the outsiders imagines;)

he catches you trying to commit suicide;

*TRIGGER WARNING* 

please do not read this chapter if it will effect you negatively. i love you. :)

Steve;

It was about 4:30 pm and you had just gotten home from school, otherwise known as hell. You never really liked school because you didn't fit in with everybody else, and you and your family were constantly moving around so you could never stay in one place long enough to make any solid friends. The socs at your school have been giving you a really hard time for the past four months, not that they didn't before, but it was just less intense. At first it was just little things like calling you a "grease ball", but then it escalated to you being pulled into the boys restroom and slammed against bathroom walls. Of course you didn't tell anyone about this because you hated it when people worried about you too much. You were sitting in your room as all of the nasty things those docs have been saying ran through your head. "You're just a worthless piece of shit." "How is Steve dating a girl like you?" "You're ugly and fat, go loose some weight grease." The voices just kept replaying over and over again in your head until tears began to stream down your face and you couldn't take it anymore. You looked up from where you sat on your bed to your dresser, which had a bottle of sleeping pills on it. Growing up you had really bad insomnia, so you would take the pills to help you sleep, but you hadn't taken any in a while. You walked up to the dresser and picked up the prescription bottle. It was full, there was probably only three pills gone at most. You looked to the other side of the room at you glass of water on your night stand. "Nobody would actually miss you Y/N, you're just a worthless piece of crap." you muttered to yourself, before pouring about half of the pills into your mouth and then running over to your cup of water and downing them. Some time had passed by and Steve had finally gotten off of work and was coming over to your house. When he walked in he thought it was strange that you didn't greet him at the door or answer when he called your name. He decided to go see if you were in your room and was shocked with what he saw. When we walked into your room he was you strung out across the bed, glass of water spilt on the floor, and pills bottle half empty right next to you. "Oh my god, Y/N!" He yelled running up to you. He tried shaking you awake a few times, but you were budging, so he decided to pick you up and put you in the tub with him. He turned on the shower head and the water began pouring down on the both of you. "Please don't die on me." He cried as he held you there. You laid stiff in his arms not making any movements. "Goddamnit Y/N!" He shouted as he stuck two fingers into your mouth and gagged you violently, causing your eyes to open and you to throw up the majority of the pills all over yourself and Steve's hand. Steve then stuck his fingers back in and caused you to throw up the rest of the pills. It was silent for a second, but then the room filled with your wailing as you looked back at Steve and broke down. This only made Steve ten times more emotional than before. "Shh baby you're okay." He said stroking your wet hair and holding you tighter than ever before. You didn't speak, you just sobbed into his chest, wanting to disappear. After you both calmed down a bit, you both took an actual shower and then went to sleep in your room.

(this was kinda inspired by a scene from american horror story tehe.)

Dallas;

It was a dark rainy night, and you and your father had just gotten into a pretty nasty fight and he kicked you out. You didn't really have any of your own money or any family to help you out. You knew you could score a room at Buck's place for a couple of nights, but then after that you would be screwed. You were severely depressed, and you had never felt this alone in a while. Sure you had a boyfriend who really seemed to dig you, but you guys never really discussed feeling and this kinda stuff. You clearly didn't; have your dad anymore either, so you felt stuck. You got to Buck's and sat upstairs in Dally's room while you waited for him to arrive back from a day with the gang. As you sat there, something silver and kind of shiny caught your eyes, a pistol. Mesmerized by it, you walked across the room in a trance and picked it up. Suddenly a wave of anger, sadness and self hatred rushed through your body and the thoughts of things you could do with that gun clouded your vision. Of course you thought of the people you could hurt, but the main thing you couldn't seem to get off your mind was killing yourself. "Who needs me here?" you asked yourself out loud. You looked at the gun and toyed around with it some more, until you heard Buck's voice downstairs greeting Dallas. You had to think fast, either hide the gun, or shoot yourself before he came up and saw you with it. Shooting yourself seemed like the better option. But what happed next was the opposite of what you intended on happening. With a shaky hand, you held the loaded pistol up to the side of your head. The door swung open right before you were going to pull the trigger, causing you to shake even harder as tears ran down your cheeks. "Y/N." Dallas said your name nervously. "Y/N don't do this." He said again. Then, something changed, you suddenly weren't sad, you were mad, very mad. "Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I huh? I'll be putting myself out of my misery! I have nobody!" You shouted at him. "Y/N you have me, I love you, please don't do this." He said again as his face crinkled up and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. The sight of this brought you back to reality and you realized what had been going on. You yanked the gun away from your head and looked at it in fear. "What..I..." You said confused as tears began to roll down your cheeks. "Come here." Dally said before pulling you into his chest and holding you there for what seemed like forever.