you tell them you’re pregnant

Pt 2 - 

Dallas Winston

Light was beginning to flicker through the blinds of the room. Dallas hadn’t returned all night, and you knew this because you had watched the sun slowly fade into darkness, just to flicker again.  What if he is gone? For good this time? You pulled the covers over your head and squeezed your eyes closed. It was too painful to even speculate. You wanted desperately to take back the last 12 hours. It was so bitterly unfair, he had just a big a part in this as you, maybe even bigger as you were certain he had initiated. The irony was lost on you.

You didn’t flinch when your apartment door was thrown open, an emptiness had taken over you and you didn’t know if you could ever feel emotion again. Part of you wished it was someone coming to rob the place, at least then you wouldn’t have to feel like this. “mornin’ doll” It was Dallas. You could guess what he had been doing by the slur in his voice. He stumbled over to the bed and flopped down beside you. His brown eyes looking into yours as he nuzzled his head into your thigh. Your heart flickered with sadness as you let his arms curl around your leg, you debated briefly pushing him off you but you didn’t have the energy. “Darry s’not happy” He sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. Darry? What had Darrel Curtis got to do with this? As if he could read your mind, he continued. “he was at Bucks and I told ‘im what happened. He hit me when I mentioned Syl and Buck’s friend. Started telling me to act like a man.”  You didn’t notice it in the low-light but a purpleish bruise was blossoming across his cheek. Your chest burned with gratitude. Thank God for Darry, He was the only Curtis who could get through to Dallas. “and?” His eyes opened at your voice, he looked frustrated.  “And, I’m tryna tell ya that ‘m sorry doll. I guess Im scared or somethin’. This kinda stuff comes naturally to you, but I ain’t got no example to learn from, how am I supposedto raise a kid?” He scoffed then, letting his eyes fall closed. You brushed a curl from his face instinctively as you tried to process what he said. It wasn’t an excuse; he shouldn’t have abandoned you like that but he looked so vulnerable laying against you and it was the most honest he’d been, even if his breath did stink of beer.  “Youre drunk Dal” you tried to make it sound firm, but your anger was melting into pain and fear. You were so hurt by him leaving you when this situation was scary for you too, you’d wanted to travel and leave here, maybe build a life for the two of you first and Lord only knows how your parents would react. The thought made your blood run cold.  “Yeah maybe but That don’t mean I aint being truthful, ask me again in the mornin’ doll, I’ll tell ya” His words faded as he fell asleep, still clutching your leg.

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Dallas Winston

“Dallas if you don’t stop whisperin’ under your breath then so help me God” You snapped, anger burning through your veins as you gripped the steering wheel. He was sitting in the passenger seat, for once, lazily holding the overhead handle. He promised to teach you how to drive, not make snarky comments the entire time. “Doll, the lines on the road aren’t suggestions” A smile tugged on his lips as you glared at him. You needed to pass this test, walking home from work in the dark was too dangerous and Dallas was working nights now.  “You can get out and walk the four miles home if you’re just gonna make me nervous.” Dallas laughed, as he slid his hand out the window, tapping the beat of the song on the roof.  “Relax doll, you’re doin’ fine”

Sodapop Curtis 

You were four hours into building this stupid bed. Soda had insisted on doing it by intuition which meant that after four hours you were left with a pile of mixed-up pieces. “Soda just read the instructions, this is ridiculous” You were growing frustrated with him, he had been ordering you around to no avail, You were beginning to feel like you belonged in his toolbox.  “Have some vision darlin’, where’s the fun in readin’ the instructions?” 

You glared at him but he was concentrating on two smal, nearly identical,l nails, wondering which to use.  “We didn’t buy this bed as a jigsaw Soda, we had to buy it because someone wanted to experiment”  His cheeks blushed at the memory, and he looked at you with a cheeky smile growing on his face. “I didn’t hear you complainin’ in fact I think I heard you moan-”  The pillow you launched at his face interrupted the rest. 

idk where that formatting came from but i tried to fix it and it didnt work :~(

the outsiders as modern day ig aesthetics 1/ ∞ ; Sylvia

Unplanned pregnancy /// Dallas • finding out would be hell, you'd probably realise together so Atleast you wouldn't have to experience telling Dallas winston that you were probably pregnant. But you did have to deal with him looking flustered as he grabbed his jacket with some half-assed excuse on his lips as he left you there in a panicked silence • and that would've lasted about 6 1/2 hours and you would've, in that time, cried Atleast twice until you could only hiccup and felt empty, watched some stupid rom-com in a haphazard attempt at distracting yourself before you eventually fell asleep bathed in the soft glow of the tv. • he'd come home, at an ungodly hour in the morning to find you like that, still with tear tracks on your cheeks and be it the liquor or his humanity that he too-often tried to pretend didn't exist, he'd feel terrible. He'd shrug off his jacket and climb in behind you. • you'd wake up to the feeling of his cold chest on your back and his hot breath on your cheek and for a moment you'd forget, for one blissful moment. And then heartbroken anger would blaze through you. But before you have time to curse him to the 9th circle of hell for leaving you like that, he'd whisper an apology. He'd break down a wall you thought you'd never see the inside of and he'd confess. He's scared. His dad was a dead-beat and underneath all that sarcasm and intimidation. One of his biggest fears would be turning out like that. • you'd reassure him and the two of you would spend the next few hours of dawn like that, cuddled together as thoughts raced through your head, neither of you particularly happy or sad. Idk why I wrote in this format but fuck it I've been gone for a year lol so ya why not