The Outsiders Imagines And Stuff

Darry: Your not gonna hurt me

"Darry, it's okay," I smirked. "You're not gonna hurt me."
I looked down at my now 7-month pregnant belly.
Darry rolled his eyes.
"Why did I even get you pregnant in the first place," He asked walking out of our bedroom.
"Oh Darry," I got up to follow him.
"I know you can be gentle"
"No, ill just end up breaking you" He sat on the couch.
I rolled my eyes. Ever since I've been pregnant Darry won't even touch me.
Sure maybe a kiss on the lips or just on accident, but no hugs or cuddles and it was starting to get me pissed off.
I sat next to him and squeezed his side. He groaned and pushed me off gently.
I pouted and sighed.
"Why don't you love me?" I asked him.
"What? Of course I love you." He stood up.
"Well you sure don't express it" I looked away.
"I just don't want to hurt you. How many times have we had this conversation?"
"Too many," I sighed.
"Hey, guys" Soda walked out into the living room.
"Hi Soda" I sighed.
"What's wrong?" Soda walked over and sat next to me.
"Oh nothing it's just that Darry doesn't love me"
"I never said that!" Darry called from the kitchen.
"Well it's a good thing I love ya!" Soda gently tackled and tickled me.
"Uncle! Uncle!" I laughed.
It was easy for the gang to tackle and carry me around do to my small size and weight. I was smaller than Pony.

Darry walked in, sat on the couch and turned on the tv. I stood up and sat next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"Would you please cuddle me?" I
whined. "Please please!?"
"Y/n, I don't want-"
"Kay. You're not going to hurt me but whatever" I got off of him and shoved him away. I scooted to the other side of the couch.
"I'll cuddle you!" Soda pipped up.
"Awe thanks Soda"
He picked me up bridal style and walked over to "Darry's" chair and sat down. He crossed his hands over my belly and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.
"Heh, ok Soda" I said.
"Wait, watch Darry" Soda chuckled under his breath.
Soda pulled me in closer to his body and gingerly kissed my neck which made Darry sit up.
"Soda," He huffed.
"What? Your not gonna cuddle her, so I might as well" Soda shrugged and continued to kiss my neck. And then with no warning he licked me.
"SODA?!" I shrieked.
Darry lost it and took me from Soda.
He walked back to his spot on the couch and sat me down but didn't cuddle me.
I sat back up, and with a huff I stormed back to our room.
I fell on the bed and curled up into a ball, well at least tried to.

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"Y/n?" Darry followed and got on the bed.
"Go away Darry, your not gonna do anything to help. You won't even touch me!" My voice cracked.
There was a long pause.
"To be honest," Darry broke the silence. "I'm just scared. Scared to be a dad, and scared that I'm not good enough for you."
I sniffed.
"Darry, you'll make a fine dad" I smiled. "But why does any of this have to do with you not touching me? I don't bite ya know."
"Well," he began.
"You don't want to hurt me?" I finished for him.
He nodded. I rolled my eyes.
"Darry for the last time, You are NOT going to hurt me. Look at me I'm perfectly fine."
Darry bit his lip.
"Here," I offered my hand to him and he took it.
I held our hands to my belly.
"Awe, see? Not so bad after all, huh?"
Darry giggled a little.
"Not really" He smirked.
"So, you wanna cuddle me now?" I questioned.
"Oh Y/n, you know I don't wanna hurt you." He sarcastically commented.
I rolled my eyes once more.
"Just get over here" I grinned.