#derek ware

[cleowho]

Yates and Benton make a chilling discovery.

The Claws of Axos - season 08 - 1971

[lobbycards]

The Italian Job, Mexican lobby card. Mexican theatrical release 1970

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Papa Charlie (2.7, LWT, 1972)

"You realise, of course, that anybody, no matter what their rank or position, anybody who was at that meeting - who had sight of this - is now under suspicion of passing information to that gang, don't you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Someone's working on the inside. Could be anybody. Could even be Sergeant Ward - or perhaps you?"

"No."

"Well, we'll see. I intend to find out who it is. And I'm going to give myself one hour in which to do it."

[u-friend-or-ufo]

Found this on Etsy...

I feel uncomfortable...

[dgf2099]

The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Scheme Grades-June 8, 2024

By David G. Firestone Austin Dillon #3 Dow/Rivers Are Life/Ducks Unlimited Chevy Camaro-I like this river motif, it looks good. A Ryan Blaney #12 Menard’s/Richmond Ford Mustang-Same scheme as last year, same A grade. Cody Ware #15 Jacob Construction Ford Mustang-Sides cleaned up looks good, and this gets an A. Derek Kraus #16 Kafka Conveyors Chevy Camaro-Good color scheme with an awful design…

[ithebookhoarder]

(BAU Headcanons) Spending a day off with your S.O.

Aaron Hotchner

Ok. So. First of all... Aaron's casual wardrobe is sinful and I feel like I need to mention it when talking about days off. After all, he's not going to turn down the excuse not to wear a shirt and tie, knowing jeans and his usual polo shirts are better suited to both relaxing and possibly chasing after Jack.

If you two ever got a rare day off then he would do his best to make you breakfast in bed, knowing that having an excuse to stay in bed is a luxury.

If Jack is with you, and not at Jessica's, then you know Jack would be right next to him in the kitchen, begging to help. I mean, if you watch Bluey, picture the episode where Bingo is trying to make that omelette for Bandit on his birthday... that's basically the vibe here.

Hotch wouldn’t try to force you out of the house if you didn’t want to go, as he’s perfectly happy to stay in and play with you and Jack. After all, you have the most recent lego set, which you bought him for his birthday, to finish building.

"You up for that buddy? Six hands are better than four, after all."

Or, if you don't have the energy or patience, then you three can curl up on the sofa together and watch movies and the backlog of tv shows you’ve missed out on whilst you’ve been away working. 

Fun Fact: Aaron would rather die than admit to the rest of the BAU that you got him hooked on reality shows like The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills or Below Deck -but he is. He finds them fascinating case studies in human behaviour... or that's his excuse anyway when you call him out on it.

However, if you do want to actually leave the house and get outside then he’d be pretty relaxed about whatever it is you wanted to do, as long as you could all do it together. 

He'd also love it if you both got the chance to go for a run, enjoying the rare opportunity to race you through the nearby park. You can just soak in the sunshine and watch the other people as they make their way through the world, before grabbing a coffee on your way home.  

David Rossi 

Rossi is a man who knows the value of creature comforts, as we've seen repeatedly in the show. You know this man enjoys having time off to indulge himself - and you too.

As soon as he knows he has the day off, you can bet he's driving you to the local farmer's market to buy all the ingredients needed for a home cooked feast. 

Despite promising to be there only an hour, you know he's the kind of person who would talk to each and every vendor, learning all their names and asking after their families as if they've been friends since birth.

You'd end up spending almost the entire morning - and part of the afternoon - shopping, sampling various treats and wares, and buying several bag's worth, before you're finally able to drag him back to the car.

As he's cooking, Rossi would definitely play his favourite records. He alternates between crooning along and telling you tidbits about the artists - and the many crazy memories he has about these records.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I first heard this? We were in this tiny little motel, in the middle of a horrific blizzard, and several whiskeys in..."

It's hard not to get distracted, drawn in as he pulls you close and starts dancing about the kitchen. You'd get so distracted that you almost let dinner spoil and only remember it's even there when you start to smell something burning.

"Ah! Merda!"

After dinner you know you'd end up outside on his patio, enjoying the view as the sun goes down, over a cocktail of his choosing.

Derek Morgan

You know this eager beaver would not be spending a day off with you doing nothing or letting the day ‘go to waste’.

He’d be at your doorstep bright and early, looking unfairly energetic for someone who has been running on minimal sleep all week.

Thankfully, he brings coffee and breakfast with him which is his way of bribing you to get your ass up and out with him. 

As for the day itself, he’d either have the day planned to a ’t’ or he’d have nothing planned at all. 

“Relax, sweetness, we’re letting the day take us where it may. Enjoy the ride.” 

He'd love having a reason to take you to whatever property he's renovating, hoping to share his vision for the place and getting your opinion on it all.

He'd even let you have a swing or two with a sledgehammer if there's a dry-wall that needs taking down. It's a great stress-reliever for you both, and there's nothing like hammering along in the time to beat of whatever playlist he's chosen.

He'd also order you a pizza, or whatever take-out you fancied, as payment for all your hard work.

You know he'd also been keen to help you wash up later, running you both a hot bath to soak in as you actually have the time to enjoy it.

And just between us - he knows Hotch and Rossi would have his guts his they found out - but he may or may not have left your cellphones on the bed-side table just to ensure you get an hour of peace, undisturbed...

Emily Prentiss

Ok. So. Emily loves having a day off almost as much as she enjoys working.

She doesn't require much in the way of plans. In fact, her ideal day off from the BAU involves you, a crossword puzzle, and your usual table by the window at the coffee shop around the corner.

It's right by the window, so you can bathe in the sun whilst you nurse your way through coffee after coffee.

The whole place reminds her of one similar that she spent her time in, in Paris. Just like then, she loves reading books, and completing the daily crossword with your help.

"Damn it. This is what time in Europe gets you - I forgot there's no 'u' in color. No wonder it wasn't fitting."

Emily also has a game she likes to play, watching the people around you, guessing what their stories are and imaging outlandish profiles for them all. It's a privilege to enjoy it when it's for entertainment and not out of a need to be aware of your surroundings or an ongoing threat assessment. 

Afterwards, you'd go for a stroll around the park and most likely visit the shops you rarely get a chance to.

You both spend ages going through the racks and modelling outfits for one another, knowing you need some new things to fill out your wardrobes other than work-attire. It's a like private treat for yourselves.

Once you're home again, I feel Emily would want to cook and would do a pretty good job when she has the energy. However, she is not above ordering takeout when you both can’t be bothered. 

After all, it gives you both more time together to lie in bed, with Sergio curled up between you, purring loudly as you take it in turns to pet him.

JJ

Depending on when you two got together (before or after Will), she would love to have a chance for the both of you to spend the day with Henry.

You're her family and the most important thing in the world to her. It's why she can't stop beaming as you spend the afternoon at the park together, running rings around the place and clambering all over the playground.

"I swear this kid is faster than most of the Unsubs we chase - and more sneaky too."

JJ would bring all your favourite snacks with her so you can all lie out on the grass and feast once your energy levels drop. She doesn't even mention the sugar content or how many E-numbers there are. You all deserve a treat, Henry included, so she's willing to put her 'mom hat' aside for a minute.

I feel like she'd also try and put her mom hat aside so you two can have some time without a child in tow. She'd try and make a last minute arrangement to get a sitter so you two can have some 'adult' time.

This normally involves making a reservation at your favourite restaurant, and insisting on you both dressing fancy just for the fun of it.

After all, you never get to play at being grown ups and just enjoy wearing something because it looks nice and not because you can run around in the field in it.

"I've had these heels for years and I swear I've only got to wear them like three times - and this skirt! I love this skirt."

Once you get to the restaurant, you spend hours just talking, drinking, and eating before taking a stroll on the way home.

You then curl up in bed and fall asleep to the sound of the TV playing your favourite movies, safe and warm in each other's arms.

Penelope Garcia 

This girl is the queen of relaxing. If she doesn’t have to be awake before noon then you can bet your ass she’ll be tucked up and toasty till 12:01. 

Once she's awake, however, she's a flustered mess, struggling to pick between her various plans for your time off together. There's just so much she wants to do with you and never enough time.

"What? I'm the queen of fun and I just want to make sure we make the most of our time together, sugar plum. I can't help it. I'm excited to have a day just you and me, not that I don't love the others too. I do, but you know, just having it be us is rare -"

You stop her rambling with a kiss, which of course makes her melt.

I feel like Penelope would always try and spend part of the day with you in the kitchen, baking a new recipe to take to work for the others to try.

She'd also love spending the day on the sofa with you, watching either a Rom-com or a Sci-fi marathon (depending on your moods).

Once the decision has been made, she'd insist on gathering supplies - AKA: onesies, takeout and face masks.

"It's the holy trinity of self-care," she explains, holding up your choices. "Now, do you want the tea-tree or coconut face mask?"

However, if you do feel like getting out of the house, then Penelope would take you on theatre trips - which are booked last minute but with amazing seats (courtesy of Penelope’s connections and slightly unorthodox know-how).

The others are still jealous after finding out she got you tickets to Hamilton, front row, with the original cast.

Dr Spencer Reid

You know Spencer is the kind of person that has a list of things the size of his arm that he’d love to do with you on a rare day off. 

You’d probably have to negotiate with him to figure out which ones you could reasonably do in just 24 hours - and you try to find a balance between appeasing his interests and yours. 

For example, you don’t mind sitting through a Russian movie festival if afterwards he agrees to let you wander around your favourite bookshop and spend as long as you want exploring the shelves - without him critiquing or spoiling the endings before you even have a chance to read the blurb. 

If you also happened to let it slip that you'd never watched every single episode of Doctor Who that's ever been made, then you know your future days off will be spent marathoning on the couch. 

"I'm just saying that he's underrated as the Doctor as arguably the narratives of his episodes are far better developed and reflect the point of the show, which is that the Doctor isn't perfect but rather a time-travelling refugee who acts as a healer, counsellor, and protector of the universe. It's why he calls himself 'The Doctor' ..."

He always looks so adorable when he gets excited about something he loves. It's hard not to fall in love with him all over again.

Apart from watching TV, you both also love spending days off on that couch, curled up together, reading your way through the stack of books you both had in your never ending ‘TBR’ pile. 

Spencer would love listening to you discuss whatever you're reading, doing his best to memorise the characters, plots, and your thoughts on both. It's the least he can do when you listen so patiently every time he starts rambling on about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is.

"Can I... can I borrow that when you're finished? I'm now curious - just don't tell the others, ok?"

Masterlist

[nile-the-empathy-cleric]

I'm a huge fan of your work, your writing is so beautiful, and the way you add your own personal love of art is just; it's genuinely amazing. I was wondering if you have any paintings that you think each of your favorite characters would represent or maybe even what u see when u look at them. ❤️���🎨🖌

Oh boy do I love this ask! Firstly, than you 🥺 you're too kind 💕

Second I have so many paintings that spring to mind for various characters! Immediately off the bat my brain went right to Lestat and how his presence and aesthetic (especially in 1920s New Orleans) gave gigantic J.C. Leyendecker vibes.

(left) The Sleuth J.C. Leyendecker, ca. 1906 and (right) Arrow Shirt Collar Ad, 1916. By J.C. Leyendecker For Arrow Shirt Collars, 1916

The way Leyendecker plays with shadow, light, and color to project an air of seduction and power is just *chef's kiss.* He is a master at depicting an idealized masculinity that still has a level of vulnerability. I don't think it's just the styling/ fashion of the men in Leyendecker's illustrations that remind me of Lestat, but the features as well. J.C. gives them this attitude of nonchalance but there's something deeply concerned with appearances underneath. Is that not Lestat?

For Claudia there are a couple. First (not a painting but a sculpture) is Degas' The Little Dancer Aged Fourteen. I look at this piece and think of the history of ballet and the connotations of ballet at the time Degas was working. In France at the time ballerinas were highly taken advantage of and exploited. The exploitation was sexual in nature and simultaneously adultified and infantilized. They were highly fetishized. It's very sad and tragic and it reminds me of Claudia. The Little Dancer has an almost defiant energy to her, like there is a sense of pride and restraint, something dignified despite her lesser social standing.

I also see something of Claudia in this piece: Girl in Pink Dress, ca. 1927 by Laura Wheeler Waring. I also think this girl embodies the qualities of both Bailey and Delainey's Claudias–– there's simultaneously an innocence and maturity. I see something similar in Isabella, (aka Young Woman with a Fan), 1906 by Simon Maris and I just think it's neat to see art of Black people done by a white person from the early 1900s that isn't fetishizing or racist (don't look at J.C. Leyendecker's art of Black people, yikes!)

For Louis, my first thought was Derek Fordjour's STRWMN, 2020. It gives NOLA Louis to me in terms of style, but also the colorful and fun energy has the vibes of his little journey of gay self-discovery in Paris. I also see Louis in Lois Mailou Jones' Negro Youth, 1929. It mirrors depressed Louis for me. There is something very fragile in his expression, but you can tell he's trying to be strong, much like Louis.

As for Armand? Well, the number one is Botticelli's Saint Sebastian (it just has an uncanny resemblance to Assad) and the metaphor is too apt to not point out. The other that immediately make me think of Armand is The Abduction of Ganymede by Correggio. It's less the painting and more the myth it's based on, but out of all the Ganymede paintings, Correggio's is my favorite.

And Daniel is just like... any Nan Goldin photo, but I'll pick Heart-shaped bruise, 1980. I don't think I need to give my thoughts here 😂

Thank you again for such a fun ask! I appreciate every message I get from anons and mutuals alike 🥰

[*Edit: Being transparent––I went back and corrected a mistake I made in the original because I don't want an inaccurate/ racist post going around, even after a correction in the reblogs if people aren't seeing the original. I accidentally implied that Laura Wheeler Waring was white. I meant the statement about Simon Maris, who was a Dutch portrait artist. Laura Wheeler Waring was a prominent Black artist. Lesson to self: do not write deeply thoughtful posts at 1 am while you have a fever.]

[littlespacereader]

I saw that ur criminal minds agere fic is just one so here is my request

Daddy hoch x dada derek x little reader where something is bothering her but she regressed to a headspace where she is non verbal (she is always tiny in her headspace but today she was extra tiny) and they try to find out what's wrong but there gotta go to work but dont want to leave her alone so they go all to the Bau and after a while she falls asleep with her paci in mouth a stuffy under her arm a blankie in her hand and wrapped in a very big cozy weighet blanked 😍😍🥺

GET OUT OF HERE! Don’t actually because this fic is absolutely adorable!! I’m a sucker for a good CG!Hotch fic but CG!Morgan too!! I’m dead!! I absolutely love the ideas you added to the request so I made sure to include them all! I apologize for how long this took me to write. Between school and all the rewriting I’ve been doing it’s been a bit of a hassle. But I’m very happy with how this fic turned out! Please enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Baby in the Bullpen 🍼🏢📄

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner, Caregiver! Derek Morgan, & Fem Little! Reader

Tags - SFW!, hurt/comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, pacifiers, sippy cups, low key mentions of pull-ups, BAU family

Nicknames - Princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, Daddy for Hotch, Dada for Morgan

Picture a day where everything is perfect. It’s a perfect day where everything goes well and there’s no problem or pressure at all. Almost like you’ve been floating on a happy little cloud.

Today is not one of those days.

Today is a day where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong. Like a rain cloud that’s only centered on you.

I knew the moment I woke up it was going to be one of those days. Snuggled between my Caregivers in a nice warm bed, what more could any Little ask for? But my alarm went off and off to work I went.

It wasn’t every day my Caregivers had the day off, so I was especially mad I had work while the two of them were home. But trying to match my schedule with theirs always seemed like an uphill battle.

I arrived to my job at the bookstore to a line, let me repeat, A LINE of angry customers! How you could possibly be angry in a bookstore is beyond me, but today wanted to test me to see my limits.

So there I stood, listening to one complaint after the other, all while trying to keep my composure.

My book came with scratches on the cover!

My book’s cover was supposed to be purple!

I didn’t like the ending!

You didn’t say it was a sad book!

Blah, Blah, Blah. All utterly stupid and pointless complaints that were more ridiculous than the next. Despite their ridiculous claims it’s began to ware me down with one right after the other.

I longed for the day to end, for my Caregivers, who were probably on each others nerve by now without me as their favorite buffer. The thought brought a smile to my face.

Then my manager came over and decided to ruin it all. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to stay later today. Elizabeth called in sick.”

“I can’t I have plans.” Do I actually have plans? No, nothing besides a nice early dinner and cuddling with my Caregivers. But she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel them. You’re the only one here so you’re going to cover it.” And with that she walked away.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the day layered on again. I became overwhelmed with emotions I wasn’t allowed to have at the moment. I took my break and went into the restroom to pull myself together.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t break down now, not yet. I would have time for this when I got home. I just needed a minute and then I could go back out there and deal with everyone once again.

~~~

Morgan could see Y/N’s headlights going up the driveway before he heard the car door slam shut.

“Hotch, she’s home.” He called out to him, before the front door opened.

The moment Y/N entered the house, Morgan and Hotch immediately looked over. Morgan sat by the television and Hotch had popped out of kitchen. But immediately they could both see that something was wrong.

“Princess? You alright?” Morgan right away asked. His usual smile replaced with a worried look.

Y/N didn’t say a word. She just dropped her bags and started crying. Morgan jumped from the couch and quickly made his way over to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Morgan lifted the sad Little into his arms.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Morgan’s shirt like her life depended on it and cried. Hotch crossed the house, joining Morgan and Y/N at the door.

The two Caregivers shared a worried look. “What happened sweetheart?” Hotch tried to ask but still Y/N didn’t say a word. She just buried her head against Morgan’s chest and continued to sob.

Morgan began walking around the room with the Little in his arms, lighting bouncing and shushing her cries. One arm wraps around her back with his hand cradling her head.

Morgan and Hotch continue to share worried looks to one another as the two Caregivers turn their profiling sides on for a moment.

“She was supposed to be home at 3 right?”

“Yeah but she texted me saying they had to keep her there long.” Hotch replied.

“So a bad day at work?”

“This isn’t just from a bad day at work. This is a build up. We were gone all last week and now the first day of our break she has to work. Mix that with possibly a bad day and…” Hotch trailed on.

“Poor baby,” Morgan coos, “Missing your handsome Caregiver today huh?” He jokes hoping to get anything from his little one, but it doesn’t get a smile. Instead she just rests her head on his shoulder as tears still slip from her eyes.

Thankfully all the walking around bouncing seemed to work, at least a little bit. Y/N was no longer crying but she didn’t seem too happy either.

“There we go, no more tear gorgeous. You’re okay now. We’ve got you.” Morgan sat beside Hotch on the couch, pulling Y/N in his lap.

Hotch leaned over and wiped the remaining tears from her face. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” He asked but Y/N just cuddled closer to Morgan instead of answering.

All at once the two realized their baby was feeling a bit non verbal today. It didn’t happen often with Y/N, but when it did they knew she was feeling especially young.

“Not in the mood for talking? That’s okay princess. We’ve got you.” Morgan starts to say.

“How about this? How about we go upstairs and get changed out of these big uncomfortable clothes and into something a bit more comfortable? Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no.”

Morgan took her hand in his. After a moment of thinking he set a single squeeze. He looked to Hotch and nodded. “Alright, let’s get you changed.”

He stands and immediately smells something burning. “Aaron…you’re burning dinner again.” Hotch’s face dropped. He jumps up from the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Morgan smirked and shook his head. He carries Y/N upstairs and while chuckling, “It isn’t really a Daddy dinner if he didn’t burn it?” He joked. That got a small smile from Y/N. They were heading in the right direction.

Once in her light pink bedroom, he set her down on her bed and began going through her dresser drawer. “Okay, I think for you tonight we’re going to get you dressed in the absolute softest pajamas. And the absolute softest pajama you have arrrreeeeee these!”

He turned back to the bed to see Y/N sitting patiently with her favorite stuffie Sharky the shark in hand. “Ta-da!” He held up the fluffy pink long sleeve onesie complete with footed feet.

Y/N squeezes their stuffie as they took a moment of consideration. They decided with a simple nod of the head as a yes to Morgan and the footed onesie.

“Great! I thought I picked a good one,” he winked, “Now let’s get you changed for the night.”

Morgan helped Y/N take off their normal work attire and changed into the soft onesie and a pull-up for good measure. “There we are. Now let’s get your hair out of your face.” Morgan moved to get their hair tied and brush when there was a knock to the door.

~~~

Daddy walked in and he had that look on his face. You know, the look that says something’s wrong and he’s not happy about it.

“Derek I need to speak to you for a moment.”

That’s never a good thing.

“Y/N, we’ll be right outside the door okay? Just for a minute.” Dada reiterated.

My two Caregivers left the room and closed the door behind them. Then, once again, I was alone. The terrible feelings start to come back again.

Dada scared them away with his gentle rocking, shushing and jokes. He always knows how to make me feel better when I’m upset. But now my sadness was returning and with it fear. It’s never a good thing when your Caregivers go to talk about something first without you there.

I squeezed my shark stuffie a little tighter as I stared down the bedroom door. Was I in trouble? Was there trouble? My mind started to spiral with ideas.

It sounded like they were arguing, not with each other but about something. Again, that’s never a good thing to hear. My sadness took a backseat for a second as curiosity took the wheel. I hoped off my bed and walked over to the door with the hopes of maybe catching what they were talking about.

“Call them back and tell them we can’t. I mean you see the kind of night she’s having.”

“You don’t think I know that? *sigh* I tried everything, every excuse in the book. Rossi knows us, he knows Y/N. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t life or death, you know he wouldn’t.”

“So what are we going to do? She can’t be by herself tonight-“

I backed away from the door as I processed what they’re saying. Uncle Rossi called? That means they were going to the office. They’re leaving me.

The realization brought sadness back to the drivers seat. I walked back over to my bed and crawled under the covers. Maybe it’s better if I’m alone. I don’t want them! I don’t want anyone!

I cried into my shark stuffie as I heard the door open and close again. Then I heard the sound of footsteps over to my bed before I felt someone sit next to me.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it’s just Daddy.” Hotch said as his hand rubbed the top of the blanket.

Okay maybe I was lying when I said I wanted to be alone…because I don’t. I want him to stay!

I peeked my head out from the blanket and was met with Daddy’s worried eyes. He opened his arms to me as a silent invitation, one I happily took. He brought me into his lap and hugged me close. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell from my eyes.

“There’s my sweet girl. Now, there’s something we need to talk about.”

The last scared me, and all at once I started crying some more as I shook my head no. I don’t want to hear the bad news.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hear it yet. It’s not a bad thing I promise. It’s just…a change of plans.” Hotch sighed as he began to rub my back to calm me down, “You see, Uncle Rossi called me and he really needs Dada and I to go to the office and work on something. Now normal I would rather you stay home and stay far away from the office. But I can see you really need Dada and I tonight so…you’re going to come to the office with us.”

My sniffles here and there stopped for a moment as I process what he was saying. I would come into the office with them?

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him confused. I would go to his office, like this? And he was okay with it? I mean, his team knows about my regress. One of them even regresses too. Spencer and I are best friends because of it. But everyone else at the FBI doesn’t know.

I guess Daddy could see my confusing because he explained on. “It would only be us, just our team. It’s too late for everyone else to be at the office anyway. Just Aunt JJ, Aunt Emily, Aunt Penelope, Uncle Rossi and Spencer. No one else.”

That put my worries at ease, but it didn’t answer million other questions running through my mind. Before I really understood what was happening, he stood up and made his way over to the dresser.

He paused seeing my hair ties and brush sitting on top. Daddy chuckled, “It’s a good thing I stopped Dada before he brushed your hair. Isn’t that right?”

I mean he wasn’t lying. When it came to doing my hair, Hotch is my favorite person…well after Aunt Penelope, JJ and Emily of course. Morgan…he wasn’t the most gentle when it came to brushing my hair. He sat back on the bed and began to brush and tie my hair.

Once satisfied, he went to my closet and grabbed my usual Little to-go bag. He began packing it with the usuals some coloring books, crayons, toys, my pacifier, and a weighted blanket. But speaking of paci…

Immediately when I saw my favorite pacifier I whined and made grabbie hands for it. Daddy immediately held it up for me as if to say “is this want you want?” When I nodded my head yes repeatedly, he walked over and handed it to me.

I immediately popped it in and felt the rush of relief. There’s something about a paci that just melts away the stress. I held Sharkey close and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the nice fuzzy feeling before it disappeared.

Daddy walked back over with a little pacifier clip. He wrapped it around and clipped it to my onesie so I wouldn’t lose it.

Dada popped in with a sippy cup on his hand. He handed it to Daddy before he zipped the bag up. I looked over at Dada and notice the new outfit he was wearing. Actually, now that I’m thinking that I notice Daddy was the same way. Out of their usual at home comfy clothes and back into their stupid work clothes.

“All set?” Hotch asked Morgan.

“Yeah I’m all set. Is she all good?”

“She’s all packed up and ready to go.”

Then they both looked back to me. I just squeezed Sharky and looked away. Dada walked over and kneeled down beside me.

“I know the last thing you want to do tonight is go out. But…” he dragged the but on, “Think of this whole thing like an adventure. Going undercover with your Caregivers at the FBI. You’re our Little agent tonight.”

I lifted my head up and met his eyes. That did sound cool the way he was saying it. I put my arms out to him and made grabby hands to be held.

He never needs to be told twice. He smiled, lifting me up into his arms. “Come on baby, let’s start our adventure.”

Dada carried me to the car with Daddy right behind. In Daddy’s arms, my backpack and his brief case in the other. Daddy hoping in the drivers seat while Dada buckled me into my seat. Once he hopped into the passenger seat, we were off.

The ride to the BAU wasn’t long at all, but with the emotionally exhausting day I’ve been having, I kept nodding off the whole drive. I really only woke up when the SUV came to a stop in the underground parking garage.

Daddy came to my side of the car, helping me with my seatbelt before I hoped out. It was weird seeing the parking garage so empty. Usually it would be filled with cars. Now it had our SUV and the others cars inside of it with the rest of the spots empty.

We made our way to the elevator. “Wanna press 15 for me sweetheart?” Hotch asked. I nodded and happily pressed the button. With that the doors close and we start to go up.

Once the doors opened I immediately started to feel shy. It’s very rare that I go out regressed like this, walking around in my onesie, stuffie in my hands and my paci in my mouth.

But today was a horrible, horrible day. And there was no way I was going to be much older than I am now.

I walk closer to Dada and grab his hand. He holds onto it tightly as I walk sort of hidden behind him.

Once in the bullpen Rossi greeted us. He began briefing Morgan and Hotch on what’s going on. All the big words fly over my head as I stay hidden against Dada’s side.

After a moment he turns and looks at me, “And hello my beautiful niece! How are you doing tonight? Out on a late night adventure?” Rossi smiles.

“She’s not feeling very talkative tonight David.” Hotch explains.

“Aw! That’s no problem. Whatever is most comfortable for my favorite niece in the whole world.” His kindness starts to bring me out of my shell a bit. I turn from Dada’s side to Rossi with a small smile across my face.

“She’s your only niece.” Morgan chuckles.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Rossi winks towards me. Again I can’t help but smile.

With my free hand I lift Sharky up to Rossi to see. “Ahh! Well if it isn’t Sharky! He scared me! I thought there was a loose shark in here! You better keep an eye on him Y/N.” He winked.

Rossi looks back up towards Morgan and Hotch and explaining what they needed to do.

Morgan looks to me and squeezes my hand before letting it go, “Alright princess I gotta go do some work. You’re going to go with Daddy, okay? I’ll see you later.”

With a pat to my back and a kiss to the top of my forehead Dada he made a move to leave. But before he could I grabbed his hand again, a whine sounding behind my pacifier.

I could feel Daddy place a hand on my shoulder as Dada turned around and took his hand from me. “I know baby, I know. I promise I’ll be back soon. You stay with Daddy.” He tried to reassure but I shake my head no.

Tears fell from my face as I watched him walk into the middle of the bullpen and take a seat at his desk. I didn’t want this! I want to be home with the two of them!

Daddy picks me up and carried me towards his office, all while rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. Looking over his shoulder I could see the whole team gathering to talk about the case.

Aunt JJ and Emily stand next to Morgan’s desk chatting with him. Not unusual. What is unusual is Spencer. I’ve never seen Spencer outside of our headspaces before. Whenever we hang out he’s regressed with me. So seeing him working and being his usual adult self was an odd shock to my system.

But soon we were in Daddy’s office with the door shutting behind him. All at once the overwhelming office became less overwhelmed with just the two of us together.

He sat his briefcase down on his desk before crossing the office and taking a seat with me on his office couch. “It’s okay. I know, it’s a long day isn’t it? And it keeps getting longer. But I’m here and Dada’s just a few feet away. We’re here.”

Daddy spends a moment reassuring and comforting me. Once my tears stop falling he coaxes me to start to color at his coffee table. “Alright, Daddy’s got to go do some work and while I do why don’t you color a picture for Dada and I? If you need anything you just come over and I’ll help you.”

With a kiss to my forehead, he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He grabs my coloring book, my crayons and my sippy cup and places them all infront of me before he heads to his desk to work.

For a little while I try not to bother him as he types away on his computer and makes phone call after phone call. But after a picture or two I get a bit antsy. I want to be by him or Dada! Not at this stupid coffee table!

So, grabbing Sharky and my weighted blanket, I make my way over to Daddy at his desk. I round the desk and pull on his sleeve.

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Hotch, who can’t even remember his name at the moment with the amount of work he has, snaps out of his fog when he feels a small tug on his sleeve.

Then a small smile creeps across his face as he sees the tired Little standing infront of him, rubbing their eyes with their fist, a yawn or two escaping behind their pacifier.

“Oh, Y/N. What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asks before remembering.

He takes a moment to look them over before asking, “You wanna go to bed sweetheart?” That gets a nod. “Okay, give me a second and I’ll get the couch set up for you.”

But before he even turns back to his computer, Y/N whiles and shakes her head no. That seemed to upset her.

Hotch turns to her once again, this time confused. She wants to sleep, but not on the couch. “What’s the matter honey?” He asked concerned.

Y/N, with tired tears in her eyes, reach out to him with her stuffie and blanket in her arms. Ohhhhhhh. Finally it kicks in.

“You wanna snuggle honey? Okay. Come here, let’s bundle you up first.” Y/N holds onto her shark as Hotch leans forward and wraps her weighted blanket around her. Then he picked her up like a little burrito and sits her on his lap. Her head rest comfortably against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

“There you go. Comfy?” He asks getting a small nod in agreement. “Alright, you go to sleep. Daddy will be right here to protect you.” Hotch adds with a kiss to her forehead for good measure.

Hotch continues on working with Y/N peacefully sleeping in his arms. Her head pressed again his chest listening to his heart beat, her paci still in her mouth and her shark stuffie held tightly inside her blankie. She’s the most relaxed she had been all day.

An hour flew by before Hotch received a knock at his door. Garcia popped her head in to ask Hotch a question but that quickly flew out the window as she got a look at how adorable Y/N was.

“Oh my gosh!!! Look at her!!” She whispered, practically dying at the sight of Y/N peacefully sleep in Hotch’s arms.

Garcia couldn’t help herself and alerted everyone to the cute sight. Soon everyone was taking a break from their work to pop into Hotch’s office and see Y/N. They all cooed and awed at the adorable Little who only cuddled closer to her Caregiver.

Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes plays fully, “Hey! When is it my turn?”

“Your chances of being president of the FBI are better than you getting Y/N from my arms.” Hotch jokes back. Now that he had the sweet sleeping Little in his arms, he was not letting her go.

[sterekcollabang]

Which Con at Witch Con?

Writer: @thotpuppy

Artists: @quackquackcey, @uinuvien

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale Additional Tags: Witch Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Laura Hale, Miscommunication, craft fairs, territory dispute, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Frottage, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Lube, Excessive Lube, Come as Lube, Gross, Wet & Messy, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Banter, Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut Summary:

Stiles works at a headshop that sells a little bit of everything, including some real and not so real witchy wares. The job sucks, but he doesn’t make enough with his side gig (as, you know, a REAL witch) to get by without it. Even so, he makes his wares and sells them at various craft fairs around the area. With recent fashion trends, occult adjacent goods are more popular than ever, which certainly helps make rent each month. Derek, meanwhile, is a very real supernatural with a very real chip on his shoulder, especially when his siblings drag him to bogus “Occult Markets” that are just spooky craft fairs filled with nonbelievers just trying to cash in on a trend. It’s even worse when he finds a real witch selling his wares where he’s not supposed to be. ----- Meet ugly turned meet cute with a dash of Excessive Smut to tide us all over.

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*Anastasia (Hartford Theatre pre-Broadway run - Christy Altomare, Derek Klena)

*Anastasia (Broadway - Christy Altomare, Derek Klena)

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical (Broadway, 06/24/18 - Melissa Benoist)

Beetlejuice (Broadway, 10/31/19 aka Halloween)

Book of Mormon (Broadway - Ben Platt)

Come From Away (Broadway - Jenn Collela)

Falsettos (Proshot)

Falsettos (Broadway - ORC, not proshot)

Falsettos (Tour - Max von Essen, Nick Adams, Eden Espinosa, Nick Blaemire, Audrey Cardwell, Bryonha Marie Parham)

*Falsettos (Tour - Max von Essen, Nicka Adams, Eden Espinosa, Nick Blaemire, Audrey Cardwell, Bryonha Marie Parham)

Freaky Friday (La Jolla)

*Ghost (Broadway - Caissie Levy)

Hamilton (Broadway - Lexi Lawson)

Hamilton (First National Tour - Michael Luwoye, Solea Pffeifer, Joshua Henry, Emmy Raver Lampman, Isaiah Johnson, Jordan Donica, Mathenee Treco, Ruben J. Carbajal, Amber Iman, Rory O'Malley)

*Hamilton (Chicago Act 1 only - Karen Olivo, Ariana Afsar, Samantha Marie Ware, Miguel Cervantes, Joshua Henry)

*Hamilton (Broadway - OBC, not proshot)

*The Last Five Years (Off-Broadway - Betsy Wolfe, Adam Kantor)

*Lempicka (Broadway, 03/38/24 - Eden Espinosa, Amber Iman, Andrew Samonsky, George Abud, Natalie Joy Johnson, Zoe Glick, Nathaniel Stampley, Beth Leavel)

*Mean Girls (Broadway, 02/22/20 - Renee Rapp, Erika Henningson, Barrett Wilbert Weed, Grey Henson, Kate Rockwell, Krystina Alabado, Kyle Selig)

*Mean Girls (National Tour)

*Mystery of Edwin Drood (Broadway - Stephanie J. Block, Betsy Wolfe, Jessie Mueller)

*The Prom (Alliance Theatre pre-Broadway - Caitlin Kinnunen, Anna Grace Barlow)

*She Loves Me (Broadway - ORC proshot)

Waitress (ART pre-Broadway run - Jessie Mueller, Jeanna de Waal, Keala Settle, Drew Gehling, Joe Tippett, Dakin Matthews, Christopher Fitzgerald, Eric Anderson)

*Waitress (Broadway - Jessie Mueller, Keala Settle, Molly Jobe, Drew Gehling)

*Waitress (Broadway - Sara Barielles, Chris Diamantopoulos, Charity Angel Dawson, Molly Jobe, Will Swenson, Christopher Fitzgerald)

*Waitress (Broadway, 06/19/17 - Betsy Wolfe, Drew Gehling)

Waitress (Broadway, 12/14/17 - Stephanie Torns, Jason Mraz)

Waitress (Broadway - Shoshana Bean, Jeremy Jordan)

*Waitress (Broadway - Shoshana Bean, Jeremy Jordan)

Waitress (Broadway, 02/03/19 - Sara Bareilles, Gavin Creel)

Waitress (Tour, 08/26/18)

Wicked (Broadway, 02/01/15 - Caroline Bowman, Kara Lindsey)

Wicked (Broadway, 02/10/13 - Donna Vivino, Ali Mauzey, Kyle Dean Massey, Randy Danson, Adam Grupper, Catherine Charlebois, F. Michael Haynie, Tom Flynn)

Wicked (unknown - Eden Espinosa, Megan Hilty)

*Wicked (Broadway - Stephanie J. Block, Annaleigh Ashford)

*Wicked (Broadway - Lindsay Mendez, Katie Rose Clark)

[hotchreids-girl]

terffied , aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x fem!reader <Reader gets scared >.

( word-count ) 1.5k

Hotch has been talking about getting jack all week , Jack is in Atlanta, Georgia with his mother, Hotch gets custody of Jack he leaves to get him this evening..

Waring none really just blurb in current events reader gets scared.

A/n .. I would love feedback an any likes reblogs are really appreciated it thank you

This is my official fic for Aaron Hotchner , This hits home pretty close right now they say write with your heart write about current events in your life I understand if this doesn’t get the attention I’m hoping for with love likes epic , but I’m stepping out of my comfort zone I love Hotch with all my heart an wanted someone to feel this . I don’t know anyways here we go .. so nervous right now

Thanks for allowing me to step out of my comfort zone .

💌My first official Hotch fic 💌

A/n I’m scared ..

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“A Tropical Storm Warning as issued for the following states , Atlanta Georgia Florida Tennessee” , the list kept going , Hotch told the team he was gonna head on to get Jack , You were at home Hotch stops by to see you on his way out to get Jack , He calls you Hey I’m on my way over , Everything ok you say ya he says he’s voice a Little shaken , A knock at the door it’s Hotch , You open the door , You let him in . I know you say you’re heading out to get Jack , You run up to Hotch , He opens he’s arms to give you a hug , you too were not dating yet but he needed to see you before he left , he felt at ease with you . Jack will be happy to see you you tell Hotch as he turns to walk out the door , Hurry back you say safety we need you both home safe you say , I know Hotch says .

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Hotch takes the Jet to get , Jack . He should be up in the air by now you thinking.

You send Hotch a message.

💬.

It’s 2:35pm

“Let me know when you safely land .

You send the message.

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You hear Except Heavy high Dangerous winds , Heavy Rain In the next few hours The news , List of the states again , You mute the tv , Garcia calls You answer Hey you say softly, Hey love she says Everything ok you ask her .? As far as I know , I was Just checking on you , Were at the BAU if you wanna come down , Come to work on my day off you say softly ya she says it beats waiting to hear from Hotch all by your self she applies, Good point you say On my way you say ..

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You check your phone for any messages no messages You sigh, you grab your stuff to head out to work , Garica had a good point you said cause not knowing if Hotch is ok is driving you nuts .

You head to the BAU , you stop to get Everyone’s favorite coffee on the way and you get some Croissants in donuts for everyone. Let’s face when you worry you stress eat .you have all kinds of emotions right now .

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You get up to the FBI building, You head in you got everything in your hands , You get to the lobby in get to the elevator press the six floor to the BAU room , everyone is around the table , playing scrabble , Hey Love Em says hey I brought coffee it’s got each of your names on it , bright Croissants in donuts oh donuts Spencer says he grabs he’s coffee an a donut thanks bestie he says you giggle no problem Spence . You’re a life saver Garica said .

What we playing scrabble JJ says you wanna join , I’ll set this one out you say . Any word on Hotch Em says not yet you say Derek said he should be getting close since he took the jet . That’s what I thought you said , I told him to message me when he made it safely I’m nervous , What if the power lines got knocked down were he landed an he couldn’t let us know he made it ..

It’s 4pm

💬 message to Hotch .

Hey Just checking in , Did you make it in okay?

Derek hey baby girl I’m sure your man is fine , He smiles .

You surge Derek .

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It’s 5pm

You guys are watching the news the jet shoulda made it by now Derek and you say .. A Tornado Warning has been issued for the following, you say damn it they can’t catch a break ..

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📞:Hotch …

Your 📞 : Ringsits Hotch

📞: Hey you say softly, it’s good to hear your voice he said , Are you ok you ask him , Ya were fine .. I miss you Hotch you say miss you to we’ll be home soon , it’s crazy over here the phone cuts in and out you lose the connection . “Damn it you say “. Hey at least we know he’s ok Spencer says .

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You in the team decided to camp out at the office , until Hotch made it home safe . “Derek checks in on you , How you holding up , it’s almost 8pm you guys hadn’t heard anything from Hotch yet since at 5pm , “You should get some sleep Derek points out no You Say raising your head sleeps overrated I’ll sleep when he’s home .

You really care about him don’t you “Em asks you , yes don’t you yes we all do , but you me ,what you say . I think it’s deeper connection with you towards him , you’re into him “Em says , maybe you say but he’s not gonna see me that way , we just become very close you say , I’m not judging Em Says I was just curious I guess .

Garica they would be cute together , I agree Em in Spencer says I think they might be already together without realizing it Derek says . No we’re not you say , JJ come on guys stop teasing her .

10pm

You messaged Hotch

💬: Hotch

Hey , I hope you made it to Jack .

Just thinking about you, please stay safe . The team is at the office.

You in the team had passed out ..

Hotch comes in with Jack , he lays Jack on the couch ,

He heads over to your desk , Rubs your back, Hey Love I made it back home , Hotch you say softly where’s Jack over there on the couch asleep, you smile , you get up to give Hotch a big Hug … I’m so glad you made it home safely, He goes I told you I would ..

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I hope you enjoy this ..

@catssluvr

Love you guys

K 💌

[wolf-knights]

something has changed

Pairing: Derek Morgan x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: hi, yes im back and by popular demand uploading chapter 2 of the derek morgan fic. Chapter three is in works currently so lets hope by Friday night or Saturday its done to be uploaded :)

mentions: strong language(?), drinking, gay pining(?), smut...like this whole chapter is smut so be ware, AFAB anatomy used, DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. if theres any warning i left out please let me know.

-> 18+only, do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

Alcohol clouds your mind as your back collides with the soft sheets of the bed, his hands roaming your body, kiss after kiss from your lips to your neck to your collarbone, marks after marks. 

“Derek…” his name escapes your lips as a sigh, he looks at you, and his warm eyes still make you feel something even if this was a one-time thing, you knew it was in your mind. “Y/n…are you sure…you want this?” he asked wanting to know you wanted this as much as him, that you needed him as much as he needed you. The words escaped you as you nodded “I need to hear it from you, pretty boy” he whispered making you shiver “Yes…I want you Derek” your voice barely audible. At that moment everything was fogged, the only thing that wasn’t fogged were Derek’s hands moving under your shirt pulling it over your head as his eyes trailed over your body “god you are hot” his hand moved to trail one of the tattoos on your chest, his hand lightly grazing against the scar from your top surgery, he had seemed to figure it out, you took a deep breath looking at him sobering up a little “Derek-I-I’m-” Derek saw the fear in your eyes, fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt “it’s okay…it doesn’t matter to me, pretty boy” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed you. This kiss was different, reassuring, and gentle, it felt like running through a field of flowers with the sun about to set, the soft breeze hitting against your face and making you smile.

The kiss was broken to breathe, and derek’s lust-filled eyes looked down at you as your hands gripped his shirt pulling at it to remove the article of clothing. He smirked and pulled away to remove the shirt, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sharp breath you took “oh, so you like?” he said as he moved away completely, eyes still fixing you in place as you nodded “what’s not to like?” he chuckled as he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankles making you yelp and look at him as you laugh, the alcohol was officially starting to attack you properly. He leaned down his hands on your hips as he attacked your neck making your laugh turn into a moan “now that’s something I like to hear” he whispered in your ear as his kisses traveled down your body from your neck to your chest, kissing across your scars with a smirk as his hands moved from your waist to the waistline of your pants. As his hands played teasingly with the waistband his soft kisses turned into bite marks littering across your body, leaving evidence of the night behind him “can remove these?” he whispered only for your hands to grab a hold of his “let me…” you breathed lightly as he moved his hand with a smirk, only for you to smirk and use his loss of control to your advantage flipping you two so he was below you, he chuckled as you straddled him “I know what you're up to. I can see it in your eyes." derek’s hands rested on your hips as you leaned down and kissed him “well will you indulge me then?” you whispered as you kissed him a few times before moving down his body leaving marks where ever you could, you could feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you would hear derek’s breathing change or feel his hands in your hair

“Can I...” you asked making sure he was okay with it, he unbuttoned his pants removing them while his eyes stayed on yours, you laughed lightly looking away knowing your cheeks were redder than you’d like to admit. You kissed your way down Derek’s chest only for him to moan as you got closer to his cock “are you okay with this?” you asked making sure he wanted this, his hand gripped your hair, he could see the slight excitement in your eyes as he gently pulled your head back “just suck it already” he whispered in the voice that would have anyone melting, you smirked “someone’s getting impatient…” you said only for Derek to mirror the smirk you had on your face “and something tells me you are not one to take command pretty boy… so now why don’t you end what you started” your breathing hitches as your eyes move to his lips before leaning in and kissing him, he pulls back with his signature look and winks “get to work pretty boy” he whispers, you bite your lip before moving your hand to cup his cock through his underwear feeling it twitch in your hand from the touch. You pulled Derek’s underwear down finally fully freeing his cock. Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the length of the cock, licking around the tip as Derek’s hand grips your hair as you take the entire length into your mouth. The sight alone had Derek’s mouth watering, he had decided then and there that this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. You started to move faster, occasionally looking at Derek to see the look of pleasure clear on his face, there was clear eagerness in your eyes. Both of you had lost track of the time, not a single thought in your minds except each other and what was happening right now. Derek came back to his senses as he got closer to the edge, he wanted to do more before he finally came, and he pulled at your hair making you open your eyes looking at him with lust-blown eyes “stop baby…don’t want to cum just yet” he whispered with a smile as he pulls you closer to himself making you straddle him. 

Derek moved the hair from your forehead before pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on your hips, your unbuttoned pants seemed to be in the way of him as the kiss got heated.

You were lost, as your brain had started to fog with only the thoughts of Derek. Your body shivered every time his hand got closer to your nipples making you grip Derek’s shoulders harder, he couldn’t help but tease you further as he shifted you to one of his thighs. He hooks his finger in the belt loops pulling you closer as you gasped at the sudden friction making you tremble and hold on to his bicep, he laughed softly “oh…sensitive all ready, pretty boy?” As he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. 

 You were no doubt getting a little impatient now and he knew that just by the way you’d whine whenever he would purposefully make you grind as he’d shift his thigh.

“Just fuck me already…” your head had dropped on his shoulder by now his hand was in your pants, massaging your slightly sensitive clit slowly, your body felt like it was on fire, derek’s touch alone had made you quite worked up yet he couldn’t get enough of your whimpers or moan begging him to just fuck you at this point, his fingers already deep in your cunt moving in a rhythm as he pushed them in only to pull them out slowly, with every push of his fingers you’d gasp with a shiver running up your spine. You could feel his bulge pressing against you, his heavy breaths against your neck was a whole other experience of arousal. Derek’s free hand in your hair pulling it away from his neck only to see your face literally being the definition of pleasure itself “you are driving me insane already, baby” his lips grazed against yours, and as his fingers pushed in again his lips attacked your bitten ones, your moans trapped between your interlocking tongues. In the heat of the moment he had flipped you so you were on your back with him towering over you, your heart was beating faster than it had ever on a case. Derek held eye contact for a moment for a sign of hesitation only to find lust and desire though he still asked “you sure you want this, pretty boy?” 

“pl-please just…fuck me already! please” your hand on his shoulder moved as he pulled away with a soft chuckle, your legs now resting on top of his thighs with his hands moving down your body until they reached the waistband slowly pulling it down as his hungry eyes stayed on yours “god you couldn’t be more handsome” he whispered as his eyes fully take you in. Derek’s hand moved up on your torso, up to your chest with short gasp-like breaths leaving you as derek’s hand found your nipples quite easily. He slid his thumb against it, an easy and lazy flick that had you squirming with soft sounds leaving you. A cascade of shivers surged through you rushing down into that ache that was pooling into that well-known pleasure. 

The look of pleasure as derek pinched your nipple, a sort of encouragement that made him do it again this time pulling a soft whimper out of you. The back-and-forth flick had you squirming and biting back moans, your thighs resting against Derek’s waist his left hand resting gently on your thigh as an anchor for you. Derek did not stop his assault on your nipples though his thumb flicking over them sending waves of tingles and twitches through your body with desperate wines leaving you. A pinch and twist that sent pain and pleasure through your body that had your hips bucking with an ever so sultry chuckle leaving derek as his hand softly massaged the now red nipples before his hand travelled down your squirming body, down towards where you wanted his hands to be the most. 

Derek’s fingers slid along the wet folds slowly, as your hips jumped at every slight touch. His free hand spread your legs apart as he slid his fingers up and down idly, for a moment he gave a light touch to the opening of your vagina. His fingers pressing against it, he massaged the pads of his fingers against your cunt, gathering that wetness on them as another desperate noise left you derek moved his fingers back up lightly grazing against your clit. The excitement and the heat made you arch your hips for more of derek’s touch only for him to pull his fingers away as he adjusted his position a little. With his fingers back on your cunt, he spread his fingers in a peace sign, avoiding the clit as much as he could though he rubbed teasingly close to it earning him a moan-like whine. As derek’s fingertips pressed lightly to the outer labia making your hips jump with a shuddering gasp as he slid his fingers up and down, your breathing fast and erratic, your cheeks flushed and burning. 

Derek loved this, he loved how easy it was to figure out what you liked, the way you’d tremble and squirm with his every touch. Derek bit the inside, he loved all the noises you would make, god he could tease you all night and not get tired by hearing your desperate sounds begging him. But not today, not right now, not on the first night. He had already planned that this would not be a one-time thing.

A whimper left you as derek slid his fingers along the skin, pressing where he knew the clit was while massaging it firmly. A sensation that your hips bucked whenever derek’s fingers applied the pressure, sending shudders and trembles down your spine with a moan leaving you. Going back to gathering that wetness on his fingers, derek moved his fingers back to your clit with your muscles flexing and quivering under him, he tapped lightly at your swollen clit smirking at how your hips jumped eagerly for more.

Derek pressed a soft kiss against the edge of your hip before softly nipping at it making you twitch softly with a whine, before softly kissing down your hips. His lips soon pressed a kiss against your mound, a moan leaving you as your hands gripped the bed sheet in a tight hold. 

Thighs quivering on either side of him as derek gave a swirl of his fingers against your cunt, as he moved his fingers in slow circles while looking at you. The rush of heat under derek’s skin at the sight of your flushed and pleasure-filled face, your lips parting for those ragged and heavy breaths that paired with soft shivers of your body drove derek crazy. To be frank, derek had never felt such complicated feelings, not for anyone and certainly not for a one-night stand or so he thought. 

As derek’s fingers continued rubbing firm yet slow circles against your cunt, he pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs as they tightened and trembled against him. His brown eyes held blazing eye contact with you as he pulled away his fingers though his soft kisses continued growing closer to where you wanted him the most, his fingers pressing gently and pulling the lips apart before he blew softly at your already sensitive and swollen clit “de-derek!” a soft whine of his name left you, that alone was enough to drive him crazy, his free hand softly massaging your thigh as you squirmed.

Derek moved your thighs to his shoulders, a whimper leaving you as he leaned in lapping at the wet folds. This new feeling had you arching your hips as one of your hands gripped the bed sheet under you while the other was moving down to grip his hand. Derek had pulled away for a moment to see the look of pleasure on your face, he had smirked before leaning down again and lapped while making sure to keep up with the fast yet slow rhythm against the opening of your cunt. Moving up he pressed his tongue gently against your clit before giving it a lick as a moan left you, derek had forgotten about himself all of his focus on you and your squirming body. Moving his left hand from your thigh to pull at the outer labia before he gave a gentle lick to your clit again before he closed his lips around it, he looked at you to see your reaction only to find you gripping the pillow beneath your head as he had slowly started to suck it. Moving his left hand away from its previous position only to press the pads of his fingers against your slick opening, pressing them against your cunt as his tongue joined in the action again lightly swirling against your clit in rhythm with the sucking. The overwhelming sensations had your hips jerking up with cries and moans of his name leaving your trembling body. Derek’s right hand still holding onto your hand in a way anchoring you, providing a sort of comfort as he kept up with the pleasure. 

You grew impatient as his fingers pushed in, the rhythm lining up with the swirling and sucking on the clit. Your hips tried to arch off the bed as derek pushed his fingers in again faster than he had previously in result hearing your moans with the slick noise. The wetness gathered on his fingers as he gave another swirl against the now sensitive swollen clit that had your toes curling with a wine of derek’s name. Whenever you’d moan or whimper out his name it would send shudders down his spine and instinctively make him ground down against the bed a soft huff leaving him. 

The way your muscles would contract and squeeze around him whenever the pace fastened had derek moaning out in time with you. The vibrations of the moans and hums had your hips jerking down against derek’s hands that played with you whilst holding your hips in place, derek loved the slight struggle your hips would do to arch. He continued sucking at your clit as his fingers massaged against the inner walls clenching around his fingers. With every thrust of his fingers, you could feel the familiar heat setting in, like something was close to snapping. Derek feels your toes curl with your thighs squeezing around him as his fingers hit the bundle of nerves. The hand that was in derek’s clenched as your body twitched as it snapped, the climax being pushed over the edge, derek fingers keeping up with the rhythm he had as you orgasmed. 

Your body twitched as you came down, your breathing heavy. Derek gently pulled away as his hand rested on your thighs caressing them softly to bring you back down “you doing okay, pretty boy?” he whispered as he moved your hair off your forehead as you nodded slightly nuzzling against his hand before you stopped as you regained your senses “yeah…ju-just need to breath for a moment” you whispered knowing that you wanted more, more of derek. 

You looked up at him with a hungry and lustful look that no doubt set derek’s mind on fire. Derek’s hand moved from your thighs to your waist as he leaned down pressing a soft yet fiery kiss on your lips, your hand on his bicep while the other tried to pull him closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened before he pulled away breathing heavily his hands resting beside your head to hold him up “where is…?” you already knew what he was going to ask, you softly smirked and pointed to the bedside table. Your eyes follow him as he pulls out a condom and lube. He returned back to his position before he pulled away placing the items by his side he grabbed your waist to position you a little higher on the mount of pillows, you laughed softly after a gasp had left you at how easy it was for him to move you around. He seemed to figure out how his positioning you intrigued you, Derek hid his smirk as he moved closer to you, your thighs resting on his. Derek’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment as he accommodated himself between your thighs, he could clearly see the slick glistening between your legs. Just like you derek himself was getting eager, as he leaned closer his cock pressed against the glistening folds though he didn’t push in, his lips were back on yours as his cock rubbed against slippery folds. You gripped his shoulders as you softly moaned into the kiss with your hips jumping up at the sensation. 

Derek softly groaned with each slide against you, it had him aching for more, for you. He grabbed the condom that was sitting beside the twisted bodies, he bit the corner and tore it open a bit way too eagerly. Though his hips instinctively moved he forced himself to calm down to prep himself for you. His breathing was heavy as he adjusted his position, one hand on his cock to guide himself while the other was free for you to squeeze as you felt the push of Derek’s cock. Derek made sure to be slow as you breathe shuddered, hand holding his, you couldn’t get the thought of the fact out of your mind that this felt different from the other times you would have slept with someone. 

When derek was sure he didn’t need to guide himself anymore, his now free hand sprawled on your hip as his thumb moved too slowly and steadily drawing circles over your clit as he slowly works himself further in, with a soft groan leaving him at the stimulation of you tightening from the constant stimulation being provided to you. Derek couldn’t get enough of your soft moans with every move.

Derek could feel you tense up, he gave a tap on your clit before moving his hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down to place kisses on your neck as he forced his hips to stop to let you get used to him though his kisses don’t stop, moving from your neck to your lips to nipping at your neck with marks already forming, he had noticed the way you bit back your moans whenever he would nip at your skin “Let me hear your voice” he whispered in your ear as his hand carded through your hair grabbing it as his eyes looked at your lust filled ones. Derek could feel you relax with his every kiss and touch, even to him this felt different then his other hookups.

You had whispered something that derek wasn’t able to hear, worried he looked at you “is-is everything okay, pretty boy?” he seemed to be on full alert, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the caringness “I-I’m ready…” you whispered with a slight smile. 

Derek chuckled at how scared he got before he leaned in close and kissed you before pulling away though his arm stayed beside your head while the other hand rested on your hips as his thumb rubbed gently at your clit to relax you further, you had given into him already. Derek focused on rolling his hips making sure to take it slow to not hurt you.

Derek bit back a groan as his pace picked up, you yourself couldn’t hold your moans back. With his hips moving in a quick rolling motion though his real focus was your clit, his fingers on your clit speeding up until your body was left trembling. As derek felt you flutter around him, he pulls his hips back instinctively pulling a whine out of you, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly before he pushed back in pulling a moan out of you, he started fucking you at steady yet quick though making sure not to go too deep. Your body trembles against the sheets, you couldn’t help but tighten your legs around derek’s waist as one of your hands grips the sheet while the other seemed to be interlocked with derek’s hand that was beside your head. Your back arched off the soft cotton sheets as derek picked up the pace a little hitting exactly where the shivers would run up your spine.

Derek had moved your legs to wrap around his waist as he leaned down, his face close to yours as he brushed his lips against yours teasingly before pulling away as you leaned up to kiss him before he himself pulled you in a kiss as he started to move his hips again. His weight on you, your legs shaking cause of the stimulation, your hands gripping at Derek’s biceps as he slides against your walls. 

His thrusts were slow, and patient. You on the other hand were yearning for him, derek was quick to pick up on it as he picked up his speed, going faster. Your thighs tremble at the stimulation, derek couldn’t get enough of the reactions and sounds you’d produce. 

“Derek—god Derek” you exhale his name out with a breath as your hips shift instinctively as your head is thrown back with your eyes closed “oh—someone likes that” derek himself moaned at how you tightened as he hit the spot. His hand moved to your cunt to gather up the slick and precum before it was on your clit, with gentle circles and enough pressure for you to buck your hips it flowed into a rhythm with his thrusts.

Your mind was fuzzy and in a haze, the only thing you could focus on was derek. As if he was the only person that existed. His name leaves your mouth with every moan, his own moans and grunts mixing with yours. 

Your bodies moving willingly with the others as if it were a dance, though it wasn’t just your bodies mingling…it was much more than that. More than you could realize, it was a connection longing to happen.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°~ tagging: @csb87 @hi5321 @stealing-kneecaps I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️

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Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Young Adult Fiction: July-December 2024

A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman (July 2nd) When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he’s thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he’ll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes… But at Essex, Cal’s classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent,…

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"You Are Here", Robert Fraser Gallery, 1968

John Lennon's first major art show together at the Robert Fraser Gallery in London, July 1, 1968

Among those attending were Richard DiLello (inflating balloons), Kevin Harrington, Steve Brendell, Alex Mardas, Derek Taylor, Jill Johnston, Jonathan Cott, Victor Spinetti, Paul Nicholas, Peter Blake, Richard Hamilton and many members of the British and International Press.

John Lennon: "We did a ‘Candid Camera’ film of it, of people’s reactions, ‘cos as you got to the canvas itself, there was just a hat to put money in for the artist. They all reacted to that (laughs) and a little bowl of badges, little teeny white badges that said ‘you are here’, very tiny, that they got. They put some money in the hat and they got a badge, you see... And it’s just a documentary, you know, it’ll be around."

This film is available on YouTube.

'You Are Here' film - from the preparation (30 June) and opening (1 July) of John Lennon's first exhibition You Are Here (to Yoko from John Lennon) at Robert Fraser Gallery, 69 Duke St., Grosvenor Square, London, 1968. Directed by John Lennon. By John Lennon for Yoko. Cameramen: William Waring & Dick Lorriemore. Starring: John & Yoko, Robert Fraser, Neil Aspinall, Derek Taylor, Richard DiLello, Kevin Harrington, Victor Spinetti, Jill Johnston, Richard Hamilton and a cast of hundreds. © Yoko Ono Lennon 1968/2024.

Robert Fraser: “The John Lennon show was very poorly received. Looking back on it, it did have a certain pretentious element. It was fun. I don’t know if it was art. It wasn’t popular.”

— Barry Miles, Many Years From Now (1997)

Bonus:

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Chance Meeting at Sameria

Small lil hurt/comfort thing I wrote for this painting in like 2 hours containing lore of Lynda and some of her new friends, please enjoy! ^^ (Derek belongs to a friend, I only own Lynda :D)

Also TW//Blood, wounds

The city of Caitara is wonderful, bustling, filled with colourful fabrics and merchants selling their wares in the covered market near the walls. Camels are led to and fro, women carry jars and baskets on their heads, salesmen display carpets with intricate designs and herbal blends for cooking. The air smells like spice and dry sand and it suits the unrelenting heat of Sameria irritatingly well. Lynda doesn’t think she could last long living in such a place; it’s too hot for her tastes but it makes for a good vacation destination. Too bad she isn’t here to relax; there is a war coming –a war that she is definitely not prepared for with a lame arm in a splint.

Enizor said the bone would heal in a few days if she let it rest with the lifebloom concoction he’d prepared for her once they had recovered the Phoenix Crown. So, she has temporarily let go of her dual blades and opted to use one of those bejewelled staves that once belonged to the Greenwish Cult. Some of her crew have tagged along for the walk and are doubtlessly planning on loading the ship with as many bags of exotic herbs and trinkets as they possibly can. The twins are already using their salary to buy out a merchant’s Samerian Ice stock –she chooses not to ponder on what they’ll do with that much ice (it’s not like they’ll stay here for that long). The less one pokes into their business, the less likely they’re to get involved in their mess.

While browsing the fabric rolls at one of the stalls in the market, Lynda notices something rather unusual. She caught a glimpse of a navy blue coat and two feathers sticking out of the crowd, a sight that’s quite familiar to her. Without thinking twice about it, she abandons her crew at the market (silently apologises to the stall owners for the inconvenience) and chases the blue coat in the blazing streets. The noise, apparently, is too loud for her voice to be heard when she calls out, so huffing and unwilling to give up, she stubbornly follows to the entrance of a bar.

“Derek!” she calls out as she pushes open the door, right after the man in the blue coat and the feathered hat, and walks in with her makeshift walking cane, ignoring the two hooded heads that raise at the sound of her voice. The man in question is already seated at the bar with a glass of whiskey and his hat placed beside it, raises his head and waves her over, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s nice to see you again, Lynda! You’re as stunning as ever.” he says once she sits on the stool beside him. She rolls her eyes at the compliment but still smiles as she looks at him. She rests the staff against the bar.

“Always such a charmer.” –if he had one handy, he’d be offering a rose along with the flattery– “What brings you to the Nimbus sea?”

Lynda orders something simple so as to not get kicked out from the establishment once the barkeep clears his throat with quite the pointy look. They happily chat for some time, with Derek becoming increasingly more flirtatious the more sips he takes of his drink and Lynda sharply criticising his poor pick-up lines. It’s familiar, a little game she’s realised she’s missed since the time they spent hiding from the Grand Navy in Frostmill with some other friends of his.

And then, within a moment, his grin drops as he looks at something behind her and he excuses himself afterwards to walk outside. Derek has a habit of smoking and always does so outside, so Lynda doesn’t think much of it. He didn’t take his hat with him, so he’d likely return in a few minutes. So, oblivious to the one remaining hooded head that is turned her way,  and the intense eyes burning holes in her back, she takes a few sips of her own drink. That is until she is approached by someone, and the table where once sat two mysterious people is now empty.

“I’m not interested,” she waves the person off once she feels a shadow behind her. Ignoring, however, does not appear to do the trick, as the person remains brooding behind her. She sighs, and shuffles in her seat. “If you have something to say, then say it and–”

The look in his eyes is intense and there is something swirling in there that makes Lynda’s blood freeze: bloodlust. In a place like this? Seriously? What is she supposed to do? She can’t initiate a fight in a crowded bar with a wounded arm and Derek is outside, doing who knows what and taking too long to return. She doesn’t know this man, meaning that he is most likely a mercenary –she has (unintentionally) pissed off a lot of people, especially after the Silverhold incident. Surely, there is a way for her to weasel her way out of this.

“Are you with him?” the man asks in a gruff voice. She glances at his hands and notes one of them is wrapped around the handle of the sword hanging from his belt. He isn’t going to strike in here, is he? And his words stick in her thoughts. Wait a minute… What mess is Derek involved in?

“I know him.” she says, neither lying nor telling the full truth; just enough to be considered irrelevant to whatever mess has come knocking at her door. But, apparently, the odds are against her today.

“You’re affiliated with those pesky Haze scallywags, then.” the guy spits at the floor with distaste at the name. Oh, I see what’s happening now. “Prepare to die.”

The bar erupts in flames. The door is blown off its hinges, smoke and screams blow in the streets that aren’t in better shape. Lynda dashes away, holding the staff in one hand as she runs away. Derek is nowhere to be seen but his presence is visible in how ash is raining from the sky and the grey particle clouds that darken the evening sky. Whomever that hooded man is, he is certainly not alone –if only she’d noticed sooner. This must be what changed his mood so spontaneously. And he certainly doesn’t give up on the first hurdle she throws at him. He swings a strange, wet sword at her and she can only deflect each strike with how fast he’s moving, only receiving nicks and a few searing slashes.

A strong gust of air blows that vulture off her back. A woman in iridescent teal armour with gold accents quickly comes to her aid, black, messy hair and narrowed eyes. She helps her to her feet and shouts at her to hide until everything calms down. Another man steps up, wielding some solid type of magic that she has half the mind to note before she runs off again.

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The fight is over in a few minutes. It was a hit and run attempt from a rival clan, by the looks of it, and by the time everything has settled, the royal guard has evacuated the streets, duly prioritising the safety of the people. They were probably going to get involved in an attempt to end the armed dispute but they were too slow. When Derek regroups with two of the clan’s allies that happened to be in the Caitara, he thanks them both and they pat each other on the back.

It’s disappointing how that fight couldn’t be ignored but those men in the white hoods had been looking at him and Lynda the whole time they were at the bar. Their eyes were locked on them, and when the first one walked out, he knew there would be trouble waiting to happen. Only, he was hoping the second one would follow behind him once he left, and not stay behind to go after a wounded woman. He is surprised and relieved to hear from his allies that they stopped his pursuers from chasing after Lynda. Though… neither of them know where she is.

“I saw her run towards the market,” the woman in the iridescent armour shrugs her shoulders. “She’s probably fled the town by now.”

“No, no…” Derek shakes his head. Lynda wouldn’t flee and leave her allies or friends behind, she isn’t that type of person. However, the fight ended so fast because his attackers ran away when they realised they were outnumbered; she should be back by now to check up on them, bringing food and ice packs and some type of antiseptic cream; stuff like that. “I’ll go see if I can find ‘er. I’ll see ya two later.”

He leaves, marching to the market that has been temporarily abandoned and most of the goods have been destroyed. There is blood on the ground, little dry droplets that blend in perfectly with the leftover ash, and would have escaped an untrained eye. It should be normal, there was a huge fight after all, and he has a still bleeding scratch on his face as proof. And it should be normal but it isn’t. It can’t be. Something feels incredibly wrong, and cold claws of dread shred through Derek’s back.

There is more blood the deeper into the market he goes, with fading sunlight and the shadow of the tents, it’s more difficult to see. Yet, the silhouette of a figure lying on the ground is unmistakable. The dress with the flowers, the gleaming emerald of the staff, the light green hair. Please don’t be dead. He rushes to the unconscious woman and removes one of his gloves to check for a pulse.

“...rek?” comes a weak murmur and he lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding when ruby eyes open just enough to see. 

“Don’t speak.” he tells her, carefully arranging her limbs to lift her into his arms but when he tries to pull the stave away from her, her hand closes even tighter around, so he lets her hold onto it. “Let’s get you to a doctor.” She doesn’t say another word. Soon she decides that sleep is underrated and closes her eyes, letting Derek’s movements lull her. He can smell the dry blood and the seared flesh when he shuffles her body against his chest and the way her head thumps against his collar the moment she’s safely caged in his arms makes his blood boil. If he ever crossed those vultures again, he’d make sure they’d pay for this.

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Derek has ash iL so that's what all the smokey stuff is (also saved me the trouble of detailing the boots hehehe)

Lynda has got a fructured arm thanks to Captain Maria.

The twins are the misfits of Lynda's crew.

Also that isn't the complete design of the flowerdress bc I have a sash thingie of flowers to go with it (under which Lynda hides her weapons- what? The dress doesn't have pockets! she had to get creative!) (I dislike the neckt thing of the roblox model, it just makes the character appear like they have no neck, like it's pretty but a neckline would do it good)

Krita clipping is weird, I don't like it (the clipping, Krita's tools are amazing)

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Love Stories That Make You Feel Like: 🖤💀😱🗝️ 🌹

Don’t get it twisted, YA romance isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. These romance stories can get quite dark before you even know what’s happening. But maybe that’s exactly what you’re looking for! A romance full of brooding love interests, morally corrupt characters, and maybe even a splash of hair-raising dark academia vibes. If you’re willing to take a chance on these hauntingly seductive reads, then check out a list of some of our favorite dark and twisted YA romances below!

Your Blood, My Bones by Kelly Andrew

A seductively twisted romance about loyalty, fate, the lengths we go to hide the darkest parts of ourselves . . . and the people who love those parts most of all.

Wyatt Westlock has one plan for the farmhouse she's just inherited -- to burn it to the ground. But during her final walkthrough of her childhood home, she makes a shocking discovery in the basement -- Peter, the boy she once considered her best friend, strung up in chains and left for dead.

Unbeknownst to Wyatt, Peter has suffered hundreds of ritualistic deaths on her family's property. Semi-immortal, Peter never remains dead for long, but he can't really live, either. Not while he's bound to the farm, locked in a cycle of grisly deaths and painful rebirths. There's only one way for him to break free. He needs to end the Westlock line.

He needs to kill Wyatt.

With Wyatt's parents gone, the spells protecting the property have begun to unravel, and dark, ancient forces gather in the nearby forest. The only way for Wyatt to repair the wards is to work with Peter -- the one person who knows how to harness her volatile magic. But how can she trust a boy who's sworn an oath to destroy her? When the past turns up to haunt them in the most unexpected way, they are forced to rely on one another to survive, or else tear each other apart.

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A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman

The Honeys meets The Secret History in a work of dark academia like no other -- a boarding school thriller about a queer teen from Mississippi who finds himself swept into a world of old money, privilege, and the secret society at the heart of it all.

When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he's thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he'll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes...

But at Essex, Cal's classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent, and can't believe he's never left the country, or heard of The Hamptons. Cal, at his breaking point, is about to give up and return to Mississippi when he learns about a secret society on campus -- the key to becoming Essex royalty.

Cal knows he's not exactly secret society material, but to his surprise, he finds an unlikely champion in the handsome, charismatic, and slightly dangerous Luke Kim. As they get swept up in the mystery and glamour of the Rush process, Cal finds himself falling in love for the first time.

But as the initiation rituals grow riskier -- and increasingly nefarious -- Cal must decide how far he's willing to go, and how much of himself he's willing to sacrifice, to save everything and everyone he cherishes most. Because nothing at Essex -- not even Cal's first love -- is quite what it seems.

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Sixteen Souls by Rosie Talbot

The spooky, swoony YA debut by BookTok star Rosie Talbot (@Merrowchild) -- the "TikTok Made Me Buy It" sensation dubbed Heartstopper with ghosts! Perfect for fans of V. E. Schwab and Aiden Thomas.

Sixteen-year-old Charlie Frith has problems. His crush is dating someone else, his sisters have glitter-bombed his prosthesis (again), and he's a seer-of-spirits in York, the most haunted city in England, and all his friends are ghosts.

To make matters worse, it seems that famous spirits are mysteriously vanishing from York's haunted streets and alleys. Charlie is determined to stay out of it, but Sam, the irritating new seer in town, expects him to track down who -- or what -- is responsible and uncover the dark purpose behind these disappearances.

But when one of Charlie's ghostly friends vanishes, he has no choice but to face the shadows -- and his growing feelings for Sam. The boys must be willing to risk it all to save York’s spirits, because this adversary will stop at nothing to complete their devastating plan. Afterlives are at stake, and Charlie is running out of time . . .

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Beastly Beauty by Jennifer Donnelly

From New York Times bestselling, award-winning author Jennifer Donnelly comes a revolutionary, gender-swapped retelling of Beauty and the Beast that will forever change how you think about beauty, power, and what it really means to follow your heart.

What makes a girl "beastly?" Is it having too much ambition? Being too proud? Taking up too much space? Or is it just wanting something, anything, too badly?

That's the problem Arabella faces when she makes her debut in society. Her parents want her to be sweet and compliant so she can marry well, but try as she might, Arabella can't extinguish the fire burning inside her -- the source of her deepest wishes, her wildest dreams.

When an attempt to suppress her emotions tragically backfires, a mysterious figure punishes Arabella with a curse, dooming her and everyone she cares about, trapping them in the castle. As the years pass, Arabella abandons hope. The curse is her fault -- after all, there's nothing more "beastly" than a girl who expresses her anger -- and the only way to break it is to find a boy who loves her for her true self: a cruel task for a girl who's been told she's impossible to love.

When a handsome thief named Beau makes his way into the castle, the captive servants are thrilled, convinced he is the one to break the curse. But Beau -- spooked by the castle's strange and forbidding ladies-in-waiting, and by the malevolent presence that stalks its corridors at night -- only wants to escape. He learned long ago that love is only an illusion. If Beau and Arabella have any hope of breaking the curse, they must learn to trust their wounded hearts, and realize that the cruelest prisons of all are the ones we build for ourselves.

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The Good Neighbors by Holly Black 

From the amazing imagination of bestselling author Holly Black and acclaimed illustrator Ted Naifeh, comes  an astonishing graphic trilogy set in a faerie world, full of mystery, intrigue, and romance.

Rue Silver's mother has disappeared... and her father has been arrested, suspected of killing her. But it's not as straightforward as that. Because Rue is a faerie, like her mother was. And her father didn't kill her mother -- instead, he broke a promise to Rue's faerie king grandfather, which caused Rue's mother to be flung back to the faerie world. Now Rue must go to save her -- and defeat a dark faerie that threatens our very mortal world.

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