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You Find Him Crying (Part 1)

Darry: You went over with some grocery bags and planned to make him dinner since the gang would be out and it was the anniversary of his parents death. When you got there you turned the knob, but the door was locked. You knocked on the door, “Darry?” You called, before moving and getting the spare key, unlocking the door, and you found him on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, tears running down his face. “Darry?” You asked quietly and he sobbed, “T-their never gonna come back...” He said, and you gently put the bags down and walked over, taking his head softly, “Hey... It’s okay...” You said, rubbing his cheeks, “They’re not going to come back but... They’re with you Darry, in here,” You said, placing your hand on his heart, “They’re so proud of you baby... You’ve been an amazing brother to Ponyboy, Sodapop... Even the gang.” He nodded and hugged you tightly around your middled, “I love you so much (y/n).” 

Sodapop: “Hey Sodapop?” You asked, walking into the DX, since it was late at night it was just Sodapop, he said he had to work late to finish up some soc’s car by morning. “Y-Yeah?” He asked from the garage, and you walked out there to see him sitting on a work bench crying. “Soda?” You asked shakily, you’ve never seen him this upset, “What’s wrong?” He swallowed hard and wiped his eyes, “I got a letter today... from Sandy. They... S-She said... S-She was pregnant with my baby and she didn’t want to burden m-me... S-So she said she t-took some pills and...” He sobbed covering his face. You walked over and leaned in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing his back, “Oh Sodapop...” You said, running your fingers through his hair, “I-it was my baby (Y/n)... My child and she killed it!” He cried. You held him tightly, not being able to imagine the pain he was going through, but you had situations in your own life that gave you an idea of the pain he was going through, “Soda... I know that this is hard but one day... It’s gonna be okay... The pain will be less and you’ll be okay again. I know it’s hard and I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re going through.” You told him, stroking his cheeks. He tucked his head in your neck and held you tightly 

Steve: Steve?” You asked,walking into his house. Since it was your date night and Steve hadn’t shown up you decided to go and find him to make sure he as okay. He never stood you up or was never even late you were worried. You heard a faint noise coming from his room so you walked down the familiar hallway and into his room and you found him on his bed with his head in his hands, “Steve? Baby what’s wrong?” You asked and he sniffled, handing you a letter. It looked like a woman’s writing, so you read it carefully. 

                       Dear Steven, 

I’m sorry that I’m writing you this and I havent been around since your tenth birthday. I need you to know that I didn’t leave because of you, I left because of your father. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, but when I left your father he took everything from me. Mrs. and Mr. Curtis lent me money to get back on my feet, and up until a few months ago I was saving to get custody of you. Unfortunately, a few days after I got a lawyer, I got diagnosed with cancer. It’s took late for me now, but I’ve left you my house, the money I saved, and my car, in a small town outside Tulsa. By the time this letter reaches you I don’t think I will be alive anymore and I’m so sorry I haven’t seen you lately, but I love you and i always will. Please forgive me, God is taking me now. I hope I see you again on day. 

“Oh Steve...” You whispered, tears in your own eyes. You hugged him tightly and he sobbed into your shirt You knew how much Steve hated showing emotions and you doubted any of the gang or even Evie had seen him cry. You loved Steve more than anything, and you knew better than to try and comfort him. You just held him while he cried and rubbed his back, hoping he’d eventually get better. 

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The Outsiders Preference- He Finds Out You Self Harm and Are Anorexic

Johnny: He walks into your house as a surprise, quietly walking into your room. You weren't there, but your journal was open on the desk. He glanced over his shoulder and went over to read what was written. I can't take it anymore. Every day I think about the ways I could end my life. I have the pills, I have my razor, and I know where Dad's gun is. I can't do this anymore. I'm fat and worthless and I can't even eat. You walked in and saw him reading it. "Johnny!" You exclaim, running to grab your book. However he grabs it first. You see tears in his eyes as he looks at you, noticing for the first time how skinny you really are. He hugs you tightly, "Please, (y/n), please don't do it. I can't live without you... I love you (y/n) and I want to help you... Please. You can't leave me. I'll help you... I love you. Please." You break into tears at the sight of your boyfriend panicking and nod, just wanting to be im his embrace so he could tell you everything will be okay.

Dallas: "What the hell?" He exclaims, pulling away from you. You blush, knowing that he felt the scars up and down your arm while you were making out. He takes your arm, rather roughly, and extends it. He looks to see all of the little lines that go across the sides of your arms. "(Y/n) What the hell is this?! Do you cut yourself?" He asks and you look away, not wanting to admit the truth. He hugs you to him tightly. "Please stop it, (Y/n), you have no reason to hurt yourself. We're already working on your anorexia, you can't continue to self harm." He says sternly, and you nod.

Sodapop: "(Y/n)? Are you not hungry?" Soda asks for the second time that night. He took you out for a nice dinner for your anniversary, and as much as you wanted to eat, you couldn't bring yourself to actually eat. So, you just shake your head. "I forgot we were coming and I ate before you picked me up." You lie smoothly, but Sodapop shakes his head. He eats the rest of his food in silence, and orders your fod to be put in a box so you could eat it later. He walks out to his truck with you, driving to a field and he gets out, taking your hand and leads you to the tail gate and he lays next to you in the back. "(Y/n), your mom told me about your suicidal thoughts. She told me about your anorexia... And I just... I want you to get better. We'll work through this together." "Really?" You ask him, and he nods. "Yes, now start with eating this whole dinner. Then I'm going to make sure you dont try to throw it up." As much as you hated being treated like a little kid, you nodded. 

Darry: You heard him walk in from work that night, you were home alone. Both his brothers left for the movies and some party. You sat in the bedroom, in shorts and a sports bra. You could see all of your ribs and your vertabrates, but you didn't care. Darry already knew about you being anorexic and he's helping you get through it. In your palm was a handful of pills. You were convinced that you were going to take your own life and had already taken a big gulp of water and was reaching to dump the pills in your mouth when Darry walked in. He ran towards you and slapped your hand so that the pills went flying. "HOW COULD YOU?!" He yelled at you and you swallowed the water, starting to cry. He pulled you into his embrace, "Dont you ever do that again."

Steve: He walked away from you, shaking his head. "I can't deal with this shit (Y/n)!" He yelled, and you sobbed, clutching your stomach. Your arms had blood pouring down them from where you slit your wrists deeply and in a vertical line. He left and you sat in the bathroom for what felt like hours until blood loss finally took over and you passed out. When you woke up you felt someone gripping your hand tightly, thinking it was weird since you had no family. You saw Steve and noticed his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. "S-Steve?" You say quietly, and he kisses you. "I love you. Don't you do that. Ever again. Or I'm coming right behind you." He promises. 

Ponyboy: "Wow, wasn't that self harm assembly sad? I can't understand why someone would want to do that to themselves..." He mumbles to himself and you subconsciously start rubbing your arms, not answering him. Later in the day you're called down to the office, and you walk into a small room and see Pony and your parents sitting there along with your guidance counselor. They all look at you, and you look at POny with betrayed eyes, and he looks up at you. "I just want what's best for you, (y/n)... And self harm isn't good for you." You sit beside him and tell your parents everything, and your guidance counselor writes it down and gives you some pamphlets after. You hug Pony, whispering a quiet thank you, and he kisses your head. 

Two-bit: He walks into your house one day, waving at your parents. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, where is (y/n)?" They look up at you with shocked faces. "She... She didn't tell you?" Your mother says quietly. Two-bit's smile starts to fade, "Tell me what?" Her parents look at eachother and sigh. "She goes to counselling twice a week... She's getting help to prevent suicidal thoughts." Your father tells him quietly. When you reach your bus stop, you see Two-bit standing there with a  bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolates and a huge teddy bear on the ground next to him. You get off the bus and he grins at you, kissing you. "I know what's going on, and I love you. We'll get through this together. You, me, and Teddy over there."