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Two-Bit Mathews x Plus Size!Reader

-A four part story-

⚠️WARNING: This part contains SMUT. Minors DNI!!!⚠️

*(Both characters in this story are consenting adults!!)

Part 3:

Part 4(final part)

There, they stood over Dally's body. He was shot all to hell. Darry was screaming at the top of his lungs at the police. They didn't care. All they saw was a gun, and that was enough to end a seventeen year old's life. Y/N knelt in in the grass and threw up. She couldn't stand the sight of Dallas' unconscious body sprawled on the ground like bloody swiss cheese. Two-Bit held her hair as she expelled the contents of her stomach. Steve's hands were up in a plea for them not to shoot at the rest of them. Ponyboy and Soda stood still in shock and horror. All of them still bruised and bloody from the rumble. Soon enough, the coroner came and carted his body away. Silently, they all made their way back home. None of them speaking.

Y/N opened the door to her house, and her and Two-Bit made their way inside. She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth while Two-Bit took a shower. As she sat in her bed, she thought about how fragile life was. Two people she cared about who barely got to have a life were dead before they even had the chance to turn eighteen. She thought back to Dally's body on the pavement, and her stomach began feeling queasy again. Two-Bit walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and shuffled through the dresser for a pair of pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of grey ones and slipped them on tossing his towel in the corner. Y/N could tell his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He wasn't the type to cry very often. He was always so happy and clowning around all the time. Hardly anything happened that made him feel the need to cry. Y/N got out of bed and walked up behind him, placing a hand on his back gently. "Two..." she murmured softly. He turned around and smiled a sad smile down at her.

"C'mere babydoll," he whispered, gathering her up in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "This is all I need, right here. 'Greasers this'. 'Socs that'... I just want my baby." He cooed softly.

"Oh, Two..." She tried not to cry as she ran her fingers through his hair that was freshly washed and grease free. He brought his head up, looking down at her lovingly. She was in her cute little silk pajama set, and her eyes shined up at him like sapphires.

"Oh, ya sweet thing," he whispered, kissing her deeply, the passion and force of the kiss causing her to melt. He grabbed both her thighs and lifted her around his waist, carrying her over to the bed.

"Stop! I'm too heavy!" She giggled. He placed her down on the bed and crawled ontop of her, peering into her eyes.

"Nonsense babycakes," he mumbled, kissing down her neck.

K... Keith... aah," she mewled softly. Hearing her say his first name given the context drove him absolutely crazy. He slipped his hand underneath her night shirt, skillfully slipping it off over her head. The exposure made her blush, looking away from him shyly. It wasn't like he had never seen her before, but she was always a little shy when he saw her like this.

"Hey... look here, sweetheart." He placed his hand on her cheek and moved it to face him. Her eyes held a certain anxiousness that he was all too familiar with. "Don't be scared, babydoll. It's just me. I've got ya," he said lovingly, placing a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at him, nodding slowly.

"I trust you," she whispered shakily. He peppered kisses along her jaw, making his way back to her neck. One hand kneeded her breast while the other slipped off her bottoms. The sudden cool air caused her to shiver softly.

"Don't worry, you won't stay cold for long," he whispered huskily in her ear. She shivered again, but not from being cold. Her hands made their way into his hair, tugging softly making him groan. He paused, taking time to slip his own pants off before hastily jumping back on top of her. "Are ya ready, babydoll?" She swallowed hard before nodding up at him slowly. As he inched his way inside of her, she wrapped her arms around his, grasping his biceps for support and letting out a long, soft yelp. "That's it... good girl," he praised as he filled her core. He halted his movements for a moment, allowing her to adjust before starting to move. His pace was slow at first, the both of them savoring the delicious feeling. Pretty soon, she felt herself needing more of him.

"Aah... Keith...mmh, please, faster," she begged between moans. He obliged, gladly as he began pounding into her mercilessly. "Oh fuck," she screamed, her nails digging into his muscle. He groaned loudly in a mix of both pain and pleasure.

"Say my name again, baby," he commanded softly. She blushed, moans falling sloppily from her lips. He pulled all the way out and thrusted in hard. "Aah. Say it."

"K-Keith... aahh Keith, please, mmmh aah," she mewled.

"So beautiful, babygirl. Mmmnh," he praised again before nipping at her neck behind her ear. She was so drunk with pleasure that her head was swimming. Her arms tightened desperately around his biceps in an attempt to pull him even closer as blissful noises continued to tumble from her lips. He chuckled at her, pressing his body closer. "Needy, are we?" His pace didn't let up as he could tell her climax was fast approaching. He rutted into her harder and quicker than before, coaxing her along. "Come on y/n... aahh... come on, sweet thing."

"Keith... ooohh!!" She screamed out as the rope in her stomach snapped, and waves of pleasure washed over her.

"That's it... aahh," he groaned now, chasing his own high. Pretty soon, he let go, releasing inside of her, the both of them panting messes.

"T...Two-Bit," she squeaked,"but...what if..." he stopped her before she said anything else.

"Don't worry about it, baby... tomorrow I'm goin' out and lookin' for me a job, first thing. As long as you don't mind, havin' a little Two-Bit runnin' round here," he smiled, pulling out of her and sitting up, tugging her into his lap. She blushed, staring up at him.

"That sounds perfect," she beamed.

He hopped out of bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning the both of them up and helping y/n put her pajamas back on. She didn't realize how hungry she was until her stomach growled fairly loudly. Neither of them had really eaten much that day other than the three beers Two-Bit had earlier. "Hungry?" He asked with a laugh. She chuckled herself.

"Yeah, very," she commented.

"Me, too. I'll go heat up the chicken from yesterday's dinner. Be right back, babycakes," he stated, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

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CHAPTER 1

The first time Johnny Cade saw Dallas Winston, he walked into the Curtis household to see him bleeding out on the kitchen counter.

12 year old Johnny is on a walk on a bright Saturday afternoon, the summer sun is high in the sky and beating down as he makes his way to his friend Sodapop's house. He had met him at the beginning of the previous school year and had been introduced to Soda's best friend Steve and his friend Keith, whom they called Two-Bit since the kid never stopped cracking jokes, and eventually to his brothers Darrel and Ponyboy.

They all had a love for looking tuff, rough housing, and Mickey Mouse. Over the course of the school year they had all gotten really close and were a tight knit group, always hanging around the Curtis house after school and sharing chocolate cake and watching Mickey or hanging out at the park and causing a little chaos.

The summer for them so far had been lots of fun but unfortunately, Mr.Curtis had recently lost his job and they had fallen on hard times so they decided they had to sell Sodapop's horse, Mickey Mouse. He had him for two years and had placed in the top 3 of every barrel race they competed in together, Soda loved and cared for his horse like no other but he was just too expensive to keep taking care of.

That morning the whole Curtis family had headed down to the rodeo auction house to sell him. Sodapop had understandably been upset all week about losing Mickey, so the guys had gotten together and decided they would meet up at the house that afternoon to surprise him and keep him in good spirits. Johnny was a little late after some trouble at home had kept him for a while, but he had a pep in his step as he hurried on through the front gate, excited to spend time with his friends.

(A/N: my slow ass had to re-read this twice 😭 but I got you stink!!!🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽)

“Uh-Oh!” Curtis!Fem!reader X Dallas Winston. Part 2

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After the long conversation you had with your brothers about you dating Dally, Darry came up with something.

It made you upset to hear when Darry said “I don’t like this relationship but I’ll give it a chance. For a week. If I don’t like it or see something bad that I don’t like ya doing (Y/N), then you and Dally will have to break up.” You felt tears prick at your eyes. “That ain’t fair! You all be hanging out with greasers and stuff but when I date one, it’s a total headache for you all! That ain’t fair!” You argued with your oldest brother.

“(Y/N), if ya don’t start listenin’, I’ll start restricting you from seeing him from now on till you die.” Darry stated firmly. You gave an annoyed sigh and looked away, upset . “Fine.” You grumbled.

But you started thinking about it. It’s simple! Just bring Dallas over to the house and act all good and stuff, Darry will have no choice but to let you date him!

Easy, right?

Wrong.

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Almost everytime you and Dally went out for one of y’alls midnight adventures, somebody from the gang was always tailing the both of ya! But the most annoying out of them all was Two-Bit.

He wasn’t even discreet or sneaky about it! He just came up and wrapped his arms around both of you whenever it was his time to spy on y’all. (More like third wheel.)

On the fourth day, Dallas did something bad. He shoplifted. A beautiful necklace just for you. You loved it and thought it was the most stunning jewelry ever but you knew Darry would instantly make you break up if he saw it.

So you hid it. In your bra drawer. And it was successful! Darry never found out about it. So Dally kept shoplifting and bring your more beautiful jewelry. And you’d give him the sweetest kiss ever as a thank you to him.

Fortunately, the gang never saw him do this but if they did, they kept quiet about it.

But then on the fifth, almost close to the end of the week, Pony told on you again. You got upset and you kept asking why he would do this to his sweet older sister.

He told you it was because he wanted you to be safe and not get into trouble because you’re his sister and you’re the best thing ever(even though you were mad at him, his reason was cute enough to cool down your anger). He told Soda, who told Darry, who told you to come to the living room, with Dallas.

“Shoplifting jewelry? Then puttin’ it on her? She could go to jail for Christ’s sake Dally! And she’s a good girl.” Darry scolds Dallas.

“Darry, please, he was just tryna show me he’s a good boyfriend! Darry, please, pretty please, let me stay with him! I…I love him!” You pleaded, clasping your hands together in a beggar way.

Darry looked at you then looked away. He knew what you were doing. You we’re using the puppy dog eyes on him. He hated the fact you could get whatever your heart desired. And it desired Dallas.

He sighed, upset as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N…” He began. “Yes!” You perked up, looking up at him. “If I let you continue to date Dallas, do you promise me you won’t get in trouble with the police, you won’t get pregnant, you won’t do anything dangerous that could possibly kill you or somebody else?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Oh, thank you Darry!” You smiled and hugged him tightly. He sighed and smiled, hugging you back and patting your head.

Dallas just grinned at the scene and started to leave before you turned to him. “Wait Dally! I’ll be with ya in a second.” You said, letting go of your brother and putting back your sneakers on.

“Don’t teach her how to do anything illegal Dally!” He yelled out after the both of you.

“Too late Darry!” Dallas laughed and so did you.

That’s when you saw Darry come out of the house with his shoes on. He was coming after the both of you. Well more specifically, Dally.

“Uh-oh!” You and Dallas laughed before running off and away to somewhere.

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an: i am actually writing this half asleep and i am not good whatsoever but i wrote this for @cherrydipp

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September 5th, 1967.

Entry #10

If there's one thing me and Trip had in common, it's that we hated that Curtis kid. But if we're being honest, I didn't always hate him. Back in the day, Ponyboy and I were close, more like brothers than me and Trip. We’d race through the streets, pushing each other to be faster, better.

But then things changed, and it wasn't just about running anymore. See, I’m a Soc, and Ponyboy’s a Greaser. Our social classes started getting in the way. People around us kept reminding us of where we stood, and the gap between us kept growing.

It wasn’t long before the friendly competition turned into something uglier. I started shoulder-checking him during races, making sure he knew his place. And Sergei was always ready to help me. I'd give him the nod, and he'd kick dirt at Ponyboy whenever he ran by.

It wasn’t just about winning anymore; it was about making sure Ponyboy knew he couldn't rise above his class. Every race became a battle of pride, and I was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took.

One day, after a particularly rough race, I saw Ponyboy sitting alone on the bleachers, his head in his hands. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt, but I quickly squashed it down. I don't care for some low-life grease. We used to be friends, and now we were just enemies divided by the train track of social class.

Yet, I walked over, hesitating for a second before sitting down next to him. "Hey, Curtis," I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes before they hardened. "What do you want, Melvin?" he asked, his voice cold.

“Listen-” I began, before I stopped myself.

As I sat next to Ponyboy, I could feel the weight of our rivalry hanging in the air. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "You think we can just forget everything? Just like that?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but inside, I was feeling the pressure. "I don’t know, man. It just feels like we’re wasting our energy fighting each other instead of doing something about the real problems."

He scoffed, crossing his arms. "You think I want to be friends with a Soc? You guys don’t get it. You don’t understand what it’s like for us." The anger in his voice made my heart race. I wanted to reach out, to bridge that gap, but I knew it was too late. The line had been drawn, and there was no erasing it.

"Fine," I said, standing up. "You want to keep hating me? Go ahead. But don’t expect me to sit around and take it."

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Ponyboy staring after me, our friendship shattered like glass.

Sometimes, it felt like the world was determined to keep us apart, and no matter how hard we tried, we were stuck in our roles. The rivalry would continue, and neither of us was ready to let go. The tension hung heavy in the air, and I knew deep down that this wasn't over.