#robinlovesglitter

[jackballantyne]

Characters: ✨ buddy aldridge, cynthia zdunowski and jane facciano ✨

buddy aldridge

First impression - dear lord i hated him in the pilot episode. he was so terrible and awful to me.

Impression now - he's now my favorite character from grease: rotpl. he had the most character growth, and it was growth he earned and he was genuinely growing into himself.

Favorite moment - any moment with hazel, but i loved him standing up to his father.

Idea for a story - i have a fic where he's pony's guidance counselor that's working in my brain

Unpopular opinion - i believe liking him at all is unpopular

Favorite relationship - his relationship with hazel <3

Favorite headcanon - he and hazel are married with six children.

cynthia zdunowski

First impression - mildly interested in an nb character take

Impression now - -100/10, worst character on the show

Favorite moment - none i hate her

Idea for a story - i already wrote what it was like for shy guy after cynthia assaulted him

Unpopular opinion - hate her, she sucks, bad + boring nb rep, shouldn't have been a pink lady

Favorite relationship - cynthia/cancellation

Favorite headcanon - cynthia mysteriously disappears between s1 and s2

jane facciano

First impression - very doubtful of her as a protag, unsure about the show

Impression now - she deserved EVERYTHING!!!!!!

Favorite moment - every time she affirmed the bond with the other girls

Idea for a story - some jane/richie endgame fic :(

Unpopular opinion - i have no clue what is or isn't unpopular but i don't ship her with anyone but richie

Favorite relationship - her and all the pink ladies minus cynthia

Favorite headcanon - she and danny are still friends after they fix things

[hintons-a]

✨ 2, 6, 14, 15, 19, 21, 23 ✨

2. least favorite fic you wrote this year

i love everything i write but i think i struggled hard to keep up with everything this year at points.

6. least popular fic this year

anything greekverse but again i'm happy to even get a kudo

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

i didn't expect marshal!pony to show back up in my kitchen but he did! i also didn't expect to get batpony fic out here.

15. something you learned this year

sometimes it's okay for me to just post after a chapter is done but sometimes i need to hold up. also getting comfortable doing some stuff on my own.

19, any new fics to start next year

more greekverse stuff, getting into the nyc years with dallas and pony and i really want to focus on something pony centric in okc.

21. most memorable comment/review

i don't think a comment can ever top the one about "ponyboy's slutty vibe" i'm sorry

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

god i had quite a few fics not get done bc i got frustrated or abandoned them. i wish i could fic for justified but i truly only had one in the tank i was willing to share.

[hintons-a]

✨ fireworks, cloud, mug, sweater, cover, meal ✨

from nocturnal animals:

"You mean Mene?" Ponyboy puts his pancakes on a waiting plate, not wanting to dance around it, pouring a mug full of water for himself as he goes on.

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"You mean you said everyone and he acted like an ass," Menelaus corrects, tone dismissive. "You don't have to cover for him, Daisy." Mene shifts in the bed, the gaze on his face so like Atreus' that it makes Ponyboy miss him all the more. "Go ahead, go to bed. We can talk about it later." 

from exodus to eden:

Instantly, his heart sinks and his shoulders slump. Once again, Dallas is gone in the middle of the night, back to his pew. Ponyboy hates it, rolled over on his side to look at Dallas on his pew, the covers pulled up on his body. There's no way that he's as comfortable over there alone, when he could be in Ponyboy's nest with him, warm and comfortable.

[hintons-a]

✨ 4, 6, 7, 9, 18, 24, 30 ✨

4. what piece of media inspired you the most?

the outsiders by se hinton and the outsiders 1983 dir by francis ford coppola, you are amazing to me, personally!

6. what ship(s) captured your heart?

obv it's dalpony/dallyboy but i also have to say i really enjoyed poking at antonio/ponyboy

7. what character(s) captured your heart?

atreus parthenos pelopides and pelops tantalides i love you insane men deeply. and obv ponyboy and dallas.

9. what fic meant the most to you to write?

all... of them? i can't choose i loved all of them this year. all of them felt important.

18. what was your hardest fic to title?

jesus christ a lot this year i think. probably the stranger things fic i wound up locking bc i hated the title/direction.

24. what's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? did it change the story?

i don't like cherry. at all. but admittedly writing her as a false protag was really fun bc she's fucking delulu as hell.

30. what's something you want to write in 2024?

mob shenanigans with dallas is top of the list followed by more greekverse in general!

[hintons-a]

Hi honey, I'm currently bored so after the last fic I want to make you talk about pony/antonio✨.

oh it's my wife!

pony/antonio is interesting bc where dallas is feral and instinct driven to his core, antonio has very little experience with that himself. he's not nearly as aware as dallas as to what he's doing, isn't overtaken by rage and anger all the time and he's a lot colder in temperament rather than dallas who can explode at any point in time over anything. dallas pretends to be cold and unfeeling (and to a degree he is) while antonio absolutely is cold, calculating and generally ready to do whatever it takes to win.

but antonio has a lot more control over himself in general and he and pony have some interesting chemistry together — pony's subconsciously drawn to someone like dallas while also intrigued by how intelligent antonio is. sometimes he is a bit put out by how disapassionately calculating antonio is while other times able to appreciate a necessary distance.

much like his brother, antonio is very domestic. h shows it differently but still enjoys doing those sorts of things with pony.

[hintons-a]

✨ 3, 14, 15, 19, 20, 21 ✨

touch — honeyverse

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Ponyboy runs the comb through Dallas' hair, squinting. "I've never really cut hair before."

"Either you do it or it ain't gettin' cut at all," shifting in the chair, Dallas tilts his hair forward. His hair is long, even for him, going a little past the top of his shoulders. "I don't want anyone else touching it."

Ponyboy runs the comb through, shrugs. "How short d'you want it, then?"

"Just get it off of my neck," Dallas says and Ponyboy picks up Dorothy-Rae's scissors and tries his best to give Dallas the haircut he wanted.

gentle — palermoverse

Atreus blows smoke from his mouth, and smiles at the sight in front of him of Ponyboy snoozing, covered by a familiar brown coat. He nudges Vincenzo as they make their way up the hill, saying, "Daisy's out like a light. Should get him upstairs first."

"He's a little big for you, isn't he?" Vincenzo gives a slight smile, Atreus walking over to Ponyboy's place. He wraps his arms around him, picking him easily as if he were still six years old and not twenty-two.

"Yours might be," he arranges Ponyboy carefully, "Not mine."

clingy — the descent

"Hey. Aren't you gonna stay?"

Ponyboy pulls his jeans up, doesn't turn around to look at the guy in the bed, at the blonde hair, at the blue eyes he has. "No. I gotta go."

There's a sound of confusion, the sound of a blanket being moved and before he can pull away, a pair of arms wraps around him. "Don't you wanna go ack to bed with me?" His breath is warm against Ponyboy's neck.

In the mirror, he almost looks like Dallas. Only, Dallas, the real Dallas, is the ghost in the corner hissing out, Leave.

Ponyboy pushes the man away and follows his ghost out of the door.

vulnerable — broken bond au

"That alpha can't enter unless —"

"He's her father," Ponyboy says, grasping Dallas' hand, voice stronger, glad he let Dallas cradle Jenny. She coos in his arms, burrowing further into his chest.

They look a sight: a feral alpha with old stubble in a half deteriorated layer of sweaters and scarves clutching at a baby who definitely wasn't his and a feral omega who's scent was haywire, in clothes two sizes too big and a bulging baby bag, reeking of cigarette smoke.

But he's said it now. Dallas is her father and the shelter has to allow them in.

They met hours ago, but now they're a pack. Even if it's just for a night.

friendship — trampsverse

Johnny looks at the bag of money in front of him that Dallas placed on the desk. "That's enough to get you the grocer and out of the hole. You gotta pay me back half — when you wanna do that is up to you."

"Our friendship is only worth half?" Johnny asks bitterly.

"My father ain't like me enough for a discount. You getting half is all I can manage," Dallas responds.

It's a bitter end.

deep — warriors au

"We bring him back with us, you know what that means, right?" Antonio gestures to Ponyboy, asleep in Dallas' lap, Johnny's blood still staining his cheek. The train rattles on into the night, his eyes sympathetic. "We survive the night, he's one of us. He don't belong to the Lizzies no more."

"I don't think he wants to be," Dallas says, Two-Bit looking up from where he is, still shellshocked. "No one got any objections, do they?"

Two-Bit glares at Ace, daring him to say something.

Wisely, no one says anything.

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✨ since you left my wet embrace ✨

He'd broken into Bob Sheldon's house, expecting to find a kept omega inside. 

That was the rumor after all: Cherry had died, and Bob had found himself a foreign omega who he'd brought back with him, had all those pups with constantly. No one had seen them, no one had breathed a word of them when they worked there, but every two or so years, Bob had accumulated children who all looked very alike from their pale skin to their bright eyes to their freckled cheeks. 

None of whom resembled him in the least: not the blonde hair, not his cheeks, not his ears. Not a damn thing. 

It hadn't mattered much to Dallas. He just wanted to rob him, and if he had to scare an omega to get access to Bob's money, he was doing it. It wouldn't quite do as revenge for what he'd done to Johnny all those years ago — it'd still hurt his pride and enrich Dallas. 

That was well enough. 

So he'd planned it all with Shepard and Two-Bit. Two-Bit was at the getaway car, waiting for a signal and Shepard was busy looting other parts of the enormous mansion Sheldon lived in, that was on every paper and every camera where he could swing it. 

It was gaudy, slathered in too much gold, and it makes Dallas annoyed with how large it is. 

The kids weren't home — they'd made sure of that, and Bob was out of town. No one would get hurt, and if the omega was smart, they'd obey. If they weren't, Dallas had duct tape anyway, and was taller, stronger than most. 

What he hadn't expected to find was that every single door had locks on the outside. The views were deceptive on the screen, and Dallas is bewildered as he goes from door to door, realizing that the job had become a lot more complicated. The rooms were all right, at least — breaking into the study yielded exactly what he'd been looking for and as Shepard had realized what was going on, they'd both proceeded, unlocking door after door to find what they were looking for.

The library is one of the rooms that Dallas isn't all that interested in — he passes it three or four times to plunder the other rooms, and the door is more imposing than the others. Even so, as he passes it a fifth time, it occurs to him that Sheldon might have first editions – things that sold. 

So he drops to his knee, picks the lock until it clicks, and when he opens the library doors, he expects to see nothing but books, things to easily plunder. 

Indeed, as he steps inside, there are books. There are books on almost every wall, and Dallas grins seeing them, at how many were there that clearly were old, unique, expensive. 

What his nose picks up a moment later, however, is that there is someone else here. An omega. 

What his eyes see next is a little more baffling to witness: a man with auburn hair down to his mid back with huge eyes, staring at him wrapped only in a thick blanket, holding a sleeping baby. He's shorter than Dallas — most people were — finely made in a way that was disturbing with how smooth his skin was, with how pale he looked with the most pigmentation in the freckles scattered on his face and the pinkness of his heels and feet.  

The gun in Dallas' hand doesn't raise. Not with the baby squirming in his hands, giving out little huffs as Dallas stares at him, at the sheer inhumanness of the man in front of him. Even his scent is off – something about it is almost salty, dense. 

More than that, he isn't afraid of Dallas: not of the tattoos on his arms, not of the gun in his hand, not of the way he draws back his teeth in a half snarl towards him. He just clutches his baby tighter, voice melodic, "Are you one of Bob's friends?"

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Babycakes wip?😶‍🌫️✨

🩷 okay so i don't think this will be anything except drawerfic for friends. it's set in a side au, podverse au, which is where pony and his bestie helen are modern au. with a podcast.

this fic tells the story of how jennifer was Unwell after she had pony via an affair with acclaimed director, atreus pelopides. who was not her husband and entirely unaware jennifer had a child by him.

jennifer is in the beginning stages of ppp and is paranoid abt pony. she takes him to clubs with her, takes him to set with her, takes him everywhere bc she's deeply unwell. one night, she has this poor little baby in the back of a club in nyc circa the 90a. she leaves for ten minutes.

in those ten minutes, menelaus and dio walk in. and both of them are confused and concerned about a little kid who's alone in a place like this — and then they both realize he looks exactly like menelaus.

menelaus is not afraid of kidnapping charges when the kid looks like him and is in serious need of care. he picks up pony and takes him to his apartment and kicks off a whole lot of drama.

pony however is like three. he's just elated he has a brother who will feed him dino shaped mac n cheese