I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just wanted to share.
Everyone in the fandom portrays pony as some shy, meek spirited wuss who is scared to stick up for himself or ask a girl out.
Let me just re-jog your memory of the time pony went out to get lunch with Steve and Two-bit, take a look at this quick excerpt from towards the end of the book.
// I was sitting on the fender of Steve’s car, smoking and drinking a Pepsi while he and Two-Bit were inside talking to some girls, when a car drove up and three Socs got out. I just sat there and looked at them and took another swallow of the Pepsi. I wasn’t scared. It was the oddest feeling in the world. I didn’t feel anything— scared, mad, or anything. Just zero.
“You’re the guy that killed Bob Sheldon,” one of them said. “And he was a friend of ours. We don’t like nobody killing our friends, especially greasers.”
Big deal. I busted the end off my bottle and held on to the neck and tossed away my cigarette “You get back into your car or you’ll get split.”
They looked kind of surprised, and one of them backed up.
“I mean it” I hopped off the car. “I’ve had about all I can take from you guys.” I started toward them, holding the bottle the way Tim Shepard holds a switch— out and away from myself, in a loose but firm hold. I guess they knew I meant business, because they got into their car and drove off.
“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you?” Two-Bit had been watching from the store doorway. “Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”
“I guess so,” I said with a sigh. I didn’t see what Two-Bit was sweating about— anyone else could have done the same thing and Two-Bit wouldn’t have thought about it twice.
“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”
What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn’t get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you…
“What in the world are you doing?” Two-Bit’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked up at him. “Picking up the glass.”//
Pony says himself he doesn’t feel anything. No sympathy, no fear, nothing. Cold and empty. He doesn’t hesitate in busting the end off his bottle to fight off the socs and threaten them. Even after the fact two-bit realizes that pony was being tough.
Pony quotes what Dally told him after the rumble on the way to the hospital the night Johnny died. “Get tough and you won’t get hurt.”
I’m not ignoring the fact Pony began to pick up the glass afterwards, he didn’t want anyone to get a flat tire.
//…remembering Tim Shepard’s kid brother. Curly, who was a tough, cool, hard-as-nails Tim in miniature, and I had once played chicken by holding our cigarette ends against each other’s fingers. We had stood there, clenching our teeth and grimacing, with sweat pouring down our faces and the smell of burning flesh making us sick, each refusing to holler…//
Let me remind you this is before Johnny died and Pony decided to “be tough” like Dally.
Pony wasn’t some super shy, awkward kid around Cherry either, he talked to her just fine. Didn’t hesitate to go up and get popcorn with her the night at the movies either.
Also, the night of the rumble he knew he was sick but sucked it up, took some aspirin and went anyways. He didn’t just sit around and get beat up during the rumble either. In the beginning he found the next best to a soc his size and ended up helping dally out by jumping on a soc’s back.
Sure, pony doesn’t go out deliberately looking for fights, but he does stick up for himself when need be. He’s not some baby. Remember, he is still a greaser. A no-good hood; with manners.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS TOOK ME MONTHS but it’s finally done! I literally cannot believe I’ve gotten this far! Thank all you guys for supporting me this far, it means the world to me. You are all the best!
things get a little heated between you and your boyfriend for the first time aka nathan stops and gets embarrassed
request that took me 5ever (sorry anon)
word count: 1,890
Taking things slow was a typical thing for you. Often you
wouldn’t jump into anything too quickly; you liked taking your time, getting
comfortable and adjusting as needed. You never wanted things to be too fast.
That was until you met Nathan.
The two of you had been dating for about two months, the
first part of your relationship being the normal “we’re not together, just going
on dates” phase. It wasn’t maybe until week three when he finally asked you to
be his girlfriend. For someone who took things very slow, the wait for the
relationship to be actually official felt agonizing. It was a new strange
sensation for you, but even after the first date you were wondering when he’d
Nathan was different than anything else you’d ever
experienced in your life, you wanted to jump in right away, to keep developing
your partnership. However, if you had to be honest you did have some doubts
about Nathan. Not any in regards to how you felt about him, but it seemed as
though maybe he didn’t feel the same way. Sure, the two of you spent an
abnormally large amount of time together, which you didn’t mind, but things
hadn’t really picked up between you two physically yet. You of course didn’t
need physical affirmation from Nathan to know he cared about you, but it sure
wouldn’t be terrible. The problem was you felt so invested and ready to quickly
jump in that Nathan’s small step back made you harbor skepticism.
All of your friends constantly asked if you and him had
“sealed the deal” yet and as annoying as it was, you kept wondering when it
would be time. You had only had sex with one person before, and it took you
forever to get comfortable enough to them to really be intimate on that level.
With Nathan you knew right away that you deeply trusted him to let him see you
so vulnerable. In any other case, when you were your normal take things slow
kind of girl two months would be too soon to you. People had always teased you
about it, but some of the worst decisions someone can make are when they’re
rash, unsure and hasty.
Here you were however, thinking about the best way to get
things between you and Nathan started physically. He had been over to your
apartment plenty of times in the past two months, but tonight was the first
time you finally got to go to his. You found this once again a bit annoying
with how slow this was all going. You wanted Nathan and you wanted him tonight.
Going through your closet for what had to be the hundredth time you still were
unable to pick anything worthy enough to wear. You and Nathan would be watching
a movie; you figured it would be a little suspicious if you showed up in some
sort of skintight dress. Sighing, you decided to opt for the usual top and
jeans. You guessed that you would just have to do more with less.
Taking a final glance of yourself in the mirror of your
bedroom, you deem yourself appropriate for the occasion and go to the kitchen
to grab the keys of the counter.
“Tonight’s the night.” You say to your roommate sitting at
She looks at you for a moment, “Really? For you and Nathan?”
You nod your head and she laughs a bit, “Sure, okay.” You take a step back,
offended at her words.
She sighs, “Nothing. I just feel like if it was going to
happen, it would have happened already.” You roll your eyes at her. What could
she possibly know about your relationship with Nathan that gives her the right
to say that?
“Well you’re wrong, because it is going to happen. Tonight!”
You take one last look at her, annoyed and head for the door, keys in hand.
If there was one thing that bothered you more than anything,
it was how people were constantly trying to control your life and the order
things happened in it. All of your friends had a say about your new
relationship with Nathan, but tonight it was time for you to fully be in
“Do you want any more popcorn babe?” Nathan asks shaking the
bowl in his hand. “I’m fine,” you reply, eyes straightforward.
You had been at Nathan’s place for over an hour and there
was absolutely no progress towards your main goal of the night. Every time
you’d remotely try anything Nathan’s face would grow panicked and make some
sort of excuse that he had to check on something in the kitchen, his room, or
wherever. Your doubts were only beginning to grow. How could he not want you as
much as you wanted him?
“Is everything okay? You’ve been kind of quiet tonight. Do I
still smell too much like chlorine? I know it bothers you sometimes.” Any other
day you would have laughed at the comment. When you went on your first date
with Nathan all you had said was ‘is that chlorine?’ Any other day you would
think how cute he was for worrying about something he couldn’t stop. No matter
how many showers he took, he would always smell like chlorine.
“No it’s not that.” You look down at your lap and begin
fiddling with your hands, a habit you had picked up for when your nerves kicked
in. “Then what is it?” Nathan counters.
You didn’t want to be that
girl, but it was bothering you so much you knew there was no way you couldn’t
be. “Are your all for this relationship?” It was clear he was stunned by your
words considering the initial look on his face. His eyes widened, “Of course I
am!” You watched his face change from shock to hurt in seconds, suddenly
wanting to take back even remotely saying anything.
Nevertheless you continue, “It just doesn’t seem like it.
Everything is moving slowly and it just feels like your holding back.”
“I’m not holding back!” Nathan says raising his voice a bit
causing you to immediately roll your eyes. “Oh reall-”
Before you can finish, Nathan interrupts your words by
placing his lips on yours. Although there’s a bit of a surprise on your part on
how forward he was being you soon copy his actions of movement. Both of your
mouths move together as you desperately try to convey your thankfulness for
this moment, for being there with him. His lips are addictive and you both find
yourself connecting and reconnecting ever so often for a bit of air.
Your hands move to his hair, tugging at it a bit. He lets
out a groan against your lips and you feel yourself heat up at the noise. The
atmosphere felt electric, this was what you had been wanting. To feel the
closest to Nathan that two people can be. Moving your hands to his shoulder you
pull him down on the couch so you can lay on your back with Nathan hovering above
of you. He follows your move, never disconnecting your lips, but leaves a huge
gap between your bodies. The space separating the two of you was a little
awkward, but as you felt Nathan begin to kiss your neck and leave dark marks
behind, you decided to let it go.
The way he was sucking and nipping at every inch of your
neck had you letting out a quiet moan, not being able to hold back. You placed
your hands on his forearms and began to rub them, soon becoming confident
enough to move your hands to the top of Nathan’s jeans, wanting to feel him.
Just as your hand found the button and zipper, you felt
Nathan disconnect from your lips, quickly jumping up from the couch and walking
around the room with a pained look on his face.
You felt like you were about to break into tears. Was it
that bad? Did he really not want you? Flashbacks begin to play in your mind of
your last boyfriend cheating on you for not giving him what he wanted. For not
being good enough.
The thought of Nathan not wanting you was enough to break
your heart completely. When you were with him, you couldn’t imagine your life
without him by your side. It was impossible.
thought, this is what I get for jumping
in too fast. Stupid, stupid little
You feel as though you have to say something. You needed to
know what was going on in his head.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask quietly, afraid of the
He stops his self-thought and turns to you with a panicked
look on his face, “No it wasn’t you, it was me. I don’t know why I did that.”
It was clear he was trying to make you feel better, but the comment only made
you feel worse.
“Am I really that horrible?” You ask, still on the brim of
tears spilling everywhere.
“No, you’re not! I actually have really strong feelings for
you, in fact I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way about anyone ever.”
“Then what is it?”
He looks away for a moment as if he’s embarrassed, “I don’t
want to hurt you?” You blink at him twice as if to communicate that you’re not
following. “What do you mean?”
He turns at least four different shade of red and bites his
lip, “I’m just huge and you’re so small, I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you or
You can’t help but feel all your worry wash away. Your
doubts of him not being as engaged as you were suddenly become a thing of the
past. “Nathan… You’re not going to do anything to me. I’m not a china doll.”
He sits on the couch beside you, “You are to me and I’d
never forgive myself if something happened because of me. I’m nearly 230
pounds, if I would have laid down directly on top of you I probably would have
broken your pelvis.” You bite your tongue having to stop yourself from making
an inappropriate comment and place your hand on the back of his head, “Please
just trust me that everything will be okay.”
He sighs and looks down at his hands before looking up to
give you a heartfelt smile, “I really care about you.” You feel yourself break
out a smile and connect to your lips to his quickly. “I really care about you
“I’m sorry for taking this whole thing too slow, I just need
a little time before I’m ready to trust myself with you, because you really
have no idea how much I want to-“ he cuts himself off and blushes, “sorry.”
Smiling at him, you grab onto his hand and stroke his thumb
You had been complaining about how often in your life people
would try to control you with the pace you took things, and here you were doing
the exact same thing to Nathan. All you had wanted was someone to be patient
with you and the way you did things. Nathan deserved that and more.