#darrell curtis x reader

[kaylicita]

Ponyboy Curtis.. with a crush?

synopsis: a collection of headcanons on how dearest Ponyboy would be when he has a crush on you!

warnings: none!

a/n: first posted work kinda nervy... i had no idea what to write about but pony is my fav character oat so yk i had to start my page with the absolute goat. on that note tho pls send in requests ik im new but like ya girl wants to write BAD

જ⁀➴ Pre-dating, you would most likely meet at school. He would initially find interest in you because he believed you stood out from the others. Whether you were a new student, raised your hand for a question when nobody else did, or turned your test in just a little faster than the rest, he would notice. Ponyboy is an observer, and he would notice the little things you did before anyone else.

જ⁀➴ Ponyboy finds interest in people who are different, but in quality ways. He would like those who weren’t exactly quiet, but were never a huge disturbance. Although he is used to loud environments being around the gang, it is also the reason why he finds quiet moments to be so meaningful.

જ⁀➴ Therefore, being with someone who he could share laughs with and go to the movie house together would also be the same person who he could sit in silence and watch the sunset or stargaze with while having a deep conversation. As much as he likes loud and exciting moments, he finds comfort and solace in the idea that he can be vulnerable, too!

જ⁀➴ He doesn’t care much about looks at all. Of course, being conventionally attractive would be a huge bonus, but it isn’t something he prioritizes in a partner (which is most likely a huge part of the reason he never found much interest in girls! He never really was given the opportunity to speak to someone on a deeper level other than Soda or Johnny until Cherry).

જ⁀➴ Pony looks out for personality the most. He would love someone who is understanding and kind, but also someone who is strong-spirited and can stand up for themselves when needed. 

જ⁀➴ Does everything in his power to prevent the gang from finding out that he likes you. He knows that if they find out it's just going to become a teasing mess. He also doesn't want anyone to make you uncomfortable, especially his own friends, so he tries his best to keep the both of you separate until you actually begin dating.

જ⁀➴ Expect lots of awkward staring or side glances when he has a crush. When he likes someone, he’s all for them 100% (he learned from the best, SODA), and one of the only ways he can really release how much he likes you is by.. Looking. But he has completely pure intentions, so it’s never in a weird way!

જ⁀➴ Another way he would express how he likes you is through writing! He would write countless poems about you.. you’re basically his muse. He would write about you any chance he gets, whether it's by making you a character in a narrative assignment or doing icebreakers about how his summer break went.

જ⁀➴ If you two magically ended up being partners for a project and he needed to write both your names down on a poster board, he would "accidentally" almost write your first name with his last name. He managed to erase it before you got the chance to notice, though.

જ⁀➴ He would also draw you in the corners of his worksheets whenever he felt unmotivated. If he doesn't feel like doing something, he'll reframe it as a way to impress you (ex. if he felt like procrastinating his math homework till later instead of a few days before its due, he would end up thinking about a scenario where you asked him how to solve a problem and he would be able to look cool and help you since he already finished it), and all of sudden he has energy to do everything.. huh.

જ⁀➴ Lives, breathes, and thrives off of accidental touches. The hallway is a little more crowded than usual and you brush shoulders? He's losing it internally. In the lunch line and you both reach for the same thing at the same time so your fingers accidentally brush? He replays it for the rest of the day. Especially if there's a little giggle and a "Sorry, Ponyboy!" from you? Yeah, the sound of your voice has lived rent free in his head all week, and it doesn't make it any better that he sees you Monday through Friday at school every week.

જ⁀➴ Would absolutely 110% consider writing love letters to you, but would bail out once they were already finished before sending them either out of embarrassment or nerves (probably both). He's a little insecure and hates being picked on, so he wouldn't want to put himself in a spot to be laughed at because he was rejected or did something sappy for his crush. However, if he did manage to send a letter (after decades of hyping himself up), he probably wouldn't even put his name on it, playing into the secret admirer trope.

જ⁀➴ Considering this, don’t be surprised if you just so happened to find out about his completely-obvious-but-top-secret feelings for you through his works. Either he would ask you out through a letter (gaining the confidence to put his name on it), or you would find one of his pieces before he got the chance. He would be a nervous mess in either situation, mostly expecting a pitiful "i don't feel the same way," but who would ever reject him?

જ⁀➴ At the end of the day, Ponyboy would like you for you, even the parts that you may not have noticed about yourself. He may not be the loudest about his feelings or the most affectionate of the bunch, but his feelings are still soso present. But because of this, you know that there is hardly anything anyone could do to deter the way he feels about you.

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[staygolden-and-chaotic]

The outsiders boys with a waitress reader🫶🏻

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Darrell Curtis

Darry first meets you at the diner when he’s out grabbing a quick bite after a long shift at the roofing job. He’s exhausted, but the moment you walk up to his table with a warm smile and a cup of coffee, he feels his stress melt away just a little.

You’re the kind of waitress who knows how to brighten someone’s day quick with a joke, attentive without being overbearing, and always making sure Darry’s coffee cup stays full. At first, he thinks you’re just being polite, but when you start asking about his day and remembering his regular order, he starts to wonder if you might be doing it just for him.

He’d definitely take his time working up the nerve to flirt with you. Darry’s not as smooth as Soda or Pony might tease him to be, so his compliments are a bit shy and awkward. “You, uh, work a lot, don’t you? Must take a lot of patience to deal with everyone here all day.” When you laugh and say you don’t mind it, he relaxes a little, but his ears turn red when you tease him right back.

The boys at home notice Darry making more “diner runs” than usual. Soda gives him a hard time, saying he’s not fooling anyone. “Admit it, Darry, you’re not going for the coffee.” Darry grumbles and tells Soda to drop it, but everyone knows exactly why he’s suddenly craving burgers so often.

When he finally asks you out, it’s the most endearing thing. He tries to catch you on a slow night at the diner, waiting until your shift is about to end. “I, uh, was wondering if you’d maybe want to get some coffee sometime… not here, though. Somewhere nice.” His voice is a little rough with nerves, but the hopeful look in his eyes is impossible to say no to.

Once you start dating, Darry becomes your biggest cheerleader. He knows how hard you work and is constantly in awe of how you juggle everything so gracefully. He makes a point to stop by the diner after work just to see you, always leaving a generous tip even if you insist it’s not necessary.

On days when your shifts are particularly tough, Darry surprises you by cooking dinner at his place (which the boys usually devour, but he always saves a plate for you). He’s not great with words, but his actions speak volumes—he’ll rub your sore shoulders, listen to you vent about rude customers, and tell you how much he admires your dedication.

Darry’s naturally protective, and it shows when he sees anyone giving you a hard time at work. If a customer is rude or steps out of line, he won’t make a scene, but the sharp look he gives them is enough to send them packing.

Over time, you become a part of the Curtis family dynamic, much to Soda and Ponyboy’s delight. They tease Darry about being smitten with you, but they genuinely adore having you around. You fit into their world so perfectly that it feels like you were meant to be there all along.

Sodapop Curtis

The first time Sodapop walks into the diner, you’re immediately struck by his charm. He’s all bright smiles, golden hair, and warm energy that lights up the whole place. He’s the kind of guy who calls you “ma’am” with a wink when he orders a milkshake, and you can’t help but blush even though he’s being playful.

Soda’s a regular almost instantly. It’s not because of the food (though he’ll claim it’s the “best in town” just to make you smile). He loves sitting at the counter, chatting with you between your other tables. You notice how he has a knack for making everyone in the diner laugh, even the crankiest of customers.

He flirts with you constantly but in the sweetest way. He’ll ask for extra napkins, and when you bring them over, he grins and says, “Thanks, doll. You’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” When you roll your eyes, he just laughs that carefree Soda laugh, and suddenly, you’re looking forward to his visits.

One day, when he sees how tired you are, he doesn’t hesitate to jump in and help. Soda grabs a tray and starts bussing tables, much to your embarrassment. “What? I’m just lending a hand,” he says with a cheeky grin. The other customers love it, but your boss is less amused. “If I get fired, you’re paying my bills, Curtis!” you tease, but you can’t stay mad when he promises to make it up to you.

It doesn’t take long for him to ask you out. Soda’s not the type to beat around the bush. One evening, as you’re wiping down the counter, he leans over and says, “So, how about we make this official? Dinner, dancing, the whole works? I’ll even let you pick the spot.” He’s so confident yet so genuine that there’s no way you can say no.

Dating Soda feels like an adventure. He’s always coming up with fun dates whether it’s going to drive-ins, walking around the park, or surprising you with spontaneous milkshake runs. He has a way of making the simplest moments feel special.

He’s also incredibly supportive of your job. He’s the guy who brings you lunch during your shifts, insists you sit down for a minute to eat, and leaves little notes tucked into the napkins, like, “You’re doing great, gorgeous.”

Soda can’t stand seeing you upset. If a rude customer gives you a hard time, he’s the first to cheer you up. He’ll pull goofy faces, crack jokes, and promise to take you out after work so you can forget all about it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back, darlin’. Always.”

He’s so proud of you and tells everyone how hard you work. The gang hears all about you at home, and Darry has to remind Soda to give you some space. “She’s busy, Soda, you can’t live at the diner.” But Ponyboy secretly thinks it’s cute how smitten Soda is.

When you’re overwhelmed, Soda knows exactly what to do to help you unwind. He’ll show up at your place with flowers and your favorite candy or drag you out to dance under the stars because “life’s too short not to have a little fun.”

You quickly become a part of Soda’s world, and the Curtis house starts to feel like home. Soda is always telling you how much he adores you, how you’re the “sweetest thing to ever happen to me,” and how he can’t wait to see what the future holds.

Ponyboy Curtis

Ponyboy first notices you at the diner during one of his solo study sessions. He likes the quiet corner booth, away from the chaos, where he can read or write in peace. But then you show up, all warm smiles and a soft voice as you ask if he needs anything, and suddenly, his focus is completely shot.

You’re kind and patient with him, even when he stumbles over his words while ordering. He’s not used to being around someone so effortlessly sweet, and it flusters him. But he’s also a little intrigued when he notices you sneaking glances at the book he brought with him.

Over time, Ponyboy becomes a regular at the diner not because he’s particularly hungry, but because he loves seeing you. He’ll sit in your section every time, and you always make a point to chat with him for a few moments, asking about his books or his day.

The two of you bond over a shared love of literature. One day, he shyly offers you a recommendation: “You should read Gone with the Wind. It’s… uh, it’s one of my favorites.” You take his advice, and the next time you see him, you let him know what you thought. Pony’s practically glowing when you gush about it, thrilled that someone finally gets his love for stories.

Pony isn’t the boldest when it comes to flirting, so he shows his feelings in subtle ways. He would tell Dallas to lay off or scribble a quick “thanks for the great service!” on a napkin, hoping you’ll notice. When he finally works up the nerve to ask you out, it’s adorably awkward. “I, um… I was wondering if maybe you’d want go check out this movie or something?” His cheeks turn bright red, but his earnestness makes it impossible for you to say no.

Dating Ponyboy is sweet and innocent, full of quiet moments and deep conversations. He loves taking you to places that inspire him, like the park or the movies, and he’s always eager to share his thoughts and hear yours.

He’s incredibly thoughtful, often bringing you little gifts like a pressed flower he found on a walk or a poem he wrote about how much you mean to him. He never expects anything in return, he just loves making you smile.

Ponyboy’s protective side comes out when he sees anyone being rude to you at the diner. He’s not one for confrontation, but he’ll give a disapproving look or step in if things escalate. “She doesn’t deserve that,” he’ll say firmly, standing his ground.

When you have a tough shift, Ponyboy is the first to notice. He’ll offer to walk you home, carrying your bag and listening as you vent. “You don’t have to keep it all bottled up,” he’ll remind you softly. “I’m here for you.”

The Curtis brothers adore you, and Soda can’t help but tease Ponyboy about how smitten he is. “Man, you’re practically floating every time you get back from the diner,” Soda jokes, but Pony doesn’t mind. He knows he’s lucky to have you.

Being with Ponyboy feels like finding a safe haven. He’s gentle, genuine, and so full of love, and he makes sure you know how special you are to him every single day.

Johnny Cade

Johnny first meets you when he stumbles into the diner late at night, looking for a place to escape the cold. He’s hesitant and nervous, sitting in the corner booth where he can avoid drawing attention. You notice how out of place he seems, so you greet him kindly, making sure to give him the warmest smile you can.

He’s shy at first, barely meeting your gaze when you ask what he wants. “Just a water,” he mutters quietly. But you can tell he hasn’t eaten much, so you bring him a plate of fries “on the house,” claiming there was an extra order. He thanks you so softly you almost don’t hear it, but the look of gratitude in his eyes stays with you.

After that, Johnny becomes a regular. He doesn’t talk much at first, but he always sits in your section. You’re patient with him, never pushing for conversation, and he starts to relax around you. Over time, you notice he opens up little by little, sharing small pieces of himself like how he loves the quiet of late nights or how he’s been reading more lately.

You quickly realize how kindhearted Johnny is. He always says “please” and “thank you,” even when he’s struggling. If he sees you having a rough shift, he’ll try to help in his own quiet way picking up a fallen napkin or murmuring, “You’re doing a good job.” It’s small, but it warms your heart.

It takes a lot for Johnny to work up the courage to ask you out. He’s convinced you’re way out of his league, but after a pep talk from Ponyboy and twobit, he finally gives it a shot. One night, as you’re refilling his coffee, he shyly stammers, “Would… would you want to maybe go to the park with me sometime? Or the drive in? I mean, only if you’re not busy…” His voice is so soft you almost miss it, but when you say yes, his whole face lights up.

Dating Johnny is sweet and understated. He’s not flashy or loud, but he shows his love in thoughtful ways. He’ll bring you little trinkets he finds like a smooth stone or a pretty leaf he thought you’d like or offer to walk you home after a late shift, even if it’s out of his way.

Johnny’s incredibly protective of you. He may not be the biggest or toughest, but if someone’s rude to you at the diner, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. “Hey, she doesn’t want any problems” he’ll say firmly, his voice steady despite his nerves.

Even when his buddy Dallas try’s coming to see who has his heart. Johnny is brave if enough to let him know she’s off limits and not to give her a hard time.

He’s a great listener. After a long day, you know you can vent to Johnny, and he’ll give you his full attention, nodding along and offering quiet words of support. “You’re the hardest-working person I know,” he tells you one night, his voice filled with admiration.

The gang teases Johnny when they find out about you, but they’re genuinely happy to see him so content. Ponyboy, especially, loves watching Johnny smile more, and Dallas always tries to hype him up by saying, “Johnnycakes landed the prettiest girl in town!”

You help Johnny see his worth. You remind him that he’s kind, loyal, and so much stronger than he thinks. Over time, he becomes more confident, knowing he has someone in his corner who truly believes in him.

Being with Johnny is like finding a quiet moment of peace in a chaotic world. He’s gentle, loving, and endlessly devoted, and he makes you feel cherished in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Dallas Winston

Dallas first meets you when he saunters into the diner late at night, cigarette dangling from his lips and that infamous smirk on his face. He doesn’t bother looking at the menu, just leans back in the booth and orders, “Coffee. Black. And make it strong.” When you snipe back that he could use some manners, he’s instantly intrigued.

Dally loves to flirt shamelessly with you, even from the very first meeting. “You got a name, sweetheart, or should I just call you gorgeous?” he quips with a wink. You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips, and he catches it immediately. “Ah, there it is. I knew I’d crack you.”

He starts showing up more often, always sitting in your section and making sure to get your attention. Whether it’s a cocky comment, a teasing remark, or something surprisingly sweet, Dally loves seeing you flustered. He’s a master at pushing your buttons just enough to make you laugh.

Dally’s bold when it comes to asking you out. One night, after you finish your shift, he’s leaning against the diner’s doorframe, waiting for you. “Let me take you out, doll. I promise, you won’t regret it.” His confidence is impossible to ignore, and while you know he’s trouble, there’s something about him you can’t resist.

Dating Dally is nothing short of an adventure. He’s spontaneous and unpredictable, always dragging you along for some wild escapade. Midnight drives, sneaking into movies, and trips to other towns become the norm. Life with Dally is fast paced, but he always makes sure you’re having the time of your life.

Despite his tough guy exterior, Dally has a soft spot for you. He’d never admit it out loud, but he genuinely cares about your well being. If you’re working too hard or looking exhausted, he’ll tell you to sit down and let him handle things even if that just means stealing a plate of fries from the kitchen to cheer you up.

Dally is fiercely protective of you. If anyone gives you a hard time at the diner, he’s quick to step in, no matter how messy things might get. “You got a problem with her? Then you got a problem with me,” he growls, his icy glare enough to send anyone running.

He loves showing you off to the gang, bragging about how lucky he is to have you. “Ain’t she something?” he’ll say, throwing an arm around you as if daring anyone to disagree. The guys tease him relentlessly for how soft he gets around you, but he doesn’t care.

He’s the type of guy who is going to give you a hard time. He’ll smack your butt when you walk by, pull you into the seat while he gives you your order, leans over the counter and gropes you when making coffee. If anyone else tried that? They’d be better off dead.

Dally’s softer side really shines when the two of you are alone. He’ll tell you things he’s never told anyone, like how he grew up in New York or how much he never misses his old friends because of the way they where. He trusts you in a way he doesn’t trust anyone else, and that vulnerability only deepens your bond.

He’s not great with words, but Dally shows his love through his actions. Whether it’s leaving you little notes, sneaking you out for a surprise date, or showing up at the diner just to see your smile, he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Being with Dally isn’t always easy he’s stubborn, hot-headed, and reckless but he loves you with everything he’s got. You bring out the best in him, reminding him that he’s capable of being more than just a troublemaker. With you, he feels like he’s finally found something worth holding onto.

Steve Randle

Steve first notices you during one of his lunch breaks when he and Soda drop by the diner for burgers and milkshakes. You’re their waitress, and when you ask for their order, Steve immediately starts with the smooth talking: “I’ll take whatever you recommend, doll. As long as it comes with a smile like that.” Soda groans at how cheesy Steve is, but you smirk, firing back just as playfully. Steve’s instantly hooked.

He becomes a regular almost overnight, dragging Soda along just to have an excuse to see you. Every time you show up at their table, Steve’s quick with a joke or a compliment. “You must get tired of running around here all day, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while with the best tip you’ve ever seen.” Soda, of course, rolls his eyes every time.

Steve is confident, but you know how to keep him on his toes. When he teases you, you tease him right back, and he loves it. He’s used to being the one in control, but something about the way you laugh at his antics makes him stumble over his words just a little.

He flirts so much that Soda bets he’ll never actually work up the nerve to ask you out. Steve takes it as a challenge, and one night, when you’re wiping down their table, he casually leans forward and says, “So, what time do you get off work? I figure you’ve been serving me burgers all week it’s about time I take you out for one.”

Dating Steve is a whirlwind of fun and excitement. He’s always looking for ways to make you laugh, whether it’s cracking jokes, pulling goofy faces, or challenging you to silly bets. He swears he’ll win every time, but somehow you always manage to come out on top.

Steve’s naturally competitive, so he loves finding little games to play with you. Whether it’s seeing who can finish their milkshake first or racing you down the street, he thrives on that playful energy you bring out in him.

He’s also a total gearhead, so expect a lot of dates involving cars. He’ll take you for joyrides in the shop’s best rebuilds or teach you how to work on an engine. “You’re not just a pretty face, you know,” he’ll say, handing you a wrench with a wink. “Bet you’ll be fixing cars better than me in no time.”

Steve is the type of boyfriend who would wanna make out session in the car he is working on. Sometimes when a client comes back for their car they see you on his lap with a heated make out session.

The Curtis gang absolutely loves having you around. You and Soda gang up on Steve constantly, teasing him about his wild ideas or his overconfidence. He pretends to hate it, but secretly, he loves seeing you get along so well with his best friend.

Steve almost punched Ponyboy because he was looking at you for more than 0.001 seconds.

Steve’s not just fun and games, though. When you have a bad day, he’s there to cheer you up, offering to take you out or just listen while you vent. He’s surprisingly good at knowing when to joke and when to just be there for you. “Hey, you don’t gotta do it all alone, alright? I’m here.”

He shows his love through grand gestures and small, thoughtful moments. He’ll leave little notes under your car windshield, show up with your favorite snack after work, or surprise you with a night out at the drive-in. Steve has a way of making every day feel like an adventure.

He always makes sure your car is up to date. When you’re at work, he won’t even ask you. He would just take your car for an oil change.

With Steve, life is never boring. He keeps you laughing, challenges you to be your best, and makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

Two-bit Mathews

Two-Bit meets you when he and the gang come into the diner for some burgers after a long day. He spots you right away, and before you even make it to their table, he’s already cracking jokes. “Well, would ya look at that? The prettiest girl in town is serving us tonight. Lucky us, huh, boys?” You laugh, but the gang groans this is classic Two-Bit.

He’s immediately smitten and starts finding any excuse to keep you at the table longer. “Now, what’s the best thing on the menu? And don’t just say everything you gotta be honest with me, sweetheart.” He’ll keep the banter going until you’re smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

Two-Bit becomes a regular at the diner, showing up at all hours just to see you. Sometimes he brings the gang, but more often than not, it’s just him, sitting at the counter with his trademark grin. “Don’t tell me you’re happy to see me, doll I might get a big head.”

He loves to tease you, but it’s never mean spirited. If you’re having a bad day, he can tell right away, and his jokes get even sillier just to cheer you up. “What do you call a waitress who’s also a ray of sunshine? You. You call her you.” His goofy humor is impossible to resist, and you find yourself laughing even when you don’t want to.

Two-Bit finally works up the nerve to ask you out after weeks of flirting. He does it in the most Two-Bit way possible, sliding a napkin across the counter with a messy scrawl: “How about dinner with me? I promise to keep the jokes to a minimum. (Maybe.) Yes or no?” You circle yes and watch him nearly fall off his stool in excitement.

Dating Two-Bit is a nonstop laugh fest. He takes you to the movies, sneaks you into drive ins, and always has some wild scheme to keep things interesting. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Stick with me, and you’ll never have a dull day.”

He loves spoiling you in his own way. It might not be fancy, but it’s always thoughtful like showing up at the diner with your favorite candy or winning you a stuffed animal at the arcade. He’s the kind of guy who’ll go out of his way to make you feel special.

Two-Bit is fiercely loyal and protective. If anyone gives you trouble at ALL, he’s quick to step in with his signature charm (and maybe a little intimidation if necessary). “Hey, pal, you got a problem? ‘Cause I got about a hundred reasons why you should walk away right now.”

The gang adores you, mostly because Two-Bit can’t stop talking about you. “Did you know she can carry, like, six plates at once? She’s amazing,” he’ll brag, and everyone just rolls their eyes because they’ve heard it a million times.

Two-Bit loves to surprise you with little gifts and notes. He’ll leave things like a comic book he thinks you’d enjoy or a silly doodle of the two of you. One day, you find a note tucked into your apron pocket that says, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to this diner (and me).”

Beneath all the jokes and laughter, Two-Bit is incredibly sweet and caring. He notices the little things about you how you like your coffee, the way you hum when you’re wiping down tables, or how your face lights up when you talk about something you love.

With Two-Bit, life feels like one big adventure. He makes you laugh, reminds you to take things less seriously, and loves you with every bit of his big, goofy heart.

Tim Shepard

Tim first meets you when he stops by the diner late at night after a rumble. He’s nursing a split lip and a bruised jaw, but he’s acting like it’s nothing. You approach his table, not intimidated by the rough exterior. “Rough night?” you ask, and instead of brushing you off, he smirks. “You could say that.”

You’re not the type to shy away from trouble, and Tim likes that about you right away. You bring him coffee without him asking, and when you slide a plate of fries onto the table, you just shrug and say, “You look like you could use it.” That no nonsense attitude intrigues him.

Tim keeps coming back to the diner, always at odd hours. He never says much at first, just orders coffee and watches you work. But over time, he starts to open up, throwing in the occasional comment or teasing remark. He likes how sharp you are you don’t take any of his attitude, and he respects that.

One night, after you catch him eyeing you for the hundredth time, you finally call him out. “You gonna sit there staring all night, or you gonna say something?” He chuckles, leaning back in his seat. “Alright, I’ll bite. What time do you get off? Maybe I’ll take you somewhere better than this dump.”

Dating Tim is intense, but in the best way. He’s not big on grand romantic gestures, but he makes sure you know he’s serious about you. He’ll show up at the diner to walk you home after a late shift, leaning against the wall outside with a cigarette between his fingers, looking like trouble and waiting just for you.

Tim is fiercely protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’s quick to step in. “You got a problem?” he’ll ask, his tone low and dangerous. Most people back off immediately it’s clear he doesn’t mess around.

He’s a man of few words, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll fix things for you without being asked, like the busted lock on your apartment door or the squeaky hinge on your car. “Can’t have you living like that,” he’ll mutter, brushing it off like it’s no big deal.

Tim isn’t one to show his softer side often, but you get glimpses of it when you’re alone together. He’ll let his guard down just enough to tell you about his rough childhood or his loyalty to his gang. “They’re all I’ve got,” he admits one night. “But you… you’re different.”

The Shepard gang takes to you right away. They’re used to tough girls hanging around, but you’re something else entirely strong enough to handle Tim’s intensity but kind enough to balance him out. They tease him about how soft he gets around you, but they’re secretly glad you’re in his life.

Curly secretly has the biggest crush on you. He would never flirt with you or anything but he wishes he would have had you instead. He wouldn’t change it though, even though he hates to admit it his brother really does love you.

Tim doesn’t do traditional romance, but he surprises you with little things that mean a lot. He’ll leave a single flower on your doorstep or show up at the diner with your favorite snack. He’s not great with words, but his actions always make you feel special.

He admires your strength and independence. You work hard, and Tim respects that more than anything. “You don’t let anyone walk all over you,” he says one night, his voice full of admiration. “That’s why I like you. You’re tough, like me.”

Tim’s not the easiest guy to love he’s stubborn, intense, and always ready for.

Curly Shepard

Curly first meets you when he and some of the Shepard gang stop by the diner after causing trouble around town. He’s loud, cocky, and full of energy, tossing out jokes and harassing his friends. When you come over to take their order, he leans back in the booth with a smirk and says, “I’ll take a burger, fries, and your number. What do you say, doll?”

You don’t fall for his charm right away, which only makes him try harder. When you roll your eyes and mutter something about boys like him being all talk, he grins even wider. “Oh, I like you,” he says, completely unbothered. “You got fire. I can work with that.”

Curly becomes a regular at the diner, dragging his friends along even when they complain about it. “C’mon, man, the food’s good, and my favorite waitress is there.” he says, unapologetic. Every time you see him walk in, you prepare yourself for the chaos that follows.

His flirting is relentless but oddly endearing. He’ll scribble ridiculous doodles on napkins and leave them at the table, like a stick-figure version of himself with a speech bubble that says, “Call me.” When you roll your eyes and toss it in the trash, he just laughs.

Despite his cocky exterior, Curly’s got a soft spot for you. If you’re having a bad day, he notices immediately. “Hey, what’s with the long face?” he’ll ask, his tone unusually sincere. “Who do I gotta rough up to fix it?” You tell him it’s nothing, but he makes it his mission to cheer you up anyway.

Curly doesn’t hesitate to pick fights with anyone who disrespects you. If a customer gives you a hard time, he’s on his feet in seconds, fists clenched and ready. “You better watch your mouth, pal, or you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor.”

When he finally asks you out, it’s not exactly romantic it’s bold and straightforward, just like him. “So, what time do you get off? I figured it’s about time you let me take you out. You know you can’t resist me forever.”

Dating Curly is wild, unpredictable, and full of excitement. He loves taking you on late night adventures, from sneaking into drive ins to racing his friends on backroads. “Hold on, babe,” he’ll say with a grin as he revs up his car. “Let’s see if I can make your heart race.”

Curly will have heated make out sessions in public. He doesn’t care. So you’ll be taking his order and he pulls you down to start making out. If anyone complains, curly gives the the most deadly stare.

Curly shows his affection through actions more than words. He’ll bring you random little gifts, like a candy bar he stole or a flower he picked off someone’s lawn. “I saw it, and it made me think of you,” he’ll say, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

Tim teases Curly relentlessly about you, saying things like, “Didn’t know you had it in you to be sweet, Curly. You getting soft on us?” Curly always snaps back, but you can tell he doesn’t really mind.

Curly is proud to have you by his side and makes sure everyone knows it. He’ll drape an arm around your shoulders in public, shoot glares at anyone who looks at you for too long, and constantly call you “his girl.”

Beneath all his bravado, Curly has a vulnerable side that he only shows you. When he talks about his rough upbringing or his struggles with living in his brother’s shadow, you see a depth to him that most people don’t get to witness.

He’s fiercely loyal and would do anything to protect you. If anyone hurts or upsets you, it’s not a question of if Curly will get even it’s when. He takes care of his own, and you’re no exception.

Being with Curly is a wild ride, but it’s never boring. He keeps you on your toes, makes you laugh with his ridiculous antics, and loves you with the kind of reckless intensity that only a Shepard could.

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Headcaon—Darry leaves love notes for his wife everywhere which she loves and the gang loves to find them before she does and make fun of Darry (i didn't go over this)

(Name) sighed as she looked towards the ceiling, yesterday she had married the love of her life, and last night they enjoyed the only night of their honeymoon. They didn't have enough money to go anywhere, so Darry had decided to make that up to her by making the next few extra romantic. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, as her new husband walked in and smiled at her, "Morning love," Darry said earning a smile from (Name). "Hey dar, you boys already up...?" She asked as he sat down beside her and hugged her, he shook his head no.

He let her go from their hug and she noticed something in his shirt pocket, "What's this?" She said picking the paper up and unfolding it and she read it to herself before looking up and bringing him into another hug. That was the day the letters started and now it was 5 months into their marriage and here they were getting picked on for loving each other.

"Darry, do you kick your feet when you write these?!" Two-bit laughed out of breath before continuing "My LoVe...!" He teased. Darry rolled his eyes as the rest of his friends let out giggles, "Well, I think it's sweet," (Name) said. "Darrell where is my note, I've known you longer!" Two-bit said putting his hand on his chest offended making Steve laugh so hard he fell off the couch taking soda down with him. "Psffffff!!" Ponyboy laughed as Darry walked away from the laughing crowd but Two-bit followed him. Two-bit started making kissing sounds at Darry all morning till it was time for their regular game of football.

Darry, Soda, and Two-Bit were a team, and Dally, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Steve were a team but that quickly ended when Darry spent most of his time chasing Two-Bit. "Should we help him?" (Name) asked looking towards the boys who now sat beside and around her on the porch as they watched Two-bit and Darry run back and forth. "Nah, it's just getting good," Dally said, "Throw a stick at 'em two!" Dally said before laughing. "Yeah, he's fine! 5 cents he doesn't make it out of this alive," Steve said. Ponyboy smiled, "You're on!" Ponyboy said as Johnny walked into the yard and Two-Bit hid behind him.

"Johnny move."

"Johnny don't move."

"Johnny sweetie you want some chocolate cake? I saved you a piece!" (Name) said, Johnny nodded and ran up to the porch. "THERE WAS MORE?!" Steve asked looking betrayed as (Name) giggled as she took Johnny inside for cake and Steve asked for a piece.

I have a fic coming out soon for Diana Thompson x Darrell but don't hold your breath lol

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

If the greasers had a group chat pt 2 👀💅🏻

Group Chat Name: “Greaser Shenanigans”

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Dally: Y’all are lame. Ain’t nobody tougher than me.

Y/N: 🤡 Tougher? Dally, I’ve seen you run from cops faster than Curly after shoplifting.

Curly: HEY. I don’t run. I strategically retreat. Big difference.

Tim: 🤦🏻‍♂️ Curly, you’ve “strategically retreated” straight into the back of a cop car. Twice.

Johnny: Can we all just not fight for like five minutes?

Ponyboy: Good luck with that.

Sodapop: Yeah, Curly and Y/N argue like an old married couple.

Curly: Take that back before I rearrange your face, Soda.

Y/N: He’s not wrong, though. You couldn’t handle me even if you tried.

Dally: 🫢 She’s got you there, Curly.

Curly: Shut up, Dally, before I remind everyone about that time you cried over a kitten.

Dally: 😡 That kitten scratched my face, okay?! I wasn’t crying i was anger.

Two-Bit: Still softer than a teddy bear. Cough.

Steve: Y’all are embarrassing. Real greasers don’t have time for this nonsense.

Y/N: Steve, last week you cried because your car wouldn’t start. Real greaser energy right there.

Ponyboy: Can we go one day without someone roasting someone else?

Tim: Nope. That’s the law of the streets. Survival of the toughest.

Johnny: …I just wanted to say hi.

Sodapop: Hey, Johnny! Ignore the crazies. You’re the only normal one here.

Two-Bit: Speak for yourself, Soda. I’m the life of this group. 🎉

Y/N: Life of the group, my ass. You’re the reason we all nearly got banned from the drive-in last week.

Two-Bit: That was a team effort, thank you very much.

Dally: Speak for yourself. I don’t get banned I get escorted out like a VIP.

Curly: More like “escorted out in cuffs.”

Y/N: Sounds familiar, doesn’t it, Curly?

Ponyboy: Can someone add Darry to this chat? He’ll keep everyone in line.

Sodapop: Darry doesn’t have time for this. He’s too busy keeping you in line.

Y/N: Pony’s grounded by association just for being in this chat. 😂

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

Group Chat Name: The Greaser Misfits

Y/N : Alright, losers. I made this chat so we can coordinate. Try to keep up.

Two-Bit: Coordinate what? Who’s bringing snacks to my house tonight?

Dally: Snacks? What are you, five?

Two-Bit: Says the guy who cried when he dropped his burger last week.

Dally: I DIDN’T CRY.

Y/N : You were sniffling. I saw it.

Curly: 🤣🤣🤣 Winston got soft over a burger. I’m telling everyone.

Dally: Say that again, Shepard.

Curly: I said it once, I don’t need to repeat myself.

Ponyboy: Do we have to fight every time we talk?

Steve: Yes. It’s literally our brand.

Soda: Can we all just chill? Maybe talk about something normal? Like cars?

Y/N: Boring.

Two-Bit: Lame.

Curly: Nerd.

Tim: Soda’s right. This chat’s a mess.

Y/N: 🍿🥤 Cry about it, Timmy.

Tim: Don’t call me Timmy.

Curly: Yeah, only I can do that.

Darry: Ponyboy, did you do your homework yet?

Ponyboy: Darry! We’re in a group chat. This is not the time.

Johnny: …I did mine.

Y/N: Nobody asked, Johnnycakes.

Dally: Leave Johnny alone, Y/N.

Y/N: Why do you always defend him?

Dally: Because he’s not annoying like you.

Y/N: 😔😔😔

Two-Bit: Hey, what’s everyone’s favorite snack? I’m asking for science.

Steve: You’re asking because you want to eat it.

Two-Bit: And?

Y/N: Slim Jims and chaos.

Curly: Y/N favorite snack is me.

Y/N: 🤢🤢🤢

Dally: Curly, go sit down somewhere.

Curly: Nah, I’m comfy right here, thanks.

Tim: Curly, stop embarrassing the family name.

Curly: 😛

Y/N: curly what does that even mean.

Soda: So is anyone coming to the drive-in tonight?

Dally: Only if Y/N buys me popcorn.

Y/N: I’ll throw it at your face.

Two-Bit: I’ll bring the beer.

Darry: NO.

Two-Bit: Fine, I’ll bring root beer.😉

Ponyboy: We all know what that means.

Johnny: …I’ll just stay home.

Y/N: No way, Johnnycakes. You’re coming. I’ll protect you from the chaos.

Dally: Since when do you protect anyone?

Y/N: I protect your reputation every day, Dal.

Steve: 😂😂😂😂

Two-Bit: You really think we have reputations left to protect?

Tim: You don’t.

Curly: Speak for yourself. I’m a legend.

Y/N: A legend in your own mind.

Ponyboy: I’m leaving this chat.

Darry: You’re grounded if you do.

Two-Bit: *sends a selfie with sunglasses on inside a store * Guess who’s stealing Twinkies?

Darry: TWO-BIT, NO.

Dally: Respect.

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Masterlist ! — ᨳଓ .

fandom: THE OUTSIDERS

𑣲⋆ - fluff ⟡ ݁ - angst ঌ - suggestive

Ponyboy Curtis — ᨳଓ .

𑣲⋆ જ⁀➴ a collection of headcanons on how dearest Ponyboy would be when he has a crush on you!

Sodapop Curtis — ᨳଓ .

Darrell "Darry" Curtis — ᨳଓ .

Johnny Cade — ᨳଓ .

Dallas "Dally" Winston — ᨳଓ .

intro, rules, and masterlist can all be found under the tag "kay's foundation" on my blog!

[kaylicita]

Intro ! — ᨳଓ .

hello hello beauties! although i go by kaylicita, feel free to just call me kay!

im supersuper interested in the outsiders and IT (2017) atm, and have been for such a long time. i love reading the book and watching the movie, but most of all, i love seeing all of the media that is presented by this wonderful community of people on all platforms! because of this, i have decided to put both my writing and understanding of the characters to the test by adding my own contributions to the fandom! as of now, i will only be writing for the outsiders, but feel free to talk anything about other interests, too!

although this blog will likely tremendously expand into more than just one of my interests, i would love to start off here, combining two of the many things i love the most. i hope to post something new at least once a week, but don't hold me to it, as i am an honorary student first.

as i continue to create and evolve this wonderful blog, i hope many of you can enjoy, read, and even cast your own input, too! feel free to ask any questions or send in any requests <3!

intro, rules, and masterlist can all be found under the tag "kay's foundation" on my blog!

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

You'll never guess who's requesting this cuz you've never met me 😈

Anyways CAN you do maybe the outsiders boys reaction to an albino greaser? It can be any gender and be reader I just wanna know what you think they'd do or say

Sincerely

A greaser named bug

Nice to meet you bug 😏 but ofccccccc I hope you like it bug💗 I’ll also try to make it gender neutral.

Sincerely

Someone who is winging it🫶🏻

Darrell Curtis

Darry first met you at the grocery store when you were struggling to reach a box of cereal on the top shelf. Being the gentleman he is, he stepped in to grab it for you, and that’s where your conversations started. He was instantly intrigued by your unique appearance.

At first, he was nervous about asking you out. Darry’s got that quiet, steady confidence, but something about you threw him off in the best way. Maybe it was the way your pale skin seemed to glow under the store lights or the sharp intelligence in your eyes.

He loved learning more about albinism and made it a priority to understand how to support you. He’s the type of guy who’d read up on the importance of sunglasses, sunscreen, and any health concerns, making sure you’re always protected. He’d carry a pair of your sunglasses in his truck just in case you forgot yours.

The gang noticed how protective he became of you. If they were hanging out in the sun, Darry made sure there was a shady spot for you to sit and wouldn’t hesitate to drag a chair over for you.

Ponyboy, being a little poetic, would occasionally compare you to the moon soft, glowing, and beautiful. You’d always laugh, but Darry would get this proud, quiet smile like, Yeah, that’s mine.

Darry loved running his hands through your hair. He was mesmerized by its silky white strands and would sometimes find himself just brushing it back while you sat beside him. It became one of his favorite ways to relax after work.

He’d often remind you that you’re beautiful, especially if you ever felt self-conscious about standing out. If someone dared to make a rude comment, Darry’s calm demeanor would snap. He wouldn’t cause a scene, but the steel in his voice when he told someone to back off made it clear they’d regret crossing him.

Date nights were always thoughtful but practical. Darry loved taking you to quieter places, like drive-in movies or picnics at the park during sunset when the sunlight wasn’t too harsh. He loved seeing you comfortable and happy.

The boys absolutely adored you. You brought a calmness to the Curtis house that even Darry appreciated. Whenever things got rowdy, you’d just smile and remind Darry to let loose every now and then.

One night, Soda teased Darry by calling him “lovesick” after he caught Darry staring at you while you talked with Ponyboy. Instead of denying it, Darry just grinned and said, “What can I say? There one of a kind.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda first noticed you while working at the DX. You came in to ask for directions, and the way the sunlight hit your pale skin and silvery hair made him freeze mid sentence. He’d always been a charmer, but with you, he couldn’t help but stutter.

He immediately turned on the charm after recovering, offering to help you with more than just directions. “Need your tires checked? Oil changed? A tour guide around town? I’m your guy.”

From that day, you started coming by the DX more often sometimes for gas, sometimes just to chat. Soda would always light up when he saw you pull in, running to your car before Steve even had the chance to look your way.

Soda loved how unique you were, always calling you his “snow angel” or “moonbeam.” He’d joke that you were so stunning, people had to wear sunglasses just to look at you.

He’d constantly find little ways to dote on you. If it was sunny, he’d remind you to put on sunscreen and even apply it for you if you let him. On cloudy days, he’d wrap his arm around you, saying, “Perfect weather for my perfect baby.”

Soda was fiercely protective. If anyone ever stared too long or made a rude comment about your albinism, he’d immediately jump in with his signature mix of charm and sass. “Yeah, they’re gorgeous, ain’t they? You want an autograph or something?”

He’d love showing you off to the gang. When he introduced you to them, he couldn’t stop grinning and kept saying, “aren’t they just the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ponyboy would occasionally ask questions about your albinism, and you’d patiently explain it to him. Soda would listen intently too, wanting to understand everything he could about you.

He loved touching your hair. Whether it was brushing his fingers through it or playing with a strand absentmindedly, he was mesmerized by how soft and silky it was. He’d often joke, “How’d I get lucky enough to date someone straight out of a fairytale?”

Date nights with Soda were always fun and full of energy. He’d take you to the drive in, carnival, or the park for a late night walk when the sun wasn’t an issue. He’d always make you laugh, whether it was through goofy jokes or sneaking extra popcorn into the movies.

Soda would constantly remind you how beautiful you were, especially if you ever felt self conscious about standing out. “You’re one in a million, babe. Nobody else could even come close to you.”

One time, you caught Soda telling Steve, “they’re not just gorgeous, man. They’re everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Steve teased him for being so sappy, but Soda just shrugged with a goofy grin.

One day when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by the stares, soda would wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head, and whisper “Your my moonbeam, babe. Nobody else shines like you do.”

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony first saw you at the library, tucked away in a corner with a book in your lap. He couldn’t help but stare your pale skin and snowy hair seemed almost unreal, like you’d stepped out of a storybook.

You caught him staring, and he quickly looked away, blushing furiously. When you smiled at him, though, it gave him enough courage to strike up a conversation.

He was captivated by how soft spoken and kind you were. You bonded over your shared love of books, and Ponyboy found himself seeking you out every time he went to the library.

Pony was curious about your albinism but was too polite to ask at first. When you brought it up yourself, he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions to understand you better. He admired how confident you were about explaining something so personal.

The first time he complimented you, it was so casual and genuine that it caught you off guard. “Your hair looks just like starlight,” he said while flipping through a book, as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

Pony would write poems about you how your skin glowed in the moonlight or how your unique beauty reminded him of something ethereal. He’d never show them to you unless you stumbled upon one in his notebook, which would make him turn redder than a tomato.

He loved taking you to quiet places where you could talk and relax. His favorite spot was a secluded area by the riverbank where the sunlight wasn’t too harsh, and you could read together.

Pony was fiercely protective in his own quiet way. If anyone made a rude comment or stared too long, he wouldn’t yell or fight, but his sharp, icy glare was enough to make them regret it.

The gang absolutely adored you. They teased Pony about how smitten he was, but they genuinely appreciated the calm and warmth you brought to their rowdy group. Even Dallas, who wasn’t easily impressed, would crack a rare grin when you were around.

Pony loved running his fingers through your hair, fascinated by its silky texture. “It’s like clouds,” he’d murmur, almost in awe.

On tougher days, when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by how much you stood out, Pony would comfort you with his words. “You’re not different in a bad way, y’know? You’re different in the kind of way that makes people remember you. Like a rare flower or a shooting star.”

He’d sometimes read aloud to you, his voice soft and full of emotion. Whether it was poetry, Shakespeare, or something you’d picked, he always managed to make the words sound magical.

One time, Johnny caught Ponyboy staring at you with this dreamy expression, and when he teased him about it, Pony just shrugged and said, “Can you blame me? They’re like the main character in every story I’ve ever loved.”

Johnny Cade

The first time Johnny saw you was at the park. You were sitting alone, sketching in a notebook. He was too shy to approach you at first, but when he saw your drawing, he couldn’t help but compliment it. “That’s real nice,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him with a smile, and Johnny was immediately struck by how unique and beautiful you were. He wasn’t used to talking to girls, especially not ones who looked like they belonged in a painting.

Over time, you and Johnny started spending more time together, often at the park or the lot. You’d draw while he watched, and he’d tell you about his life, feeling comfortable enough to open up in a way he rarely did with anyone else.

He was fascinated by your albinism. When you mentioned it casually one day, he listened intently, his dark eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. “You’re… real different. In a good way,” he said softly, trying not to sound awkward.

Johnny was always gentle and considerate, making sure you were comfortable. If the sun was too bright, he’d offer his jacket to shield you or suggest moving to a shady spot. He’d even remind you to put on sunscreen, though he’d blush while doing it.

He loved your hair and often found himself staring at it, amazed by how soft and light it looked. If you ever let him touch it, he’d do so tentatively, like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

The gang noticed how much happier Johnny seemed when he was around you. They teased him about it, but he didn’t mind too much he was just glad to have someone like you in his life.

You made Johnny feel seen and appreciated in a way he wasn’t used to. He’d always felt like a shadow, but with you, he felt like he mattered.

He’d get protective of you, especially if anyone made rude comments or stared too long. While he wasn’t the type to start fights, he’d stand his ground if he thought someone was being disrespectful.

One of Johnny’s favorite things was watching you draw. He’d sit beside you in quiet awe, occasionally asking about your process or offering ideas. Once, you surprised him by sketching a portrait of him, and he was so touched he couldn’t find the words to thank you.

Johnny wasn’t great with words, but he had his own way of showing how much he cared. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like a pretty rock, a flower, or a book he borrowed from the library.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Johnny would do everything he could to comfort you. “You’re… special,” he’d say quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “Not just ‘cause of how you look. You’re just… you. And that’s more than enough.”

He loved quiet moments with you, like sitting under the stars and talking about your dreams. You’d reassure him that he was more than his tough life, and he’d start to believe it when he saw how much you cared.

One night, when you asked him why he always seemed so amazed by you, he looked at you with soft, honest eyes and said, “’Cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a lot of sunsets.”

Dallas Winston

Dally first noticed you when you walked into Buck’s for a drink. Your pale skin and bright hair stood out in the smoky, dimly lit bar, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Well, ain’t you a sight,” he said, flashing his trademark smirk.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or genuinely interested, but Dally didn’t waste any time making it clear he was intrigued. He’d swagger over, lean against the bar, and say, “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this? Lookin’ for trouble?”

Dally was fascinated by your appearance. He wasn’t used to seeing someone so unique, and he made it a point to tell you just how stunning you were sometimes in the bluntest, most Dally way possible. “You’re somethin’ else, doll. Never seen anyone like you, and I’ve been around.”

He loved the way people’s eyes lingered on you when you were together. It fed his ego to know he had someone as striking as you by his side. If anyone dared to say something rude, though, Dally wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch. “Got somethin’ to say? Didn’t think so.”

Dally was surprisingly attentive when it came to your albinism. He’d tease you about being a “snow angel” or “ghost,” He’d casually hand you his jacket if you forgot to bring something to cover up. “Don’t need you fryin’ out here, babe.”

He wasn’t the type to outright say how much he cared, but his actions spoke louder than words. Whether it was making sure you stayed out of trouble or keeping people from bothering you, Dally always had your back.

He loved your hair. He’d run his fingers through it, tug it gently, or just brush it back while giving you that cocky grin. “Soft as hell,” he’d mutter, almost like he was talking to himself.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally had a soft spot for you. You brought out a gentler side of him that few people ever saw. He’d still act like a rebel, but around you, he’d lower his walls just enough to let you see the real him.

The gang noticed the change in him when you were around. He was still Dally rough, cocky, and wild but they could see how protective he was of you. Even TwoBit joked, “Looks like Dally’s finally gone soft,” earning a glare from him.

Dally loved taking you on reckless adventures. Whether it was sneaking into movies, speeding down empty roads, or getting into places you weren’t supposed to be, he made sure life with him was never boring.

When you felt self-conscious about standing out, Dally wouldn’t sugarcoat his response. “So what if people stare? Let ‘em. They’re just jealous they’ll never look as good as you do, doll.”

He loved showing you off, especially in public. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he’d smirk at anyone who dared to look your way. “Yeah, they’re with me. Got a problem with that?”

On rare, quiet nights, he’d open up to you about his rough life, surprised by how much comfort your presence gave him. He’d never admit it outright, but being with you made him feel like maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

One night, after a particularly wild day, he turned to you with a serious look in his eyes and said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, doll. Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

Steve Randle

Steve first noticed you at the DX when you came in to get your car checked out. He was working under the hood of a car, but when you walked in, he nearly dropped his wrench. “Holy smokes,” he muttered under his breath, barely able to keep his cool.

Unlike Soda, who was always smooth with compliments, Steve’s reaction to you was clumsy. “Uh, you need… uh… gas or somethin’? Wait, no, you’re here for the car. Obviously.” It was awkward but endearing.

He was fascinated by your looks but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Instead of outright saying something, he’d sneak little glances your way, trying to act casual. It was Soda who eventually teased him into actually asking you out.

Steve loved working on your car just so he had an excuse to see you. He’d take extra care to make sure everything was perfect, even throwing in a free tune up here and there. “Gotta keep your ride running smooth, just like you.”

He quickly learned about your albinism when you explained why you always wore sunglasses and avoided the sun. Steve didn’t know much about it but was eager to learn. “So, sunscreen’s, like, a must, huh? Don’t worry I’ll keep some in the car for you.”

He loved showing you off to people, especially when they stared. Wrapping an arm around you, he’d smirk and say, “Yeah, they’re with me. Bet you’ve never seen anyone like them, huh?”

Steve could get hot headed if anyone said something rude about you. He wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands if he thought someone was disrespecting you. “Got somethin’ to say? Say it to me.”

The gang teased Steve endlessly about how much he adored you, but he didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m whipped. So what?” he’d say, shrugging it off with a grin.

Steve loved taking you for rides in his car, especially at night when the sun wasn’t a problem. He’d crank up the radio, roll down the windows, and let you feel the wind in your hair as he drove around town.

He wasn’t great with words, but he’d always find little ways to show how much he cared like fixing things for you, bringing you your favorite snacks, or surprising you with a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Steve wouldn’t let you dwell on it. “Babe, you’re a knockout. People don’t stare ‘cause you’re weird they stare ‘cause they’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as you.”

One time, he caught himself staring at you while you were talking to Ponyboy about books. When you asked what he was looking at, he just smirked and said, “My baby, that’s what. Can’t blame me, can ya?”

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit first saw you at the movies when you were sitting in the row ahead of him. He couldn’t help but lean forward and crack a joke about the film, just to get your attention. When you laughed, he was hooked.

After the movie, he practically ran after you to introduce himself. “So, do I get the honor of knowing the name of the prettiest person in the theater?” he’d ask with his signature grin.

Two-Bit loved teasing you, but it was always playful and never mean-spirited. He’d call you things like “Snowflake” but the way he said it always made you laugh instead of cringe.

He was completely fascinated by your appearance. “You look like you belong on one of those fancy magazine covers,” he’d say with a smirk. “Maybe I should start carrying a camera around just to keep up with you.”

The first time he learned about your albinism, he made a big deal about how cool it was. “Wait, so you’re, like, one in a million? That’s wild. I always knew I had good taste.”

Two-Bit was incredibly protective in his own goofy way. If someone stared at you too long, he’d walk up to them and say, “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” If they kept it up, his tone would shift to something sharper. “You deaf, pal? Move it.”

He loved to joke about how pale you were, but he always followed it up with a compliment. “You’re so bright, you’re putting the sun to shame. No wonder I need sunglasses around you.”

The gang quickly noticed how smitten he was. They’d tease him relentlessly, but he’d just shrug and grin. “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy. Not everyone gets a snow angel for a partner .”

Two-Bit loved taking you on silly adventures, like sneaking into drive ins or pranking random people in the neighborhood. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Let’s make some memories.”

He was surprisingly sweet when it came to taking care of you. He’d always remind you to put on sunscreen or bring sunglasses, even jokingly offering to carry an umbrella for shade. “Gotta keep my snowflake from melting.”

If you ever felt self conscious about your albinism, Two-Bit would immediately shut it down with his humor and charm. “Babe, if everyone else doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, that’s their loss. Guess that means I get you all to myself.”

He loved showing you off in public. “Yep, that’s my mine,” he’d say with a cocky grin whenever someone glanced your way. “Go ahead and look, but don’t touch. They’re taken.”

One time, he surprised you with a snow globe he found at a thrift shop. “Look! It reminded me of you tiny, perfect, and way outta my league.”

Late at night, when the two of you were alone, his goofy side would fade, and he’d get more serious. “You know I’m crazy about you, right? Don’t need to change a thing about yourself, doll. You’re perfect as is.”

Tim Shepard

Tim first saw you hanging around the neighborhood, and while he didn’t usually stop to notice people, you caught his eye immediately. Your pale skin, white hair, and quiet confidence stood out in a world of chaos.

He wasn’t the type to stumble over his words, so he walked right up to you, smirking. “You lost, or do you just like hangin’ out in rough neighborhoods?” When you fired back a sassy response, he knew you were someone he wanted to know better.

Tim was intrigued by your albinism, though he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He’d ask a few questions here and there, always casual, but it was clear he found your uniqueness fascinating.

He loved the way you stood out from everyone else. “You’re not like the other people around here,” he’d say, his voice low and sincere. “And that’s a good thing.”

Tim wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he was fiercely protective of you. If anyone stared too long or made a rude comment, they’d get a cold glare or worse.

Despite his tough exterior, Tim had a soft spot for you. He’d go out of his way to make sure you were safe and comfortable, even if it meant slowing down his usually chaotic lifestyle.

The Shepard gang respected you immediately because of how much Tim cared about you. Nobody dared to mess with you, knowing full well Tim would make them regret it.

Tim wasn’t much for words, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d walk you home after dark, make sure you ate when you were too busy to remember, and even fix things around your house without being asked.

You brought out a softer side of him that few people ever saw. While he was still tough and intimidating to everyone else, with you, he was patient and gentle.

On tough days, when you felt self conscious about standing out, Tim would sit beside you, his hand resting on your knee. “Look, you’re not just different you’re better. They don’t like it? Screw ‘em. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

He wasn’t big on romantic gestures, but he had his moments. Once, he carved your initials into a tree in the lot where his gang hung out, grinning as he showed you. “Figured I’d make it official.”

Tim loved taking you for rides in his car , especially at night when the world felt quiet. He’d let you wrap your arms around him as he sped through the streets, the wind in your hair. “Ain’t nobody out here but us, doll. Feels nice, don’t it?”

Despite his rough and tumble lifestyle, Tim was incredibly careful with you. He made sure you never felt like you had to change who you were to fit into his world. “You’re already perfect,” he’d say, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Curly Shepard

Curly first noticed you at a party when one of his friends pointed you out, saying, “Look at that angel over there.” At first, he rolled his eyes, but when he turned and saw you, his cocky smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting someone who looked so… different and stunning.

He sauntered over to you with that signature swagger, crossing his arms and flashing you a grin. “So, what’s someone like you doin’ at a party like this? Slummin’ it with us hoods?” He meant it as a joke, but he couldn’t help the genuine curiosity in his tone.

Curly was the type to tease you relentlessly, calling you “Snow White” or “Frostbite,” but there was never any malice behind his words. If anything, it was his way of flirting and he loved how flustered you’d get.

He was fascinated by your albinism but didn’t ask a million questions like most people did. Instead, he’d make casual observations, like, “Your hair’s brighter than the streetlights, babe,” or, “You’re the first person I’ve met who can outshine the moon.”

Curly was protective to the extreme. If anyone stared at you too long or said something stupid, he’d immediately step in, cracking his knuckles and smirking dangerously. “ you got 3 seconds to apologize or I’m going to knock your face in’.”

He loved showing you off, especially to his gang. “Yeah, they’re with me,” he’d say proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ain’t they somethin’?”

Curly had no problem stealing things for you. If you mentioned wanting something, he’d show up with it the next day, shrugging nonchalantly when you asked how he got it. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe. Just call it a gift.”

He was always playful, constantly messing with you in the cutest ways. He’d steal your sunglasses, hold them above your head, and laugh as you tried to grab them back. “C’mon, you don’t need these. You’re already too cool.”

If you ever felt self conscious about standing out, Curly would be quick to shut it down. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? They’re just jealous they ain’t half as good lookin’ as you.”

He had a wild side and loved dragging you along on his adventures, whether it was sneaking into drive-ins, racing through town on a stolen bike, or just causing trouble in the neighborhood. “Stick with me, doll. Life’s never boring when you’re rollin’ with Curly Shepard.”

Despite his tough exterior, Curly had a soft side that he only showed to you. When it was just the two of you, he’d let his guard down, resting his head in your lap or holding your hand while you talked about everything and nothing.

He wasn’t great with romantic words, but he’d show his affection through his actions. Whether it was giving you his jacket on a chilly night or showing up to your house at midnight just to see you, he always found a way to remind you how much he cared.

One night, as the two of you sat on the hood of his car, staring at the stars, Curly turned to you and said, “You know, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it.”