A/N: I combined a couple requests to make this one! Also, starting soon I will only post every other day on this account because I want to post writing on my Guns N’ Roses blog as well! If you’re a Guns N’ Roses fan, follow @appetiteforgnrimagines
Word Count: 292
Warnings: Sex mention, STD mention
Pairing: It’s up to you ;)
I cringe at the sound of a slap that emits from the kitchen. Two-Bit, Dally, and Ponyboy have been fighting for the last half hour over who gets to take me out and, ultimately, be my boyfriend. I was flattered at first but soon realized that it could tear apart their friendship or make them all hate me.
“You wouldn’t ever take her out! You’re always in jail!” Ponyboy argues, sounding surprisingly confident talking back to Dallas Winston.
“You’d just want to read her stupid poems,” Dally scoffs. “And Two-Bit would make her do some weird Mickey Mouse roleplay in bed. Sorry, Two-Bit, but chicks won’t dig calling you Mickey and wearing mouse ears while you hit it from behind.”
There’s a loud thud and I’m pretty sure that it’s Dally that I hear a groan come from. “How would you know what chicks dig? I’m pretty sure you haven’t done half the girls you claim to.” Two-Bit snaps.
“I’ve done plenty of girls, Mouse Boy.”
“Then you probably have STDs,” Ponyboy interjects.
Unable to sit and listen to this any longer, I stand up and walk into the kitchen. “All three of you, sit.” They all start arguing, of course. “I said sit! Or I’m leaving and none of you are going to go out with.”
That shuts them up nice and quick.
“I know I have to make a choice. Obviously, I don’t want to because two of you get hurt.” Taking a deep breath, I look down. “Two-Bit, you’re funny and kind. Dallas, you’re loyal and tough. Ponyboy, you’re smart and creative. I love you all, but I choose…”
“You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you’re a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don’t stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn’t a gang anymore. It’s a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering pack like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.”
I get so damn SALTY when people make fun of Pony or call him weak. Like, he’s fucking 14. Both of his parents died, and the person he loved most slapped him. Of course he’s gonna be upset?? Darry may not have meant to and we know he loves him, but that’s still a scary situation to be in. And then he watched his 2 best friends die and obviously the rest of the gang is gonna react differently. They’re older/more mature. He’s just a kid and y'all are calling him weak for having feelings.