#Two-bit

[walmartbrandwhatever]

thinking about how Marcia and Two-bit being together like post Canon and laying next to each other. Two-bit is knocked out, and Marcia is sitting up in bed just staring down at the small burn scar on his face(and all the other scars he has) and just feeling utterly guilty because she never tried to stop them. thinking about Marcia and two-bit rn.

[marshehehehe]

"Hit the neigh, Ponyboy!!" - idk Two-bit prolly

[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 😭

[gay-poet-gabriel]

short king two-bit...

hc dallas calls him tidbit

[guardedserum]

It really bugs me that Two-Bit’s last name is spelt Mathews and not Matthews.

[motorcycle-boyy]

music hcs for my favs

a/n: ok for the outsiders boys i know greaser music is extremely important in the subculture, i am one myself! but remember you can listen to multiple types of music, as long as some of it still matches the subculture. this is obviously outside of the subculture's music rn

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - oh my gosh he listens to Yung Gravy and Lil Tracy. tell me he doesnt you cannot. also probably throws in some Wham! and Kenny Loggins. imagining him dancing to footloose makes me happy. probably taught his sister how to rap LMAOO

STEVE RANDLE - oh he def listens to 311, Beastie Boys and Limp Bizkit. thinks hes so cool (he is). his fav song is down by 311. listens to Carly Rae Jepsen's call me maybe in private. will occasionally jam out to Madonna as well.

DARRY CURTIS - ahh!!!! darry listens to Boston, Journey and Twisted Sister. classic 80s rock bands. also loves Bob Serger!! mainly listens to rock and soft rock, but i could also see him liking a little bit of r&b, like Whitney Houston or Marvin Gaye.

ANDREW CLARK - my man, my man. can and will go from La Dispute to The Chainsmokers in the same playlist. He listens to both rock and nostalgic 2014 style pop and rap. From Rae Sremmurd and 21 Savage to Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding to Joan Jett and Warrant.

JOHN BENDER - Bowling for Soup, 311, The Clash and Insane Clown Posse were all in his spotify wrapped. He loves punk and rap. His favourite song is I Fought The Law by The Clash, the title seems so stereotypical but i just think that specific genre and sound fits his vibe

ALLISON REYNOLDS - listens to hippie music and goth rock. her favourite bands are Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Beatles, London After Midnight and The Rolling Stones. She also will occasionally listen to like 2020 tiktok songs idk the genre but like McCafferty, Mother Mother and EllyOtto.

[boysborntodie]

The long awaited quiz!!! (I'm not sure it'll be to everyone's taste but I worked super hard on it and I hope you all will like it!!)

[make-me-imagine]

Shadows

13 Days of Halloween: Day 11

Plot: On your walk back to Darry's house alone after work, you can't help but feel as thought there is something lingering in the shadows.

Pairings: Platonic with the group, with some established Darry x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Very mild swearing. General creepiness, shadows, mentions of feeling lie your being followed.

A/N: Not Halloween themed, just some general creepiness

Words: 1.4k

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You let out a sigh as you stared down the road outside your work. You had gotten off work nearly thirty minutes ago, and none of the boys had come to meet you to walk you home like they normally did.

They must be busy, or working late as well, you decided.

Looking over at the nearest pay-phone, you heard the angered voice of the man using it. You figured he'd be a while.

Sighing, you began walking down the sidewalk. You made the walk plenty of times, you told yourself it shouldn't be too bad. But as you looked up at the darkening sky, you felt an anxiety rush over you.

You picked up your pace, hoping you could make it to Darry's before it got too dark. And you told yourself one of the boys would meet you soon enough, so you'd only be walking alone some of the time.

Unfortunately for you, the sky grew black soon after, and the chilly air settled over you.

Once you left the busy part of town and began walking down the long, nearly barren road towards the neighborhood, you started to feel antsy.

Most of the houses you passed had darkened windows already, and only every third light post on the sidewalk was lit. The moon was nearly full, so it gave you a bit more light.

As you walked down the darkened road, the only sound you could hear was the echoing of your own footsteps. Your eyes stared ahead as you hoped you would see some familiar figures appear on the road.

Hearing a bang, you jolted with a gasp, and looked to your left. Hearing scattered footsteps you told yourself was that of a raccoon, you let out a soft breath and continued walking.

Looking towards the old playground you used to play on, you stopped and looked back as you heard a twig snap.

Your eyes scanned the darkness behind you, and for a moment you thought you saw a dark figure within the shadows. As you stared at it for a moment, and nothing moved, you turned and continued to walk, picking up your pace again.

A few moments later as you passed by an old house, you spotted a silhouette against the wall. A tall figure, standing still. You halted for a moment as you looked around. You felt goosebumps rise up your arms as you saw no one nearby that could be casting the shadow.

Looking back at the house, your heart jolted as you saw the shadow was now gone.

'Probably just someone out for a quick smoke that went back inside' you told yourself as you wrapped your jacket around you tighter and began walking again.

Reaching into your pocket you grasped your hand around the old pocket-knife Darry had given you. You hated having it in general, but tonight it gave you some comfort.

Your eyes darted around the area in front of you, your steps echoing underneath you. After a moment, the echoing pattern of your footsteps multiplied, telling you there was someone else walking behind you.

Pulling out the knife, you gripped it in your hands as you spun around quickly. Your eyes darted around, but the road behind you was empty.

As your eyes scanned over another nearby house, you saw your shadow, or at least what you thought was your shadow, until it moved on its own. Growing in size as though it was coming towards you, before it disappeared entirely.

Your eyes widened as your heart began racing, you took a couple steps back before turning to rush down the road. As you turned, you were met with a chorus of yells and figures that jumped out in front of you.

Letting out a startled yelp, you swung your fist out, making contact with one of the peoples face.

"Ow!" Two-Bit yelled out as he staggered back. He spoke between laughs "Jesus Y/n!"

As a chorus of laughter followed, you realized it was the others, Two-Bit, Pony, Soda, Steve and Johnny.

"What the hell are you guys doing!?" You took in a deep breath as your heart continued to pound heavily in your chest.

"Sorry Y/n, we just came to pick you up, sorry we're late." Pony said, stifling a laugh.

You let out a deep breath as you looked back at the house you had seen the shadow on. Realizing none of the boy's shadows appeared on the house as they stood behind you, you realized it had not been any of them that cast the previous shadow. You felt a chill run up our spine.

"Hey!" You heard Darry's voice shout.

Looking past the others, you saw Darry marching down the road towards you "I told you to meet Y/n, not scare them!"

"Sorry, sorry! It was too good to miss out on!" Two-Bit called out as he held is hand to his face still.

As Darry got to the two of you, he grabbed Two-Bit and roughly rubbed his head "Get out of here!"

Two-Bit laughed as he ran off down the road, the others following after him. You let out a sigh as Darry pulled you into a hug "Punks." He mumbled "Sorry about you walking alone, I didn't realize no one came to meet you."

"It's alright, it's only mildly terrifying walking home alone." You chuckled softly as you looked back at the house.

Darry followed your line of sight "What?"

"There was a shadow earlier, before the boys scared me. I don't know who it was."

His eyes scanned over the area as he wrapped his arm around your back as the two of you began to walk together. "It's alright now, lets go."

As you leaned into Darry you started to feel safe, as your heartbeat began to slow.

"I think I gave Two-Bit a black eye." You commented a moment later.

Darry grinned "Good, he deserves it."

You giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder for a moment. Darry pressed a soft kiss to your head.

As you saw the house come into view, your heart started slowing down, as you began to feel relief wash over you.

As you stepped into the gate Johnny turned to look back at you and Darry, he stopped and looked past you, his face falling.

"Yo, who's that?" he asked, his voice clearly shaken.

Looking back on the dark road behind you, you saw a very similar shadow as before, on a nearby wall.

You felt your heart jolt, you muttered softly, clearly frightened "That's the same shadow from before"

Darry furrowed his brow as he rose his arm and waved it. Noting the shadow did not move.

"Hey, who's out there?!" He yelled out in the darkness.

The shadow remained still, and you heard Two-Bit walk down the steps towards the two of you.

He called out "Hey dick-head, you ain't scary!"

As the shadow seemed to twitch violently, before growing in size and disappearing entirely within a split-second, your heart jolted as you looked over at Darry.

You heard the other boys gasp, as Darry's eyes widened.

losing the gate, he gently pushed you "Inside."

Without a word, you turned and quickly ran into the house, the other boys ushering themselves inside as wel.

Looking back once more, you saw no shadow still, as Darry rushed inside behind you.

As he got inside, he closed the door and took in a deep breath. Looking back over at you he shook his head softly, expressing that he, just like you, had no idea what he just saw.

"You're staying here tonight." He said softly and you nodded, relieved by the idea, as fear sat in your chest. Looking at the others he noted in a stern voice "No one misses picking Y/n up again, got it?"

The others nodded in sync, clearly shaken as they all looked around at each other.

"Uhm, you mind if we crash here tonight too?" Johnny asked a bit timidly.

"Yeah, I ain't going back out there." Steve shook his head.

"Ditto, hell no." Two-Bit chimed in.

Darry sighed and nodded his head "Yeah fine, but keep the door locked and no one go back out."

As everyone let out a chorus of agreements, you felt relief wash over you. You'd be safe here, with the others, and away from the shadows.

xx End xx

Sorry this kind of sucked, I couldn't get out the idea how I wanted too :/

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[rileyh20]

Channeling me inner Two-Bit and wearing a Mickey Mouse Club House T-shirt

[jaidens]

And What Would You Do Baby, If You Only Knew

pairing [s] : two-bit mathews x trans!Soc!male!reader

warning [s] : | mentions of homophobia | fighting | kissing | secret relationship | I made the reader I guess jock? | blehh he's so silly | probably a little ooc.. dunno

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

Two-Bit Mathews has been explained to always put his two bits in a conversation, and the wise cracker of the Greaser gangs. However, when he met you, he's sure you ate him up and threw his brains and voice-box out of the window. You're sitting at the lunch table, chewing on whatever school food was made that day, with your jockey friends. He was warned about that group by Johnny and Ponyboy, how they always tried to take down Greasers that roamed the school.

However, Johnny mentioned how you were in his English and Chemistry class, and how you defended him a couple times after one of your “friends” picked on Johnny. People could've sworn all of the mischief and constant seek for danger left his eyes that day. Now, it was filled with adoration and wanting to find out about the boy he fell in love with that day.

Two-Bit immediately begins his venture of messing with you. Your friends stuck up for you, ending up with some bruised lips and eyes out of school grounds. However, on those particularly hard days, you stayed back with Keith and picked him up for running back to your friends. God, did that send him further back into the constant need to feel his hands on his face again.

Finally, he caught you alone, sitting away from people at the drive in theater. Two-Bit rubs his hands together and walks over to you, flipping up his leather jacket up further his neck: you're not sure how, but he figures out how to. He slides in the seat next to you, but you keep your eyes on the beach movie in front of you. “What are you doing around here? Where are you little Soc-y friends huh?” You turn your head at his words, and can't help but feel a little cheesy as him. He's puckering his lips out and smiling at you.

“They’re drinking and stuff. I actually wanna get home tonight.” You mumbled, head sitting on your fist as your attention falls back to the movie. Two-Bit slides back closer into you, arm wrapping around your shoulder and his hand rests. “Oh yeah? Need a ride home then? I can walk you.” You turn your head to look at him, with his hair greased enough to let a car slide on top and his eyes staring into yours. “Nah, I'm fine. I can just walk.” The Letterman jacket you're wearing suddenly feels too warm for the night and you pull it off.

Two-Bit is still there, arm wrapped around you. “You can’t walk round’ here.. lemme walk you home.” Two-Bit is almost begging to you, and he sits his head in your lap to look at you. You can't help but feel your cheeks warm at the sight of him. He smells like smoke and beer, but for some reason, it pulls you in deeper. “C’mon baby. I don't bite..” That's the sentence that started everything, that started the endless secret nights of holding and everything that you always needed and what you dreamed of.

You had to keep everything on the down low, your parents especially could not find out about Two-Bit and yours relationship. So, it ended with sneaking around past doors and out of windows, or holding hands under tables and interlocked pinkies. You couldn't lie and say the adrenaline rush wasn't absolutely amazing, after the constant things happening with the same business conversations or what football team won that week.

Two-Bit made your life ten times better than usual, but always incidentally, people find out about everything.

Two-Bit decided to take you out to a picnic and you were absolutely so excited. You wore your best Madra and jeans and you did your hair the way you knew Two-Bit liked it. He picked you up at your front door, and he and your father had a conversation. Two-Bit said he was giving you a ride to a football meeting, and surprisingly, your dad believed him. It was surprising to you for the fact that Keith was successfully able to lie to your parents.

Keith takes your arm and starts walking with you. His hands are in his jacket and he's talking about school and the gang. “I missed hanging out with you. Ever since the rumble everything's been so tight. The guys, man, they wont let me even look at a Greaser without getting my ass kicked.” Two-Bit straightens up and his arm wraps around your waist. “I know, Dally almost ripped my head off a couple days ago cause of it. I went out to see you, and man, was he mad.” You smile at the thought of Two trying to see you when he knows the circumstances between Greasers and Socs.

“I wish we could tell people, y'know. I wanna be able to do stuff with you in school.” Two-Bit nods and slips his pinky into yours. “Me too.” Two-Bit responds, gently cradling your hand in his and giving it a small kiss. “You’re the best thing that's ever been mine, and one day, I swear everyone will know.” That gives you a sense of relaxation as you lay your head on Two-Bit’s shoulder.

The moment is sweet and gentle, and you stare between your feet on the ground or the stars that collide against the dark sky. That was one of your favorite nights with Two-Bit, no matter how many more you shared, that night will always be etched in your memory forever. The way he held you and the way he told you that everyone would know.

The next day at school, it hurt to not hold him or even speak to him. Two-Bit didn't care however, and would still continue to talk to you and be around you at all times. It worried you and if the chance your friends found out, you would be torn apart quicker than you could even yell. Whenever Two-Bit tried to walk you home, you didn't even realize one of your friends had been traveling far behind and you decided to hold Keith's hand in yours and let him give you a soft kiss against your cheek.

At some point, your friend sped up and slammed his hand on Two-Bit’s shoulder and slammed him onto the ground. You yelled out Two-Bit’s name as your “friend” threw a punch against Keith's face. You pulled Two-Bit away from the fight and told him to go away. Your friend is standing there, holding his fist, and he's huffing in breaths. “What the fuck was that?” You asked and your friend looked up at you. “The Greasers need to get away, always being in your business, man. We're buds, we gotta protect each other.”

You stared at him like he was speaking a different language. “So, your thought to protect me, someone who is fully capable of getting someone away, is to throw them on the ground?” However you're sure your friend is more confused than you are and grumbles before walking away. “Man, sorry, I just lost it. But, don't tell anyone, I'm with Two-Bit. We're.. dating.” That makes your friend stop walking and turn to look at you. “Aw shit man. I'm sorry too, I should've let you handle it if anything was happening. So.. you're like gay?” The word almost burns, but you know he's just trying to figure it out. You nod at him and he gives you a soft smile.

“I won't tell anyone, your secrets are safe with me.” You smile at your friend after he reassures you. You hug him and he smacks your back. “See you at football practice next week.” Now, it was time to find wherever your boyfriend had ran off too. Eventually, you find Two-Bit, he's wiping the blood off of his nose and you can see him angrily rubbing tears off his face. “Two, hey honey.” You sit down next to him and pull his hands away from his face.

“Dickhead hit me right in the nose.” He huffs out and he lets you hold his handkerchief to his nose. You frown at him and give him a tight hug and he tenses up. “He apologized. It's just... we're all protective of each other. Just like how you are with Johnny.” You pull away from the hug and Two-Bit has a soft smile on his face. “I just, I really wish we could be more open,”

You sigh and give Two-Bit a soft kiss on his forehead. “I know, soon.” He hugs you once more and lays on your shoulder. “Thanks for fighting him.” You laugh with Two-Bit as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. “Always, I would fight everyone for you, I’ve done it before.”

[ @itzwilby ]

[apersoneein]

Reporter: Who's your guys comfort member? I would assmue that it's soda?

Dally: Nah, it's Two-bit

Johnny: Two-bit

Steve: Two-bit, don't ask why

Darry and Ponyboy: It's Two-bit

Soda: You seriously got that wrong- two-bit's our emotional support to go-to man.

[i-like-writing-hi]

Welcome To Me Account

I am not new to Tumblr, just made a separate account for posting fanfic or other things like that.

I do take requests, only a few rules:

I will never write smut, no matter how good the request is I won't.

I mainly will write friendship ones but if I like the request or am really bored I will do romance. (If you want romantic implied that's cool I just don't like writing the ones with make out scenes)

I don't do ones about suicide, eating disorders, or self harm as the MAIN plot. I don't have experience with any of those and I don't like writing stuff like that, if you want it as a background plot I am okay with that (not suicide for either character though, suicide is a no)

I will not write abuse things (in the sense of the boys abusing the reader or the reader abusing them, if you want either to have previous experience with that as character building, but they can't abuse, either physical or emotional, each other in the story)

Things I do write:

I write for ships between the boys, previous rules apply (No huge make out scenes or smut)

Fluff, a lot of it.

AUs (Almost anything for these)

Canon

Changing some things about the boys (I don't mind it as long as you understand I am keeping most of their real personality) (Examples of what I mean by change: Writing the boys with medical conditions [physical or mental, I find both interesting and it's a fun excuse for research], if there's something about them that makes what you want hard [like in 5sos, Ashton is allergic to cats but in fanfic world he doesn't have to be]

Pretty much anything but if something I forgot to mention comes up that I won't do, respect that I won't do it.

Fandoms I will write for:

5SOS

One Direction

Waterparks (Probably won't be as good because I'm new to the fandom but I will do my best)

The Outsiders (In this I know Dallas committed suicide and sense that happened canonically I am okay with the story being somewhat related to that)

AJR (Never seen fanfic for it or written for it so I have no idea if anyone would want this but I know enough about them)

One Of Us Is Lying series.

[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!"

[4sh--tr4y]

Y'all know how Emilio Estevez plays Two-Bit and whatever the hell the name of the coach from mighty ducks... Hear me out you guys what if Two-bit grows up to become a hockey coach-

[spikedhe4rt]

im bored and need inspo, pls sends asks 🤭💕

[motorcycle-boyy]

when two-bit first wakes up, his southern accent is stronger and its so adorable