He's a Complicated Swirl

I write imagines and ships for The Outsiders.《Requests are CLOSED!》 Just ask, I also do other books and movies.

[i-am-a-fish]

you should clean your room I'm not saying that you have to I'm just saying you were thinking about cleaning your room and yeah you should probably clean your room (I wrote this post for myself it's a callout post I should clean my room)

[amateurmariokartist]

“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There’s still lots of good in the world.”

The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton.

[steve-randle-appreciation]

First Something Headcanon: Steve Jacob Randle

~You two were friends first.

~It was nice, except you were also friends with Soda.

~You guys were hell raisers, according to well...Everyone.

~You’ve always had a special thing with Steve.

~Yes Soda was the movie star handsome kinda guy.

~But you only thought of him as a friend.

~Steve was....different.

~There was no other way to explain it.

~He would steal glances at you...

~If you catch him looking, he'll send you a lil' wink.

~Anytime you would hang out alone with Soda, Steve would show up out of thin air.

~Soda notices these interactions but he doesn't say anything.

~He's a little bit jealous because he had a thing for you awhile.

~The first girl he's liked since well....Sandy...

~yikes

Just saw these random drafts and thought I would finish them up. Kinda... I haven't been on this account in years. Is there still Outsiders lovers here?

xoxo

-Still a Steve gal

[cryonme]

—𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

—Dallas Winston x fem!Curtis!reader

—summary: you and Dallas have an unspoken bond, and your boyfriend fucking sucks. also, your brothers love you a lot.

—word count: 1.8k

—tw: abusive relationship, swearing, blood

— a/n: can you tell I was in a toxic, abusive relationships with how many of these fics I write???? lol anywayyyyy. just watched the outsiders and fell back in love with the gang and hadddd to write this. enjoy, lovers! xo, miz

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“(Y/N), open the goddamn door!” You didn’t even do anything, you did nothing wrong. You did nothing wrong yet here you were, bloody and shaking, not able to breathe properly while your brother tried to kick your door down.

It was fucked up.

“Calm down, Dar.”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down!”

All of this. All of this because your no good piece of shit boyfriend decided to beat the shit out of you in front of the wrong person.

Dallas fucking Winston. Of all people.

Dal had invited you to come to Buck’s, just for a couple of beers and maybe a round of pool, and, of course, you’d agreed. You two had always liked each other probably more than you should, but neither of you dared to make it too obvious, afraid of what the rest of the gang, and your boyfriend, would have to say about it. So you hung out a lot in secret, it’s not like the two of you were having sex or anything, you would just talk and drink, play some pool and fuck with some people at Buck’s, pulling pranks and whatnot. Sometimes you two would stay up after everyone had gone home, soft music playing from Dally’s record player, smoking cigarettes and talking about everything under the sun, but you were careful not to let your fear of your boyfriend slip past your lips, knowing that Dal would get angry, and tell your brothers and the rest of the gang, and they would absolutely kill him. You hated him, of course, but a small part of you felt like you couldn’t leave him, a weird sadness filled your chest at the thought.

You and Dallas were fucking around, you had taken a couple shots and were jabbing at each other with poolsticks when he walked in.

“Dal, we need to go to your room.” You said, your tone suddenly turning serious at the sight of the tall blond sauntering through the doors.

“What?! But-”

“Dallas, please.”

No one ever called him that, especially you. And with his full name coming out of your mouth and the panicked look in your eye, he knew you weren’t playing around.

“Yeah, alright. Come on.”

You nodded your head in a silent thank you and laced Dally’s fingers through yours, bringing your opposite hand up to grip onto his bicep, and the brunet boy sure didn’t miss the tight hold you had while your nails subtly dug into his flesh,

It was just as the two of you were headed upstairs when you were suddenly pulled back from Dally basically receiving whiplash from the severity of the tug.

“Well if it isn’t Dallas Winston and my girlfriend.” Your boyfriend sneered, bringing his clammy hand up to cling onto the back of your neck, squeezing so hard that you let out an involuntary whimper that made Dallas’ heart drop to his shoes.

Now, there weren't many people who were lucky enough to be loved by Dallas Winston, yet for some reason you were one of them. You got to see a side of him that not even Johnny Cade got to see. He was funny, soft, sweet, attentive, nothing like most people made him out to be.

But, Lord help the sorry motherfucker who decided to mess with you.

“Please…” You whimpered. Maybe it was a plea to your boyfriend, to let you go and show you mercy, just for tonight, or maybe it was a plea to Dally, begging him to help you and save you from the boy who was supposed to love you.

“Let her go, man.” Dallas drawled, one hand outstretched towards you and him in a gesture that you didn’t one any trouble, trying to stay calm for your sake.

“Why should I?” Your boyfriend laughed, tightening his grip. “So you can take her upstairs to that shitty room of yours and fuck her like the whore she is?”

“Now you’ve done it, punk.”

You wish you could remember exactly what happened from that point, but to be completely honest the whole thing was a fucking blur. You know that a couple of your boyfriend’s friends held Dally back once he lunged, and you knew your boyfriend had gotten you pretty good, and the moment you didn’t feel a pair of hands on you, you made a run for it, not looking back and not stopping until you basically crashed through your front door, unknowingly leaving a small trail of blood.

Soda and Darry had been on the couch when you arrived and both sprang up from their sitting positions when you ran through the living room and straight into your room, slamming the door and turning the lock.

“Shut the fuck up, Darrel!” You screeched, banging a fist against your door in retaliation.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on!”

“None of your goddamn business!”

“None of my goddamn business?!” His voice boomed. “You must be out of-”

You couldn’t take it, not a second more, so you flung the door open revealing your damaged state to your two elder brothers. Darry’s fist was raised, ready to pound on the door once more, and Soda’s arm was outstretched in an effort to stop him, and they both completely froze when they saw you. Apparently you were in worse shape than you originally thought.

“What happened?” Darrel asked, his voice soft but still firm, a slight frown hung on his face.

All you could do was shake your head. They’d kill him, all of them. Or at least try to. And you couldn’t risk any one of them getting hurt just because you can’t take a couple punches.

“What the fuck happened?” He demanded once more.

All you could do was shake your head as more tears gathered in your irises.

“Dar, she’s upset. Give her a second.” Soda soothed and Darry nodded, not ripping his eyes away from you. If you looked hard enough you could see they were filled with concern. Someone had hurt his baby sister, and he’d be damned if they were getting away with it.

“I’ll patch her up, alright? Go take a breather.” Soda gently coaxed the eldest away from your doorway and he obliged, turning his head and stomping away, leaving behind a bang as the front door slammed, causing you to jump.

Sodapop gave you a gentle smile and nodded towards the direction of the bathroom, urging you to follow him and you did. You decided to sit in the same spot he and the boys would always sit when you’d lend a hand in cleaning them up after fights or rumbles, so you hoisted yourself up on the counter.

Your brother was silent as he worked, and you tried your hardest not to make eye contact anytime you could feel his eyes linger on you, hoping you’d look up so he could say something.

“All done.”

You nodded and thanked him, sliding down from the counter so you could make your way into the living room to join Ponyboy and watch a couple cartoons before Darry got back and you’d have to have the conversation.

“(Y/n).” Sodapop’s voice stopped you before you could really leave the bathroom.

You halted your footsteps and turned, meeting your brother's misty blue eyes with your own.

“You know I uh, Pony and I have known for a while.”

You froze, your jaw falling slack and white hot nerves electrified your body.

“And I-” Soda choked on his words, clearing his throat before he continued. “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you. I- I didn’t realize how bad it was, me and Pony only saw you guys yellin’ at the drive in. He grabbed your wrist and you hit him and, and I got up so fast to come and say somethin’ but Pony stopped me, he said this was somethin’ you had to do on your own. That, that you’d only get mad if we tried to get in the middle, we didn’t- we didn’t know (Y/n/n), I swear. I’m so-”

You cut him off with a hug, probably one of the tightest hugs you’d given any of your brothers since your mom and dad died, and Soda let out a breath of relief, hugging you back just as hard. Neither of you said anything, but really, you didn’t have to. You both knew what the hug meant, and there was no need to ruin it with talk.

You pulled away and both gave each other watery smiles. Soda laughed and lightly roughed up your hair and you swatted his hand away, a playful smile on your face.

Your nice moment with your brother was unfortunately interrupted by the front door nearly swinging off its hinges, revealing a very angry Darrel and concerned Dally.

“(Y/n), oh my god.”

“Your fucking BOYFRIEND?!”

Sodapop groaned and stepped in front of you, knowing how fragile you still were from the day’s events, and Ponybody scrambled up from the floor, tearing his eyes away from his cartoons to run to your aid, not really sure what was happening, but knowing it was his job to always protect his big sister.

“Now’s not the time, Dar, and you know that.”

The eldest Curtis opened his mouth to argue but stopped when he saw you. Cowering behind Soda with shaky hands, one gripped tightly in Pony’s, eyes wide with fear panic, and tears. His shoulders dropped and he sighed. “I’m sorry, (Y/n/n). Come on out.” You only shook your head and tightened your grip on Pony’s hand, making Darrel’s heart fall.

Dallas cleared his throat and stepped forward. His heart raced with his actions, not knowing how your older brother would react to you responding to Dallas over him, but you were scared, and he couldn’t just do nothing.

“(Y/n), sweetheart.” He said softly, approaching you beside Soda, and you immediately fell into him, tightening your hands around the material of his leather jacket and letting out every tear you’d been holding in the last couple of hours.

“I’m so scared of him, Dal.”

Dallas subtly swayed the two of you back and forth, one arm curled around your waist and the other cradling the back of your neck, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

“I know, doll.”

“Thought he was gonna kill me.”

Dally cursed and tightened his hold on you, turning his head to face the most confused trio of brother’s he’d ever seen.

Never had any of them seen him speak this softly, or even touch someone for this long without the intent of sex, and they were completely stunned.

“I’ll kill him.” Dally promised, his voice lowered an octave with intent and anger.

“No! I don’t want you to get hurt, Dally, please.” You begged through tears, almost like a child.

“Alright then.” Dally soothed, holding you closer. “Dally ain’t goin’ nowhere. Gonna stay right here, yeah?”

You nodded and Dally continued to look at the three brothers, and the brunet boy holding you in his arms didn’t even have to flick an eyelid in signal for them to be out the door, chests huffed and fists clenched, to defend their sister’s honor.

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[heaven-besides-you]

"sTeVe Is JeAlOuS oF sOdA's LoOkS" let steve be confident holy fUCK

[hintons-a]

You shouldn’t be smoking, son. THE OUTSIDERS dir. FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA

[inthe1980s]

80s V. 90s

[chaotically-cas]

Idk if you’re comfortable writing this if not it’s fine I get it, but could you do Dally dating someone who has body dysmorphia?

Yes absolutely!! Im gonna do this non gender specific tho :)

& as someone with such, you are so valid & beautiful & loved!!!

Dally Dating Someone With Body Dysmorphia Headcanons

⚠️ tw ⚠️

When they first started dating Dally thought they were the most confident person in the world

Dally first found out when he walked in on his partner examining their arms in the mirror

“Whatcha doing” Dally said in a low voice completely oblivious to his partners thought process

“Do you think my arms look weird” his partner asked him

At first he was taken aback & really confused but he told them he thought they were beautiful

The next time he realized it might be something bigger was when he was half asleep and felt his partner tracing their fingers along his stomach

“God I wish I was beautiful like you”

“What the hell are you talking about”

Surprised that he had heard them they break down in tears & explain how they feel to them

Dally is shocked because they had always been the embodiment of confidence to him

But he had no issue with going into deep detail with why he loved every single part of them

As much as they never believe him it’s refreshing to hear such kind genuine words

Dally makes sure he tells them how amazing and beautiful they are to him every single day

He makes sure to always check in on their intrusive thoughts

& make sure they aren’t in front of mirrors for long

Dally would love them just the same as he always had

[drjohncarters]

the outsiders boys taking off your makeup

darry

- probably would only do it if you fell asleep wearing it because he knows your skin will be irritated the next day

- confused but gentle for the most part

- there’s a 100% guarantee that he would just leave the fake eyelashes on because he doesn’t even know where to begin taking them off

- would definitely have a concentrated face at first that would turn into a smile because he’s very proud of himself

two-bit

- most likely begged you to let him take it off

- he is so ready to turn this into a comedy show

- rubs your face SO HARD at first but would be more gentle when you told him to

- BUG EYES when you tell him how to peel off the eyelashes i mean he’s just astounded so he takes them off slowly and gets really close to your face while he does it to watch

- insists on taking off your eyelashes everyday after that

dally

- you’d be too tired to take it off so you ask him to do it for you

- would say “do it yourself lazy bum” the first time you ask but when you asked again he’d do it for you (and secretly be excited about it) ((because i definitely think his love language is acts of service))

- hes surprisingly careful and gets the hang of it pretty quick and would purposefully go slow just to be close to you

- complains throughout but is also very proud of himself the whole time

- just keeps wiping your face even after hes all done because he can see how it’s helping you fall asleep (and he thinks you look so adorable)

johnny

- at first he was just watching you do it, so you asked if he wanted to help and of course he said yes because he’s a SUCKER for sappy stuff like this (awh)

- very hesitant before doing anything so he kind of waits for you to guide his hand through the motion and then he does it on his own

- will ask if he’s doing it right

- takes longer than he should but he just wants to do a good job

- the comfortable silence is so peaceful and you can just feel the purity of your love for eachother in the air

ponyboy

- you’d both just finished a movie that made you (and pony) cry a little bit, so your makeup started to run and he brought you into the bathroom

- he would just run some paper towels under the sink and gently rub under your eyes to get the mascara away

- after that he’d ask if you just wanted to take all of the makeup off, and when you said yes he’d silently wipe the rest of it off without you having to ask him to

- the whole thing was very intimate and lovey

- pulled you into a hug afterwards and was secretly SO proud of how good a boyfriend he was being

sodapop

- you’d show up to the curtis house all cheery, but it’d been raining so your hair was all wet and your mascara was a little bit of a mess

- but he thought it was so cute omg especially with your bright happy smile you just looked really pretty

- so at first he just licks the pads of his thumbs and tries to wipe under your eyes but you playfully shoo him away saying how you don’t want his germy spit on your face

- you’re both laughing (it’s so adorable) and he takes you to his room where you let him wipe the makeup away with a damp washcloth

- he’s definitely careful and puts his hands on both sides of your face when he’s done, looking at you like he just painted a perfect art piece

[ponyboylookinass]

Soda: Well I guess you can ditch your glasses now.

Steve: what

Soda: Cause you have 2020 vision now!

Steve: *takes off glasses* Oh, yeah, you know what I can see.

Soda: What

Steve: bullshit

[ponyboylookinass]

Steve: You know what

Soda: what?

Steve: I really did see the bullshit coming

Soda: *sweet caroline but with gunshots plays*

[steve-randle-appreciation]

I forgot about this account oh dear! I'm sorry if anybody made any requests, I'll get too them as soon as I can!

[genderfluidsodapopcurtis]

Yeah how the bleeding fuck is that supposed to be “as Steve Randle”

[worgengel]

Tuff🌻

[steve-randle-appreciation]

How you meet: Darry Edition

Darry:

You were friends with Steve and Sodapop in highschool. You still went with Steve though, you two went over to the DX one day to hang out with the guys and they wanted you to meet the gang.

When you get there everyone was there, except a guy named Dallas who was recovering from a hangover. 

Pony Boy was Soda's younger brother, Johnny was a tan man but very nice, and Two-Bit was hilarious.

 Soda and Pony had an older brother named Darry who came later he had work. We were all laughing around Soda and Steve kept arm wrestling, somehow Pony interfered with every single one.

Then a truck pulled up and a taller, muscle-y, tanner and older looking version of Soda. This must be Darry.

We all watched Soda and Steve "fight" when you looked up you saw Darry looking at you. 

He gave you a wink, which made you blush and look away.

[rosevapor]

me rereading The Outsiders for the 12675737th time:

[vintagecurtis]

What it’s like being Ponys friend and Steve having a crush on her

requested by @steve-randle-appreciation

•you and pony met at school when assigned to be partners in a school project, then became friends from there

•pony was a lil nervous to introduce you to the gang at first because they can be,, interesting around new people

•but eventually he did

•they asked you a lot of questions at first but eventually order was called and you were formally introduced to them

•everyone was pretty cool with you

•once the introduction was all over they returned to the normal shenanigans and you thought that only pony would stick with you due to how close everyone else was

•but nOpe steve stayed with you and further introduced himself, telling you where he worked and even bragged a little on how he was so good with cars

•you smile at him and his confidence fades and he starts stuttering, but is still going on

•ponyboy is very confused but doesn’t interrupt

•the next day after school you drive down to the DX claiming there’s a problem with your car

•Steve goes to work on it but as soon as he sees it’s you he gets a bit flustered but brushes it off

•He’s a mess the entire time

•he keeps tripping and hitting his head on things and he’ll keep glancing over at you and then something like that will happen

•when he’s done he’s very embarrassed but tries to ignore it

•you tip him a bit extra despite being a Fool the entire time, and also slip in a small piece of paper with your number on it, and he calls you later on and you talk all night

•you tell pony about it and he’s laughs but helps you with what to do

[steve-randle-appreciation]

hi!! can i get a ship? i’m 5’6”-ish, with brown hair cut in a bob, and brownish yellow eyes!! i’m also cuban-american!! i’m definitely a dog person, and i’m super friendly!! i can be rlly sarcastic but it’s just my sense of humor tbh. i act, draw, write (a lot), and like to sleep. i can be really scatterbrained, too. i like to take care of other people but i’m also a big baby so i need a lot of affection and attention sdjdj lmao!! thank you so much babes