#Two-Bit Matthews

[starcraftt]

Steve: Oh yeah. im so cool guys. frick you. >:3

Johnny: I saw dal do this once it looked cool. :D

Two-Bit: i dunno what's happening rn man who are we flipping off

Darry: fuck off.

Soda: is that a toothpick in his mouth frick off

Pony: FUCK OFF BITCH he's so proud of himself rn man

Dally: I taught them this. :)

[tending-the-hearth]

Ponyboy: Darry hates me and would put me in a boy’s home if Sodapop let him, he can’t stand me, I bet he wishes he never got stuck with me.

Two-Bit, who Darry made swear to always keep an eye on Ponyboy at school and who has witnessed Darry nearly breaking down his front door in a panic to ask his mom what medicine is best when Ponyboy got a cold: Sounds fake but ok

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Daryl Tofa as Two-Bit screaming like Hell came and bit him in the ass is such a vibe

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

I think about this image often

"The gang hates me and only lets me stick around cause of Darry and soda!"

BOY YOU'RE THE GANGS LITTLE BROTHER DONT PLAY WITH ME

[softfem-dom]

just being delulu about hybrid!outsiders au, you're just a young wealthy woman that has her life solved thanks to being the heir to your father's succesful bussiness. You just have to sit around in your desk, in your huge countryhouse, and do some stupid paperwork. You just have to sign and aprove and decline and repeat, easy, right? Well, you are really starting to dislike the utter silence in your house. Everything is too quiet and too empty and you sure as hell ain't gonna have kids anytime soon without a partner. So you head up to the locel hybrid kennel, because it's better than adopting and paying for pure breed dogs when there are ones about to be sacrified. And then, once you enter, you're greeted by the sight of a lot of hybrids in pitiful conditions. Mostly males. So you head up to the closest worker and ask "which is the one that is closer to being sacrified?" and the man simply points towards a small cage with a tan-skinned hybrid (that looked scared out of his mind) "that one" he replies nonchantaly.

So you go and try and adopt that stray Greyhound hybrid, named Johnny, only for other dogs to start barking at you. Seemingly, to get Johnny you had to get Dallas—a Canary Mastiff—. And to get Dallas you had to get Two-Bit—a Siberian Husky—. And to get Two-Bit you had to get Steve—a Weimaraner—. And to get Steve you had to get Sodapop—a Golden Retriever—. And to get Soda you had to get Ponyboy—a Belgian Tervurem—. And to get Ponyboy you had to get Darry—a German Shepherd—. Basically, they were an inter-breed pack and either you got them all or you got none. And, against your better judgement and because you couldn't just let them be sacrified —because you were sensitive like that, damn—, you ended up taking them all in.

—Wich was at both the best decission of your life and the worst mistake you've ever made—.

,,

Darry was goddamn glad you had agreed to take them all in, mainly because you were more-or-less his age and he was no longer the only figure of authority in the group. He was the most helpful, often offering to help you wash the dishes or cook lunch.

Johnny was the most shy one of them all, he had a guarded nature and it seemed something had happened to make him all-the-more anxious and wary around new people. However, he seems to be taking a liking to you by the way he usually drops on his knees under your desk whenever you're working and rests his head on your lap —more often-than-not playing around with your skirt or pants—.

Ponyboy was the youngest, but surpsisingly not the most hyper despite still being practically a puppy. He's very smart and will often correct you just to (affectionately) get on your nerves, he also likes to read your books so you better keep anything with inapropiate content out of his reach if you don't want an earful from his brother Darry.

The most hyper price is won by both Sodapop and Two-Bit, they're just two overeager hybrids that are completely ecstatic about living in your house —often sticking their noses where they shouldn't, but oh well. Soda is very hyper, constantly orbiting around you and asking about everything you do —even when you're just cooking and he has seen Darry cook plenty of time before, he just wants you to talk to him—. There are no thoughts™ inside his pretty head, and also the most reactive to praise. Just slip in a "good boy" or "such a good job!" and he's melting into a puddle of goo in the floor, tail wagging furiously. Two-Bit is hyper too, but more on the restless side of the spectrum. He just needs distractions, put on mickey mouse on the TV or give him a newspaper to tear apart and he's all good 👍.

Steve is more.. on the reserved side, a little more grumpy and stubborn —and the only one to have ever flared his teeth at you—. It's not that he doesn't like you, at the contrary:; he damn loves you for taking the whole gang in, but that's just his personality. He'll show how grateful he is by helping you out in subtle things, like picking up the toys from the others and placing them all in one place so you don't go crazy when it's time to put them in their box, or by making sure no one —Dallas— steals anything personal from you.

Dallas is the biggest deal out of them all though, he's just completely unhinged. He doesn't follow your rules and is constantly going out of his way just to do specifically what you told him not to —thank god that Darry's there to keep him in his place from time to time—. He's a total bastard, and is always being a bitch about things and also always saying comments about your body and how hot you are. Also you're pretty sure a few panties of yours have gone missing.. But, in the end, at least your house is not empty anymore, neither silent, constantly echoed in: "mommy!" that's Johnny. "ma'!" that one's Steve. "mommaaaa!" that's Ponyboy complaining about something, no doubts. "miss mommy!" those two are, no doubt, Two-Bit and Soda. "mama~" that damn sing-song tone is Dallas'. And yes, Johnny, you can read him a book even though he's clearly able to do it himself. Yes, Steve, you know where his shirt is, but he can't go around shirtless like that.Yes, Ponyboy, you can give him a can of coke even tho he's obviously able to get it himself. Yes, Soda and Two-Bit, you can put the channel in which they stream mickey mouse™ even if they already know which it is. And yes—oh, actually no, Dallas, you won't shower him, he can do it himself.

SORRY THE DELULU HIT HARD 😭

[daddyscaddyandliquor]

oh my gosh guys im dying marcia pushing the boys away to get closer two-bit in FATD, im freaking OUT

[buzzybeexoxo]

The outsiders characters as Mitski lyrics let's go

Darry- "You have so much to do and I have nothing ahead of me." "Mom, am I still young?"

Sodapop- "I look up at the gaps of sunlight, I miss you more than anything." "I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended"

Ponyboy- "You were my best friend, now I have no one to tell, how I lost my best friend." "I need someone to remember my name"

Johnny- "But I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star." "Stay soft, get beaten, only natural to harden up."

Dallas- "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog." "I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands."

Steve- ..I legit don't know I'm so sorry Steve I'll characterize you one day

Two-Bit- "And when you go, take this heart." "And I will forget how to cry."

Cherry- "Then one warm summer night, I'll hear fireworks outside, and I'll listen to the memories as they cry." "I know who you pretend I am."

Bob lmfaooo- "And I'll pull the knife out of my side without questioning why." 😭

[specific-dreamer]

i’ve been thinking about this all day but @dallasgallant gave me the courage to actually put it into words and post it but. consider a warriors au. except i’m really just drawing parallels so the warriors story happens the exact same just with the outsiders characters

i can’t decided if dally or darry would be swan.

which also begs the questions who’s cleon. “swan was cleons number 2” it makes me want to make darry cleon and two-bit swan. (because as much as he’s the resident joker we know he’d step up and be serious when he has too)

but also if i wanted to go off of canon id make darry cleon because cleon dying can be represented by him going soc

and dally would be swan not because he’s the number two but because he’s the one i think is most likely to step up and immediately get them to safety after everything

but also the backstory of cleon finding swan and naming her (i’m going off musical warriors but ykw they’re rly close so it don’t rly matter) and bringing her to the gang is so darry finding dally and claiming him core

(darry collects strays more than anyone else in the gang send tweet)

i’ll think harder on this later omg

you guys have to walk with me on this one okay.

cyrus might just be randy or cherry

WALK WITH ME cyrus trying to get all the gangs to have peace, work together and all that. randy and cherry finally understanding how fighting isn’t doing jack shit and they ought to stop

when i’m more awake i’ll grab my book and expand on this but im cooking here omg

anyways

ajax is steve 🧍🏾‍♀️

“i’m sick of running/i’ve got to f’s for yall: fuck around find out” tell me that’s not steve

fox is pony simply because they’re both the youngest. there are other better reasons but that’s the main one

idk if i want bob to be luther or just some random guy.

if i wanted to lean into history and keep it time period accurate it’d be some random guy

rembrandt might be johnny

can’t explain it but it feels right

two-bit feels like a mix between cochise and cowgirl

i also can’t explain that but alas

and idk who soda is help :(

[lorelaisdiary]

↱ Content Warnings: female reader, lots of stress, mentions of verbally abusive parents, and mentions of sexual harassment in Dallas’s. ↰

↱ The Outsiders x Female! Reader Who’s Under a Lot of Stress and Breaks down Because of it ↰

↱ Summary: You overwork yourself with school, your job, helping others all the time and soon, that comes crashing down on you. ↰

↱ Characters that are present in this are Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston, and Two-bit Matthews. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I want to apologize for the not posting in a long while. I’ve been extremely busy as of late with school. I hope you understand:). I do hope to make all of the stories longer as I feel they are far too short as of right now. I also wanted to make Two-bit’s slightly lighter as I felt I had gotten a little too dark with Dally‘s. I hope you enjoyed reading and I will be trying to start a routine for my writing. I hope to start writing every week or every other week. Anyways, have an amazing day/night! And I hope that your weekend is amazing and you enjoy it! ↰

Darry Curtis:

You sobbed silently in the bathroom. Darry was in the room beside you and you didn’t want to bother him or make him feel bad for the things he did/didn’t do. You knew Darry would automatically blame himself for everything you were currently going through and you didn’t want that.

After a while, you felt your tears begin to dry but you sat still until you knew that the redness had left from your eyes. If Darry asked about your sniffling, you’d tell him that you were feeling sick. You didn’t want him to worry about such small things when he had his brothers and the gang to worry about.

You left the bathroom and went to lay down with Darry. The overwhelming stress seemed to spill out of your body once more as you felt tears build again. Darry lazily wrapped his arms around you and planted a kiss to the back of your head. You looked at the arms thrown around you and took a sharp breath in. You wouldn’t accept crying in front of Darry. He wouldn’t make fun of you but he would try to take responsibility for it. You didn’t need that on top of the stress you were getting from being a waitress and having creepy old men hit on you while also going to college.

Darry made sure you knew he was very proud of you but that didn’t stop the stress from slowly building within and expressing itself in unhealthy ways. You would stay out a little later with a friend or two drinking or you’d ditch college or your job for your mental health. Nothing seemed to matter to you anymore and your life goals disappeared within mere seconds. You were beginning to go back into the same slump you were in when you were in high school. You cringed at the thought but continued to lay completely still. You didn’t want to wake Darry with you being overly sensitive about life. That’s what you were crying over. Life.

Everyone experienced what you were currently going through. Why should it matter if you, a single person, was going through something that felt debilitating? Something that held you down and prevented you from completing college and doing good at your job. Finally, you let a few more tears fall. Once it started, it didn’t stop like before. More tears began falling and you laid in your boyfriend’s arms, silently sobbing.

Darry stirred beside you and tightened his arm around your waist. “Are you crying?” He muttered out and you immediately denied the claims he made.

“No, darling. Go back to sleep. You have work tomorrow.” You wrapped you arms around Darry’s that rested against your stomach. Your back was pressed tightly against him and he kissed the top of your head gently.

“I know you are. Why don’t you tell me when you need help? I don’t care if it’s money or physical or emotional. Tell me next time.” He muttered out in that groggy voice of his and you simply nodded your head. You brought Darry’s arms up and you began to sob a little louder, feeling slightly more comforted by the fact that your burly boyfriend was behind you. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“I’m sorry. You have to take care of your two kid brothers and you don’t need me being whiny because I can’t control my emotions.” You whispered out as you laid in place once more. You didn’t dare move.

“I’m here for you though because I’m yours. If you wanna cry, go right on ahead. I’m not stopping you but I also ain’t goin’ to let you cry by yourself.” Darry left his arms in the position you had put them, instead intertwining your legs together.

Sodapop Curtis:

You helped Maryann with the math problem she was working on. She was growing visibly frustrated and had been making snide remarks to you. You thought about getting up and leaving but you promised you would help her so you didn’t. Maryann looked up at you after you had mentioned she done something wrong, “How come you can point out my fucking mistakes but can’t point out your own?” That usually wouldn’t bother you mostly because you just weren’t bothered but you finally looked back at Maryann with tears filling your eyes.

“Don’t come ask me for help again. Maybe Ponyboy would be a better option or a stranger. I don’t care but don’t ask me again.” You stood from the chair and began walking away. Within a matter of minutes, Jane came running towards you.

“Can you help me? I lost my purse.” So, you spent the next thirty minutes of your life helping her look for her purse. You couldn’t leave a friend in need alone to find something. “Thank you, R/n.” Her words were spoken too late as you had already left to find Soda. Today had been a horrible day for you and it went far past the two previous events. Early that morning, you’d received a call saying that you needed to work an earlier shift as Ruth had left with little to no explanation. You had gone in and then the rest of your coworkers had left. That may not seem like much to others but to you, it was more than just people being lazy. You were always the one who got the most work thrown onto her shoulders. God forbid you tried to politely decline helping someone. The guilt of other people’s expectations would crush you. The DX was nearing in the distance and you sped up, hoping to catch Soda and Steve. They’d know how to make your day better.

You managed to open the door of the store without anyone asking you for something. Soda smiled and perked up as you walked into the store. “Soda, is your shift almost over?” Soda jumped over the counter with a grin and nodded while fixing his hat lazily.

“Good. Come on.” You grabbed his wrist and began pulling him away from the store. The two of you arrived at your house which was only because you didn’t want his brothers or friends to bother you for the time being. Without another word, you pushed him onto the couch and threw yourself down beside him. “I can’t do this anymore! Why does everyone come to me without even saying a simple ‘thank you’? Only Jane does it and maybe Ponyboy but no one else says it when they should. I’ve helped everyone in this godforsaken town out and not a damn one seems grateful.” You couldn’t register the words before allowing them to spew out, which led to your current situation. You were fearful that you hurt Soda’s feelings as you cared deeply for him and didn’t want him to feel hurt or unloved because you were in a bad mood. “I’m sorry. I took you away from a job that you NEED and then fussed about my life. I’m sorry.” You apologized multiple times and tried to make up for the attitude you had.

Soda laughed it off though and gave you a pat on your shoulder. “It’s fine, sweetheart. You wanna talk about it some more?” You leaned against him and let out an ugly sob. You hugged him tightly and tightened your grip on him. Sniffles left you just as rapidly as your tears wet Soda’s shirt.

“I don’t know.” You whispered out as you continued to sob loudly. Soda kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, refusing to let go until you dried your tears. It took a while, but Soda sat with you until you were done crying.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Your parents were still arguing, mostly about your grades and anything else they could think of that you’d done wrong. You had failed biology with a D but you didn’t think it was that bad. All your other grades were amazing. You laid limply in the bed without many thoughts going through your head other than your failures. All of the things you could’ve done differently to fix the issue before it became an issue. You got out of bed and locked your door. The phone in the corner of your room called to you as the urge to phone Ponyboy appeared.

You soon gave into the urge, picking the f/c phone up. You dialed his number almost immediately and lifted the phone up to your ear, patiently waiting. When you finally received an answer, it was Soda’s voice. “Hey, can you tell Ponyboy that he’s needed?” You murmured softly into the phone. You didn’t want your parents to walk by and accidentally overhear you planning your nighttime escape.

“Uh yeah. Hold for just a second.” Soda began yelling for the youngest Curtis. You waited until the phone was passed and began talking almost instantly.

“Pony, come get me. I just need to be with someone right now. I can’t stay here though. Please come get me.” You hated begging but knew that he would come get you if you begged. Hell, he most likely would’ve instantly came if you mentioned you needed help picking an empty box up.

You heard Ponyboy began shifting around before he mumbled out an ‘ok.’ You put the phone back on the receiver and made your way over to your window. You unlocked and opened it. Fortunately for you, you moved your room from the top floor to the bottom floor. You said it was because you didn’t like looking out the window and seeing the few feet off the ground but in reality, it was because you wanted to sneak out to see the gang.

You sat on the window sill until you seen Ponyboy and Johnny walking in the distance. You hopped out and closed your window almost completely, leaving only a gap the size of your hand so you could push it up. You ran towards the two boys, jumping on your lover as soon as you were close enough. You shoved your face into his jacket and kept it there for a while. He didn’t seem to mind as he rubbed your back and comforted you the best he could.

You weren’t crying because you hated crying in front of others. You had managed to hold your tears back until that point though. Once you heard Johnny walk away, presumably to smoke, you began to cry softly. Ponyboy seemed taken aback by it but continued to rub your back softly. He began walking away from your house. “Won’t Johnny be left here alone?” You whispered out in between the heavy breathes and quiet whimpers.

“He’ll be fine. He was heading back to the house. It’s the middle of December. It’s freezing out here.” Ponyboy muttered out to you as you began quietly laughing.

“I like this more than the heat though. Thank you for coming to get me.” Tears were still falling but not nearly as much as they were before.

“You’re welcome.” He muttered back out into your hair as the two of you whispered to each other until you got back to his house. Johnny and the rest of the boys were in the living room. It seemed none of them wanted to go back to their respective homes just yet. Soda let out a sigh when he seen the two of you walk in.

“Y’all want the room, don’t you?” He grumbled out as you nodded.

“We can go to that diner up the road.” You watched Steve talk with his mouth open and chocolate cake still in it.

Ponyboy slipped past all of them and took you to his and Soda’s shared room. He laid you on the bed before climbing in beside you. Your tears had long since dried but you looked over at him. “My parents were arguing about me again. Talking about my grades and all. I don’t care though. I tried and now, I don’t care.” You pushed yourself further into him and closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?” He questioned as he kissed your cheek gently.

“Just stay by me for a little bit.” You whispered back out as you curled closely to him, falling asleep and feeling better about the situation.

Johnny Cade:

You reread the notes you had scribbled messily into your notebook. Something was really starting to get to you. You couldn’t name it but the feeling in the pit of your stomach was making you antsy. You closed your notebooks when that feeling began showing itself as sadness.

Tears built up within your eyes and you pushed yourself away from the table you were sitting at. You felt the tears continue to grow rapidly and stood up. You couldn’t stay in the library while crying. You gathered your notebooks all together and ran out of the building as silently as possible. You decided to head down to Johnny’s “home.”

It was dirty but you knew that it was the only home Johnny had. He had the Curtis household along with yours to go to whenever he needed but he hated going to y’all. You were quite the opposite. You liked to go to him with your problems. It made you feel better. Though, you didn’t always go to him. You noticed Johnny wasn’t hanging around out there so you laid down on the fluffiest part of grass you could find. You knew Johnny was most likely in the Curtis household.

You put your arms under your head for a little while and waited patiently to hear Johnny or any of the boys. You finally heard Johnny and Ponyboy. You looked up at the two and put your head back down lazily. “Hey.” You gave a short wave with the hand that wasn’t laying under your head. You finally sat up and looked up at the two of them with little to no emotion showing on your face.

“Are you okay?” Johnny sat down beside you and shooed his best friend away for a second. Ponyboy walked away from the two of you while you just sat there.

“Fine.” You sniffled quietly. You weren’t full on crying. You were just… doing the opposite of crying.

“You sure don’t sound it.” Johnny laid himself down beside you. He let one of his arms wrap around you and you slowly turned over before you started to cry into his denim jacket. You were still almost silent.

“I’m tired.” You covered your own face, slightly embarrassed to be crying like a child in front of Johnny. You reminded yourself that he’s seen you in almost everyone predicament possible. Including the one where you tried to wax.

The more you thought about those funny moments with him, the more you slowly stopped crying. “No, I’m being serious. I feel overworked…? I feel so exhausted, too.” You finally admitted, openly and without shame. Johnny just let a hand run messily through your hair. He pulled you closer.

“Why don’t you take a nap? Pony won’t care if we sleep for a bit.” Johnny whispered out as he pulled you closer. You leaned against him with only your sniffles agreeing to his words.

You weren’t real big on talking after crying as you knew it would make your voice hoarser than ever. You let out a weak cough once your throat began experiencing an itchy sensation at the base. With one final sigh, you slowly fell asleep beside Johnny.

Steve Randle:

You ate another chip. Another minute passed. Tears stained your cheeks. Your throat was hurting from all the screaming you had previously done. The argument was stuck in your head. Steve was silently sitting beside you. He wasn’t even bothered with eating chocolate cake. He was simply sitting beside you. “He got real mean towards me. I couldn’t do anything.” You covered your face blindly. Tears started to fall once more.

You curled up towards yourself. Your knees came close to hitting your chest but they didn’t. “I can’t do nothing about it but, why don’t you take a nap?” Steve tried to comfort as best as he could.

“I don’t want to. I just want to cry.” You laid down on the couch you were on. The two of you were at your apartment. You had gotten it through a long drawn out process that included lots of lies. You weren’t to keen on going into it.

You grabbed another chip and ate it with a sigh. You finally let out a cough when the chip went down wrong. You covered your mouth as Steve stared at you. You didn’t want him or anyone else staring at you while you sobbed your heart out.

You moved from your curled up spot and slipped off of the couch the two of you were sitting on. You walked into the bathroom and covered your face. You were embarrassed and were now tired after sobbing for so long. The bathroom door opened and Steve finally let out a sigh. “Is there anythin’ I can do to make it easier, darlin’?” Steve let one of his hands fall on your back. You slowly turned to face him before you threw yourself into his arms. Your world felt like it was falling apart so easily.

“I just want to stay here with you.” You continued sobbing before Steve kissed your head.

“I’ll stay here for as long as you need me to.”

Dallas Winston:

You knew Dally wasn’t good with emotions and tried avoiding the conversation with him. You had almost succeeded in him not realizing you were hurt and in pain. It wasn’t physical this time, no, it was only mental pain. Dally wouldn’t be able to understand where you were coming from and would automatically tell you to stop whining and fix the issue. You crossed your arms over your chest as your boyfriend sat on the bed in front of you.

“Dally, I’ve been struggling lately. I’ve been in pain and I’m so hurt and I can’t figure it out and I know you’re going to tell me to stop whining and all. But, it still hurts.” You let out a choked sob and finally climbed into the bed and closed your eyes. Your tears started to fall down your face. It was very unfortunate for you.

Dally let out a sigh from behind you and laid down to wrap his arms around you. “I can’t say I understand what’s happening but, I do know that you’ll survive. You always do.” You cried a little harder into your pillow as you listened to Dallas give his own words of strength you assumed that made him feel better when someone told him that so you accepted his weird love for you.

“I know, Dally. You don’t understand. My boss won’t leave me alone. I’m being harassed at work by boys who keep pulling on my skirts and won’t leave them alone long enough for me to move on to the next customer without having to fix my skirt.” You shoved your face fully into the pillow and felt Dally wrap his hand around your own.

“What if I drop by tomorrow? With Johnny and Pony.” Dally pulled you against his body so that your back rested against his chest comfortably.

“That would be amazing if it meant that you would keep them away. They won’t leave me alone and my boss refuses to keep them away from me.” Dally finally planted a kiss on your neck before he let you grab his arms and move him however you want. He didn’t want to voice his opinion or anything as he knew that would make you distance yourself further from him.

He silently held you for as long as you wanted and needed. He wouldn’t ever say anything aloud but he knew that you understood his physical gestures.

You were comfortable with his gestures as your emotions slowly calmed down. You curled around him and finally the two of you fell asleep with a specific calmness that you two only got with each other.

Two-Bit Matthews:

He was drinking and watching Mickey Mouse again. You were wiping tears away while also laughing at what was happening in front of you. Two-bit was full on drunk and was arguing with you. “You’re not my girlfriend.” He frowned as he swatted at you once more. You let out a gasp when his hand made contact with your thigh.

“I am your girlfriend, Two.” You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a sigh. Two looked up at your face and finally let out a sigh.

“No, I don’t see it. R/n is my girl. Not you.” Two’s head laid back on the couch as his eyes closed.

Earlier in the day, you had almost fist fought your mom over Two. So, you were now trying to cuddle with your drunk boyfriend.

“I’m not playing. Just let me cuddle with you.” You tried to hug him one last time before he scoffed and pushed you away. You sat down on the couch and you finally closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep.

* * * *

Two shook you and you sat up with a gasp. “Do you remember what happened last night?” Was the first question that left your mouth.

Two shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t.” He rubbed the back of his neck as you started laughing.

“You told me I wasn’t your girlfriend when I needed comfort.” You wrapped your arms around him before pouting slowly. Finally, Two realized what you said.

“What happened?” Two-bit sat beside you on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Don’t worry about it. I was just joking with you.” You weren’t but, you didn’t want him to worry so much about you. He cared for you so much that if you wanted, he would probably cook and clean for you.

You kissed him and the two of you sat there for a while, understanding that you both were okay so long as you were together.

[sams-butt-dem0n]

The Outsiders Masterlist

Darry Curtis Darry x high school gf!reader

Sodapop Curtis nothing as of yet.

Ponyboy Curtis nothing as of yet.

Dallas Winston Dallas x soc reader (1)

Not So Happy Anniversary

Johnny Cade First Time

Two-bit Matthews nothing as of yet.

Steve Randle nothing as of yet.

All The Gang when reader breaks up with them

The Gang Breaks Up with Reader

Getting Back with the Gang

[hood-ex]

[starcraftt]

WAUGHW WAIT WHAT'S THIS?? WAIT I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE??? I'VE ONLY SEEN THIS ONE????:

[tending-the-hearth]

Two-Bit: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water? Ponyboy: Y-You were putting it in cold water???? Darry: Keith. Answer the question, Keith. Two-Bit: Yeah??? I thought for like five years that people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. Didn't realize there was an actual reason. Dally: You don't have the patience to microwave water for three minutes??? Sodapop: Why... are you putting it in the microwave to boil it? Dally: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? Sodapop: It takes less than a minute. Steve: Soda, is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun? Sodapop: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? Dally: Like seven minutes. Sodapop: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes, less than that if you use a saucepan. Johnny: Crying, you're putting the whole mug on the stove??? On medium heat??? Your stove is enchanted. Darry: Every single person in this gang is a fucking lunatic.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

As a Two-Bit lover I must ask…do you think he’s mirror hall or archer coded? (Taylor swift). I’d love to her your explanation for either or!

Also Happy Holidays!

Hi anon! So, I sat on this ask for a few days because I couldn't decide because both songs really work. Ultimately i decided whichever one I could more easily write a songfic with was better, which turned out to be the Archer. Um, so, I hope you enjoy the fic? (sorry if this isn't the kind of exposition you were hoping for, you can always resubmit the ask if it wasn't)

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Combat, I'm ready for combat

The socs spread out in front of them, a wall of madras shirts and unearned superiority, made of more money than he’d ever see in his whole life, enough that his mother wouldn’t have to work herself to death and Susie could have fun for once instead of always having to pinch pennies and be practical. He hears his mom’s voice in his head, telling him it’s not right to hate anyone. He swallows another swig of beer and hates them all anyway. Johnny’s dying, Ponyboy’s sick as a dog, and Dally’s a wild, dangerous explosive animal more than he is human, and all because the socs couldn’t stay on their own side of town.

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

Everyone from the east side fights. It’s just a way of life. 

‘Why do you always do this?’ Susie had screamed at him once, on one of the many nights he’d stumbled home drunk, bloodied and bruised after picking a fight he didn’t care if he could win. He hadn’t had an answer then, when she’d stitched up his forehead with fury in her eyes, but looking at the socs he does now, thinks maybe he fights sometimes because he likes it a little too much, likes being hit when it feels like he deserves it and hitting someone else when it feels like they do. 

He’s never said he was a good person.

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies

“Look at the dirty fuckers run!” The words feel torn from the savage monster in his chest that delights at the socs downfall, that feels like this is retribution, somewhat, for Johnny and Pony and the rest of their whole fucking neighbourhood. For a second, a blissful moment, it feels almost like they’re in a movie and they’re still a bunch of hoods but the heroes of the story nonetheless.

Then the rest of the night happens, and he remembers that life isn’t ever like a storybook, and that tragedy is the only thing the east side ever has to spare.

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

He’s in the school hallway a week after Dally and Johnny died, walking with Steve and Ponyboy- for the kid’s comfort or his own he doesn’t know- when he sees her. 

She’s as pretty as she was at the drive in, prettier even, now that it’s daylight and he’s sober enough to see the auburn strands in her otherwise brown curls, and can catalogue the mirth hiding in her clear eyes, a spark he recognizes easily because he sees it every day in the mirror and never managed to find it in anyone else but her, no matter how hard he tried.

He should hate her, the way he hates all the socs now, should blame her for Johnny’s death and Dally’s by proxy because the whole mess started with her and her redhead friend and their shitty, violent boyfriends. To not hate her is almost a betrayal in itself.

She meets his eye, sunlight from the window bathing her face, and smiles. 

He doesn’t hate her. He can’t.

He smiles back. 

She keeps smiling, for weeks, every time she sees him in the hall. He smiles back. Thinks about talking to her. Doesn’t.

She’s in his art class, the only subject he isn’t in a remedial lesson for, and one he used to skip before he noticed her. She sits three rows ahead of him, and sometimes she ties her hair into a huge fluffy ponytail on the top of her head. 

Once, she brushed an errant strand of that glorious hair behind her ear and smeared blue paint along her cheek. She’d laughed at herself and caught his eye, as if to share the joke, and Two-bit found himself thinking about licking it.  

His attendance in other classes is abysmal but art class is near perfect. 

Easy they come, easy they go

Mom gives him a weird look on a sunny morning in May, sometime after the midterm reports are out but before classes end. It’s uncommon, the two of them sitting at the breakfast table together, but he spent last night bailing Steve out of county lockup and she didn’t have an opening shift for once, so they both slept at home and woke up in no sort of rush. 

“You haven’t brought a girl ‘round in a while,” Mom says, and his ears burn because she knows what he brought those girls around for, and it’s embarrassing being asked by his own mother why he’s got no game all of a sudden, “everythin’ alright?”

“Fine.” His ears burn and all he can think about is brown curls and blue paint and the fact that he stopped bringing girls around about the same time he started going to art class everyday, and hadn’t even noticed until now.

“Well,” mom pops a bite of scrambled eggs in her mouth, and grins, her smile the only one in the world that matches his, “you got your eye on anyone?”

His mom has always loved gossip, but she knows what most people don’t: that he loves it too.

Unbidden his mind flashes back to art class and the girl who never seems to leave his mind. He can feel his face split into a smile.

“Maybe.”

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

He talks to her on June 2nd, 1967, the last day of classes. Her usual seat partner is absent along with half the rest of the class who apparently had better things to do than sit in a classroom that’s forty degrees when grades are already in. Steve had ditched before lunch and invited him to go to a poker game at Tommy Prumly’s place, and even Ponyboy had permission from Darry to leave once he handed in his theme for English, but Two-bit had chosen to go to class instead. All because of her. All because he realized if he didn’t talk to her today then it might be a whole summer before he catches a glimpse of her beautiful, quietly mischievous face again. 

“Took you long enough,” is the first thing she says when he slides into the seat next to her, and he laughs, and suddenly he doesn’t know why he waited so long to talk to her again when it’s most of what he’s been thinking about for months.

She steals his pencil crayons while he draws a shitty, cartoonish version of their teacher, complete with a bow tie and an elaborate handlebar mustache, and Marcia giggles so loudly she gets sent into the hall, and Two-bit gets tossed out about half a minute later.

She’s waiting for him in the hallway, hair up in that fluffy ponytail he’s still dying to touch.

“Perfect,” she says, seizing his hand brazenly, right there in the hallway for god and her ex boyfriend and anyone else to see, “I knew you’d follow me. Let's get out of here.”

Then she sprints without warning, dragging him along, flying through the school hallways and out the doors until they reach her car, a tuff blue corvette he feels wrong just staring at.

He thinks that was the moment he truly fell head over heels in love with her, running from nothing and towards everything, her hand in his and him content to follow her anywhere just to bask in her aura a little bit longer. 

I never grew up, it's getting so old

He’s been told his whole life he needs to grow up, stop being so childish, get his shit together, get a job, figure out his life, as if the east side wasn’t all he’d ever have and a hood wasn’t all he’d ever be. Dad said it before he stormed out, Mom said it when she was harried and tired and came home to a sink full of dishes and an empty fridge. Susie said it too, before she gave up and stopped speaking to him altogether. Even Darry said it sometimes, when things with the gang were at their worst. He’d said it after Johnny and Dally passed, and it was about the only time Two-bit ever found himself considering it.

Marcia never says it though, probably because she was just as childish as him. They bought milkshakes instead of dinner and raced to see who could finish theirs first and then stumbled out of the diner with stomach aches and matching grins on their faces. He sings along too loudly to the radio, and when they go for walks she balances on the edge of the sidewalk with her arms out to the side like it’s a tightrope and she’s some sort of gymnast. They make petty bets and she call for a race after she’s already started running and it’s fun and easy and real the way life has never been with anyone else. With every other girl he’s always felt like he had to play a part, the suave greaser, the funny guy from the Curtis gang, a tough, no feelings type of casanova. But with Marly, he’s just him. Keith Mathews. For once, being himself doesn’t feel so soul crushingly bad.

Her kisses taste like chocolate and cherry lip balm, and her touches like sunshine, soft and warm or burning, but always all consuming, and he spends every stolen minute with her and could spend the rest of his life with her and it would never be enough.

Help me hold onto you

He genuinely wonders sometimes how he survived before he met her. Marly’s hand in his feels like the only thing tethering him to the earth after his sister leaves, bag packed and room left empty, having left nothing behind but a note and her grieving family. It’s not as permanent as death, but it hurts more, another abandonment and the knowledge that part of it is his fault.

“You didn’t know,” Marcia whispers into his neck, one of his hands caught between both of hers, “You couldn’t have done anything more. She made her choice.”

Maybe he couldn’t have. That’s the worst part. 

Marly’s too perfect in her pressed green dress and shiny shoes, to be sitting in his run down living room with the peeling wallpaper and stains on the coffee table, but she makes no move to leave, holds him close and curls up next to him on his lumpy mattress that night.

It hurts. He misses his sister, but Marly is here with him, and he isn’t out on a bender, and maybe he will survive this without destroying himself in the process. As long as she’s here next to him.

I've been the archer

I've been the prey

It felt like they played cat and mouse for months before they ever properly spoke after the drive in, but he’s hers now and she’s his, and it doesn’t matter that they’re still sneaking around nearly seven months later, doesn’t matter that they drive a town over to go on dates,  that his friends still think he’s single, and her mom keeps trying to set her up on dates. They love each other. That’s all that matters. 

Right?

Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

They’ve been together almost a year when he decides he has to break up with her. She’s too good for him, always has been, always will be. It’s cruel of him to tie her down like this, for her to still be a secret after all this time, for her to have to hide him from her family like the shameful thing he is. They come from two different worlds, how could he ever justify tying down someone as effervescent as her? She’s as precious and rare as the jewels in her earrings- earrings he could never in a million years afford to buy her no matter how much he may want to- but him? He’s just some east side hood who likes booze a little too much and isn’t going anywhere but down. Boys like him are a dime a dozen, and he doesn’t know why she bothered to give him the time of day in the first place.

They’re the hardest words he ever has to say, but he says them anyway.

“This can’t keep workin’. You know it can’t. Just- please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be, I’m beggin’ you, Marly, please.”

He turns to leave, half because she’s so beautiful sometimes she’s hard to look at, and half because he doesn’t want her to see the tears in his eyes. Greasers shouldn’t cry in front of anyone, but especially not pretty soc girls they’d fallen in hopeless, unsustainable, soul shattering love with. Besides, his tears would only hurt her, more than he knows he already has, breaking things off like this without warning, and if there’s one thing he’s recently learned he hates more than anything in the world its causing one Marcia Valentine any sort of pain. 

“No,” soft, manicured hands close around his arm in a grip that’s near bruising, and when he looks into her brown eyes they’re fiercer than he’s ever seen- which is saying something giver her strong opinions on just about everything. “You’re not doing this to us Keith Mathews. You’re not doing this to me. I won’t let you.”

“Mar,” he tucks a rogue curl behind her ear, a selfish final excuse to touch her in this, the last moment where he can, the action he’d longed to do in that art class all those months ago, “I ain’t good for you. Your folks can’t stand me and they don’t even know I exist, your friends wouldn’t give you the time of day if they knew about us, and I can’t exactly blame them-”

“Shut up!” She snaps, and she’s real angry now, he can tell, just like he can tell he’s about to get an earful.

“You listen to me, Keith Mathews, and you listen good. I don’t care.” She wrenches herself away from him, trembling with rage, and all he wants to do is wrap her in his arms, but he can’t let his shitty self tarnish her imperfect perfection any longer. It was selfish and cruel to have let it last this long in the first place, but he is and always has been the lowliest form of a selfish man.

“I don’t care,” Marcia repeats, her chin jutting out stubbornly, “You hear me, Keith Mathews? I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. I’ll tell my parents, and Cherry, and the goddamn president tomorrow if it’ll convince you I’m serious about this because I need you.You get that? I need you like I need air to breathe and water to drink and sugar to keep me sane. I need you. I love you, like I never loved anyone else, and I know you love me too. So you can’t end this for no reason. You just can’t.”

“I know-” her breath hitches, and tears fall from her eyes but she keeps going, brave, so brave, always, “I know you think you’re some kind of worthless or that I’m somehow out of your league and I wish I knew why. And I wish I knew how to convince you otherwise, or show you how I see you because you’re so much better than that but- but I’m not going to let the piece of you that believes you don’t deserve anything good in this life tear us apart, because you deserve it all Keith. You deserve it all. You deserve to be happy, and I know- I know I make you happy. ”

Fuck. His own tears start to fall in earnest this time, and he looks away reflexively, not wanting her to see him cry- he’s supposed to be funny, he’s supposed to keep things light, to make her laugh, keep her laughing, all the time-

“Hey,” suddenly his cheek is cupped in a soft palm and he’s looking into her eyes once more, and there's so much feeling there if he didn’t know better he thinks he’d call it forever. “I mean it. You deserve to be happy. Let us be happy, okay? We can be happy.”

“O-okay,” it feels like a gift and like a curse but her face splits into a familiar smile he loves so much and anything that makes her look like that could never be bad, not really. 

She swipes her thumb under his eye, wiping away a stray tear, and the gesture is so gentle, so sweet, so loving it’s the complete last straw.

The dam breaks and a full on sob bursts from his mouth. The next thing he knows he’s cradled in Marcia’s arms and she’s pulling his head down to rest it on her shoulder, cooing softly in his ear and holding him together as he falls apart.

“We can keep being happy,” she promises, “you deserve it. You deserve to keep being happy.”

With her, he thinks one day he could believe it.

You could stay

You could stay

You

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

WOKE THE OUTSIDERS

SODAPOLYAM CURTIS

PONYTHEM CURTIS

darry curtis

GALLAS WINSTON

steve randle

TWO-SPIRIT MATTHEWS

JOHNNY GAYDE

BOB HER/SHELDON

SHE/THEY VALANCE

paul holden

[softfem-dom]

just thinking about having to break a fight between the dog!hybrid outsiders and cat!hybrid bob.

It was late at night, the moon shining up in the sky. It was cold inside the house, but a hoodie or a sweater would keep the chill away from your boys' bodies. You were in the kitchen with Darry, putting out the groceries you had bought earlier and left forgotten inside the bags on the table. The big German Sephered was helping you stock the —four different types of— cereals boxes on the cabinets while you were simply hiding the just bought cans of beer behind the vedgetables inside the fridge so Bob or Dallas wouldn't take them.

It was calm, Two-Bit and Soda were watching the mickey mouse program on the TV. Ponyboy and Johnny were in your bedroom, just reading your books —and going through your drawers but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you—. Darry was with you, Bob was sleeping like the lazy bitch he was and Dallas and Steve were arm wrestling on the coffee table.

Or so you thought.

While you were putting the bananas inside the fridge, Soda came in with that nervous twitchy smile of his that always signaled something was going or about to go wrong.

"Soda" Darry warned, slowly turning to look at his brother with a quirked eyebrow.

Soda just gulped nervously, almost comically adjusting the collar of his shirt as he mumbled something way too low and fast for you to hear. "what?" you asked, confusion on your features as you slowly closed the door of the fridge. Sensing you were about to have to intervene in something.

"Dallas and Steve are barking at Bob about the time when he almost drowned him on the fountain" the Golden Retriever all-but blurted out. Words and 's' slurred into one another.

"shit"

You were quickly walking over to the living room, opening the door with a rushed haste to your movements. You knew that Dallas was a damn Canary Mastiff, he was both a stray and a hunting dog. A hound dog. And he had the fangs and fists to prove it. You couldn't risk Dallas getting violent on Bob and potentially sending the —not so—poor Ragdoll cat to the hospital.

,,

You walked into both Dallas and Steve snarling at Bob, and the smug shit wasn't doing much to put the situation on his favour. Dallas had Bob pinned to the floor, his hands balled into fists over the cat's shoulders. Baring his teeth at him, while Steve was next to Dallas with his arms crossed.

"you know what dogs are?" Bob spat, a shit eating grin on his face. The little bitch was way too over confident on this.

Dallas growled, Steve's right eye twiching, while Bob laid on the ground with that smirk of his. —the one you sometimes got the urge to slap off of his face—.

"dirty mutts with behavioural issues"

You saw Dallas raising a fist, one that was going to end directly on Bob's face and probably break his nose, but you were faster. In the time the three of them were glaring at each other you had strided over, and had managed to get a grip under Bob's arms fast enough to pull him up from the ground and away from Dallas' fist —that ended up hitting the floor—.

"Doll—! what the fuck?" Dallas hissed, shaking his fist with a slight wince. Both angry and annoyed at you for letting his fist hit the floor.

"stop it, no cussing" you scolded with a frown at both Dallas and Steve, who was rolling his eyes at you, as you readjusted Bob in your arms.

The cat happyly, and smugly, curled up into your arms. His tail curled around your leg, wrapping around the skin of your thigh, as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "suck my dick" the cat smugly flashed a shit eating grin at both dogs. But you were quick to tug on his ear with a frown.

"that goes for you too, mr. I run my mouth way more than necessary" you scolded again, this time to the cat in your arms, who only huffed and rolled his eyes at Dallas' "hah! fuck you"

"you're both grounded."

"what!?!? but doll—!" "the fuck? I am the victim in this situation!"