THE OUTSIDERS AND MORE X READER ONESHOT AND SMUTSHOTS

⚠️Ponyboy x GN! Reader

TW: blade, sh
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It was like any other day, you were walking around Tulsa in your favorite outfit, feeling confident in yourself. When suddenly some Soc's spotted you. "GREASER!" they called out. Nothing too bad, still sucked, but you were used to it. It was the way of life.

One of them jumped off the trunk of the car and walked over to you. "Who dressed you today? Because you look horrible," the Soc scoffed.

"I did, asshole," you said simply.

"Hey watch your mouth, you're lucky we don't cut you to pieces right now," he replied. You shook your head and walked off. He grabbed your arm. "Nuh uh, for that snarky remark you aren't leaving until we tell you that you can leave," he chuckled, smirking evilily.

The Soc looked towards his friends, calling them over. They circled you, holding you up to a fence by your (f/c) shirt. They then started to berate you and make you feel horrible about yourself. "Greasers don't cry in front of strangers," you kept repeating in your mind, hoping you would eventually convince yourself to not cry at that very second. But it didn't work, you burst out into tears.

"Aw look at the crybaby boys," the Socs all laughed at you. They pulled you off the fence, pulling you to the left and pushing you to the ground. You took the opportunity to leave.

"That's right crybaby! Run away!" another Soc called out, laughing at you. You ran to the only place you could think of. The Curtis brother's household. When you entered the house door you called out, seeing if anyone was home, after no answer you walked over to the bathroom and broke down in the tub. Screaming and crying your eyes out.

You got up out of the tub after a little while you decided to get up and quit crying. You got out of the tub and stumbled over to the mirror, tears still pouring out of your (e/c) eyes. You stared at your reflection, disgusted by what you were doing in spite of everyone.

"What are you doing (Y/N)?" you asked yourself. Your eyes darted to the handle of a switchblade in your jacket pocket. You pulled it out, flipping the blade open. Tracing your pointer finger along the curves of the handle on the switchblade.

You held it up in front of your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. "No, (Y/N) what are you doing... No. You can't you promised yourself... And them... That you wouldn't," you tried convincing yourself, but no matter what you tried it didn't work. You rolled up the sleeve of your leather jacket, turning to your underarm. You made one medium sized cut on your wrist. Making more and more, not feeling satisfied by the few ones you had made. Soon your whole arm was covered with blood and cuts.

You heard the front door open, and Ponyboy called out, "Hello? Is anyone here? (Y/N)? Darry? Soda?"

"Shit," you thought. Quickly moving over and locking the bathroom door. Pony heard the shuffling to the door and the sound of it locking.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" Ponyboy called out, sounding a mix between scared and worried.

"Yeah, I'm in here," you said.

"Come on out here! Give your good ol' boyfriend a hug!" he joked. You didn't laugh, you just proceeded to start wash the cuts, crying slightly as the soap and water hurt like hell on them.

"Give me a second!" you said. Pony started to get worried again.

"Are you ok? You sound like you're crying... Or you have been," he asks.

"I... I'm fine, just watched a sad movie earlier," you replied. But he wasn't convinced.

"Ok," he said, walking over to the couch, and dropping his bookbag next to him on the floor. You quickly bandaged your arm and rolled down your sleeve, hoping the cuts wouldn't bleed through the bandages. Once you made sure everything was fine you unlocked the bathroom door and walked out to him, smiling like nothing happened.

"Hi love!" you said, sitting down next to him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey baby, what were you doing in the bathroom?" he asks, looking at you curiously.

"Nothing important," you told him, he was about to say something when Dally burst through the door.

"Hey Dal," Pony said, looking towards him.

"Hey Pony, (Y/N)," Dally said, looking at you with a smile, "Ya look nice today (Y/N)."

You gave him a fake smile and thanked him. He could sense something was up, but he didn't push it.

"(Y/N), what's with the bandages?" Pony asks, noticing some bandages showing out of your sleeve.

"Uhm, well-" as you started answering Two-Bit slammed the door open, scaring you in the process. Johnny casually walked in behind him, like the timid guy you knew he was. If anyone would understand it'd be him. "Hey Two-Bit, hey Johnny!" you greeted them.

"Heeyy (Y/N)!" Two-Bit said, drunkly. You rolled your eyes, knowing he had already drank today before asking to talk to Johnny outside privately.

"What's wrong (Y/N)? What happened?" Johnny asks you.

"I almost got jumped. I mean, I kinda did, but I didn't get hit," you went on, "But they said so many things and it got to my head... And well, it got bad again."

"Did you... Did you cut yourself again...?" he asked, worried.

"Yeah, I-I did," you cried, "I wanna tell the other but I don't know how... And I'm scared to tell them." Johnny pulled you into a hug and you cried.

"Start by telling Pony, and maybe get him to tell everyone for you if you don't want to," he said, trying his best to help. You nodded.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," you told him, wiping your eyes.

Johnny stood up, "I'll go get Ponyboy, ok?" he asked, making sure it was ok. You nodded and he ran inside. After a few minutes Ponyboy walked out from the house.

"Hey baby, what's wrong? Johnny says you need to tell me something. Something important?" he gives you a confused look.

"Yeah... Uhm..." you pull up your leather jacket sleeve revealing bloodied bandages.

"Oh my god (Y/N)... Who did this to you?" he asks, enraged.

"I did..." you explain, looking down at the ground. He looks up at you.

"(Y/N)... Oh love, come here," he says while pulling you into a hug, "Why didn't you come talk to one of the gang? We would have help you."

You closed tour eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks again. "Nobody was here. I tried convincing myself not to but I still did," you cried even more.

"Hey, it's ok. We aren't gonna be mad at you, I promise," Ponyboy reassured, running a hand up and down your back. You sniffled holding onto him closer. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked pulling you out of the hug a little to face you.

You thought for a second before saying, "I wanna tell the gang, but I don't know how to tell them. So I was wondering... Could you tell them for me?" Ponyboy smiles and nods.

"Come on, let's head inside then," he says standing up, holding out his hand for you to take it.
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That's the end of the first one, I hope you guys liked it! And if you are struggling with thoughts of SH or SH then please, contact someone. Reach out, you're not burdening someone by asking for help. Hell you can even message me. But thank you for reading. Have a good day/night! :)