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Pregnancy hormones got Dallas's instincts all fucked up and Tim uses the pregnancy as an excuse to bite him without having to talk about it

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this one's for part-time soulmate (full time problem)

ponyboy is 100% pregnant from this encounter and despite not going to be caught for what he'd done, they have to contend with a child on the way. i think that child is either abilene or jenny.

in this au, ponyboy and dallas have been doing a slow dance between each other for years. it's implied, but ponyboy has watched out for dallas a lot longer than what dallas is aware of.

ponyboy saved dallas by taking the shot from the cops. he was clipped in the side and stomach, and dallas always likes touching the scars to make sure ponyboy is still there

they both were with each other, romantically and more, until ponyboy left for glynco. they both didn't want to part—pony though, wanted to go and dallas knew he couldn't tell him no.

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Omaigah where can I start?🫣.

This is a personal project I've been working on since the past year and has passed through many drafts and discarded ideas. Only recently has begun to take shape.

The current state of the story is one where pony got bitten by a mermaid when he was a kid.

My concept of mermaids is divided in three categories at the moment. Idk how to call them, but it's basically the original species (which to me have the uncanny creepy appearance as the mermaids from the 2003 peter pan movie), the half human half fish mermaid we all know (ponyboy falls in this category) and the merpeople's descendants, who are basically humans that inherited the ability to breathe under water but don't shape shift like the second category.

Leaving the tiny word building aside, for now all I have are just scenes between dallas and ponyboy since dallas finds out pony's nature to how they start dating✨.

I have other things in between like pony starring the classic trope where he has to be hidden and keep his secret, how the family dynamic changed from canon and the struggles since protecting him is the priority and two sibling ocs I created to explain the third mermaid category.

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Of course!

Dirty cop Tim is one of the fics I hope to write for hintonchallenge's career week, and it's required a lot of research so far honestly.

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For a second he sees the culprit out of the corner of his eye, Tim Shepard, standing in the threshold with a gaping smile across his neck, orange jumpsuit stained with red that's poured down from the lethal wound.

Ponyboy takes a deep breath as Tim disappears between a blink and the next, his presence heavy over the house. Ponyboy can feel his sharp gaze, almost daring him to come closer. There's a strong tug against the back of his jacket that makes him stumble back a few steps away from the property line.

Two-Bit has frozen in his tracks and is now eyeing the house with a wariness he'd picked up the last time they'd worked a job together; he'd held quite a bit of skepticality about the paranormal all the way up until he had to ditch his position to drag Ponyboy two blocks over while he bled from his ears because his client had lied.

"What is it?" Two-Bit sounds uncharacteristically serious, he's lost all of the playful edge he usually fights to keep. Which isn't a surprise considering he couldn't stop talking about his niece and nephew who lived in this house. Keeping them and their mother safe would be the jokesters top priority.

"I'm gonna have to find somewhere else to stay. Tim's got a grudge that seems to have passed to me." Ponyboy's hand smdarts up to the saint christophers pendant hanging around his neck the same time realization dawns in Two-Bit's eyes.

There's another harsh tug and Ponyboy takes a few more steps back as Tim's residual ghost attempts to deter him again. Two-Bit's eyes darting between the house and Ponyboy with an odd look in his eye and a growing grin.

"Do you need a ride? It's getting late, Socs ain't much of a problem but who knows how many dead hoods will give you trouble these days."

Ponyboy can see the excitement in Two-Bit's body language, he's rocking on his heels and his gaze keeps darting to the front door, he was probably dying to see those kids and his girlfriend after a long day.

"Nah, I can make my own way. I wanted to visit Johnny anyway. You make sure Angela knows her brother is protecting her, won't you?"

Wistful is something Ponyboy had never seen on Two-Bit before, but that's the only way he can describe Two-Bit's smile as he bid goodbyes. "I'll see you tomorrow? At the funeral? We'll get something to eat after."

Ponyboy nods, watching his old friend disappear behind the front door before setting off for Buck's. The old cowboy still owed him and would probably let him stay in Dallas's old room again. The thought doesn't make Ponyboy's chest as tight as it once did, not with the wind at his back and the clattering of rocks and cans that are almost kicked away from him absently.​

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9. "Don't ask me that."

"Really gonna do that shite 'round the kiddies?" Cathal's throat is dry, the words coming out with an unflattering crack, not that anyone in present company would expect otherwise, let alone give a damn.

The acidic smell of stomach bile hangs so thickly in the air that it burns Cathal's tongue with the memory of the taste, the bathroom stuffy and stagnant, the flickering bulb giving off a very quiet buzz and dim light, if the beers he had the day prior weren't still clinging to his mind Cathal wouldn't have noticed.

A pitiful groan answers him at first, followed by the creaking voice of his eldest son; "don't ask me that." The fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old was splayed out across the floor, gangly limbs and too-thin body wrapped around the basin of the toilet like a cheap whore with her last dollar.

Something sick sits in Cathal's gut that feels awfully like the dread that'd come with the sound of his pa's boots after a long day as he shifts forwards, his shoe thumping against what remained of the cabinet door making his son wince, full body tensing for a moment and a small whimper slipping out. One of Tim's arms has jumped up to drape across his eyes and block out the light, Cathal swallows thickly at the pinpricks and bruises tracing up the pale, boney arms, track marks that had been appearing more and more the longer it went unmentioned.

I Couldn't Whisper When you Needed it Shouted. - Cathal au

18. "I shouldn't be in love with you."

"I shouldn't be in love with you." It's not the first time Dallas has heard it, or some variation of it, in his life. Nor is it the first time he's bitten back the snarl that tries to curl onto his face in response.

Sylvia had left Dallas hurting, malicious in the way she'd spat those words like insults, oil off her tongue in the heat of a fight just to feed the flames.

He looks up from the book he'd not been reading, just letting it sit open in front of him to appear busy, there's something real and earnest in Ponyboy's eyes that makes him bite the inside of his lip, big green eyes darting around the shelves nervously, fingers drumming across his own hip as he clearly weighs the rest of his sentence, oblivious of whatever memories he'd dredged up in Dallas in the most endearing way.

When the younger fails to find his words, Dallas instead speaks up, breaking the silence, "Ya tried that new place down on fifth?"

Eyebrows furrow adorably as Ponyboy shakes his head.

"I've got a reservation with an open seat, if you've got time?" Dallas wasn't sure in his invitation until pink crawled up Ponyboy's face and painted his ears bright red, tripping over his words in his rush to agree, a grin bright enough to blind on his freckled face.

Unspecified dalpony au, librarian au?

51. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

"I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking." Curly's voice is low, almost so low Ponyboy has to strain to hear it, despite how close the older boys face was to his own, close enough that his wretched smelling breath hits Ponyboy's skin in hot waves.

His stomach churns like he's going to throw up, and he can't tell if it's from the stench of alcohol he can taste on Curly's breath or that his cautious looks had been taken in the wrong way. He takes a step back, being matched by Curly until his back meets the wall and he nearly stumbles over a stool, swallowing back a yelp as he realizes he'd backed himself out of view of the main room- out of view of Sodapop and Steve.

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"I'd follow you East 'till the sun's falls outta tha sky, if that's where ya were hankering ta go." Dallas doesn't know why he says it, his grip tightening on the leather straps of Gunner's bridle until his knuckles are nearly white.

1) that I may have been misreading the star wars term buir. this is likely because I'm not fluent in any star wars language.

2) shortening your user to puer sounds a lot like the way I say buir in my mind

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I had to go google buir cause I know next to nothing about star wars lmao

Apparently the pronunciation is actually very similar to how Puer is pronounced! Buir is apparently Boo-ear while Puer is Poo-er (or pwer or poo-air depending on preference)