THE OUTSIDERS AND MORE X READER ONESHOT AND SMUTSHOTS

⚠️Dally x GN! Reader

TW: blade, sh, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of puking,
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You and Dally were at one of Buck's many parties to get your mind off of how mad you were from fighting with your brother, Darry about some dumb shit. Dally handed you a beer, lifting an eyebrow with a smirk, you rolled your eyes and took it, he then handed you his leather jacket, you took it and draped it over your shoulders.

"Hey Dal, I'm gonna go upstairs," you said looking at him. He nodded and went back to his conversation with the other person next to him. The house was so loud and crowded. It was making you anxious, but you could handle it once you were in a room alone.

You closed the door to the room and walked over sitting down on the bed in the small room. Taking a sip of your beer. Still pissed off, you looked around the room for something dumb to do. Then you found a broken shard of glass, you thought and thought and thought, before taking the glass and carefully cutting your arm with it, gently at first, but slowly getting more and more rough and pushing deeper, after a few cuts you threw the shard out the window and walked to the bathroom, kicking out the couple making out in the shower, then rinsing off your arm and covering it by putting on Dally's leather jacket.

You walked back to the bedroom, closing the door again. Now feeling guilty. You chug the rest of the bottle. You head back downstairs and get three more, heading back to the room, and finishing the last three. Just as your drunken body was about to get more Dally walked into the room.

"Sweetheart, why are you drinking so much? You never drink," he asked. You just walked up to him laughing. You put a hand on his chest.

"When did you- get a twin? Haha, he's just as handsome as you," you laugh. He looks down at you worried and sad, he never looks like that, ever.

"Baby, you need to get some rest..." he said, he was really worried.

"No, you need to sleep," you giggled, "I'm gonna head home." You started to walk towards the door and he grabbed your arm. You winced slightly and still laughing somehow, you ripped your arm out of his hands and stumbled downstairs and out the front door. Dally running after you.

"(Y/N) wait!" he yelled, running after you. You turned around and he hugged you once more. "Let me at least walk with you," he whispered, holding a hand on the back of your head. Giddily you laughed and agreed.

You two walked in very much not silence. Dally kept asking you questions to keep you up like,"Why did you drink so much?" his eyes look sad and pleading.

"Mad at myself," you respond drunkly.

"Why where you mad at yourself?" he asks.

"I cut myself, because I wanted to do something dumb," you said, "And now... Now..." You started crying.

Dally looked broken, he hated seeing you like this. He stopped you and him from walking, and pulled you into a hug. You held him close, and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning you woke up on the couch of the house you knew all too well. The house you grew up in. With Dally sitting asleep somewhere near you. Your brothers were already out of the house. It was just you and Dally, you stumbled into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, ready for whatever was about to come out. After a little bit of throwing up pretty much everything from the previous day you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"What are you doing to yourself (Y/N)?" you frowned, looking around the cabinets. Before remembering the pocket knife in your pocket. You flipped out the blade of the knife and examined it, slightly poking the tip with your index finger. An instant reaction happen.

You heard Dally groaning from the other room. "Fuck me," he mumbled, "My head hurts like a mother fucker. Shit, (Y/N) where are you?"

You chuckled to yourself before calling out to him, "In the bathroom." Dally didn't say anymore, he just walked into the kitchen and looked around for food. Eventually seeing what time it was.

"Babe it's like 11:57 you wanna go get lunch? It's my treat," he said, you could hear his smirk through the door.

"Ok, fine. Just give me a minute," you smiled. Flipping away the blade and putting it back in your pocket. You washed off the blood from your index finger and put a band-aid on it.

"Ok sweetheart you ready to go?" he said before looking at you up and down with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess I'm ready," you chuckled.

"Damn baby, you look sexy with my jacket on," he smirked, "Didn't get to take a good look at ya last night. But now... damn."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you close and kissed your cheek. "Alright Dal let's head out," you said, almost like it was a command.

"Alright sweets," he flashed you a smile before you walked outside. As you were walking you noticed some girls all whispering and talking. They looked you up and down, laughing. Feeling a little more self conscious about yourself you looked around trying to find anything to distract yourself.

Finding one thing. The pocket knife. You pulled it out of your pocket examining the handle. "Hey Dal, can we stop over at some place I need to go to the bathroom," you said, pleading in your mind that he would say yes.

"Yeah, no problem," he smiled at you as you walked over to the closest place. The DX, where your brother and friend worked.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Soda announced as you walked in. You made a run for the bathroom and Soda looked at Dally with a confused look, but Dally shrugged in response.

You took out the pocket knife and flicked open the blade. Making small cuts on the same arm you cut last night. Once you were done you walked out. And Soda was gone, now replaced by a sweaty Steve talking with Dally.

"Hey (Y/N)," Steve smiled. You smiled back before looking at Dally.

"Could we leave and go get food?" you whispered to him, closing up his leather jacket.

"Yeah, of course. Hey Steve, I'll see ya later man ok?" Dally said with a smug look. Steve nodded and waved. Upon walking outside you both waved goodbye to Soda as you walked to Dairy Queen. "Ok babe, what do you want?" he asked looking at you.

"(F/F), and (F/D)," you replied.

"Anything else?" he asked looking at you. You shook your head and his eyebrows furrowed, a little worried about you. "Ok... If you say so," he shrugged.

A few hours later you and him were chilling, and holding hands when he notices what felt like water dripping down his hand. He looked down and saw blood.

"Babe. Please answer me honestly, did you hurt yourself?" he says sternly.

You panicked, wondering how he knew, when you noticed the blood running down your hands. He grabbed your hand tighter and pulled it close. "(Y/N) Curtis. Can I pull up the sleeve of my jacket and look at your arm?" his voice pained and his eyes showing sadness, confusion, and worry.

Once you nodded he gently rolled up the sleeve of the leather jacket seeing all the cuts. "Baby... Oh..." he mumbled. His voice pained.

He held you in a tight embrace as he asked you, "Why? Why did you do this?" You went on to explain and he just held you all the tighter.

He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling away from the hug to look at you, his hands planted on your shoulders. "(Y/N) I love you, with all my heart. So please, let me help you out. I'll take care of these cuts, and I'll help you patch them up ok? You just need to take off my jacket first," he looked into your eyes hoping you trusted him, which of course you did.

You nodded, "Ok... I'll take off the jacket." He smiled as you took it off. You two walked to the bathroom to clean the cuts and bandage them up.
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Hey, this story is on the longer side, I hope you enjoyed. Remember to stay hydrated, eat, take care of yourself, and push through all the rough days of not feeling good enough, depression kicking your ass, the urge to self-harm, and more. I'm always here to talk if you need me. And as always I hope I can make your day at least a little better. Have a good day/night! Bye :) <3