that face just says c'mon son

Dally Imagine - "You are my everything "

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Full request: May I get from the request thingy “You are my everything ” with Dally please? Thx !

You knew who Dally was when you got together. You knew there was no changing him. There was no forcing him to show affection. And no expecting it. You loved Dally, really, truly, honestly, you loved him.

Usually, Dally would at least give you attention. He was a great person, but he wasn’t a bad one either. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend. Lately, he had stopped coming home. If he did, he was drunk. He started blowing you off. You were fed up.

You were waiting out front of Buck’s. You knew Dally would show up there eventually. And he did.

“What the hell is up with you?” you spoke as soon as he got close enough to you.

“What do you mean what’s up with me?”

You scoffed, “You never come home anymore, you’re always blowing me off, and if you do actually come home you’re drunk! That’s what I mean!”

Dallas just shrugged.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? Dallas I have poured everything I have into this! I’ve given you my everything!” you lowered your voice, preparing to face the truth, “Lately it’s seemed like you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

You look at Dally, waiting for any kind of answer. When he doesn’t say anything you get your answer. You nod slightly as tears fall down your cheeks.

“Goodbye, Dallas.”

You start to walk off when he grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“Please let go of me.”

“No.”

You look at him and try to pull your arm away, but his grip just tightens.

“Let go off me! You don’t get to do this anymore! You’ve given me an answer! You don’t love me anymore! Now, let go, you’re hurting me.”

Tears stream down your face as Dally slowly lets go of your arm.

“(y/n). C'mon…don’t cry.”

“Just tell me why. Why didn’t you just end it, instead of dragging me on like this? Y'know, every night I said ‘this is the night he’ll finally come back home’. But, you never did.”

Dallas looks at you, “You know how I am. You’ve always known. You-”

“You can go straight to hell! I knew you were the type of guy who wouldn’t exactly show that he cares, but I never thought you were the type of guy to leave his girl wondering if he’s ever coming back to her. Everyone was right, you’re a selfish son of a bitch.”

“Who gave you the right to talk to me like that!? Do you really want to know why I stopped coming home?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I do!”

“I love you! You are my everything. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You’ve got me going fucking insane. I’d do anything for you. I, I just thought that, that if I stopped being around you I wouldn’t be so hurt if you left me.”

You just looked at him for a moment.

You shook your head and looked down at the ground.

“C'mon, (y/n). Please, say something.”

“Dallas Winston, you son of a bitch.”

Dallas grinned slightly and bent down slightly trying to meet your gaze. You punched his shoulder softly.

“You’re the only guy I would let hurt me this bad.” you look up at him, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re the only girl I would let make me so crazy.”

Dally pulls you to him by the fabric of your shirt and connects his lips with yours. In that moment you knew that no matter how bad Dallas hurt you, you still couldn’t stop loving him.

#14 ~ First Kick

Boy(s): 4/4

Rating: No smut

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Ashton: “Babe, come to bed. It’s too late to be working!” You call, wanting Ashton to hold you as you fell asleep. It would be one thing if he was working on his actual job but no. For the past three days he’s been working in the nursery with few breaks and only coming to bed around midnight. You were thrilled that he was so excited to get the room ready for Chase and Mason but they wouldn’t be there for another four months and it was starting to get on your nerves.

“I’ll be in soon, (Y/N)!” He calls, meaning that he’ll be there in three hours just like the past two nights.

You look down at your two hands caressing your stomach. “You know, he’s your crazy father. I can’t even imagine what he’s going to be like when you guys are here.” You say, giggling at the thought of how crazy he probably will be by then. That’s when you feel a slight nudge underneath your one hand. A smile spreads across your face and your eyes widen in joy. “Ash, get in here!”

“I told you I will be in soon!” He called back.

You huffed in annoyance then said, “Fine, I guess you don’t want to feel one of your sons kicking.” That was all it took to get him rushing into your bedroom, knocking over a few things in the process.

“Are you serious? Or did you just say that to get me into the room?” He questions, suspiciously.

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” His eyes narrow suspiciously at you but he moves closer to you, sitting down on the bed beside you.

“Where?” He asks, looking down at your stomach. You take his hand and place it right where you felt on of your sons  kick. You both watch your stomach expectantly but nothing happens.

“C'mon guys,one of you kick for daddy.” You coo and then one of them kicks. Ashton’s face lights up and yours does as well. “I guess they just like my voice.” You say and surely enough one of them kicks again.

Calum: “The new album sounds amazing, Cal! I’m so proud of you and the boys.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, babe. We’re really proud of it. What do you think, Archer?” Calum asks your stomach.

“Don’t expect a kick, if that’s what you’re hoping for. I’ve been trying for a week straight to get him to kick and nothing works.” You complain, but of course dying to prove you wrong you feel Archer kick underneath Calum’s hand.

“Well, I guess he only needed to hear daddy’s voice.” Calum smiles, proud of his ability to get Archer to kick.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess he’s gonna be a daddy’s boy.” You grumble.

“Oh don’t worry babe. He’s gonna love you and I’m sure he’ll kick for you soon enough. Just give it some time.” Calum responded.

Calum got up and walked over to the CD player to take their CD out. You decide to try out Calum’s theory. You rub your hands over you stomach and say, “Come on Archer. Kick for mommy, please. I love you so much little boy, more than I ever thought I could love someone that I’ve never met.” Right after you finish talking, he kicks underneath your right hand. A smile spreads across your face, and Calum seeing your expression chuckles.

“See? I told you he would kick for you.”

Michael: Your eyes widen as you feel a nudge on your side. The boys were in the middle of rehearsing in your basement but you didn’t care. You waved your hands  in front of the glass of the recording room eventually catching Luke’s attention. He signals the boys to stop and points to you.

“What’s wrong babe?” Michael asks through the glass.

“Ariadne just kicked! Come here if you want to feel!” You squeal. The boys fight to get out of the room but eventually Michael pushes through and rushes over toward you, followed by the other three boys.

“It’s my daughter and my wife! I get to feel first!” He exclaims as the boys tried to get to you. They relent and back up a little bit, allowing Michael to place his hands on your stomach. Then Ariadne kicks again, right where Michael’s left hand was. His eyes widened in awe. “That’s amazing!”

“Can I feel?” Luke asks moving closer to you. You nod your head and take his hand in yours, placing it on your stomach right where Michael’s hand was.

“Come on Ariadne, kick for Uncle Luke.” I coo. Not minutes later she kicks, quite firmly, underneath his hand.

“That’s amazing! There really is a baby in there.” Luke says and the rest of the boys chuckle. For the next ten minutes each of the boys take turns feeling Ariadne kick before going back to their practice.

Luke: “It’s so nice to have you guys over for dinner.” Liz says, putting the food out.

She had invited Luke and you over because you haven’t been there since you before you found out you were pregnant. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t want to spend time with Liz and Andrew, you guys were just super busy with work and starting to prep for the baby.

“Have you guys decided on a name for her yet?” Andrew asks, shoveling a spoonful of your homemade mac & cheese into his mouth.

“Yes we have,” Luke responds to his dad, “we’ve decided to name her Kayleigh Emerson Hemmings.”

“That’s such a pretty name!” Liz exclaims, smiling proudly at her son. “I still can’t believe my baby boy is married and having a baby of his own.”

“Don’t be so dramatic mum, I’ve been married for two years now. It’s nothing new.” He says, and then you all go back to eating our dinner.

While helping Liz clean up you feel a weird sensation on your stomach, almost like something was running across it. When you tell Liz, and huge smile spreads across her face and she say, “(Y/N) that’s the baby kicking! Luke come in here, (Y/N) just felt the baby kick!”

You hear Luke drop whatever he was holding as he rushes into the kitchen. He runs over to you and smiles widely when she kicks underneath his hand.

-Sierra xx