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Imagine your otp

Person A: *is half asleep at a meeting*

Person C: A, you better wake up

Person C: *looks nervously at person B*

Person B: *is looking at person A*

Person B: Stop talking to them, they had a rough night

Person C: ....

Person A: You were the one begging me to watch movies!

#otp #imagine your otp #prompt #writing prompt

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The revengeful queen

Everyone fought for something in life, but after winning it, they seemed to crave for more. A prince craved to become the king, a rich man craved more power, and children craved for friends. But I, I had never craved for anything of those things. For as long as I could remember, I had the taste of blood on my lips and my finger covered in red. Even now, as his fingers traced my lips gently, all I could think of was the thing I craved. My sister. She had been ripped away from me four years ago, kidnapped while both of our parents were murdered in cold blood.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” the prince told me, his eyes lingering on my lips for one second to long. His words were replaced with choking as I twisted the knife around in his chest.

“So do you, my lord,” I say with a small smile, knowing he hadn’t expected this day to be his last.

I stand up from the bed gracefully as I pull the dagger out from his dying body. With low whistling, I look around. Everything in here was more beautiful than where I was staying. Not that he needed it anymore, I walk to the jewelry he had, took some and put them in my pockets. No one would probably find him until the next morning, so I had enough time. I walk over to the window and close my eyes, taking in the late-night air, so fresh, so innocent. But I did not have enough time to linger around, I put one foot out of the window after the other and let go. My loyal companion caught me before I could count to three. A griffin that I had saved some time back.

“Where to, my lady?” he asked, I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Back to the castle of my own, their queen shall return,” I say, lay back on the griffin and laugh.

#original story #maybe i can write a book about this #idk what this is #what to call this? #bookthingy

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Staring at the blue walls This feeling eating me up from inside, giving me no room to scream or reach out to the light Feeling like no one, just an observer, knowing they're better off without me not sparing me another thought, for I'm the big bad wolf in their eyes. People pretend like they care, but the moment I turn around, they get their grins, knowing that they did it, that they broke me and all I can do is cry seeing them happy should make me smile but with these monsters whispering in my ear, I can only see the darkness towering over me called fear It's like a cage, knowing the door is open, but still not open the door for you're afraid afraid of what they'll say afraid of what they'll do And once you step out once, it's too late. And no one can hear your scream As you become what they want you to be The big bad wolf howling in the dark

me

I posted this on my main blog on here as well c:

#poem #cage #mentalhealth

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Hello!

I started to write a fanfiction from the books a court of thorns and roses, it’s about Azriel’s mate and all that. It’s on wattpad and on Ao3 under the same name!

#acotar #acowar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruins #a court of mist and fury #azriel #rhysand #elain #nesta #cassian #feyre #tamlin #helios #tarquin #thesan #baron #eris #lucien #fan fiction #wattpad #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #azrielxoc

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You groaned as you woke up, feeling your hands tied up behind your back. Jack was hopefully safe by his father by now. The pain from your head made you groan out loud.

"So, now you're finally awake," a voice said.

So deep, so harsh, so familiar. You opened your eyes and searched the room for the source of the voice, but it didn't find anyone.

"Aaron's team will get you," you spat, like venom from a snake.

"Not for a long time, sweetheart," he said and stepped into the small light that was in the room.

He grabbed your chin and made you look up, so you could see the hatred in his eyes. You looked into the same kind of eyes as the man who had killed your family years ago. A small smirk crept upon his lips as he pulled away from you, before sending the back of his hand to meet your cheek.

XXX

It had been about one or two weeks sleeping in a wooden chair. You had gotten a lot of bruises and wounds by then, mostly because you fought back the best you could. While he was sleeping, you had run the rope against one of the sharp ends of the chair, in hope to break free. Every little sound made you stop, the blood rushing faster in your veins. You were sick of just sitting here, getting hit for no reason.

"Hey, babygirl," a voice whispered from the dark.

You hadn't noticed someone else walking inside and it sent a chill down your spine, but he soon put his hand over yours and you recognized the bracelet you and Jack had made for everyone in the BAU team. Derek helped you get your hands free and up from the chair. A flash of light made you push Derek to the side and turn to the side, feeling warm liquid running down your arm.

"Don't touch her," Derek said, in a deep tone.

The man grabbed something and got ready to punch, but stopped for a second. Derek had his arm over you, protecting your already hurt body. You felt your feet fail and you hit the ground, the sound echoing through the whole place. Everything had drained you, but you couldn't give up yet. You grabbed the chair and forced yourself to stand up, even if it seemed like something unimaginable.

"What are you doing?"

Derek looked at you and tried to take a hold of your arm, but you had started to move before he reached you. You had to get out of here and make sure that Jack had been a good boy.

"Jack!" You called out.

A hand grabbed your shoulders and you was so close to punch the one who had put them there. He looked down at you and nodded, Jack was safe. It was like you didn't care about anything else at this point, so you collapsed once again.

"JJ, help her outside and get a medic here right now," Aaron said and handed me over to the female agent.

The blonde girl took one of your hands over her shoulder and started heading towards the exit, saying calming words after each step you took. Reid had somehow appeared too and picked you up, a worried feature in his face. Everyone cared and it was no doubt that they had been looking for you a long time. When you got outside, they put you down on one of the cars and hurried to call the hospital.

"It's odd, the world is cruel, yet I got people that care and that are very kind," you thought out loud, looking up at the sky.

Not long after Reid and JJ had called, the ambulance came and the rest of the team got out with the man in cuffs. Everyone sent you a smile as you held the cup with chocolate with bandaged wrists. Derek smiled boyish at you and sent a wink your way, before getting Aaron on his neck.

They really were something.

#criminal minds #derek morgan #derek x reader #x reader #aaron hotchner #jj #spencer reid #one shot

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Suggestions

I need suggestions and tell me a male person from this fandoms:

Teen Wolf Twilight Criminal Minds The 100 Shadowhunters Riverdale Once upon a time The Originals Marvel Divergent Reign The secret circle

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"Sweetie pie, I’m back.”

Title: "Sweetie pie, I’m back.”

Ship: Derek Morgan x Reader

TRIGGERS: Violence

Everyone had left you behind at the BAU. You had arrived three minutes too late and had seen their cars drive past you. A sigh left you as you sat down by your desk and picked up the picture of you and your little sister. She was everything to you and you didn’t know what to do if she wasn’t there for you. Just as you put down the picture, your phone started ringing in your pocket. You took it out and got up from your chair.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have to come home, someone is here,” your little sister said through the phone.

At the sound of her shaky voice, you jumped over desk and ran down the stairs, still being on the phone with your sister. She would jump from the slamming of doors, which came from your side of the line.

“Go and hide in my closet, under all of the mess, I’m coming.”

You couldn’t feel your feet as you ran towards where you and your sister were currently living. Once again, your phone rang. It was to your ear in seconds, before you heard the sound of the plane in the background.

“Are you running, sweet pie?” Derek’s voice said through the phone.

His voice would normally calm you down, but not this time. You were just some streets away from your house, your heart racing.

“Sister, danger, gotta go,” you got out before dropping your phone.

The cars that drove past you seemed to look at you weird, but you didn’t care. All that you cared about to this point was your sister that was in some kind of danger, maybe because of your work. You got your gun and went to the back, where the door was never locked during the day. The family dog was laying by the door and only peeked up when he saw you. When you put your finger to your lips, he laid down and didn’t mind you anymore.

“Please be alright,” you mumbled, slowly opening the door.

Inside, everything was already a mess. Footsteps was coming from upstairs, leaving you the control over the first floor. You slowly walked towards the stairs, the gun in front of you. The stairs luckily didn’t make any sound as you walked upstairs. When you came to the top, you could see the back of the one that had scared your sister.

“Hands up, you bastard,” you called out, pointing your gun at the man.

He turned around, with his hands up and smirked slightly. You cursed under your breath and started taking small steps towards him. In his hand, you could spot the sword he was holding.

“Put down the sword or I will shoot,” you warned.

“With pleasure,” he replied.

Everything went in slow motion. The man lunged at you and swung the sword at you. You had used your gun to get the sword in another direction and kicked the male. He had just stumbled a little bit before he lunged at you once again. This time, you disappeared into a room and closed the door, trying to find something you could use as a sword. By the time you spotted the metal stick and got it, the male had kicked up the door. You could hear your sister’s small voice, singing to herself.

“Leave us alone,” you said and rolled over the bed, getting on the other side of it.

“I can’t do that, they will get me if I don’t get you both,” the male replied.

The phone that belonged to the house started ringing next to you. You picked it up and put the other person on speaker.

“Busy, just wait a little,” you joked.

As you turned back to the male, you felt the hard handle slam against your cheek. You swung your metal stick and dodged the male’s sword the best you could.

“Sweet pie, what is going on? Where is your cellphone?” Derek’s phone said from the phone.

“Dropped it, tell Hotch that he should call backup for me. Some guy scared my baby sister and won’t leave me alone.”

The male rolled his eyes and kicked behind your knee, making you fall onto the bed. You looked up at the male and moved your shoulder just as he stabbed the bed. A sound of a siren became louder and louder, so Hotch had been listening to your conversation.

“It’s over, dude,” you told the man and kicked him off your bed. “You even made my sheets dirty, you bastard.”

He crashed into the wall and with one swing of your metal stick, you knocked him out. You got to your feet and opened your closet, getting your sister into an embrace.

“You’re okay, sister. I’m here and will always protect you,” you whispered.

One of the FBI agents escorted both of you outside and to a car that would drive you to Derek’s place, Hotche’s orders. The ride over there wasn’t that bad, you just sat there in silence as you watched houses pass by.

XXX

After about a month or so of living in Derek’s house, you and your sister had cleaned up the place and had a lot of movie nights. The front door opened late one night, which you found a little bit creepy.

“Sweetie pie, I’m back from the mission,” Derek’s voice whisper shouted.

You breathed softly out and got up from the couch, heading over to the handsome male that seemed tired.

“My sister is sleeping in the guest room, just so you know it,” you said.

The bruises you had gotten from the fight had disappeared, but your muscles would ache now and then. Derek dropped his bags and picked you up, heading towards the bedroom. He laid down with you and held around your waist, cuddling his face in your neck.

“I missed you on the mission,” he whispered.

“Well, you guys left me behind for being late,” you said and put a hand under your head.

“And good was that, or I swear your sister wouldn’t be sleeping in the room next to us,” Derek said, sheepishly.

You started humming and draw circles on his hands with your free hand. He soon fell asleep and snored slightly into your neck.

“Never would you know why I started working with you guys...”

#Derek morgan #Criminal minds #text #violence #cute #danger #Derek x reader

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The day he realised he loved you

Title: The day he realised he loved you

Ship: Derek Morgan x Reader

TRIGGERS: Blood, Violence

The group had gotten a hard case and you guys currently sat in the police department, taking naps on shift. You had your head on Reid’s shoulder and Morgan’s jacket over your body.

“Y/L/N! Wake up, we got her!”

Hotch had yelled at you for waking up, which made you jump out of your comfortable position. You yawned and rubbed your eyes before grabbing Morgan's jacket and hurry behind the others.

“Sleep in the car, Y/F/N,” JJ said and smiled with a hint of worry.

“Not possible with the way they are driving,” you replied, nodding towards Hotch, Prentiss and Reid.

By the insult, Hotch commanded you to hurry your little ass up and get in the car. You threw Derek's jacket around your shoulders and jumped into the car. Before you had buckled up yourself, the car speeded away from the others. Hotch called them and told them to meet you guys at the crime scene, you just had to do a stop first.

XXX

The car stopped outside this big house and both of your partners walked out of the car before you. Reid looked over his shoulder and so did Hotch, something was up. You got out of the car and rolled your eyes at the two guys.

“Why do you lo-"

You couldn't finish the insult before you stumbled backwards. Reid and Hotch screamed to get cover, but you couldn't hear them clearly. The pain was too much for you, but after a moment or two, you managed to pull yourself under the police car. You could barely hear Reid screaming at his phone that you were hit and the person on the other side did not take it that well.

“Morgan,” you whispered, trying to stay awake the best you could.

Another car appeared shortly and a lot of feet popped up by each side of you. You looked at the familiar shoes and tried to reach for them, but they were too far away.

“Babygirl, where are you?” Derek yelled.

By the sound of his voice, you felt stronger and capable to do anything. You got your gun and crawled out from under the car. A bullet hit right next to you, just missing by some inches. Derek and the others watched you as if they had seen a ghost.

“You won't break me, you bastard,” you called out and pulled the trigger.

The sound of your gun made your knees fail underneath you. Morgan hurried to your side and caught you before you could hit the ground.

“Take it easy. You got hit, babygirl. Hotch, drive as fast as you can!” he called out, getting in the backseat with you on his lap.

Prentiss, Reid and JJ took care of the rest while Hotch jogged to the car and drove to a hospital as fast as he could. You? You were unconscious in the love of your life’s lap.

XXX

A warm hand was holding your, as if he would lose you yet again. You opened your eyes slightly and looked straight up for a moment. Someone screamed and another one screamed back, probably because it was early in the morning.

“Hey, Y/F/N,” JJ said, smiling sadly at you.

“What's going on? It's not like I died or something,” you replied, trying to sit up.

“It was a close call, you idiot,” Reid said, shaking his head.

The whole team you could see seemed to have either cried or gotten their shoulder used as a pillow. You tilted your head slightly and looked at Derek, just as he embraced you and kept you close.

“Babygirl, you scared the hell out of me, and I-" he started.

“I already know,” you whispered back, warm tears falling down your cheeks.

You had known about Derek's feelings since you started in this job. He wasn't very good at hiding that, but you were.

#Derek morgan #Derek x reader #Criminal minds