Allhellbreakslose - XOXO

Tyler: Did you like this date?

Wednesday: It was torture

Tyler: Like in the sense of good or bad?

*kiss

Tyler: Oh. Absolutely torture

The beautiful, talented, exquisite Dame Maggie Smith has just died, and I'll probably be heartbroken about it forever, honestly.

how I percieve Hotchniss:

as requested by @em-prentiss

emily:

tropes: action girl, blue blood, lady in a powersuit, back from the dead, brainy brunette, dark and troubled past, honour before reason, sarcasm personified, reckless and sexy

she/her

libra sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

bisexual 

born 12th october 1970

chaotic neutral

ENFJ personality type

cat person

only child - and very much gives only child energy

red is her favourite colour

body count: "private, thank you very much!"

her favourite movie of all time is 'Carrie' - but she can't resist a good old mystery novel

has some secret skills she doesn't really talk about or use until she needs them; plays the piano, did ballet until she was 15, can horseback ride.

her favourite book of all time is 'Jane Eyre'

dog ears her books to save her pages - either that or uses literally anything as a bookmark. argues that it makes her books look 'loved'

her favourite meal is a good cheeseburger (although she'll tell you its some kind of fancy pasta)

chews her nails when she's stressed

grew up in multiple embassies across the world including: UK, Iraq, Russia, Italy, France, Greece, Spain, and Egypt.

mommy issues galore although she'd never admit it

daddy issues, too, while we're at it.

absentee father who was 'working' all the time - only 'working' meant having affairs and avoiding their home as much as possible

her parents only put on the show of a functional, happy marriage for elizabeth's career, a charade emily was also expected to play a part in. she did so until she went away to college

her dad died when she was 23

nomadic lifestyle all her life due to her mom's job - finds it hard to settle down as a result

has a little box of mementos from each of the places she's lived, trinkets that would be of no value to anyone else but mean a lot to her

has a few small, discreet tattoos

multi-lingual but not a show off about it - sometimes dreams in italian

is also multilingual in sarcasm and often uses it to diffuse tense situations.

had an abortion when she was 15 - doesn't regret it but has always wondered. marks the day each year, even if it's just with a prayer. it's the only time she prays

✨️ religious trauma ✨️ 

rebelled against her mother as a teenager and their relationship has never really recovered

spoilt, privileged lifestyle 

likes her luxuries as a result and doesn't shy away from them 

never had too many close friends growing up - due to the moving around a lot

bit of a wild girl at college, there's not really a sexual position or an illegal substance she hasn't tried at least once (except the ones you inject, she's not insane)

still sneaks the occasional cigarette

cannot abide by any rule she considers arbitrary

loves a good horror movie, the gorier the better but the supernatural ones freak her out

has a secret passion for classical music when she’s stressed - particularly beethoven and bach

emily has a love for fine wine and is something of an amateur connoisseur, able to tell the difference between a good vintage and a cheap bottle. she and rossi bond over this.

her passion for coffee, however, is much more lax and she can drink even the roughest of instant crap. 

can also whip up a mean martini

she’s a cat person but never had a pet growing up due to all the moving around.

emily’s guilty pleasure is reality TV—she finds it oddly comforting and a way to unwind from the seriousness of her day-to-day life.

often doodles when she's on the phone—her notebooks are full of random sketches.

loves an indoor plant but finds it incredibly difficult to keep them alive

fucking loves technology and is slightly addicted to TikTok. has to limit her own screen time.

speaking of TikTok, she's totally on BookTok and loved the ACOTAR series.

loves spicy foods - often challenges herself to try the hottest dish on the menu.

bit of an adrenaline junkie, whether in her home or professional life. overly impulsive sometimes as a result

what she wears:

aaron:

tropes: badass in a nice suit, stoic leader, chronic hero syndrome, highest kill count, death glare, grumpy to her sunshine, deadpan snarker

he/him

scorpio sun, taurus moon, virgo rising

heterosexual

born 2nd november 1965

lawful good

ISTJ personality type

dog person

bodycount: 2

favourite colour is navy blue

eldest son, his brother, sean, is 11 years younger than him

his favourite book is 'one hundred years of solitude'

prioritizes his fitness and likes to take on fitness challenges to keep himself healthy

lonely childhood even though he had a little brother

abusive, drunk for a father

emotionally absent mother who was trying to deal with her own trauma

his mom died when he was 25

his dad is still alive out there somewhere but they're not in contact, and aaron has no intention of being

had to be the strong one for his little brother

comes from a pretty poor background, has built himself up to be and have everything he is and has 

always felt like more of a father than a brother to Sean because of their age gap, and the fact that he practically raised him

loves to go camping and be in the wilderness

a morning person - likes to get up and out of the house as early as possible

a very neat person - you'd be forgiven for thinking he was in the military (he never was) by the way he makes his bed and stacks his clothes

collected coins as a kid, something he never grew out of. has a very well organised collection he values greatly

keeps his books neat and tidy - always uses a bookmark

loves an old western, likes an action movie, horrors make him uncomfy and he's a secret sucker for a rom-com

reluctant green thumb and often ends up taking care of the plants that emily brings home and gives up on or gets distracted from

has a soft spot for old-school jazz and sometimes listens to it when he needs to decompress.

he's a surprisingly good cook, which is a skill he honed while having to take care of his brother, although the recipes were a lot more basic back then

still has his parents wedding rings, a fact about himself that he wrestles with since he doubts they were ever in love

prefers handwritten notes to digital reminders, is a very tactile person. never really fell in love with his phone.

hums softly when he's concentrating, a habit he's more often than not completely unaware of, and emily finds it adorable

keeps a stash of chocolate in his drawer in the office - stocks it with emily's favourites

wears his grandfather's class ring. it's the only family heirloom he has, and sometimes he feels guilty for not giving it to sean

has a collection of old vinyls from the 70s

visits the same diner every saturday for breakfast. after getting together with emily, the visits become less frequent but they still go now and then. aaron says they have the best eggs. emily thinks they're just ok, but she likes to see him happy

aaron isn't a big drinker; he'll have a few beers on a night out, or a whiskey after work occasionally, but he very rarely engages in any binge drinking. emily's only seen him really drunk a handful of times throughout their relationship.

he is, however, partial to the occasional cigar and although emily sneaks her own cigarette now and then, she can't stand the smell of them.

what he wears:

Hotchniss:

the only time hotch is not a morning person is when emily is in his bed, then he never wants to leave the comfort of the covers and the warmth of her body

hotch will watch a horror movie with emily with a straight face, but hate it the whole way through. emily will pretend to be into his action movies, and doesn't let him know she's actually bored out of her mind. their middle ground is a good western or a rom-com.

their first big fight is over a clash between their idea of 'tidy' - emily is laid back, doesn't mind a bit of clutter. aaron is...borderline ocd. they fall out over her having left a towel on the floor...again.

they are very well matched at chess, and often their games can go on for weeks in between cases and life. currently emily is winning by two games.

aaron would rather to repairs around the house himself, where as emily is used to throwing money at a problem and making it go away. they try to compromise but they're away so often for work that more often than not, emily wins because aaron just doesn't have the time, but when he does take on a project he loves the manual labour, and emily loves to sit back and watch x

it was his dream to restore a classical care so emily bought him one for his 50th birthday and its his pride and joy. he painted it red just for her

emily reads before bed and aaron does the crossword, with his glasses perched on the end of his nose and emily thinks it's the cutest thing.

emily's love of spicy foods means that more often than not aaron has to resign himself to buying her two meals when the spiciest dish on the menu is just 'a little too spicy' - he doesn't mind, really

they're both incredibly competitive. emily gets sweary and loud when she's in competition, aaron gets smug and smirky and that drives emily up the wall. their second biggest fight, ever, was over a game of monopoly. it's been banned in their household ever since.

emily takes aaron to a ranch for one of his birthdays - to celebrate his love for an old western, and because she thinks he'll love it! turns out aaron hotchner is terrified of horses. emily spent the first day riding and trying to convince him to do the same, and after that they just enjoyed the views and each other's company, and the horses, but from afar.

emily often teases hotch about his love for organization and can’t resist occasionally hiding a few items just to see his reaction. he pretends to be frustrated but secretly finds her antics adorable.

surprisingly, when they go on vacation, it's emily who wants their days planned down to the moment so that they don't miss anything, and aaron who just - finally- wants to relax and 'go with the flow'. emily finds this version of her husband disconcerting.

emily loves to surprise hotch with impromptu weekend getaways. he pretends to grumble about the lack of planning and the expense of it all but secretly enjoys the surprises and the thought she puts into them.

financially, aaron and emily grew up in two very different places. aaron watched his mother scrimp and save every penny to try and provide for him and sean, when she was lucid. when she wasn't, he had to figure it out himself. he's worked since the age of 14. emily had everything in life given to her on a silver platter and, even now, occasionally spends out of her trust fund. aaron gets frustrated by spending that he sees as frivolous and emily has to remind him that they're well off - she still has her trust fund, even if neither of them were working. it's infrequently a source of contention between them, though.

they dated before emily's 'death', before paris. he visited her in paris, where their flame sparked again but when she came back to the team nothing happened. then beth happened. then emily left again.

they stayed in contact while she was in london and eventually realised they were miserable without each other. emily moves back to the states, returns to the BAU and they get back together.

they marry that same year. it's a really small ceremony, attended only by the team, jack and sean. neither of their surviving parents are invited.

they started a two-person book club where they choose a book to read each month and discuss it over dinner. they always donate one copy - whether to charity or a friend. sometimes both if they agree that the book sucked.

they create the 'hotchner cup' which is a trophy that they play for every family game night. it's an old, tarnished badge of hotch's with 'Hotchner' written across it super-glued to an old ballet trophy of emily's. it's currently in emily's possession...due to the chess situation.

emily's a cat person and hotch loves dogs. as a compromise, they have one of each.

when emily has their kids, they share the position of Unit Chief at the BAU and alternate shifts, so someone's always at home with the kids. it's their one rule; the kids never get left alone.

they have three kids together, ava, livvy and alex. jack is aaron's son from his previous marriage to haley, and emily loves him like her own.

they share a home office and walking into it is hysterical; there are two desks and it's immediately obvious whose is whose because aaron's is meticulously organised and emily's is a mess.

aaron always dreads his weeks 'on' at work, because he knows he's going into his desk being an absolute mess. emily is the same because she says whenever he cleans up, he puts her stuff away and she can't find anything. she prefers her 'organised chaos'.

even though emily is a luxury resort kind of girl, aaron forces the family to take an annual camping trip. every year, emily complains about it; alex and ava follow her suit. jack and livvy love the camping trip like their father. even though emily and the kids complain, they also secretly love it.

they take an annual family photo during every camping trip

every year they all celebrate haley's birthday together with a special meal; homemade lasagne followed by apple pie and ice cream, both favourites of haley.

when it comes to parenting, there's no doubt who's the strict parent. emily definitely takes a more relaxed approach than her husband.

however, when it comes to bullying or the kids being in danger, emily has to be kept in check. more than once she's threatened to pull her badge on a kid - or parent - at school. more than once, she's had to be talked down by her husband, and sometimes the kids.

when aaron eventually retires early, he takes up teaching at the academy. they still have lunch together most days.

after aaron retires, emily takes on the role of unit chief by herself and eventually progresses to section chief, which is more of a bureaucratic role than she ever imagined for herself, but it means she gets home to her family every night.

Hotchniss tropes:

grumpy x sunshine rich girl x poor boy he's her boss mutual pining will they/won't they jealousy trope friends to lovers 'touch her and you die'

Photos Aaron takes of Emily:

Photos Emily takes of Aaron:

Joint camera roll:

How Hotchniss text:

Hotchniss playlist:

found something so freaking funny on reddit while looking up things as I write my fic. So, I was looking up the note that Thing dropped on the tip jar to Tyler and saw this on reddit;

this-

Tag War: Last Line

I was tagged by: @therulerofallpotatos , @chaoticstupiddm thank you!

Rules: in a new post you show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

So, im still in that draft for my Weyler fic.

-I just had a fight with Xavier...

-what about? Did you tell him that he makes you drier than the Sahara desert?

Im tagging: @wyleriseverything @pororoh @cosmic-lullaby @suchaladyy @averyaddamsromance @fandom-geek17 …

Wednesday accidentally unlocking a hyde just because she tortures on her playdates

Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

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snowdrop, part one

A/N: (found the gif used in the moodboard on pinterest, I'm sorry I do not know the creator)

Summary: “Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), literally just fluff, coffee-based flirting, kissing

Word count: 1908

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“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, book halfway pushed back onto the shelf. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a lanky man with heavy glasses resting on his little nose. 

“I-, yeah,” you quickly spat out, turning to face him completely, “what can I do for you?”

“I was trying to find Chaucer, but I, um, can’t,” he explained, shrugging his brown leather satchel back up into place on his shoulder. 

“Oh, well, let me show you,” you walked around the corner with him in tow, “it’s right over-,” your finger scanned down the dark shelf, but both it and your sentence fell short when you found the designated spot to be empty, “oh, I see why. You must have not been the only one in the medieval mood,” you flashed him a small smile. 

“Seems so,” he said slowly, his eyes taking their time washing over your face. 

“You know what?” you snapped your fingers, “I think there might be a few more down in the archive, but I think they might be the kind that you’re not allowed to take home with you…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” his face lit up at your words, “I was just gonna read a few right here during my break anyway.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “a few?” Chaucer wasn’t exactly what you would call light reading… 

“Yeah, I, um,” you saw him struggle to figure out how much to explain, “yeah…”

“Alright,” you slowly started making your way in the direction of the front desk and where the staircase to the basement was located, “I will be right back,” you assured him, seeing him flash you a cute tight-lipped smile before he disappeared from your view completely. 

“Good news!” you were still somewhat out of breath from how you’d rushed back up the stairs to see the patiently waiting man again, “I found a copy of The Book of the Duchess!” you held the old book over your head. 

“Perfect!” he looked at you as if you’d just done a magic trick, “thank you so much.”

“Just, doing my job,” you suddenly felt yourself getting nervous under his warm gaze.

“Still,” his hand brushed against yours as you handed him the hardcover, “thank you. I’ve been feeling a little homesick the past few days, so maybe this will do the trick. Thank you, um,” you followed his wandering vision to stare down at your own chest, “I’m sorry,” he blushed, quickly averting his gaze, “I wasn’t looking at your-… I was just trying to see if you were wearing a nametag, which you are not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you smiled, honestly finding his reaction kinda cute, “my name is Y/n.”

“Y/n,” face still a tomato, he reached out his hand, “I’m Spencer.”

Grabbing it with your own, you couldn’t stop the small giggle that fought to escape your chest, “it’s nice to meet you, Spencer. So, what are you studying?”

“Oh, I’m not a student here,” he let go of your faintly clammy palm, “my boss just teaches here, and I’m still new on the job, so he’s allowed me to shadow him for a while just in the beginning.”

“Really? What do you work-“ your question was cut short as the elderly librarian snapped at you.

“Y/n!” you whipped around to see her holding out the phone to you, the cord no longer curly from how she tried to reach you, “it’s your brother on the line. Says it’s urgent. “

“Oh,” damn your older brother’s timing. Maybe if he’d just given you a bit longer, you would be the one calling about relationship drama and not the other way around, “I’m sorry Spencer, I really need to take that,” maybe Ava had kicked him out again? Not the first time and undoubtedly not the last.

“Yeah, yeah, no, you go,” he rushed out, waving an encouraging hand, “talk to your brother.”

“Okay,” you slowly backed up, “enjoy the book. Hope it works in making you feel a bit more at home.”

“Me too,” he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip in order to restrain his rapidly rising smile, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Now around the counter, the other librarian impatiently handed the telephone off to you, “yeah, see you,” and as you raised the phone up to your ear to hear Stephen midsentence, mumbling something, you mouthed Spencer a small bye before finally forcing your eyes off of him and turning your attention elsewhere.

Not a day went by where you didn’t see Spencer. Every break he got, even if it wasn’t a long one, he would spend it in the library. 

He kept on asking you where certain books were, and even though it had to be just poor excuses to talk to you, you still jumped at it every single time, eagerly helping him even if the book was literally right in front of his own nose. Every time he as much as glanced up at you from the pages of the book he was speeding through, you blushed like a little schoolgirl who’d never even been in the same room as a boy. 

One day, after a few weeks of this routine, he’d caught you right before your own break. Maybe you were just feeling confident that day or maybe, time had finally caused you to get over the initial high his presence gave you, nevertheless, you’d asked if he wanted to check out the cafe across campus. 

You’d never been there before, didn’t really know why, maybe it was just that every time you wanted a cup of coffee, you went for the easy, comfortable option and not venture out on some great quest. You had a feeling that he’d understand, so that’s just how you’d worded it, to essentially hold your hand while you checked out a new place. 

Understand he did. Nearly stumbling over his own feet in anticipation.

And that innocent little coffee-based flirting was probably what led to this.  

“Dad, I’m fine, really,” you spoke into the sage green phone and leaned against the front desk, bumping it with your hip softly, “you don’t need to wait for me to get off work.”

“You sure? Because it’s only a few hours.”

“Yeah, you just use that time to go shopping for dinner or something.”

“Alright,” he sighed contently. Even though the reason for your father's leave still weighed heavy on his shoulders, the ample time you suddenly got to spend with him felt like a gift. 

“Oh, and get ready to lose within like six moves tonight,” you smiled, dreaming of the many games of chess you always played when he came over for your weekly dinner. 

“Six?”

“Yeah, well, I learnt from the best,” you sang, turning just in time to see a familiar tall figure move through the library doors. He was balancing two beige to-go coffee cups in his hands and hastily making his way towards you, “hey, I gotta run, okay?”

“Okay, see you tonight,” your father spoke, but his words didn’t really cling to you as all you could focus on was the smile on the fast-approaching man, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, dad, bye,” you hung up just in time for Spencer to come to a stop right on the other side of the counter. “Hi,” you felt your heartbeat start to pick up at his sudden presence. 

“Hey,” Spencer beamed, sliding one of the coffee cups over the high desk to you, “here…”

Staring at the paper cup in pure awe for a good while, you blinked up at him again and asked, “is that for me?”

“Yep,” he nodded timidly, taking a small sip of his own. 

“Did you just come here to bring me a cup of coffee?” you picked it up and brought it closer to your smiling lips. 

“No, no, I, um,” he not so subtly scrambled his brain for an excuse, “well, I also wanted to read something…”

“Hm,” you took a sip of the steaming beverage, “good thing you came to a library then.”

“Yeah, right,” he giggled softly, wincing cutely at himself.

“So,” you leaned over the counter, closing in on him, fully aware of just how low cut your shirt of the day was, “what’ll it be today?”

“I, um, uh, m-maybe something on hydrology?” 

“Hydrology?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, well, if there are any up here, there should be over in 551,” you pointed to the designated section, “but I think that’s the kind of thing we keep mostly down in the archive.”

Biting his bottom lip, he asked softly, “can I come with you?”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not really supposed to bring anyone down there without the proper authorisation…” 

“Right, yeah, sorry,” he glanced down, shaking his head.

Setting down the drink, you grabbed the crammed bundle of keys off the desk, “let’s go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you glanced around you to check for the other librarian, “just, don’t bring the coffee,” you snatched it from his fingers and set it down before he could smuggle it with him, “Debby would actually kill me if I allowed food or drinks of any kind down there.” 

Chuckling, he followed your lead, sneaking down the dark staircase you exposed with the click of the lock. 

Switching on the flickering light, you noted how Spencer’s face too lit up from the vision of the hoard of books now at his fingertips. 

“Wow,” he breathed out, moving almost as if the tomes were calling his name. 

“I know,” you followed him as he wandered through the maze-like basement like a kid in a toy shop. 

“How do you not just spend all of your time down here?” he glanced over his shoulder at you, “this is amazing,” he uttered, ghosting his fingers over a few of the delicate spines. 

Fighting to remember the task at hand, you blanked, “I, um, hydrology.”

“Yeah,” it seemed like it took him a second to remember what you were talking about. 

“It should be over here,” you walked past him, deeper down the narrow path. “Here,” your eyes flickered to find the correct Dewey decimal number. “So, um,” your breath got caught in your throat as he stopped close enough for his arm to brush up against yours, “I don’t know, do you just wanna take a look at what there is or-“

Your babbling was cut off as you glanced over, just to gauge his response and was instead greeted by his lips softly pressing up against your own. Your fingers quickly came up to the sides of his neck as you felt your balance begin to sway. 

“Wow,” you breathed out, almost tipping over as he pulled back. 

“Wow?” he misread your stunned expression and started to loosen his grip around your waist. 

“Yeah,” you let a shaky exhale flow from your smile before pulling him down for more. 

“Y/n?” you heard the heavy door creak open, “are you down here?”

Tearing away from each other, you felt a string of saliva snap back against your face, disconnecting you completely. The sound of your co-worker’s voice had been like a smack to the back of your head, “yes?” you squeaked through your swollen lips. 

“We need you back upstairs,” Debby demanded. 

“Yep, yep,” you clasped your palm over Spencer’s lips as soon as you saw them threaten a laugh, “I’ll be right up!”

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