The way Rudy can never win with the obx fanbase...like people love to tear him apart no matter what the man does.

in an act of desperation for more star wars content I have regretfully decided to watch the sequel trilogy again (with the exemption of ROS for my own sanity)

https://www.tumblr.com/maybanksbabe/737446747248427008/httpswwwtumblrcommaybanksbabe737446320199106?source=share

Oo okay!

now what about kids🫢

in mine JJ and Ruby end up having boy and girl twins named Dallas and Delilah

-🦋

I think, based on what I put Kodi and JJ through... Kids aren't talked about for a while, they still have to recover and heal and process etc and whilst Kodi does have a somewhat functional relationship with her parents, she knows that JJ's terrified of becoming Luke, so it takes a while to get around to actually agreeing to have any, I feel like they'd have one - possibly - two if they really wanted to, probably both girls (girl dad!JJ ftw!!)

I'll Keep You (My Fuzzy Little Secret)

Errant plotbunny that won’t leave me alone and might/maybe/potentially get turned into an actual fic...

AOS!Jim's time on Tarsus triggers a dormant gene in his genetic make-up. Cue True Alpha, Werewolf Jim.

Yeah. I went there. (I came to Star Trek after five years obsessing over Teen Wolf, please for to forgive 🙏)

Getting thru the academy without Jim getting found out is responsible for a majority of Bones (scarce) gray hairs. I'm thinking a five plus one fic where Spock almost finds out multiple times, and one time where he either knows and uses it to their advantage, or finds the eff out.

1.) Lake Day for Puppies- Bones and Jim head to a local lake to relax after finals and Jim takes the rare opportunity to stretch his four legs. Amanda is there walking the park and has gotten some bad news; Jim dog shakes and gets her all wet and interrupts the call she's on with her son. An aggrieved Bones drags Jim away, tho not before professor Spock notes the unusual size of the 'dog' and his piercing blue eyes over the vid call.

2.) After they've finished with the Narada and are heading back to earth/vulcan sans warp core (I refuse to let Vulcan be destroyed in my head canons. You can't just take the single most interesting culture that Trek introduces and get it gone, JJ.) and Spock realizes that Jim's taken a hell of a beating. A beating he really doesn't seem to be showing signs of at all. There's 'having a best friend with a dermal regenerator on quick use' and then there's 'conveniently don't have broken ribs/tentacle burns/frostbite/ busted wrist anymore'. It's not til a recovering Pike tells him firmly to be a 'good boy' and 'go lie down' that Jim does take any rest. (Obvs dadmiral Pike is in the know)

3.) Angsty one. Turns out Scotty is totally in the know. He's from a small pack back in Aberdeen. Drunk on a shore leave at one point (Scotty's stash of wolfsbane 'shine ftw), Jim bemoans his loneliness and Scotty asks about his mate- most 'wolves have met theirs by his age. Jim laments that his mate is actually his True Mate, but… they're already as good as married. (Spuhura for a beat here, sorry) Scotty weasels out of Jim that it IS someone on the enterprise tho. When they get back to the ship, Spock is there to berate the Captain, Bones tells him to shove off, and Scotty drags Bones to their end of the officers deck while a *very* handsy Kirk is escorted back to his quarters by Spock. There's a lot of scent marking going on. When Spock mentions that he will be returning to Uhuras quarters after this, Jim full on whines at him.

4.) The enterprise is sent to a planet that ONLY Jim and Bones are allowed to beam down to. Upon discussion with Pike, Jim argues to bring Scotty and an ensign from the sciences department (who's also a 'wolf, tho younger). Turns out the planet is pack full (ha) of werewolves and humans and they don't really want to join the federation, but star fleet (not in the know) has given Jim a chance to change their minds. Jim spends the week stretching his four legs and reveling in a 'wolf culture that he's never known. Bones soaks up information like a sponge, finally having someone to talk to about the medical aspects of having a best friend who's a werewolf. Scotty makes friends over his wolfsbane 'shine recipe. Ensign Danvers meets her mate and decides to resign her commission to stay planet side. Everything pretty fine and dandy, by the 3rd day the locals even let the Enterprise send down their science team to do some local science-y things. The local Alpha invites Jim 'and his 2nd' to a run with them that evening. Spock overhears Jim accept, and arrives at the appointed place (ha) late due to a science hold up; only to find that Jim is there with Bones and was not, apparently, expecting Spock. Jim is shirtless and flushed with exhilaration, having just come back from a 'lap around the lake' (unlikely, the lake is 10 miles around, Spock isn't THAT late)(except if you're a 'wolf, that wouldn't take very long at ALL) and Jim is hanging all over Bones, punch drunk on adrenaline and happy, but he snaps to when he sees Spock. Bones is his second in Jim's pack- the local Alpha can smell/tell that Spock doesn't truly belong to Jim (yet). Negotiations break down a bit when Spock alludes to the captains penchant for going dangerous places with/doing dangerous things. He is, after all, surrounded by a group of the locals wearing their four legs. Jim does damage control- Danvers helps, since she's now mated to the alphas son. 

5.) Bones gets away to do some camping, Spock goes looking for Jim who's beamed down to join Bones last second in an attempt to get away from Uhura and Spock celebrating their anniversary or whatever. Jim's clothes are at Bones campsite, but Jim isn't, and Spock is (livid) confused, but the verbal sparring is cut short when a local predator pack approaches the campsite. They growl menacingly and Spock shoves Bones behind him- only to hear a far more menacing and wet snarl erupt from the tree cover behind them. Curiously, McCoy actually *relaxes* and is flooded with relief (touch telepathy, plz n thnx) by the sound. The creatures however, are not, and they turn tail and run. Jim shows up shortly thereafter, wrapped in a towel, apparently back from a 'washing up'. (He left the enterprise an hour ago, why didn't he just use the sonics? Spock ponders)

6.) Spock gets a new incense. One of the ingredients is a variant of wolfsbane that gets Jim high as balls and his control starts to slip on the bridge. Like catnip. Bones has to quarantine the bridge and holler at Spock about not checking things first. 

7.) Obligatory, stranded in a cave on an ice planet and Spock is freezing to death/delirious. His fever dreams of snuggling up to Ichaya are just fever dreams, tho, pay no mind to the blonde wolf fur clinging to his away science blues…

8.) Yes, this is more than 5. Oops.

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 9

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Foo Fighters “Monkey Wrench”

Featuring: Spencer x Reader   Rating: Teen    Setting: Season 4

(I know this pic is from season 5, but come on!) A/N: What does it mean when you make yourself cry while writing? Angst. Let’s see if the team can make up for the crappy hotel security... xoxo Stu

I do not own any of the lyrics, characters or images.

Part 1   Part 7    Part 8

Emily saw the envelope sitting neglected on the desk. The unsubs had the BAU rolling around this hotel like a tangled ball of yarn betwixt the claws of a pack of sadistic kittens. She grabbed a pair of gloves from a uniformed cop at the desk, knowing in her gut it was exactly like the one found at Reid’s hotel room that morning. She opened the gently pronged seal, a single sheet of printer paper with typical Times New Roman Font stared back.

Regarding: A Trade

When: At your earliest convenience

Who: Dr. Reid for Agent Jareau

Where: To Be Determined

How: Please have Dr. Reid pick up the security desk phone and dial #999 to receive further instructions

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench

You felt like you were trapped in a bad after school special about abstinence. How could your dad; your sweet, goofy, dork of a dad be this controlling?! You were an adult. You had lived on your own for an entire year of college. Why was it so bad to finally have a boyfriend? Even in your memories you could hear the whine of your voice in your thoughts. You had never felt so alone and angry before. What could you do with all these emotions?

You blasted Dave Grohl through the sound system and threw your stuff around your bedroom.

“JJ, can you see an exit? Can you get out of there before she catches up to you?” Hotch did not want to risk heroics, he wanted JJ back with the team.

“Yeah, Hotch, there seems to be a door at the end of the other hall. If I make it through, I will work on getting above ground.” JJ had controlled her breathing, yet she was still determined to move on to the next step of escaping. “If I don’t come back to the phone, take it as a good sign.”

“JJ, be careful.” Hotch stayed on the line, until he heard the other phone rest into the cradle.

Spencer was agitated, “Hotch, did she see Y/N? Were there any other doors she could have tried?!”

Hotch looked at Reid with his serious, yet blank face. “You can ask her when we get her back. Right now, we know Dr. Y/L/N is not in any real danger. Also, one of the unsubs have been taken down with ease.”

“And one of them is walking amongst us.” Emily Prentiss had arrived with the next clue from the suspects. “We have another note. This time it is an invitation for Reid.”

Every member of the local and BAU team present exchanged glances as Spencer rushed toward Agent Prentiss. She held up the page for him to read without touching it. His eyes ran over the note, it was impossibly short. He read it three times. “Hotch, make sure Garcia is on the trace.”

Spencer walked calmly back over to the security desk and picked up the phone.

Morgan and Rossi were in the conference room staring at the wall. There were three “known” unsubs: Kurt Hansen, Unsub Mail Carrier (female) and Unsub Prison Guard (older female). The available pictures and generic descriptions were on sheets with details of the profiles below each part of the team. This group was organized, willing to take high risk victims and had resources to pull this off.

They were pointing to the one keeping watch of JJ and Y/N as the leader, this was personal for her. They were looking into ties with both Dr. Y/L/Ns to build a suspect list. Y/N was injured while JJ was not, was this about her from the beginning? Had the father’s murder occurred because the original target, Y/N was not yet in Pasadena?

Kurt Hansen was muscle and accessibility. He probably didn’t know much about the other members of the team, but he liked their bankroll. How did Y/N end up choosing a room at this hotel? Did they know that the BAU would be staying here as well? How far did their research go?

The mail carrier unsub was fearless. She made no attempt to hide her features besides knowing where security cameras were. She helped develop the games that Reid and Y/N were battling. She was intelligent, probably a sociopath, and also had a personal vendetta against Y/N.

The room behind your wall had a tussle. You hoped JJ was alright, Auntie Miriam could have a mean streak about her. You tried to get her attention after you heard her door, followed by a yelp. Yet again you were greeted with silence. You began reciting Nonnus’ ‘Dionysiaca’ because right now you could really use a god of wine.

Bring me the fennel, rattle the cymbals, ye Muses! put in my hand the wand of Dionysos whom I sing: but bring me a partner for your dance in the neighbouring island of Paros, Proteus of many turns, that he may appear in all his diversity of shapes, since I twang my harp to a diversity of songs. For if, as a serpent, he should glide along his winding trail, I will sing my god’s achievement--

It was not your favorite epic poem, but it was flowery and the dank cell you were in needed such fantastic color. You returned to sitting on the cold floor, your lack of underwear a constant reminder of how far you had fallen over the course of this short, yet arduous day. You smiled against the desperation, you had spent the night with ‘ton chevalier’ and those memories were worth reliving.

Too soon reality returned. After some time, you began to accept that you had gotten your father killed by being a terrible niece. Aunt Miriam needed something from you and apparently Spencer also. What you two could offer her, after years apart was the largest puzzle piece. You hoped Spencer was safe, wherever he was. That his team would protect him, as they tried to protect you. After all, he didn’t deserve to be hurt by your family again.

All this time to make amends What do you do when all your enemies are friends Now and then I'll try to bend Under pressure Wind up snapping in the end

This was Spencer’s third pass down Dr. Y/L/N’s office in an hour. The young doctor knew the older man was studying him, he just couldn’t have foreseen their conversation.

“Spencer, why don’t you come in for a sec?” Dr. Y/L/N’s wide face beckoned through his casually open office door. Spencer set his last box of materials on the floor near the door. He plopped down on one of the same uncomfortable brown laminate chairs that were found throughout the building. He waited, his breathing still labored from his repeat trips to his next research hub and he didn’t know what Dr. Y/L/N wanted.

From his spot, Spencer could see a framed photograph of Y/N. She was probably eight or nine, in the background was the Colosseum. Her front teeth elephantine to her features. Spencer wondered if that was before or after Dr. Y/L/N’s wife had passed. For someone so fortunate to travel the world and absorb such varied cultures and history, Y/N had been through many hardships. Spencer smiled, knowing just how the world hadn’t truly seen Y/N Y/L/N yet.

“Spencer,” Graham sighed, “I have been watching you fall in love with my Y/N/N for a year now. And I am sorry for that.”

Spencer’s brown eyes bulged in embarrassment, he cleared his throat. “Sir? While I have known Y/N for one year, two months, 6 days and eighteen hours, I would not say my feelings,” his voice cracking, “were as that involving the complex chemical and hormonal mixture that is romantic love until most recently.”

“Spencer, when you are an old man, such as I am,” Dr. Y/L/N continued. “You will witness young love quite clearly as you can never have it like that again. It is fleeting and priceless.” His large form rose to sit on the edge of his fine desk, taking a casual aside in this formal setting. “I have turned a blind eye these past few weeks, because she is, you both are so special to me. But I can no longer ignore the potential ramifications from such summer flings.”

Spencer’s mind soared while his stomach dropped to the floor. The worst was the shame he felt, it gave him a searing jolt; silencing his usually generous words. His mouth opened and closed before he could articulate, “Sir, I, um we have not done anything that could endanger your daughter. I, mean, sir I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“Even so, I have made arrangements with my sister. Y/N will be spending the rest of her summer with her Aunt in San Francisco. She is leaving tomorrow morning. You are welcome to say goodbye, if you would like.”

Spencer stood. Like an animal released from a pen, he could no longer sit in one place. He picked up his research box and dropped it, twice, before looking back at his mentor. Then all he saw was the man that was oddly breaking his heart. “I will, I will call Y/N and set up a time, sir. Thank you, I must, <cough> go now and finish up in my new department, sir.”

JJ made it to the doorway at the end of the narrow hall from the captor’s base. The wide push release at waist height engaged, allowing her passage. She found another short hallway, it’s floor descending. It was lined in cinder blocks and ended in a ladder like a service entrance. She turned, trying to retrace her steps, but there was no handle on the exterior of the door she had used.

JJ squared her shoulders and began to climb up the cold iron rungs. The buzzing lights of the basement were lost as she ascended into warmer air. The sounds of machinery and voices urged the agent onward. People were near, people are her specialty, she can work with people. Her exhausted, undernourished mind kept thoughts at a minimum. Suddenly she couldn’t climb anymore, her hands and head bumped into a heavy stone hatch.

After ensuring Garcia was on the line and tracing the call, Spencer pushed the code through. The answering rings were clipped, more mechanical than he expected. On the fourth chirp, she answered, rather breathy. “Dr. Reid I presume.”

“Why did you give up on the prose?” Spencer started, “Was it for efficiency sake or couldn’t you find your muse? Perhaps that little errand girl you have roaming the lobby didn’t meet your deadline and you had to improvise.”

“No matter, Dr. Reid.” The older woman appeared to be talking, a notable accent the more she spoke. “As you now have Agent Jareau, how would you like to proceed?”

Spencer looked to Hotch, JJ wasn’t here. What did this woman want after losing her trading jewel? Hotch shook his head at Reid, knowing it wouldn’t convince him anyway. “Miriam, Miriam Y/L/N?” Spencer held his hand over the mouthpiece, and stage whispered, “The unsub is Y/N’s aunt!”

Hotch was floored, “Reid, are you sure?” Spencer nodded, writing on a pad beside the phone: ‘same accent as Graham’ in his stylized scribbles.

The team regrouped, Emily called Morgan to continue with the profile. Garcia flew through her research getting any information that could take this brother-killer down. Hotch continued to watch Reid and Y/N’s monitor. Someone had entered the room with her, but Hotch wouldn’t draw Spencer’s eye away from the phone.

Part 10

@sparkle-dinosaur, @dontshootmespence @reiding-and-writing @speedreiding @reid-my-fortune @sapphire1727 @holagubler @cherry-loves-fanfic @lookingforgalifrey @miss-gleek-freak-geek @criminal-minds-fanfiction @reidbyers @sortaathief 

GOD fuck it

artsy goth lesbian!! emily and her sporty jock gf jj college au headcanons (tw// mentions of homophobia+transphobia but nothing graphic)

emily has subdued her goth look from high school by a lot

she’s more of a pastel goth

her hair is straighter, the blue streaks running through her hair more nearly than they ever were in high school

she’s traded in her faded band shirts and faux leather jackets for plain black tank tops or t-shirts with darker, more neutral toned flannels thrown over top

she still wears her fishnet stockings, the ripped skinny jeans and chains on her belt, but she loses the studs

(instead, she wears a simple black choker)

her nails are painted matte black, filed into short tips

(she keeps her pointer and ring finger nails cut though because..... well duh)

she does her makeup the same way: dramatic eyeshadow with winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch

the only difference is she wears charcoal gray lipstick instead of black

people are weary of her

she carries around a dark, black umbrella when it’s sunny out to protect her pale complexion

literally no one hears her talk

no one knows her major

all they know about emily is that she’s good at art

she excells in the french and math classes she’s in

emily prentiss is intimidating for crying out loud! you can’t blame people for being nervous around her!

(once, emily heard a rumor that she beat up laura sanderson because laura called her a homophobic slur)

(she totally did break laura sanderson’s nose because laura called luke alvez and his boyfriend spencer reid homophobic and transphobic slurs and the bitch made penelope garcia, the sweetest human being emily has ever met, cry)

(she doesn’t feel sorry about it whatsoever)

jj is the complete opposite of emily

she dresses in sports jersies, shorts and a comfortable pair of vans

in winter, she wears soft pastel colored sweaters and cuffed jeans

her hair is always up in a ponytail

everyone on campus seemingly knows who rising soccer star jennifer jareau is

she trains every single day in the gym and often will be seen jogging around campus with a few of her teammates

despite her popularity, she’s really down to earth and kind

she has a small group of friends that she hangs around with when she’s not with her team (the small group includes spencer, luke and penelope!!)

she politely declines invitations to join sororities and spends the time she’s not on the field studying

her best classes are science and english

spencer and penelope are like her siblings and she protects them fiercely

laura sanderson tries her one day by starting on spence and jj goes off on her

she chews laura out hardcore, leaving to go to the field only when her hands start to shake

(laura doesn’t mess with spencer after that)

no one ever expects jennifer jareau and emily prentiss to be dating at all

as far as anyone knows, they don’t interact

so when jj’s teammates spot emily prentiss sitting underneath a shaded tree with her sketchbook during their practices, they’re weirded out

after practice, one of them pulls jj aside and is like.... “that emo weirdo is watching us...”

jj just shoots her a glare and states firmly “my girlfriend is just waiting for me to be done with practice”

and then she turns back to emily and grins, jogging up to her and giving her a kiss

emily likes staying over in jj’s dorm to watch her study (she sketches her girlfriend sometimes)

jj always wrinkles her nose with a smile and goes “why do you always draw me?”

emily’s cheesy response is always “you’re my inspiration”

jj’s often the model she uses for her photography assignments

despite hating crowds and sports, emily always makes it to jj’s games

she’ll stand over under her umbrella no matter the weather to cheer her girlfriend on

most times, she chants “come on baby, you got this” under her breath as she watches her girlfriend on the field

if she makes a goal, emily can’t help but cheer

jj always makes it to emily’s art galleries and show openings

she loves emily’s photography so much because her girlfriend really has a talent for it

her favorite art pieces of emily’s are the pottery (her girlfriend makes the cutest tea pots and tea cups) and her colored pencil drawings because they look so real

[the sweaters jj wears in the winter are 100% emily’s but no one has to know that]

keen on writing fics more. obvi i’ll continue with the one i started but i want to have some others to dabble in, too. so i created this poll. please let me know what you’d be interested in seeing from me! here’s a small sample of my work (of which i am 100% going to continue, and i may do more with ftws because i have a lot of notes and theories and thoughts!!!!!). anyway, lmk :-)

Janis & Jimmy

Fake dating begins!

Janis: Grace wants to buy you a coffee for being such a gent. Janis: If I was you I'd have a freebie black and charge it to her tab. Her and her cronies are in there enough, and it'll save you having to endure a frappe/her and said giggling gal pals. Jimmy: Me and her or a group hang with the BBs for the 'gram? Jimmy: 👍I did that last week and the one before Janis: Depends. She obvs wants alone time with you but she's never passed up a #goals photo-op in her life, so. Janis: Can't be freeing the nip on Insta but maybe she's got a private snapchat she wants to whore out, you'll be well in then 👍 Janis: Christ. Good to know not ALL her money goes on Brazilian blow-outs, she's also topping up the salary of every hot barista in town, what a philanthropist she is, amongst other less favourable titles. Jimmy: If you can be arsed to 3rd wheel this I'll shout you something from the secret menu Jimmy: Which exists swear down and isn't just a invite to my snapchat Jimmy: Why am I worried Brazilian blow outs is a way bigger euphemism any day Janis: Hmm. As much as I try to avoid spending ANY time with Grace, for obvious reasons as you well know, it could be pretty amusing to see her make such a twat out of herself. And it would piss her off if I gatecrashed...Fuck it, I'm in. Janis: Don't get any ideas about making some taboo twin content though, lad, that only happens in the minds of pervy porn execs, and in weird old lady novels from the 80s. Janis: Lol. Yeah, it ain't a Cavante special. Its to make her look MORE white, funnily enough. As if the coffee habits and UGGs weren't making her a literal meme for the cause already. Jimmy: I'd rather down a strawberry açaí refresher with coconut milk every time Grace makes a gaff, which funnily enough is what necking with your sister's tall mate tastes like, than get sandwiched between the two of you Jimmy: I'd shout her a flat white if she'd get the joke though. One for each of them Jimmy: 😩 Janis: OMG, girl code, Grace sooooo saw you first, Tammy is gonna be out on her flat white arse when Gracie finds out, like 💀 Janis: The feeling's mutual, dickhead. Wouldn't put it past my sister though, she's more obsessed with me than she'd EVER be with you. 🤢 At least she'll be moving on when you finally give in and give it to her, I've got a life fucking sentence, mate. ⚰ Jimmy: OMG Minnie (??? Isn't that her name maybe) launched herself at me first and I'd be out on my penniless arse if I'd let her crack on over the counter ⛔ Jimmy: I like my encounters with a little less ego it's no crime. Or slight on you, mate. Jimmy: I'll tell Gracie that if she ever lets me get a word in. Janis: Fuck knows. All look the same to me. Ironic if it is, though, fucking jolly green giantess. Janis: And soz but sexual assault ain't no crime either when you're them though, they're just being #girlbosses swear down garda 💋 Janis: Good luck with that one, kid. Even if she gives you the chance, she won't be listening. Fucks with the fairytale where you shut the fuck up and carry her bags 'cept to call her pretty once in a while for said ego's boost. 🙊🙉 Janis: oh, and look good in the 'gram, standard. Jimmy: Could be what the lads call her... whoops Jimmy: Damn. I'll have to spoil her fun by letting it be known I've got myself a girl already. 🎻 Shame it'll take me years to find one who can stand the interrogation 💔 Jimmy: Gotta get Cass to keep her ear low. Effort. Janis: The 'lad's' secret is safe with me, the 'girls' are hardly likely to listen and I'm even less likely to bother to tell 'em. She'd just think #pussygamestrong 'neway so I ain't giving the bint that unwarrant stroke when you've all already been there, done that. Sloppy. Janis: Woe is, lad. Like everyone ain't on your dick rn 'cos you got that shiny, new appeal. Just pick one that ain't TOTALLY unbearable- ah, I see your problem. Janis: Sadly, I can't help, I ain't the massive lezza you've no doubt heard from the lads and girls alike that I am. Janis: Slim pickings either way you swinging, you see. Jimmy: You can help me then. Go on. Think how mad it'd make Gracie if nuffin' else Jimmy: Counter distance between us at all times if you want Janis: Aside from pissing off my sister, which I'm more than capable of by me larry, what's in it for me? You get her off your dick and back into Costa to cry it out, like Jimmy: Freebies of any of Common Grounds finest where you can also hang without her and her hangers on Jimmy: Semi trained mutt if I can wrench it from my sisters grasping hands? Jimmy: Plus an end to the rumors if you're arsed about that. You said yourself I've got the newbie appeal Janis: Alright, alright, you had me at dog! Janis: I won't deprive your sister but I could do with an AM running partner who can keep up. I'll wear it out and have it back to you at the end of your morning shift, before she's even had her weetabix or found her school tie. Deal? Janis: I'm down for writing our own rumours, why the fuck not, eh Jimmy: Done. Her name's Twix and she's as annoying as the name makes her sound. Jimmy: Get ready for rumors about how many bodies she's buried for you after all the holes dug Janis: Cute. And I'm sure I've dealt with worse bitches, I'm up for the challenge. 💪 Janis: Its always the dog walkers init, suspicious cunts. Jimmy: Yeah, and if you wanna bury a few of 'em yourself I'll keep my lips sealed Jimmy: Tomorrow too soon? Janis: Good man, you will if you know what's good for you. Janis: Though, not too sealed, gotta set this dump's/my sister's world alight, like, and I don't think that's happening if we just hold hands. 😲 Janis: Nah, I'm ready. Only thing I got scheduled is double chem and that can always do with livening up. Janis: How you wanna do this, lover boy? Jimmy: Point taken. I better work on my angles too. For the 'gram. Jimmy: With minimal cliches if that can even be a thing round 'ere Jimmy: Probably wouldn't believe it without 100s would they Janis: You best, I don't know how to work facetime, you've got the wrong twin there. Janis: Well, I could oh-so casually ask Grace if her and the bitch squad are going for coffee on the way home from hell (as if they don't every fucking day) and she will be buzzin' thinking I wanna come 'cos she's always asking/attempting to drag me like she's on a mission from the coffee bean gods Janis: Then we can be there, together, oh-so casually again Janis: Aside from sucking face on the playground (which is a little first school, even for these hoes) its the best way to get max attention and thus the rumour mill will do the rest Jimmy: Make sure Tall Tammy's at the back. Can't have Grace missing it Jimmy: See if you can get one of them to spill coffee on you too. Everyone loves a heroic gesture and a clothes share 😏 Janis: 😂 Brilliant. Janis: Assuming Grace doesn't straight up throw it at me, I'll be sure to make that happen. Janis: I'll probably come chat to you at lunch tomorrow too. Can't have this springing out of nowhere, like, how implausible! 😏 You hang with Sean Bryne and that atm, yeah? Jimmy: Yeah we'll be in the smoking spot if not our usual corner Jimmy: I'll slide into the seat beside you the period after make it look like we got it really bad 💘 Janis: 👍 twos up on the ☠ 🚬 then, lad. what could be more romantic? Janis: good thinking, grace is in that class too and she's hopeless with maths so she won't be paying the slightest bit of attention to anything but the absolute scandal Jimmy: What should I call you so you don't wanna punch me in the dick as soon as I go in for a pet name? Janis: Eurgh, good shout, even if it is just to save your own bollocks, can't blame a boy. I don't fucking know, what's not vomit-inducing but also #couplegoals enough to make it worth the hassle? Janis: Blah, just remember my name, yeah, that'll have 'em creaming. Such courtesies are not often extended their way, like. Jimmy: Deal. And I'll # everything #JJ so you can block it from your feed easy Janis: Solid. Janis: Imma take a picture with your dog tomorrow, it best be fucking cute. Jimmy: [Takes a selfie with Twix and sends it] Do you? Jimmy: Not my #goals but should spark jealousy with the intended Janis: Cute. Janis: The dog ain't bad either. 😉 Janis: I'm getting in practice Jimmy: I'll do mine in the comments when it's posted Jimmy: How keen is cringe in the eyes of Gracie and her friends? Janis: You're asking a mouthful there. If you're too nice, they'll say you're boring. But they've gotta at least pretend they're feminists in this day and age so if you are too full of the bants and low-key treating me like shit, they're gonna have to pretend they ain't here for that even though that's every boyf they've ever had, na'mean? Janis: Just say something confusingly inappropriate for what is not gonna be a hot pic, isn't that how you lads do? Janis: I'll set you up with a lame caption Jimmy: Thanks. There's back room access in it for you Jimmy: Again not a private snapchat invite Janis: Steady on there, not until the 3rd date, at least! 😂 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: Seriously though. You're not as much of a bitch as everyone says. Nice one. Janis: Well, don't be spreading that backhander about, will ya? Janis: You've got a rep to make, that's a bit of mine I'd like to protect Jimmy: 🤐

Wassup @joewalkers-shorts

I guess this is a few brief character studies disguised as other characters’ internal monologues. :D  Not exactly thruple territory, but I definitely think there’s more to these three than just jolly bestie antics. 

Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (JJ in 10x11, The Forever People)

shoutout to whatver part of my neurodivergent brain went into fight flight or freeze mode during basketball and played a better defense than i can normally play

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I also feel like Ruby is the most bratty🫢 she’s hotheaded and can have a mouth when she wants so I feel like she’d always be in trouble😂

-🦋

😂 firecrackers ftw - Kodi's chill most of the time but she's Protective (of all of them but especially JJ) and will throw hands on the drop of a dime if the occasion calls for it, other than that she gets high, surfs, teaches surfing and keeps the boys in check 😂

About Me 🌺

Aerin | 25+ | scorpio | infp | ♀️

*Formerly: taeilmeyourw1sh (aka JJ).

Main blog that is home to many side blogs such as (but not limited to): sylvumbreon, chibivenus, berrysficrecs, maladaptivedaydramsx, genshins1mpact, & imbibitorlunaetic!

Formerly a kpop-only blog turned shitpost central. Tons of hyperfixation dumping, aesthetic imagery, gifsets, quotes, and more! Typically runs on queue though cause I’m busy with work/uni.

I absolutely adore making new friends and don’t shy from asks or anything of the sort, however due to the fact that I’m usually 1) busy/away or 2) on the app/mobile version... I may not always reply quickly. (Especially if my mental health is kinda kicking my ass atm, ily dearly and I apologize for replying late af.)

Things you’ll likely see on this blog: kpop, anime, video games, aesthetic posts, poetry/writing, and lots (I mean lots) of memes. My blog isn’t inherently mdni.. however I would prefer to have an adult-oriented space, especially since I’m pretty bad at remembering to tag things. I can’t control what others do online anyway just don’t be dumb enough to leave traces of being in places or posts you shouldn’t be lol.

Most often found aesposting (lots of pink ftw) / shitposting here or off on my side blogs, which I cherish dearly... even if I hardly touch most of them now (rip nct writing blogs lol). Thanks for stopping by and I wish you all a wonderful day!

xo, aerin (aka jj) 💖

Bad boy JJ! Don’t bite your mother!

There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall; but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you're down.

Wes Fessler

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 8

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Union Pulse’s “Better Days”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader    Rating: Teen   Setting: Season 4

A/N: There is so much pain in this one guys, I’m sorry! The flashbacks lined up to “current” tough stuff too. xoxo Stu

Part 1   Part 6    Part 7

Just when you thought you could not be any more alone in the world, SHE entered your cell, proving just how naïve you still were. “Auntie Miriam?” You balked. Your disbelief a mask of horror, pinching the swelling skin.

“Close your mouth, Y/N. Are you trying to catch flies?” Aunt Miriam scolded you as if you were all of eight. “I don’t want to hear any pleading or belly-aching, understood?” Her cold stare peeling away your self-confidence as your anger broke cracks in your calm façade. You returned the glare, unsure of what to say that would properly defy her betrayal. The tears came instead and you hated them for it.

“Now, we are going to wait until your little boyfriend shows up. The blonde is safe and sound, awaiting the prisoner exchange. Get comfortable, Y/N. You will not be going anywhere until I have everything that I need.” Aunt Miriam’s resolute voice remained annoyingly calm as she tugged the heavy door behind her.

Rossi and Emily were all over the security guard when he returned to his post eleven minutes and thirty-seven seconds after the BAU had appeared at the desk. He was one of the three imbeciles who had mucked up Y/N’s suite initially. Spencer watched as Y/N had begun to weep while conversing with the unsub in the shadows. He vowed to not leave this spot until he was where she needed him to be, in her prison or in JJ’s. Hotch continued to watch Reid and the monitors as he eavesdropped on the interrogation of the guard.

“Listen, lady, I don’t know what those bottom screens are showing you, they have never been on before!” The pudgy man argued with an unamused Prentiss.

“Okay!” Rossi raised his voice to get the kids to play nice. “Name, position, length of employment and supervisor’s name, now.”

“Sam Calloway, 3 months as weekend day guard,” the man began quickly, “and uh, Steve, Steve Turner.”

“He’s the guy that can’t handle evidence, Hotch.” Spencer reminded his boss.

“Of course, he is.” Hotch muttered.

Once Rossi got the self-destructive head of security on the line, Hotch called Morgan with an update. Spencer listened to all that happened around him, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off her frustrated yet terrified expression. She was now seated, her back to the wall. Spencer recalled her giggling voice, rousing him this morning, her soft lips on his clavicle. How could that have been a mere seven hours thirteen minutes ago?

“Hotch?” Spencer spun to interrupt the phone call, “They were only gone for eighteen minutes when the security desk got the call about the door being open. An elevator ride from that floor to the lobby takes three minutes and twelve seconds without stops.”

Hotch nodded at Spencer’s conclusion, “They never left the hotel.”

Garcia had found Kurt. In actuality, she had lost him, but that meant something! She had seen him take an empty luggage cart into the southern elevators three minutes before the cameras went dark on the penthouse floor. Then, whoosh, he vanished. He had not resurfaced on any floor within twenty minutes afterwards. Therefore, he must have been either killed in an elevator OR he was one of the unsubs. Garcia would never trust a bellhop with a clean record again.

“Baby Girl, talk to me,” Morgan pleaded, feeling very annoyed as traffic cop in the tiny conference room of the hotel.

“Oh, Sugar Bear,” Garcia cooed, “Tell me, you’re not grumpy Gus?” Her sly smile creeping on her jester lips.

“Nah, Garcia, I just need something to get us fully ahead of this team. We have locals going basement up, room to room on each and every floor, it is going to be a long night.” Derek explained.

“Anybody talk to Kurt, yet?” Garcia followed up.

“Nah, he wasn’t on the schedule today, no one has seen him,” Derek explained, checking a file on the table in front of him.

“Well, I have,” Garcia burst out, “He had a luggage cart on the elevator, MOMENTS before we lost JJ and Y/N. Don’t ya think that is suspicious?”

“This is why you are the greatest asset we have!” Derek praised the blonde genius. “Thanks, Penelope!” Agent Morgan signaled a local cop over, “You need to circulate this photo to everyone on your team and at the exits. No one lets this guy get away.”

Ten months from now she will paint this town red This fall's the last time she'll be alone in bed

You were drenched. The storm had not let up. Though it was closing on midnight, so you drove Spencer home cautiously. You quietly opened the kitchen door, attempting to make it to the quiet carpeted steps before your footfalls could give you away.

The gruff cough in the foyer made you pause. ‘Shit’, Dad was up still.

“Y/N, don’t try to sneak up those stairs, I heard the garage door.” His serious voice was on, your shoulder’s huddled in defeat.

“Hiya, Dad.” You greeted, swinging your arms back and forth in front of you, anxiously. “It’s raining soup out there tonight.”

His big eyes watch you squirm, waiting for any kind of excuse you would produce. You really couldn’t come up with anything, besides the expletives your brain was rotating through like a mantra. “So, I am soaked, mind if I head up for a shower?” You asked quietly, leaning towards the winding staircase, away from his perch in the archway to the family room.

“Y/N, you were out with young Dr. Reid again, weren’t you?” Your dad’s voice was strained, like when he had to give you the birds and the bees talk when you were twelve. Your eyes darted to the floor, a small puddle collecting around your slip ons. You nodded because you didn’t think words could form in your mouth.

“Sweetheart, I’m not blind.” His voice softened. “But I cannot allow you to jeopardize your future for a summer of puppy love.” Your eyes shot up in alarm, what exactly did he think you and Spencer had been up to?

“Dad, I think you are jumping the gun here,” You started to explain, measuring the volume of your voice as best as you could. “We weren’t, it’s not like that.” You sputtered. “I thought you liked Spencer!” So much for curbing your dramatics.

He sighed, his big chest exhaling. “I do, that’s why I am doing this. To protect you both, yourselves now and in the future.”

“What exactly are you doing, Dad?” Your voice scared now.

“You will be staying with your aunt for the remainder of summer break. I spoke with Miriam and she thinks it is a great idea. Her neighbor girl is about your age and would love the company.” His voice droned onward, convincing himself what a wonderful idea it was. You were numbing, frozen in the puddle at the bottom of the stairs.

The impish woman was flitting around the lobby during all this commotion with the hotel lock down. The excitement called to her, she liked to watch the pawns trudge through the mud. She quickly dropped off another envelope at the concierge desk, since a cop was talking to the night clerk coming on to her shift. She sauntered back to the heart of the hotel via the central elevator hub.

JJ was getting hungry, where was the bread and water that was part of the prisoner gig? She didn’t think that Hotch would be negotiating for her quite yet, this lady had turned the profilers on their heads with the singularity of each crime. Perhaps there was a way out of the room without opening the locked, heavy and extremely loud door. She tapped the central wall, hoping the drywall would be spotty. She found no seems. She tried scaling the slippery block walls to get to the windows, they were feet above her best attempt.

The shrieking of the lock gave her a final prospect. She paused in the middle of the space, guessing she was being observed somehow. At the last moment before the door swung open, she ducked behind it. JJ waited for three beats as the cruel woman examined the empty room. Then JJ threw her weight into the unsub’s knees, tackling her. The door was still open, beckoning JJ onward. She ran into the blinding fluorescent lights of a hallway ending in a secondary security hub.

It's funny how I'm singing this again Every time I start to, soon enough I reach the end

Spencer was slightly on edge that morning. With the storm, Y/N had dropped him off so late that his head ached from lack of sleep. His mother was in a journaling trance at the small kitchen table as he gathered the ingredients for a quick meal. He was heading into school that day. He needed to start cleaning out his quarters near Dr. Y/L/N’s office and moving what he could to the Chemistry offices near Throop Hall. Spencer sat down and tried making conversation with his mother before he left.

“Mom, what can I get you for “morgenmete“ before I leave?” Spencer reached over to take her hand, drawing her mind back to the present. Her blue eyes were scrunched in annoyance.

“Spencer, I’ve already eaten.” Her voice certain. “Besides, you really need more than just toast and coffee, Spencer. You’re so thin!”

His brown eyes watched her, his lips a gentle smile at her motherly nit-picking. He knew she hadn’t eaten, but he wasn’t going to anger her. Diana Reid grabbed her pen and returned to her pages. Spencer sighed as he left her behind for another day, uncertain how she would be when he returned.

”Reid?” Hotch was calling to Spencer who was lost watching Y/N in her cell. Something had happened and she was pounding on the smooth central wall. He wished he could hear her, to know just what was going on. Yearning for her to keep her calm and not give in to the fear.

”Reid!” Hotch grabbed the younger man on the shoulder, shoving his index finger on the twin screen. “JJ took someone down, she got out of the room!” A limp figure lay on the cement flooring, all that was visible were thick calves ending in heels. Suddenly the phone rang at the desk next to Spencer. His brown eyes glanced at Steve “I can’t secure anything” Turner in annoyance.

The head of security took the call, knowing all communication was under FBI surveillance. “Security desk, Turner here.”

His eyes got wide, his voice rose in surprise. “Agent Jareau? I will-”

Hotch had snatched the corded phone out of the man’s sweaty palm. “Talk to me JJ.”

“It is not possible either to trick or escape the mind of Zeus.”  -Hesiod

Part 9

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