i think about this all the time 😭😭 and it’s literally cannon that everyone else except johnny would have forgotten soap in the church. all of them would probably smell like pure cigarette
sick of people ruining my little fantasy world and telling me all the greasers have horrible hygiene (they’re right)
DARRY TOO!!!he is 20 years old not 50. he’s still very young and most likely understands the slang of the times and knows what the younger greasers are into and all that. a lot of people act like he’s this old boomer who is clueless about the youth when in reality he is the youth himself
IM SO SICK OF PEOPLE MISCHARACTERIZING JOHNNY😭 HES A FULLY INDEPENDENT PERSON THAT HAD TO LEARN TO FEND FOR HIMSELF DUE TO NEGLECTFUL PARENTS. HE KILLED SOMEONE TO PROTECT PONYBOY AND HIMSELF!! HES NOT SENSITIVE, HES JUST AFRAIF OF GETTING HURT LIKE SO MANG ITHER TIMES BEFORE. HES JUMPY AS A SURVIVAL INSTINCT‼️‼️ IT GETS ME SO MAD😭😭
a/n: idk if this is a dead fandom but at least three times a year i remember that the outsiders exists and become obsessed again lol
Y/N hadn’t been sleeping well lately, so when she fell asleep on the couch Darry couldn’t bring himself to risk waking her up. The most he dared to do was drape a blanket over his sleeping sister before retreating to his bedroom for the night.
Dallas, however, didn’t give a shit.
He needed somewhere to sleep, and she was in his designated spot.
Dally had just lifted Y/N into his arms when her eyelids fluttered open, still weighed down by sleep.
“Darry?”
“No—shut up and go back to sleep.”
Y/N’s eyes snapped open at Dally’s unexpected voice and briefly registered him carrying her across the living room.
“Where we goin’?” Y/N’s voice came out in a mumble as her eyes fell shut again.
“Bed. Need a place to crash tonight.”
“And you chose my room? Gonna be a tight fit.”
Glory, she’s annoying even when she’s barely conscious, Dally thought, but he was too tired to be his usual combative self.
The hallway was dark, but he could see the shimmer of her eyes looking up at him from the void. He never liked the way she looked at him—there was too much hope, too much recognition, too much of an implication that she knew something he didn’t.
Dallas wasn’t exactly known for being respectful, but Darry’s acceptance of him meant a lot more to him than he would ever be willing to admit—even to himself. So, despite becoming quite fond of Y/N, he kept his distance. If there was one thing Dallas loved to do, it was to test the boundaries of every relationship he’s ever had, both friendly and romantic.
This was one boundary Dallas had reservations about crossing.
“Do you hate me, Dallas?” There was a softness in Y/N’s voice that was rare to hear coming from the girl.
Dallas paused in the threshold of Y/N’s bedroom and dared a glance down into her eyes, but quickly snapped out of it and kept moving across the room to her small bed.
“No, stupid.” He unceremoniously dropped her on the bed and turned to move out of the room, but he was stopped by her calling out to him.
“You not gonna tuck me in, Winston?”
He threw a glance over his shoulder and was met with the knowing glint in her eyes that he was ever-growing uneasy of.
Catching himself, he snapped back into character, scoffing and throwing a stupid plush dog at her head. He remembered the gang’s trip to the state fair a few years back, remembered how excited she was when Soda won it for her after seven tries at the ring toss, and he remembered her shoving it in his face while teasing that the K-9 unit was coming for his sorry ass.
“Go to bed.”
The door closed behind him with a solid thud.
Stupid girl.
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i'm trying to get back in the writing groove but i'm so uninspired lol—feedback is appreciated as usual :)