered if there would ever be someone who would be talking about you this way, and you wondered if you looked like this while talking about Dallon to your other friends.
"Uh, someone's fallen hard," you grinned.
Dallon turned to look at you,
"What can I do, they're perfect," he laughed, his eyes squeezing a little.
"Nobody's perfect," you disagreed.
"That's not true," Dallon answered, shifting so he was leaning more towards you. "There are just hardly any perfect people around and someone perfect would never think they are. So of course you have to think that the perfect person doesn't exist, since you're one of them."
"You are crazy, Dal," you told him, shoving his shoulder laughing, but he leaned right back in.
"Yeah, maybe I am," he agreed with a chuckle, "always thinking that I might just have that one little spark of luck that will make everything right in the end."
You shrugged.
"I hope you do, you deserve it," you told him.
Your eyes wandered over his face, taking in the brown hair that fell into his forehead, the blue eyes that were fixed on yours, the full lips that were slightly parted. You wondered if the person he like knew how damn lucky they were to get a chance at being loved by him. He was not only undeniably attractive and beautiful, but also one of the kindest and most caring people you had ever met. You really hoped that they were deserving of his affection. Of course they were, otherwise Dallon would not have fallen for them.
You were still mid thought, still staring at Dallon, but not really seeing him, until the sensation of soft, perfect lips pulled you back into reality. Without you noticing he had moved in so closely that his lips brushed against yours. For a second you felt yourself close your eyes and lean in, giving into the overwhelming sensation. You had imagined this for so long, that your mind failed to wrap around it properly, now that you were experiencing it. It felt like a firework was exploding in your stomach, and before you even realized it, Dallon had pushed you back on the sofa, ignoring the box with ice cream that tumbled to the floor, and pressed you down, into the cushions. But this was wrong. He was in love with someone else and just because he thought he could not get them, did not justify to use you as a distraction. You could imagine how desperate he was to get this unreachable, perfect someone out of his mind, but it was not fair to you. To you, he was more than just a friend, and everything that went further than normal friendship things could possibly destroy your relationship with him forever. What if you let him do what he wanted? How far would he go? Would you end up doing something you would later regret? Would it make you confess something along the way that you did not feel ready for confessing yet? He would not understand, he would be confused, and in the end he would lose the one friend he had always relied on.
You wanted to place your hands in his hair, wrap it around your fingers and pull him in closer, but instead you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away. His eyes snapped open, his lips were slightly parted and confusion was written on his face as you wriggled free from under him and stood up from the sofa.
"No, Dallon," you told him, "What are you doing?"
"I was just-"
"No, okay, listen," oh god, how badly you wanted to go back to kissing his perfect, kiss-swollen lips, how badly you wanted to feel him breath against your skin and feel his body under your fingertips, "don't do that. You're in love with someone else, and I know how hard it must be for you, but you can't just go to the next best person and start making out with them. It's not fair. And imagine your special someone hears about this, what if they think you're already in a relationship, or are someone who just wants to sleep around for fun? We can't have that, can we?"
You noticed the box of ice cream Dallon had kicked to the floor, and quickly picked it up to place it on the table so none of the melted dessert would drop on the floor. When you looked back to Dallon he was still seated on the couch motionless. His lips were still parted, his eyes looked at you widely.
"(Y/n), I..." he extended his hand to take yours, but you pulled away.
"Listen, if you're going to be like this, I'll leave," you decided, "I don't want us to do something stupid that'll compromise our friendship."
You turned around and walked towards the front door, hoping, praying that Dallon would get up and stop you from leaving to tell you that it had been you who he had been talking about, that he was in love with you. But he did not and you reached the door unhindered.
The bang of the door falling into the lock echoed loudly through the stairwell. Maybe he would come now, open the door and ask you to stay. You waited for a few moments with closed eyes, but nothing happened. When you opened your eyes again, your vision was blurred by tears welling up in your eyes. Slowly you started to climb down the stairs, careful not to drip. When you reached the main door, you waited another few seconds. This was your last chance. Maybe Dallon would come for you, tell you all these things you longed to hear so much, but no, he was in love with someone else, someone who you could never come close to in perfection. A sob escaped your throat before you quickly left the building. You jogged to your car, which was parked a few yards down the street and sat into the driver seat. You were shuddering even though the night was warm. The light in your car died exactly twelve seconds after you had closed the door. No one would see you sitting in your car and crying your eyes out then, good.
You did not want to cry over Dallon. He was your friend, he was an amazing friend, and you should be happy to have him in your life. Why did you have to want more than you already had? Why could you not just appreciate his company and fall in love with someone who could like you back? You leant your forehead against the steering-wheel. Life was a mess, and right now you really did not like it.
You were startled by the passenger door opening. You shot up, scared that some robber or god knows what decided to slip in next to you, but instead the orange light over the gear shift shone on the well-known face of Dallon. He took a quick look at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, but did not ask, instead he just looked guilty. You wanted to ask what he was doing here, tell him to leave you alone as anger built up inside of you. He had no right just getting into your car like that, not after the stunt he had pulled off with this kiss. But instead you stayed quiet, too exhausted to tell him to go away.
"I thought you knew," he whispered, "I though you understood that I was talking about you the whole time, but..."
He looked at you again, watching how your lip quivered a little. The light went out and you were sitting in the dark again. He reached for your hand, his skin warm and dry against yours.
"I love you," he mumbled so quietly that you almost did not understand it.
You wanted to say it back, but your mind was a mess. If people usually talked about the string of thoughts, then yours was a knotted ball of wool that was tangled for all eternity.
Dallon got back out of the car, the light turning on again, and appeared at your door a second later. He opened it, and took your hand, pulling slightly to signal you to get up. You followed his instruction, still unable to form a proper thought. He took the car keys you were holding and locked the car, then guided you to the sidewalk, where he stopped. Gently he took your face in his hands and forced you to look at him.
"I love you, you hear," he repeated, "and I think you love me too."
You nodded quietly, your mind finally starting to get a grip on what was happening. Dallon smiled a little. It was a small smile, but filled with happiness as he leant down and pressed his lips against yours and this time you did not pull away.
"I love you too," you quickly replied, an urgency suddenly washing over you and you kissed him again, this time harder and more desperate.
Dallon grinned into the kiss, giving you a moment of control before he took it from you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.
When both of you ran out of air, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.
"Let's go back upstairs, we've still got ice cream," he told you.
You nodded in agreement and let him take your hand. He led you inside and let the door fall back into the lock behind you.