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added by TomboyWriter
This Những kẻ ngoài cuộc bức ảnh might contain anime, truyện tranh, phim hoạt hình, and manga.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will bạn please tell me why?” bạn were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. bạn were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and bạn loose it. bạn put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, xin chào everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks bạn up an places bạn in his lap.
He rocks bạn back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, bạn know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” bạn say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” bạn smile.
He looks up at bạn in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the đi văng to face you.
bạn just smile.
He scoops bạn up into a giant hug.
How were bạn going to tell him bạn got laid off?
Y’all needed money… bạn had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course bạn had to lose your job.
bạn walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. bạn were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of bạn sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” bạn mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. bạn don’t have to…” bạn start.
“No.. I’d make thêm money than bạn would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
bạn turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” bạn laugh, as bạn lean down to scoop the snow.
bạn are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. bạn ngọn lửa, chữa cháy back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles bạn into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” bạn laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
bạn were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
bạn start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are bạn cold?”
“Yeah.” bạn nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” bạn smile.
He picks up the naked two năm old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
bạn were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did bạn and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
bạn look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
bạn can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” bạn scold. bạn glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” bạn say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, bạn pig.” bạn laugh.
“Nah, I tình yêu just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I tình yêu you.” bạn whisper.
“Not as much as I tình yêu you.” He squeezes you.
“Are bạn crying?” bạn ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes bạn are, bạn big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. bạn want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to bạn as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
