#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.

DARRY CURTIS X COQUETTE!READER

✮ he indulges your every whim and fancy—mainly for selfish reasons, since he’s completely captivated by the way you dress. you want red nail polish? he’s already on his way to the store. that new lipstick shade you saw in a magazine? he’s hunting it down. you want to listen to softer, slower music? he’s changing the station without hesitation.

✮ he’s not afraid or embarrassed to do more "feminine" things with you if you ask—fangirling over the new beatles album, gossiping about the girls you know—things he’d never do on his own, but for his girl? anything goes.

✮ whenever he goes to the store, if he sees something pink, lacy, floral, or vanilla-scented, it’s going in the cart just for you.

✮ he calls you “bambini” in his letters—because he’s terrible at verbally expressing his emotions, and writing to you feels like journaling in a way. the name sticks because you remind him of a doe—soft, gentle, and utterly captivating.