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Y/N: Andyyy, I’m hungry

Andy: What do you want, baby?

Y/N: Hmmm...nachos, but with jam. Maybe some pickles. Oh and some chocolate ice-cream on top

Andy: *gif* I’m sorry, what?

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Can you make a imagine of being married to machine gun kelly?

Don't really know MGK that well but I’ll try do something for you - may or may not be written we’ll see how I go :)

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Imagine; Choosing between Derek and Luke

- I mean, could you really tho?

- For real it’d be pretty hard

- Would personally pick Derek Morgan tho

- Totally understand why Garcia is struggling

- Who would you guys pick? I wanna see who’ll get more love

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Imagine; Cole teasing Baird about you...

Cole: When you gonna ask that million dollar question, baby!

Baird: I don't know what you’re talking about, man *rubs back on his neck nervously*

Cole: Aw, ain’t that cute

Baird: *gif*

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Imagine; Having a relationship with Hal for centuries....

Would include;

- Lots of undying love and devotion (literally)

- Knowing everything about each other

- Accepting the good and bad Hal

- Plenty of kissing and cuddling

- He’ll be very protective

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Imagine; Interrupting Eric

Y/N: Babe, have you seen my black top?

Eric: *gif* which one?

Y/N: My favourite

Eric:…..

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Spencer Reid in which they met when they were in law school and they are sneaking around the office together? Thank you!

Awww that's cute, I'll try get to it soon x

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Wretched And Divine

Anonymous said Can you do a Wretched and Divine fanfic where you and Ashley are fighting Shadowmen, but you get injured so Ashley has to stitch your wound up (also, you're afraid of needles)? Also, can it be platonic?

Night had finally fallen upon the desert wasteland you called home, the cool winds bringing nothing but dust and whispers of the deceased. “You ready (y/n)?” Ashley asked as he finished tying his boots.  You nodded despite the butterflies in the pit of your stomach caused by the inevitable circumstance that was about to transpire. “Let’s just get everyone out alive,” you said, dipping a hand in the black paint and smearing it  across your eyes. 

For as long as you could remember FEAR had ruled over what little civilisation was left, pushing the rebels into the shadows while suppressing what little hope remained into something more sinister.

But now it was time to free your brothers and sisters, the ones that refused to sleep. Maybe now you could live at peace knowing that the wind will no longer carry their screams, that you will no longer have to lay to rest a loved one.

You coughed and spluttered as smoke filled your lungs. Diverting down different passages did little to escape the flames that were spreading. “(y/n) over here,” you heard Ashley call. You ran over to him, covering your mouth in attempt to avoid inhaling any more smoke. “Help me with this,” he said as he went to work on the door. You both kicked at it, the noise reverberating down the halls. Too much noise, you thought, your heart beat quickening. “It’s not opening,” you cursed, kicking the door again for good measure. Ashley looked around, quickly grabbing a stray pole. “Keep an eye out,” he said as he went to work bashing at the lock. You did as he said. While you had been friends throughout your years in the deserts, this truly was a test of trust.  Sound brought attention, and attention brought the demons that lurked just out of sight. “Any time now,” you laughed, nerves bubbling over about ready to run. “Almost,” BANG “got it,” BANG. “Now would be much better.” Your hand twitched for the blade at your side. The smoke danced in the darkness, steam and breaking pipes hissing. You tried to keep your eyes focused but the smoke stung, the darkness moved. “If you don’t hurry up I’ll use you as the battering ram,” you threatened, the blade now clung strongly in your hands.  Ashley laughed, once again trying to break the lock.

A face appeared in the shadows, a face of death that many of you still had nightmares off. You cursed. “Ashley they’re here.” You stepped back as the figure approached, its dark cloak becoming one with the shadows. It came at you, a mask of death now only inches away from your face, screams penetrating your mind. You yelled as you wielded your dagger, its shortened blade making it easier to fight in close proximity. However it was this proximity you didn’t want. “Hurry up!” You screamed, going in for another blow, one of which the shadowman easily avoided. The figure attacked, knocking you back as you tried to avoid its strike. It approached, it’s threatening calmness heightening your senses.

“Got it!” Ashley cried as the sound of the broken lock reverberated off the walls. You looked over, something that was a huge mistake. The shadowman took the distraction and pierced his blade into your side. You grunted, kicking the demon away.  Ashley pulled you back, pushing you into the room as he quickly barricaded the door.

You gripped your side, all too aware of the blood that refused to stop. You grunted as you took in your surroundings, the old rusted cages and the people soaked in the smell of death strung up. You gagged at the smell of rotting corpses, the groans of pain being emitted. You felt light headed, however the sight wasn’t the only cause for it. “Ashley,” you said as you grabbed onto one of the bars to stable yourself, your vision blurring. “You okay?” He asked coming over. You grabbed onto his arm, untying one of the many pieces of cloth he had wrapped around it. You tied it around your waist, making it tight enough to stop some of the bleeding. “I’ll deal with it later. Let’s just get everyone out first,” you grunted. Ashley hesitated, but he knew the mission.

If there was one thing you hated more than FEAR, it was needles. It may sound ridiculous but they terrified you.  “If they don’t stitch you up you’ll bleed out. Stop making a fuss.” Despite how much you didn’t want to be anywhere near a needle you knew Ashley was right. By the time everyone had gotten out Ashley had to pretty much drag you back home. “It’s fine really. It’ll probably heal on its own. I’ll hold it together if I have to.” “You’ll die if they don’t” “And my name will go down in history. It has been nice knowing you.” Ashley gave you a blank look. You smiled up at him. “What if I let you hold my hand?” He suggested. “How about I don’t get stitches.“

One of the physicians came in, a boy that was still practically a kid. “This will hurt a little,” he said as he lifted your shirt to reveal the wound that refused to stop bleeding. He wiped away the blood as he brought the needle closer. You flinched away, not wanting to be anywhere near it. “(y/n),” Ashley held out his hand. You grabbed it, your grip a little off from breaking his bones. “I’ll be honest, I’d prefer to be stabbed again,” you said, once again moving away from the needle. “Hold still,” the boy groaned. “You know what I don’t need this. I’ll just bleed out it’s fine. If anything it will make me cooler. I’ll just leave,” you told them as you tried to sit up. Ashley pushed you down firmly. “If he doesn’t stitch you up I will,” he threatened. You looked away, partially out of denial and the other out of acceptance.

As the boy went to work you made sure Ashley went through just as much pain as you got, feeling his bones crunch together in your vice-like grip. You dug your nails into his skin each time the needle went in. “Please don’t get stabbed again,” Ashley grunted as you dug your nails in, drawing blood. You winced as the boy pulled at the stitches. “Please learn to open doors faster,” you retorted, “I seriously hate needles.”

-Ebz

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Clinging For Dear Life

Can you do an imagine where you go to see a horror movie by yourself and Ashley sits next to you. You get so scared you sort of grab his arm and nuzzle your face into his shoulder or something like that idk what I want

You were off to see The Conjuring 2….by yourself. No way we’re you scared, you’d seen plenty of horror movies by yourself. You loved the thrill, and loved the heart pounding rush you got every jump scare. You were immensely excited, holding onto your popcorn and drink with anticipation, barely able to contain yourself bouncing on your feet. You used your tongue to pick up popcorn to eat at you waited in the line of excited and nervous people.

You finally make it inside, and quickly grab the first seat you can find in the packed cinema. You placed your drink in the cup holder and settled your popcorn on your lap, eating a mouthful in the process.

The lights dim, and the adverts began playing. You payed attention to any upcoming movies that you feel you should add to your list to go see.

Soon enough, the movie started playing. With each passing moment you gripped onto your popcorn. You’re eyes wide as you watched the film, taking in every detail and you munched on your popcorn never taking your eyes off the screen. You in the held you breath when you could sense the scene getting tense. You could feel a jumps scare coming along but nothing could prepare you for when it did. The cinema jumped in fright, and a couple of screams were heard from the audience. And you, you had grabbed an arm in your frightened state and buried your head in their shoulder, scared to look back at the screen.

You froze when you heard a chuckle.

You looked up to see a man with shoulder length dark hair, wearing a black jacket. He was grinning at you, and you noticed you were practically clinging onto him. You pulled away quickly and sat back in your normal position.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke with a nervous smile.

He chuckled again, “That’s ok gorgeous, you can hold onto me any time you want.”

He sent you a wink which made you blush even more if that were possible. You gave him a shy smile then turned back to the screen.

Oh boy this movie was going to be fun now.

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Can you do a Wretched and Divine fanfic where you and Ashley are fighting Shadowmen, but you get injured so Ashley has to stitch your wound up (also, you're afraid of needles)? Also, can it be platonic?

I will get onto that right after my other Ashley imagine ☺️✌🏻️

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God Gave...Andy

Anonymous said Can you do an imagine where you’re on the BVB’s tour bus and you wake up at 3am to Andy singing “God Gave Rock And Roll To You” by Kiss in a high pitched voice?

You were in a peaceful slumber. Soft snores surrounded you but not enough to wake you up. That was until a high pitched voice woke you suddenly from your sleep, pulling you from a good dream. You groggily looked around, pulling the curtains of the bunk back. You heard everyone mumble incoherent words, some you made out as “Shut up, Andy.”

You got up out of your bunk and headed towards the terrible singing. The voice led you to the bathroom, the closer you got them more you began to make out the words;

“God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you…”

Approaching the bathroom door, you reached your hand out, and tiredly knocked on the it.

“Andy,” you called out. “It’s 3am why are you up?”

But the singing didn’t stop.

You could make out the sound of running water, and a thought came to your head.

With a grin, you made your way to the kitchen sink, and wasted no time in turning on the hot water, thus making the showers water cold.

You laughed and ran back to your back when you heard Andy scream from being hit with ice cold water.

“(Y/N)!”

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Can you do an imagine where you go to see a horror movie by yourself and Ashley sits next to you. You get so scared you sort of grab his arm and nuzzle your face into his shoulder or something like that idk what I want

Sure thing!

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Can you do an imagine where you're on the BVB's tour bus and you wake up at 3am to Andy singing "God Gave Rock And Roll To You" by Kiss in a high pitched voice?

Absolutely!! ☺️✌🏻️-Kim

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Do you do non-romantic requests?

Yes we do 😊

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OH MY GOD YOURE THE AUTHOR OF HIS FUTURE I NEVER KNEW YOU HAD A TUMBLR MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

Ahaha hello there ☺️

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Fanfic

Hey guys, anyone interested in the game Fable? If so go check out my fanfic “His Future” https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11791253/1/His-Future-Re-write

Here’s a little bit of the first chapter for you guys :) It’s a Reaver/OC

The young girl hummed, skipping along the cobblestone path, a basket in her little hands. She halts, skidding slightly before stopping just in front of a dark, muddy puddle. She bites her lip, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

"You alright, Little One?" A kind voice asked. She looked up and found the owner of the voice. She nods, blinking her deep, blue eyes at the young brunette. "What's the matter?"

She said nothing, just pointing at the muddy puddle in front of her. The young man chuckled. "Why don't you just walk around it?"

She shook her head quickly, and in a quiet voice answered, "Papa said not to stray from the path."

The stranger smiled and walked across the muddy puddle, not caring if his boots got dirtied. He bent over slightly.

"May I escort you across, little one?"

She blinked at the man as she pondered over his question, before nodding slightly. Smiling, he lifted her up effortlessly, then carried her across the 1 meter puddle, before placing her back down on the cobblestone path.

"Thank you," she said shyly.

Before he could reply, a voice shouted.

"Alfie! We're leaving!"

"Comin', Wilkins!" He, Alfie, called back, before looking back down, only to find the small girl was no longer there.

~Kim :)

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Send your imagine requests 😁😁☺️💕 -Kim and Ebz