Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎insecure

A/N: I AM NOT ROMANTICIZING INSECURITIES!! Rather, bringing light to body positivity with this. Also this has very slight smut, Idek if you could consider it smut but anyways if you don't like that, just skip over this one :))

It was another one of those nights at Buck's. Dally was drinking, and probably hunting for me. I was sitting at the bar, striking up conversation with Buck. He was the only one who I could talk to who'd listen here.

"Hey Buck, can I tell you a secret?" I say, looking at my glass of water.

"Only if you want to," He said, pouring a glass of bourbon for another person sitting across the bar.

"Dally always wants to have sex with me, but honestly, I'm way too insecure for that." I say, and I took a sip of my water to hydrate my dry lips.

"Why are you insecure?" He said, leaning against the wall.

"I'm not like those other girls he's been with, the skinny small ones." I was spinning the water in my glass at this point, while Buck sighed.

"Don't compare yourself to those girls. I'd say something like 'You have nothing to be insecure about' -which you don't- but I know it's the last thing you'd want to hear." He said after a pause. It's true, I'm not fishing for compliments, it makes me feel guilty.

"I know." Is all I could say. I didn't feel like saying anything to be honest, and I also didn't know what else I could say.

"I think you should tell him." Buck said, then motioning his head over to him walking over. I flashed a small smile at him and I turned and looked at Dally.

He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist and started to kiss me. I was still uneasy and I knew that he was looking for some action tonight, and I just smiled when he pulled away. He gave me a confused look and then took my hand and brought me upstairs. He closed the door and looked at me.

"What's your problem tonight?" He slurred.

"I don't want to have sex with you tonight." I turned away from his cold stare.

"Why not? You never want to have sex with me. You're lucky I haven't ran off to some other girl." His words were barely formed together which made it confusing to understand.

"Because maybe I'm not like those other girls, Dallas! Maybe- I'm not as skinny or as small as those girls!" I stuttered and he dropped his stare and it turned into concern again.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He seemed to sober up quick and it startled me.

"I'm afraid you're not gonna want me if you see me underneath these clothes." I spit out and I slumped down on the bed.

He started laughing a little bit and I started to tear up and I looked at him.

"What the hell are you laughing about?" I snapped.

"I'm laughing because you think that's all I care about. God, you're beautiful, you think that I'd hate you if you weren't built like a meth addict?" He approached me and cupped my cheeks, "You're only tempting me more."

I smiled hearing him. I kissed him and it turned into a heated make-out session, and soon, he started to take my clothes off. He pulled away from the kiss and he looked at me.

"You want me to?" He asked for reassurance.

"Yes, Dal." I giggled and kissed him again. After he undressed me, he left trails of kisses down my body.

"I'll show you how much I want you and your perfect body." And I let out a sigh of relief.

I was horrified that he wouldn't want me. And he does. And I love him, but I couldn't tell him that yet.