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Not to be dramatic but your two-baby imagine is literally my favorite thing on here and I've read it like 10 times today because I really needed something like that honestly also I love you
um? this?
IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID ABOUT ANYTHING IVE EVER WRITTEN
im so glad you like it and im just smiling so much right now, thank you for taking the time to send this ask in it’s made my entire day
and uh
I LOVE YOU TOO
Two-Baby | 25 Days of Christmas: Day 10
Two-Bit never shut up.
It was a simple, well-known, undeniable fact. His mouth ran a mile a minute, sometimes you wondered if he even knew what he was talking about. The only time he ever hushed up was when you occupied him.
The look on his face when you open the door sends a clench of worry to your stomach. His lips curl into a smirk, eerily void of expression.
“Hey, baby...” it’s the slight hitch in his voice that gives it away.
You only sigh, ushering him up to your room. He kicks his shoes off, sitting on the bed. You perch at the top, wordlessly opening your arms. He flops onto you, a small smile on his face at the ‘oof’ you let out.
His hair was limp against your fingertips, soft as the curls sprang free from their usual grease. The lighting reflected off his hair, casting a honey-brown tint over his auburn locks.
You had seen almost every single side of Two-Bit, but this one — the one with his cheek squished against your chest as you cradled him in your arms was an entirely different form.
“You wanna talk?” You murmur.
His eyes droop up, hazy and distant as he looks for something within your gaze. “It won’t matter tomorrow, I’ll forget about it.”
You had smelled the alcohol on his breath when he knocked on the door, but this worried. He drank. To drown out his sorrows, the pain he never showed anyone, that he faced alone. It meant something that he was here now, with you.
“Let’s get you in a bath,” you scoot up, “it’ll make you feel better.”
“You just wanna see me naked,” he says, attempting a smirk that falls flat.
You slap his butt, grinning at his widened gaze. “Maybe, I do. You know I love that ass of yours.”
After that, the atmosphere is less tense. He’s starting to pester you as he always does, but there is an absence of conviction behind it. It’s empty, lacking. The bath is hot, steaming as he slips in. You turn to leave, hand on the door, when he calls out to you.
“Where do you think you’re going, little Miss?”
It’s too tempting to leave him there, with his hair drooping over his forehead. Arms open and waiting to hold you. You start to strip, feeling that familiar warmth that always washes over you when you’re intimate with him like this. His gaze burns through you as you step out of your underwear and if the circumstances were different, you knew exactly what you would do next. However when his arms wrap around your waist, hands trailing down to hold your hands, instead of going farther - you know something is wrong.
“Two-baby,” you coo, “what’s wrong?”
His lips brush your shoulder, resting there as he sighs. “Don’t worry bout’ it, sweetheart.”
“I am worried.”
The words float up into the air, evaporating into the steam.
Nose rubbing against your neck, his grip on your hands tightens. “You shouldn’t worry bout’ a greaser like me.”
“But, I want to.”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m in love with you.”
He grabs your cheek, guiding you into a kiss that is desperate and wild, tasting like everything your parents warn you about. Two-Bit has never seemed to mix you into his entire life, the greaser side seeming almost a secret. Now, it feels like he’s pouring all of it — the pain, blood and tears — into that kiss. It’s intoxicating and you know that you won’t ever get enough of it, of him.
His eyes are hooded as he takes you in, “can’t believe your putting out for some dumb grease like me.”
You roll your eyes, pecking his lips once more. “You’re an idiot.”
“Your idiot?”
“Obviously.”
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Two-Bit can do many party tricks but the one that messes with everyone is that he can say his abc's backwards
we stan a talented babe
but that would freak me out ngl id be shook
