BLISS || THE OUTSIDERS IMAGINES

two-bit matthews (short) | "come, sit"

you strode through your apartment doorway, shutting the door behind you with an exhausted sigh.

all you felt were aches throughout your body; especially your head. work was tiring, being constantly on your feet.

you worked at the nearby diner. you rushed to serve people, you cleaned, you helped in the kitchen— wherever you were needed, you would be.

"honey?" came out a sloppy cry from the living room.

"i'm home, two," you called back, leaning against the wall to slowly take off your shoes. your pace was slower than ever, using every last bit of strength to remove the tight flats from your feet.

when they had finally been thrown off, a feeling of relief had washed over your body as your feet met the cold flooring. you grimaced; happy to be home, yet upset to be in so much pain.

"come, sit!" two-bit, your fiancé, yelled once more.

you strode into the kitchen, placing your purse on the counter and hanging your jacket by the entry-way.

the cycle was never-ending. two-bit didn't work, only stole money little by little to support the two of you.

even after endlessly telling him that you could take care of the two of you, his head stayed in that direction. a life of crime was worth it if it meant taking care of his girl.

you walked into the living room to see two-bit sitting comfortably on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand with many other scattered across the floor.

he always had them cleaned by the end of the night— so you wouldn't pester him about it, only complied as he patted the seat next to him.

his free arm wrapped around you to pull you in closer. "i know you're in pain— after mickey mouse, i'll give ya' a real nice massage? how about it?"

you smiled up at two-bit in awe. "that sounds real nice."

the two of you laughed and his attention turned back to the television, allowing your achey body to cuddle into him for therapy.

it was the best kind.