"Are you man enough?" but it's Ponyboy walking into the Curtis household and saying "Johnny's dead" in an emotionless voice, and then watching Dally get shot dead right in front of his very eyes -the same eyes that had just witnessed as his best friend took his last breath on a hospital bed- and then convincing his whole brain that Johnny was still alive and completely gas-lighting himself until he couldn't even tell what was reality anymore, or if it was all just a figment of his imagination, and believing wholeheartedly that Johnny was genuinely still alive and that that still body back at the hospital simply wasn't Johnny.
A/N: RiSa sTOP mAKinG yOur fAvEoRiTe cHaRcaTeRs jEwiSH! NO. FUCK YOU (there’s a @scribbledstars16 ref in that sentence if ykyk)
anyway marbit wedding where Marcia is Jewish and Two-bit had no warning about the Horah
Two-Bit had survived a lot of things in his life.
Street fights.
Darry Curtis lectures.
A hangover that one time after Buck's.
Meeting Marcia's entire extended family.
But absolutely nothing could have prepared him for this.
The wedding reception had been going great. There was food, music, dancing, and Marcia looked so pretty that every time he glanced at her his brain briefly stopped working.
Which was embarrassing. He prided himself on always having something smart to say.
Then the band suddenly switched songs.
A bunch of people rushed toward the dance floor.
Two-Bit blinked.
"What's happening?"
Marcia, who had immediately lit up like Christmas morning, grabbed both his hands.
"The horah!"
"The what?"
"The horah!"
That explained absolutely nothing.
Before he could ask another question, several of Marcia's cousins appeared.
And they were carrying chairs.
Two-Bit stared.
"...Why do y'all have chairs?"
Nobody answered him.
Which, in hindsight, should have been a warning sign.
Marcia was laughing so hard she nearly doubled over.
"Keith."
That was another warning sign. She only called him Keith when she was either very emotional or about to watch something ridiculous happen.
"What?"
"Trust me."
"Marcia, sweetheart, I love you dearly, but those people are carrying furniture."
Then two cousins grabbed him.
"HEY."
Another grabbed Marcia.
"WAIT."
Someone shoved a chair behind him.
"NOW HOLD ON."
And suddenly he was sitting.
Several things happened at once.
The music got louder.
People started cheering.
The chair left the floor.
Two-Bit's soul immediately left his body right behind it.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
The room erupted with laughter.
Marcia's chair rose beside his.
She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
Two-Bit clutched the sides of the chair.
"MARCIA."
She was crying now.
"YES?"
"WE ARE IN THE AIR."
"I KNOW!"
"WHY ARE WE IN THE AIR?"
"It's tradition!"
"THIS CANNOT POSSIBLY BE A TRADITION."
The chair bounced.
Two-Bit made a sound that nobody had ever heard from him before.
Across the room, Ponyboy was bent over wheezing.
Sodapop had fallen into a chair because he couldn't stand up from laughing.
Steve was recording the whole thing.
Traitor.
Darry had his face buried in one hand.
The chair bounced again.
Two-Bit's grip somehow tightened.
"MARCIA."
"YES, HONEY?"
"I'M GONNA DIE."
"No, you're not."
"I'M ACTIVELY DYING."
The people carrying him started spinning.
The world became a blur of lights, music, and terrible decisions.
Two-Bit looked down.
Instant regret.
"NOPE."
Marcia was still laughing.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THIS."
"You never asked!"
"WHO ASKS IF THEIR WEDDING INCLUDES BEING THROWN INTO THE SKY?"
One of Marcia's uncles yelled something in Hebrew.
The crowd cheered.
The chair bounced even higher.
Two-Bit's eyes widened.
"THAT WAS HIGHER."
"PROBABLY."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROBABLY?"
Marcia reached over and grabbed one of his hands.
It was honestly impressive she managed it considering he was gripping the chair like it owed him money.
"Keith."
"What?"
Her smile softened.
Just a little.
"We're married."
Two-Bit looked at her.
The music was loud.
The room was spinning.
He was still fairly certain he was moments from death.
But she looked happy.
Really happy.
And suddenly the panic eased a little.
"Ain't that something."
Marcia squeezed his hand.
Then the chair bounced again.
The panic immediately returned.
"NOPE. NEVER MIND."
Marcia cackled.
Two-Bit pointed accusingly at her while still clutching the chair with his other hand.
"YOU KNEW."
"I DID."
"YOU SET ME UP."
"I DID."
"I TRUSTED YOU."
"I KNOW."
The chair finally started lowering.
Two-Bit had never been so grateful to see the floor in his entire life.
The second his feet touched the ground, he stood up and kissed Marcia.
The crowd immediately cheered.
When they finally pulled apart, Marcia was smiling.
Two-Bit narrowed his eyes.
"I'm getting revenge."
She laughed.
"For what?"
"For attempted murder."
"Keith, that's not what happened."
"You launched me."
"It was a chair."
"It was airborne."
Marcia leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"You loved it."
Two-Bit opened his mouth.
Paused.
Thought about it.
"...Okay, maybe a little."
"That's what I thought."
From somewhere behind them, Steve yelled,
"DO IT AGAIN."
Two-Bit spun around.
"STEVE RANDLE IF YOU PUT ME BACK IN THAT CHAIR I WILL STRANGLE YOU."
The entire reception dissolved into laughter.
Including Marcia.
Especially Marcia.
And despite all his complaints, Two-Bit couldn't stop grinning. Even if marrying her apparently came with surprise aviation.
Some of my favorite Two-Bit quotes that I remember from the top of my head from Tabloid Junkie, the Darry Novel coming in summer:
“Dar-Bear”
“…and we’ll slice their throats off!”
“Ponykid.”
“Practice-smactice”
“He hears ‘day off’ and forgets how to function.”
“WELL SLAP MY KNEE SODA TURN THIS UP”
“Connie…no Sunshine. I’m calling you Sunshine.”
“And I just won a million dollars!”
“Could you be any more moodier, Hollywood?”
“What he said mashed potato!”
“…all you need is rain and someone saying, ‘Darry! The war changed you!’”
“Me? A job? And ruin my rep?”
“I’m just saying. One more word and I’m voting for you in November.”
*blinks* “Too…many…jokes…!” *squeezes eyes and points finger at Darry* “Must mock Darry!” *panics and runs out the Curtis House* “GOD YOU’RE KILLING ME!”
Ponyboy and Johnny but they met at a group home where Johnny was considered “aggressive and mentally unstable” but pony is desperate to be his friend to prove otherwise cuz he’s GAY!! GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY GAY.
Johnnyboy had the most votes !!! So here’s my boys and my horrible attempt to draw burn scars AND a hand!! Happy pride and I’m 100% drawing more Lgbtq ships
