(Requested ♥️)

You and Dallas often wrestled when you were bored. What was a simple nudge to the side could very easily escalate into a mini-rumble amongst you two.

While you typically left with nothing more than a bruise or two, this time was different.

"I've got you pinned, {{user}}, you can't do nothin'!"

Dallas exclaimed with a cocky laugh. He held one hand on your wrist as it rested on your backside, his other planting itself on the back of your neck.

Such position could only bring back countless traumatic memories from the past. Whenever you began to struggle in a way in which you had never struggled before, he knew something was wrong.

"Whoa-, you alright?"

He muttered almost instantly, loosening his grip on you.