give me your keys

Prompt # 151

“What the heck did you just do?!”

“You know, I’m not entirely sure, but I think I might have just summoned a demon?”

Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop

Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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mine || theo raeken

description: in which you ask him to take his frustrations out on you

requested by: anonymous

warnings: bdsm, daddy kink, dom!theo, swearing, orgasm denial, begging

Theo was, by nature, very protective over the things that belonged to him. You were no exception, either. You’d surely pity any fool that so much as lifted a finger against you, because you knew for certain that Theo would go after them.

Of course, he had become a little more tame in the time that you’d been together, but that was because you were the only one that knew how to anchor him and keep him in control. However, there were still times when Theo went a little overboard when it came to protecting you.

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Key To My Heart

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

Request: could you write an imagine where Y/N ex comes to her apartment while shawn is there to return the house key he still has and shawn gets all jealous and ends up hurt because he never got a key to your apartment. And then it turns into smut because your smut is the best.Love you!❤️

A/N: I feel like smut wasn’t the way to go sorry my dude but I hope you like it!! Thank you sm, ily2. Sorry for the shittiest ending in the world lol.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Dylan.

“Who is this?” Shawn asked me.

“Who are you?” Dylan asked him.

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Yoongi Scenario: I’ll Give You The Sun.

Request: I wanted to request a “proposal”, where Yoongi asks y/n to marry him. Thank you girls + I’ll put both my requests in one ask! My first request is a late night trip with yoongi (like he calls you in the middle of the night for a car trip and takes reader to the sea [and there he propose to her])

Genre: Romance.

You woke up a bit startled, not expecting Yoongi’s lips just above your right ear making you tingle and confused at the same time.

-What is it babe?-

He kissed your ear making you have goosebumps. -Wake up-

You opened your eyes completely and sat. -But what is it? Yoongi it’s like… the middle of the night- you said not even knowing what time it was.

-Come on, get up and get dressed- he smiled when he turned on the lights and then you noticed he was fully dressed, jeans, a black t-shirt that exposed his collarbones if he leaned forward and a denim jacket. 

You were on a little vacation retreat in Jeju Island, it was your second day on the island and you had big plans for the rest of week, several activities typical of Jeju and of course lots of sleep, both of you needed that. So it took you by surprise that Yoongi was so eager to go out in the middle of the night. But then it made you remember that you used to do it a lot when you started dating, late night trips around the city. A smile came to your face and you got up from the bed, your boyfriend was such a low-key romantic. 

-Give me a second then-

You wondered what you should wear for this night late night extravaganza Yoongi had in mind. You giggle at the thought, he’d frown and grumble if you told him that. You went for a a little summer dress, you were in an island after all, so you had brought mostly shorts and dresses, but you wanted to be comfortable so you threw on the pretty black dress with purple and pink flowers print, the sleeves were long but they got wider from your elbow to your wrist making the simple dress have a trendy cut, you saw the rather low v-neck and decided that you had to also throw on a jacket just in case the night was chilly.

-Where are we going Yoongi?- you asked when you walked out of the bathroom. You had rushed on the light makeup and your hair since part of the emotion of the late night trips was the rush and the unexpected, but you still wanted to look nice.

-It’s a surprise- he said not giving anything away.

You pouted. -I just want to know if I’m good-

Yoongi came closer to you, and this time his smile didn’t fit on his face, it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back. -What?-

-You are beautiful Y/N- he leaned down and pecked your lips. -Let’s go-

You went together hand by hand, the hotel was well illuminated this late, but it was lone aside from some occasional personnel you encountered as you walked your way out of the building, it was a chilly night as you had suspected, you walked through the gardens and the pools the hotel had just before you found the exit to the beach. 

-Yoongi, what is this? where are we going?-

He smiled more and squeezed your hand as you started to walk in the sand, it slipped through your sandals and it was all over his shoes.

-You’ll see Y/N, just follow me-

You laughed. -I’m following you babe, but this…-

-Are you nervous?- he teased and you pushed his shoulder making him laugh louder.

-Wait a moment- you said leaning down to take off your sandals. - Yoongi!- you nagged when he snapped a picture of you as you were taking them off. He laughed and you shook your head knowing it couldn’t be helped -You too babe- you said as he complied and took off his shoes. -It’s so weird you came here with those and not your beloved sandals-

-I forgot, I wasn’t thinking about my footwear for tonight-

You sharpened your gaze with a coy smile. -And what were you thinking then?-

Yoongi smiled like a fool and squeezed your hand again, was he nervous? -Come Y/N-

The sand was cold and it was very smooth to the touch, so it was like a having a little massage as you walked through the scattered umbrellas that were closed for the night and the dozens lounge chairs in which you had come earlier to doze off. The hotel was beautiful at day time, but at this hour it had another feeling, more so with your heart pumping fast at the expectation of what Yoongi had in mind.

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Helicopter (NSFW)

Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, controlling/judgmental parents, smut

A/N: Since it was most requested that I do this request next, and I had some time tonight I decided to bang it out real quick. No pun intended. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what else you guys would like to see, my inbox is starting to run low. Also, I’m gonna work on linking my rec list in my bio for anyone who wants it.

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omelettesareevil  asked:

Fic where Michael isn't wearing his jacket bc he threw up all over it when he got out of his car so it's in his car but he's v cold (post squip)

Michael regretted ever showing up for school that day. His stomach had been turning since he woke up and the 10 minute drive hadn’t helped. As soon as he’d climbed out of his car his stomach churned dangerously and he hiccuped once before puking down the front of his zipped up jacket. Instead of going home like a normal person would, he just unzipped his hoodie and threw it in the backseat.

Now Michael was wandering through the halls to his first period class, shivering and miserable. Michael had worn that red jacket to school everyday since he got it in 8th grade. It was a part of his personality. So of course Jeremy was bound to ask a million questions about it.

“Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?” Jeremy asked before Michael even managed to sit down. Michael sighed and ran his shaky hands through his hair.

“I forgot it this morning. It was in the laundry.”

“You never forget your jacket though.” Michael wrapped his arms around himself to hide his shivers. Avoiding the truth was gonna be harder than he originally thought. Jeremy stared at him with a calculating look. Michael just shrugged and looked away. He tried to pay attention during class but his stomach was gurgling and he was so cold. Without his jacket on he was completely vulnerable to the schools harsh A/C.

“-chael, class is over. Can you hear me?” Jeremy’s voice rushed into focus all at once. Michael looked up to see Jeremy crouched down in front of his desk, minus his usual black jacket. “Michael?”

Michael blinked slow, he wasn’t as cold as before, though he didn’t remember falling asleep during class. “Uh, yeah I hear ya.”

“Give me your car keys, I’m driving you home.” Jeremy said grabbing both of their backpacks. Michael made no move to get up. “Cmon man.”

Michael reluctantly stood, his legs wobbly. Something slid off his shoulders and he saw Jeremy’s jacket. Jeremy dropped his bag and put the jacket back over Michael’s shoulders. He then led the two of them out of the school building to the parking lot. He opened the door to throw their things in the backseat and was met with the stink of vomit and Michael’s wadded up jacket.

“Jesus Christ. Did you throw up earlier?” Jeremy turned to Michael who nodded weakly. Jeremy sighed and helped him into the passenger seat before hopping into the drivers seat.

Michael shivered faintly as Jeremy began driving. “Hey dude?”

Jeremy glanced at him briefly. “Yeah, what’s up?”


On My Mind

Requested by: me cause the thirst is real and our Collective Husband deserves our undying love

Prompt: #31 “I don’t hate you.” (Luke Alvez x Reader)

A/N: Guess who’s back in the CM fandom, peeps? :D Credit to @imagicana for helping me when I got stuck and for being amazing by reading it and making very useful comments. The whole Roxy thing was her idea! Thank you, dear! :)
I forgot to add that the title also came from her :D
Requests are still closed, by the way!

I swear I tried to keep this short *sweats*

Warning: Season 12 spoilers ahead!

Originally posted by princediana

Garcia was complaining about your co-worker Luke again, or the Newbie, as she called him despite the fact that he had been part of the team for months now. She still kind of hated him because she felt he had taken Morgan’s place.

‘No one kicks doors down like my chocolate thunder,’ she told you from the couch one day after you asked her why she could not tolerate him. You had been hanging out together all afternoon during a rare yet peaceful Sunday.

‘You should at least try to be civil with him, you know?’ you advised, moving to the kitchen to refill your tea mugs as she tried to choose another movie to watch.

‘Why? He’s always trying to find ways to mock me,’ she tried to defend her behaviour.

‘That’s only because you mock him first,’ you replied as you came back and settled against the cushions. ‘You liked his dog, right? Roxy? At least try to bond with him over that.’

‘Maybe,’ Garcia said and brought an end to that conversation as she started gushing about some random actor.

Now, if you had the ability to travel back in time, you would probably go back to that exact moment and say something different.

Because in hindsight, telling your friend to bond with the guy you found mildly attractive and tried not to stare at all the time might be considered a mistake by some people. But, back then, you didn’t know that this infatuation was going to develop into anything else.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it happened. It was more of a gradual thing. The feelings grew with each passing day and new little quirk or endearing trait you discovered about him…

The way he smiled from across the room and waved at you in the mornings made your stomach flip. The way he stood in front of you when an UnSub got too close once (and then apologised because he didn’t want you to feel belittled by his overprotective nature) made you feel warm all over each time you remembered. The way he furrowed his eyebrows when he concentrated too hard on something made you want to reach out and smooth his handsome features.

It was all too much. You had troubles keeping a straight face and a blush from taking over your face whenever he complimented you on something you had done or how you had styled your hair that day. You thought, maybe, you stood a chance. All you needed to do was figure out if the things he told you were part of his personality, like Morgan’s constant stream of flirtatious comments, or if he actually liked you.

However, all your hope went down the drain and your heart sunk in your chest when you heard he and Garcia were on a first name basis now. You could not believe you had let yourself be fooled once more. It was the same feeling you got when you heard them starting to talk more comfortably to each other and again when Garcia showed you the little cat Luke had given her to cheer her up.

So one day, when you saw them chatting quietly in the hallway and laughing, you finally decided to step down. Your friendship with Garcia was a lot more important to you than some new guy. Even if he was the first person you were interested in after years of one-time dates that never led to anything.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and left the files you had been carrying in Garcia’s office. You got back to your desk and hoped that you didn’t get a case that day. You really just wanted to go home and wallow in self-pity in the comfort of your bed.

Thankfully, an hour later, with no case in sight, the team started getting ready to leave for the day while they chatted about their plans for the weekend. You discreetly grabbed your purse and made your way to the lift, trying not to bring any attention to yourself.

When the lift finally stopped in the parking lot, you almost ran straight to your car. You drove for a long while, willing your mind to calm down and accept the fact that you had never stood a chance, especially against Garcia. Feeling another wave of sadness hit you, you parked the car outside a coffee shop.

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"Looking" Zach Dempsey Imagine

“Have you seen Zach?” you asked to nobody in particular. You walked throughout Bryce’s backyard, filled with a bunch of drunk, wet teenagers. “Zach!?” you yelled. You knew he wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you could try. “ZACH?!” You wanted to go home and Zach was your ride. It’s not that you don’t enjoy a good party, you would just much rather be laying in bed binge watching Friends on Netflix. As you wandered around the party and Zach was no where to be seen you pondered just walking home. It was only like, two miles. But two miles in heals is like ten. You decided to give up and you sat down on a lawn chair. You sighed and rested your head in your hands. “Heeeyyyyy!!!! (Y/n)!!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” the screaming startled you. You opened your eyes to see a totally wasted Zach in front of you. He could barely even stand up on his own. You groaned, too tired to deal with this. “Zach I want to go home. Give me your keys and I will drop you off on my way.” you put your hand out, asking for the keys. “Aww, come on (Y/n. I’m having a good time!” Zach sat on the ground in front of you. “I can tell.” “Okay, how about, if-if you and me and you,” Zach stumbled over every word, “how about we just go back to your home and we like pop in a good movie and cuddle?” “Anything but this party Zach.” you agreed and stood up. You grabbed Zach by his arms, taking the beer out of his hand and throwing it on the ground. “Come on, I’ll help you walk to the car.” You and Zach stumbled your way to his car, him mumbling about some nerdy freshman he saw doing a keg-stand the whole time. When you got to his car you opened the door for him and helped him get in the passenger seat. You helped him put on his seat belt then walked over to the drivers door. You heard Zach’s door open again and you sighed. “Seriously, Zach. Stay in the car.” you walked back over to his side to see him leaning out of the car, practically on the ground. He was throwing up, and one thing you knew about Zach was that he hates throwing up, I mean everyone does, but he really does. He always needs to have someone by his side when he is puking out all of his stomachs contents. You went over and kneeled next to him, careful to mind the pile of vomit on the ground. You put your hand on his arm to let him know you were there. “It’s okay, Zach. You’re gonna be fine.” You brushed his hair away from his face. “Just try to breathe.” I will find you some water. “No, (Y/n). Don’t go.” Zach reached out to you. “I’m just going to be inside. It will take me two seconds. I promise.” you ran inside and grabbed a bottle of water out of Bryce’s fridge. When you got back to Zach he was puking again. You bent down next to him again, “Hey. Try to calm down. It will help.” you said and you handed him the water. After a few seconds of Zach just sitting and breathing he sat back up in his seat and took a drink of water. “Better?” you asked. “Better.” he assured. You walked over to the drivers side once more and got in. You put on your seatbelt and started the car, “Let’s go cuddle and watch movies.” you smiled.

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Stand By Me - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Reader.


Originally posted by itsyoungbeliever

“I’m gonna kill him is what I’m gonna do.” Stiles paced back and forth in front of you.

“No, you’re going to calmly talk to him.”

“Theo kissed you! Why would I not kill him?”

“Babe, to be fair he didn’t know that we’re dating.”

Stiles stopped walking and looked at you. He crossed his arms and squinted. “I talk about you every waking moment of the day. He knows. He even asked for your name.”

You mimic his actions, crossing your arms. “Seriously?”

He nods and sighs.

“Kill him! Go now! I support you and any decision you make.”

He laughs and kisses your nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now if you’re going to kill him let me come.”

He grabs your hands, looking at you quizzically.

“Well?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I’m thinking..” He stays silent. “Okay! Let’s go.” He walks with you out to the Jeep, helping you inside. He comes around to the other side, wasting no time starting the car and pulling off onto the road.

When you pull up to Theo’s he sighs. “What if I really kill him?”

“Look babe..I love you, I support you, I think that you can do anything..but this may be the one thing you can’t do. He’s a werewolf…”

He looks over at you, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “I killed Donovan.”

“Yeah…okay. If you kill him I’ll help you hide the body. Now go.” You pat his thigh before he climbs out of the vehicle.

You watch him as he goes, undoing your seatbelt just in case. He knocks on the door, turning to look at you. You smile and point towards the house as you see Theo approach through a window. Stiles turns around, and you see his demeanor change when Theo opens the door.

Theo barely has the door open before Stiles starts to lay into him. You watch as his fist connects with his left cheekbone. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He shouts as he punches him again. You see Theo’s eyes flash and you jump out of the car, running over to pull Stiles off of him.

“Babe stop.” You say gently as you lift him up.

“It’s not my fault your girlfriend looks like a great lay. She’s hot, so I thought that she was easy.” Theo shrugs as he stands up.

Stiles pulls away from you, pinning Theo up against the wall, he punches him again. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick in the head? Who says that?” He lays into him again and you rush to his side, pulling him off of Theo. “Baby come on. It’s not worth it.”

Stiles sighs and gives in, turning to look at you. You didn’t even notice the punches that Theo got in. Stiles was already starting to bruise.

“Come on. Give me your keys.” You take them from him and lead him out to the Jeep.

“That was hot. I won’t lie about it, but God…Stiles you need to learn when to stop.”

“Babe, he called you easy!”

“I’m easy for you. I’ll give it to you anytime.” You grin and peck his lips.

He smiles and kisses you back. You run a thumb over his yellowing eye.

“Gross you had blood on your lip.” You laugh and he shrugs.

“Let me get you home and clean you up, okay?” He nods and you take off, taking your boyfriend back to his house.

You sit on his bathroom counter and he stands in between your legs.

“That was stupid. I love you, so I wanted I stand up for you.”

You laugh. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You could destroy the world and I’d still be by your side.”

He raises an eyebrow, the butterfly bandage you’d just placed raising with it. “I get what you mean, but honestly that’s just worrying.”

You laugh, kissing his forehead. “I mean, I’d be there to kick your ass.”

He nods, a goofy smirk plastered on his face. “Much better.”

break up | archie andrews (riverdale)

Originally posted by alinok

request: can i request an archie imagine where the reader and him had a fight and break up. it being really angsty and avoiding each other. but one day she went to investigate something with betty and jug she got hurt and he sees it? just fluff please!!! thank youuu❤️

it had been days since you left the house after what had happened with archie. you were heart broken with the latest events including the break up.

betty & veronica had constantly been visiting bringing you over food and movies trying to cheer you up and get your mind off of things but it you just couldn’t, there was no use.

how could you possibly forget that your boyfriend of almost a year had let himself be seduced by the blossoms and allowed cheryl to kiss him. the thought made you feel sick inside

and it was worse because he didn’t even have the guts to tell me, you heard it from the mouth of the devil herself. and boy did she love to see you crack and squirm, placing doubt in both of our minds enough to make the red headed boy i love leave you

there’s soft knocks on your door causing you to sigh sniffling, “come in” you croak shifting in your bed to face the door as it opens to reveal two of your closet friends jughead and betty

“hey stranger” you smile sadly to the beanie wearing brunette standing next to your blonde best friend.

he sits himself on the edge of your bed extending his hand to your shoulder giving it a comforting and reassuring squeeze “im sorry i didn’t come sooner”

you quickly place your hand over his i knew exactly why he didn’t come, he was currently living in the andrews residence so it almost seems reasonable that he didn’t want to offend or anger his new roommates and his re kindled relationship with the red headed jock and his father

“it’s seriously fine jug- i understand” you smile sadly at your best friends, concern visible on their faces

“we’ve got a job for you” you wipe the tears from your cheeks and sit up slightly “you up for it?” “yeah okay”

they smile triumphantly at each other and before reaching over and pulling you out of your cozy bed “change and meet us outside” you nod flopping back down on your bed watching them as they scurry out of your room

you finally get the courage to leave your bed changing and pulling a brush through your knotted hair for the first time in days applying makeup to cover the evident dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep

after you finish changing you grab a random sweater off your freshly made bed and throw it on only noticing half way down the stairs that it was intact archies; he leant it to you one night at pops when it was cold and he didn’t want you to freeze.

well that’s what he liked to tell you why he did it, you still believe to this day that he only did it to shut your whining as you rubbed your arms rapidly comparing on how it was so cold

you tug at the sleeves, it smelled of him. the warmth swallowing you up. trudging outside you spot the couple standing beside your car “so what’s the plan?”

the blonde glances to her boyfriend before speaking “jug and i are going to explore a new lead, you need to go to pops and find veronica she’ll catch you up to speed” you nod fiddling with your keys

“pops, v? got it” betty gives me a tight squeeze “be safe, ill see you later” you nod turning slightly as jughead gives wraps you up in a small hug “bye”

you watch as they join hands and walk toward the direction of the cooper household, heart eyes evident. you feel the tears stream down your face as the sight trigger your memories of they way archie used to give you that same look exactly like that.

you get in the car and drive over to pop’s, sliding out and walking briskly into the empty diner, spotting the raven haired girl sitting with him. you find your breathe hitches, lodging in your throat

swallowing the lump in your throat, you force your feet to propel yourself forward to the occupied booth “V” the raven hair girl looks up slightly surprised at your presence.

she jumps out of the booth and throws her arms around you pulling your body into her warm embrace “god it’s good to see you out of bed- and in normal clothes- and your hairs brushed oh im so proud”

she hugs you again it was tighter then before, glancing over her shoulder making eye contact with the boy who broke my heart, he looks worried sick

she pulls you back at arms length and glancing at you concern washing over her face “(y/n) i thought you were getting more sleep?” you shake my head moving away slightly from your friend.

“look can you just fill me in?” she glances back at our friend then to me “yous should talk” she begins backing away from the booth

panic setting in for the both of you

you shake your head furiously “no no i-i-i ccan’t-t” you stutter edging yourself further and further away from the booth before breaking into a sprint racing toward the diner door and out to your parked car.

tears begin to cloud your vision as you drive off toward betty’s house, hoping that the two hadn’t left for their sleuth session yet

you were an absolute mess tears pouring from your eyes blurring your vision so much that you didn’t seem to even notice the car speeding through a red light and just like that your vision turned black.

archie’s pov

i cuss under my breathe as i watch my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend rush out of pops like she was on fire. i hate that i did that to her.

“archie you can’t keep avoiding each other you need to talk to her” i shake my head “cause your idea worked so well didnt it” i yell 

“god i should’ve never listened to you three- she doesnt want anything to do with me thats why she just ran out!”

i pull on my hair as we sit in the booth in silence, tears begin to well in my eyes and it takes all of me to swallow my pride standing from the booth and slipping on my jacket

“where are you going?” veronica stands grabbing onto my arm “i need to make this right”

i grab my phone and dial her number holding it against my ear waiting for her response only for her to not pick up, i try again the sound of sirens faintly ringing in my ears

the two of us share a glance before looking out the window as the sirens grow louder and louder until finally they pass the diner, two ambulances and a police cruiser

my stomach dropped her name falling from my mouth before i rush out of the diner veronica hot on my hells “arch get in my car ill drive!” she yells but i ignore her pushing myself to run as fast as my legs will carry me

i chase after the emergency services as they pull up a head to what looked like a car accident, a soon as i see the familiar car i scream out her name veronica zooming past me and fleeing the car.

i rush over to the paramedics as they pull (y/n) from the car her cheeks still dripping wet with tears “no- no no NO” i yell not bothering about the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.

she was covered in blood, her arm looked broken and her lip split my heart shattering as i stare at the fragile girl that was my entire world

“son you need to step back” the paramedic told me trying to wheel the gurney up into the rig “no im going with her” i insist trying to push past “please” the shake their head loads her in

“archie?!” i turn to see sheriff keller jogging to me “what’s wrong?”

i point to the ambulance “it’s (y/n) she was in a accident i have to go with her” i beg to the sheriff and he nods walking over to the guys and whispering something with them before the allow me to climb up

i lace my hand with hers as i giving her a squeeze my other hair tangling through her hair trying to soothe her.

“c’mon (y/n) you can do this baby keep fighting" i mutter tears still running down my cheeks.

i clutch her hand tightly as the monitors start to beep the crew shouting a bunch of words to each other before they push me back in my seat forcing our hands to pull apart

“what’s happening?!” i shout panic dripping from my words.

“we need you to give us space kid” i nod sitting back in my seat clutching my hands together hoping that she wouldn’t die not today

and thats when she flatlined.

i shift in the uncomfortable hospital chairs still clutching my girlfriends hand when i feel a slight squeeze.

i jolt up blinking the sleep out of my eyes “(y/n)” i choke my voice raw from all the crying and begs for help.

she stirs moving slightly in the bed her head titling toward me “a-arch” she whispers her lips are cracked her eyes wet from tears.

tears overwhelm me as i stand pecking her head “god i thought i was going to loose you” she smiles bringing both hands up to my cheeks “im sorry” she mutters to me

i shake my head frantically my cheeks growing wet “no im so, im sorry for everything i did to hurt you i didn’t want to hurt you (y/n) i just want you back”

i move her oxygen mask from her mouth and lean down connecting our lips together in a sweet embrace before pulling back and placing her mask back

“will you take me back?” i ask eyes begging for her to say yes

“of course archie, i love you”

“god i love you too (y/n)”

she giggles and it cures my heartache i smile up at my beautiful girlfriend as she scoots over in her bed patting the spot next to her “c'mere” she mumbles.

i move from my seat kicking off my shoes and cuddling into the fragile girl as she rests her head on my chest tracing circles into the fabric

and in that moment you knew, you never know what you have until it’s almost taken from you

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We Have Rules For A Reason [Chapter 11]

Chapter 11 of We Have Rules For a Reason

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Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst at times

The car came to a screeching halt just inches from you as your limp body hit the pavement hard.

You heard Mark’s voice screaming for you as he wrapped you up in his arms, holding you closely to him.

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FBI Friday

Title: Batman Wears Neon Boxer Briefs

Description: A one shot in which Reid and the reader work together at the BAU and are good friends, and one night she drives him back to his apartment after he gets kinda wasted. Drunken hilarity ensues.

A/N: Hey this is the first Criminal Minds one shot I’ve ever posted. It’s very much fluff, not even especially romantic fluff, but I tried to make it pretty funny, so let me know what you think!

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anonymous asked:

"Hello handsome stranger, you don't seem very good at hotwiring a car. It's the blue wire you should use. Or would you like the keys instead?"

When Clint walked out of the diner after lunch, the last thing he expected to see was someone attempting to hotwire his car. Judging by the amount of cursing, the thief wasn’t having a lot of luck. Since the thief had left the car door open, Clint watched him struggle for a minute. His would-be car thief was actually quite good looking (from what Clint could see of him, anyway).

Padding over, silently, Clint watched the thief work and tried to figure out why his car was being stolen in broad daylight by a good looking guy in an expensive suit with broad shoulders and clear blue eyes.

“God damn it! Why won’t you start?”

Clint held back a laugh and decided to give the thief a break. It’s not like the car was going anywhere and Clint could easily pull the guy out if he had to. “You’re not very good at this, are you? You’ve got to use the blue wire.”

The thief jumped at the sound of Clint’s voice so close and there was a hollow, ‘thunk!’ as his head hit the roof. “Fuck! Where did you come from?”

“The diner, right over there.” Clint pointed and then cocked his head to the side as sirens started to wail in the distance. “You maybe want to get out of my car? Looks like the police are headed this way for some reason and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind making a quick stop.”

Instead of the answer, Clint was hoping for, his thief started hitting the steering wheel and cursing more. “Those sirens are for me. I’m a cop and the shitty unmarked they assigned me for my latest case stalled as I got the call our perp was making a run for it. He’s headed this direction, so I picked the first car I found that was unlocked.”

Clint leaned on the roof and tried to mask his disbelief. “You may be a good looking guy, but I’m not  dumb enough to fall for that load of bull.”

Before Clint could continue his rant and try and forcibly remove the guy from his car, there was a badge in his face. Taking the badge, Clint whistled low and impressed. The picture on the ID was definitely Clint’s handsome thief and apparently, his name was Phillip J. Coulson and he was a detective for the NYPD.

Coulson snatched the badge back and went back to trying to hotwire the car. “Satisfied?”

“Um, yeah.” Coulson tried another wire and Clint sighed. “Blue wire, detective.” The sirens were louder now and Clint fished his keys from his pocket. “Unless you want the keys?”

Without another word, Coulson grabbed the keys and jammed them in the ignition. Clint leaped back as Coulson pulled the door closed and watched his car speed off.

“You’re welcome!” Clint yelled at the disappearing shape of his car.

“Who are you yelling at?”

“For God’s sake, Nat! I’m gonna put a bell on you one of these days.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I’d like to see you try.”

Clint smiled at his best friend and pointed in the direction his car had gone. “Hot cop stole my car. Think the insurance company will actually believe that?”

“I don’t even believe that.”

“It’s the truth. Detective Phillip J. Coulson stole my car and went to chase bad guys.” Clint and Natasha started walking to their shared apartment and Clint recounted the whole story.

–A Week Later–

Clint had just made coffee and was ready to pour himself a cup when he realized there were no clean cups to be found. He was seriously thinking of just drinking straight from the pot when there was a knock at the door.

Shuffling over to the door, Clint tried to hurry, but he could feel his pants starting to slide down his hips. Clint knew he needed to get rid of them since they too big, but they were also soft and comfortable and purple and he still loved them.

The knocking started again and Clint called out, “Hold your horses! I’m coming!”

Yanking the door open, Clint was ready to give whoever it was a piece of his mind but found himself speechless. Coulson was standing there, fist raised to knock again and looking sheepish.

“Good morning, Mr. Barton. I came to return your car.”

Clint stared at Coulson, not hearing a word. And really, who could blame him? Coulson was standing in Clint’s doorway wearing dark jeans and a light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Clint’s eyes traveled up one strong forearm up to Coulson’s face and the thick, black-rimmed glasses that framed eyes that seemed even bluer now that Clint could get a good look at them.

“Um…I’m sorry, what?”

Coulson jingled the keys in his other hand. “Your keys. To your car?”

Shaking himself, Clint smiled. “Oh! Right! You couldn’t hotwire it. How’d you find me?”

Coulson grinned and Clint was almost distracted by the small crinkles that appeared at the corners of Coulson’s eyes. “The car’s registration.” Coulson’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “And I’m a cop. Finding people is kind of my job”

Clint laughed. “Right, do you wanna come in? Or…?”

Coulson looked nervous again. “Well, I was hoping I could convince you to let me take you out for coffee? As a thank you for letting me take your car. Or, I could just give you your keys and go. I totally understand if you don’t want to ever see me again.”

“I’d like that.”


Clint bit his lip, nervous himself now. “Coffee. With you. Sounds good. I just need to change real quick.” Stepping back from the door, he ushered Phil inside. “Come on in. Promise, I’ll be fast.”

Coulson smiled again and stepped inside and Clint ran to his room to change. He grabbed what he hoped were clean jeans and a t-shirt and quickly got dressed, not wanting to leave Coulson waiting for too long.

When he walked back into the living room, he found Coulson looking at their bookshelves and took a moment for himself to admire the detective’s backside. Clint was about to clear his throat to get Coulson’s attention when the man spoke first. “So you weren’t lying when you called me, ‘good looking’.”

Clint coughed. “What?” Coulson turned and smirked at Clint. “Of course I wasn’t lying. You are good looking.”

“Good. Ready for our date?”

Coulson tossed Clint his keys, and Clint was still shocked by Coulson calling this a date that he let them hit him in the chest. “Date?”

“That’s what I’m hoping this could be. It’s been a long time for me, but I like you and even though our meeting wasn’t exactly conventional, I think we could try.”

Regaining his composure, Clint took a step toward the door and smiled at Coulson. “I’d like that a lot…Phil.”

Coulson beamed back and followed Clint out the door.

Dating Amber Would Include

HI can you please do a dating Amber Liu would include? Tnx😊

Note: I am so glad that you asked for this! Amber is my bias of f(x) so I’m really happy this was requested! I hope you enjoy it~ ♥

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In the Daytime

Originally posted by amberkrisber

  • Okay so first of all, Amber is going to be the best girlfriend in the entire world.
  • She’s going to be understanding and passionate with you 24/7.
  • Like, if you don’t like makeup, or tattoos, or you don’t like dying your hair. That’s cool. If you do, that’s also cool. Like, this girl gives zero shits, she loves you exactly for who you are as a person. 
  • Always loving and kind, but she is going to tease you sometimes and become the sass master, because we all know Amber can be super hilarious 
  • Her always doing her best to make you happy because she loves you and never wants to leave you. 
  • You and her taking care of JackJack together 
  • And her even trusting you to take care of her dog while she’s away on tour.
  • But when she’s away she makes sure that she texts, calls and skypes as much a she can to see how you’re doing and making sure you’re okay. 
  • She knows how much you miss her when she’s away, and how forgetful you can be when she’s not around to remind you, so she constantly makes sure you’ve remembered to eat and go to bed at a good time. 
  • Her helping you to speak English
  • A lot of selcas
  • Her having a selca of you and her as her phone lock screen right now
  • Singing and rapping all the time
  • In the shower
  • Cooking dinner
  • When you have guests over
  • She doesn’t care, and you love listening to her perfect voice, because honestly, who could ever get enough of it?
  • Her teaching you how to ride a skateboard
  • You standing on the skateboard and her holding both of your hands while walking sideways making sure you’re balanced. 
  • “You look so hot right not, Jagi. I can’t even deal.”
  • You and her being savage together
  • And pranking the other members of f(x)
  • f(x) teasing you and Amber pretty much on a daily basis
  • But Amber doesn’t really care, because she loves you regardless.
  • “God guys, get a room.”
  • “Sure Krystal, give me your bedroom key and we’ll get right out of your way”
  • Her teasing you, but always affectionately
  • “Jagi you’re so tiny, it’s adorable.”

At Nighttime

Originally posted by bexweallbex

  • Long talks at night about the universe and how amazing life really is
  • Talking to each other until stupid times in the morning because neither of you want to stop talking just yet
  • Cuddling all the time
  • Mainly with her leg hanging over your waist
  • Because she likes to hold you close
  • But sometimes she’s not so innocent
  • Her being passionate
  • And loves hearing you loud
  • Her getting annoyed when f(x) accidentally walk in
  • “Guys, when the tent is rockin’ don’t come knockin’”
  • But yes
  • Amber would be the best girlfriend in the world
  • And would wonder what she did to deserve you on a day to day basis
  • And you would think the same about her.