The Outsiders Imagines & Preferences

{Two-Bit, Darry} Vitamins and Coffee

Info: Platonic. Fluff with a dash of emotional hurt/comfort (I think). 2nd person p.o.v..

Warnings: Jokes about wanting to die. Y/N has a caffeine addiction and isn't doing so great mental health wise, but nothing specific mentioned. Y/N also doesn't have a good relationship with their mom.

You flop down on the Curtis' couch next to Two-Bit and bury your face in his arm. "Kill me."

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

You sit up. "Why not?!"

"Why would I," he counters.

"To put me out of my misery!"

"Nup. Not my job."

You stick your tongue out at him and lay down, resting your head on his legs and staring up at him. He's ignoring you.

"Don't you wanna ask what's bothering me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were about to start whining about it either way."

"Well, yeah, but you still shoulda asked. Just to give me the feeling you care, y'know?"

"Alright, alright, hold on." He clears his throat, before saying with a dramatic voice, "Oh big and mighty Y/N, won't you tell me what minor inconvenience has caused you such great dismay this time?"

"My mom."

"Right. What else could it be... What'd she do now?" he asks, talking normally again.

"She wants me to eat vitamins and participate in life." You hold your hands up in front of his face to put quotation marks around the last three words.

"Good god!" Two-Bit exclaims in honest disgust.

"I know, right?!"

Darry, who's next door taking the laundry out of the washing machine and is forced to overhear your conversation wether he wants to or not, sticks his head into the room and says, "You know, it wouldn't kill you if you ate some vitamins once in a while. Neither of you."

"No, but it won't kill us if we don't, either. I don't like any of the foods that have vitamins!"

Two-Bit vehemently nods, but Darry isn't having it.

"Not even with some chocolate on top? I could put some chocolate glazing on a banana and some strawberries for you after I'm done with the laundry, hm? I know you do like those."

"Well— yeah, okay. But that's not the point! Forget about the stupid vitamins for now, guys; can we maybe talk about how my mom is trying to force me out into the world even though I'm in absolutely no condition to go out there and be a responsible adult?! This morning I literally started bawling because we didn't have any coffee and I didn't wanna go to the store because there's people there!"

"Is that why you look so tired? Caffeine withdrawal?"

Darry has barely taken more than a short glance at you since you walked in, so you don't know how he can claim you look tired, but he's right, you do suffer from caffeine withdrawal.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to make you a coffee?"

"Oh please."

Darry smiles at you and ruffles your hair as he walks past with the laundry basket. "Just lemme hang up the laundry real quick first."

While he does so you continue to get on Two-Bit's nerves with your problems.

"She wants me to get a job, Two. A real, adult, money-paying job."

"Wow. Horrible."

"Don't make fun of me, Keith, I'm being serious!"

"So am I! I know you wouldn't manage to work for a living if you wanted to."

"Thank you! Can you maybe explain that to my mom somehow?"

"Absolutely not. Sorry kid, but I'd rather get hit by a car than talk to your mom."

"That's fair. Me too." You sigh. "It's like she just doesn't want to understand that I'm not doing well enough to get a job. It's not like I'm not trying to be a functioning adult and live my life, but— but being an adult is just so damn hard! And I'm not even doing it right yet!"

"I don't think there's a right or wrong way to be an adult."

"Yes, there is. The way we're doing it is the wrong way. Darry's doin' it right."

"Well, I don't wanna do it right, then. Too much responsibility."

"Yeah, same... Hey, you know what we should do if my mom really ends up forcing me to get a job? We should get one together under a fake name and take turns showing up there, like, pretend we're the same person, y'know?" You giggle. "If we both always wear a mickey mouse shirt they'd never be able to tell us apart."

"Y/N, you're a genius. There's only one little issue with that brilliant plan."

"What issue would that be?"

"I don't wanna work."

For a moment you stare at each other, dead serious, then the both of you break out laughing.

"Well, me neither. But if I have to then you'll have to, too."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Fine, then I'm not doing it either, no matter how much my mom pressures me."

"That's the spirit!"

Darry is done with the laundry now and heads to the kitchen. You follow him, and watch as he peels two bananas and washes two handfuls of strawberries.

You step behind him, hug him, and lean up to whisper "Coffee!" into his ear.

"Nuh-uh. Vitamins first."

"That's blackmail, Darry."

"I know."

You return to the sofa, putting your legs up on Two-Bit's lap and letting your head hang down over the edge of the couch.

"Mom's banned me from taking naps, you know," you say to no one in particular. "Acts as if sleeping a lot is a goddamn crime. And then she bitches about how much coffee I drink! It doesn't even occur to her that maybe I just need the sleep, and if she doesn't let me get it I at least need my goddamn caffeine."

"You know you can always come over and take a nap here, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Darry."

It doesn't take long before the smell of coffee wafts from the kitchen. Darry comes and hands you a cup, another one for himself in hand.

"Your chocolate fruits are in the ice box, just wait a little till the chocolate is dried."

You pull him down to sit with you before he can go and already start with his next chore while he drinks it.

"I need to—"

"Take a break. That's what you need to do, Darry. Just sit down for five minutes and drink your coffee in peace. You probably haven't even sat down at all since you came home from work, did you?"

Darry doesn't answer your question, and you take that as confirmation.

He seems to have accepted his fate, but you still sprawl out across his lap to make sure he stays where he is. Not like that would stop him if he really wanted to get up, but it should be enough to ensure he takes the break you both know he needs. After all he wouldn't want you to spill the hot coffee you're holding all over his lap. Once you drank it he can go and take care of all his stupid responsibilities, but until then he's your prisoner.

And you make sure to drink slowly.