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5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

When they first got together they'd have fights about independence and boundaries a lot that tended to put a strain on their relationship, they weren't as big as Dallas's fights with Sylvia and never came to blows like they did with Tim but it was enough to have them spitting mad and needing space for a few hours, which would only serve to make them more miserable.

After they managed to work out how to coexist and better methods of dealing with any actual fight-worthy issues they never really have any major conflicts. They do bicker a lot about the most minor things though.

Ponyboy brings home a child? Not an issue, Dally has already accepted that it was bound to happen eventually, but god forbid Ponyboy leave his papers and work to clutter the dining table. Dallas will gripe and bemoan the whole time he cleans it up. (though he will clean it up, and help Ponyboy get back to their actual bed because he's definitely got too wrapped up in work and fell asleep at the table or on the couch)

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Ponyboy is very neutral about pet names, he doesn't mind Pony but other names feel weird coming from Dallas. Dallas hates anyone giving him a nickname, aside from Dally, except for Ponyboy, he's the only one who gets away with it. And Ponyboy 100% abuses this fact. He calls him every name that he can come up with, and Dallas responds every time. Pony's favorites slip out the most when he's distracted, Hun, Honey, Love, and Dals. (Though Dallas loves when Pony calls him a good boy)

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

They engage in free, mindless affection a lot. Things they don't really put thought into, like; brushing their arms against each other, grabbing each otherrs hands, fiddling with their fingers, an arm over the shoulder, an occasional kiss on any available skin (shoulders, cheeks, hands, etc) if in good company. Otherwise they only go out of their way to commit to PDA when trying to make a point or when in good company. (Kissing each other silly when someone is trying to flirt with them, Pony sitting in Dally's lap around friends, etc)

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

last crusade or raiders for indiana jones?

TWTTIN or TO?

TO 100%,

Bryon is such a terrible pov to follow and as much as I adore getting to see more of the Shepards nothing will top getting to meet Dally.

I actually had to make this decision when I moved out of my parents place lmao, was in a rush to get out before anyone realized what was happening and had to leave a lot of stuff behind, grabbed two books to bring with me and one of them was TO.

Last Crusade or Raiders?

Oof, probably Raiders honestly.

Indy's relationship with his dad pisses me off, specifically against his dad, like I get that he's from a different time but show some love to your son damnit. I really wanted Indy to just not go save him. Like I appreciate what it says about Indy's character that he did go save him and that he loves his dad, but I want to go find a fic where he doesn't save him lmao.

Raiders is great, it was a good introduction to the series, Marion was wonderful, even if she later fell into the "helpless woman yelling for man to do something" trope, I appreciate how independant she was until then

These are also from different aus :p

I didn't have anything for guarantee! (Probably cause I can never spell it right lmfao)

Guard

"Contraband!" Brumbly shouts, a nasty smirk on his face as the guards jump to attention.

RJ was deathly afraid of being alone, they never talked about it but they could see it in the way his hands shook when he lost sight of them in a crowd, or when his roommate was cut loose and they'd wake up with him in the corner; following them like a shadow, or the way his eyes went manic at the idea of going back into solitary.

Ponyboy had a decison to make and only a few seconds to do it; he was already grabbing the book out of RJ's hands before Brumbly had even finished shouting, turning towards the door as the guard rushed over, trying to tuck it out of sight but already knowing he was on the hook for it.

I’m Hanging by a Thread - a Rope, the Noose Around my Neck, I choke. - reform!verse

Promise

And when he tries to imagine his mothers eyes, all he can see is dark blue. Dark blue like the ocean, deep and chaotic and unpredictable. Dark blue like sin, the serpents flicking tongue iridescent and full of promise. Dark blue like Tim Shepard, like Sylvia, like the sky as it dips into night; it's nothing like the reds of flaming churches and police sirens or the whites of the hospital where Johnny took his last shuddering breath and the snowy winter alleys of New York that still stained Dallas's fingers with his sacrilege.

The Answer's in the Second Before the Other Shoe Drops. - Dallas with Albinism one-shot

Guarantee

Dallas considers the man's words for a moment, just long enough for Tim to step into the space beside him, then he punches the dipshit straight in the face.

A sharp crack from the man's nose and a gasp from Johnny behind them as the man is sent reeling away.

"Motherfucker! You better pack your things because I will have your job for this! I guarantee it!" Randy shouts as he grabs his buddies shoulders to help him navigate away, blood already dripping down their fancy suits.

Tim huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "Hear that? He guarantees it." Tim mocks, wiping the last of the rat blood off his hands.

"Oh no." Dallas deadpans as he sucks his teeth. "What ever will we do?" He eyes Johnny's nervous body language, hoping their sarcasm will help ease his anxiety.

Hullo!! :D

These come from different aus!

Hunt

Ponyboy's breath catches in his throat, ragged and strained as he gasps, the Soc that'd managed to bring him down was laughing in his ear; loud and spiteful, harsh against his head that throbbed from the collision with the ground. He claws and kicks to try and gain some leverage, to escape, but he loses the ability to as another Soc grabs his wrists, the two working together to drag him back towards Bob, towards the fountain, but that's not what has fear shooting through Ponyboy.

No, it was the prickling sensation of being watched, the creeping feeling of being hunted, and every step back towards that fountain only made the pressure build.

And I bit my lip the Second you Sipped the Poison That was Mixed for me. - Hintonween story 1

Owl

Dally is hunched in the middle of the room, breathing heavy, deep breaths. He stands up slowly, uncurling to reveal he was taller than he normally seemed, taller even, by a few inches, than Darry. His dark hair now glowing a platinum blonde in the minimal moonlight coming through the broken door that hangs off the frame. He turns to look at Ponyboy like an owl, ice blue eyes piercing through the darkness as his head twists around first, followed by his body that unravels until it faces Ponyboy.

Think I'm Getting Butterflies, but it's Really Something Telling me to run Away. - Hintonween story 2

Blue

Crack! The sound cuts through the air, causing both Dallas and Tim's attention to snap over to the eggs, it's with wide-eyes and a blade still pressed against Tim's side that a small, blue, feathered birdlike creature comes stumbling out, feet too big for its tiny body and egg fluid causing a small shard of shell to stick to it's tail. "The egg is less leathery then I was expecting-" Dallas wants to listen to whatever scientific babble Ponyboy is saying, he really does, but he can't take his attention off the small Utah raptor that let's out a small chirp while looking up at them.

Every Word I say is Kindling but the Smoke Clears When You're Around. - Jurassic world au

Pacify

"C'mon hun, I'll make ya feel real good." Sylvia purrs in his ear, a hand on his chest, they'd fallen right back into their old cycle, as if he hadn't been gone for eight months, as if he hadn't spent all days trying to keep Ponyboy's eyes on him. He tosses his cards onto the table, he'd had a shit hand anyway, and stands up, his hands sliding down Sylvia's sides to rest on her hips as she guides him back towards the private rooms.

Of course, as soon as he gets his hands up her shirt is when Buck walks in. The barkeeper raising his hands to pacify him as he speaks up. "Got'a couple'a boys out here askin' afer ya." Dallas is about to tell him to fuck off but he swallows the words, any interest he might have had in Sylvia slipping away when Buck continues. "Said they was named Ponyboy an' Johnny?"

Come With me, I'll Show you how to Live for Free, Nobody got a Thing on me. - westernverse

Doe

Rusty-James attention is pulled away from Ponyboy as a doe steps into the clearing, it's much like the buck from the other day, except today the sky was coated in thick layer of dark clouds, and instead of walking straight this deer stumbled, head low to the ground and swaying as if drunk. Ponyboy's eyebrows furrow as he turns to look at whatever had pulled away Rusty-James attention and as soon as he looks at the doe it collapses to the ground, legs kicking out in the throes of death.

Rusty-James is right on Ponyboy's heels as he rushes over to the doe, but he wishes he hadn't followed so close when he catches first hand the look on Ponyboy's face upon seeing the body- if it could be called that, the thick layer of maggots crawling just under the doe's fur, every inch of skin moving and rotting, but Rusty-James couldn't peel his gaze away from the stricken horror on Ponyboy's face.