#Aaron-James writes

[bethsvrse]

me when writing

[mischievous-thunder]

The silly boys strike again!

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Characters' Sleep Attire Headcanons

☆ David - Shirtless with gym shorts

☆ Milo - Tank top and boxers

☆ Asher - Just boxers

☆ Damien - Tank top and shorts

☆ Huxley - Shirtless with pajama pants

☆ Gavin - Nude / Just sweatpants

☆ Lasko - T-shirt and pajama pants

☆ Kody - Hoodie and sweatpants

☆ Sam - Only pajama pants ;]

☆ Vincent - Sweatshirt and pajama pants

☆ Porter - Just briefs

☆ James - Tank top and boxers

☆ Anton - T-shirt, pajama pants, and socks

☆ Marcus - Full matching pajama set, sleep hat included

☆ Hush - Whatever Doc gives him to sleep in

☆ Blake - Pajama shirt and pants that somehow never match

☆ Elliott - Sweatshirt and shorts

☆ Aaron - Tank top and pajama pants

☆ Ollie - Oversized t-shirt and shorts

☆ Ivan - T-shirt and boxers

☆ Guy - Boxers and socks 

☆ Geordi - Graphic tee and briefs

☆ Morgan - Matching pajama set with patterned socks

[ikkyfics]

James Potter x slytherin!reader

Summary: His ambition was to want what he could not have. James was the greatest proof of that.

Warnings: Platonic Love, Angst

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“How are you even in Slytherin?” Sirius exclaimed, visibly exasperated.

You sighed, already used to that same old tune. It wasn’t the first time you’d had this discussion, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. But was a little peace too much to ask? It was the last day of summer, with the deliciously warm sun shining in a bright blue sky, and a cool lake right in front of you. Surely, they could find better things to do.

“Get over it,” you retorted with a dismissive wave of your hand, taking the opportunity to adjust the hat on your head.

Sirius clutched his chest with exaggerated flair, as if your words had struck him. Always so dramatic.

“So cruel. I’m starting to worry that spending so much time in that snake pit has done irreparable damage—ow!”

He let out a yelp as you threw an empty plastic bottle at him, hitting him square in the chest and leaving a red mark blooming on his skin.

“Bloody hell, that hurt!” He shot you a wounded look. “I think I’m starting to understand now.”

“You asked for it, Padfoot,” James said, his tone dry, a subtle smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

James. Always him. Always there.

“Wow, why am I not surprised? You’re always ready to defend your protégé, aren’t you, Potter?” Sirius quipped.

You looked down, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. It was silly—you knew it was—but it was inevitable. James was your friend. Just that: a friend. And nothing more. Ever.

Sirius would never really understand, you thought, as a small, awkward laugh escaped your lips. In truth, none of the Marauders seemed to grasp how someone as sweet as you had ended up in Slytherin. But what they couldn’t see was the fierce ambition smoldering deep inside you—ambitions greater than you could bear, ambitions that burned like embers hidden beneath ashes. It was those embers that had made the Sorting Hat whisper decisively about the House of the Serpent. You’d never told them, but you knew the reason.

Your ambition was wanting what you could never have. James was the ultimate proof of that.

“Lily would love this,” James suddenly said, pointing up at the sky as he watched the clouds with a smile. “The colors, the light… She likes things like this.”

Your chest tightened. The smile on his face as he spoke about Lily was almost too painful to witness. He seemed lost in thought, as if her presence were a star he was always trying to reach, even when it was galaxies away. But you were good at hiding your feelings. You always had been.

“She really likes lakes?” Sirius teased. “How fascinating, Prongs. Maybe we should get a private one for the wedding.”

James laughed, the sound ringing out like a melody across the valley. Even when Sirius teased, he never concealed his admiration for Lily. You, on the other hand, felt every word like a needle piercing the fragile barrier around your heart.

James turned to you, smiling in that way only he could—so warm, so unassuming. He ruffled your hair lightly, a gesture he’d been doing since your first years at Hogwarts.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Something about the water spooking you?”

You shook your head, trying to mask the flush creeping across your face. He was so close, the sunlight glinting off the droplets of water on his bare chest. James had changed over the years, growing taller and broader, his lean muscles rippling with every subtle movement. He was only wearing swim trunks, and the sight alone made your heart race.

“Just enjoying the warmth, James. Unlike you, I don’t feel the need to make noise all the time.”

“She’s got you there, James,” Sirius chuckled.

The relief was fleeting, but the sense of closeness lingered in the air. You could hardly look at him directly, because every moment by his side was a silent battle between yearning and reality. He’d never know—he could never know.

Later, when you finally gave in to James’s insistence and waded into the lake, things momentarily felt lighter. He splashed around you, tugging on your arm to lead you into the deeper water. At one point, his hands found your waist to steady you, and the feeling of his touch burned into your memory. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

“You’re looking too serious again,” he said, swimming alongside you. “I don’t like it when you get like this.”

You forced a smile, trailing your fingers across the lake’s crystalline surface.

“I’m fine, James,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. “I’m always fine.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. And there was something in that look, something that made you want to believe—just for a fleeting moment—that maybe he could truly see you. But then he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, and said with the same gentle voice he always used:

“You’re important to me, you know that?” He remained close, the pads of his fingers pressed gently against her chin, lifting her head so their eyes could meet. “Don’t forget that.” You nodded weakly, intoxicated by his closeness. Even in the cool water, he radiated warmth.

If only he knew… If only he knew those words only fed your foolish hope.

Hours later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the conversation turned once more to Lily, you drifted away. Sitting at the lake’s edge, watching the reflection of the sky shift from gold to purple, Sirius’s words echoed in your mind: “How are you even in Slytherin?”

But you knew. You knew you’d been chosen because of the ambitions that consumed you. You wanted everything, and yet you knew you’d never have anything. Because no matter how deep your yearning for love, it was just a foolish dream.

You looked at James in the distance, his laughter filling the air. And then, almost inaudibly, you whispered to yourself, as if trying to bury the thought forever:

“They were nothing but foolish ambitions.”

[ozwriterchick]

Just once, when they’re in the throes of smut, and the guy asks “Is this all for me?” I wish the reader would be a smart ass and say “No it’s for the guy behind the door/curtains/couch or whatever”

I’d read the shit out of that. No hate or whatever to writers who write that I’m just not sure why a guy would ask that. I mean, do you see anyone else here? Oh it’s for my imaginary lover in my head.

Sorry.

That is all.

Go about your business

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

[𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 - 𝟸𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗! ]

I've gotten a little unexpected free time. Most of you that follow me (and paid attention) know I was working full time, I didn't have much time for myself let alone to work on my fics. I still have everything in my drafts, I don't plan on abandoning those if I can help it. But, I'd like to get back into the swing of things. I want to find some inspiration for writing fics again. I have a list of SMUT prompts below and am willing to take on a few extra requests to refresh my mind.

While I mostly currently write for the characters of ATJ, I am not opposed to writing about others. You can always find out who I will write for and who I won't with a simple ask or dm. Underage people are asked to not interact with my blog. You will be blocked. I do write and am willing to write, kink-heavy and darkfic themes. You can find my ATJ masterlist here.

↳ The credit for the prompt list goes to @delusionisaplace 

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

[slushiesandshowtunesat3am]

I agree with everything you’re saying, but you also have to remember that a lot of fic writers are younger and just starting out with their writing, not to mention sharing their work for free. Don’t get me wrong, I find it annoying when a reader is suddenly described with blue eyes and chest hair, but stuff like blushing or running fingers through their hair are common tropes and probably just picked up from books they’ve read. There’s definitely a lot of issues with racism and misogyny in fandom culture, but going after fic writers for making mistakes isn’t the way to go about fixing it imo.

Ps. I’m sorry you’ve been getting all those nasty anons

Okay lovely, so I'm going to address this as gently as possible. I know you're coming from a good place, so I want this to feel like a conversation, and not me just telling you off. So let me see if I can explain my point well. And thank you for your kind words regarding the anons.

In my original post, or at least my second, I did make sure to highlight that I do appreciate the writers on Tumblr overall.

The writers of this app are a huge backbone of it. If not THE backbone of it. They raise communities and open avenues for joy, comfort, shared pain, and creativity that has a lasting impact for years. And the fact that they do it for free? It's heartwarming, it's heart wrenchingly beautiful. We know this. We love it.

But, my post wasn't targeted toward young writers specifically, or those who are just feeling out writing and getting an understanding of what works and what doesn't.

It was to address the fact that I am not the first reader that has expressed annoyance and hurt over the lack of diversity in the fiction on this app, and that it's starting to feel like writers who have been on it for years are deliberately ignoring us.

As well as the fact that (and I know it may seem like a used up argument) it is 2024. Now we have seen, due to recent events, that means less and less in terms of social progress, but there has been so much work put into artistic projects in the past few years to show why diversity and even basic inclusion is so important, and how a few small changes can make a difference.

My posts thus far are to, at the core of them, raise awareness on those ideas and attempt to make even a miniscule difference.

When I first made the post, I was met with amazing writers, new and old, who reached out to me asking for advice on how to make their work more inclusive!

That's why I did what I did.

Because if there are even two writers who see that post and think, "Wow, I don't want readers of color to feel that way when I write, let me revise, " then we have strengthened our writing community as a whole and made a creative space more welcoming for the next generation of writers and readers alike.

[aswallowssong]

Sicktember 2024 #7: Borrowed Hoodie

The idea for this was, literally, "Aaron’s hoodie being passed around like a healing balm." It was @themetaphorgirl's prompt, and I love her for it, because if there's anything I love, it's when the person that's usually the whumpee becomes the caretaker, even in the short form. Honorable mention comment goes to @fragolinaa, who said, and I quote: "Alex calling him Aaron is the equivalent of showing a glock"

Spencer

“I’m tired,” Spencer mumbled against Aaron’s side. It was Friday night, and they were at another one of Derek’s football games. Aaron knew the rules of football against his will, having been Derek’s roommate the year before, but it seemed that no matter how many times he tried to explain them to Spencer, it wasn’t sticking.

That, or Spencer couldn’t get over why a sport about passing and running had to be so violent. He didn’t like it when they tackled one another, which was every play, and he really didn’t like it when Derek got tackled. 

“I know, Bug,” Aaron said gently, pulling Spencer closer to him as his eyes stayed locked on the field. It was getting colder as the season went on, and Spencer was shivering, so some extra snuggles were in order.

“I wanna go home,” Spencer whined, flopping down so his head could lay in Aaron’s lap. 

Aaron ruffled his hair. “I know, Bug,” he echoed. “The game’s almost over. I told Derek we’d try to stay for the whole thing. There’s four minutes left.”

“That could take a million years,” Spencer mumbled, and when Aaron’s hand paused against Spencer’s scalp, he noticed how warm his ‘little brother’ felt. 

His mouth tugged down into a frown, and he looked over at Alex, but she wasn’t watching them. She was buried in her book, her back against James’ side while he watched with rapt attention. James liked to give Derek specific praise after his games – something he said that Ned always did for him – and while it was sweet, it made him oblivious to the world for the two hours they were on the bleachers.

“Bug?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer nestled further into Aaron’s lap, the tip of his thumb between his teeth. “Mm. ‘m cold.”

Aaron sighed. Spencer ran mystery fevers all the time, and they usually found out the cause later in the night, or the next day. Some cold, or flu, or worse, a stomach bug that reared its ugly head and made them all stressed out for a week, and usually got Aaron sick, too, in the process.

He thought for a second before stripping off his hoodie, and then laying it over Spencer like a blanket. Spencer sighed in relief, snuggling into it and balling his fists in the soft, blue fabric.

“That help?” Aaron asked, and Spencer nodded sleepily, closing his eyes as he turned his face into Aaron’s stomach. 

“Uh huh. Thanks, Bubba.” __________

Alex

They’d been fighting about it for five entire minutes.

“Birdy, come on.”

“I’m fine, Aaron. Leave me alone.”

Aaron, not Bubba. I really must have done it this time.

“I won’t,” Aaron said, moving to try to stop her as she marched down the sidewalk. “You’ve been trying to dodge us all day, I barely caught you now, and I had to ask Penelope for your work schedule.”

“How did Penelope get my work schedule?”

Aaron gestured vaguely, moving again so he was in front of his pseudo-twin. “Penelope could find the president’s schedule if she wanted to.”

Alex rolled her eyes, not moving to push back the hair that was blocking some of her face from his view. She always pulled her hair away from her face, she’d said once that it was a sensory nightmare, but she didn’t have a headband or a clip pulling it back, and it wasn’t in a ponytail or a braid like she usually did.

“Are you mad at me? Is this about Spencer? Because if you’re mad at me, you shouldn’t be avoiding everyone, just tell me what I did.”

Alex huffed, pushing past him again. “I’m not mad at you, you’re reading into it.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, but then used his lank to his advantage, stepping in front of her again. He put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in place, and bent a little to look her in the face.

“Birdy, please, come on. Spencer’s worried, he doesn’t know why you’re avoiding him.” When he said it he knew it was a low blow, but he was starting to feel anxiety like bubbles popping in his chest. “I told him I’d make sure you were at dinner.”

Alex looked up at him after a second, some of her face still blocked by her hair,, and if looks could kill, he would have been six feet under.

“Let go of me, Aaron.”

“Alex–”

“I have homework to do. I’ve got too many things–”

Her words cut off as she shuddered under his hands, goosebumps erupting on her arms as she shivered in weather that was already too warm for him to be wearing his hoodie in the first place.

“Woah,” he said reflexively, “Are you… cold?”

She shook her head quickly and shivered again, before tucking her face away from him, and he didn’t even think as he reached out and gently grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could actually see her face.

When he did, everything clicked into place.

“Holy shit, Alex, you look awful.”

She frowned, and to his horror, her lower lip started trembling. “Stop, Aaron–”

“No way, Bird,” he said, the popping of anxiety in his chest going from slow moving bubbles to sparks like fireworks. “No wonder you’ve been a ghost today, you should be in bed, not running around trying to dodge us.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to say, but it was painfully obvious she wasn’t, and Aaron took a second to breathe before he was rubbing his hands up and down her arms, trying to help somehow. He was good at taking care of Spencer, but Spencer was ten.

Plus, Alex was usually the one taking care of him, and Spencer, so how was he supposed to do anything to help her?

“We should… find James. I’ll text James. He can meet us back at my room, and he’ll know what to do.”

She started to protest, but as she shivered harshly again, all of the fight seemed to go out of her. Her eyes started to fill with tears, and she nodded slowly. 

“Okay.”

He thought for a second before unzipping his hoodie, and he helped her thread her arms through the sleeves before zipping it for her. It hung like a dress down to the middle of her thighs, but she didn’t seem to notice, or felt too awful to care.

After a moment she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in the fabric of his shirt. 

“Thanks, Bubba.”

“Of course,” he said automatically. “Of course, Birdy.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” __________

Haley

“You don’t have to do this, Ari. It’s sweet, but you’re gonna–”

“Hay, James said you probably should be with someone to watch your fever. It’s fine, I don’t care about getting sick. I care about you.”

Haley sat next to him on the bench outside of Roosevelt house, her head laying against his arm as he tried to coax her into following him back to Lincoln house. He’d thought she was acting weird at dinner, and by the time she’d finally admitted to him that she wasn’t feeling all that great, Alex and James had taken Spencer back with them and the others, granting them enough privacy for him to convince her to let him help.

She’d fought going to the nurse harder than he thought she would, but he’d been able to convince her to on the thermometer in his backpack, normally reserved for Spencer. After that he’d called James, and she’d already gone inside and grabbed a tote bag with the things she thought she might need.

When she’d gone in she’d been wearing his hoodie, which he’d given her even after she’d protested that she was going to get germs on it, and he’d fully scoffed. Odds were he was going to get sick anyway. When she’d come out with her bag and was still wearing it, he’d told the bees in his stomach to knock it the fuck off.

“Harper just…” she turned and muffled a cough into her elbow, but he finished the thought for her. “Is the worst?”

She laughed and shook her head, clearing her throat before speaking again.

“She just gets really freaked out about getting sick and missing class, and missing cheer. It’s like, she would rather die.”

“That’s a little dramatic,” Aaron said simply, rubbing Haley’s back. She’d started shivering again, and it was making him anxious. “People get sick all the time. Spencer and I get sick all the time. You’ve got like, a cold virus or something, and it’ll go away.”

Haley turned and raised a weak eyebrow at him. “A cold virus, or something?”

“I don’t want to be a doctor,” he said simply. “I want to be a lawyer.”

“A man with ambition,” she said, teasing him, but he could tell her heart wasn’t in it. She was more miserable than she was letting on. “I like that.”

“And I like you feeling well,” he said, standing up and offering her his hand. “Come on, Haley. It’s alright, I promise.”

She looked up at him, glassy eyed and fever flushed, and sniffled quietly before taking his hand and letting him help her up. He grabbed her bag, even though she protested, and couldn’t help but feel a swell of fondness at the fact that his hoodie dwarfed her, the sleeve pooling around their connected hands while the other completely covered her hand. He nodded towards it, giving her a shy smile.

“When JJ’s cardigans do that to Spencer’s hands, she calls it ‘Sweater Paws,’ like he’s a kitten.”

“Are you calling me a baby?” She said, but she laughed listlessly, so he knew she wasn’t serious.

“It’s cute,” he said, trying and failing to not blush like a moron.

“Well, maybe I should wear your jackets more often. Not just because I’m so cold.”

“You’re hot.”

“Wow. Forward.”

“I mean–!” He blushed darker, fumbling for the right words. “You know what I meant! You have a fever!”

“I know, I shouldn’t be giving you a hard time,” she said, leaning her head against his arm as they walked. “Thanks for letting me stay. I feel silly about it.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I already said it, I don’t care about getting sick. I care about you.” ___________

James

James was raising an eyebrow at him, though it looked misplaced on his pale yet darkly flushed face.

“Your hoodie won’t fit me.”

“Try me,” Aaron said, holding it out to him. “Or do I need to help you put it on?”

James grumbled, taking it from him. “This is silly.”

“You’re the one that tried to hide in a study room to finish homework instead of calling your dad and telling him to pick you up in the first place.”

“I didn’t know Penelope had tagged us.”

“Well,” Aaron said, “Yeah, the ethics on that are sketchy. But how else was Alex supposed to find you when you didn’t show up after classes let out? And then no one could find you for two hours until Penny finally ratted on herself!”

He hadn’t meant to get a little loud, and only noticed when James winced and rubbed at his temples, but James was usually their rock. The fact that he’d been the one to go MIA hadn’t sat right, and he’d been fighting off the anxiety ever since.

“I didn’t mean to worry everyone,” James said quietly. He’d pulled Aaron’s hoodie on, which had stopped the fever chills a little bit, and had fit, which Aaron had known it would. It was just baggy enough in the shoulders to fit James’ broader ones. “I wanted the opposite.”

“Well you got the not-opposite,” Aaron said, way too flustered to think of a good retort. Instead he stared at James longer than was appropriate, and was startled when someone honked their car horn.

“Shit,” he said at the same time that James said, “Stars,” like they were in a southern sitcom.

“Jeff, cut it out!”

Ned was walking up to them, concern etched onto his face, while Jeff, his best friend and bakery partner, was sitting in the driver’s seat of the van, sheepishly waving and mouthing “sorry.”

Aaron liked Ned. Ned was a good dad.

“Mini, why in the world would you have stayed here feeling bad when you know I would’a come to get you right quick had you called? Alex sounded worried out of her mind.”

“That’s just Alex,” James said, but Aaron watched him quickly wilt as he laid eyes on his dad. “It’s not that bad.”

“He’s got a fever over a hundred n’ one,” Aaron said, his accent strengthening the second he heard Ned talk. “He’s full’a crap.”

Ned nodded at Aaron, ruffling his hair before he grabbed James’ backpack off the ground. “Thanks, Bubba. Charlie’s anxious to get him back. Mama’s worried.”

He said it in James’ direction, but didn’t take his eyes off Aaron, and it made him feel warm inside.

James got up to walk with him back to the car, mumbling a thanks to Aaron, but was half way there when he turned around.

“Oh, Aaron, this is your hoodie.” He started moving sluggishly to take it off, but Aaron shook his head. 

“It’s fine. I’m not worried about it.”

“Didn’t your brother pick it for you, though? It’s important.”

Aaron nodded, taking a beat before shrugging. “It is. A, um. A different brother needs it right now.”

He watched as James’ face went from confused to thoughtful, a small and sheepish smile crossing his face before he nodded, turned, and followed Ned to the car.

[blackthunder137]

The things you do to me ✦ 𓂃ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ (j.p)- imagine

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warnings- smut

You came out of the shower with nothing but your bathrobe, your hair wet, and droplets of water sliding down every inch of your skin. His eyes immediately shoot up and devour the sight in front of him. He keeps his book aside and walks towards you. He lifts your jaw so that you look at him, and he whispers, "fuck baby, the things you do to me." he nears your lips, inches away from kissing, and he says, "all I want to do is remove this stupid bathrobe and mark every inch of your body, making you scream my name, and I will not stop until your legs are left shaking and you are in no position to walk." He doesn't give you time to think and smashes his lips against yours in a fierce and hungry kiss. He removes the only piece of clothing on your body. He then lifts you up while not breaking the kiss and carries you to the bed, where he wastes no time in removing his clothes and immediately gets inside you. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as he increases his pace in no time. You grab onto the headboard for your dear life as he mercilessly fucks you. The only sounds that were heard were your bodies colliding against each other and the moans and screams of his name. He would want you to be verbal all throughout the act and would ask you questions like, "do you like it, huh, baby?" and would say, "moan for me, baby; let em know who you belong to." 

[themetaphorgirl]

Whumptober #6: Patron Saint of Lost Causes

No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED

Prompted by @quiddoditto

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong |  "It's not my blood."

Years of abuse affected Aaron a lot more than he realized. But he also didn't realize that the people who love him can pick up on his unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Reluctantly he went down to the tiny office and tapped the door open. Alex was sitting at the computer, mumbling along to a Lawrence song while she worked on an Excel spreadsheet. “Hi, Bubba,” she said absently. “How’s it going?” “Fine,” he said, sinking down on the old couch.  Alex lifted her chin from her hand. “Ooh, that doesn’t sound fine,” she said. “Are you okay?” “Rough customer,” was all he said. He could have said more, but he didn’t have the energy.

Read here!

[ghosti02art]

I have two OCs that I’d love to open questions for. They are in multiple fandoms, but I’ll reduce it down to two.

Anatella Rostez is an ex-mafia member turned Federal Agent (there’s lore, but the gist is that she was found guilty under duress) and none of the BAU team knows. Except maybe Hotch. Maybe not, haven’t decided. She’s skilled in manipulation tactics and foreign organized crime (duh). Depending on the age I decide to place her (between 30-37), her ship differs. She’s usually shipped with Hotch, but I could be convinced of an Ana x Reid ship.

Dr. Augustine Byrnes is a forensic neuroscientist who joins the team rather early (season 1), initially starting off as a consultant. (She’s there for the bomb episode, purely to evaluate Gideon’s competency in the field). She was friends with Reid before joining the team, having shared experiences with getting degrees so young (she has a PhD in neuroscience, a MD, and is a PhD candidate for psychology). This is obviously a Augustine x Reid ship.

Alternatively, Augustine becomes an actual doctor, and works with House. Yes. That House. She’d be older in this (34), having both PhDs and MD, as well as fulfilling her residency in pediatric neurology. She’s basically the department head of pediatric neurology. She fights with House a lot regarding bedside manner with her patients. (Augustine x Wilson, if you wanted to know)

Im posting this to air it out, but also because I’ve seen people ask questions about OCs? And I’d love people to ask me questions?

[xxhispieceofheavenxx]

Does anyone have a bluesky code that they are not using? I can pay you with a little blurb of your favourite character

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Characters as Midwestern / Southern Food I Think They'd Like

✩ Sam - Gooey Butter Cake

✩ Porter - Coleslaw

✩ Vincent - Toasted Ravioli

✩ David - Chili with Cinnamon Rolls

✩ Milo - Buckeyes

✩ Asher - Chicago Mix Popcorn

✩ Huxley - Tater Tot Hotdish

✩ Damien - Chili Mac

✩ Lasko - Scotcheroos

✩ Gavin - Sweet Cream Corn

✩ Camelopardalis - Sugar Cream Pie

✩ Vega - Morel Mushrooms

✩ Hush - Chocolate Potato Chips

✩ Avior - Deep Dish Pizza

✩ Regulus - Frog Legs

✩ Caelum - Puppy Chow

✩ Guy - Fried Cheese Curds

✩ Geordi - Cornbread

✩ Ollie - Biscuits and Gravy

✩ Ivan - Fried Okra

✩ Aaron - Burnt Ends

✩ Elliott - Hashbrown Casserole

✩ Blake - Apple Pie with Cheddar Cheese

✩ Brachium - Frozen Custard

✩ Kody - Meatloaf with Ketchup

✩ Anton - Cheeseburger Pie

✩ James - Watergate Salad

✩ Marcus - Fried Green Tomatoes

✩ Morgan - Beer Brats

[finnofamerica]

Original Characters

Aaron Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - Rahul Kohli & Raymond Ablack)

Age: Late 30s Early 40s Birthday: September 22nd Occupation: History Professor Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: N/a Aaron is a History Professor at the North Beach University. He enjoys photography in his free time. Avid Coffee drinker. Has a decently-sized apartment in North Beach. Older brother to Ryker Jones. Devon Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Froylan Gutierrez)

Age: 22 Birthday: February 28th Occupation: Singer/songwriter for They Might Be Wolves, plays a multitude of instruments as well. Sexuality: Demisexual/Demiromantic Canon Ships: N/a

Devon Reed is quite introverted; he and his brother Everett moved into a duplex-style apartment together as soon as Everett turned 18. Everyone is quite protective of the youngest of TMBW. He is very slow to warm up to people.

Everett Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Herman Tømmeraas)

Age: 28 Birthday: October 28th Occupation: Bassist and Lead Singer for They Might Be Wolves. Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Finnlyn Alexander

As the oldest of the group, Everett had always been the protector and fighter. He and Devon started TMBW as a creative outlet to cope with the abuse of their childhoods. Now, they are a semi-successful local band. Everett has a hard time letting people take care of him since he's taking care of everyone else.

Finnlyn Alexander: Blog (Faceclaim - Millaine Friesen)

Age: 24 Birthday: March 17th Occupation: Audio Engineer and Bookstore Cashier Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Everett Reed

Finnlyn spent the majority of her childhood in the foster care system until she was fostered by Venera's grandparents before Venera was taken in by them. Despite this, Venera and Finnlyn were never really close.

James "Dix" Dixion: Blog (Faceclaim - Max Barczak)

Age: 26 Birthday: July 25th Occupation: Lead Guitarist for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Chaotic Bisexual Canon Ships:

James, a.k.a Dix, is best friends with Finnlyn and Everett. He and Everett have been friends since kindergarten and will always follow Ev into a fight. He is often found with bruises (from the aforementioned fights) or hickies (He just likes making out with anyone and everyone). Josh is like a brother to him and will beat the shit out of anyone who has anything to say about Josh's sexuality.

Joshua Vaughn: Blog (Faceclaim - BooBoo Stewert)

Age: 27 Birthday: April 15th Occupation: Drummer for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Gay Canon Ships: N/a

Joshua Vaughn has a positive vibe bordering on the hippie of TMBW. As the second oldest, he is very protective and caring of Finnlyn and Devon. He was kicked out of his house as a teenager when his parents found out that he was gay. Dix's parents took him in, and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Leon Keane: Blog (Faceclaim - Kevin Creekman)

Age: Late 30s, early 40s Birthday: August 5th Occupation: Private Security officer Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: Venera Toth

Leon Keane is ex-military turned private security. Typically assigned to high-risk cases as a personal bodyguard until the threat is eliminated. Enjoys cooking. Rides a Motorcycle and drives a truck. He is a widower - his wife was murdered in their home while he was deployed (Before moving to America). Has a Scottish accent. Kit Hargrove: Blog (Faceclaim - Luanna Perez )

Age: 28 Birthday: June 21st Occupation: Boudoir Photographer Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Kit is a Boudoir photographer whose reputation often brings in business from out of town. She also enjoys hanging out in the North Beach University library and studying books on art and photography.

Ryker Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - ricky_aimee on insta)

Age: 25 Birthday: December 22nd Occupation: On-air personality and Board Operator for NSRB radio station Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Rides a motorcycle. Will stab a bitch. Designated drink holder at the bar. Basically, nocturnal runs the late-night show at NSRB. Younger sister to Aaron Jones. Venera Toth: Blog (Faceclaim - Holland Roden)

Age: 26 Birthday: January 15th Occupation: Book Store Owner Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: Leon Keane

Venera is the Owner and Operator of Word to the Wise bookshop. She lives in a small apartment above the store. As an aspiring author, she spends most of her free time writing. Moved in with her grandparents (Previous owners of Word to the Wise) after her parents died in a car accident.

[barbeddreams]

⛈✮M𝔬𝔱𝔥/V𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰✮⛈

⟡20⟡🗡𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦🗡

𝕋𝕚𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕜/𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕-@𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 

𝔸𝕠𝟛-@barbed_dreams

°˖✧𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.  𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚟 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜.✧˖°

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪,𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴,𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘯,𝘡𝘈𝘕𝘋, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 '𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴. [𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴]. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 [𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦]. 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞: 

-♟❀ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅs❀♟

-☣︎⚚ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴍᴅ⚚ ☣︎

-⛧🕯ʟᴜᴄɪғᴇʀ🕯⛧

-🕸ⴵᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟⴵ🕸

-  𝄞♪sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ♪𝄞 

-👁๑ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴜs ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇs๑👁

[that-fandom-writer]

Fanfiction prompts

ok here are a couple  fanfiction prompts I may use myself as well but would also LOVE to read some other stories to these lol IF THESE STORIES EXISIT LET ME KNOW PLEASE LOL

“Tim you once said you’re a show me, guy, show me how much you love me”

*Tim gets smacked in the back of the head* “Timothy did you lie to me when you said you didn’t have feelings for Lucy because that is the only reason you’d take a desk job” 

any sort of Wopez smut

a pov of Angela and Wesley each while she is taken 

Angela wakes up from a nightmare from her kidnapping 

the Wopez wedding that was shot that we didn’t get to see 

Angela made fun of Wesley for crying when Jack was born 

Tim and Lucy’s first “I love you”

a Wopez and Chenford double date 

Aaron getting a love interest 

a conversation between Nyla and Tim about how even tho they havent always liked each other they respect each other and have shared love for their shared friends 

a double date with Nyla/James and Wopez

everyone in the station finding out about Chenford - Angela gets mad that Smitty won the bet 

Tim and Lucy discuss what theyve been through and how it just makes sense that they fell in love 

Chris seeing Tim at the court house and putting the pieces together 

Genny finds out and tells TIm she figured as much all along 

Another base ball practice

a family outting day with Wopez and Nyla/James

Lucy finds out shes pregnant 

an outsider flirting with Tim and or Lucy in front of the other 

a woman flirting with Wesley infront of a pregnant hormonal Angela

Elijah finally getting arrested  for good 

Ashley running in to Tim and Lucy while they are out and actually being happy for them 

Visits to Jackson's grave