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ᥣđ©Late NightËâ·
ᥣđ© Thanks Too: JJ, Trainee A
ᥣđ© Note: no one asked for this, also I have a 31 days of Halloween going on right now, so go request!!!
ᥣđ© CW: slurpee's : choking : joke mention of dying :
ᥣđ© Divider: @/anitalenia
ᥣđ© Taglist: @leoonoa - @mxlly143 - @wonootnoot
9/4/24
Somehow JJ conceived you to hang out, on a school night both of you staying out till almost 3am, while he tried to show you cool tricks he learned with his skateboard, the weather has been extremely hot lately, so he got you two a big slurpee to share, while you sat on a bench JJ continued to kick and flip his board through the air, glancing over at you to see you're reaction.
"Don't hurt yourself" you spoke giggling as you drank the big slurpee, JJ rolled his eyes "don't choke" he retaliated, almost as if he jinxed you the slurpee hit the back of you're throat making you spit some up, instead of checking on you JJ laughed so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes, "it's not funny" you huffed out you're voice scratchy making JJ laugh more.
"It kinda is" he laughed coming closer to you to check on you properly, "I could've died y'know" you said trying to make him feel bad, which only prompted him to laugh harder, "what an embarrassing way to go out, choked to death on a slurpee" he teased you, his eyes scanning over you to make sure you were actually ok, he went back to his forgotten board picking it up, "come on" he motioned for you, prompting you to stand up and follow after the brunette, "were actually gonna be dead tomorrow if you don't get home" you warned him only for him to shrug "I'm having fun tho, aren't you?" He asked lacing his warm hand in you're cold one.
You nodded you're head letting him drink some of the slurpee, "I am, but I don't wanna get in trouble" you're tone held a slight nervousness too it, JJ squeezed you're hand tighter "don't be like that, if we get caught I'll take the blame for everything" he assured, lessening you're worries, as the two of you continued to walk and talk the sun peeked over the horizon making you and JJ's eyes widen as you rushed home.
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J.M with goth reader hc's
Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other
Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,
Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.
(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)
JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.
JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.
JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.
JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.
JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.
JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.
JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.
JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.
JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him
JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.
JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.
JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.
JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.
JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.
JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.
JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.
JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.
JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?
JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."
JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.
JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.
JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)
(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)
#gothic#goth girl#goth aesthetic#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#jj x reader#jj rocker#jj obx#jj mayback imagine#this has been in my head for so long#headcanon#opposites attract#my first fanfic#fanfic#romance#goth reader#cannon#obx fic#obx fanfiction#obx x reader#obx#rafe obx#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#my brain hurts#john b routledge#john b obx#john b smut#john b prompt#john b x reader
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So...
This bitch got an under cut. It's far more subtle. It's common to give a small child this to keep the 'adorable, but manageable' look. Wanna bet Otabek got his because of this, and JJ thought it was cool ice bros things or some shit?
#yuri on ice#!!!#YoI#otayuri#otayura#gay boys on ice#the anime#this hair cut be makin the rounds#wanna bet it was a super cuts and that's why the undercut is so short on the brunettes#?#wanna bet super cuts was JJs idea?#yuri plisetsky#otabek altin#otabek x yurio#JJ#i got so many theories and head cannons#i will not be stopped#shipping trash
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Hii
How are you doing?
I just read your shy reader and Hotch work and it's beautiful.
If you don't mind can I request something in a shy reader and Hotch setting? So, my request is that during a case reader and someone else on the team (other than Hotch) gets injured but the reader gets a concussion and other injuries and that's why she's not lucid. No one notices that R is injured and they focus on the other person until R just faints like Hotch did after the explosion on the show and the aftermath....
Thank you!!
tw: blood, cannon typical violence, poor writing after a too-long break
The room is spinning and Morgan is on the ground, clutching his arm. In the distance, you watch JJ drag the unsub over by the arm, his hands cuffed behind his back and a smug smirk on his face.
"Got you," the unsub barks at Morgan, spitting on the ground near his feet before JJ yanks him roughly toward the police cars.
Slowly, you stand, refusing to use the wall near you as support as you stumble to Morgan.
"Medic over here!" Hotch yells, jogging over and beating you to Morgan.
"It's just a graze," Morgan reassures Hotch, lifting his hand from his bicep and revealing the wound. Blood is trickling out in a slow stream from the wound, painting his dark skin crimson.
You nearly gag at the sight, nauseous from slamming your head against the ground. The fight is blurry in your memory, but you vaguely remember missing a step chasing the unsub down the stairs and knocking to the floor. You think the man might have pushed you, but you're unsure, the details lost in the loud bang from his gun, pointed at Morgan.
You drop to your knees near Morgan, pushing his and Hatch's unexperienced hands away and forcing your eyes to focus on the wound.
You were added to the team to fill several gaps, an experienced medic one of them along with another profiler on the team. While you wait for the paramedics to arrive, you can at least staunch the bleeding.
You think you hear Hotch asking questions but you can't focus on the low register of his voice over the ringing in your ears, solely prioritizing slowing the blood steadily pumping out of Morgan's bicep.
"Hey, sweetheart," Morgan nudges you away from his arm. You look up, confused. "Your boss is asking if you're alright." Nodding toward Hotch, Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes, "You know I'm good. Hurts like a bitch, but I'm good."
"Yeah," you mutter, nodding at the ground before refocusing on your task, "I'm alright."
You don't want to bring attention to the throbbing in your head, sure it's fine and even more sure that nobody saw you fall. The embarrassment of bringing attention to it is more then you could bear with the pounding between your ears incessant in its annoyance.
"If you're sure you have this handled, I would like to go talk to JJ." You wave Hotch off, catching sight of the paramedics rushing over.
He walks off, purposeful in his long strides, following JJ where she's leaning over the unsub in the back of a cruiser. You notice, in a fleeting moment, that his hair is rumpled, his shirtsleeves wrinkled. Hotch disheveled is a rare but welcome sight, one you ache to see more often, and you let yourself fall back and away from Morgan to admire it while the paramedics tend to him.
Blood has dried on your hands and you wipe them absently as you settle onto the ground. Nobody has quite noticed your sluggish movements in the awkward space of releasing adrenaline fading after days of building. The emptiness of it, the sudden space for more emotion and thought, is something you usually relish in. You enjoy having a puzzle to focus on, a problem to solve, simply for the pleasure of the release of that worry at the end. The solution is more satisfying than the untangling but you can't focus on that now, eyes unfocused as you watch Hotch cross his arms.
His muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt pulled tight around them. It's this distraction that you'll blame on the haziness of your thought, ignoring the consistent pain at the side of your skull.
You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, trying to bring your mind to focus on your actual priorities. You have processed you should be following, things to focus on, something important that you need to tell someone. You can't remember what, though, everything buried under the ever present haze of pain.
A call of your last name has your eyes snapping open. Hotch is looking at you now, eyes concerned. You struggle to think of what you've done to bring that look to his face.
Slow processing brings you to remember that you should probably be over there, reporting on the fight that he didn't see.
"Sorry," you say, louder then you wanted, scrambling to stand up.
"For?" Hotch asks, striding toward you. You could have swore that he was further away, that the space between you two was vast, far enough that your vision had reason to blur and you had enough cover to be staring at anything - not obvious that you were ogling him.
"Hm?" You ask, confused already, ignoring his offered hand to stand.
"Are you okay?" He asks, eyes flickering over your face.
You flush, blinking hard once and then again, slowly, nodding before attempting to walk closer to him, stumbling on your steps.
The world tilts, spinning, focused around Hotch (always, always focused on him) and you see his face catch on panic as you fall before everything goes dark.
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You wake up in a hospital, the fluorescent lights familiar and unwelcome. You groan out, upset.
Your name catches your attention, a voice you would know anywhere. God, why is he here? You're sure you look a mess and whatever injury caused this visit is certainly not enough to warrant his attention and worry.
"Come on beautiful, it's time to wake up," a hand passing over your forehead reminds you that you shut your eyes against the lights and you warily open them again.
Hotch is in a sweatshirt, leaning against the railing of your bed, a kind smile on his face.
"Hi," he says, voice soft. "I'm very angry at you."
"Yeah, seems like it," you say, sarcasm dripping, before you remember who you're talking to. Your face warms rapidly, "oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
Hotch looks overjoyed, though, a smile widening across his face, warm and sweet. "Who knew a concussion is all I needed to crack that shell of yours?"
"Concussion?"
"Exactly the reason I'm mad, actually."
"What?" You ask, confused again, closing your eyes at a throb of pain.
Hotch chuckles, you're sure the sound of it will be your undoing, too hot as the sound of it bounces through your ears and straight to your chest.
"We'll talk about it later, rest now."
sorry I've been gone. I haven't proof read this, either, nor have I written in weeks. I missed you guys, though <3
#criminal minds x reader#fluff#x reader#bubbs.writes#criminal minds#cm#aaron hotch#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotch x reader#ssa aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fanfiction#tw blood#tw gun#mentions of guns
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"i know what the boys want." â r.c. & j.m.
lolita. - lana del rey
âčââ synopsis: ...like sweet and sour, with just a drizzle of cream...
âčââ pairing: hard!dom!rafe x sweetheart!jj x female!reader
âčââ word count: 1.0k
âčââ contents: double penetration ( spitroast position ), blowjob, unprotected vaginal penetration, slight degradation, slight praise, creampie, slight roughness, masturbation
the aroma of sweat, the feeling of flesh, and the overwhelming presence of the buzzing hormones in the room cloaked you like an cold blanket, leaving all your nerve endings standing on edge. fast and painful thrusts discoloured the soft flesh of your ass just a tinge, an equally fast thrusting causing your throat to bulge and throb. you gazed up at jj, your big and teary eyes begging for just a second of relief while secretly hoping he would never stop. he groaned deeply, his lip tightly tucked underneath his teeth as his aching balls slapped against your chin, leaving stray drops of spit and precum trailing down your neck.
the headboard of the bed thumped against the wall with each synchronized thrust.
âcâmon man, she puffing up like a blowfish. you donât wanna kill her, do you?â rafe taunted as his calloused thumb tortured your puffy clit.
the irony of his statement laid in the fact that he was the one who was rearranging your guts, making sure your pussy would remember every vein, curve and crevice of his cock for days, even weeks to come.
jj snickered in response, using a calloused thumb to stroke your flushed, tear-strained cheek.. âiâm not worried about her. our princess can take itâŠâ
rafeâs grip on your ass only tightened more as he tossed his head back in ecstasy, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he buried himself inside of your uterus.
â...you pogues like it rough, huh, kidâŠ?â he muttered between moans, not missing the glare jj swiftly shot him.
your muffled moans and stifled whimpers didnât go unheard by the two blondes, only fueling their impure intentions further.
rafe was a classy man, his ironed polo lying neatly on the floor with his jeans to his knees whilst he fucked you, with jj contrastingly stripped naked to the bone, save for the dangling lanyard that hung from his neck, his loaded cannon playing peek-a-boo with your esophagus and nearly meeting rafeâ cock on the other side. he had a fistful of your hair in his grip, watching thick bubbles of spit and precum cascade down your neck.
gasping for a breath of air, you pulled your swollen lips off of jjâs expanded length, lazily stroking the girth to make up for the absence of your mouth. you buried your face into the mattress, your brain going dumber by the second as rafe ruthlessly invaded your guts.
the juxtaposition present in the room was not lost on you, even more so as jjâs ring-adorned fingers gently wiped away your tears.
â...goddamn⊠atta girl. look at me for a sec, mama⊠wanna see that pretty faceâŠâ jj cooed as he ran a hand through his sandy, tousled hair, his other hand gently encouraging your face to angle upward.
rafe, his thrusts not having reduced in force in the slightest, leans forward and locks your neck between his forearm and bicep, his arm toned form years of violent tendencies.
â...yâheard what he said, bitch⊠fuckinâ look at him.â rafeâs low voice growled in your ear, his breath against your skin sending a shiver through all your nerve endings.
pushing you back down, rafe grabs yet another handful of your hair, forcing your gaze up to the man in front of you, whoâd been sloppy getting himself off, watching the mess youâd become with infatuation.
he brought his cock back to your lips, tracing them with his tip and lubricating them with his salty seed before pushing in the girth once again, his hands gripping the sides of your face as his thrusts resumed.
your tight pussy clenched around rafeâs girth, pleading for him to keep his rabid pace. âyou want this cock real bad, don't you?â he tossed his head back as your gummy walls swallowed him whole. âââts all yours, baby⊠all fuckinâ yours.â
though jj wasnât speaking much, his actions spoke louder than any word he could manage to utter. with every thrust, slap and push from him was followed by a gag, whimper or spit from you. his hips ground into your mouth as he brutally fucked your face, your throat bruising quickly from the friction but being soothed by the precum that lubricated his path.
â...s-shit. youâre somethinâ else, yâknow that? âŠsomethinâ real fuckinâ specialâŠâ he groaned lowly, the praises being laced with more fondness than he knew how to deal with.
rafe toyed with your pussy from behind, trailing his thumb up and down your wet slit as it swelled from overstimulation. your back arched as you pushed your hips into his, wanting to feel him in every part of you.
the men groaned out slurred profanities in unison as your body contracted from the pleasure. you flicked your tongue along jjâs tip, your pussy pulsating around rafe. jj forced your jaw open a little more, wanting to make a lasting impact on his final blow.
rafe pushed your legs even further apart, cum spilling down the inside of your thighs as your limbs began to tremble. your eyes sealed shut, all your senses disabling as a discombobulating wave of pleasure and release hit you like a freight train. rafeâ nails dug into your flesh as he landed one last thrust, your hole swelling from being filled up like a sweet, creamy dessert.
as jj was about to reach his climax, he whipped his cock out of your mouth, shooting his strings onto your face and aiming specifically for your dangling tits. you collapsed onto the mattress, mind buzzing as you felt your insides pouring out of you.
the feeling was divine, so surreal that you found yourself wondering if the moment really happened. all the buzzing hormones, your pumping heartbeat, and swollen holes dripping as a result of synonymous couldâve all been nothing but a particularly ideal dream. but your doubts were dismissed as you felt one soft pair of lips graze your cheek softly, murmuring one last, soft praise, but receiving nothing from the other.
#smut#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#obx rafe cameron#rafe fanfiction#jj maybank#obx 4#outer banks season 4#obx season 4#obx#drew starkey#rudy pankow#blackdollette
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I Knew You'd Come Back to Me
pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
summary: And I knew you'd come back to me/You'd come back to me/And you'd come back to me/And you'd come back/And when I felt like I was an old cardigan/Under someone's bed/You put me on and said I was your favorite
word count: 562
warnings: I just realized there's a new season of obx and I haven't seen it at all at all so (not that this was ever cannon accurate but)
cardigan masterlist main masterlist
"Y/N?" Pope asks, sitting up. His heart is racing, knowing JJ is out there. Y/N doesn't look at him, acts like he isn't there, just stares at the door for a couple seconds before opening it back up and launching herself out.
"Oh!" JJ grunts, catching her as he stumbles backward. He lands softly on his back, arms wrapped around her. "I'm sorry," He says into her hair, holding her close.
"I knew you'd come back." She whispers, tears streaming down her face. She buries her face into his neck, and he holds her even closer. They're on the ground still, neither of them making any move to get up.
"I heard you say you wanted to get married." JJ confesses, causing her to finally move back and look him in the eye. "When we were babysitting the Kamps. I heard you before you fell asleep."
"Okay," She says softly, tears still falling. She thinks she knows where this is going, and it makes her want to throw up. She gets up, both of them now sitting on the porch.
"That's why I left." He confesses, and she looks away.
"You could have talked to me." She tells him, moving to stand. He does as well, grabbing her hands.
"I should have, I know." He squeezes one hand and lets it go, and then moves to push her hair out of her face. "It's just, you've seen my home life. I don't have a good example of what marriage is supposed to be. I never have. So when you said that, I didn't know what to do." He looks away as tears start to fall down his own face, and he wipes them quickly.
"If you would have talked to me about it," She says, and he just shakes his head.
"I didn't hook up with that bitch." JJ says, which makes her laugh a little bit.
"I know," Y/N, looks at the ground, letting the tears fall from her face. "I still punched her for it, got arrested." She whispered, and then JJ laughed. They both were quiet for a minute, looking at each other with watery eyes.
"I won't leave again." He tells her, and she can't help but frown. "I won't promise that I'll propose tomorrow, but I won't run off like that." She just nods, because that's really all she needed.
"I love you." She whispers, and he cups her face with one hand, their other hands still holding each other.
"I love you too." He whispers against her lips, and then they're pressing them together.
Their friends had waited until then to run out the door, knocking JJ and Y/N down again. Everyone was talking at the same time over each other in a dogpile, and Y/N was in the middle, laughing for the first time in months.
"When you have kids, can I be the godparent?" Sarah asked over everyone, which sent everyone in a frenzy once more.
"Over my dead body!" Kiara screams, and Y/N laughs again.
"We should have some sort of competition for it!" John B suggests, and JJ just rolls his eyes.
"We are not having kids for a long time, so y'all can come down about it." He tells them as he helps Y/N up. "Now, if you'll excuse us," He winks at Y/N, and Sarah screams.
"No! I didn't miss this!"
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tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover
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girl next door đ - 9
After Tinaâs departure, the neighborhood calmed. Or at least the jealousy calmed. And with the quietness came time to reflect. The Prentiss-Jareau ladies had been pretty MIA for the weeks following their introduction to Tina.
âWell, the showcase is the Friday before Thanksgiving.â
âPerfect, so Iâll spend Thanksgiving with you and your hot neighbors.â Grayson decided. Y/n chuckled softly and really thought about a holiday with Emily and JJ.
âI highly doubt that theyâd be in attendance, but youâre always welcome to celebrate with me. You sure you donât want to head home to your family?â
âOh, Iâm positive. Thereâs only so much green bean casserole and stuffing a person can take. Also, why wouldnât your lovers be joining us for Thanksgiving Dinner? If my memory serves me right, which it normally does, theyâre not exactly chefs.â Grayson prodded.
âIâm sure they have their own families to visit for one. And for two, theyâve been acting a little weird since Tina came to visit.â
âWeird how?â Grayson asked, eagerly focusing on the prospect of gossip.
âOh I donât know, you know how I spent the night over at Tinaâs hotel room? Well, I come home the next day and theyâre all âSurprised youâre homeâ when you and I both know I spend almost all of my time at home. And then theyâre short as all get out with me for the rest of the week.â Y/n started to recount, replaying the conversations that happened over the course of the week. âAll of that continued until I introduced them to Tina Sunday before her show. They come out of the house wearing next to nothing and suddenly theyâre very interested in Tina. But you know how T isâ bless her heart. She basically told them Iâd been gushing about our bedroom time the whole time she was there. All that to say, since then I havenât really heard from them. I donât even know if theyâre in town. They could be off in Idaho somewhere for all I know.â
Grayson was quiet for a second, only a second before she squeal in glee. âTheyâre jealous! This itâs a cannon event in the FWB to Lovers arc. Your one-time-long-term committed relationship pops up to visit only weeks after youâve all started your neighbors-with-benefits arrangement which you havenât actually discussed and they donât know what to do with their feelings.â Y/n scoffed at Graysonâs very dramatic interpretation of her time in DC and was readying a rebuttal when the other woman gasped through the phone again. âThey probably thought you slept with her the night you didnât come home.â
âI think youâve been spending too much time watching the Young and the Restless. Not everything is so cinematic.â
âThatâs a valid criticism of how I spend my time, but you arenât even denying it which leads me to believeâ youâve already come to this conclusion.â
âWell I wasnât born yesterday. I wasnât sure at firstâ but when they came prancing down the sidewalk in their running gear, I could see through it like a windowpane. Especially considering Emily would never go jogging for fun. But even Jesus had eyes and trust me, there was so much to see.â
âIf you know theyâre jealous, why not just have a conversation with them about it? I mean, it feels like there's something there to explore.â
âAnd Iâm not opposed to that, but theyâve initiated everything in this arrangement. Iâm not beating their doors down for sex whenever the mood strikes. With their schedules alone, itâs very much on their terms. Additionally, if this were to transcend the loosely-established-never-discussed rules theyâd have the most adjustment to figure out. Theyâve got a life together and this just feels like something they might want to discuss at length.â
âAnd if theyâre already having these conversations?â Grayson prompted.
Y/n pursed her lips as her cheeks reddened and lifted her shoulder in a shrug, âthen theyâre having those conversations.â
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And JJ and Emily had indeed been having those conversations. It was very clear and glaringly obvious that they were interested in something more exclusive with Y/n but bringing an outsider into their already tight schedule was proving to be a harder thing to discuss.
âWait, when would we even date her? Court her? Itâs not like we have an abundance of free time.â Emily asked on their drive into the office one morning.
âWell I mean we get some weekends off.â JJ supplied with a shrug.
âYeah maybe like three a yearâŠâ Emily grimaced.
JJ rolled her eyes and reminded Emily that theyâd almost exclusively seen Y/n on the weekends thus far. And she seemed more than okay with that schedule. âEspecially with her schedule during the week, weekends seem to be the best for everyone involved.â
Emily nodded, seeming satisfied with JJâs words but that wasnât the last time either of them had questions about the logistics of this decision. And once theyâd finally felt like they came to a good place on what they both wanted from this arrangement. The only problem became finding the time to actually broach the subject with their neighbor. The professorâs schedule had progressively gotten busier with classes in the morning and rehearsals in the evenings. It also didnât help that the BAU seemed to be working cases non-stop.
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âGod am I glad thatâs over.â Morgan groaned as each of them boarded the jet quietly. Theyâd just wrapped up a case in Georgia that had seemingly rattled everyone to their core. With the heavy air clouding the jet, it was no surprise when Emily and JJ made their way to two isolated seats next to each other in the cabin. They often did this when things got too hard for them to self-soothe and left over stress from their bodies. Everyone on the team knew of their relationship, so they didnât bat an eye when the women snuggled close under a blanket. JJâs head on Emily's shoulder and both of their eyes closed. Usually, the closeness would give both women some calm, but the tension seemed to course through their bodies even after landing.
As the women made their way to the government-issued SUV, JJ couldnât shake the nagging feeling that she needed something. Her chest had been abnormally tight since theyâd landed in Georgia and despite the rocky end to the case, she thought sheâd get some relief knowing it was over. But the tension was still there and not even the pressure of Emilyâs hand on her thigh seemed to be soothing the ache. She wasnât exactly anxiety-prone. She surely had her moments of stressâ but this sort of worrying wasnât something she was familiar with. She can only really think of a few times sheâd felt like that and theyâd all stemmed from Emily. And the fact that the feeling was still there, pulling at her heart, with Emily right next to her confused her.
JJ flipped her phone over in her hand as she mentally assessed her bodyâs current state. The case was hard, yes, most of them were but something was very different about this case. A man kidnapping and holding young women on a college campus wasnât exactly the ideal situation but theyâd been able to save the last victim. Theyâd predicted that the unsub wouldnât go out easily and that was true but overall the case was closed. The more she thought about it the further her mind went from the case itself and more to the experience as a whole. Theyâd milled through dozens of people for the week theyâd been there. All those families filed in and out of the local precinct and the one thing JJ could remember from all of them was that familiar Southern twang. The twang they hadnât heard in weeks. The twang she found herself missing. Or when the wife of one of the deputies brought in a homemade pie to thank the team for their hard work. JJ had never considered her a pie connoisseur, but she knew this pie didnât hold a candle to the ones sheâd had since Y/n moved in.
Now after she and Emily got together, she always saw Emily in the world. Whether she was there physically or not. And when she struggled like this, she reached for and leaned on Emily as well. She hadnât ever experienced that with someone else in her life. But here she was thinking about Y/n, missing her accent, and craving her cooking. Part of her even knew she was craving the physical comfort of their neighbor as well. The neighbor theyâd been casually sleeping with for three months (well not in the last few weeks but still three months).
And even though Emily and JJ had ultimately decided to explore more with the young woman, she still didnât know that. And honestly, needing to cuddle after a hard day at work didnât seem very casual. Not casual at all. And not something theyâd done with any other woman theyâd brought to bed. But then again, that seemed on brand for the way things had been going so far for the three of them.
JJ was itching to reach for her phone again. Maybe just a text would satiate the need and quiet the desire she was feeling. A simple sign of life from the young professor and maybe a plan to see her this weekend. With Emilyâs focus on the road she pulled her phone back out and unlocked it. She scrolled past the group chat Garcia was blowing up and opened a new text chain with Y/n. She typed and untyped trying to figure out what she could possibly say to the younger woman. Especially at this hour.
JJ: Hi, we just landed and are heading home. Let me know if you need anything? If not, maybe we can get together this weekend.
She hit send and closed the app. Watching and waiting would only make her more anxious. She peeked over the console at Emily. The brooding brunette seemed to still be just as off balance as JJ and she could only wonder if it was for the same reasons as her. She didnât have to wonder for long.
âWhy donât you text Y/n and see if she needs anything before we head in for the night,â Emily suggested as nonchalantly as possible.
âAlready ahead of you.â JJ grimaced sheepishly. âAre you aching to see her as much as i am right now?â
Emily sighed, âIâll be honest, I donât understand it myself. But I feel like I spent this entire case trying not to think about her and see her in everyone we spoke to. I just feel like I need to see her. I thought on the jet back I'd even out enough to get through the night but itâs just nagging.â
âWell, thatâs a relief. I didnât know how to explain it to you. It is pretty late and she might be asleep already. Sheâs not answered my message yet,â JJ mused as she looked at her phone.
âI know. If sheâs not expecting us sheâs normally in bed by 8:30. If she doesnât message back within the next 15 minutes, weâll just grab her something wherever we decide to eat.â Emily suggested.
âWorks for me.â JJ nods and they head for home.
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Y/n groaned a bit as she felt her phone vibrate under her pillow. She was sure it was a text from Grayson about her night out, so she snuggled closer to her pillow and burrowed closer to sleep. What she wasnât expecting was for the phone to continue vibrating. She pulled her phone from under her pillow with her eyes still closed and fumbled to answer the call.
âHello?â She spoke softly into the phone.
âOh, Iâm sorry. I was hoping you were still awake.â JJ sighed through the phone as she looked up at the younger womanâs house.
âNo no, itâs okay. Is everything okay?â Y/n asked reaching to turn her bedside lamp on. âAre yâall just getting home?â
âYeah, we just got back. We werenât sure if you were up but we got you something to eat either way. Emily insisted on getting you a blizzard.â JJ answered.
âOh, is it a choco brownie extreme?â Y/n asked sleepily, getting out of bed.
âOf course. If you come to unlock the door we can bring it in.â JJ smiled, already feeling the tension lessen in her chest.
âAlready on my way,â Y/n said, ending the call and opening the door. The professor was clad in far less than she normally slept in. A pair of panties, a tank top, and a pink eye mask. But always on her feet were the adorable fluffy slippers she practically lived in while at home. As soon as the door was open and the older women got eyes on Y/n, the weight of the world seemed to lift fractionally.
âHi.â Y/n smiled sleepily reaching to grab both Emily and JJ by the wrists to pull them inside.
âSorry for waking you.â JJ apologized again, allowing the younger woman to pull them through the mud room and hallway.
âOh donât worry about it, you brought gifts. All is forgiven.â Y/n locked the door and flicked the lights off as they went. âCome on, weâre eating upstairs.â
As soon as they entered the younger womanâs bedroom the women took it in. All of their escapades had taken place in their home or on various surfaces on the main level of Y/nâs house. So this was the first time theyâd actually even been in her bedroom. Y/n took the bag of food and ice cream from Emilyâs hands and sat them down on her bedside table. She turned to the women and walked over to the gallery wall they were observing.
âHm, I just realized yâall ainât been up here before,â Y/n said, linking her arms with the older women and redirecting them to her bed. âI tell you what, y'all can explore all you want in the morning, okay? I wanna eat my ice cream and then close my eyes again. And Iâve already locked up so I hope youâre okay with spending the night.â Y/n poked both of their hips affectionately before throwing herself into the center of the bed dramatically.
JJ was the first to follow Y/n. She shimmied out of her work clothes and pulled the bra from under her tank top. She filed in and Emily followed suit taking the opposite side of the bed. JJ distributed the food and all the women fell into a comfortable silence. They all munched quietly, both Emily and JJ eyeing each other over the younger womanâs head. Looked like they were getting more than they had anticipated, without having to verbalize it. Who were they to complain?
Y/n paused before biting into another fry and turned to them apologetically, âIâm sorry I get a lil bossy when I'm sleepy. You donât have to stay the night if you donât want to. Iâm sure you want to go sleep in your own bed after being away for so long.â
âNo no, itâs fine. Iâm sure weâll be more than comfortable.â JJ answered easily.
âWell alright, I have toothbrushes in the bathroom. Just let me know if you need anything.â Y/n finished off her ice cream and shimmied down below the covers. Emily and JJ quietly went into the bathroom. Emily was the first to make it back to bed, and as the bed dipped Y/n cracked an eye open to study the older woman. Emily hadnât said very much of anything since theyâd arrived. She seemed to be carrying a pretty heavy load that Y/n wasnât privy to. but part of the younger woman could feel the tension radiating off her neighbors. She reached a hand out for the brunette and pulled her under the covers quietly. Y/n turned to face Emily with a sleepy smile. She kissed her temple sweetly and nudged her nose with her own before pulling the older woman into a hug. âI hope this helps.â the older woman shuddered a bit at her words and pulled Y/n tighter when she moved to let go. She held her until she felt her heart settle and once she let go, she placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.
JJ returned and crawled into bed. She lay on her back first and watched as Y/n reached across her to turn the lamp off. Once in the dark she lay restless, trying to work up the courage to actually cuddle up to the younger woman like her body wanted. just as she had talked herself out of it, Y/n piped up, âYâall wanna cuddle or what?â
That seemed to finally break the heaviness that had been hanging over the agents and they both laughed and gazed at the professor sweetly.
Once their laughter died down, JJ felt Y/n pull her body against her chest. Turning to face her, JJ was surprised to see the womanâs eyes still closed. Y/n pillowed her head in her chest and allowed her fingers to run through her blonde waves. As JJ sighed and twined their legs together Y/n used her free hand to pull Emily's arm over her hip to rest on JJâs. Both women sandwiched her between them with deep content sighs. As they relaxed against her body, Y/n figured sheâd gotten it right. She kissed JJâs forehead sweetly and whispered a sleepy goodnight to both women and allowed sleep to take over. It took JJ and Emily a bit to actually fall asleep but when they did it was one of the best nights theyâd had in a while.
#emily prentiss x reader#jennifer jareau x reader#criminal minds x reader#jemily x reader#jemily#gnd series#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#criminal minds#msschemmenti
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j. Maybank master list
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Blurbs!
Calm down party girl - JJ taking care of his girlfriend after a long night of partying.
Let it all out party girl - (pt 2 of calm down party girl) JJ Maybank taking care of his very hungover girlfriend
Bunny - reader begging JJ to buy her a bunny and then he finally gives in.
One bed - while staying at John Bâs house one night, JJ and y/n both come to realise that thereâs only one bed in the spare bedroom, both too stubborn to sleep on the couch.
Brother issues - JJ taking care of his girlfriend after finding out her brother was using again.
Lover - JJ Maybank x Swiftie! Reader.
Jail-JJ ends up in jail (again) and has to be picked up by his girlfriend.
Itâs gonna be okay , baby-JJ Maybank taking care of his burnt out overstimulated girlfriend.
Pink tulips-JJ Maybank buying his coquette girlfriend pink tulips just because.
Pool days-JJ and his kook!girlfriend spending a day at her pool with the pogues.
Pink Glasses-JJ who makes his headache prone girlfriend wear her glasses even when she doesnât want to.
Please, Please, Please- youâve always been in love with your best friend JJ but trying to accept heâll never love you back was the hardest.
Smuts!
What are we?-JJ fucking his girl best friend nice n slow:)
Sucking off gamer!jj- sucking off your boyfriend from under the desk
Showering with jj - showering with jj and a special treat at the end
road trip with bsf!jj - sitting in bsf!jj's lap while on a road trip
Head cannons!
Kook girlfriend - some JJ Maybank x kook! Reader
Passenger princesse - JJ Maybank x Passnger princess! Reader
JJ nsfw alphabet - jj maybank nsfw alphabet
#jj maybank#obx netflix#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fluff#obx fanfiction#outer banks#obx fic#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#jj x reader#jj maybank smut
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Caught in Your Focus
sum: Emily Prentiss, one of the most famous photographers comes to Iverson University, home to the NCAAâs pride and joy, Y/n Y/l/n. What was supposed to be a 2 month long documentary turned into a scandalous affair.
(not proof read)
WARNING: jealous!emily, photographer!emily, D1 volleyball Player!reader, cheating, cannon!jemily, athlete injury, slight angst, age gap, a tad of smut (ik im feeding you guys finally)
The smack of volleyballâs hitting the court never got old, after hearing it for almost all of her life it felt like home. The court was her therapy, her escape from reality. Her whole life thatâs all that she wanted to do, be a volleyball Player, and thatâs what she got and more. She was considered one of the best Liberoâs in the nation and still people expected more from her.
But, she couldnât cared about that now, not when the best photographer in the world is infront of her. On her knees for that matter.
âEm, fasterâ y/n groaned, gripping onto the sink in the bathroom. Her knees seemed to buckle as Emily lapped at her like it was the last thing sheâs taste. The photographer slapped her thigh, âwhat did I say, baby?â She half groaned, only burning her face deeper in y/n.
A knock was heard from the door and one of y/nâs teamates voices called out, âN/n? Itâs almost game time, we have to warm up!â Nicole yelled, y/n could barely speak without moaning so she prayed that her voice wouldnât betray her.
âIâll- be right out!â She squeaked out, as she put her hands on Emilyâs shoulderâs bringing her closer, chasing her high. ânuh-uh, sweet girl, youâll get your reward later,â she smirked, rising to her feet and fluffing out her curls. Y/n whined, pulling up her sweat pants. She looked as if sheâs already played the game.
âFine..â she grumbled, hugging Emily from behind. âYâknow, if JJ finds out, weâll both be in troubleâ Y/n chuckled, looking at the sparkling rock on Emilyâs finger. The guilt ate away at her, but she needed Emily so bad that at this point she didnât care who got hurt. âHeyâŠsheâs not gonna find out,â Emily cooed, turning around to hug the younger woman, âIf she does then, weâll figure it out. Donât worry your pretty head about it, focus on your game.â She assured, pecking her forehead sweetly, and giving her a few more kisses on her face careful not to leave a stain. It would be quite the story to tell if y/n had a lipstick stain on the semi-final championship game. âNow go, before your team wonders where you areâ
Y/n nodded, reluctantly leaving, she never loved anything more than her sport, but if she ever needed to sheâd quit in a second to be with Emily. This woman had affected her life in so many ways that it made her head spin, what made the whole affair scandalous is that Emily was married, to Jennifer Jareau no less. Yâknow, sheâs only one of the biggest movie stars on earth.
Emily stood in her bathroom fixing her makeup and clothes, she held her letterman jacket close to her. It had the University colors on it with y/nâs last name and jersey number on the back. It looked good on her, she knew that her marriage had been in shambles so y/n had been her way out. She had no plans of falling back in love with someone but the bright woman had changed them. âPrentiss! The game is starting in 30, we need you!â One of her colleagueâs, Tara Lewis, called from outside the door. âComing!â She replied, opening the door with a smile, Tara had filled her in on what type of shots theyâd be needing, and told her about the magazine spread that she needed to shoot with y/n. Emily mentally took notes as her and Taraâs team was already assembling equipment and trying hard not to get hit with rogue volleyballs.
ââââ
The game was heated, with Iverson up by 5. If they managed to take another point theyâd move into the next set. Y/n kept getting dig after dig and was beggining to get tired. It wasnât until the Outside Hitter had hit the ball over. It was so fast that Diana, the Leftback DS couldnât get to it in time and shanked it. Y/n ran as fast as she could, her lungs screaming for air. She manage to pass it in, which made the crowd burst into a rapturous applause. But that was cut short when, y/n slipped and fell over some tables, her ankle twisting.
She wanted to get back up, she really did. But the pain shot through her and she screamed in pain. Her teammates didnât notice that she wasnât back and made the point cheering in Victory until they realized why the audience had gotten to quiet.
They all gasped, seeing the medics rush over to Y/n, her hands on her face as she wished every camera and person would just go away. They propped up her ankle and people began to murmur and worriedly converse amoungst themselves.
âHey, y/n, come on, breathe, youâll be just fineâ Coach Oaklyn said, consulting with the medics and worriedly asking if itâll be fine if she continue playing.
Emily was in the crowd, she watched the whole thing happen and she couldnât help but felt her heart drop, leaving JJ in the stands calling out to her, she raced down the stairs and onto the court pushing past the security. They yelled at her to freeze but she didnât listen. The press is sure gonna have a field day, she didnât even care that they were broadcasting live.
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âIt looks as if Y/n Y/l/n has been injured, medics are consulting with Coach Oaklyn to see if sheâs still fit to play, we all are keeping her in our prayers.â One of the announcers, Tom, said into the microphone.
âYes, everyone is wondering if the all-star athlete, y/n y/l/n is okay. Right now, we are all praying that she is safe.â The other announcer, Beca agreed, some commotion began to happen and people began cursing as someone ran through the Stadium. âFolks, we are sorry for the Fruity language, but it seems as though world renowned photographer, Emily Prentiss is running through the Stadium like her life depends on it.â Beca continued, looking at the scene, Tom tried to understand what was happening and it wasnât until she pushed through security that they realized. âOh, looks like we have a photographer gone rogue, Prentiss has just pushed through security and headed straight forâŠy/l/n!â He smiled, impressed with her determination.
âTom, to me it kinda seems like theyâre more than just friends, but she just pushed passes those muscular guys like it was nothing!â
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âHey, sheâs fine!â Oaklyn screamed at the security, as Emily went beside y/n, âAre you okay?â Emily panicked, holding her face, âEmâŠit hurts, I- canât-â she gasped, unable to catch her breath the loud voices and screaming seemed to Echo and get 10x louder than they were. She covered her ears and whined, âItâs okay, sweet girl, Iâm here, youâll be alright.â Emily comforted, holding her close, the medic informed all of them that y/n to make it to the bench for them to wrap it.
âNo, no, please, I canât- Itâs too hardâ she begged, looking at her coach for support on it. But Emily refused to let her give up on herself. âY/n, look at me, I know it hurts so bad, but you have to fight, thereâs a reason they call you the best, are you really gonna let those stupid girls beat you at your game?â She stated sternly, y/n shook her head ânoâ. âThatâs what I thought, câmon, letâs get upâ Emily gave her a hand and assisted her to the bench. She had a grade one sprain that was pretty bad but not so much where she had to sit out for too long. She would surely have quite a few bruises, and her arm was a little cut up from getting caught into table,
âY/n, if you play this, you might not be able to play for the rest of the seasonâ Oaklyn tried reasoning with y/n, only to be met with a hand. âThen let this be my last gameâ
She walked onto the court with a limp and got onto position, Oaklyn sighed, giving Emily a shrug of defeat, y/n could be really stubborn when she wanted to be.
âââ
The game ended with Iverson winning, rightfully so. Y/n collapse onto a seat and whimpered, her ankle killing her. The medics gave her another check up and said that not much more damage had been done and told her that around 5 weeks of rest.
Y/n sighed, it wasnât that much time, plus the March tournament wasnât for another 3 months due to Basketball. As they all left, y/n saw Emily and Jennifer talking they seemed happy. It made the younger woman a little jealous at the fact Jennifer could make Emily laugh like that, even if they were married. Emily was y/nâs.
âHey, y/n, you okay?â Nicole asked, placing a hand on y/nâs thigh, it broke her out of all her thoughts and she shifted her focus. âYeah, Iâm just scared, yâknow. There was so many things that couldâve gone wrong, Thank the Lord that it was only a small sprainâ she chuckled, Nicole laughed with her, âWell, if you ever need anything you know Iâm always here for youâ
ahem.
Both women looked up to see Emily with her arms crossed, her face was clearly jealous. âWell, I need to take this one home now, have a good evening, Nicoleâ The older woman said hurriedly, grabbing her arm and helping her out. Once in the parking lot, y/n huffed, feeling the comfort of Emilyâs jeep. The silence gave you peace, but Emily not so much. You knew her by now, and she was pissed for what ever reason.
âI saw you talking to JJ, you two seemed quite happyâ Y/n said, no idea what she was trying to say. âYeah, because weâre getting a divorceâ she deadpanned, never once looking over at y/n. âOhâŠIâm sorryâ Y/n frowned, lowering her gaze to her lap.
Emily and JJ were once happy, but that isnât the case anymore, not after Will LaMontagne entered her life. Theyâd been seeing eachother on the side for months, what was the point of marriage then?
âItâs okay, really, it was a mutual agreement.â She said, placing a hand in her thigh, âShe found out, about you, I meanâ Emily smiled, the car stopping slowly as she pulled into y/nâs drive way.
âWas she mad..?â Y/n murmured, looking up with a slight sniffle. âNo, baby, she was happy, actually, she said that she always knew that from the moment she met youâŠI guess we werenât so sneakyâ
The silence wasnât awkward, it was awfully comfortable, it scared the volleyball player. Her whole life the screeching and screaming on courts and audiences was the norm, she didnât have too much silence in her life. It was her last year playing at the collegiate level, she didnât know what to do after this, she was pursuing a Career in arts so maybe something like that. Sheâd never been on a path she was really sure on. Volleyball was her life and now that it was almost over, she was lost. âWeâll figure it out. together.â
ââââââ
Anyways, this was in my drafts a for a long while đ„Č
There was a part two but Iâll have to hunt for that
@mxmmyprentiss
#emily prentiss x female reader#open requests#criminal minds#i love her#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss#cm#bau team#bau#jj jareau#tara lewis
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I want a story where when Jason came to titans tower at Tim I want him to be the sassiest motherfucker he has met and will ever meet and be absolutely feral. Like so much that JJ comes out a little (head cannon that Tim has 2 personalities after the joker). Jason went to titans tower to traumatize Tim and Bruce uno reverse he gets slightly traumatized and he gets to see why and how Tim became robin in the first place.
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đStupid Cupid - JJđ
đSpecial Thanks too: the lovely person who requested this : JJ : trainee A : Niki : enhypen
đNote: I'm so sorry this took almost an entire year I've had a stressful year I'm trying to get on track now tho.
đTW: brief mentions of kissing at the end : mentions of dates : mentions of frustration : Niki trying to set up JJ and reader :
đTaglist: @leoonoa - @mxlly143 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid
1-24-24
đNiki has this whole thing planned out since day one, the moment you and JJ met, he knew he had to play Cupid.
đNiki secretly arranged dates, of course third wheeling till one day he mysteriously wasn't able to go.
đDuring the "dates" Niki was third wheeling he'd make mental and physical notes in his phone about the things you both like, relaying the information when needed.
đOf course neither you nor JJ are dumb, you knew what Niki was trying to do, at first you were upset thinking JJ didnt like you that way, but you happen to accidentally over hear a conversation between the two boys.
đYou and JJ secretly went behind Niki's back, planning to make him think his plan is failing in reality, you and JJ will get to know each other romantically.
đNiki seemed visibly frustrated at his plan "failing" both you and JJ would cancel dates last minute pretending to be busy, but really youd just go to your house and have a movie date there.
đWhen you and JJ came out about the two of you dating Niki sat there in shock for two minutes before putting the puzzle pieces together. The three of you still remained the perfect movie trio, only now Niki often complains about the two of you kissing in front of him.
#traineea#trainee a#kpop trainee#trainees#trainee#jj trainee a#jj trainee a x reader#trainee a x reader#trainee a one shots#jj x y/n#jj x reader#jj x you#jj head cannons#trainee a jj#trainee a imagines#enhypen niki
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Bonnie and Clyde
Paring: JJ x fem Reader ( half-siblings) Rafe x fem Reader All the Pouges x fem Reader
Summary: This story is about two people bonding over shared trauma, while one is learning to change for love the other struggles with having to pick between family and love; All while on the search for hidden treasure.
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: Cussing ( thatâs all I think lmk if I missed something)
A/N: Season 4 is not cannon in this Story, I started it before season 4 came out. This is a Rafe x reader. Y/n is JJ sister but they have different moms so you she can still be any race, ethnicity, etc there no description of Y/N ever. Y/N is older than JJ her age will be mentioned once.
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You paced back and forth in the hallway, nibbling at the skin on your thumb.
Your nerves were bad, really bad. You can't remember if you have ever felt this scared; every time you breathed in air, bile rose with it.
"Fuck â you whispered to yourself as you glanced down and looked at your thumb, which was starting to bleed.
"Ok, ok, ok," you said, taking a deep breath as you started to jump around, trying to hype yourself up to knock on the door in front of you.
"I'm going to do it on three, yep, okayâŠâŠ" Your hand inched towards the door, but you pulled it away just as you were about to knock.
You heard a door slam down the hall, causing you to snap your head in that direction. A man stood there looking at you with his head cocked to the side. You gave him a tight smile as you waved towards him.
He didn't say anything; he just raised his eyebrows towards you in a questioning manner.
"Oh, umm, I forgot my key", you laughed awkwardly, trying to get this man off your back. But he didn't seem pleased with your answer because he crossed his arms and continued to stare you down.
"You know what I think? My mom's home, so let me justâ "You said as you reached up, knocking on the door a couple of times.
You stood there for what seemed like forever and was about to knock again when the door suddenly opened. In front of you stood a shaggy-looking white boy, who, from the looks of it, just woke up. He leaned against the door, rubbing the sleep off his eyes as he yawed. He had yet to look at you. When he finally did, he stared down at you, clearly confused about why you were on his doorstep.
Sadly, you're confused, too. He's far too young to be the person you're looking for, but this is the address the man down at the police station gave you.
"I uh- " You went to speak but then remembered the man from earlier who was still standing there, so trying to think quickly, you said the first thing that came to your mind.
"Hey, bro, I left my key. I know I need to stop doing that. Mom's going to kill me one day", you said to the mystery man as your eyes flicked back and forth between him and the man at the end of the hall.
You were praying that he would catch on and let you in even though you didn't know him and he didn't know you.
He squinted his eyes down at you, then looked out his door and down the hall towards where you were glancing. He nodded his head toward the stranger.
"Sup," the guy said to the one down the hall.
The man still didn't look convinced, but it didn't matter now that you had this stranger playing along with you.
The man looked down towards you once more, then again at the man down the hall. He threw his hands up in defense as he spoke, "What? We have different moms."
You stood there for a second, laughing awkwardly, before the man stepped back, allowing you into his home. As soon as you crossed the door, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
The man shut the door and turned towards you, eyeing you for a second
"Don't worry; he fought in World War 3, I think. He thinks he's the neighborhood watch or something", the man said to you as he walked to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. It was only 2 pm where you were, but you guess it was 5 o'clock somewhere.
"Want one," he asked. He stretched his arm out towards you with a beer in his hand.
"No, Thank you."
He shrugged as he walked across the kitchen to the counter to pop the top off.
You glanced around the apartment. It was nice but very, very messy. There were beer cans everywhere and takeout containers. The whole room smelled like the boys' locker room.
Your fingers gripped the bag on your shoulder tighter as you started to second guess, knocking on his door.
Silence fell over the two of you. You weren't sure what to say. He obviously wasn't the man you were looking for, but you didn't want to leave just yet, just in case that man was still out there.
"SoâŠ.. why are you wandering around the building? Are you lost? Are you looking for someone? I know pretty much everyone in the building. If you tell me who, I can tell you what floor and apartment."
"Um", you were hesitant. You didn't know this man, and you didn't feel like sharing your business with every stranger who walked past. But at the same time, you were all out of leads and needed to be pointed in some direction. Honestly, you had nothing to lose.
You dug in your backpack, looking for the paper the police officer gave you with the name and address of the person you were looking for. After a couple of minutes of digging, you found it. Folded with the paper was a picture of the man you were looking for, the only picture you had of him. You passed the paper along with the picture to the man.
"Yeah, umm, I'm looking for that man. A police officer told me I could find him here, but clearly, he's mistaken. Maybe he got the apartment number wrong, or maybe the guy hasn't updated his address yet. Do you perhaps know where I could find him?" You rushed through words as you spoke. You were nervous either way if he had known the guy or not.
He didn't answer your question; instead, he gave one back to you: "Where did you get this"? He looked up as he spoke, now meeting your eyes.
You stepped forward and pointed to the women in the photo cuddled up next to him.
"You see that woman right there? She's my mom." You smiled down at the photo, admiring it as if you hadn't seen it a thousand times before.
The man's eyes shifted towards you for a second then back down to the photo, "and who that man next to her."
"His name is Luke Maybank, and my mother said he's my father."
The man suddenly pushed the photo into your hands and started to back away from you, as if suddenly aware of your closeness. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stared into the distance, his face scrunching up.
You were confused by his reaction. Does he know this man after all? Could he help you find your father?
"Do you know this man? Do you know where I can find him?" You eagerly asked him, slowly walking towards him.
The man continued to back away from you slowly. He shook his head back and forth as he spoke, "Nah, he's long gone. I don't know where he's at now, but trust me, you're better off without him. "
Better off without him? You questioned what he meant.
"How do you know that? How do you know this man?"
"I know him because . . ."
"Because ⊠matter of a fact, who are you?" agitation could be heard in your voice as you spoke
"My name is JJ Maybank."
"May- Maybank, you tell me that you-"
"Yep, I'm his son."
You stood there in shock. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to speak.
"Your brother."
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You were now sitting on the couch, watching JJ pace back and forth in front of you.
He pointed down at you, waving his hand around. "Okay, break it down for me again."
Your head fell into your hands. You were exhausted. You'd been telling him the same story over and over again for over an hour.
"My mom and I are going through old photos on her bed. She pulls out a photo from when she was younger. The photo I gave you. I asked her who the man next to her was, and she said he was your father. His name is Luke."
"Luke, I am your father," JJ spoke in a deep voice.
"What?" You asked, confused, which made JJ stop his frantic pacing and look at you
"You've never seen StarWars"
"No"
"We'll come back to that. So then your mom said that's your father; his name is Luke Maybank."
"No, I got that from the police officers down at the station, and they gave me this address."
"Cool, cool, okay. Well, all we have to do is ask your mom a couple of questions, and maybe she can clear this up for us."
"We can't."
"Uhh, why not."
"She's dead, died a month ago."
"Way to go, JJ," he whispered to himself. "Look, I-" he stared before you cut him off.
"It's fine; there's no need to say sorry. I'm good; I just thought I would come looking for the only other family I thought I had left âŠ.."
"Well, I can't tell you where he's at. The last time I saw him, he was sailing awayâŠ.
in a stolen boatâŠ..
With stolen drugs in his pocket ......
escaping from the cops âŠ..
After he broke out of jail."
"Wow," you said shocked
"Yeah," he said, dragging the word out as he spoke.
"That's a lot."
"Yeah", he said with a slight chuckle which made you laugh too.
A silence started to fall over the two of you, but you broke it with your question.
"Is he really that bad? Would I be better off without him?"
JJ didn't answer you. He just nodded his head
"Why? Because of his run-ins with the law."
"Nahh, we've all had run-ins with the law."
"Then what," you asked
You know you're asking a lot of a person you just met, brother or not. But you've traveled all this way to find this man, and now you just, what, are you supposed to give up on finding him? You want an answer; you need one, but the way JJ's eyes are tearing up, you start to second-guess asking.
"You don't have to share. I'm sorry for asking."
JJ wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He straightened up, looking back towards you after having turned away from you when his eyes started to fill with water.
"It's fine, yeah, it's whatever."
"It's not whatever, but I'll stop asking", you said, giving him a small smile, which he returned.
You got up and grabbed your bag, deciding it was time to leave.
As you walked to the door, you heard JJ hot on heels.
You reached down to grab the door, but JJ placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you.
"What, uh, I mean, where you going? You got a hotel you staying at?"
"Why," you asked
He shrugged his shoulders up and down as he started to back up from you
"I don't know. I was thinking, uh, that maybe we could get some food or something. Talk get to know each other."
Although the idea didn't seem crazy, you didn't want to build something just to leave.
"I don't. . . , JJ I only came to town to find my dad now that I know he's not here and that he isn't the best man. I think I should just move on with my life and settle down somewhere."
"You not going back to your mom's house?" He sounded concerned as he spoke
"No, I sold the house to pay my mom's medical bills."
"So where you going."
"Wherever the bus takes me."
"Nope, that's not going to work. You're going to stay here with me", he said, leaving no room for an argument as he walked away.
"JJ, we just met. You don't know me; I don't know you."
"I don't need to know you; you're my sister," he said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, but you don't know me; everything I just told you could be a lie. I could actually be here to murder you."
"Well, were you"
"Was I what"
"Lying"
"No"
"Well then, problem solved"
"I -"you tried to speak but lost the word
You just stand there looking at him. He looks at you with the most goofy grin spread across his face.
You don't know who's crazier, JJ for offering or you for considering.
"Well, where would I sleep? Cause the couch can only do for so many weeks."
"Yesss," JJ whipped out as he did a little fist bump in victory.
He walked over to the furthest door to the left and threw the door wide open. You walked closer to get a better look. It was a bedroom. It was niceâ small but nice. It had a closet, dresser, nightstand, and a twin-size bed against the wall. It was pretty clean, too. Actually, it seemed like the cleanest room in the house.
You looked over to find JJ leaning against the door frame, smiling at you as if he had won.
"We just met," you stated once again
"And?"
"You're crazy."
"You are too", he said before leaning closer to you and whispering, "It must run in the family."
You playfully pushed him away as you stared at him, shock written all over your face.
"I don't have any rent money."
"It's fine. You'll find a job. I know some people." He spoke casually, but you could tell by his eyes that he was anxiously awaiting your final answer.
You just met this man, literally two hours ago. Are you seriously about to live with him? He could be a serial killer, and he might not even be your brother. Millions of reasons why you shouldn't run through your head, but it didn't matter because you already made up your mind. If he really is your brother, he's all you have left, and after everything you've gone through, regardless of the fact that you barely know him, you're not willing to give that up.
"So what's there to eat around here", you asked, genuinely smiling for the first in months.
"Hell Yeah," JJ yelled in excitement, then threw his arm around your shoulder, which you quickly shoved off.
"Yep, sorry. We got pretty much everything and obviously fresh seafood, " he said, walking towards the fridge, which had a bunch of takeout menus on it.
"Mmm, Maybe seafood. I've never had it," you said, looking over one of the menus.
JJ turned to you in shock as he gasped loudly, "You've never had seafood."
"No, is it good"
"The best. Here, we'll order from there. I can get us a discount. I know the people who run the restaurant," he said as he passed you to a menu for The Wreck.
You started to glance over the menu but got distracted when you caught JJ looking down at you.
"What ?" You asked
"Nothing. Just realizing there's a lot I have to teach you, little sis."
"Little? What year were you born."
"2004"
"I'm sure I have just as much to teach you, little brother," you said, laughing as you walked away to find your phone.
JJ quickly followed you, clearly in disbelief. "There is no way you were born in what year."
"2003, little brother"
"Wowww"
"Yep, now come on. I'm hungry", you said as you began dialing the restaurant's number on your phone before handing it to JJ.
You glance up at him, and as you watch him order your guys' food, you can't help but smile. This is crazyâyouâre crazy, he's crazy. You just met this man, and yeah, he's your brother, but you don't know him. This is too soon and crazy.
You keep saying this to yourself, but you don't seem to truly care
Shit
Maybe crazy does run in the family.
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I am heavily medicated today, laying about waiting for drs and shit. This lets my mind contemplate the bigger issues and implications of very important boys-on-ice shit. Imma make it your problem.
So, we know Otabek's friends are miscevious. Do you think that includes JJ and Leo as well?
Like... dose JJ call Yuri 'princess' not just because he has that build, but because Otabek's name reduces down to a title? (Duke)
Like, 'go get your princess, your grace' - which triples as a mock on Otabek's lower flexibility, teasing him about his title/name, as well as how long Otabek has been in love with/admiring Yuri- and low key accepts Yuri into said friend group in an honored position all at once with what is supposed to be gentle/friendly ribbing?
(leRoy - name means king. Otabek [reduces down to] Duke. Leo de la Iglesia means lion of the church, so like a paladin or knight or something [leo <lion> some times is referred to as a 'king of the jungle' - I will rant about how they don't live in jungles and all that later. They are on a lot of heraldry, tho]. So Yuri obviously needs a title too. [JJ would call Isabell 'my queen' or 'regina' or something.] Female [based onJJ's mind set most likely making pairs in that dichotomy, as that's how it works for him personally] cats are queens (also following a theme, if they are one team [in one friend group], there can be only one queen and king, making Otabek the next highest rank in the friend group - but he's put Yuri on such a high peddistool that he should rank a little higher, and also podium family king Victor is basically Yuri's big brother as far as JJ is concerned, so there is that to consider), combined with Otabek meeting Yuri in juniors would auto translate to 'princess'.)
Is JJ being a little shit, trying to get Otabek and Yuri chatting because he wants for his friend what he has with Isabella? Did he know Otabek was coming and, seeing Yuri right there, thought he could play match maker with some well intentioned ribbing, getting his friend to talk to Yuri if only to explain (and make a new friend himself)?
Are JJ and Leo in a mock 'no, I'm his best friend' contest? Match maker credit can really get you that better/Best friend status, which is a security blanket JJ seems to need.
Is that why Otabek was paused? Irritation at JJ for pissing off the person heâs been waiting years for, damned well knowing what he's up to, but when he was thinking of exsplaning/apologizing to Yuri, Yuri screamed at him, so Otabek peaced out because exsplaning would not help in that moment?
Bet it informed just how much Otabek told Yuri on that bridge.
I wonder if Leo and JJ - when Otabek has Yuri in a very peaceful mood - are going to tease Otabek about that slow burn, seeing if Yuri catches on because Otabek is So FrIkIn Old FaSoNeD (quiet, stoic, & romantic) that they dispared for their friend EVER having a love life do to his being focused on (pachent and pinning for) the only person who moved him like that?
(If Victor and Yuuri are soulmates as stated official, this is officially a soulmates AU, which means Otabek being so observant would know. Those eyes speak deeply to him. You do not use lines about what are referred to as the windows to the soul in a soulmates AU casually, my dudes. The way when Yuri takes the time to actually look at Otabek and something starts to click, combined with the sudden recognition & respect Yuri gives when he finally watches Otabek skate? That's a patented pending your-Russan-is-in-love look. (We see it on Victor too.) *chef's kiss* I love it. In this PowerPoint I will...)
Otabek is infinitesimally pachent, and his friends want him happy but are little shits, is what I'm saying.
I mean, JJ comes off like a bag of dicks, but I think it may just be that his off-ice timing and sence of humor suffer from 'can't read the room' syndrome... Leo must be the one who counters that... but if Otabek considers him a friend, and his friends are mischievous...
Also, Otabek's friends are frikin chess pieces/off ice nobles (even if only in name/their community).
#yoi#!!!#yuri on ice#otabeck altin#yuri plisetsky#shit i wonder about#my head did a thing#headcanon#it seems very plausible to me#frankly i think Otabek knows who he is ment for#just like JJ did#and refuses to settle for less#cant wait to see who they tease Leo about#or do you think otabek is the last one single and thats why they tease him so#being the single guy in a 'practically married' friend group when you have a CLEAR interest in someone is so much fodder for taking the mic#and good natured teasing#im trying to not hate on JJ#he is low-key a bag of dicks tho#my OTP#secondary cannon ship#otayuri#i love victuuri too#otabek/yuri otp#i have refined gay boy couple tastes đ#otabek is a rich#landed#noble you can fight me on this#jj leroy#Leo de la Iglesia#WE SAIL THIS SHIP TO THE STARS!
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You remind me of someone I know from the past. The face, the look, and the stance. Someone I want to forget about. Not to think about. Not to talk about. And you sit across me, only to remind me in the remaining days of what I want to forget the most. -Keerthana Muthiah
I have a head cannon that sometimes JJ kinda takes over every once in a while and Jason is the only one who can talk to Tim without him freaking out because all Tim can process in those moments is the voice and face of his Robin, his hero, whoâs there to protect him. Thatâs very lightly digging into the depths of these head cannons but I donât have enough time to go super into detail.
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Relationships.
Prompt: head cannons Y/n and Tobi in the early stages of their relationship in a honeymoon phase, completely head over HEELS.
Warnings: swearing, suggestive content,
Tobi is so in love and after you two get past the awkward phase youâre always at each others sides when you can be, though having a high demand job is a bit difficult, youâre a lawyer, specifically a family lawyer so working for home 60% of the time is nice.
You and Tobi met on your friendâs birthday, out for bowling and he was out with the boys for a video, the next bit got cancelled and while he went to get a sugary drink, so did you, you two making eye contact as you both ordered blue slushies.
âGreat minds think alike.â I grin and he laughs.
âIâm y/n.â I smile and look at him.
He smiles back, showing a perfect row of teeth.
âIâm tobi, pleasure to meet you.â
I giggle quietly: âoh the pleasures all mine.â
âDo you not drink?â He asks as the young man starts to make our drinks, his eyes flicking back to Tobi every so often.
âNah, sometimes I suppose like.. new years? Some birthdays but I like to focus on my work or something like that,â I reply generally honestly and he smiles.
His eyes go to a booth and he seems to be contemplating his options.
âListen- I have to get back to my friends- but- can I have your number?â He clearly his throat.
âYeah, yeah okay- course.â I smile and hand him my phone.
He smiles back and puts him name with a contact âTobi â€ïžâ and I grin at his boldness.
Thankfully, the boys didnât notice so he was clear.
Throughout the rest of the time at the bowling alley the two exchanged eye contacts and smiles despite their friends knowledge.
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On our first date Tobi took- and payed for us to go to a nice restaurant.
âSo, what do you do- for work?â I ask just as I finish explaining what I do as a family lawyer, sipping my coke.
âWell i- I make videos.â He said not-so-smoothly.
I him as I pick at my fries.
âYouâre a YouTuber?â
He looks at me then laughs lightly.
âYeah, Iâm a youtuber.â
-
Since then, you exchanged schedules and went for little dates, the boys could tell Tobi was happier they just couldnât put their finger on it.
Just after a shoot as he claimed he was busy- turning down lunch he got a call which caused him to spring to his seat.
He hummed and said various short words into his phone before saying heâll send the address.
âOh? Youâre getting picked up Tobi? By who?â
Ethan nudges and Tobi sighs in response.
âA friend, thatâs why Iâm busy.â
He keeps his response discreet until a dark purple Ford Mustang Shelby GT500.
Ethan looks up from his phone as he stands with tobi, which his mouth is open a bit.
âI didnât know she drove that..â he mumbles and Ethan narrows his eyes.
âItâs a âsheâ?â Ethan says as she pulls into the closest spot and rolls down the window to smile at Tobi.
Clearing his throat he utters out a quick: âbye mate,â and walks to side of the passenger seat before opening the door.
Her windows were tinted, but maybe not enough as he saw the mystery girl kiss Tobis cheek.
âYou drive a mustang?â He asks after about a minute of comfortable silence.
âYeah- as I got on my salary Iâd already saved a bit, Iâve always wanted a nice purple car- so, this is great.â
Tobi would say thatâs when he fell in love.
From then on, you two started dating a week after that and the guilt hit him, he hasnât told anyone he was seeing someone, not even josh, he assumed Ethan had blabbed to someone but that wasnât from the man himself.
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After telling the boys the force to meet this girl was intense, mainly from Josh and JJ.
âWhat does she drive? What does she do?â Josh pokes his shoulder.
âMate-â
âShe drives a purple 23 plate mustang, fancy.â Ethan dad without looking from his phone.
Tobi sighs as JJ looks up.
âShe has a nice car? Mate let us meet her! What if sheâs not good for you- and you canât see that.â
-
Later in in their relationship the two were inseparable, like horny teenagers at times, always holding hands and giggling, in their little honeymoon phase.
The bowling dates frequent.
Tobis way of showing affection were words of affirmation and some gift giving, which added up to flowers and hand written notes most nights.
But when you move in together? It was like ying and Yang, he did his videos in his office while you did your online meetings and mandatory work in yours, at the end of the day tight in each others arms.
After the boys became comfortable with you, you was closest with Josh (Freya).
You two werenât big on PDA, it only really stretched to hand holding and thigh touches.
A/n:
This is short but I just wanted to get this out so
Next is Zerkaa then maybe James? I dunno!
Requests are open.
@xixzerkaaxix
Masterlist!
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Criminal minds team reaction to a super tall muscular agent with tattoos/piercings?
Um, yes? But like, gotta project a little bit so he's insecure lmao
You were a new agent, working for the BAU, finally getting the transfer from organised crime you had practically been begging for for the last two years. You had met Agent Hotchner (or Hotch as you had been told to call him) and Agent Rossi (or Rossi), both respectable men who seemed pleased to have you on the team. But today was your first official day working for them.
You weren't allowed to have the majority of your piercings in whilst at work, only the three in your ears and your septum, provided you took that one out should you need to talk to members of the public. Your tattoos started at the base of your neck and stopped just above your wrists, enough that a long sleeved shirt with a collar hid them.
You stepped out of the elevator, taking a small moment to try and gather yourself before you walked into the ballpen.
"Well who is this hunk of handsome?!" Penelope asked, jaw dropping as you walked into the room. Your shoulders curled inwards with embarrassment as you rubbed your neck, cheeks dotting with red.
"Er, I'm (Y/N)," You answered, "I'm looking for Hotch or Rossi?"
"(Y/N)," Rossi grinned as he walked up to you, patting your arm when he reached you. "Glad to see you made it okay,"
"Thank you sir," You nodded.
"What have I told you?" Rossi sighed.
"Sorry, Rossi." You correct yourself, Rossi gave a small nod as Hotch approached the group.
"(Y/N), nice to see you again."
"You too, s-" You cut yourself off, "Hotch."
Hotch turned to Garcia, "Garcia, play nice, he's joining the team."
"Oh really?" Garcia asked, seeing the unimpressed look on Hotch's face she sighed. "I'm Penelope Garcia, Knower of All."
"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), Agent of America?" You offer, unsure.
"I like you," Penelope grinned before she turned to Hotch, "We've got a case."
"Gather the team," Hotch said. Penelope nodded, before rushing off. When she left, he turned back to you, "You get used to her, she means well," He said fondly.
You nodded slightly, unsure of what exactly to say. "Come on, kid, you need to meet the rest of the team." Rossi said, patting your arm once more.
Derek's eyes widen as you walk into the room, when Garcia had told him that the new team member was tall and muscular he had been expecting maybe someone six foot, but you stood at about six foot five, built well (to say the least), with a septum piercing, stretchers in your ear lobe, a helix piercing, and an industrial piercing. And, based on the darker tones that showed through your shirt, you were inked too.
You all made quick introductions before you sat down, immediately turning your attention to Penelope before heading off to the case.
After the case was finished, Rossi had decided to hold a family dinner at his (with instructions to bring swimwear - apparently, he had recently had a pool installed). You agreed to go, despite feeling slightly out of place, making sure to wear the trunks under your jeans as it was easier and made sure that you brought clothes in your rucksack.
An hour after dinner (you didn't want to get cramp in the pool because you weren't sure whether or not that was a myth and you weren't about to embarrass yourself in front of your team just yet), you all went into separate rooms to get dressed. You kept your t-shirt on for a bit, planning on only taking it off when you went into the water.
Walking out into the garden, you plopped yourself on a chair, tuning in to the conversation. "I'm just saying that statistically speaking, the most common birthday in the US is September 9th,"
"Really?" You asked, "That's my birthday,"
"Seriously?" Morgan asked, you nodded.
"Yep," You said, "What can I say? I'm a Basic Bitch,"
When JJ and Emily joined the group, Emily grinned, "Pool time?"
Morgan grinned as he and Emily both cannon-balled in, when he resurfaced, he turned to you all, "You joining us?"
You stood up after the others, pausing for a moment before taking your shirt off and leaping into the pool.
"Oh my God, he has a nipple piercing?! Are you guys seeing this?!" Penelope exclaims, slapping her hand against Emily and JJ's arms.
"I did not see that coming..." Emily muttered, JJ nodding in agreement.
"Do you... do you reckon down there is...?" Penelope asked, giving them both raised eyebrows and a smirk. Emily and JJ both rolled their eyes.
"For God's sake, Penelope, focus," JJ laughed.
"I can't, he's too dreamy."
#what even is this#i'd like to apologise#but also i loved this prompt#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#spencer reid#david rossi#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#x male reader#male reader#reader#x reader#insecure reader#because projection
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