Random Outsiders stuff [ongoing]

If you don't like it, don't read it. 

Order:

Pony, Soda, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Two-Bit, Steve

Pony- (This is when you guys have a house and you both have jobs. Also aged up like 6 years) He came home late at night after work one day. You were sitting on you bed crying with a blade held up to your wrist. Pony walked up to the door, and it was locked. 

"Hey, Y/N, you ok?" he started to worry when you didn't say anything. He knocked again and you still didn't respond. He saw a bobby pin on the table and used it to unlock the door. He saw you sitting there about to make a cut and his heart dropped. He rushed over to you and pulled the blade away from you. 

"Why?" he asked as he pulled you into a hug while tracing invisible patterns on your back, crying. 

"N-nobody loves me! You would be b-better off without me! Just face it! This world was never  m-meant for me!" You scream while bawling in his shoulder. 

"No, t-that's not t-true! The whole gang loves you. Come on, let's forget this ever happened, o-ok? Let's just...watch a movie or s-something." He said, wiping your tears. 

This one is a little more sensitive so here's your warning. 

Soda- (This is aged up like 5 years, so you guys live together.) He comes back from the DX around noon, and you are crying on the bathroom floor, screaming out in pain as you watch the blood pour from your wrist. You take your switch and make another long incision from your wrist all the way down your forearm. As the blood runs, you start to get dizzy. Soda comes home and hears you screaming so he walks over to the door. 

"Y/N? Love, open the door," he said while knocking. 

"I-I can't..." you studder as you start to get nauseous. He really starts worrying now. He somehow gets the door open and sees you(!Warning!) lying in a pool of your own blood. Luckily, you still have a pulse. He starts bandaging your arm as tears start to fall. You wake up 20 minutes later on your bed to Soda pacing around your room. You look down to see your arm pretty much in a cast and you realize what you did. 

"Soda?" He rushes over and sits on the bed next to you. His cheeks are tear-stained, and you can tell he's been worried. 

"I'm sorry," you tell him. 

"N-no need to be sorry, just tell me w-why." He chokes out clearly on the verge of tears. You shake your head.

"It's o-ok, you can tell me l-later," he chokes out, getting into bed with you, spooning you. "Just know I love you o-ok?" You nod slowly. 

Darry- (This is a little later than when the book took place.) He walked in on you bandaging your arm while sitting on the bathroom counter. 

"Hey love! What happened?" he asked, "Socs?" He looked down to the counter and saw the switch. You knew what was about to happen. 

"Don't tell me you..." his voice trailed off as you nodded your head slowly, looking down. He stepped closer to you. 

"Why baby?" he asked grabbing your hands. 

"I hate myself! The world hates me Dar! I'm not meant to be here! I hate it here!"  You sob. 

"No!" tears start flowing down his cheeks, "I-I can't l-lose y-you! Please! Stay with me...please?..." You stay silent. He stands between your legs, and you wrap your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. He carries you to the bedroom and you lay on top of him, cuddling as he traces invisible patterns on you.