#Derek Ware

[cleowho]

Yates and Benton make a chilling discovery.

The Claws of Axos - season 08 - 1971

#doctor who #classic doctor who #third doctor #the claws of axos #captain mike yates #richard franklin #sargent benton #john levine #pigbin josh #derek ware

[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

#ithebookhoarder #thesilentmage #masterlist #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #david rossi x reader #david rossi #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia

[wispystar]

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derek morgan

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn't want their work on here pls let me know and I’ll remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working

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Disaster Strikes by @inej-ruination-ghafa

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: he knew the job that you did but he had never expected anything bad to ever happen to you (Based loosley off of 02x10)

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Me or my wife? by @ddejavvu

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau! reader | summary: being married to derek causes some confusion in the BAU

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Poor Competition by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You and Derek have butted heads ever since you started at the BAU. Your team sets both of you up so that you're forced to confront your problems instead of running from it.

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shy by @luveline

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Derek and shy!reader maybe? Meeting the team for the first time and none of them are expecting Derek's partner to be standing half-hidden behind him, shyly waving at them instead of saying anything

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"Welcome To The Family" by @reidsaurora

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: When Y/N and Derek Morgan announce their engagement, Rossi leaps at the idea of throwing them an engagement party. Only thing is, Y/N's never met the team before.

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6th Time's the Charm by @imaginethebau

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Morgan sets the reader up on dates, but they don’t work out. This leads to a fight which prompts the reader to divulge that she loves Derek.

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✦ Love Bug by @astrophileous

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader, | summary: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

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#♡ — fics #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst #derek morgan x reader #Derek Morgan angst #derek morgan fluff

[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.

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[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.

~~~

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.

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[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi, love your blog! What would you say are your favorite meet cutes or hate at first sight in historical romance?

Thanks so much!!

I think one of the best meet cutes I've read in a historical ever is in Dreaming of You. Derek is very literally get his face slashed by a group of attackers paid by his ex lover (to ruin his looks of course) and Sara just walks up and shoots the guy attacking him in the throat and kills him. And as soon as she realizes who Derek is, as she's supporting him on the walk to the club, she's like "OH HELLO MR. CRAVEN MAY I SHADOW YOU FOR MY BOOK???" And he's like "... Jesus Christ".

Secrets of a Summer Night has a good one too, with Simon Hunt immediately getting under Annabelle's skin with that stolen kiss. Which Lisa has cut from recent editions, ugh. Lillian and Westcliff sorta have their meet cute in this one too. I believe they know each other beforehand, but him walking in on her playing rounders in her underwear and deciding to hate her Because Lust is so pivotal.

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall has an amazing one for Peggy and Orfeo. Peggy is planning on trying to help her friend/ex get Orfeo's attention, and when she goes with said friend to an opera performance, Orfeo notices Peggy instead and zeroes in on her. And Peggy's friend had just said she'd heard Orfeo's singing voice made people come, and Peggy literally fainted when Orfeo sang because their voice was so beautiful. So when they're like "Hey I noticed you fainted" Peggy goes "I DIDN'T COME THO". It's definitely not a hate moment, but it's just such a good meet cute and I love this book so much.

Laura Kinsale writes really good meet cutes. in For My Lady's Heart, the hero and heroine meet when he's dropping his wife off at a convent (it's a lot) and the heroine, a married princess, sees him, accuses him of looking at her lustfully (he was) and then saves his ass and earns his blind devotion. Shadowheart features a heroine who gets ensnared by a seductive pirate guy and then he goes "LMAO FORCED MARRIAGE TIME". Flowers from the Storm has a Quaker heroine who meets a rake hero who does this whole seductive thing where he's like "let me describe your sexy face to your blind father". It's great.

Gotta love Lisa Valdez's Passion, where the hero and heroine meet and immediately have sex behind a screen at like, a world's fair.

Hotel of Secrets by Anna Biller has a great meet cute where the hero saves the heroine from getting hit by a carriage, and then they immediately annoy each other.

The Duke Gets Even is so so so good on this meet cute/hate thing. Nellie and Lockwood meet when he's swimming (for his health) in the ocean and she's swimming (naked) also in the ocean. He thinks she's a sexy mermaid, she flirts, they make out, she grabs his hair and realizes he's into giving and receiving pain, he tries to get her to have sex with him, she's like "meet me tomorrow night" and then the day after it's revealed that he's about to propose to hER BEST FRIEND. And then they loathe each other. The Bride Goes Rogue has this hate at first meeting thing too--the hero and heroine have been betrothed for years but never interact until she asks him when they're actually going to get married and he says NEVER ACTUALLY.

A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera has this. The heroine is a rum heiress who goes to sell her wares in Paris, and the hero is a Scottish whiskey guy. It's immediately like "competitive sparks" vibes, which turns into sexual tension, which turns into an orgasm on the Eiffel Tower.

The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian--the hero and heroine actually meet over letter when he's trying to blackmail her. And then he falls in love with her over the verbal sparring, while she thinks he ain't shit. SO GOOD.

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long has a great setup where the stiff, war hero guy meets the scandalous much younger opera singer girl and looks down on her, leading to mutual enmity (and tension).

The Viscount and the Vixen by Lorraine Heath, where the hero marries the scammer heroine right after meeting her to save his dad from being scammed (it's a thing) so now they're legally bound and he hates her.

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt, where Isabel saves Winter while he's in a full vigilante outfit and is bleeding from a stab wound and he still manages to get visibly turned on by her wound care lmao.

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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.

Start reading Your Blood, My Bones now!

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 . . .

Start reading Sixteen Souls today!

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.

Start reading Beastly Beauty now!

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.

Start reading The Good Neighbors now!

#ireadya #yabooks #Your Blood My Bones #Kelly Andrew #A Darker Mischief #Derek Milman #Sixteen Souls #Rose Talbot #Beastly Beauty #Jennifer Donnelly #The Good Neighbors #Holly Black #Ted Naifeh #ya romance #dark romance #twisted romance

[karin-gespenst]

Season 13 episode 2 & 3 combined rewatch

Phyllis teaching the student midwives about the privilege of attending to mothers during a home birth is a powerful scene. Joyce asks about the safety of hospital births and BOY has this question made people feel emotions ever since hospitals were an option for giving birth. of course, the options for giving birth vary a lot from country to country and region to region. Having choice is so important and infrastructure for emergencies is equally vital. But I'm sure what nobody really wants is families having no safe option at all. Sadly that's what I see happening in too many regions. The hospital where my kid was born is no longer a hospital but a hospice. The town where she was born will no longer have a hospital with a maternity unit in the near future. The next hospital with one will be 20 minutes drive away. And while that is not too bad in comparison to other regions, it would have been too far for me back then. Nobody wants BBA situations in cars or on parking lots, and not everybody can stay home safely. Also, there are not enough midwives who attend home births because they would have to pay a fortune for insurance and they don't get paid enough to do so. Midwifery being a calling does not justify the low pay. With the high responsibility and skill level and especially working conditions they should all be paid much more.

Joyce shows how quickly she learns when attending to Edna. Giving her encouragement and valuing her work makes such a difference. Shelagh is adding her own experience with the repeated suggestion of financial aid. I remember the episode with young mother Marion who did not want help around the house, and then a fellow mother gave her the right nudge with the simple words "You're entitled."

The driving "lesson" with Matthew is supposed to be comic relief, but all it does is give mood whiplash after the heartbreaking scene with Edna feeding her son.

Is learning to drive harder when you're learning in a van? Fred's van seems a little more three-dimensional than the tiny green thing Trixie drove before.

Nancy and Joyce talking about their mould-experiences and how hospital is lovely and clean - germs resistant to antibiotics were not as common back then. it's a shame they became so widespread. Maybe Timothy's generation of doctors will learn to not give everyone precautionary antibiotics just because they can.

I'm growing more and more fond of Sister Veronica. She has the bite that Sister Evangelina brought to the table, and her knowledge of the different possibilities for help makes her highly valuable for Nonnatus House. Her "embellishments" are sometimes just the thing that is needed to bring the right people in or move an obstacle and that is a chaotic-good character trait with a lot of potential for entertainment.

effin ineffable? Colette dearest, that's another show.

social worker training in only 6 weeks? They must have needed them very badly. Today it's three years study at least where I live.

What I love about the newspaper shop as a location is that we're getting to see a lot more newspapers and magazines. The prop department can show off their skills, likewise with the sewing shop, but the paper shop sells an even wider range of wares and that means they can use almost everything in there.

The way that other candidate says the word "mayor" it sounds like "Mäher" in German and that's exactly the kind of gardening device that Fred injured himself on.

Rosalind with the nursing book and ideas for postnatal classes: of course new fathers also need a bit of looking after, but it's not the new mother who should have to do that. It should be friends and relatives and neighbours and I think especially other fathers. The only instance I can remember of fathers looking out for each other is the Fleming family when Derek goes for a pint with his national service friend after Christopher has died. Or maybe way back Tony Amos and his father-in-law.

Gillian's husband looks very much younger than her.

Trixie does use a particular voice on the phone with the shop. The theatricals of being a Lady are like a role that she steps into. Her actual self is showing clearly when she's comforting Violet and preparing her to see Fred in the hospital.

How did you choose your couch? I got mine because I liked the outrageous color. Should I get a new one, it'll have to be one that can open up into a guest bed.

I had a look into how hip problems in newborns are treated today and the kind of hip problem Stephanie has is found in 2-3 newborns. The devices to treat the condition look a good deal more comfortable than the one we saw on the show. Some baby carriers can also help in keeping baby in the right position, with the legs and bottom in kind of an M shape.

they fooled me the first time I watched the episode when the doctors rushed to help the man in the bed beside Fred, and again when I rewatched the scene. Sister Monica Joan sunk into deepest prayer reminded me of how many decades of her life she must have spent praying. Would heaven hear her prayers all the more loudly because of it? Kind of like when Trixie called the shop as Lady Aylward to make them open up late. "This is the most senior nun of the entire order of midwives, don't you dare take our friend from this earth before his time!"

Mrs. Wallace is growing on me. We might not agree on religion, but I respect her sense of community and her attitude towards helping anyone who comes her way. I feel like she is the Miss Higgins of her church, keeping everyone in order.

Miss Higgins! her contribution this week will flow into a different post.

Reggie's idea with bringing Italian food to the hospital is fabulous!

#call the midwife #call the midwife spoilers

[aurevell]

The Wolf and Flame

Sterek | 1.4k | G AU-gust Prompt 2: Artist’s Muse Summary: The local blacksmith doesn't say much, but he finds a way to get a message to Stiles anyway.

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They say the shops by the palace walls were hand-selected by the royals themselves, probably to keep the kingdom’s finest merchants within easy reach of the crown. 

But that’s not why Stiles visits.

Well, okay, the goods are part of it. Outside of seasonal market days, you can’t find quality furniture or fabrics within a day’s walk of the castle. And good luck getting your hands on potions that won’t backfire, or talismans that aren’t glittering counterfeits.

Stiles comes for the magic supplies, sure, but he’s most interested in a particular stall tucked away in the north corner: The Wolf and Flame.

And in its shopkeeper.

He steps inside to find the usual crowds present, but it’s not just the body heat and the warm spring day that makes the air feel stifling. 

Like most blacksmith stalls, this one doubles as a workshop. The open-air storefront is laid out with display tables, but even with the light breeze from outside, the heat from the forge is noticeable, its glow spilling out across the iron wares. Customers fan themselves as they walk from table to table, and Derek’s young apprentice is overwarm and yawning at the till.

There’s a distinct lack of hammering from the back of the shop, though. Stiles looks over to find Derek watching him.

“Morning!” Stiles calls, caught off-guard.

Derek offers a small smile and turns quickly back to his work. Or at least, he tries: a pretty dark-haired woman lingers within a safe distance of the forge, waving for his attention. Derek complies with a reluctance he’s getting much better at hiding.

The reticent werewolf’s explosion in popularity is probably as funny to Stiles as it is annoying to Derek himself. Besides producing half of the weapons in the king’s armory, there are sets of horseshoes, household nails and hinges, farming tools, and a thousand other items scattered across the tables. Everyone in town—and probably everyone in the outlying region as well—has to visit The Wolf and Flame if they want premium craftsmanship. 

Which is great for business, but Stiles is pretty sure Derek wishes everyone would leave their orders at the till and leave him alone.

As he idly rifles through a set of daggers, Stiles hears the werewolf mutter some excuse to the woman and step away to tend the forge. Near the heart of the fire, the sweltering air is far too hot for most humans, and the customer must back away. The heat doesn’t seem to bother Derek, though, nor do the bright coals ever seem to sting his eyes. 

As always, Stiles has a hard time dragging his gaze from Derek as he works. It’s some sort of decorative piece today, intricate but compact, and the muscles in the wolf’s arms ripple as he pumps the bellows. His tunic clings to his skin, sweat glistening at his throat.

Despite the heat, Stiles steps a bit closer to see what he’s working on. Held fast in Derek’s clamps is a curling twist of metal in a vine-like design, burning white as a star. Some kind of intricate latch or frame, if Stiles had to guess, the kind that decorate the doors of merchants and nobles far richer than he is.

Though he meant to poke fun at Derek—which is what he always does, poke at things that catch his attention, even things that seem too distracted or uninterested to appreciate his jokes—the only thing he manages to get out is, “Whoa, that’s beautiful.”

He leans against the side of the table, half for a closer look and half to make his attention seem more casual and less adoring, but in doing so he nearly knocks over one of the daggers. It’s a close call, but he manages to catch it by the handle before it clatters onto the floor. Once he sets it back in place, he glances up to find the wolf watching him in amusement.

“What?” Stiles replies slyly. “You know I can’t control myself around your work.”

Derek just snorts. In the months Stiles has known him, the wolf has gotten better at, if not chatter, at least responding with a healthy dose of his own deadpan humor. But today, he again turns back to his work, his face flushed.

Some days, when business is slow, Derek will break his customary silence to chat with Stiles. Despite his reticence, he can often be coaxed into talking about his work, which he seems to genuinely love—how to wield a hammer, or how to read the temperature of a fire. How metals tell you when they’re ready to be worked, or how he treats and cares for his old bellows.

It looks like this isn’t going to be one of those days. Stiles can take some hints. And since he’s not just here for window shopping, he wanders off to find what he came for.

He pretty much knows the shop by heart now. Along the far wall, the shelves hold a mix of household goods and magical items, including the candle holders Stiles needs to stock up on for his next ritual. 

But hung on hooks beneath the shelf are new wares: thin filaments of iron in the familiar shape of a circle, with detailed lines and curls within. 

“Huh. These are new,” Stiles mutters to himself.

“They’re runes,” a voice murmurs, and Stiles jumps, whirling around to find Derek somehow standing right behind him.

He’s close enough that Stiles can smell him, coal and sweat and quenching steel. Close enough that the light from outside catches on the hazel flecks in his eyes. Stiles thinks he should be forgiven for blurting, “What?”

“Those ritual runes you’ve been talking about,” Derek replies, eyebrows drawing together. When Stiles just stares dumbly, he shifts in place and grumbles, “Because iron is best for grounding the ritual.”

“Yeah, I mean—I know that. But how do you know that?”

“Because you said so.” Again, Stiles gapes, and Derek grunts, “It was a long time ago.”

“Oh. Uh, sorry. I babble so much even I forgot what I’ve said…” 

Stiles turns back to the rune circles, gingerly taking one off its hook to tilt it this way and that. It’s practical, sure, but it’s also a beautiful piece of artwork, its weight balanced and every line impeccably smooth, without a single seam to show where the metal was joined. As perfect as if it burst from the flames in this exact shape. 

“How did you even know what they looked like? I don’t think I would’ve forgotten giving you that much detail.”

“When you forgot your notebook here last week,” Derek mutters. His arms are folded, hands tucked into his armpits. Possibly, away from his work at the forge, he doesn’t actually know what to do with his hands. “I went through and copied some of the runes you were talking about.”

“You went through my notes?” Stiles asks, trying frantically to remember whether there’s anything embarrassing written in it. Other than his atrocious handwriting and the occasional drawings of dicks in the margins, there’s not much he can think of. “That’s basically a crime in some circles,” he jokes weakly. “You could sell all of my best spells.”

Even if Stiles thought for a second that Derek had ill intentions, the look on his face—one shade shy of mortified—would have banished that notion. “I just thought it would be better if you started out with iron in the shape you need. Instead of having to scatter filings onto the ground.”

Stiles nods, idly running his fingers over the runic circle. 

And look, this is a very marketable item. It’s not like Stiles is the only magic-user in town who can benefit from a ritual shortcut every now and then. If Derek makes the right runes, even customers who aren’t skilled with magic can grab a protection rune or two for more luck than a horseshoe on the door.

But with the odd way Derek’s very carefully not looking at him, this feels somehow like it’s just for Stiles. And that’s something Stiles is going to try hard not to read too far into, because even shopkeepers have their favorite customers, but…

“Thanks,” Stiles says slowly. “This is—it’s amazing. I can’t believe you made this.”

The for me goes unspoken, but he’s pretty sure the softness of his voice carries the meaning across.

Derek’s face is a little pink, even more than it usually looks around the heat of the forge. He mutters something under his breath and then, to Stiles’s surprise, immediately turns and flees.

Over at the forge, he begins to hammer deliberately at his work, as if to block Stiles from any chance of further conversation.

Stiles can take a hint. This one, he thinks, is the kind he doesn’t mind. 

He pays Derek’s apprentice, who glances between him and Derek in curiosity. When he heads back onto the market street, he’s fighting back a smile.

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#sterek #sterek fic #au-gust 2022 #did i use this prompt as an excuse to shove blacksmith!derek into a story #yes yes i did #but i've been wanting to write him for so long #i just think he's cute ok #mine #long post #tumblr fic

[wolf-of-stormwind]

Here's my redesign/new story for Calia.

First, everything still happens with her dying, but Sylvanas instead takes and hides her body from the alliance.

She then was raised to use against Jaina instead of Derek (because not only she must have been close to each other, but there NO WAY his body should have still been THAT intact)

Once she was given back to the alliance, some rogue priests and paladins kidnapped Calia and forced her to be "cleansed" with light, causing her multiple things to be changed from normal forsaken.

Light sizzles from her decaying skin, almost trying and failing to stop the decay, which causes her pain.

She's very still and uncomfortable with her new state, which almost makes her creepier to the living, she tries to stop it, which makes it worse. She has a strange voice, and she sounds like her voice is sizzling. The mix of valkyr magic and light magic causes her to be in a lot of pain, especially when she uses light and shadow magic.

She also wares similar robes to what she did in life, simple robes to contrast her former status

#world of warcraft #calia menethil #forsaken #voided art tag #i feel like this fits better for her

[teamroscoes]

W and Dior, with Karlie Kloss, hosted a cocktail party in Miami Beach to celebrate Lewis Hamilton and the Formula One Grand Prix.

In terms of spectacle, it’s looking like the Formula One Miami Grand Prix might just blow Art Week out of the clear, turquoise water. With the race scheduled for Sunday, stylish denizens have descended upon the city to celebrate the occasion with gusto, glitz, and plenty of champagne all weekend long. On Friday night, W and Dior, with Karlie Kloss, hosted a cocktail party to toast Lewis Hamilton, the record-setting Mercedes driver and fan favorite.

On a steamy south Florida evening, guests mingled in the candlelit courtyard of a private residence on the bay shore, snacking on plant-based bites (Hamilton is an outspoken vegan) and sipping chilled tequila and hibiscus cocktails. Friends of Dior showed off the house’s latest wares: Kloss wore a kicky sequined number, while Hamilton came straight from a final day of training in a crisp charcoal waistcoat and trousers. The driver’s arrival added a magnetic charge to the already energized crowd, who alternated between grooving to Italo Disco hits and kicking back on couches by the water.

Also in the mix: Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis, will.i.am, Shawn Mendes, NFL player Travis Kelce, Venus Williams, Serena Williams, Derek Blasberg and Nick Brown, Richard Plepler, Natalie Massenet, Bryan Goldberg and W publisher Amber Estabrook.

#lewis hamilton #karlie kloss #travis kelce #f1* #f1 #*

[lucky-bishop]

I’m a very patient person it’s all fun after all. Simple premise:

Peter wares various panties in front of the guys in the pack ( including Derek) and they are turned on and it’s about how each of them take them off him. Abstract I know but I wanted you to leave room to create.

I like it!!! I'll definitely add it to the list 😊 Is there anyone in particular you want to see (noted on Derek 😉) or anyone you don't? The last thing I want is to leave someone out or include someone you'd rather not see!

Thank you <3

#ask #anon

[dinner-at-charlies]

Whereas in real life, Sir Nigel Bernard Hawthorne CBE (born April 5, 1929), was educated at St George's Grammar School, Cape Town, and later Cape Town University, the fictional character he's perhaps most famous for portraying, Sir Humphrey Appleby (in the BBC comedy series Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister), was educated at Winchester College and later read Classics at Balliol College, Oxford.

Sir Humphrey is the Holder of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath (GCB), Most Excellent Order of the British Empire (KBE), and the Royal Victoria Order (MVO). Being not only a fictional Old Wykehamist and also a fictional alumnus of Balliol with an MA (Oxon), he was often to be seen sporting a purple, white and blue Balliol tie; though in the series, the college was referred to as Baillie.

About all those Honours, as Sir Bernard Woolley (played by Derek Fowlds), famously explained: 'First you get the CMG, then the KCMG, then the GCMG; the Commander of the Order of St Michael and St George, Knight Commander of St Michael and St George, Knight Grand Cross of St Michael and St George. Of course, in the Service, CMG stands for Call Me God, KCMG for Kindly Call Me God, and GCMG is God Calls Me God!'

Nigel Hawthorne's final appearance as Sir Humphrey was in 'The Tangled Web' in 1988.

An intensely private person, Nigel was deeply upset at having been involuntarily outed as gay in 1995.

He died on December 6, 2001. His funeral service was held at St Mary's, the Parish Church of Thundridge, near Ware, Hertfordshire. The coffin had a wreath of white lilies and orchids. Trevor Bentham, Nigel's lifelong partner, was one of the pallbearers.

[knightkins]

LOLBiT NAMES n PRONOUNS

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NAMES

Albert, Blink, Bit, Brooklyn, Calamity, Catastrophe, Cattie, Chaos, Clearance, Clementine, Clover, Demo, Derek, Devendra, End, Faust, Final, Gwen(dolyn), Havoc, Hello, Iris, L, Lexie, Lumos, Matthew, Matter, Mauve, Mayhem, Michayla, Mike, Nathan(iel), Nox, Pat, Percy, Phantom, Quinn, Rys, Ryker, Sasha, Screen, Sharp, Tangy, Thorn, TV, Val, Vendetta, Venn, Vicki, Vinyl, Violet, Yes

NEOS

000/000s/000self Bark/Barks/Barkself Byte/Bytes/Byteself Canine/Canines/Canineself Carn/Ival/Ival’s/Carnivalself Car/Carn/Carni/Carnivalself Cir/Circus/Circus’/Circuself Claw/Claws/Clawself Clow/Clown/Clowns/Clownself Co/Code/Codes/Codeself Col/Color/Colors/Colorself Color/Ful/Colorful/Colorfulself Compute/Computer/Computerself Cy/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself Data/Datas/Dataself ERR/ERROR/ERRORS/ERRORSELF exe/exe/exe/exes/txtself Fool/Fools/Foolself Fox/Foxs/Foxself Fun/Funs/Funself (Although I’ve heard they are nonbinary only, use at risk?) Fur/Furs/Furself

Hard/Ware/Hardwares/Hardwareself Honk/Honks/Honkself Input/Inputs/Inputself Je/Jest/Jester/Jesters/Jesterself Joke/Jokes/Jokeself Jug/Juggle/Juggles/Juggleself (or literally go by lol/bit/lolbit/lolbits/lolbitself) RAM/RAMs/RAMself Pix/Pixel/Pixels/Pixelself Output/Outputs/Outputself Silly/Sillies/Sillyself Silly/Sillys/Sillyself Soft/Ware/Softwares/Softwareself Tri/Trick/Tricks/Trickself Ty/Type/Types/Typeself Val/Value/Vals/Valueself Vir/Virtu/Virtuals/Virtualself Yelp/Yelps/Yelpself Yip/Yips/Yipself

#🐏 MOD HANiBAL #★NAMES #★NEOPRONOUNS #CONNECTED..! ⠀| ⠀finished ⠀request #DEDiCATiON⠀ | ⠀ for⠀you!! #fnaf kin #lolbit kin #lolbit #five nights at freddys kin #)) ough sorry if theres too many fem/masc tried my best

[kitchenisking]

Fic Rec😊

Remedy For Memory by aerowyn - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30722, sterek)

Derek knows he should accept that Stiles is gone; everyone else has and is grieving. But he just can’t escape all the memories of Stiles that follow him wherever he goes. He even dreams in memories these days. He keeps thinking about all the things that might have been, all the missed opportunities that he let pass by because he was waiting for the right moment to finally give in to his feelings for Stiles. And now that Stiles is gone, there isn’t any time left.

When Derek starts dreaming about an abandoned warehouse, he thinks he’s going crazy at first. But then he starts to notice that things in his dreams aren’t exactly like he remembered. And he doesn’t know why, maybe he’s delusional, but he just can’t shake the feeling that Stiles really isn’t dead.

He Loves the Most by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: G, Words: 1294, sterek)

“You said Lydia was Stiles' anchor! You told her to be his anchor! Why isn’t he coming back?” Scott yelled as he felt himself losing control. His eyes darted to Stiles, his skin whitening with every passing moment and his lips turning blue. “What do we do?” Scott pleaded as he knelt next to Lydia who had her lips pressed together, biting down on them painfully. 

“Stiles?” Derek pushed through the door and froze in his place.

Scent It on My Skin by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3967, sterek)

On Tumblr, mgiosia asked: Would you consider a Fic of Teen wolf gang trying to stop Kate, she wants to use pheromone to get Alpha Derek to be her mate. stiles gets hit instead, even after the potions wares off, Derek may realize that someone was his Mate all along.

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“There we are. That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” the man steps closer, voice lowering, “For you to finally stop being a little shit and realize how much danger you are actually in, and that precious shell of yours just… breaks.”

Breaking or not, his captor is wrong. Stiles has been aware of how shitty this is for him since he woke up here, bound and lectured at with various threats.

It’s just…

“Oh, but the fear isn’t something you feel when it comes to yourself, is it?”

No. It isn’t.

Smoke is Just the Air Remembering Fire by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8482, sterek)

Derek has cried three times in his adult life: when his sister died, when the alpha pack used him to kill Boyd, and when Stiles Stilinski broke his heart.

Tell Who You Are in the Night by Giveemhale, wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30488, sterek)

He’s tall, as tall as Derek is, but where Derek’s shoulders are wide, this man is lean strength. Stiles rests his cittern against the corner, gives a jaunty wave to the room, and begins walking in Derek’s direction.

Derek stops looking and buries his face in his pint glass, willing the other man to go away.

Stiles hesitates near the empty chair. “Mind if I join you?”

“Yes,” Derek growls and wishes he could flash his red alpha eyes at this stranger to make him leave. 

Looking from afar was one thing. Up close, Stiles’s eyes look like whiskey in firelight and he smells like citrus and woodsmoke. Derek’s wolf is going crazy inside him and he pushes down his reaction to this man. There’s something else, something other, but there are plenty of people who have residual magic of shifters in their family. It leaves a trace, but is often indistinct.

Stiles grins, pulls out the chair, and sits down. “Great.”

You're the One That I Want by halcyon1993 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3056, sterek)

Nearing his rut, Derek feels jealous when Stiles gets too friendly with another alpha. Stiles reassures him that there’s only one alpha he wants.

All The Dots Connect by GotTheSilver  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2007, sterek)

Before they ever decided what they were to each other, Derek would lie on his bed with one of Stiles’ sweaty shirts over his face and jerk off; his brain racing as he inhaled Stiles’ scent, imagining how much stronger it would be if he had his face right up against Stiles’ ass.

This Started As Only Make Believe by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 44197, sterek)

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter's slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn't have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

The Christmas Raffle by mikkimouse  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10386, sterek)

Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn't know he was looking for.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) bystandinginanicedress - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 38954, sterek)

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. 

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man...it was great. 

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. 

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

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Too old for this...

Chapter 10 final

Cena di famiglia

Aaron Hotchner/ David Rossi

In the end they managed to scrape together a pair of jeans that were slightly too small and clung to Aaron's ass almost obscenely and an old gym shirt from back when Dave bothered with the masochistic practice of attending. He probably could have found something more appropriate if they hadn't gotten sidetracked with a steamy shared shower but this was never going to be a regret for him, they were helping the environment after all.

Garcia was jumping up and down on his doorstep ringing the bell insistently and balancing a large tupperware container on her arm. He could hear her excited squeals through the hallway even over the sound of the bell. He took one long breath to brace himself before letting her in.

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT" She screamed as she rushed inside dropping off her wares before circling back and dragging Dave into a bone crushing hug.

"So you said last night jellybean." Dave replied with a chuckle despite being winded from Garcia's crushing grasp.

Aaron chose this moment to appear in the hallway his hair still messy from a hasty towel dry and looking so cute dressed down in Dave's old clothes with the glasses that make him look like a shy law professor. Dave wanted to wrap him in a hug, or in bubble rap or wrap him in bubble rap then hug him. Garcia seemed to have similar plans as he was released from her grasp in time for her to hug Aaron tightly.

"Aw sir I'm so happy for you both you deserve the world I can't believe that you guys finally came to your senses." She had happy tears running down her cheeks that made Dave melt.

Truly the entire team had him wrapped around their pinky fingers but Pen was one of the sweetest and most loyal friends he could ever ask for and he was so glad she decided to meddle in his love life.

Aaron glanced over Penelope's shoulder to see Dave misty eyed and let out an awkward chuckle.

"Penelope you have to stop crying you've got Dave started and if you both continue I'll start."

Penelope laughed grasping Aaron's hand and reaching out for Dave who complied once he had dried the stray tears off with his shirt sleeve so he could regain his crumbling macho persona.

"Come and see what treats I have for everyone!" Garcia led them to the kitchen and unveiled her feast.

Aaron and Dave groaned with the hunger that hit them all at once, after they cleaned up failed pasta and spilled wine they had decided that toast would have to do before they collapsed into bed together. This in hindsight was not a filling meal for either of them especially with the vigorous extracurricular activities they had been partaking in. Garcia had brough ordinary and veggie bacon, plenty eggs for her to fry or scramble, sausages, tomatoes and fresh bread for toasting. She and Dave began digging out pans while Aaron made a pot of coffee and started laying the table.

"Oh by everyone Garcia who do you mean?" Aaron enquired as he was counting out forks.

"You know, Emily, Derek, JJ, Reid and maybe some paperwork for HR." She grinned with mischief as Aaron and Dave laughed.

"You must have been confident in my ability to woo Hotch because usually that paperwork takes a couple days to be sent." Dave chuckled eyeing Garcia with mock suspicion.

"My Italian Stallion I have had these papers since three days after you were staring at Boss man while he made his coffee. Maybe I wasn't as confident in your wooing abilities but rather my cupid abilities because I was this close to borrowing Derek's handcuffs and locking you two together!" She said holding out two fingers just barely touching.

Dave laughed "You have no idea how Glad I am that you didn't need to do that."

Soon after the rest of the team arrived in dregs the joy was visible on all their faces as they exchanged hugs and laughs. When it came time to take their seats not one dinner guest was without a smile plastered to their face. Emily clinked her teaspoon against her glass of orange juice and stood up.

"I just want to say that I am so happy these idiots finally decided to stop being stupid and get on with it already! It was definitely a team effort and although I think some of our schemes were better thought out than others." She gave all her team mates a meaningful glance. "We fuckin did it!"

Everyone applauded laughing as Emily gave a deep curtsy before sitting herself back on her chair.

"Okay, okay, I'm not usually a fan of meddling especially when I'm the focus of it because as a team you are always so...exhaustingly persistent on whatever you collectively set your minds on. In this case however you encouraged us to be honest with each other and to take a leap of faith, also not something I'm one to do with relationships but all the alcohol Garcia provided throughout definitely helped. Anyway thank you all and you can each ask Dave one question about our relationship and then our private lives are once again officially private!" Hotch announced raising his coffee in cheers with everyone.

His declaration was met with some cheers and some arguments on whether just one question was really fair once everyone settled down they all looked to Rossi.

"Why am I suddenly the spokesperson for our relationship." He said while mock glaring at Aaron.

"Well you did spill wine on my best shirt last night so I think it's only fair." Hotch said with a cheeky grin causing Dave to smack his shoulder lovingly.

"Okay fine you got me there...Okay Garcia you figured me out first you should get to ask first."

Garcia giggled in delight "So! What EXACTLY happened last night?" she asked waggling her eyebrows suggestively at them.

Dave could only laugh he knew she was going to ask that. He explained most of the events from the night before barring the adult moments they teased him relentlessly that he had been clumsy enough to throw wine over his crush and burn the meal he was preparing on the same night

"Hey! Go easy on the man I think we all know what kept him so distracted from his stove." Derek announced with a wink at Dave his statement causing Aaron's cheeks to take on a dashing strawberry tone.

"Okay Emily your question please before Aaron passes out!" Dave laughed getting a cute little glare from Aaron. "These were your terms baby you did this to yourself."

"So how good was the sex?" She asked with a laugh over her third mimosa.

"Good enough to burn the pasta for! Okay JJ next!" Dave announced.

"So it's early days but do you think you've found the next Mrs Rossi?" JJ asked teasingly.

"Hey! Why not the next Mrs Hotchner who said I'm taking Dave's name?" Hotch inserted with little true disgruntlement.

"That's a discussion for later baby but to answer your question, I am cautiously optimistic on that front but one thing at a time. Now Derek!"

"Hmm, is our big scary Boss man a cuddler?" Derek asked causing Prentiss to almost fall out her chair.

"He is in fact a massive cuddler and a snuggler also it's like owning a cat that actually likes you." At this Aaron hides his face completely in his borrowed shirt but they could all see the blush had heightened to his ears.

The statement earned some awws from the ladies at the table finally Dave looked to Spencer and nodded his permission to ask his question.

"Why do you think you were so scared to tell each other?" Reid asked innocently with his own small smile.

"Because they are dumbasses when it comes to love." Emily chipped in causing Dave to laugh.

"I was definitely a dumbass and way too afraid to fail and ruin our friendship but really I can't believe I was ever scared, nothing has come so naturally to me than us."

Aaron finally peeked from the t-shirt and smiled at Dave so warmly that he threw caution to the wind and leaned over for a kiss that had the team once again cheering them on.

This was always supposed to happen to them and it couldn't have come together any more beautifully if it hadn't been a team effort.

#hotch #aaron hotchner/david rossi #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #fanfic