#twobit

The Outsiders x Curvy/Chubby!Reader

an: sorry this one took so long😭 I had like half of it done then tumblr decided it had something against me and deleted it. Sorry if you wanted fics, I thought it would be easier to do as headcanoans.

W: mentions of insecurity, some swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Like I imagine Dally being his biggest victim so just like imagine them just hanging out in the Curtis house and it’s quiet and all of a sudden you hear two-bit go:

“Dally you said you would do WHAT to me?!”

*Dallas, across the room reading a magazine*

“So, really, I'd better scurry (Beautiful, please don't hurry) But maybe just a half a drink more (Put some records on while I pour)”

an: Day 10! I lowkey forgot how to be funny…

wc: 568

Two-bit Mathews x Soc!Reader

“Two-bit I really can't stay, my mothers gonna get real worried.” you told him, however actions speak louder than words and you were unraveling your plush scarf and heading over to the second hand love seat in his living room. 

“It's freezing outside baby, I can't let ya’ go home in weather like this.” he responded, flicking his beat up old zippo open to light a fire in the small stone hearth that rested in the center of the room.

“Id ask you to lend me your jacket but God knows what my father would say if he saw me coming home with that around me.” you said, gesturing to his leather jacket hanging off a hook by the door. 

“Personally I think your father would appreciate me being so gentlemanly as to prevent his lovely daughter from going out into that blizzard and being immediately covered by a snow drift, think of how expensive it’ll be for him to dig you out.” he said with a faux snobbish air that made you giggle. 

“Besides baby, think of me, and the life long sorrow and guilt I'll feel if you die out there in the snow.” He exclaimed, sighing exaggeratedly and flopping onto the couch, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead like a drama queen fainting. 

At this you rolled your eyes and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile against your will. He had somewhat of a point though so you began to unlace and slip off your snowboots. 

“Okay ill stay for a little while, just until the snow lets up a bit.” you conceded. 

He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you protested what he hadn't even needed to say. “Keith I am not staying over.” 

He clapped a hand to his chest in mock offense “No need to use the name on my ID you're not the fuzz.” he joked, adding a sly “we’ll see about that.” at the end of his statement in regards to your own. 

“Ah uh, think of all the talk tomorrow if I'm seen leaving your house in the morning.” you disagree. You continued, “And my aunt is staying over for the holidays and you know how nosy she is.” you kept listing, nervously playing with the strand of pearls encircling your neck, “My sister knows where I am and she’ll for sure rat me out, and oh gosh my brother I didn't even think-” suddenly you were shut up, a soft kiss was placed on your lips and a smiling Two-bit pulled away. 

“Dont you worry your pretty little head about it, ill figure something out.” he said in a sincere tone you rarely heard from him. Somehow this made you believe him so you quieted down and nodded your head. 

“D’ya want a drink while you wait?” he asked. At your positive response he trailed into the kitchen and hollered back behind him, “go ahead and put a record on, whichever one you like.” 

After a little while he came back and handed you a faded Mickey mug with a small chip out of the bottom. “Had to get out the Christmas fineries for a special guest like yourself.” You smiled up at him and took a deep sip as he sat down. Afterwards you set the drink down onto his coffee table, curled up into him and drifted off to sleep.

I LOVE TWOBIT DOWNNNN

Bad influence ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

One thing know true to word about Twobit Matthew’s, ever the ‘wisecracker’ as Ponyboy Curtis likes to call him, is that when he makes his very often, very stupid jokes, he doesn’t particularly process what he really says in his brain.

So when he says something to you that he doesn’t realise is enough to make you ignore him and give the cold shoulder, he’s more than confused. He’s uncontrollably insufferable.

The first instance, in class - throwing screwed up notes written on paper with silly little jokes and sweet, but strange lines to attempt to get you to turn around and giggle or roll your eyes. ‘you dont needa play hard to get hon’ or ‘what i do wrong baby? Write here _____’ now that second one may have gotten a small smirk, but he needed to understand consequences.

The second was when you walk through the halls and he’s just you around, not in a usual way - like an over excited monkey. Grabbing. Poking. Bouncing. Practically being the only thing that can be around your eyes, ears or path.

“Oh come on nowww sweets, be reasonable here” he groans, his fidgety hands wanting to play with your hair.

You roll your eyes and raise your eyebrows, pushing the palm of your hand on his face to move him away, he grabs your hand so that you can’t pull it back.

“See I gotcha now” he actually giggled, cheekily, his eyes creasing but never leaving your face to see if there was any change in your, oh so stoic demeanour.

“Can’t pretend I’m not here anymore” he hummed and raised his brows at you.

You lightly scratched at his cheek with the pink press on nails he swiped for you a few days ago because he knew how bored you could get and how fun even smaller things like doing your nails, and his sisters ..and his, can be. Even if he was practically screaming trying to get them off because the gang could never catch word of this.

“You really don’t have nothing to say?” You finally stood still, your eyes being half lidded and your expression expecting.

“I should be asking you that” he smarts back, you almost laugh, it wasn’t easy to stay mad when he could be so ridiculous.

But you roll your eyes and sigh about to walk to your next class not wanting to fall for it.

“Come on baby come with me!!” the way he says it is casual but really it’s demanding as he pulls you by an arm around the shoulder as he pulls you to the school parking lot. Eventually in his car your arms are crossed and his arm is around your seat as he’s using his other hand to lean over and hold you however he can as he begs you to tell him what’s wrong.

“Really? ‘Some rich pretty boys gonna steal you away from me’” you mock his voice and facial expressions almost making him laugh before he remembers the seriousness of the situation, you swat his hand away as it started to get sweaty through nervousness which he obviously couldn’t show, he runs the hand down his face before he immediately and instinctively puts back to curl around your waist, gripping your clothing as his face even contorts to confusion.

“How can you be mad about that?” He asks, not caring that neither of you are actively skipping class now for a micro argument.

“Keith im not like that!! When you say stuff like that - that I’m gonna leave you for some soc- or for anyone how do you think I feel? Like I’m just another joke to you.” you try not to snap but can’t help it, normally you weren’t sensitive to his jokes but when you feel like your not being taken seriously what else were you to do.

You didn’t realise maybe he was just insecure, but how endlessly could you try to ensure him that he was the one.

“Oh come on baby, I was just foolin’ around, you know I’d never let you go like that” he smirks as he moves his hand down to your thigh now.

“You better not, I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” You finally smile slightly.

“Good.”

“Good.”

You repeat after him as he moves intensely close to your face and lean in to kiss you, intimate and soft, his hand coming from the back of the seat and to the strands of your y/h/t hair.

“You ain’t no joke to me.” His voice his low and for once playful but truthful, not moving backwards and looking into your eyes so that he knows you understand him, his acceptance coming back with another peck.

“Since we’re already out how ‘bout we go get some drinks an have some fun tonight? Maybe fool around a little more.” He leans back with a lazy smirk as all tension off of him is lost.

“You’re a bad influence.” You poke his cheek as he starts the car anyway.