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anonymous asked:

Hey could you do some headcannons for sodas fem!twin and dally having a crush on her

OK I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND HONESTLY THIS CONCEPT GIVES ME LIFE

- you guys are known as the movie star twins
- you guys look so much alike it’s scary
- and y'all would be connected at the hip
- Dallas would literally do anything for you but in a tough cool guy way
- SODA WAS THE FIRST TO NOTICE DALLAS’ INTEREST IN YOU AND THIS BOY WENT APE SHIT ON HIM
- “You son of a bitch…”
- “MY SISTER, IT HAD TO BE MY SISTER YOU FUCKING BASTARD! NO YOU CANT FUCKING TOUCH HER YOU ARE A DICK TO WOMEN AND MY SISTER DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU!”
- at first Dallas was like pfft ok sure ya I’ll leave her alone but after leaving the Curtis house he couldn’t help but feel the sore lump in his throats when he thought about what Soda said and how true it was
- Dallas isn’t one to give up so he starts shaping up…subtly
- let’s be real here he didnt think u noticed but you did and you were kinda rooting for the dork
- OKOK SO LIKE YOU WOULD TRY AND GET HIM ALL FLUSTERED BECAUSE LETS BE REAL HOW CUTE IS A BLUSHING CLUMSY DALLAS
- then one day he finally swallows his pride (and a few shots of liquid courage) and puts on the best clothes he owned and marched all the way to your house to talk to Soda (he knew Darry wouldn’t be a problem because Darry trusted soda and if soda was cool with it darry would understand)
- you just happened to be there to see what went down
- “What the fuck do you want Winston?”
- “I wanted to ask you if I could date your sister.”
- “Good one, buddy.”
- “Soda please what do I have to do to prove to you that I won’t hurt her?!”
- “YOUVE PROVED ENOUGH TO ME OVER THE YEARS DALLAS! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF, WHAT MAKES HER SO DIFFERENT THEN ALL THE OTHER GIRLS YOU USED AND THREW TO THE SIDE HUH?”
- “SHES DIFFERENT BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”
- abort AboRt abORt ABORT
- Dallas ran out that house so fast
- they mustn’t know that I have emotions
- You followed him tho :-)
- “Were you telling the truth?”
- Dallas stopped in his tracks, he would know that voice anywhere
- he didn’t want to turn around to look at you
- with a crackly, raspy voice he responded with “Ya”
-“Good”
- you walked right up to that big dork and kissed him
- THE POOR BOY WAS SO CONFUSED BUT HE STILL WRAPPED HIS HANDS AROUND UR WAIST SO TIGHT CUZ LIKE YOU ARE FINALLY IN HIS ARMS AND HE AINT LETTIN YOU GO

✨bonus✨
- Soda was very reluctant at first
- he would glare at dally when ever he saw him
- you snapped him out of it tho and he slowly started to notice how dally was treating you and how much he actually cared
- DARRY IS SURPRISED AS FUCK BECAUSE LIKE???? SODA HE TRUSTED YOU AND U LET THIS HAPPEN
- Darry learns to accept it tho over time
- OKOK YALL ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE OUT THERE LIKE HES THE BAD GUY THAT HAS A SOFT SPOT ONLY FOR YOU AND HE DOESNT EVEN HIDE IT HES LIKE YA SHES MINE AND IF YOU TOUCH HER ILL FUCKING POUND YOUR FACE IN MAN
- YALL ARE THE TULSA POWER COUPLE

it's a shame i'm a dream (narry)

Note: before you guys read this I just need to tell you idk what happened i was just in the shower and then this came up in my head 

Summary: Harry was the type of beautiful that belonged in magazines, the type of beauty that everybody should see. But Niall didn’t mind being the only one witnessing it at the moment. 

Niall’s an Ed Sheeran-esque singer and Harry is the lovely boy he meets at a venue, they hit it off. 

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MINHO - Reflex

Request: hey, i love your blog!! could u write a maze runner imagine where the reader is the new greenie and the only girl, and jumps out oft he box and starts running but someone (newt or something idm) grabs her but by instinct she hits him, then feels really guilty and sorry? sorry if this doesn’t make much sense , but i love ur writing and ur awesome!!!

(Thank you so very much! Anyway, I hope it’s alright with ya that I wrote Minho. It seemed to me that he would be the first to run after the crazy new greenie running cuz he’s a keeper of the runners =3 i hope this is to your liking!)

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Sunlight hit your eyes and blinded your vision. The opening of the metal box had just creaked open and you now stood face to face with a crowd of boys looking down on you with uncertainty in their face. You cautiously stood up, never breaking eye contact.

“That’s not a boy,” someone had whispered, the silence amplifying the sound.

“A girl, that’s what they call it,” replied another.

Questions were already racing through your head but you shook them all off and pushed them away. You didn’t need those questions right now. You just wanted a way out. And you found it. Directly on top of you, a gap was in between the crowd of boys. Wide enough for you to scoot through if you ran fast enough. Where would you end up? Didn’t matter. You would figure that part out later.

Ready?

Gritting your teeth, you leapt up and out of the box and sprinted as fast as your legs could carry you. Jeers from the boys arose. “We’ve got ourselves a runner here!”

Good, keep going. Keep running.

You looked everywhere around you, just green grass and four gray walls. Where exactly were you going?

Keep running, keep running.

The cheers from behind you had gotten louder and you didn’t care for the reason why. You didn’t know them, you didn’t know this place and there was no reason for you to look back at them.

You gotta get out, you gotta get out.

All of a sudden, an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back. You shrieked at the sudden, unfamiliar and unwanted contact. “Let me go!” you yelled and elbowed the one who held you captive hard in the torso.  You heard the thud as he yelped in pain but your attempt to escape resulted in failure.

 “What did you do that for, shank?” he said as the other arm came around you and tackled you to the ground. With a groan, your back hit the cold grass and you felt your brain shake in your skull. Despite the pain, you found yourself staring into dark brown eyes of a tanned and black-haired boy, panting and trying to catch his breath. He had both your arms pinned to the side of your head while his strong build hovered over your fragile body and you didn’t know what to make of the situation.

Your chest heaved up and down as you panted but he seemed unfazed, his eyes still locked with yours. Truthfully, it felt like all of time had frozen.

But he was a stranger. You didn’t know him. You had every right to protest.

“Let me go,” you said through gritted teeth .

“Nope,” he smiled mischievously. “Not until Alby gets here.”

Who?

“I’ll say it again,” you muttered harshly. “Let. Me. Go.” You tried to strain your wrists with the hope of being able to slip past his grip.

“Stop trying, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go!” you yelled as you struck your knee against his thigh.

“Didn’t hurt, nice try,” he chuckled.

“Minho, easy,” another voice said. This Minho boy looked up and so did you, a very authoritative looking man greeting your sight. “I’ll take it from here.”

Minho stood up but still held you by one wrist in case you tried to make a run for it again. “All yours, Alby.”

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The Glade. Gladers. You didn’t know your name but you were one of them now. You stared into the fire as lunch was being prepared by the person who had introduced himself to you as Frypan. You sat alone, too afraid to talk to anyone and everyone else seemed too busy in their own conversations to talk to you anyway. Every inch of your new environment threatened you in every away despite all of what Alby had said. You didn’t want to be here.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone sit beside you until his knee accidentally brushed against his yours. Surprised, you flinched in your seat as you heard a familiar chuckle.

“Name’s Minho,” he smiled

Oh. The boy who pinned you down.

“I know,” you mumbled. Slightly happy at the thought of company yet still afraid and wondering why he had even bothered to sit next you.

“Guessing you can’t tell me your name yet,” he casually replied as he took a swig of something that had a terrible stench which shot straight up through your nose.

“Right,” you wrinkled your nose then pinched the bridge, unwilling to smell more of what it was he was drinking. “What is that? That smells disgusting.”

“Frypan’s brew. Goes down like liquid fire but you get quite used to it,” he laughed as he took another swig.

“I liked how you ran,” he added.

“You liked how I ran? I elbowed you and struck you with my knee,” you began. “Oh, right, I’m really sorry for that!” you added as you shook your head in disapproval of your demeanor earlier on. You really did feel quite guilty.

He chuckled. “It’s alright, greenie. Reflexes, we all have them. And you’ve got ‘em pretty good.”

You felt an uncontrollable smile claim your lips and it was honestly the most secure you’ve ever felt since the moment you bolted from that box.

“Thanks,” you shyly responded as heat crept up to your cheeks.

“You’re gonna fit in just fine,” he said as he chuckled again and his low chuckle this time made you feel something very different but very likeable. Unfamiliar, yet pleasing.

He turned to look at you and electricity connected between your eyes. You knew because you felt your skin shiver and currents run through your veins.

“I already like you,” he mumbled as he immediately shut himself up with the last mouthful of brew. 

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Honey, I'm fine (Luke Hemmings Imagine, Part 2)

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PART 1 / PART 3 / PART 4

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“I said WHAT?” Luke looked baffled. “No wonder she isn’t answering my calls, ugh.” He tried calling you one more time, but you were determined not to give in so quickly. Luke was your best friend and of course you would forgive him in no time, but you though, why not have a little fun with it while you’re at it.

‘(Y/N), I’m so sorrrrrrrry. Pls answer meeee :((( ‘He texted you after you weren’t answering his calls.

‘Pleaaaaase, I need my bestie. I feel like shit and I need you to come and take care of me :(‘ He texted again. You decided to text him back, just so he knew that you were still mad at him.

‘…’ That was all that you texted him. The response came almost immediately.

‘OMG, thank god youre speaking to meee.’

‘Now will you come and take care of me?’

‘Please?’

He texted you several messages, clearly full of anticipation.

‘You made your bed, now lay in it. ;) ‘

‘Soo, I take this you’re still mad at me, huh?’

‘Ya think??’

 He called you again, so you decided to pick up the phone this time.

“(Y/N)…”  He sighed. “I know, that you said that I shouldn’t go and I know that this is all my fault now, but don’t you think you’re overreacting a little here? ”

“Oh, my, God Luke, that is so not the point. I don’t care if you went or not. That’s your thing. But…”

“Exactly, it’s my thing. Then why did you have to embarrass me in front of all of my friends by giving me a lecture?

He interjected you and at this point, you were fuming.

Are you freaking kidding me? I embarrassed YOU?”  You screamed a little. “I was just looking out for you, not giving you a lecture! “

“Well I’m sorry for having a good time.” He interrupted again.

“Yea, well I’m sorry for trying to be a good friend.”

“Oh c’mon, honey…”

“Stop calling me honey…”  You said frustrated and hung up on him. You didn’t know this would turn out to be such a big deal, but you were furious at this point. I embarrassed him? You thought to yourself. Your phone screen lit up with picture of the two of you, as he was calling you again, but you declined while mumbling some curse words intentioned for Luke.

 2 DAYS LATER

You still haven’t made amends with Luke after your petty fight and tonight was their concert. Their very big and important concert. The concert, that you were supposed to attend as the boys’ mental support in the backstage. But you didn’t feel like facing Luke just yet, so when Calum called you about the backstage passes; you just politely declined. But that only resulted at Luke getting mad at you.

‘Are you freaking kiddin ME? Why aren’t you going?’

‘Cuz I don’t feel like it. ;)’ You texted him back. He called you in matter of seconds.

“What?” You asked annoyed.

“I can’t believe you! You are so selfish!…” You were taken back with his words and didn’t say anything so Luke continued with his rage.

And just because you’re mad at me for some stupid little shit and you’re too self-centered or too proud to forgive me. (Y/N), the guys really wanted you there! I…” You cut him off. You hung up on him and immediately call another number.

“Hey Caleb, any chance you wanna go to a concert with me?”

At the concert

Caleb was the guy you went on one date with, but never really went on another, because Luke didn’t like him, for some reason. You didn’t really think anything about it, since you would do this a lot to each other. Give one another advice on each other’s love life and such. But since you were really angry at Luke currently, you thought, well, why not add a little bit of fuel to the fire. When you two arrived at the venue, you drank some shots and then you made your way to the very front of the audience and waited for the boys to start.

When they started, you even somehow managed to forget about the fact that your best friend, that you were currently mad at, was on the stage right in front of you. You were having such a great time with Caleb. You caught a glimpse of Calum and received a confused look from him, but didn’t really think much about it. Maybe it was due to the amount of alcohol running through your body, or the fact that you couldn’t really concentrate on anything else than grinding on your hot date. Either way, you didn’t noticed Calum speaking to Luke while Ashton was talking to the audience. You didn’t notice Luke glaring at you the whole time. But you did noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket with new text from Luke.

‘I thought I told u to stay away from him..’ You grinned to yourself. At first you just wanted to tease him, because you knew he didn’t approve of him, but now that you were having such a great time with Caleb, you decided to take it up a notch, so you texted Luke ‘Honey, I’m fine ;)’, then turned around and slowly started to make out with Caleb.

 

It’s been awhile. I know…you’ve missed these…LOL

It did not surprise her that he was behaving like a baby.

She thought it was pretty frickin adorable, actually.

So she didn’t mind playing his nursemaid, because if anyone deserved some babying, some needed TLC - it was her man.

Even though she did tell him that this was going to be the likely result of not getting the flu shot this year.

But alas. Maks was sick with the flu, & while Larisa came & went, it was Meryl he wanted. Meryl he needed.

And wasn’t that just fucking great.

She had just reheated some of Larisa’s chicken soup. It was an old Ukranian recipe, and it was delicious. The older woman had demanded that Meryl have some as well when she had prepared it in Maks’ kitchen, declaring that “you don’t have to be sick to have some soup.”

She had added, “And he won’t eat it until he sees you eating it. My Maks is stubborn, & won’t admit to being sick & needing some soup.”

Truer words had never been spoken.

He had suffered through intensifying coughs & sneezes before he even admitted he felt off-kilter. It took him nearly passing out at a business meeting with his father & Alex before he even admitted that he wasn’t a hundred percent. Meryl had been in the U of M library when she got the frantic call from Alex, telling her that Maks needed her.

She was on the next flight out.

Maks had almost tore Alex a new one when he found out that he had called Meryl, furious that Alex made Meryl fly out for a “trumped up cold.” He was threatening to make Alex pay for Meryl’s flight when Meryl had had it.

“Maks! He called me because he loves you. And at least he had the decency to tell me that you haven’t been feeling well for almost two weeks! And you almost pass out in a business meeting - how can you ignore all the signs?!?!? And Alex will not be paying for my flight, Maksim! If anything, you will be paying for my flight, because this wouldn’t have happened if you had just listened to me & gotten that stupid flu shot!”

She would’ve continued to rag on him…if Alex hadn’t cleared his throat.

She whirled around, temper flairing, “What, Alex?”

He smirked. “Um, thanks for the defense, Mer…but. Um. Maks is passed out.”

She whirled back around towards the bed, to find out, that Maks had indeed, passed out.

She sighed in defeat.

"Don’t be pissed at him.”

She looked at Alex, eyebrows arched. “He just chewed you out. And you don’t want me to be mad at him?”

Alex smiled, rocked back on his heels. “I would’ve done it, ya know. Pay for your flight.”

She looked at him, bemused. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “Anything to get you over here. You have no idea, how scared shitless we all were. We were going over ideas…and he just keeled over.” He drew a deep breath. “He was burning up. Thank frickin God for Nicole. She was the only one who remembered that he complained about fighting off a cold a couple of weeks ago. We had called the paramedics, cuz Maks was just…passed out. He was already coming to when the ambulance came. He had a fever of almost a hundred & two…& still wanted to continue the meeting.” He chuckled. “Larisa & Sasha were almost out of their minds with worry, & they both blew up at him for not taking caring of himself. That car ride back to Jersey was fun.”

And now, here she was, 2 days later, ladling soup into a bowl for her very sick man.

She loved it.

She placed the bowl of soup on the tray she had prepared, complete with orange juice and a roll. She was hoping that she could convince him to eat more than 4 spoonfuls of soup today.

She went up the stairs, being careful not to spill any of the soup or the orange juice. She walked into his bedroom. She found him sitting up against the headboard, looking miserable.

And absolutely gorgeous.

Her heart literally pinged with love for him.

He looked over at her as she walked in with the tray, his eyes never leaving her form as she placed the tray on the nightstand. She was wearing his clothes, and even though they were a thousand times too big on her, he thought she never looked sexier.

Stupid frickin flu.

“Time to eat, Maks,” she said softly.

“I’m not hungry,” he replied petulantly, a frown marring his perfect features.

He’s adorable, she thought.

“C’mon, Maks. Do you want me to get in trouble with you mother? Cuz she’ll tear me a new one if she sees I can’t get you eating…”

"No,” he corrected. “She will not, in fact, tear you a new one. She will, on the other hand, tear me a new one for not eating & giving you trouble.”

"She wouldn’t! You’re sick!” Meryl exclaimed.

“Oh yes, she would,” he muttered darkly. “Sick or not. Congratulations, princess. You’re the new favorite.”

She shushed him, though he could tell she was secretly pleased. Maks knew that his family - blood & extended - could be intimidating. The fact that they not only welcomed Meryl, but also loved her (though not ever as much as he did, thankyouverymuch) was a gift. She filled all the empty spaces, all those open crevices that he always thought would remain empty.

Until her.

He watched as she swirled the soup with a spoon, blowing softly on the hot liquid. They had not slept in the same bed together since she got to Jersey. Even though she had gotten that damned flu shot (which he could now admit was probably a fucking great idea), they both (though more him than her, truth be told) didn’t want to risk her getting sick.

But…he missed her. Missed holding her in his arms, even though he was still weak and utterly miserable from this stupid flu.

“You got your flu shot, right?” he asked gruffly.

She looked up at him. “Y-yeah.”

“So there’s no chance of you getting sick? Being here with me?”

Her face clouded with confusion. “I-I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think so.”

He grabbed one of her hands, started rubbing the knuckles. “I miss you, Meryl,” he said softly.

And she understood.

It always amazed him how she always seemed to.

Her face softened, and she turned her hand so their finger entertwined. “How about we make a deal?” She started rocking from side to side, tilting her head to the side. “You eat half of this bowl, and I’ll stay here with you.”

All night?”

His voice…though joking, held…something.

She cupped his face in her hands, rubbed his red nose with her pale one. “Forever.”

He smiled for what felt like the first time in months, and kissed her forehead. “Done,” he whispered.

She giggled softly, and turned to grab the bowl. “C’mon then, baby. I’ll even feed you…”