#writing 🦴

[kaeinvy]

contains; smut, big dicks, your fave x reader, size kink, stomach bulge, gn reader + you/your, finger sucking, thigh slapping + rubbing, fingering(m or f), creampie, 18+ / sexual content, grammar mistakes (?), not proofread

notes; gn reader !!! (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

MALES who slap your thigh, slapping the skin on you, his palm spanking it, he rubs your skin softly afterwards, spanking as he does so. His calloused hands, his has your legs on the side of his.

HE blows into your ear, his dick aches behind you, a big bulge twitching on your ass as it begs to be set free from its confinements, he very soft grinds his huge bulge against you.

HE brings his finger up to your lip, his thumb rubbing against your lips, as he puts his thumb in your mouth, your mouth wraps around his thumb. Sucking on her finger, wetting his digit with your saliva.

HE kisses your ear, his mouth on the shell of your ear, pressing his lips on it, behind your ear as well. He brings his thumb up to his mouth and licks off your saliva

HE wets his finger and brings down to your hole, his digit slowly going in you, curling his finger inside of your hole. His finger exploring your hole, bringing in another finger. Stretching your hole for his huge dick as it aches behind you.

HE grabs ahold his meaty cock, his hand gripping it as he strokes himself, using his pre-cum as lube, he fingers you while stroking his dick. He gathers some of his pre-cum and rubs it against your hole, smearing it around your hole and in you.

HE finally goes in you, filling you up with his dick, his big dick slowly going in you, tears developing in your eyes. You are only taking half of his dick, you pant out and he pushes down. Impaling you with his cock, you can see a giant bump in your stomach.

HE thrusts into you, you watch as the bump in your stomach moves with his dick moving in you, a bulge showing how big he is. He groans into your ear, his voice slightly growling as he does so.

HE rubs your thighs, he hooks his hands under your legs and thrusts up into you, his breath on your ear while he fucks you, his dick getting gripped by your walls. Your hole sucking him in.

HE moves.more faster in you, throwing his head back slightly, he lets out small moans, growling as he moves more faster, he whispers in your ear, whispering how good you take him and how good you are.

HE holds you close, sucking on your neck also nibbling on your neck, your eyes roll back. Your legs shake and your heart races, your hands grip at his arms, nails digging into his skin. Your mouth opens, letting out a silent scream, your hole clenches around him, you climax.

HE fucks you more faster, his big dick twitching in you, it makes clapping noises as he goes harder, your ass hitting his pelvis, his dick hits all the spots in you, he growls into your ear before his dick pumps. Semen being dumped in your hole, it goes past his dick. He slaps your side before making out with you, he grins and rubs your hips. Praising you for taking him so well and being so good for him.

— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Itto, Boothill, Blade, Toji, Nanami, Aiku, Barou, Noa Noel, + your faves; other fandoms!

[puppycassie]

Headcanons for Jacob Alden with a breeding kink? 🥴🥴

♡ absolutely !!

! 18+ , nsfw content, lurking for love is an 18+ game <3 ! 🩷🍰

some of my headcanons for jacob with a breeding kink ♡

♡ he's a yandere, of course the idea of filling you with his seed is more than enticing to him

♡ he definitely tracks your cycle so that he knows when you're ovulating

♡ "not gonna chase after anyone else with my baby inside of ya, darlin'"

♡ uses his fingers to push his cum deeper inside of you

♡ LOVES mating press

♡ likes to pull out to watch his cum drip out of you before fucking it back in

♡ "you're gonna look so perfect when you swell up for me"

♡ makes you ask for it "what is it, sweetheart? want me to make you a mommy/daddy?"

♡ just loves the idea of claiming you, marking your insides with his loads

♡ makes you go multiple rounds, cumming inside of you again and again until you physically can't take it. telling you "shh shh darlin', gotta make sure I knock you up"

♡ praises your features, telling you he hopes that the babies he's gonna make you carry inherit them

♡ can't wait to take pictures of your pregnant body

♡ once he has said pictures, he frequently masturbates to them, even when you're not pregnant anymore

♡ the idea of his beloved's breasts swelling with milk drives him crazy, covers your tits with kisses as he reminds you of what's going to happen to them

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[cripplecharacters]

hi!! I have a character I created when I was a teenager who I am currently revamping for a new project, but I am stumped for how to fix a big mistake I made at the time. I based this character's appearance on my best friend in high school, who had a growth disorder/facial difference.

at the time, I asked him how he would describe himself in writing, and his examples were phrases like "a boy with a malformed jaw" or "misshapen fingers". I recognize that if this were his own project, he would be totally allowed to say whatever he wanted about a character who had his disability, but I am not a person with a facial or limb difference, so I feel like I need to change the phrasing. I would ask him for his opinion again, but he passed away a couple years ago, so it's not possible for me to find out what he'd like me to change.

I still want to include this character and make it clear what he looks like, because it's important to me that I represent him in my writing in some way. However, I don't think he was misshapen or malformed. I don't know what words I can use instead to communicate exactly how he appeared, and I'd really like some insight for how to describe him appropriately and with the respect the friend this character is based on deserves. Please help!

For reference, the character we designed had a mix of both our disabilities' symptoms, and we did not give him any specific diagnoses at the time because of this. The character used a wheelchair because I did, the character had crooked fingers and uneven legs because he did, the character was nonverbal because we both were, had an overgrowth of tissue on his face because my friend did, and the character was epileptic because I was. I am not sure how relevant all of that is, but I figured I'd include it. Sorry if this ask is rambling, I am trying my best to be detailed

-🦴🏴‍☠️

Hi!

I don't think it'd necessarily be wrong to describe your character as such if the person he's based on used that as his self-description. I probably said this somewhere on this blog before, but I always think that “a character with less than perfect terminology portrayed well” is much better than “horrible representation, but they used the 'proper' term”. And if that's what he said about himself, this might just be the “proper” term in this context.

But I do understand that you might want to go another way, especially considering you said that you didn't see your friend as having something malformed or misshapen about him - so how did you see his differences? Maybe “a boy with 'an overgrowth of tissue on his face'” - as you described in the last paragraph - would work?

In writing, I generally think it's helpful to be more specific than not when it comes to character descriptions. So you could get more technical (all random examples);

“an asymmetric lower jaw, with the right side larger and protruding forward,”

“had a left leg that was slightly longer, with the hip tilted upward,”

“his fingers bent towards the other ones, curving like the letter C and overlapping with each other at the tips,”

or, you could go halfway, using the words that your friend used himself;

“he happened to have a malformation on his jaw; a soft mass decorated his chin throughout its length,”

“crooked fingers, each having a slight bend to it.”

If you decide to go for the original terminology, I would expand on what exactly the reader is supposed to imagine by it - there's a few ways to not have a facial difference, and a billion ways to have one. You don't need to go into way more detail than you do for other characters, but it'd be good to be informative enough so that the reader doesn't end up wondering “malformed in what way?”. In my opinion, “overgrowth of tissue” (or any other wording that would provide this amount of information) would be completely sufficient for this role.

I will also say that “malformed” and “beautiful/handsome/adorable” are by no means antonyms as words! One can have a disfigured nose that's incredibly cute, misshapen legs that look great in shorts, or an attractive malformed jaw. That's very much doable in writing, and would help here with making sure you're not portraying it as negative in some way.

There is also the option of using more medicalized terminology (“hypertrophied”, “clinodactyly”, etc.) but it might both not be the most comfortable to use, as well as confusing to some readers if there's no other descriptor given. It also might be awkward in writing, especially if that'd be the only time this kind of terminology would come up. But if you're up for this;

“the clinodactyly on his hands caused the fingers to curve toward each other,” or

“the hypertrophied tissue stretched from his left earlobe to the chin, with freckles adoring it along the way,”

or something along those lines could work, I think.

I'd also try to describe other “non-difference” features as well, perhaps even at the same time. There's a ton of ways you could go about it, but the general idea is to bring up his difference as a complete non-event - something that's so normal that it's not needed to give it a separate description;

“the bright red wheelchair had one footplate set much higher to accommodate for his short right thigh,”

“her eyes were drawn to his hands, with each colorful nail making a clicking sound whenever his overlapping fingers moved,”

“he grinned widely after noticing that his facial hair has fully filled in behind the soft overgrowth on his chin,”

“the sunflower tattoo on his larger leg was still slightly red, but the cat on the thin right one already looked fully healed.”

Obviously all the examples here are random, but hopefully they will help you figure out what kind of description you want to employ.

Either way, it's clear that you're approaching this with a lot of care and good intentions and that's what really matters. I hope this was helpful and I wish you good luck in your writing!

mod Sasza

[bl00dycraniumm]

METALLICA

early met headcannons (📌)

warnings; none?

words; 358

★ no matter what, no matter how much sleep kirk got the night before, if he gets comfortable, he’s napping.

★ lars has a habit of ducking when walking under things even if he doesn’t have to. like he sees james or cliff do if cus of their height, so it’s like muscle memory for him lmao.

★ lars gets paranoid after kirk makes him sit through horror movies.

★ ron just looks like the guy to bring random cats and/or other small animals home???

★ james and lars randomly saying “fuck you” to each other. like it could be dead silent in the room and they say it for no reason.

★ when other members of the band are arguing, cliff just stands there like “🧍” and says something like “this foods nice” or something about the weather to break the tension.

★ lars asks “who took my ___?” when its most likely in his pocket or wherever he had it last.

★ if COD was a thing back then, lars and james would have to sit and play in different rooms because they’d piss each other off too much and argue. like if lars kills james he’d say something about how hes better at the game or something.

★ ron just looks like he’d randomlly pull food out of his pocket cus he remembers its there and be like, “hey i forgot about this.”

★ cliff taught kirk how to roll joints and it took a few hours and many wasted joints.

★ lars and kirk being asked if they are dating all the time and they just go with it cus its funny.

★ james secretly loves madonnas music 🤗!

★ i feel like dave and lars would try and embarass early80’s!james in public by being loud and cringy.

★ james looks like the guy to obnoxiously sneeze three times in a row.

★ rip kirk and lars, you would’ve loved to speak in brainrot to eachother.

★ when someone asks a stupid question, cliff just stares back at them for a second before shaking his head.

★ dave sometimes wakes up in a pissy mood and decides to beef with anyone those days (not rlly headcannon cus we know its true 🙄).

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[glitterfang]

made a lil cover for my fic on the penguin classics cover generator

[enchantedchocolatebars]

🐶 Pugsheen The Dog Headcanons 🦴

• His favorite things in the entire world are being called a "good boy" and getting tummy scratches.

• If you give him his favorite treats like dog biscuits and donuts, as well as dog toys, he'll love you forever.

• He'll sniff the butt of others to show that he wants to be their friend.

• If his ball is stuck somewhere he can't reach, he'll bark at you for hours to retrieve it.

• Outside time is his favorite time since he gets to play with you and other people and socialize with other dogs.

• He will chase both his tail and the mailman.

• He loves to take rides on this thing.

• He has the ability to flap his ears like wings and fly.

• Pusheen The Cat is one of his closest and fondest friends.

• He has a beating heart as well as a puptastic family.

[kaeinvy]

age gap theme for scaramouche? younger readers please 💗😋

𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! + scara ; genshin

contains; fem, dilf scara, babysitter, smut, blowjob, grinding, fingering, spanking, finger sucking, hair pulling, PinV(afab reader), Petnames:doll, baby

notes; I couldn't do two versions, I only did fem</3 too tired and no ideas, agghhh so sorry !^^

HE was the father of the kid that you babysit, his kid. It was good money but he was so hot that you considered being the kid's new parent, I mean. He is so fine, you would look at him and trying to seductiving him.

HE watches you as you take care of his kid, being so doting on the child, you would squeal and dream about Scara. Dreaming about him, touching you all over and teasing you!

HE was the sweetest thing ever, taking care of his kid, gosh it made you feel inlove with him harder and you hoped that he would get harder at the thought of you, and that dream will become a reality.

HE would touch your clothed cunt, his hand rubbing your damp panties, his fingers pressing unto your cunt, he slides your panties to the side before his finger pokes at your wetness. Whispering in your ear, he brings his other finger up to your mouth as you suck on them.

HE smirks and kisses your ear, moves his finger out and in of your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, you gag slightly on his finger and your legs tremble.

HE moves his thumb up to your clit, pushing in his two fingers in you and he stretches in and out of you, preparing your wetness for his dick, you moan and throw your head back. Your eyes slightly rolling back, he stops as you cum on his finger, you bite your lower lip.

HE grabs your hips and lifts you up, lifting you over his dick and his dick aims at your wetness. He pushes down into you, his dick filling you up also he moves in and out of you, he groans into your ear. "Aren't you just a doll, baby?" He whispers while fucking your tight wet cunt.

HE lets out low moans while he fucks into you, his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open, you hold onto his hands, he lets go of your hands before he bends you over his desk, your tits touching the cold desk littered with papers.

HE pounds hard, his palm spanking your ass as he groans and lets out a growl, his hands are aching to spank you some more. "Take it all, doll" he whispers in your ear, he grabs a fist of your hair. Yanking it back as he fucks you, making clapping noises as he does so.

HE kisses your neck and nibbles on it, your hair still in his hand as he bites your neck, marking you as his. It was a good thing that you decided to be a babysitter, you could have never met this handsome man who has a good dick!

HE holds you close, his other groping at your tit as he holds you by it, his other hand furiously rubbings t your clit, pleasuring it also he pleasures you by fucking you, his dick twitching in you.

HE finishes inside inside of you, his dick pumping out his precious semen, his cum filling your cunt up, his white cream inside of you, you let out a moan and smile. "Look at you baby, are you my slut? Of course you are." He says, before he grabs your chin and kisses you roughly.

[sunniewr]

⠀⠀⠀🍪❜ּ ࣪ ࣭ ㅤׅ𖦹໋ㅤ᩿𝟵𝟫⠀໋⊰ׅ ꩝ ׁ ִꩊꭚ⠀᭄᥆𝘷ᥱ,⠀𐀶꯭ꭚ♡ᥙ

⠀⠀⠀⊱ㅤ᩿🕯⦅꯭ ⍺ֵ໋࣪𝗋ᥱ ꩊꭚ ✶⠀ ׄ ִ ᥆ᥒ᭄݂ꭚ ᥆ᥒ݂ᥱ ✎᪶ׄ 𝓦꯭۟✩⃯

[puppycassie]

Can you do sano (btd) nsfw headcanons plsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏

♡ hey there anon, ofc I can!!<3

! you guys know the rules, especially with btd, 18+ ! 🩷🍰

some of my sano nsfw headcanons ♡

♡ medical play is an obvious one, he would push your body to the limit in any way he could to see how much you could take, using various medical appliances in different ways

♡ strapping a stethoscope to your chest to monitor your heartbeat accelerating as he fucks and plays with you

♡ enemas, enemas, enemas. wants to fill you up to the brim

♡ forcefully injecting you with various different drugs , making you helpless to him

♡ cutting you open and cumming inside of the wound before stitching you back up, telling you that it's staying inside of you forever

♡ this man loves marking you up, cuts, bruises, hickeys

♡ injecting his cum straight into your holes so that you take it all

♡ "doll" "angel" "puppet"

♡ "how does that feel?" makes you describe the sensations you're feeling whilst he ruins you, enjoying the way you struggle to form words, even when you're gagging on his cock

♡ temperature play!! would insert ice cubes into you, watching you squirm and plead for it to stop

♡ would pour alcohol and salt over fresh wounds if you misbehaved, enjoying the noises you make when you're in pain and recording them, playing the clip back to you later

♡ fucking on the operating table? yes. especially with restraints

♡ makes you masturbate in front of him and watches intently, noting down your reactions

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[bloodtwin]

@asangel sent:

i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.

source: forced proximity trope.

a bitter laugh. ❝ oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you ？❞

typical. stuck on a ledge with no other way to get down other than to jump to what would undoubtedly be his death at best & every bone in his body broken at worst.

death at best because that would be far better than having to deal with this guy any longer than he already has. puck grimaces, lip curling as he eyes azariel up & down. there is another way down. the wings on the aasimar's back.

no. absolutely not. that would be humiliating.

❝ i'm going to jump. i really don't care what you do. ❞ i'll probably live. nothing's killed me yet, so ⸻

[puppiediary]

maybe tumblr terming my account was a sign from god

[bl00dycraniumm]

KIRK HAMMETT

eyeliner and kisses, x male reader (🍒)

★ just a short thing cus i love eyeliner kirk

warnings; mlm, just kissing

words; 504

kirk was getting ready for a photoshoot, sitting on the bed with a little mirror in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. kirk was a little new to eyeliner, considering he recently changed his style a little. he looked determined, but unsure of where or how to start.

i chuckle softly, "do you want help?" kirk lets out a defeated sigh, "yeah, that'd be great.." i take the mirror from him, setting it aside as i crawl into his lap, grabbing the eyeliner pencil from him. i couldn't help but press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away to start. one of my hands cup his cheek to keep him in place, slowly and carefully drawing on his eyeliner. i get halfway with his eye before pausing to press another kiss to his lips.

kirk chuckles, his hands coming up to rest on my hips. when i pull back he smiles, "come on, get back to work, man." he teases. "alright, alright.." i laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before getting back to work. once i finished his eyeliner on that side, i paused to press another kiss to his lips before pulling away.

kirk wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me back in for a kiss. i can’t help but smile a little, chuckling softly. when kirk pulls away, he says, “i love you..” this wasn’t the first he’s said this, but it felt like it, butterflies swarming around my stomach. i press a kiss to the corner of his lips, “i love you more.”

“not possible.” kirk says back, his eyes trailing over my features until they stop on mine. “very possible.” i chuckle as he pulls me even closer, “quit being difficult, baby. i love you more.”

“i’m not being dfficult, i’m being honest.”

he rolls his eyes, laughing…and then we started wrestling, but it didn’t really last long. i had pushed him onto his back before he just gave up, pressing a kiss to my lips. i kiss back softly before sitting up again and starting to work on his other eye while he watched me the whole time.

when i was done, i can’t help but press another soft kiss to his lips, “all done.” suddenly, he flips us over, my back hitting the mattress. i felt him press kisses to my neck, “you’re so helpful..” he murmured. i laugh softly, my legs wrapping around his waist. his kisses trail back up to my lips, my fingers tangling in his short curls.

kirks hand comes up to cup my cheek, deepening the kiss more. eventually, he pulls away for air, leaving us both panting. i peck his lips one last time, “alright, you’ve got a photoshoot to be at…”

kirk chuckles, his hand lingering on my cheek for a few more seconds before pulling away, “we’re continuing this when i get home.” he says, teasingly pointing his finger at me. “oh, yeah?” i laugh softly, raising my eyebrows. “mhm..definetly.”

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

PURLY FLUFF ANYTHING PLEASE!!!

Workin' On A Project

A/N: This was pretty self-indulgent, so I'm gonna put these two together and hope that y'all enjoy this as much as I did. I really love writing these two and look forward to being able to write for them more often in the future! If you a smidge of Tarry at the end...well maybe you see something, maybe you don't. Who knows?

Pony shuffled his feet, waiting for the door to the Shepard house to open. He squeezed the strap to his backpack, tossed haphazardly over his shoulder and filled with everything he’d need for the History project, and looked down at the porch. The sound of muffled yelling and footsteps came from inside and Pony looked up as the door began to open, only to be met with Tim Shepard instead of Curly.

Tim raised an unamused brow and leaned up against the door frame, looking over Ponyboy through the screen door. He took a long drag of his cigarette. “You want something, Curtis?”

Pony cleared his throat and spun a little to show Tim his backpack. “Curly and I got a project to work on. He said I could come over today and we’d work on it.”

“He said that?” Tim echoed in a mocking tone, blinking owlishly and not moving from the doorway. “Well, shoot, I guess if Curly said so.”

“Tim! I said I’d get it!”

Curly’s voice was accompanied by his footsteps thundering down the stairs and he came into view only a moment later, with bare feet and ungreased hair, shoving his brother away from the front door and opening the screen door. Tim muttered something in Spanish Pony couldn’t quite catch before he walked away and Curly snapped back in Spanish as he dragged Pony inside by his sleeve.

“If now’s a bad time,” Pony started, looking between Curly and Tim’s retreating figure, “I can come back later or we can just work on this at school.”

“It ain’t a bad time, Tim’s just being an’ asshole,” Curly said. He raised his voice at the end and Pony could hear Tim muttering quietly as Curly pulled him toward the staircase.

Curly went up first, keeping one hand on Ponyboy’s sleeve as he led him upstairs, taking the familiar path back to his bedroom. The Shepard house wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, none of the houses in greaser neighborhoods were, but it had two floors and three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a big living room. Angela had her own room, but the two boys shared a bedroom, all three of them choosing to avoid their parents’ old room.

Angela’s door was closed as Curly tugged Pony along, but Curly gave three sharp raps anyway and Angela shouted out something else in Spanish that Pony didn’t catch.

“Why can't y'all ever talk in English? Do you have to talk in Spanish all the time?” Pony muttered as he pulled away from Curly’s grip and adjusted his backpack over his shoulders.

Curly grinned wolfishly. “Por supuesto, muñeco. Es mas divertido.”

Ponyboy rolled his eyes. Curly, undeterred, continued down the hallway and pushed open his bedroom door, ducking inside without waiting for Pony. The youngest Curtis followed anyway and shook his head as Curly flopped down onto his bed. Pony took a seat on the floor and tugged out his textbooks, spreading them out on the floor in front of himself.

“What are you doin’?” Curly asked from above him.

“Gettin’ our project stuff together,” Ponyboy reminded without looking back. “It’s due by the end of the week and it’s already Tuesday.”

Curly’s fingers brushed over the side of Ponyboy’s neck and he only jumped a little bit, startled by the gentle touch as he glanced back at the greaser to find him smirking.

“You didn’t think I invited you over to really work on that project, did you, Ponybabe?”

Of course not. Ponyboy wasn’t that stupid. But this project had to get done and Ponyboy was going to get it done, regardless of whether or not Curly helped out. He batted away Curly’s hand as the hood started to trace the shell of his ear and began to flip through the bulky history textbook.

“We’ve gotta read these pages,” Ponyboy said pointedly, tapping at the assigned passages and reaching for his notebook. “Then we gotta answer all the questions she put up on the board. You remember those?”

“You’re jokin’.”

“She talked about ‘em for twenty minutes, Curls, you’re tellin’ me you don’t remember them?”

“I remember you were wearin’ that one green shirt you got, made your eyes look greener than they normally do.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I’m tellin’ you what I remember!”

Ponyboy sighed and pulled his textbook closer. He scanned the two pages quickly before scrawling his name across the top of a fresh page in his notebook.

“You’re not gonna add my name?” Curly asked, poking at the back of Ponyboy’s head.

“Are you gonna keep botherin’ me?”

Curly huffed and withdrew his hand. Ponyboy waited a moment before adding Curly’s name to the header.

They sat in silence for a minute, Pony starting to answer the questions they’d been assigned and Curly staring at the ceiling, sprawled out in his bed. The peace only lasted a minute. Curly ran his fingers over Pony’s neck again and toyed with the collar of his shirt, slipping his fingers beneath it and reaching for Pony’s collarbones.

“Curly,” Pony chided, shoving the middle Shepard’s hand away. “We’re workin’ on the project.”

“You’re workin’ on the project,” Curly corrected. He slid his hand back and brushed his thumb over the spot beneath Pony’s ear, nudging at his chin. “I’m workin’ on gettin’ you up here with me.”

Ponyboy, to his credit, kept back the shudder of excitement as Curly tipped his head back, forcing Ponyboy to turn and face him. Dark cobalt met green-gray and Curly smiled, lazy and pleased.

“You wanna sit up here with me?” Curly offered, running his thumb back and forth over Pony’s jaw rhythmically. “We can work on that project later.”

“Your sister’s across the hall,” Pony murmured. He didn’t pull away. “Your brother’s downstairs.”

Curly raised his eyebrow and Pony realized just how similar he and his brother looked. “And?”

“They already don’t like me, Curly, you know that. I don’t need to give them anythin’ else to hate me for.”

Squeezing Pony’s chin once, Curly let go and shifted on the bed. “Get up here, ya idiot.”

Pony did as he was told. As he stood, Curly shifted to sit up against the headboard, leaving plenty of space for Ponyboy to take a seat. Pony sat by Curly’s feet, but after one look at the pouty look on Curly’s face, checked that the door was closed before sliding into the hood’s lap.

“Better,” Curly murmured. He reached up and cupped Pony’s face in his hands before pulling Ponyboy down into an uncharacteristically sweet kiss. Pony’s hands found Curly’s middle, resting over his stomach as he leaned into the kiss. When they broke apart, Curly gave Pony’s jaw another soft squeeze. “My brother an’ sister like you just fine, I promise you.”

“They got a funny way of showing it,” Pony mumbled. He tipped his face into Curly’s hands, pressing a kiss to the hood’s palm.

“They’re funny people,” Curly replied easily. “They don’t hate you. Honest.”

Ponyboy let out a small huff and closed his eyes for a moment, tucking his nose to the warm inside of Curly’s hand. He stayed there, breathing gently before he opened his eyes again and glanced at Curly through his eyelashes.

“Pony,” Curly whispered, voice low and soft. “For somebody who’s been actin’ like he don’t wanna do nothin’ with me, you’re lookin’ at me like you really wanna do somethin’.”

With a quiet laugh, Ponyboy leaned in to give Curly another kiss.

An hour or two later, as it was getting close to dinner time, Ponyboy pulled himself away from Curly, causing the hood to let out a bothered whine. While they had spent the majority of their time in Curly’s bed, exchanging kisses and holding onto each other, Ponyboy had managed to get the majority of the project done. After bribing Curly with a few kisses, the hood allowed Ponyboy to continue working on the history assignment, provided that Curly could hold onto him and press the occasional kiss to his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Curly asked as Pony climbed out of his bed. Curly’s voice was rough and he blinked in confusion as Pony started to shove the books on the floor back into his backpack.

“Home, Curls,” Ponyboy replied in an equally rough voice. “Darry wants me home by dinner and I don’t wanna get screamed at for comin’ home late.”

“You want me to walk you home?” Curly asked, pushing up onto his elbows and swinging his legs off the bed.

Pony shook his head and swung his backpack over his shoulder, eyes scanning the floor to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “You don’t have to. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ jumped on the way back cause it’ll probably be dark by then. Ain’t like I got to walk far anyway, we only live a few blocks over.”

Curly flashed a smug smile. “Anybody who tries jumpin’ me’ll get exactly what they deserve.”

Snorting, Pony pushed weakly at Curly’s chest, smiling when the hood flopped dramatically onto his back. “Easy, killer. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at school, alright?”

“Alright,” Curly replied, smiling back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Pony bent to give him one more quick kiss before he turned to leave, waving quickly before slipping into the hallway and hopping down the stairs. He headed for the door, shifting his backpack over his shoulder when Tim’s voice sounded from somewhere out of sight.

“Curtis, hold up.”

Not having a death wish, Ponyboy stopped and turned, looking for the eldest Shepard. Tim appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, another cigarette between his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor, kid,” Tim said, blowing smoke out from the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Next time you come over, bring your brother.”

Pony blinked. “Which- which one?”

Tim huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes like the answer to Pony’s question was obvious. “The big one.”

“Darry?” Ponyboy asked. “Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tim took another long drag of his cigarette. “Now get outta here ‘fore that brother o’ yours comes down here lookin’ for you.”

Pony nodded jerkily and continued to go for the door, closing the heavy one behind him and letting the screen door slam shut on top of that. Whatever was going on between Tim and Dare…Pony didn’t want to know. He shook the thought from his head and started down the sidewalk, heading for home.

[that-one-empty-skull]

You can say so many things about how well written What Happens Next (Will Shock You) is, how painfully real the world it's set in reads and how thoughtful the author depicts grief and trauma. But much more intelligent and eloquent people than me have written about that already and I don't want to paraphrase them but worse so I'll keep it short and silly: That dirty bongwater still haunts me and it hasn't made an appearance in what 150? 200? pages. It's not even important to the plot it's just one of those little details that perfectly accentuates the characters and the situation they're in.

[kiwisandpearls]

just wondering for anyone who uses ao3

[micanthrope]

I genuinely love reading about people's original characters because jts like. woah. that little dude came from your brain? what kinds of little people does your brain pump out?