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okay seriously reblog if you're older than 12
So far only about 400 people
:| This worries me deeply
Everyone following me better be over 12.9
You have to be it’s in the tumblr terms and conditions
Wait no there has to be more of us then that…. D :
COME ON PEOPLE, THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE.
can you do one where Dally finds out his girlfriend's ex is stalking her and he hits her?
Yepyep!
Could you write a Dally imagine where you and him have been going at it for awhile and he's starting to really fall for you then you two get in this huge fight and you threaten to leave him. After you tell him that he breaks down and tells you how much he loves you and how he'd be lost without you :)
I'll try. c:
Do and imagine where one of the Curtis brothers walk in on soda and the reader doing something dirty ;)
This'll be fun. :D
Sodapop Curtis Imagine #2
(Y/N) climbs into the bathtub filled with warm, tepid water and countless of suds, her boyfriend climbing in after her.
"Ohhhh my God this feels so good." she mumbles, dipping her hair in the water. Sodapop chuckles.
"I can't even remember the last time I took a bubble bath." Soda says. "Probably three years old."
"I was five when I last took one. Is it weird that I only take baths when I'm sick?" she asks. "And I'm never sick."
"Nah, that ain't weird at all." he says. (Y/N) mumbles an 'okay' and continues to relax. Sodapop slapped a mischievous grin on his face and takes a handful of bubbles, slowly crawling towards (Y/N)'s side of the tub and smears her face with bubbles.
She gasps and coughs a bit, Soda cracking up. "Sodapop Curtis!"
"What? You look gorgeous." he laughs again. (Y/N) pouts and splashes sud-filled water on him. He wipes his eyes and watches her laugh.
"Oh, you gonna get it, missy." he laughs and tackles her, tickling her and splashing water all over her.
During the interval, Darry stopped doing the dishes to listen to the couple's laughs fill the home. He shakes his head and resumes his tasks. "I gotta get outta the house again." he grumbles.
Can I have a Johnny Cade imagine where the reader gets jumped by the socs and Johnny comes and saves the day
Perfecto!
Can you do one of soda and the reader taking a bubble bath together? c:
Aww, sure! :3 Would it be just adorable or slightly heated?
Soo... can I have a few requests before I head to bed?
I might be able to do one or two tonight since I have school tomorrow, but at least my blog will be somewhat productive! :3
Sodapop Curtis Imagine #1
"Soda?" (Y/N) asks from the door of his/Pony's room. Soda looks up from the bed.
"What's up, babe?" he asks.
"I can't sleep. My parents are fightin' again." she mumbles. "Can I crash here for tonight?"
Soda shoots his trademark smile. "Of course you can. You don't need permission. Want me to get ya some blankets?"
She nods as he gets up to grab some extra blankets. They walk to the couch as he begins to spread out the blankets for his girl.
"Can you stay on the couch with me?" she asks. He smiles again and nods, climbing onto the couch and wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s waist, nuzzling the back of her neck with his nose.
"Mmm... Soda?" (Y/N) asks.
"Yeah?" he whispers..
"When your life is close to its end, what would you like to look back? Like, what thoughts would you have before you die?"
Soda chuckles. "Where is this coming from?"
She shrugs and turns to face him. "Just a random thought, I guess."
"Hmm..." Sodapop scrunches his nose a bit to think. "The moments I spent with you." he says.
"Really?" (Y/N) smiles. He smiles and places a kiss on her nose.
"Of course. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. Seriously, you're the reason why I wake up everyday. I try to hurry up with work so I can come home to see you, to hold you and kiss you forever."
(Y/N) was on the verge of tearing up. She smiles and kisses him tenderly, bringing him closer to her. "I love you, too." she whispers.
"What about you? What would you remember?" he asks.
"Would it be cheatin' if I said the same thing you said?" Soda chuckles and kisses her head.
You laughed, tilting the can of beer back, swallowing the last gulp.
You had just gotten home from a night out with your boyfriend, Ponyboy.
The two of you were just hanging out his front porch, drinking Heinekens, laughing the night away.
He had undone his tie and the top button of his Oxford shirt, his sleeves rolled up.
You had kicked off your heels, and pulled off your pantyhose, and sat in your cocktail dress on the porch swing.
He been pacing back and forth, babbling on about something hilarious, when all of a sudden he stops, and looks at you with a grin.
He takes a step toward you, holding out his hand.
“Dance with me?” His eyes twinkle.
You shake your head. “It’s two in the morning… And there is no music and I don’t know how.”
He just grins, grabbing your hand, pulling you up from the swing.
“I’ll teach you.” He says, lifting you up so you’re standing on his feet. “And I can make music… It’s not that hard.”
“If you say so…” You mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You ready?”
You nod.
“Alright, it’s just like a sway back and forth… Put the beer down I don’t want it spilling on me.”
You drop the can, letting it fall to the porch with a clang.
“… And you hold your hands like this.”
He grabs hold of your hand, holding it out, and puts the other hand on your back.
“Now you put your hand on my shoulder.”
You follow his instructions, looking up at him expectantly.
He smiles. “So now, we dance.”
He moves his feet in a sort of box step, and starts to sing quietly.
“Bum…. Bum bum bum… Ba da bum… Ba bum…”
You smile.
“Bum… Bum bum… Bum bum…” He continues, chuckling a little.
You smile, looking down, blushing.
“Hey.” He stops singing. “A big part of dancing is keeping eye contact.”
You just rest your head on his shoulder, and he continues singing into the silent night.
“Bum… Bum bum…ba da bum… Ba dum…”
He kisses the top of your forehead, then keeps on singing, dancing you around.
“Ba da da dum… Ba dum… Ba bum… Ba da dum…”
“Ponyboy?”
“Hmm?”
“Could we just stay like this forever?”
It’s silent for a second.
He finally answers. “I wish… But life moves on.” He mutters. “They won’t stop to watch us dance.”
“I wish they would.” You whisper.
“Hey, we’ll still be fine. We can dance whenever we want. You’re getting better.”
You just grin, burying your head into his shoulder.
“Bum… Ba bum… Ba bum… Ba bum….”
JUST SHOWING ITS MINE
MINE
My favorite of all time. <3
reblog and make a wish
this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so
i have to
why not
i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck
hmmmmmmmmmmmm
here goes nothing
well lets see
love this
i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post
and now he’s my bf
..WISHING AGAIN. YAY
you :(
Not going to lie, I made a wish when I reblogged this this morning, and my wish came true an hour ago.
1 million notes omfg
AWW FUCK YISS, GURL.
Darry Curtis Imagine #1
"Sit your ass back down, Darrel Curtis. You ain't goin' nowhere with that fever." (Y/N) says strictly, his girlfriend of three years. Darry grins at his girl's sincere voice. He opens his mouth to say something, but soon turns into a coughing fit. He plops his head hard against the pillow of the couch. (Y/N) sits next to him, soothing Darry's tousled up, greased hair.
"I'm gonna make some soup for you." she smiles, getting up. Before she could leave, he grabs a hold of her hand.
"Stay here." he says in a raspy voice. (Y/N) smiled and sat next to him, his head on her lap. She continues to soothe his hair as he closes his eyes lightly.
"You gotta let me make you soup, Dar. It'll make you feel better." she said worriedly. "You worry about everyone else, but now it's my turn to worry about you."
He grins at her statement and nods, keeping his mouth shut for two reasons: one is so he wouldn't have a coughing fit, and second is so that (Y/N) doesn't protest again. She gets up and begins to make soup in the kitchen, at times looking back at Darry's exhausted figure.
She finishes the soup not too long after, taking the bowl to the couch. Darry sits up and grabs the spoon, but (Y/N) takes it away. "I'll feed you."
"What?" he asks in a raspy voice.
"Shh." she shushes him, dipping the spoon in the broth and putting it to Darry's lips. He hesitantly opens and lets (Y/N) feed him like a child. When he finishes, he lays his head back down on her lap as she runs her soft fingers through his hair.
"Did I tell you that I love you?" he asks softly. (Y/N) giggles.
"Way more than you can imagine."
"Well I do." he whispers once more, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"I just expect the same treatment when I get sick." she teases. Darry chuckles, but stopping before he has another coughing fit.
"Anything for you, dove."
Can I have some requests?
