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He’s My Son, He Makes Me Shine (Dallas)

Requested by an anon

(please tell me someone understands the title)

Summary: Dallas gets the reader pregnant but during the pregnancy he cheats on them with Sylvia, causing him and the reader to split up.

Warning(s): Angst, Pregnancy

Dallas stood defiantly on your lawn while you set the last box in front of him. To say you were pissed was an understatement in the least. But you weren’t about to let him see it. He said nothing, neither of you did, you both knew what he did. Just yesterday you came home to find him undoubtedly sleeping with none other than Sylvia.

He always talked trash about her and told her how he never wanted to even look at her one more time. It made you wonder if he was saying the exact same things about you. Or god forbid the small peanut growing inside of you. It was the main reason you refused to let your anger get physical. Instead you neatly packed each and every one of his belongings in boxes and set them on the lawn.

After you set the last one down, you looked up at him and mustered the most threatening voice you could, “Leave.”

You turned your back on him, wondering if he could see the stab wounds he made as you made your way back inside. The door slammed shut and Dallas jumped ever so slightly before grumbling and starting to pick up the boxes. Running a hand through your hair you let out a shaky sigh and forced yourself to sit down on the couch.

A few days later a knock on the door ripped you from a very serious crime show marathon. Mixed with the assumption that it was Dallas immediately put you in a bad mood.

Trudging to the door you whipped it open with an attitude. “What?” The question fell from your mouth with venom before you realized it was Darry standing on your door step instead. “Oh, sorry. Uh, hi Darry. If you’re here to get me to take him back, I won’t.”

Darry shook his head and held his hands up. “No, I just… I wanted to see how you were.”

With a sigh you opened the door and gestured for him to come in. “I’m fine.”

“Are you? And what about…” He trailed off, eyes wandering to your barely-showing baby bump.

“Yeah. We’re fine,” You sighed and wandered to the couch, Darry following behind you.

“Are you gonna raise it all on your own?” Darry sat down, sincerely concerned and rather upset his friend didn’t even try to change his ways.

“I don’t see many other options.” You shrugged, nodding slightly.

After that, Darry said nothing more of the situation, changing the topic to something completely unrelated, most likely to get your mind off of Dallas. It was nice though, you had to admit that. Darry was easy to talk to and didn’t possess the risk of telling others like most the other boys had. In no time he had you smiling again, even going as far as to help you clean out the room you were going to use as a baby room.

Throughout the rest of your pregnancy the gang, minus Pony and Johnny, helped out as much as they could. Everyone tried to avoid the topic of Dallas as much as they could, but Steve was the absolute worst at it. Nearing the end of your debatable torture, reality started to seep in, causing quite a bit of anxiety for you. You were alone in this, yeah the gang was there, but none of them would be there throughout the whole thing, the night time feedings, the dirty diapers, hell, even your baby’s father didn’t want to stay.

The long anticipated day finally came, rather unexpectedly too. You phoned Darry at work, who gladly took a couple vacation hours so you wouldn’t have to take an ambulance. The ride there was slightly awkward and Darry was silently freaking out, making a mental not to himself to never have children of his own. Doctors and nurses ushered you into a room, some rushed and tense while others were relaxed and calm. The clashing dynamics stressed you out quite a bit but eventually the calm nurses weeded out the tense ones, leaving you in a relaxed atmosphere.

During the slight chaos you didn’t notice Darry slip out of the room to use the telephone. He dialed the number to Buck’s place, hoping that he was there and didn’t just waste a dime. Thankfully, he was and Buck put him on the phone. Darry explained the situation, telling him that he thought Dally should be there for you, or at least for your baby. When he hung up, Darry sighed, not sure if Dallas was coming or not.

Though he felt slightly awkward doing so, Darry stood by your side as you pushed, giving you words of encouragement while reminding him to cuss out Dallas for him not being there. Hours later, the little cry that pierced the room made you cry out in relief and joy. Even Darry teared up as he saw the tiny little human the doctor was cleaning off and handing to you.

About a half hour later you were finally alone with your baby, as you were looking over all his features you sighed, “You look just like your daddy.”

Hearing your little boy squeal happily when he heard your voice you laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll always love you, I’ll never leave you, darling.”

You sniffled, tearing up in your emotional and rather tired state, “I’m going to give you the absolute best life I can.”

A cough made you raise your head to look at the doorway, your eyes narrowing as they met Dal’s, “What are you doing here?”

The look in his eyes almost made you melt, he looked like hell and everything about his demeanor screamed that in that moment, Dallas was as vulnerable as he’s ever been in his life. “I just… I don’t know man, Darry called, and he said… Said I should come see.”

God, the tone of his voice threatened to make tears flow from your eyes once more, with a sigh you gave in to him for the moment, “Do you want to hold him?”

His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened and he walked into the room slowly, approaching the bed. He pulled the chair over to your side and you sat up so you could properly hand over your son, reminding Dallas to watch his head. You laid back on the bed with a tired smile, watching Dallas do the same thing you had done when you first held him.

“He looks like you.” Dallas grinned, momentarily looking up at you before going back to look at his son, not wanting to take his eyes off the child.

“We’ll see when he grows up,” You laughed softly, subconsciously glad he was there.

“We will?” Dallas looked up at you again, his eyes wide, a hint of fear in them, something new to even you.

“I think so,” You said with a smirk, knowing the two of you would have to have quite a long talk about everything and you just hoped maybe this baby would give Dallas a reason to finally listen to you and not fight as much.

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So I can’t stop crying after watching this.

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Could you do headcanons for Sodapop dating a girl with hearing aids (like she's not completely deaf but she still needs them cause her hearing is just p sucky) but she's always misplacing the damn things

— he doesn’t mind at all!— you thought he might find you strange or weird, but he doesn’t.— he tries making you write down where you’re putting them down every time you do— but you forget — he gets jokingly angry and it’s so funny— he’s trying to ask you questions BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR HIM— it��s stressful but so funny at the same time— he actually loves those moments so when you feel insecure he’s like ??— if you can’t find your hearing aids or you’re not wearing them, he has to come up next to you and it’s just daddy af— so sometimes you do it on purpose— if people look at you weird in public, having seen it or something, Soda fReaKs — he either makes them look stupid or confronts them— you would prefer him not doing it, but it shows he loves you and kaskskldkx cutie

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Pretty :3

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👌🏻👌🏻

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

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This is also important

Instruments Renamed for Accuracy (via WalkingSoliloquy) Previously: Animals Renamed for Accuracy

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This is important

Alternate Names for Animals (photos via Imgur) Related: Name Improvements for Everyday Stuff

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Note to my ex.

Today my professor told me every cell in our entire body is destroyed and replaced every seven years. How comforting it is to know that one day I will have a body that you will have never touched.

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curly would die in some really stupid way like he’s gonna slip in the shower or something

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The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

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Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.

(via feierwasduliebst)

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#breakoutofyourcomfortzoneandthrive2017

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I pray to God that none of you ever fall in love with words. I pray you fall in love with actions and kept promises. You deserve that much.

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She is more beautiful than any star or supernova. She outshines the sun. The moon is beautiful but it lacks what she has.

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the outsiders + halsey ;; new americana

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When you realize that a book written in the 60s is your only source of happiness

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the outsiders is a gay book reblog to piss of s.e hinton