𓌏 loud and proud, about everything. she'll never take disrespect in any way
𓌏 her hair is incredibly important to her. having control over it is a big thing for her
𓌏 she won't hesitate to shut someone down if they are spouting bullshit. whether it's about her, her loved ones, or politics, she's jumping in the second she hears something she doesn't like
𓌏 she's a stone top; she loves giving. she doesn't want to receive in any capacity
𓌏 her home is a mess of near-dead plants, worn jackets thrown haphazardly across furniture, and posters covering every inch of the walls
𓌏 she loves music. she constantly has songs blasting in her ears. rock, punk, metal, and occasionally pop, too. she takes her headphones everywhere
𓌏 cigarettes are a lifeline — she's rarely seen without a pack in the pocket of her jeans. and she's quick to offer a light to anyone who needs it
𓌏 she loves her carabiner. she wears it both to let people know she's a lesbo (if that wasn't already obvious enough), and for practical reasons. her keys dangle from her hip
𓌏 though she prefers to go barefaced, johanna will occasionally decorate her eyes in dark, messy eyeliner that makes her irises pop
𓌏 she's butch4all and les4les
𓌏 she loves body modifications. piercings, tattoos, you name it, she's down. her ears are full of spikes and studs and hoops, and she's making progress on getting her face pierced too. her favourite piercing she has is her tongue. her favourite tattoo is the axe that stretches down the back of her leg
୭ proud to be a lesbian; she immediately shuts down any man who tries to hit on her before they can even get the first word out
୭ in the field, she likes to tie her hair up to keep it out of the way, but when a case is over, she'll pull it down, shaking it out as it looks effortlessly gorgeous cascading over her shoulders
୭ she never hesitates to stand up for her community, defending all butches, femmes, studs, and other lesbians. she's loud about trans rights and makes sure everyone knows it
୭ her collection of butterflies is forever growing, her fascination with the delicate creatures constant throughout her life
୭ she loves discovering new things to enjoy — music, hobbies, books, movies
୭ cosy date nights are her favourite. a simple dinner and going back home to cuddle up with a film on the couch? perfect
୭ she absolutely adores glimmer and shine. any pop of glitter she can add to an outfit or her makeup is such a joy to her
୭ flowers! everywhere! rose bouquets in an elegant vase on her dining table, delicate blossoms blooming in her garden, wildflowers sprouting from the ground around her front door
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happy pride everypony !!! here are some of my headcanons for femme lesbian jj :)
for those of you who read or are interested in my genderbent & butch spencer reid fic, i will be posting something similar to this for her soon !! this post isn't specific to jj in that fic/au but can also apply to her
i will probably also make similar posts for other characters & not just criminal minds characters, probably yellowjackets, mlp, the hunger games, etc. !!! ^_^
scrapping & redoing the entirety of fiil part 4 because i hate and cant write well the original concept without coming off as cringe and lame ok sorry guys
in which femme! reader and butch! spencer start noticing each other around college and slowly develop a relationship that pushes the boundaries of friendship but isn't quite a romance... yet.
contains: MIT college! au, any pronouns butch lesbian spencer reid, slow burn??, butchfemme penemily, femme4femme jelle, tarabecca, biology major reader, fluff, angst, individual warnings in each chapter ♡︎
warnings/content: kissing kissing lots of kissing !!!!!!!, they are soso in love 🥹, hickeys, suggestive i guess? but no smut, happy trail tara 🤤, cutesy fluff
wc: ~ 1k
author's note: little tarabecca bonus chapter while i try to work out how part 4 is going to go 🥲 this is only short & apologies if it isn't very good ok i'm sorey but here have it !
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Tangled together on the bed, bodies pressed into each other so closely they are almost fused, Tara and Rebecca bask in the soft quiet of the night. Tara gently runs her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s arm as she begins to lose focus on the movie playing on her laptop. Rebecca had insisted on watching Rosemary’s Baby; Tara had seen it before, and despite not being a fan, she put it on anyway. She is pretty sure she’d suffer through watching The Human Centipede if Rebecca wanted to watch it with her.
But in her arms, head resting against Tara’s chest, Rebecca is struggling to stay awake. In her periphery, Tara can see Rebecca’s eyelids fluttering, heavy and hard to keep open.
“Are you asleep?” Tara teases quietly, admiring her girlfriend’s features. The softness of her lips, slightly parted, twitching into a smile. The dark eyes that flit up to gaze into hers as Rebecca tilts her head.
“No,” Rebecca murmurs.
“No?” Raising an eyebrow, Tara brushes her fingertips down Rebecca’s arm until her hand finds hers, twisting their fingers together.
“I’m wide awake.”
Tara smiles, bringing Rebecca’s hand to her lips to press gentle kisses along her knuckles and wrist. “You’re cute,” she says softly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby,” Rebecca breathes, shifting her position so that she can reach Tara’s lips and kiss her.
Free hand cupping her lover’s jaw, Rebecca melts into Tara, kissing her with all the love and affection in the world. Tara hums against Rebecca’s lips, smiling into the kiss. Now actually wide awake, Rebecca fumbles to pause the movie as Tara moves the laptop and welcomes her onto her lap. Tara shifts herself into a more upright position, back against the headboard, as she grasps Rebecca’s waist and holds her close.
The kiss deepens, lips parting and tongues slipping against each other’s. Heavy breaths and gentle sighs fill the room in a beautiful melody of passion; skin pressing against skin and fabric brushing over fabric.
Tara’s hands find their way beneath Rebecca’s T-shirt, tracing up the curve of her spine and back down again. Her painted nails lightly scratch across Rebecca’s soft skin, drawing a soft breath deep from within her throat. Rebecca breaks the kiss, leaving Tara feeling empty for just a moment, before bringing her mouth to the curve of her neck. Lips and teeth graze across the deep brown skin. Giggling, Tara lifts a hand to Rebecca’s hair, gently running her fingers through the silky strands.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rebecca murmurs, voice soft and breathy.
She gently takes a sensitive spot of skin into her mouth, sucking a mark. Tara’s head tilts back as she breathes a sigh of pleasure, eyes fluttering. Rebecca lowers her lips further, kissing down Tara’s neck and across her collarbone, before making her way back up to place a kiss on her lips.
Tara smiles softly, admiring the girl in her lap as if she is made of all the secrets of the universe. She pulls her impossibly closer, kissing her lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and the freckles scattered on her face. Rebecca grins, gently stroking her hand over Tara’s stomach beneath her shirt. Her fingers trace the trail of hair from Tara’s waistband up her belly, an action that always makes Tara giggle.
“You’re so ticklish,” Rebecca teases, resting her palm against her girlfriend’s warm ribs.
“Oh, like you’re not.”
As Rebecca rests her head back on Tara’s soft chest, Tara leaves a kiss in her hair.
“Should we just put Coraline on and watch that instead?” Rebecca suggests.
Immediately, Tara answers, “Oh, definitely.”
After a bit of shifting around — both the two of them and the pillows on the bed — they find a comfortable position and play the movie. Tara’s phone lights up with a message from Spencer, letting her know that you will be spending the night at his place. He quickly follows up with a text saying that he did not mean it in a sexual way, that you are drunk and a little upset, and that he’s taking care of you and making sure you will be okay. Tara thanks him for letting her know, puts her phone face down on the nightstand, and cuddles up to her girlfriend as Coraline plays on the laptop.
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They wake up surprisingly early in the morning, the first hints of pinkish sunlight trickling through a gap in the curtains and painting a sliver of the room the same warm hue. Deciding to go out early, before the hungover students start filling up the cafés, the two drag themselves out of the bed to get dressed.
Tara’s arm is slightly numb from the way Rebecca had been sleeping on her all night, pins and needles tingling from her shoulder to the tips of her fingers, but she does not mind. She flexes her hand, shakes it about, and decides to deal with it.
Once they are both ready to leave, Tara writes a note to you and leaves it on your nightstand. She isn’t sure when you’ll be back, but if Tara isn’t here when you arrive, she wants to at least let you know where she has gone.
Spencer told me you were drunk and upset last night so I hope you’re feeling better this morning. Lots of water!!! Eat something!!!
Rebecca and I are going out, dunno when we’ll be back. See you soon.
Love you, DRINK WATER, we’ll talk when I’m back ok??? Charge your phone and text me when you see this because I know it’s probably dead. And call me if you desperately need me to come back!!!
Love you!!!
– Tara… obviously.
She sets the paper on top of the book on your nightstand, leaves a packet of ibuprofen on top of it, and turns back to Rebecca.
“Ready to go?” Tara asks.
“Yep.” Rebecca has a smile on her face.
Tilting her head, Tara asks, “What are you grinning at?”
“Oh, nothing,” Rebecca muses, taking Tara’s hand in her own. “I just love how much you care. You’re the sweetest. I’m lucky to have you.”
Warmth rushing to her cheeks, Tara smiles sheepishly. “I’m the lucky one here.”
i realised that in friday i'm in love part 2, spencer helped reader to their dorm and obviously was holding them to help them — "Spencer's arm is around your waist, steadying you against him." — but in part 3, i wrote that them linking pinkies was their first real touch — "It’s the first real touch you and him have shared, one that isn’t just a fleeting brush of hands." — which is a complete mistake on my part 😭 i cant really be bothered to change it so just ignore it maybe 😔
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