#Lesbian JJ

[ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars]

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau and Barbies

Butch Lesbian HCs/AU Background

Pre-Little Bama Girl

SANDY BOUGHT JJ BARBIES TO ENCOURAGE FEMININITY AND JJ DIDN'T EVEN PLAY WITH THOSE RIGHT. Oh, Sandy bought her everrything. Barbies. Kens. Various playsets. Cars. Dreamhouses. JJ had it all.

It had been Sandy's line of thinking that if she gave JJ the tools to build a world that only supported men and women being men and women that JJ would understand things better. It had been Sandy's line of thinking that if JJ was constantly marrying men and women, making them kiss, making them build families together then she would get it. She would understand that she was, indeed, a little girl and that as a little girl, it was her responsibility to grow up and find a husband.

JJ had no issue playing dolls, and it helped her understand of the way the world worked just fine. Everything was Mommy and Daddy. Husband and Wife. The husband worked a job. The wife did not; but she cooked and cleaned in the dreamhouses and made nice with the other wives. When she played the wedding game with her Barbies and Kens, there was always a bride and groom. When Sandy passed through the halls and caught little JJ playing dolls, it was one of the few times as a mother that she could breathe.

Of course, there were things she missed because she couldn't be there all the time.

She completely missed the tape-made bras JJ put on her Kens. She completely missed how at the wives brunches, her Barbie dolls would always say she, and it didn't matter at all that they were talking about their husbands when they said it. She didn't notice that JJ always made sure her Ken dolls peed sitting down so that they wouldn't make a mess like she did when she tried to mimic her dad. She even kind of missed the way all the Ken dolls were labeled JJ.

Kind of because she had seen that on one of the Kens, written on his forearm. She simply hadn't thought two ways about JJ initialing her dolls to prevent them being stolen. It just made sense, and as identity confused as her daughter seemed to always be, in her heart of hearts, Sandy knew the child wasn't stupid; she just needed a firm hand.

It wasn't until one day, that JJ took her Barbies to the ocean (which just mean she to let them swim in the bathtub that Sandy realized the error of her assumption. JENNIFER was scribbled at the bottoms of all the Kens' feet and on the Barbies' backs. Every Barbie had a different name on her forearm: Lola, Amy, Sherry, Sara, and so on and so forth, but all the Kens were JJ.

All the time Sandy had let this slide because she thought they were labels when really, JJ was coveting the Kens as herself.

[flaminghotjareau]

correct me if i’m wrong but i think the first occurrence of the word “lesbian” in criminal minds was when that guy suggested that jj could be a lesbian and i’m so obsessed with this like yes sir your gaydar is correct

[donnydamakkk]

i really wish there were more butch jj truthers in the world

[charlleyx]

Jemily Fan Fiction

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

This is my first 'case' in my series of Jemily one shots and multi-chapter instalments. They are all connected but won't be in any order. They will be all about the relationship between Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau and the life they create together. It was span years of time. Some may follow loosely to some canon events but it should all become clear as you read and any changes I hope to explain in my writing as it comes up.

They will vary wildly in length and rating. Some will be short, some like this one multiple long chapters, some two shots and so on. Some will be rated T and some will go all the way to E. Some will contain smut, some will be fluff, some angst, some a mix of some or all of the above.

This is the first one I am posting

What happens when JJ decides on the 25th anniversary of her older sister's death that she will take Emily, her wife and their two young daughters to spend the long weekend with JJ's mother, Sandy. Will it help JJ's mother deal with her grief? Can a strained relationship between JJ and her mother be healed with the help of JJ's daughters presence. What will happen when before the anniversary date actually hits, JJ and Emily get called away on a case? Is leaving their young daughters with Sandy a smart move or could tragedy be lurking around the corner yet again?

The Case Of : Tragedy Strikes To The Day

Chapter 1 : Homecoming

Chapter 2 : Duty Calls

Chapter 3 : Trust Instincts

Chapter 4 : Finding Strength

[jelestes]

jennifer jareau has possibly the WORST case of internalized homophobia/comp het i’ve ever seen in the history of television, like she legit has a coming out scene in 3.17 (they made it about will but WE KNOW what she meant by saying the unsub was targeting gay people because they saw the freedom in their victims they wished they had like BE SO FUCKING FR) also her small town/implied religious upbringing?? another unsub calling her a lesbian in 9.20 for legit no reason?? (jigsaw spewing facts lmao), the whole fight she has with her mom where her mom goes “a daughter who never saw 17 and the other…” and jj is like “the other WHAT mom?” and after a considerable amount of silence her mom replying “…left”, the fact her own family is broken so it’d make sense she would marry the father of her children so she could give them and herself some stability??? pls i could honestly go on and on and on… free my girl from that closet.

[scarlettjemily]

Watching criminal minds is a wild experience, because one minute you’re interested in the serial killer stories and then the next minute you’re a whore who has a gun kink

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

Emily: Do you think you would have notice me if we had gone to the same high school?

JJ: Emily, you were a weird closeted goth polyglotte with a strange addiction to poker and cigarettes. I would have noticed you and not in a good way.

[prentisslvrsworld]

guys if u disagree i don’t wanna hear it!

[ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars]

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau and The Case of the Ex, pt1

Peyton Montague, the girl she lost her virginity to

AU Background

College JJ

JJ HAD ONLY BEEN IN COLLEGE FOR TWO WEEKS WHEN SHE FIRST SAW PEYTON MONTAGUE. JJ had been so eager to get out of East Allegheny that she enrolled for the summer semester of school. She settled in immediately, got well established with the athletic department and her fellow athletes. If she wasn’t in class, she was working out. That was the first time she saw her. Peyton Montague. They were in the basketball gym, and JJ was practicing her three pointers during a break she had from her soccer conditioning. Her world stopped a bit when she saw Peyton for the first time. She was tall – 6’1 to be exact. She had a blonde fade, reminiscent of Slim Shady. She was lean, but she was fucking shredded. She had a single gold hoop in her left ear. JJ couldn’t take her eyes off of her; she didn’t know girls like that could exist. She was staring so hard that she had somehow compelled Peyton to look at her. She remembers the way Peyton stopped talking to her friends and the sly smile she gave her. JJ remembers wanting to shrink away and hide, but she couldn’t force herself to look away much less move from her spot.

Peyton didn’t talk to her that day, but she became inescapable. It didn’t matter where JJ was or what she was doing, at some point, she’d hear Peyton’s laugh. She’d see her walking around with her friends or some girl. There was never a time where JJ could do anything but stare. If seeing her everywhere hadn’t been enough, JJ started to see her and think of her, even when she wasn’t there. She couldn’t wrap her brain around how she was able to be that way. She was so…masculine. And so comfortable in her own skin. So fucking confident. JJ couldn’t understand her, and she kind of hated her for it but Peyton was rotted into her brain because of it.

JJ started seeking her out.

Peyton’s habits weren’t hard to figure out. She was popular, she got around but she was predictable.  If she was off schedule, she wasn’t hard to find. Every time JJ thrusts herself into Peyton’s orbit, she found herself too frozen to approach her, to speak to her, but she desperately wanted to. She needed to, but she never knew what to say. Peyton was larger than life, walked and talked with so much confidence. She had so many friends, her share of girls around her all the time. (Though, it was a general rotation of the same girls. Plenty of other people ignored Peyton or shot her dirty looks like she carried bubonic plague, and that wasn’t lost on JJ at all.) JJ knew no one. Well, no one outside of her soccer team, but they didn’t really talk outside of conditioning and training.

The very first time they actually met, JJ had bumped into Peyton the on the quad and was nearly knocked on her ass by her, but she was caught. Peyton even went as to make sure JJ was firmly planted on her feet. Peyton flashed a smile, that JJ had seen girls melt over, and well, she certainly wasn’t melting. She didn’t really feel much of anything expect outside of the shock and captivation that came with her constantly trying to convince herself that Peyton Montague was, indeed, a real person. Even with her hands on her lower waist, JJ still found herself wanting to poke Peyton for confirmation.

“Careful, Cutie,” and Peyton was more country than JJ had realized. JJ had mostly heard her voice blended in with that of a group or just heard her laugh. She didn’t know before now, what she had actually sounded like. It was a little jarring, to be honest. She was sure some girl would pool over this, but all JJ could think of was that some bulldyke had just called her “cutie”. She wasn’t excited by it; not like when her former co-captain swore she couldn’t sleep without being cuddled whenever they had sleepovers and would wiggle her bottom against her all through the night or tell JJ that it was totally fine and not weird at all, if she wanted to use her inner thighs for hand warmers while they slept whenever JJ complained about it being cold in the house; it definitely didn’t make her feel excited like how she felt when she played against Schenley High in the Hill District and the beyond pretty, so very curvy team captain with thick thighs had tumbled down and fell on top of her, straddling her hips with her busty chest pressed into JJ’s face, the ends of her long braids tickling JJ’s neck before she got stable enough to get up and help JJ up. (JJ had thought about that game for a whole month after and got flustered every time.) But she wasn’t disgusted, necessarily, with or by Peyton the way she knew she should have been. And that made her feel disgusted and ashamed with herself. She imagined how her mother would react if she saw this, saw Peyton’s hands on her at all, much less this low on her waist, damn near on her ass, and JJ panicked. She removed herself from Peyton’s grip like Peyton had a contagious disease.

“Watch where you’re going,” she gritted out, coldly, and shoulder checked her hard as she walked away as fast as humanly possible. She would have ran if it wouldn’t put more of a spotlight on her.

She tried her hardest, after that, to kick Peyton Montague out of her mind, but she couldn’t physically stop herself from filling herself into Peyton’s orbit. Every time, she would come closer and closer to her. Until they were interacting regularly. Except around Peyton, she felt nothing but self-shame, self-hate and something else she couldn’t put quite put her finger on, but that last emotion made her obsessed with Peyton. Now, when she saw Peyton around, Peyton wasn’t shy. She tried to speak; JJ just wasn’t exactly nice. She wasn’t any better to Peyton than majority of them campus was. She didn’t know what her problem was; she always felt bad after they interacted. She beat herself up constantly for not being nicer.

But the more standoffish she was to Peyton, the more Peyton went out of her way to interact with her. JJ was one of the few people that was a bitch to Peyton that Peyton wasn’t offended by; she knew a baby dyke when she saw one. Plus, JJ was super fucking cute. Sure, she was younger than Peyton; as a Senior, she didn’t spend too much of that kind of time with freshmen, but JJ was super fucking cute. As far as Peyton was concerned, that baby dyke could be as bitchy as she pleased. She would figure it out in time.

It went on like that for weeks. They would spot each other, gravitate to each other. Peyton would say or do something to JJ that she knew made other girls absolutely pool and hope it had the same effect on JJ as it did other girls she spent her time with. JJ would respond with cold disgust, but it would always take her a while to actually end the interaction. So, Peyton would keep talking, flirt a little here and there, and she wouldn’t stop until JJ’s ears and chest flushed red. It would only be then that JJ would actually walk away, shoulder checking her every time. She’d go back to her dorm feeling so flustered, so ashamed, so angry at everyone and everything but especially at Peyton because who even did she think she was? Didn't she know that it wasn't okay to act like that, dress like that, have her hair cut like that, carry herself like that? Didn't she know that she was a girl? JJ hated Peyton so much; she resented her self-assuredness.

JJ would spend the whole day thinking about their interaction. By the time, the sunset, she’d start feeling disgust at herself. For every unkind glance, every mean word, for the fact that she was unable to walk past her without bumping her shoulder. It made her think about her when she was a little girl, and everyone told her that boys kept pinching and poking her, kept pulling her hair and pushing her to the ground because they liked her. It made zero sense at the time, but she thinks it’s starting to make sense to her, now. She only thought this much about girls she dreamed of being with. Like the captain for Schenley High in the Hill District, for instance. She thought about that girl all the time. Even before they both became captains of their respective teams Senior year, JJ thought about her all the time since middle school. That girl kind of haunted her dreams, and JJ knew she had a crush back then. She also just knew there was no way she could tell anyone at the time because she knew how she felt about that girl wasn't allowed. So, what could this feeling about Peyton be, if not that? Sure, it felt different, but JJ was obsessed. It had to mean something. It didn't make sense to think so hard about a girl she didn't wanna kiss.

The cycle broke the first time JJ went to a club. Her soccer friends had been inviting her for a night out for a while, but she always declined. For a plethora of reasons but the main one being was that she knew that she didn’t like guys, and she knew all the girls on the soccer team did. She didn’t want to deal with what being in their idea of a comfortable environment meant. She didn’t want to spend her whole night rebuffing guys, and besides, she wasn’t in school for this. So, she kept her head in her books and her body in the gym until one night, the girls said something about having a foolproof way to avoid annoying men when they just wanted to go out and dance without expectation. They practically demanded JJ come out. It sounded refreshing enough that JJ agreed.

It didn’t occur to her for the fraction of a second that they meant that they’d be going to a gay club. Hell, JJ didn’t even know there were gay clubs. But the moment they walked in, there Peyton Montague was, dancing at the DJ booth with a slew of girls (so many more than the number of girls who followed her around campus) clawing at her. Then, she looked over and saw two men making out in the corner and her eyes nearly fell out of her head. That feeling, that (self) disgust, the shame, that anger that she had been projecting onto to Peyton Montague for what felt like a lifetime now, JJ didn’t know where to throw it but there was plenty to go around. Those feelings were falling down on her like six tons of bricks, but anger was the most prominent. She couldn’t even say who or what she was so angry at or even why, just that she was angrier than she had ever been in her entire life.

JJ tried to leave.

But somewhere in the time where JJ was being cascaded by the worst onslaught of human emotions known to man and her turning to walk back the necessary five feet needed to get to the entrance/exit, Peyton had not just spotted JJ and smirked at her perceived confirmation that JJ was, indeed, a baby dyke, BUT she had also made a beeline to her all while JJ had been immediately left to fend for herself by her “friends”. The club was booming and crowded, JJ had turned to walk back to the exit, but she couldn’t actually make headway to leave. By the time she got clearance enough to be able to walk, there was as large, warm hand sliding across her waist and pulling her back.

“Where are you runnin’ off to, Baby Girl?” Peyton had asked her in that southern twang that JJ had placed about two weeks ago as belonging to somewhere in southern Alabama because she did not sound that different than her maternal family at all.

Peyton pulled her in close, and once again, JJ projected every bad thing she was feeling directly at her. This time, the anxiety she was feeling made her body tingle, but she didn’t register the anxiety until she felt Peyton touch her. She misread the body tingling in association with Peyton's touch for liking and immediately felt sick at herself for said liking. She turned, pushed Peyton away and slapped her for good measure. She even said some mildly unkind things like how Peyton needed to give up on her friendliness because JJ was never going be friends with such a freak like her or anyone else here and that she was going back to her dorm, but she didn’t move. She couldn't. And things around them had stopped enough (in lieu of the scene she had caused) that she could actually leave now, if she simply turned around and walked away. She couldn’t, though, because Peyton had recovered from the slap with the slyest of smiles and completely invaded her space again.  She’d whispered in her ear that it was okay if JJ wanted to just kiss her.

JJ didn’t. A small part of her knew emphatically that she didn’t want to kiss her. A part of her knew she wasn’t attracted to her. But she was so obsessed with her that she told herself, tricked herself into thinking that it had to mean she was into her. So, when Peyton said that to her, she kissed her. She flung herself into her arms and kissed her so deeply.

JJ had kissed a boy in high school; she had a “boyfriend” in the 11th grade. She was pressured into by all of her peers and it was too suspicious to keep rejecting him. Besides, she hoped that she would like him eventually, but she was bored the whole time, and she didn’t understand why girls like having boyfriends so much. She didn’t understand why they were so obsessed with making out. She did it, when she had to, but she never did it joyously. She’d keep her eyes open and watch the butterflies flying around under the bleachers while they made out.

Kissing Peyton was lightyears better than that, and she didn’t even like her. She didn’t like the way she kissed. She didn’t like that she was so dominant in her kiss, that Peyton’s tongue wrestled hers into submission. She didn’t like that Peyton held her throat to control her movements. She didn’t like how her free hand roamed and groped her body. It all made her feel more feminine than she had ever felt in her life, and she hated it, but it was still lightyears better than kissing a boy. Now, that she had finally kissed a girl, JJ didn’t think she could ever go back to not kissing girls.

JJ doesn’t remember anything from the first kiss to the bathroom, but she ended up in one of the single use club bathrooms on the sink with Peyton’s fingers buried deep inside her so fast that she didn’t even get a chance to tell Peyton that she was a virgin. Peyton was either a really gentle lover by nature (which JJ doubted because of how she kissed) or she had expected JJ to have been a virgin. Either way, she was soft with her and took her time. JJ came twice. She didn’t need the second one, but she didn’t know how to tell Peyton that once felt like more than enough, and Peyton said something about her being too cute to stop fucking after the first one. JJ supposed it was nice of her to say that, and didn't know it was okay to say otherwise.

It wasn’t a horrible experience. JJ was physically responsive to it; she orgasmed or whatever. It wasn't bad; she could tell Peyton was good at sex, even if she didn't have a comparison. She didn’t actually enjoy it, though. She didn’t feel good about herself, didn't feel sexy or hot while Peyton was fucking her. Something was off, but it was similar to the kiss in the sense that, since she had officially had sex with a girl, she couldn’t imagine doing anything but have sex with girls. Even if it had been underwhelming. Even if the way she’d done it felt wrong. She didn’t know what she could do to make it feel genuinely good. She chalked it up to it being her first time. And though she didn’t enjoy it, she felt weirdly attached to Peyton for the rest of the night, especially given the fact that her teammates were nowhere to be found for the rest of the night. Peyton was too smug about it to be bothered.

That night, JJ partied and drank for the first time ever. She woke up fully dressed in Peyton’s bed in her campus apartment with Peyton snoring on side of her. She bolted. Ignored Peyton for almost two weeks before showing up at Peyton’s apartment at midnight. They had sex again, a few times and the last time, they used a strap. Peyton was twice as gentle because the strap wasn’t small by any means, and it hurt like a bitch. But once the pain went away, it wasn’t the worst feeling. It wasn’t good feeling. It was worse than being fingered. She didn’t feel hot being on the receiving end of this at all, but she got off. Again, she came twice. So, she figured, it couldn’t have been that bad.

And while she didn’t like it, didn’t like having sex with Peyton, she liked watching Peyton have sex with her. It was impossible not to watch her. JJ didn’t think she was hot or anything, but she thought she was cool. Especially when she used a cock to fuck her, she thought she was so cool. The straps on her hips looked a little goofy, to JJ, but once she played with it, stroked it and everything like it was hers, it felt less goofy and more, JJ couldn't say. To say it was aspirational felt dumb, but JJ thought she was so cool. When she was inside JJ, she moaned and groaned like she could feel it; she reached her own orgasm while using it. JJ, despite physically getting off, wasn’t having a “good” time on the receiving end, but she was in awe at the sight. In awe of the fact that Peyton dared to carry on in such a way; JJ didn’t know which she part was more intriguing, the fact that she was brazen enough to act that way in public or that her public persona was so not a persona that she carried on the same way in bed. JJ wondered all the time, how Peyton found it in herself to be Peyton.

JJ didn’t enjoy having sex with Peyton, but she couldn’t stop doing it. She didn’t talk to her in public anymore, not even to be mean, but she showed up to her apartment at least twice a week and just gave herself over to Peyton. To get fucked and stare at her, marvel her very existence while Peyton had her way with her. The chance to just witness the way Peyton existed so close, so intimate, so personal made the fact that dealing with everything JJ didn't like about sex worth dealing with. The only part of it that didn’t feel bad or out of place was when she was receiving was oral sex, so long as she didn’t look down at who was giving it to her.

JJ didn’t know why she kept going back when she could have just found someone she actually liked. She just couldn't stop herself.

It had been during a Halloween party that JJ had been dragged to that where she dressed up as Lola Bunny, and Peyton ended up dressed as Bugs Bunny, coincidentally enough. Peyton work her cock to the party, and a part of JJ thought it was the goofiest, most asinine thing she had ever seen in her life. She told her as much, sort of. She asked, if wearing it felt weird to her at all but the tone was clear in that JJ was telling her she thought she was weird. Peyton smirked the way she smirked when JJ slapped her that one time, and in the blink of an eye, JJ was being fucked in on of the many bathrooms of this house party. And that’s when it happened. The thing that ultimately led to JJ completely cutting Peyton. This time, when Peyton was fucking her, she fully imagined herself in Peyton’s place. Imagined that she was wearing the cock, that she was in control. That it was her muscles flexing every time she moved in and out of a girl's cunt. Imagined that she could somehow feel it despite it being a hunk of silicone. That she had a pretty girl falling apart because of her as much as she wanted her to. She imagined herself burying herself as deep as deep could go inside of some pretty, actually girly girl when she came the way Peyton did to her.

With that image in her head? It was the first time she had sex and actually liked it.

After they both came down, Peyton resting deep inside her, panting and leaving peppering kisses to her neck, JJ's image of herself in Peyton's place started to converge with the auditorial memories of Pastor David's teachings about the importance of femininity and womanhood. She panicked. Panicked harder than she did the first time she Peyton touched her waist. It was one thing to fuck a girl, even though, she knew she shouldn't be doing it. She could lie about that. She could hide that. She couldn't hide if she was Peyton.

JJ couldn't be Peyton, and she couldn't fuck her anymore, either.

[agathasstrap]

Emily Prentiss — Icons

[sukunasbride]

sofia x reader when??

[donnydamakkk]

I was thinking about JJ’s speech about the unsub’s motivations to Hotch in 3x17 In Heat, the way she said it, and her reaction to the conversion camps in season 8. I kind of have a hc that her mom may have sent her to a conversion camp when she was young, maybe not a camp that was as bad as the one on the show but still enough to traumatise her and make it hard for her to express herself freely.

If you’re open to it, I’d love to know if you had any thoughts or hcs about this. Thanks and please feel free to ignore this if it’s not something you want to talk about!

okay, oh my god? idk know how this has never crossed my mind; i, too, have a hc of her mother bein a homophobic cunt so idk how i didn't consider this idea especially cus i am obsessed w moments where she says things that u jus know if she reflected for 2secs more, she'd unlock some things about herself.

i feel like it would explain a lot about her. cus yk there are several little moments throughout out the show where she says something n it sounds like she's right there. it sounds like she's 🤏🏾 this close to opening that door about herself n then she just... doesn't. n then she moves on n keeps living her comphet life. it's almost like she's always in front of the door of self acceptance and she even might touch the doorknob sometimes, but, at the end of the day, she always opts out of opening that door. w the conversion camp therapy memory in the back of her mind, i think she only allows herself to be the strongest of "allies" (hence those slip up moments) bcus while she's too afraid n unpacking that for her would b too painful for her, she hates the idea of other queer people feeling and living in her constant state of fear n strive for being the patriarchal idea of "perfect" n "normal".

my comphet lesbian jj hc that i posted once was that she's not as unknowing about her sexuality. she was just basically in denial n rejecting it the whole time n when she got close to maybe fully unpacking, she met will decided to try one more time w guys, jus to b sure, only to end up pregnant. my hc was by the time she got pregnant, she knew emphatically that she was a lesbian but she made the practical choice n opted for traditional "normalcy". i feel like ur hc of her having been to a conversion camp as a kid fleshes that out a lil bit. w that tidbit, i feel like her pregnancy n that man gave her an excuse to not fully live in her truth. she took as a " well see ig they were right im not supposed to b w women" n once again decided not to unpack bcus she was afraid of facing what she's been thru.

i like this hc. i like it a lot.

it also ties into another version of jj that i have n am currently working on a fic for. it could work this that particular reiteration v well actually. she's honest w herself there but i can still easily see how that experience would shape even openly gnc lesbian jj's life n mindset n how she navigates her gender identity.

yeah. this hc is jus genuinely good, to me. do u mind if i also adopt it?

[seonghwadyke]

[midnight-love-song]

No no the best ship dynamic is actually the sweetheart who learns to be ferocious x the monster who learns to be gentle

[halfretvrn]

quotes that remind me of jemily <3

[holyblanchett]

Ok.. can I just say as someone who has survived through so many years of queerbaiting with Swanqueen, rizzles and jemily. To finally have a ship that is canon and being represented properly. Like is this fr?? What do you mean this isn't in my head??

I legit trust Jac Schaeffer with my life. Mother has been keeping us FED since Wandavision.