#jj knows he can get away with being a little bit of a brat to comet since comet wouldve gotten in trouble anyway

[couch-house]

my sweet little freak who hits <3

[laiiaaa]

NICE TO MEET YOU — JJ MAYBANK (PROLOGUE)

summary: For much of his teenaged life, JJ has had it easy when it comes to charm. You turn out to be a formidable opponent.

length: 2.7k

contains: uhhh drinking beer?? (gross tbh!), actually pretty PG, warning for JJ being a whiny little brat and a little mean to his friends and a bit of a dork (it's painful but we love him...maybe), NOT proofread ok be nice

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“JJ, are you gonna go up to her? Or just keep staring at her like a creep?”

He almost doesn’t hear Kiara, and maybe he wouldn’t have if it weren’t for John B hitting him in the back of the head. 

“Ah—what the fuck, man?” JJ bats John B away before answering to Kie. “I’m not staring. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” He takes another sip from his beer and puts his weight on his free hand. 

This isn’t his usual routine—there’s a certain thrum in his veins that tells him tonight has a little more weight to it than he’s used to. His usual routine, of course, is simple: go to kegger, find a touron, flirt with her, engage in some…precarious activities, bid farewell when morning comes (or, if he gets lucky, before dawn). There’s never been any issue. It’s fun, he’s young, he’s a good-looking guy, all parties are willing.

But now you have caught his eye, and he’s not sure if this routine will be able to keep up.

“I think you do,” Sarah insists. “We all know you’re checking her out.” His face stays blank, so she pushes him further. “Come on, JJ. With the crochet bikini top and the red converse?”

“They’re brown, actually—”

“Oh, so you are staring. Got it.”

The rest of the group laughs at JJ’s expense, and he has to admit he did walk right into it. He’s just…off his game. 

He shoots up from his seat anyway, downing the last of his beer in an attempt to build up some courage. “I’m gonna go up to her.”

Pope raises his brows. “Right now?”

The blonde jumps, shakes out his limbs, gets the blood flowing. “Right now.”

“Oh,” Kie quips.

He points back at her, still psyching himself up. “Shut up, Kie, you started this.”

She lifts her hands up defensively, and John B jumps in again. “You gonna start walking over there, or…?”

JJ turns his head, eyes you sitting alone on a piece of driftwood. “Yep. Gonna do that now.” Another couple jumps and a shake of his head for good measure. A deep, exaggerated breath. He points to Kie and says, “Fuck you,” then Sarah, “Fuck you,” then John B, “And fuck you,” though there’s no real malice in his words. He starts taking hastened steps backwards, and lends a quick wave as he calls out, “Love you, Pope!” 

If the pogues say anything in response, he doesn’t hear them.

A breeze casts through his hair as he walks over to you, and his nerves are on the rise again. It takes twenty paces before he’s seriously regretting this gusto, another five before he considers turning around, a painful ten more, until he’s close enough to be officially approaching you and it’s too late. His pulse is pounding in his ears. You’re wearing a crochet bikini top as Sarah described, loose lightwash shorts covering the bottom half of the set, and have brown converse on, as he thought. There’s a glow to your skin that makes him think you came straight from the beach.

You pay him no mind until he’s looking over you, five feet away. “Hi.”

Are you talking to him? (Yes, you are—you’re looking straight at him.) 

“Hey,” he answers, gesturing to your makeshift seat. “Can I sit?” He’s more antsy now that he’s getting a close up view. He runs a hand through his hair to at least do something to hide it.

“Be my guest.” You move to the side and tap the space next to you, looking up and giving him a smile he could die for.

It takes him a second to process he’s gotten this far. “Thanks,” he says. When he does sit down, his knee nearly brushes past yours.

“And what brings you to this side of the party?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs—lie. “You seemed…uh, interesting?” As soon as the words come out they leave a bad taste in his mouth. Since when is he so bad at this?

“Interesting? Jeez,” you laugh, “And here I was thinking I had a cute boy approach me to flirt.” You brush your hair out of your face, looking off to the ocean as a distraction. The sun has long since set, but there’s still a twilight glow to the sky.

“Wait, wait—that’s not what I meant.” He shifts his body to face you, a hand hovering by your knee as if he needs that physical connection to make you hear him. “It came out wrong. I’ve just never seen you around, y’know?”

“I guess we have that in common, huh?”

He’s sure he’s already fucked this up, and he can’t help but curse himself for it. Hidden somewhere—maybe in your snarky tone, or your emerging smirk, he also thinks there’s a chance. “Yeah,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.” He has to shoot a look over to his friends, who are oh so attentive to this initial meeting. It would be too embarrassing to return so soon. “Did I fuck this up already? Should I leave?”

It’s your turn to observe him, now. The pensive look on his face, the fidgety hands, the toned arms. What’s the worst that could happen? “No, you can stay. We can start over if you’d like.” 

He nods his head, his muscles relax. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you agree, offering him your hand and your name.

“JJ,” he offers you in return, taking your hand in his for a respectable shake. This could work, he thinks. 

“Nice to meet you.” You smile and let go of his hand. He’s cute, you think.

“Nice to meet you, too.” His hand still buzzes even after touching you. “Do you live on the island?” Please say yes, please say yes. 

“Only in the summers I do. My grandparents’ house. I’m guessing you do, though?”

A piece of his heart drops, but not entirely. “Yeah—how’d you know?”

“It’s not the type of question someone asks if they’re only here for vacation; they usually just assume your stay is temporary too.” You shrug. “Just my experience.”

“Huh.” He nods his head as if you’ve bestowed upon him a revelation. “How long’ve you been coming here, then?”

“Oh, I can’t even remember. Maybe since I was five?”

“Really.” He can’t fight off the smile that emerges, and he doesn’t even know why. This isn’t any extraordinary conversation, this isn’t something he hasn’t done before, yet he’s more nervous than he’s ever been talking to a girl. “Where at?”

You smirk, instinctively turning your body towards him the slightest bit. Much like when he first sat down, your knees almost touch. “Not far from here, two miles tops, on the water. Why, you wanna stalk me or something?”

He smiles back at you. “No—”

“Really? Even though I’m interesting?” You start to think you’ll never get tired of teasing this boy, especially if it means seeing that smile and the dimple that follows.

He turns away and ducks his head down, hiding his embarrassment. “I thought you said we could start over?”

You make a thoughtful face as if you were mulling over his words, and you can feel his gaze on you. “I did say that, didn’t I? Hm, guess I forgot.”

“Guess so,” he agrees, leaning back and putting his weight into his arms. 

“Your turn to make it even.” You push lightly against his shoulder as you jest. God, those arms. “Where can I stalk you?”

“Uh…” He laughs to himself, embarrassment more genuine this time. His eyes shoot up to the sky to avoid yours. How much should he tell? “You, uh…you don’t want to know that.” And that’s already more than enough. He doesn’t do this—he shouldn’t, really. He knows that this is how bad decisions start, and from there comes even worse consequences.

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?” 

No answer. Sure, he’s had his share of girls over at The Chateau, but being poor isn’t necessarily something you throw at the nearest girl you’ve got your eye on. Especially, he thinks, not one with a smile like yours.

Your voice goes a bit softer, still curious. “Are you on The Cut?” You lean a little closer, dropping your head on the shoulder closest to him, nearly on his own. He smells of beer and the beach and a bit of amber. 

When he turns to face you, he’s not even six inches from kissing you. His jaw goes slack as he thinks over your question—which seems like the millionth of the night, and he’s sure he’d take a million more if time would allow—and his eyes work their way around your face, trying to burn it into his memory. If he tells you the truth, you might go, but he’s got a strong feeling that you’d find out about a lie. 

“I know we don’t even know each other,” you start, taking in a breath that seems to justify gazing at his lips for a little too long for only having met minutes ago, “But I’d hope you wouldn’t pin me as the type to judge.”

He scoffs, turning again to avoid the feeling in his gut when you hold eye contact—like you can read from him things he doesn’t know himself. “I didn’t pin you as anything, princess.” There’s an edge to his voice he doesn’t really mean, some spite in the name princess, and he curses himself again. This shouldn’t be so hard.

Before you give him a quip, you turn your eye to a group of teens, two boys and two girls, who seem to be watching you and JJ. They look at you, then to each other, point here and there, then giggle. You figure they notice your attention, because soon enough they’ve already stopped, instead stifling laughter amongst themselves. 

“JJ, I know I just said I’m not the type to judge, but I really hope those aren’t your friends over there watching us.”

This time, his heart does drop entirely. Is this a fucking joke? His first thought is that you're mistaking some nosy tourons for his flock, but lo and behold, those terrible four are his friends, and he sees for himself their scheming. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbles to himself. He gives you a sympathetic look, aware of how this might appear. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why they—they’re just really annoying sometimes.” He pauses his rambling for a moment to flip them off. “I know this looks bad, I get that—”

“Oh, it does,” you add, fueling the fire that is his panic. 

But then you’re laughing, joking about how panicked he looks, and he has another million questions to ask because why are you laughing when he looks like a fucking douchebag right now?

“I don’t really care, though, if it makes you feel better.” You lend him a smile as you check your watch. “I should be heading home, anyway.”

Fuck. “Why?” He knows how desperate he sounds, but he only just met you, and he’s already made a fool of himself. Twice.

You press your hands to your knees as you sit up. “It’s late, and I’ve got a curfew I already missed.” He’s wearing a pleasing look as you peer down on him, his hand wavering out to grab yours. “It was nice to meet you. Tell your friends I say hi.”

Why couldn’t he have talked to you earlier? He doesn’t think so much before doing it—he jolts up from his seat and grabs your hand, gently. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck am I doing right now? “Can I at least get your number?”

You take a few steps back, testing his reach and his adamance to keep you tethered for more. This could be fun. “No,” you chirp. “I don’t give my number to strangers.” You slip your hand from his and turn around, feet digging into soft sand as you make your escape, though you’re coy enough to give him a half-turn and a barely-there wave.

You’re ten paces away when he finally comes to his senses. “What if I want to see you again?” he calls after you, trying to make himself heard over the commotion (oh, how stupid it all is to him now) and the music playing (nobody wants to hear that, anyway). He feels a force gluing him in place, like you’ll disappear if he follows.

“You’ll figure it out!” you shout back over your shoulder. You pick up your pace, leaving JJ with nothing more than a silhouette to seek and a name to your face.

He’s stuck in place, mouth open as if he were to plead for you to come back. In his hand he swears he can still feel your touch, or the electricity you left behind, at least. He pictures how close you were, how he could’ve taken your lips in his, how he could’ve cradled your jaw in his hands and made him yours for that moment.

What the fuck just happened? What is he doing?

He quickly snaps out of this daze. He had your attention for—what, five minutes? Ten if he’s generous? This isn’t like him, to be caught up on another one getting away. That’s all it was: another one. He’s sure that he’ll find another girl another night, and he’ll forget whatever this was. Was—past tense, a good old friend. 

Running a hand through his hair, he takes in the breeze again before turning back to the pogues. There’s levity in his steps, his previous anxiety gone. He figures this is a good thing, in fact—he doesn’t need his summer marred by a relationship that isn’t even meant to be.

As JJ walks closer, Pope makes a face at him, lifting his hands by his shoulders in confusion. “What happened over there?”

JJ shrugs, offers little unrest. “Nothing, man. Talked her up a bit…” He trails off, casting an over the shoulder glance to your former location.

“And…?” Sarah continues.

Kie sips her beer and smiles to herself. “We tried to see what was happening—”

“Yeah, well that much was obvious—” JJ snaps, huffing as he sits next to Pope for being the least offensive of the bunch— “She saw you guys.” He snatches up a rock by his feet and turns it in his hands.

The group knows better than to push him when he’s like this—not when they want to enjoy the rest of the night, at least. John B, Sarah, and Kie resume their conversation about some touron group they'd witnessed earlier, and JJ finds himself filled with disinterest at the thought of listening, even on its periphery. He throws the stone back into the sand and takes a helping of beer when Pope offers it.

There’s an elbow nudging his side, followed by Pope’s voice. “You alright?”

He shrugs, makes a sour face. “Yeah, she was cool, ‘s all.”

Pope’s brows twist in confusion. “That girl you met?” He waits for the other to nod his head. “You get her name at least?”

JJ nods again. “Not like I’ll see her again. She said she’s been here every summer since she was little, and it was only now that I saw her.”

“So?” He pats JJ’s back, hard enough to hopefully knock some sense into him. “You wanna see her again, right?”

He takes a sip, shrugging again. “Not really.” Another sip, a glance to and fro. 

“I mean, odds are that you will eventually run into her, might as well be expecting it.”

He scoffs, lending Pope a smile to show his incredulity. “Odds are, I won’t. And I’d prefer to keep it that way.” He tilts his head back with his cup against his lip, downing the last of his beer and the taste of a fib. Or two. Or three.

JJ accepts that he drew the short straw for the night. All he has left of you is a name and a face and a feeling, and if he knew better, he wouldn’t press his luck. Because truthfully, the odds don't seem to be in his favor.

[kissorkill16]

I Didn't Have A Choice: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity learns the reason why Nicky was so obsessed with Mr. Peterson in the first place.

P.S., Art belongs to @ravenbrookz , this is a screenshot. This is also a continuation of @fazbearedits 's previous fanfics.

Nicky was running home from school, trying as best as he could to get away from all of the judgment stares and laughing kids.

He was having such a bad day today. He recently found out that Finch took a picture of his mental breakdown, and the principal didn't even do anything about it.

Everyone was laughing at him. But what about any of this was funny? Nicky was scared for his life, trying to warn his friends to stay away from Crowface and Mr. Peterson, but no one was listening to him. Like always.

No matter what Nicky said or did, he'd always be seen as one thing and one thing only. A brash delinquent who's obsessed with a troubled widow.

Nicky was suddenly startled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and immediately jumped back in shock. When he turned around, he saw Trinity.

"Hey.", she said. "Wait up."

Nicky's face turned to anger, and he started stomping away from her. It wasn't her using his words against him that was the problem, it was the fact that she did so little to defend him in the principal's office about the whole picture fiasco. He knew she wasn't trying to converse with him because they were friends or anything, she just wanted to know what he knew about Crowface.

"Hey! Nicky, it's me. Trinity. The girl who -"

"I know who you are.", he growled at her. "You're the girl who didn't even try to defend me when I was in a dire situation."

Trinity scoffed. "Dire? It's just a picture, Nicky. I'm sure it'll all blow over in a couple of weeks."

"And if it doesn't?"

Trinity didn't answer. She wanted to say something, but she just closed her mouth. She kept walking behind Nicky, not planning on stopping. Nicky picked up his pace and started running, turning in the direction of the back of a building. But as luck would have it, Trinity followed him there. Nicky clutched at his head and threw his hands at his hips.

"What do you want?", he asked, even though he probably already knew the answer.

"I just wanted to talk to you about what happened. Nicky, I'm worried about you. Everyone is.", Trinity replied.

"Oh are they?", Nicky asked her incredulously. "If they were really worried about me, then they would've defended me. If anyone was really worried about me, I would have at least one person on my side for fucking once in my life."

Trinity moved closer to Nicky and put a hand on his shoulder. "Nick, how about we calm down for a little bit."

"Calm down? Calm down?! Are you kidding me?! How can I be calm when I'm literally the most unlucky person alive right now?!", he snapped.

Trinity started shouting too. "Well I'm sorry, Nick. I'm sorry you're so unlucky, but some of us have bigger shit to deal with! We've all got bigger shit to deal with, and here you are being a selfish, delusional brat!"

Nicky's eyes could've turned red at that sentence. "SELFISH?! DELUSIONAL?! SURE, TRINITY, LIKE NO ONE'S EVER CALLED ME THAT BEFORE!!", he screamed. "I'm sorry if I'm selfish and delusional, but let's not forget the one who got trapped inside a psychopath's basement, for fucking weeks on end, with nobody to save him!"

"Let's not forget who thought it was a good idea to go in that house, knowing that he might possibly die!"

"Let's not forget who found me a way in!!"

"LET'S NOT FORGET WHO DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO DO THIS!! LET'S NOT FORGET WHO DRAGGED HER INTO THIS MESS BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WAS SO HUNG UP ON PROVING THAT SOME OLD GUY WAS A MURDERER!!"

Nicky took in a deep breath, and said "I just wanted someone to believe me, for someone to be on my side for once."

Trinity turned to leave. "Well congrats, Nick. You got me on your side, and now I'm dealing with another bullshit problem that's possibly worse than Mr. Peterson."

"How is your new situation my fault?"

"Because you dragged me into a rabbit hole that I can't seem to get out of now."

As Trinity was about to leave, she decided to say one last thing to her supposed friend. "You are delusional, and I was an idiot for ever helping you spy on someone to satisfy your stupid needs. I was an idiot for ever helping you get in that house -"

"I NEVER EVEN WANTED TO GO IN THAT HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT I DIDN'T HAVE ANY OTHER CHOICE!"

Trinity was absolutely taken aback by his outburst. "What're you talking about? What do you mean you had no other choice?"

Nicky felt tears pool in his eyes, and he reached into his backpack, and pulled out a missing poster and handed it to Trinity.

"This is Aaron and Mya Peterson. These are his children."

Trinity still didn't get it.

"Before you came to this town, I was the shiny new kid. I once lived in that house across the street from Mr. Peterson, and these two were the best people I've ever met. They immediately accepted me as their friend, welcoming me warmly into their home. I began to see them less like friends and more like siblings. Aaron was my favorite, he was my best friend. We shared so many interests together, and we pulled all kinds of elaborate pranks on people around town. We had a fairytale life,...but it all came to an end. Mrs. Peterson died in a car crash a few months after, and Mr. Peterson was beyond heartbroken. After the funeral, Aaron told me to never come back to that house, and I never understood why. I was distraught, losing the first friends I've made since I came here felt like being stabbed in the heart. A month went by before I ran into Mr. Peterson, nailing up missing posters with Aaron and Mya's faces on them. At that point, I was even more heartbroken, that I didn't come out of my house for weeks. It wasn't until I went across the street to check on Mr. Peterson that I knew something was wrong."

Trinity felt all the air drain from her lungs.

"Mr. Peterson was nailing a door shut, and from behind the door, I heard loud screaming and crying. Like someone was begging to be let out. That was the first time I snuck into his house. The air smelled awful, like a dead body. I checked everywhere around the house, and I didn't like what I saw. A butcher knife, all covered in blood, its shine covered in so much grime. Finally, when I made it to Aaron's room, I saw that the window was shattered, and on the glass was a large stain of dried blood. And under the window, I saw a note reading "I make bad things happen.", and it was at that moment where I thought that Mr. Peterson killed his kids, and he was falsifying a missing persons report to cover it up."

Trinity began biting her nails.

"I tried telling somebody. The police, my parents, the principal, anyone who ever knew Mr. Peterson, but no one believed me. Everyone thought I was the crazy one, that I was harassing an innocent man who lost his family. But I know what I saw! And they'd all have seen it too if they hadn't been so god damn blind!"

Trinity didn't want to ask, but she knew she had to, otherwise, Nicky would continue to be angry at her. "What about the basement? What'd you see in the basement?"

Nicky sat down on the ground, the tears in his eyes starting to drip out.

"It was horrifying, Trinity. This tall, shadow creature, and all I saw when I looked at it was fear. It took the form of two little girls, and begged me to play with them. When I refused, it started biting me and threatening to hurt me or kill me. So I knew if I didn't want to die, I had to play along with their stupid games.", Nicky sniffed. "I wanted to get out so bad. And when I finally did, I learned that no one had bothered to look for me. Not even my own parents, and the only time they show up is when I have a breakdown and embarrass myself and possibly them in front of the entire neighborhood."

Nicky started screaming in between sobs, feeling like he was choking. "Do you know how hard it is, Trinity? To feel like you have no other choice when your friends are possibly in danger, and there's only so much you can do to save them, and you end up failing miserably?! To learn that everyone in town was acting like it was a normal day while you were trying to survive being haunted by a demon?! To be humiliated in public for having a LITERAL mental breakdown, and having everyone laugh at you for it? No, you don't. Because you're not the one who got trapped in the basement."

After all of that rambling, Nicky took out the bag he wore over his head in the basement and put it over his head, finally breaking down and sobbing.

Trinity sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around him, softly whispering reassuring words into his ear, "I'm sorry, Nicky. I had no idea. All this time, I thought you were just an annoying and crazy kid who lived in Raven Brooks, but you were really only trying to save your friends. I'm so sorry, Nicky."

Nicky just kept sobbing into his bag.

Trinity didn't even care about Crowface anymore, or the fact that it was getting dark and her parents were probably starting to worry. All that mattered right now was making sure Nicky was okay.

[thecameronchronicles]

On Your Knees For The Pope

TW: smut. Language. Dom!Pope. 

SUMMARY: Your bratty behavior has corrections only one man can make you obey to. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED

hittin you with an ask for when MM is over hehehhe. i'm literally DYEINGGG for a Pope fic where his gf always acts super bratty and everyone thinks she's just like that in the bedroom but Pope knows that she's his good girl who turns all soft and pliant the second she's in his arms. could def be headcannons with JJ and Rafe 2

On Your Knees For The Pope

"Are you mad at me?" You asked as Pope closed the door to the back bedroom of The Chateau behind you. His eyes void of any emotion but that pensive silence you saw him as he analyzed some textbook. Only when they rose to you, you recognized his intent. It made your thighs clench as you knew what you were in for. 

"Do you have any idea the shit that I deal with when you have your little attitudes?" He asked, calm and collected with mischief behind his soulful stare. 

"They don't think you can be a good girl...they think you're just a little brat..." He stood in front of you by the time this sentence broke, his thumb brushing your bottom lip until it parted from your top, as he fixated on the new opening. 

"But you're a good girl for me aren't you baby?" You nodded quickly, desperate to end the need making your panties stick to your sex. 

"You know how to apologize to me when I have to defend you for being so immature, don't you?" You nodded. 

"So then why the fuck are you not on your knees?" You watched him grin as you dropped and tore at his belt. 

"Slow down, baby...you don't know how much shit I got today...you're gonna take me nice and slow so I don't have to think about believing them..." You nodded, fingering the button holding his erection away, before popping it through the slit and watching him spring against your cheek. 

"Had a feeling you were gonna be a bad girl tonight...should have known with this little bikini..." He snapped the top against your shoulder. "I wanted to take your nipples between my teeth in that hot tub and use that jet between your thighs until you saw stars, but instead, I have to teach you a lesson..." You groaned at the idea. "And you know if you're my good girl that you'll get your reward, right, baby?" You bobbed your head. 

"Good. Now no more leniency. You've already had enough...show me how sorry you are..." You pressed the precum onto your lips, licking it away as you kept your eyes to him. 

"Fuck..." He breathed before you began at his head. 

The skillset required to blow Pope Hayward's cock was a mix of angles and pressure as he was too big to swallow whole. Your toes curled to how he felt tearing through your insides and making you come hard enough to squirt, but your oral capacity could only take so much. And he knew this. Which was why you crafted the seduction and torment he favored. The slow start. The growing suction. The play of his balls as he began to know how good you took him. The vulgar words that came from him being able to fuck your throat without you tapping you. And finally the release on your tongue, ass, or tits before he uses that very release as lubrication you didn't need before he made you stain whatever surface he used for stability. 

John B's bed being the latest victim. You could already envision how he'd make you shake. Your pussy throbbing at the idea of his tongue and teeth in unison. 

"Do. Not. Touch. Yourself." He warned between breaths as you groaned. 

"If you keep whining and it makes me come down your throat, you're little ass is gonna be sorry..." He took a grip to your hair and took himself as hard and deep as you could handle as punishment, before finally releasing you for breath. 

"You are such a good girl following orders...but I think you like being punished. Making a mess on the floor...wanting me to blow down your throat so you can ride me..." You nodded with a whimper. 

"Yeah?" 

"Please..."

"Baby...you need to learn a bit of patience...take me deeper..." You obliged until leaving crescents on his ass by the indents of your nails. 

"Shit, you look so fucking good looking up at me like that...you trying to make me come?" You nodded as he groaned, throwing his head back and threading your hair before popping you off of him. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed for me. Work on your clit...I want you dripping..." He ordered, pulling a chair to the edge of the bed. He pulled your ankles until your ass barely hung on the edge, your feet at his shoulders. 

"So fucking pretty...makes me want to consider  only letting you off with a warning..." You gasped as he set two fingers inside of you, bending them immediately. 

"Do. Not. Come."

"Fuck, Pope your fingers..."

"I know baby, you're swallowing them...look at this mess...shit..." He groaned, "How am I gonna explain this to John B?" 

"That you taught me a lesson?" He grinned. 

"Oh baby, I haven't even started yet..." Your back arched as his words felt like a strum to your clit. Back and forth, circular, and rushed. The build without sending your thighs to tremble as he moaned and licked his lips at the sight. 

"I don't want to edge you, baby...but it's been all weekend of hearing their shit...but you're gonna take it like my good girl, right?"

"Yes, I promise..."

"Good...so stop..." You set your hands away as he wrapped his teeth around your clit, rocking a grip back and forth as you winced. 

"Shit, you taste so good...you get to ride my face for one minute, but if you come, I'm slapping your ass until you cant fucking walk-" you groaned and gushed against him immediately. 

"Baby..."

"I tried!" Suddenly you were pulled up by your hair as his fingers were fucking hard into you. 

"Oh,.but you didn't try hard enough, did you?"

"Oh fuuuuck..." You moaned as he added a third finger. The unholy sounds were the only sound between your winces and his scoffs as you rode off the bed and into his hand. 

"You don't wanna listen...you're gonna learn how that feels..."

"It's too much!"

He pushed his palm to your clitoral hood, stimulating your nerves as his fingers were relentless. 

"Come on then, baby...give me another one...be a good girl and listen"

"Ahhh....POOOOOPPPPPPEEEEE!" You winced, working against him as he kicked the chair behind him and you gasped. 

"Again!" He growled as you gripped the sheets , swearing and embarrassed as he just made you squirt and was eager for more. 

"Come on,.you wanna be a brat and hold out on me, huh?"

"Fuck no...I wanna come..."

"Then do it again....right here...come on..." You shook and gasped. 

"That's a good girl." Another spurt. Another squirt. Another please unanswered. 

"Please...I'm sorry..."

"More..." He ordered as you shrieked. "Yes! Yes, just like that...fuck yeah..." He fisted himself as you came in his cock with the recent spray. 

"Finish...." You struggled to go on your knees, weak and feigning focus as you ached and throbbed. 

"Finish me." He ordered as you downed him. 

"Make me come fast and I might even let you get one more..." You hurried down his shaft, swirling and pumping until he stood and thrust the back of your head into the bed. One hand in your hair and the other on the sheets behind your as he bent himself for stability. 

"I'm close baby...just a little bit more..." You nodded before he moaned. 

"I'm gonna have enough to paint your entire fucking body if I wanted...but.since you didn't wanna listen, I'm stuffing your throat instead, my bad girl...my good girl who knows to swallow my cum, right?" You groaned as he pulled and tightened before sending each rope down your throat in perfect condition. 

"Good fucking girl..." You wiped your bottom lip before he moved to the bed. 

"You get one more because you listened and then you go apologize looking just like this..." You nodded before feeling his mouth between your legs. The synchronicity of his tongue and fingers had you barreling through your overstimulation and to that countless orgasms as it ripped through your nerves and only his face. 

Everyone thought Pope was as compliant as you were rebellious, unaware how it differed behind closed doors. But you would be lying if you said you didn't love it. And you'd also be lying if you said you didn't do it on purpose for him to treat you in a way he once shied away from. 

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POPE HEYWARD MASTERLIST

@rafesmoon @maybankslover @puzziepoppin @gillybear17 @onclouds999@hopebaker @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4tangerine @slvtherinseeker @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @jjmaybanksangel @phildunphyisadilf

[maybanksbabe]

https://www.tumblr.com/maybanksbabe/722046911316623360/what-would-a-fight-between-rafe-and-psycho-look?source=share

Lowkey this sucks

Could the fight be about rafe swearing revenge on the pogues for 'killing' his dad? And psycho is like

"no princess will be mad and JJ is our friend" psycho gets up from her spot on the couch. Rafe sat her down and said the same thing Sarah called her last night. Only now threats are being made and psycho doesn't know what to do. What side she needs to take. She's looking out the window, away from rafe

"no he's your friend, princess is your friend, they are your friends not mine" rafe gets up as well, never taking his eyes off of her

"you and princess do things together outside of me and jj, you care about them I know you do" she turns around as soon as that lie escapes his mouth

"just because you're insane doesn't mean you could completely understand me" he's still facing her, but it's not like he sees her, but it's not like any other episode she's ever seen from rafe

"you can't kill our friends and your sister, I'm not letting you, especially when your sister is going through the same thing. You're not going to do anything to anyone and that's final" she feels hurt deep within herself, she's never liked that word. Too broad for her but it's a deep wound for her.

"oh please that brat never cared about my dad" he says that like she's just an inconvenience

"yours and Sarah's dad was never good, and besides it's not like he was perfect either" she dismisses the fact he should have said 'our' instead of 'my'. It probably an honest mistake

She knew she fucked up as soon as the last word left her mouth. She's not liking how quiet rafe is.

"we're not either psycho, but I'd still kill the people responsible if you ever got hurt, wouldn't you do the same?" He's looking at her so intensely, but still not like he really sees her, like she's not really there at all. Is this what other people see her and rafe when they give someone a death stare?

"rafe...not like this, not with them and it's not like we know everything right now" she's trying to talk to him slowly, like maybe she can bring him back down to earth instead of wherever he is now

"that's not what I asked" he's not budging

Psycho doesn't know what to say for a second

"I would do it in a heartbeat, pogue kook touron I don't give a fuck, I would do anything for you so why can't you do the same" she's trying to keep calm, but everyone knows she doesn't like being told what to do

"rafe you know I would but I'm not letting you kill them, I would do anything for you but not this please rafe" she's getting desperate for this situation to de-escalate, but she can't ignore that familiar feeling, the one she's trying to get rafe to let go of in this exact moment, so he can calm down and they can talk probably about what's going on

"if you can do anything for me why not him? I'm basically him now, I've got tannyhill, I've got the business, I've got you. He's me and I'm him, so why can't you do this for him? If not him for me" he's looking off to the side, he's growing more and more out of control, like a tornado, hot and cold winds chasing each other around and around, destroying everything in it's path

"rafe you're nothing like him" ward was a terrible person, rafe and her just need a little bit of help. That's all, she thinks. Like sweets said, they're just sad and a little angry. There's still hope for them. For him

"yes we are psycho" he's looking at her, he's got a ghost of a smile on his lips

"we?" She's stunned, ward Cameron and her have nothing in common. Rafe and ward Cameron are two completely different people

But all three of them believe violence is love.

And then that's when shit goes down hill. Maybe psycho mentions peterkin, rafe mentions her colorful past as well

HOW COULD YOU SAY THIS IS BAD?!?! ANON I HAD A KNOT IN MY STOMACH READING THIS HOLY SHIT -

The way Psycho recognises that feeling she's trying to talk Rafe down from, the fact that actually this might be the first time she's a little intimidated by him and the way he's so unmoving on the subject?!?

I just know it's gonna get really messy really quickly after they start throwing things in each others faces like Peterkin and Psycho's past 😵‍💫🙃😭

[moon-catto]

Can I request Gojo x reader where they both r teachers in JJ High? Due to some phenomenon a young final year high school Gojo comes in their time and now he is after the reader because she had been her gf since high school first year. The present Gojo doesn't want to share reader even with his younger self and they both are fighting over her like kissing her randomly , snatching reader away and all. At the end of two days the phenomenon reverses and young Gojo goes back and Gojo is relieved whereas y/n is still in shock

Double Trouble

Summary: Because of a strange curse phenomenon, the 17 years old Gojo Satoru is stranded in the future and meet with his future self and future you.

Warning: fluff, hurt/comfort.

A/N: Thanks for this cute idea! Having one Gojo is already a handful, but two Gojo... I think everything will be a pure chaos skskks also pardon me for leaving you waiting so long. I hope you enjoyed this one like I do!

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In Y/N’s house.

The tranquil atmosphere in your house immediately interrupted by the sudden loud sound coming from your front door being smashed open by a six feet tall man with white hair.

“Y/N, My darling, where are you?!” he shouted in panic and goes running into your home after hastily removed his shoes.

“Y/N—” he stops mid sentence at the sight of you, currently chilling on the couch with... His younger self?

*Cue the dramatic violin music*

A gasp escaped his lips. His mouth went agape, as he found himself unable to make any comment related to this strange sight.

“... I know you love me too much, but having a clone of me is—”

“Sit down before I broke your kneecaps, Toru.” You warned with a heavy sigh. Your fingers rubbed your temple because you can sense a headache coming at you in the next moment.

The older Satoru walked to the couch hesitantly, like a cat analysing its’ surrounding. The younger Satoru also mimicked his gesture, his eyes squinted behind the iconic circular sunglasses of his, he’s being wary at the unexpected arrival of a new possible enemy.

“Where did you get this from?” He curiously examined the younger Satoru’s face and he hissed like a mad cat at Satoru’s continuous attempt to poke him. “It looks very realistic, ah— it can be mad too.”

“I’M NOT AN IT!”

“Please sit down first, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

“So that’s what happened.” Surprisingly, the present Satoru is having a decent reaction at this situation. You’d expect him gave you a bit more chaotic response, but seeing him calm like this helped you to think clearly too.

“I think I know what happened.” He said, and it irked both you and the younger Satoru’s interest.

Before he can explain, there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.” You half yelled, the door can be heard swung open.

“Y/N, I heard you’re having a problem —” Nanami walked to your living room and completely stopped in his track.

Both Gojos looking at him with surprised Pikachu’s face.

“NANAMIN!”

Young Gojo approached him. Looking him from every angle possible. “Dang, your adult version is so fine!”

His glasses cracked.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t think I can help you with this.” He fixed his crooked glasses and spare no glance at Gojo’s attempt to stop him.

“Wait, Nanami—”

The door slammed shut.

Darn it, now you lost a possible ally to solve this whole charade.

“I think he’s still have the trauma from high school after seeing my younger self.” The present Gojo said.

“Whose fault is that?” you gave him a glare.

“This brat’s fault.” He shamelessly pointed at the younger Gojo.

“My fault? You and I are literally the same person.”

“And? I’m better than you, obviously.”

“I always wanted to know what my future self looks like, but now I’m scared to grow up.”

“Listen here, you little piece of shi—"

“Alright, that’s enough.” You cut them off by standing between them. “Now that Nanami is out, we have to find way to return Satoru back to the past.”

“Why are you troubling yourself for him?” Satoru made a disgusted expression at the thought you’re spending more time with that brat. “He can find his own way back.”

“Who are you to decide on that? Huh?” The young Satoru clearly doesn’t show any signs to back down. He sticks his tongue out, a signature move of his.

“What are you? Five? Do you need help to go back to your home, little boy~?” Satoru taunts, putting his intimidating pose but it seems useless judging from how unbothered young Satoru is.

“Satoru, be nice.” You elbowed him but he used the momentum to pull you to his side. His lips found way to yours, he only let go after you bite his lips in retaliation.

“You see, infant. This beautiful woman right here is my girlfriend. And she, whatsoever, doesn’t have any obligation to help you—ugh!” you stepped on his foot to stop him from rambling bullshit.

“I am your girlfriend, but I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” You hissed and young Satoru lets out a loud “Oooooooooh! Burnt!”

“BUT BABY —”

“Shush!” you covered his lips with your palm. “Silence. If you don’t want to help, then fine. I’ll look for ways alone.” You took your coat and looked at young Satoru. “Come with me.”

Satoru’s face lit up at that. “Okay!” He quickly moved to your side and made sure to stick his tongue to other Satoru when you hold his hand.

Ah, Satoru never been this hurt before. He feels like crying and throwing tantrum. “You choose him over me?!”

“Stop being annoying and maybe I’ll consider.” You said before leaving with young Satoru.

The first place you visited is the Shizuoka train station where you met young Satoru. With his hand in yours, you made way to the bustling train station.

Satoru is quiet all the time, which concerns you.

“Are you okay?” you looked at him and caught him staring at you red handed. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m not—”

Rumble~

“.....”

“Let’s eat first, shall we?” you chuckled at his red face. His grip on your hand tighten slightly.

“... Okay...”

You quickly bring him to eat at a diner near the train station.

“I don’t need this much—” He complained when you ordered him bunch of foods. Bowls of hot foods served on the table in front of you.

“You need to eat more.” You hand him his chopstick and hand him the hot udon. “You’re so thin, Satoru.” He can sense the worry in your voice. Your concerned pretty face looking at him doesn’t help either.

His cheeks blushed before he digging on his food.

You smiled at his silent obedience. In high school, you used to think teen Gojo is menacing. With his height and immaculate strength, his existence demands respect from others.

Seeing him eating a bowl of udon right now, you realized that he’s nothing more but a young student. You knew this before, but the realization hits harder all the same.

He carried such burden from a young age. You sympathize with him, the selfish adults around him used him as a shield and ignore that he is a human himself. He may look perfect, but deep down is numerous scars and untold dark thoughts clouding in his mind. It’s amazing that he’s coping until now.

You put your hand on his head.

“?” he looked at you.

“Eat well.” You ruffled his hair gently. He should hate you for ruining his hair, but he found himself nodding. Melting from the warmth gesture you gave him.

Bowl by bowl, he finished every bowl and not leaving any bits of rice.

“Good work!” you ruffled his hair again.

“We haven’t done anything yet...”

“This is part of the work!” you told him. A smile adorned your face and made him smile too. “You can never—”

“Work well with empty stomach.” He finished your sentence. “I know. You always tell me that, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You acted like my mother more than my actual mother, you know.”

“Ah, I used to nag you a lot, don’t I?” you rubbed your neck in embarrassment.

“I don’t mind.” He shook his head gently. “I think it’s your way of caring for me.”

Is Satoru always this mature? You’re so used to his clown side, you forget that he’s actually capable of thinking these kinds of things.

“Let’s go to the train station now.” He offered his hand to you which you accept happily. His hand feels so warm on yours.

“Okay.”

“Isn’t that count as cheating?” Satoru sulked to Nanami as they watched both of you exited the restaurant while holding hands.

“She cheated on you, with your younger self?” Nanami doesn’t know why Satoru dragged him here. This stupid giant suddenly teleported to his office and pull him here in the next second. He should be kicking his ass right now.

“Does that make this as auto-cheating? You know, like autobiography where people write about themselves.”

“Enough, they’re getting farther.”

“Ah! We should move too!”

“You should move. I’m going back to school.”

“Nanamin!”

You explored the area where you met Satoru. You were trapped inside a half domain expansion of a special grade curse and met him.

“I think the domain expansion connected the past and the future.” You told him.

“That makes sense. The curse I fought here is able to manipulate time.”

“How so?”

“I think I was trapped inside the domain expansion for a day, but the date in my phone remains unchanged.” He showed you his flip phone and observe the date.

“So it stopped the time inside its’ domain expansion.”

“I figured.” He played with his flip phone, the snorlax keychain dangling with his movement.

“... He still have that keychain.” You muttered.

“Who?”

“Your future self. He still keeps that keychain.”

“.... That means he has kept it for eleven years now.”

“Hehe, that seems to be the case.” You giggled.

“He seems to love you so much.” He said, calmly.

“I’m stuck with him.”

“So what about you?” he stopped in his track. “Do you still love him like you did to me in high school?” he asked, but this time you noticed the insecurity seeped in his tone.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I’m curious as to why you’re still with me, even after eleven years.” He said. “Because it’s hard... to love me.”

Ah...

“I’m worried if you will be bored of me.” He said with a solemn smile. “I can’t love you like the way normal people do, after all.”

He’s still seventeen years old, you reckon but his thoughts is already this heavy.

“Are you afraid you’ll lose me?”

Afraid is a strange word to him. He shouldn’t be related to that word, but the quick thumping of his heart tells him otherwise. Maybe he is indeed afraid. Of falling in love, with you. When he falls deeper, will you be there to catch him?

“Yes.”

“Don’t be.” You pinched his cheek lovingly. “I love you for who you are. I don’t care if you’re unable to love me like normal people do, i always love the way you love me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Because I think you are worth the hardships and everything.” You smiled at him. “I loved you in the past and I continue to love you more now.”

His eyes widens at your confession. What is this? This tingling feelings, he feels so full that he wants to cry. You made him feel similar thing when you agreed to be his girlfriend before. He’s falling deeper for you, and he’s not scared of falling now.

“You can’t take back your words.” He says, his hand holding your pinkie finger with his. “I’ll marry you. I definitely will make you my wife.”

His words amused you. Your grin widens at his sincere and eager proposal. Too sweet, you couldn’t contain your smile. “I’ll wait for the ring, Satoru.”

In the end, you can’t find anything. Despite the failure, you think you earned something far more valuable today.

“Welcome home, cheater.” The old Satoru stood in the middle of the living room with arms crossed.

“Glad to see you too, Satoru.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the kitchen.

Satoru is still mad that you chose his other self rather than his oh-so-perfect self, but he’s content. You didn’t see it, the way his lips curled into a gentle smile while his finger traced the skin you have kissed.

“You better treat her well.” His attention is shifted towards his younger self. Currently frowning and glaring at him. “Or I will kick your ass directly myself.”

The present Satoru is rather delighted at the threat. “Don’t worry, she is my queen. I don’t plan to treat her lesser than that.”

“Good.”

“I should said the same to you.” He leaned closer to flick his forehead. “You shouldn’t wait for too long to propose her.”

“I’m planning to propose her after I got back.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Satoru chuckled. “Buy a nice ring for her, won’t ya?”

“What are you talking about?” you shouted from the back. “Help me make dinner!”

“What did you told him?” you asked Satoru. His younger self magically disappear after saying goodbye to you the next day. You believed that the curse in the past already been exorcised, so the flow of the time became normal— thus the young Satoru automatically came back to his time.

“What?”

“I don’t remember buying this ring.” You showed him a gold ring on your annular finger. “And we’re engaged now? I don’t know what’s happening now.”

“I see that he’s keeping up with his word.” He muses before he gave you a kiss on the lips.

“... What are you scheming, Satoru?”

“Definitely not something bad. Come on,” he pulled you to the backyard in his house.

“Satoru, I swear if this is one of your prank—” your words are stopped as soon as you saw the flower arrangement in the backyard, people you knew are there wearing suits and dresses.

“Nanami? Shoko? Eh, Utahime too?”

“Took you both so long.” Yuuji groaned. “Man, I almost ate the cake.”

“Cake??? What is going on?” you noticed that you’re still in your pajama and immediately panicked. Satoru is wearing his usual blue shirt and dress pants, more appropriate than your attire. “Satoru, let me change first—”

“No can do, sweetheart. Everyone is waiting for us now.”

“Satoru—” he continues to lead you to the centre of the backyard. “What is happening?”

Satoru doesn’t give you any explanation. He stood there with a rather nervous smile on his face. “I’m fulfilling my promise to you.”

“Huh?”

“Remember when you took my younger self to the train station yesterday?”

You nodded.

“Remember what he said?”

“He asked me about my feelings and— Oh...”

Satoru kneeled in front of you. He pulled a red box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a gold ring with a delicate diamond on top of it. “Y/N—“

“Oh, God. Are you serious right now?” you began to tearing up when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you marry me?”

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[notanotherreidgirl]

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Hi! Hello! Welcome!

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You can find all my Spencer x Reader fics below. They’re mostly Fem!Reader.

Requests: Open/Closed - accepting for blurbs and fic requests. If you send a concept please state whether or not you want me to do a fic/blurb on it otherwise I will just react. Thx!

As a note, I don’t write non-con, dub-con, more intense BDSM, omorashi, omegaverse, race play, slave!aus, underage content, self-harm, weapons play (ex. knife play), unsub!Spencer, actual people (MGG in this case), unhappy/sad endings

Upcoming works!!

Okey-dokey, here ya go: 

Lanie’s 1K Celebration/Masterlist

SFW

Dad!Spence concepts: Just a little self-indulgent list of how I think he would be as a dad

It’s Doctor: Spencer stands up for Reader against a disrespectful police sheriff

Lesson Plans: Spencer’s TA helps him organize his class all while developing a crush on him, little do they know that he feels the same way

Lukewarm Is No Good: Spencer finally tells Reader how he feels when he finds out she’s going to get married

On Being Mrs. Reid Collection

I Love You This Much: Being married to a profiler is no easy feat - Reader struggles with Spencer being away all the time

Make You Feel My Love: Spencer makes changes for the better as he starts to see himself as a husband and father first

So This Is Love: Spencer comes home late after a case to find Reader has stayed up for him

More Than A Memory: Spencer doesn’t want to forget you

NSFW (no minors please and thank you)

Blurb Masterlist: Short, smutty little concepts requested by all you lovely people

Patience is a Virtue: Reader lets Spencer, her TA, know how she feels after a whole semester of tension. 

Break My Rules: Reader and Professor!Reid have office sex

Strip: Months of teasing finally comes to an end over a game of strip poker

K-I-S-S-I-N-G:  Spencer doesn’t recognize a song JJ was singing and Reader helps him out

Truth or Dare: Virgin!Spencer feels nervous about being with an experienced Reader and she puts his worries to rest.

Let’s Get Physical: Reader has a little fun with Spencer when he has to wear a Holter monitor

Just Gimme Them Babies Collection

Surprise: Reader has some exciting news for Spencer

Baby Fever: Reader convinces Spencer to have another baby

Mommy Kink Collection

Mommy’s Here: Spencer can’t control himself around Reader so she decides to do something about it

Wake Me Up: Morning sexy times

Dreams Come True: Spencer is a tease and Reader teaches him a lesson

I’ve Got You: Reader and Spencer try something new

No Strings Attached: Spencer and Reader’s no strings attached relationship starts developing some pesky strings

Why Don’t You: Spencer is being a brat at work so Reader puts him in his place

Make You Mine: Reader gets jealous and reminds Spencer of who he belongs to

Extracurricular: Professor Reid is being a brat so reader puts him in his place

Ruin Me: Spencer has been very needy and bratty so Reader teaches him a lesson

Trop Difficile d’Attendre (Too Hard to Wait): Spencer’s punishment is a week without coming

We Shouldn’t: Reader hears virgin!spencer moaning her name through the walls of her apartment

Series

Mommy & Ma’am (NSFW): Everyone has a devil and an angel sitting on their shoulders. For Dr. Reid, they’re both in his bed. 

Thanks for checking out my work! I think it goes without saying that likes, reblogs, comments and messages (on or off anon) are very much appreciated! If you let me know what you like then I’ll know to write more of it.

<3 Lanie

[artsyfangirl]

Mama!Y/n facts

Y/n has 3 tattleBabies. Yellow - Lemon, Purple - Leo, Blue - Clyde

Babies say Y/n is the ”BEST PARENT EVER!!!”

Y/n hums. a lot,

Y/n makes their own and their babies clothes <3

Babies don’t wear shoes and Y/n wears mostly mary janes or no shoes also

Leo is fucking feral. and by feral i mean, Pounces on you and fucking tries to attack you.

y/n has a nest full of plastic eggs and snacks

Y/n perfers not to attack trasspassers. They don’t wanna make a bad example :(

I was actually about to say that Leo looks like a little shit before I read what you said about him being feral. Looks like we’re on the same page.

And yeah, with kids like THOSE? You HAVE to set a good example. Not like it’s gonna stop Leo from jumping the poor bastards…

And the bois simp so hard. Literally MILF/DILF/PILF. They are ON THEIR KNEES. PLEASE. JUST ONE CHANCE. Oh god, Eric wouldn’t be able to function around Mama!Y/N. He wouldn’t. Like me with a few of my fictional crushes (AKA Time, Malon, Twilight, Rosemary, Jack, Michael, etc.)

The poor boy couldn’t do anything. And the little ones are lookin’ at ‘im like, ‘We know’ with Leo being all like, ‘don’t you dare do a thing, you little shit’.

JJ would… oh he’d be head over heels, more obviously than most of the others cus of the whole ‘silent movie’ thing. Poor guy.

YANCY WOULD BE JUST- OH MY GOD. HE JUST- I CAN’T, THERE ARE NO WORDS.

Damien is fucking SWEATING. Is it hot in here? YES HE KNOWS HE’S IN A SNOWY WASTELAND SHUT UP. LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE.

Celine is also awestruck. She immediately decides to team up with Y/N. Power couple of the century. And yes, she’s fully aware of her brother having a crisis over there, he’ll be thanking her later for setting them up with Y/N.

Actor can’t. Fucking. SPEAK! Which is kind of important when you’re an actor, at least, one from his era. Be careful, Y/N, and keep the tykes away too, his handle on his powers isn’t the best right now, to say the least.

The Host is mumbling so much no one can tell what’s going on over there. He’s ascended to Izuku Midoriya levels of muttering. And yes, he’s muttering, not speaking, cus he doesn’t want to freak Y/N out or draw attention to himself.

Wil literally just sticks to Y/N like glue, ignoring the jealous glares of the other Egos and the glares from Leo. He literally is the only Ego that can weasel his way into the heart of any Y/N. He is immune to the boundaries that the others face. So take that, Dark!

Dark, speaking of, is uh- well, he’s in conflict alright. One of his aberrations (as I’ll call them for now) is all over the place, and the other is just… chill. Kinda. Not hiding the fluster very well. Poor guy.

He’s so used to being the composed one but now, since SOMEONE (coUgH Damien coUgH) can’t handle himself (Dark’s redirecting the blame, yes it is partially Dame’s fault for not being able to compose himself but also Dark’s fault for being insanely flustered himself), now he’s a mess.

AND EVERYONE CAN SEE. EVEN THAT LITTLE SHIT THAT’S BEEN GLARING AT EVERYONE SINCE THEY ARRIVED. Though… he will admit, the brat has been glaring at Mark rather nastily (the most nastily out of all of them) this whole time, so maybe he’s not as bad as Dark thinks.

Celine responds in ‘headspace’, ‘nope, he’s just a little shit who wrecks everything and sees Mark as the biggest competitor’. Well, there goes that hope.

Anti is metaphorically slipping on everything. Like he’s stepped on a banana peel in a cartoon. He tries to be all intimidating, but then it just. Fails. Utterly. He’s getting so frustrated, he starts glitching out a bit more than usual.

Marvin is more thankful than EVER that he has his mask. Cus it’s sure comin’ in handy. Other than that, I think he’s probably fine. Slips up a bit sure, but mostly fine.

Jackie is also glad to have a mask. For some reason Leo keeps glaring at him the most, not sure why. Perhaps it’s the brat’s inner ‘law abider’ radar.

Schneep is just- so tired. Can someone please escort him out? He can’t deal with this right now. He’s too mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Chase is more sympathetic, but is also really flustered. He gets along well with the kids though, even Leo, strangely enough.

Also, Wil is obsessed with the fact that Y/N makes their and their children’s clothes by hand. JJ finds it charming too. And this discovery just makes Damien’s situation even worse.

The man is so flustered that if you saw him, you would swear that his body heat was melting the snow around him. Celine just looks at her brother and’s just like, ‘yup, this is my brother, everyone, this right here. This useless (affectionately) man. Can’t even get a S/O. Pathetic (affectionately)’.

Engineer is the most shameless simp of them all. Even Yancy can’t hold a candle to this man. This man is truly SHAMELESS. Just please, please. Remember, this guy is a Mark, after all. Of course he shares the love of big people. (Ahem, remember Mark’s reactions to Lady Dimitrescu, everyone)

He would do anything. Please.

[sodasback]

Let Go

Reposting Let Go from my deleted accounts. Minor edits made.

JJ Maybank x Reader

Just SMUT. Real filthy smut.

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content. Cursing. All consensual. 18+

JJ got a gig cleaning pools on Figure 8 for the summer. And your family had a pool. Ergo, JJ was at your house every couple weeks cleaning your pool.

Of course, you knew JJ Maybank. He was the gorgeous bad boy Pogue every girl swooned over. And JJ Maybank knew you too. You were the Kook man-eater, currently on the arm of none other than Rafe Cameron. And sure you and Rafe had a good time together and you loved how possessive he was over you, but you both knew deep down your relationship was all about status. You were the ultimate young power couple of Figure 8.  

You and JJ, on the other hand, despised each other. …but like many have said, there’s a thin line between love and hate. And the truth was: you and JJ hated each other because you wanted what the other seemed to have.

You wanted to be free. Free of the obligation and the standards and the suffocating expectations. And JJ wanted to feel secure and cared for. Fuck, he just wanted to know where his next meal was coming from and what roof he was gonna sleep under without getting yelled at.

Right now, JJ was standing shirtless and sweaty with perfectly messy wet hair as he used the net to get crap out of the pool at your house while you were coming home from a day of waxing, tanning, manicures and pedicures.

You saw JJ and decided your day just hadn’t had enough excitement in it yet.

“Hey pool boy” You called to him with the perfect amount of flirtation and snobbery. JJ looked up at you. 

“You missed a spot.” You said, pointing to the leaves that were in the pool near you. He walked over to you with his usual cocky, Kook-hating attitude.

“Yeah, so did whoever sprayed that fake tan on you.” He retorted back, gesturing to a blotchy spot on your hip exposed by your cropped tank top.

You looked down at it, “Fuck!” you cursed, causing JJ to laugh as he scooped the leaves out of the pool.

“Shit, money can buy you everything, can’t it Y/L/N?” JJ asked casually, “Fake hair, fake tan, fake nails. Is anything about you real?” He asked looking down at your bare cleavage pushing up through your top.

“There’s only one way for you to find out.” Your was voice dripping in sex and JJ looked at you in shock, not expecting your answer as his lips parted slightly, exactly the reaction you wanted.

“...too bad I don’t date stoner surf bums though.” You shrugged.

And JJ regained the composure he lost for a second as he leaned the net against the wall and turned back to face you.

“Yeah, you prefer psychotic, spoiled coke addicts, right?” He narrowed his eyes down at you and you glared at him.

“He doesn’t do that shit anymore.” You stated definitively, referring to Rafe’s drug habit.

JJ snorted and nodded at you, “Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night princess. …But I did literally just see him doing lines and drinking cocktails when I was cleaning the Cameron’s pool today.”

You felt disappointed, hurt and angry at this news. Because 1. Rafe canceled plans with you today to do “something important” for his dad and 2. You also knew Rafe wouldn’t usually drink and get high by himself, so you were pretty sure JJ was leaving part of the story out. 3. Rafe promised he wasn’t using coke anymore.

“You know he’s an asshole, right?” JJ asked, wanting you to admit you were a better person than your reputation made you out to be.

You were quiet as you internally acknowledged that JJ was right.

Without an answer from you, he sighed, “But I guess… superficial Kook princess like you will tolerate just about anything to make mommy and daddy happy with that Cameron last name.” He shrugged.

You smirked at this, “You almost sound a little jealous, Maybank.”

JJ scoffed, but you continued taking a step towards him as he held his ground. “I mean, I may not be some desperate tourist or some grungy surfer chick, but I know you think I’m hot.”

JJ broke eye contact with you and shook his head, opening his mouth to object but you took another step towards him and you could hear his breathing falter slightly as he looked back at you. So now you were ready to lie and say the thing you needed to say to get what you and JJ both desperately desired.

“And I know you wanna fuck me.” You said dangerously, taking another step so you and JJ’s bodies were almost touching, running a finger down JJ’s bare abs, making him shiver before you looked up at him, “But you’re scared. You’re scared that you wouldn’t live up to Rafe Cameron because you’re just a dirty, little Pogue from The Cut and-”

“Shut the fuck up.” JJ commanded through gritted teeth as he grabbed your hips and pushed you roughly against the wall of the pool house. You gasped and your eyes widened.

You and JJ both knew you said what you said to get to this point: You looking up at JJ with a little fear in your eyes as your heart raced and your core clenched. And JJ looking down at you like a wolf trapping his prey as he pressed your body firmly into the wall behind you with a harsh grip on your hips. He stepped in closer to you, pressing his body into your’s to keep you in place as he lifted one hand to grip your chin and smush your cheeks a little bit.

“You run that little mouth of your’s so much and no one ever puts you in your fucking place.”

You let the shock of JJ actually making this move leave as quickly as it came and you pushed back against JJ’s chest with your hands and tried to push his arm away from your face, not wanting to give in so easily. But JJ wrestled with your squirming body and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them on either side of your head. You huffed in frustration.

This caused you both to smile at each other, knowing this is what you wanted. But just in case, JJ loosened his grip on your wrists ever so slightly and looked in your eyes seriously for a second, “Hey, you want this right? Say ‘red’ if you actually wanna stop, yeah?” He asked. You looked in his eyes and nodded.

“Like how far do you want me to take this?” He checked one more time.

“Anything JJ” You told him. And he still looked unsure. “I’ll say ‘red’ if I want you to stop, promise.” And he searched your face for a second, then nodded at you sweetly before he smirked going right back “into character.”

His grip on your wrists tightened as he moved them further above your head so he could hold both of them with one hand and move his other hand to squeeze your chin and cheeks again.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you look at me. You think I don’t, but I know you open your window whenever I’m here cleaning the pool, so you can catch a glimpse of me. Or even when you’re with your douche boyfriend and see me on the street. You think I don’t see the double take you do?” He said and you tried to turn your head away from him, but he firmly turned your chin so you’d look at him again. JJ moved his grip to your jaw so you could talk.

“If you noticed all that, that means you were looking at me too. At the beach, you stare at me in my bikini. And I saw you at Boneyard parties watching me dance with my friends.” You told him.

JJ just narrowed his eyes at you, knowing he had gotten caught too. You slipped one of your wrists free and grabbed JJ’s wrist to move his hand from your jaw. But he overpowered you and pinned your arm to your side.

“So if you’ve wanted this for such a long time, why are you still fighting it? Are you this much of a fucking brat for Cameron?” JJ asked, still looking in your eyes before he moved next to your head to whisper in your ear.

You closed your eyes feeling his hot breath hit your ear as he continued, “I think it’s because, unlike me, we both know, he doesn’t give a fuck if he makes you feel good.”

JJ pressed a small kiss just below your ear and then nibbling and sucking on your earlobe causing you to let out the smallest whimper you couldn’t hold back.

“You know I’m gonna make you feel better than he ever has, but you can’t admit that, even to yourself, so you’re gonna resist me as much as you can so you can feel like you aren’t betraying him and being a shitty girlfriend for letting a pogue, none the less, be the one to make you so wet.”

JJ continued, sucking on your neck just a little and speaking again, “And you get to run the show wherever you go and even if you won’t say it, you crave for someone to take control from you and put you in your place. For once, in your god-damned spoiled princess life, you want someone to not let you be in charge.” He finished as he pressed his body against your’s before checking your expression.

You chest was heaving up and down as you breathed heavily being way more turned on having JJ Maybank pin you against a wall than you cared to admit. You glared at him with a furrow in your brow. Then you surged forward. JJ released your wrists and you grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other as your lips crashed on his. JJ’s hand immediately went to the back of your upper thigh as he hitched one of your legs onto his hip. His other hand was squeezing your torso; his thumb sneaking underneath your bra and skimming the underside of your boob in the most aggravatingly teasing way possible.

Your mouths were already open, tongues wrestling each other, teeth hitting in the process. You jumped up and wrapped your other leg around JJ’s waist as he squeezed your legging-covered thighs.

After the initial surge of adrenaline, you both slowed down a little. You tugged at the roots of JJ’s hair and he groaned a little before biting your bottom lip and pulling away from you slightly, giving your thighs a hard squeeze at the same time.

When JJ released your lower lip, you pulled away from him, “Pool house.” Was all you said before your lips started moving against each other again and JJ walked through the door of the pool house, into the guest bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him as he nudged your head to the side to start leaving hot, wet open-mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck causing you to moan as he let your legs slide down his waist so you were standing again.

His hands gripped your hips as he kept working on your neck while he walked you backwards towards the bed. He gave you no space as you fell back onto the bed and he continued to crawl over you, now taking his time to suck your neck as he propped himself up with arm near your shoulder. The other hand massaging your hip.

“Maybank, no hickeys. …Rafe.” You said. And really you said it for both your sakes, knowing if Rafe found out who you cheated on him with, it wouldn’t be good for either of you, but worse for JJ for sure.

“I really don’t give a fuck.” JJ said as he continued leaving more hickeys along your neck just to spite Rafe even more.

“Take your top off.” JJ commanded.

You rolled your eyes and took your tank top off before JJ’s hand flew to your throat holding it with only slight pressure. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”  He said calmly and almost teasingly, which only made it that much more intimidating. He knew he was really pushing your limits of being told what to do.

So after the breath hitched in your throat, you just stared at him defiantly in a stand off. JJ raised his eyebrows expecting an answer from you, but you stayed silent, rubbing your lips together firmly, contemplating your next move so JJ snaked his fingers in your hair and slowly but firmly pulled, cranking your neck to the side and eliciting a sigh full of pleasure and pain to escape your now open mouth. “Fine.” You spat out.

JJ let out a dark chuckle. “You’re such a fucking brat. But you love this don’t you?” He asked before dipping a finger in your bra cup and pulling it down so your breasts were exposed to him.

He took a moment to admire them as he squeezed one before going down and swirling his tongue around your other nipple and biting at it lightly. He looked up at you, “You like to push back because you want me to show you how much stronger I am than you. You love being dominated, huh?”

You took a deep breath as JJ put his mouth on your boob and sucked a harsh hickey there, while his hand started playing with the waist line of your leggings teasing you. “You love feeling helpless underneath me?”

He snuck his fingers underneath your leggings and your lace thong but didn’t move further yet, “Answer me.”

And with the anticipation of JJ finally touching you where you need him, the answer easily fell from your lips “Yes” you breathed out.

“Good girl” JJ praised as he ran his fingers through your folds. You let out a pained breath at finally being touched but JJ also saw the way your mouth twitched like you were going to object and then stopped.

JJ chuckled. “You don’t usually like being called a good girl. But you wanna be my good girl, don’t you?” He asked gently stroking your clit, causing you to close your eyes and open your mouth.

Then, JJ abruptly plunged a finger into you, “Don’t you?” He asked more sternly this time.

“Fuck! Yes.” You answered.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be. Take off your leggings and your bra and get on your knees.” JJ said as he quickly pulled his fingers from you. And stood up from the bed.

You sat up on the bed and gaped at him as he smiled at you evilly. He knew he was really pushing your limits, but he also knew it was only turning both of you on even more.

“Seriously JJ?!” You asked getting mad about all the teasing.

When you didn’t immediately get up and follow JJ’s orders, he came over and put his hand under your chin as he pulled your lower lip down with his thumb, “Don’t make me tell you twice, sweetheart.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but grabbed his wrist as his thumb released your lip, to pull yourself up from the bed.

JJ took a step back as you stripped down to just your thong. You smiled, catching him indulging himself drinking in your naked body.

“Knees” he reminded you. And before you could even do it, JJ said, “Don’t even think about rolling your eyes.” You gathered all your strength to not be bratty back with a deep breath as you got on your knees in front of JJ.

As much as you had a love-hate relationship with the way JJ was teasing you, being in this position, on your knees in front of him, only made your panties that much more drenched. Your hands wasted no time going to his swim trunks and pulling them down releasing his cock as it slapped up against his stomach. Your mouth was practically watering.

JJ ran a hand through your hair, “Is my good girl desperate to have me in her mouth?”

“Are you gonna keep making me answer questions this whole time or are you gonna let me suck your dick?” You asked bluntly.

JJ smiled, but harshly pulled your hair eliciting a whiny “ow” from you.

“For once, you need to work for everything you get and you need to be the one not in charge Y/N. And then I’ll make you feel better than any guy ever has. But you have to be good.”

“What if I’m not?” you asked innocently, tilting your head to the side.

JJ smiled, “Then there’s just gonna be more pain with your pleasure.” He said simply and then added, “But I’m learning you’d probably like that too. You’re dirtier than I thought. You like being a little slut, huh?”

You contemplated. Wondering if you should give in to JJ or keep resisting.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Mhmm”

He smiled down at you knowing he had won a little. He pumped his cock a few times. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, JJ” you breathed out.

“Tell me how much you want it. Work for it.”

You gathered more strength and finally decided to fully submit to JJ’s whole power dynamic.

“JJ please, I want your cock down my throat.” You said, placing your hand below his, around his cock.

“Put your mouth on it baby.” He encouraged. And you licked your lips before running your tongue along the underside of it. JJ took a sharp inhale and gathered your hair in a ponytail as you wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue around the head. You took more of him in your mouth sucking as your hand pumped the rest.

“Fuck Y/N.” JJ groaned and threw his head back. Your head bobbed up and down on his length as saliva started to drip down your chin just a little. Each time you went down, you took a tiny bit more of him into your mouth. One hand now running your nails along his thigh.

Finally, you took all of JJ in your mouth and his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Fuck” JJ cursed again. He let you be in control for a few moments longer before he couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth.

“Ahh you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N. You take my cock so well.” He told you as he hit the back of throat repeatedly. “Touch yourself baby. Is choking on my cock making you wet?”

You slid your fingers through your painfully throbbing cunt and opened your eyes to look up at JJ and nodded. JJ pulled out of your mouth completely letting you breathe. “You want more baby?” He asked and you nodded your head eagerly.

“I want you to cum down my throat, J” you said. JJ bit his lip and looked at you painfully, having so many places in mind where he wanted to cum. “Fuck” He cursed again as you took him back in your mouth.

“Put your hands behind your back, pretty girl.” He said and you immediately obeyed as he fucked your face. A few more thrusts and JJ was cumming down your throat and you continued bobbing your head up and down on his cock working him through it while you swallowed. JJ pulled his cock from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting the two as you caught your breath. JJ’s body was flooded with a rush of oxytocin motivating him to lift you from the ground and onto the bed.

“Fuck, so good for me baby.” He said, wiping the saliva and cum from the corner of your mouth his thumb and then peppering kisses along your jaw and neck.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled him away from you for a second so you could kiss his mouth. JJ and you kissed sensually as he held some of his body weight off you and then he started kissing his way down to your stomach.

He left one more gentle kiss just above the waistline of your thong before he put his arms under each of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed while he got on his knees on the ground. He sucked red marks that would surely be turning purple on your inner thighs as he ran his finger underneath the side of your thong multiple times.

“JJ stop teasing and do something already.” You whined.

JJ chuckled, “Someone’s desperate” he teased as he pulled your panties down your legs. 

“Spread your legs for me” He commanded as he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs again and took a long look at your dripping cunt like he was looking at a piece of cake. “Ahh your pretty little pussy is so wet, Y/N. Who are you this wet for?”

“You, JJ.” You sighed out feeling his warm breath hit your core and dying for some physical contact.

“That’s right baby” He praised smugly before giving your clit a gentle kiss and then kitten licks that quickly turned to sucking on your clit.

You immediately threw your head back and closed your eyes at the pleasure. JJ was truly an expert at eating pussy. After giving your clit attention he moved down and fucked your cunt with his tongue causing your legs to clench around him and your hips to move. JJ untangled his arm from under your thigh, and grabbed one of your hands as he laid his forearm across your lower stomach to keep you still. You moved your other hand into his hair, tugging at it and making him moan into you. He then sunk 2 fingers into you and pumped in and out; curling them in just the right way while sucking on your clit again.

You moaned loudly as your legs began to quiver. “Fuck JJ!”

“You’re close pretty girl. Let go. Cum for me.” He told you and you let the rubber band snap and the waves of your orgasm rush over you. You tried to close your legs but JJ kept them open working you through it and lapping up every drop of your cum he could before you pushed his head away gently. JJ stood up and pulled you up to a sitting position on the side of the bed after you caught your breath.

JJ held his fingers dripping in your cum in front of your mouth. You obediently opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, tongue swirling around them. “Such a good little whore for me.” You leaned forward, loving the way JJ talked to you and he noticed.

He pulled his fingers from you mouth and held your chin tilted up at him. “God, you’re so much kinkier than I thought. You like being called names, huh?”

You nodded and then looked away and blushed. “I like when you call me names. I don’t know why- I-”

“No. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s fucking hot. I love that you wanna be called my little cockslut. That for once you don’t need to be this perfect Kook. You can be a dirty little slut for me.” He said pecking your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your chin. 

Then, he paused for a second like he was hesitant about something but then he said, “Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue.” He commanded as he pulled down your chin with his thumb.

You did as you were told and stuck out your tongue. JJ bent down a little and spit in your mouth. “Fucking swallow.” He ordered lowly. And you swallowed it greedily, feeling your pussy throbbing again. JJ noticed your legs rubbing together and he grew hard again at the sight of you being turned on from him spitting in your mouth.

“Fuck” JJ cursed to himself for the umpteenth time. Then, he was caught off guard as you pulled him onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

“JJ, I need you inside me.” You told him as you straddled him and pinned his wrists to the bed.

JJ looked at you amused, “Oh you think you’re gonna be on top for this?” JJ asked incredulously. 

You smiled at him. “Yup” you said, as you released one of his wrists so you could line him up with your entrance. But before you could, JJ easily flipped the two of you over and pinned your arms down.

“JJ!” You protested in frustration and tried to sit up or flip over again, but JJ just kissed you hard into the mattress. Then he sunk into you, pulling away from the kiss at the same time to hear your moan as you felt him fill you up.

“Shit y/n/n.” JJ hissed, “You’re so tight, baby.” He laced his fingers through your’s, “Ready?” He asked. You nodded your head. And JJ started to rock his hips slowly into you.

“Faster, J” You told him and he just smirked at you causing you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“Beg for it.” He stated.

“JJ” You warned sternly and you wrapped your legs around his waist to try and get leverage to flip you both over so you could control the pace but it was no use.

“Nice try. ..Tell me I’m better than Rafe and I’ll give you what you want.” He said smugly. You immediately rolled your eyes and JJ stopped completely.

“Wrong move princess. Get on your elbows and knees, ass up.” he commanded darkly as he pulled out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. “I’m not telling you again.” JJ said.

“Relax” You grumbled as you got on your elbows and knees and JJ immediately landed a hard slap to your ass.

“Ow! Fuck J!” You yelled at him. JJ spotted a scarf hanging off the headboard and grabbed it.

“Sit up on your knees. Give me your hands” He said tying your hands together with the scarf.

“Really JJ?” You asked.

“You know, I wonder how hard I need to go to fuck that attitude out of you” JJ wondered out loud as he turned to grab something else.

“Maybe if you actually fucked me hard, you could find ou-” You couldn’t finish what you were saying because JJ had stuffed your drenched lace thong in your mouth making you even more turned on and frustrated at the same time. 

JJ pushed you down onto you elbows and then propped your ass up further in the air. “There” he said satisfied landing another slap to your other ass cheek causing a muffled squeak to come from you.

“You’ve been such a bratty little slut for me. I don’t think you deserve to get fucked. But I can’t resist your tight little cunt.” JJ said sinking into you from behind. “Fuck Y/N” he groaned stretching you out again and then slamming into you hard. He continued thrusting into you and then felt your walls clench a little. “Don’t you dare cum, pretty girl.”

“Please JJ” You whined around your thong. JJ reached around and pulled your panties from you mouth. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Please JJ.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ll do anything.” You begged as he continued thrusting into you.

“Tell me I’m better than Rafe.” He spat out.

“Yes, JJ you’re better than Rafe. Fuck!”

“Are you mine or his?” He asked.

“I’m your’s JJ. I’m a filthy little slut for you. Please!” You whimpered.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” He told you. Your orgasm hit you hard and JJ fucked you through it and then he kept going and reached a hand around to play with your clit. You whimpered from the overstimulation.

“Fuck J, stop, too much.” You whined. And tried to move his hand away. He used his other hand to pull you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. “Fucking take it.” He said through gritted teeth as a second orgasm built. “Cum with me one more time. Be my filthy little cockslut baby.”

You moaned loudly as JJ bit into your shoulder and you both reached your climax again. JJ thrusted slowly as you came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you and gently laid you both down. He pulled the comforter over you both as you turned to face him and nuzzled into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you as you both laid together naked and completely blissed out.

“You okay? Was that okay? Did we go too far?” JJ asked with his chin on the top of your head. You leaned back a little so he could see your face.

“That was fucking hot Maybank.”  You said and pecked his lips before snuggling back into him. He let out a relieved chuckle and pecked the top of your head.

As you laid there in JJ’s arms, you felt …free. You reached a hand around to comb through JJ’s hair at the back of his head as you rubbed your thumb back and forth his skin where your hand was on his back. And JJ felt …secure and taken care of.

It turned out that you could give each other what the other one so desperately needed.

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If I Fell For You (Part 9) - Inner Demons

Summary: The reader meets Gen for the first time while the boys are having a day together. But when they come home early and Jensen overhears the reader, a very big discussion about what they both expect out of their relationship has to happen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Skinny Dipping

Word Count: 5,100ish

Warnings: mature (language, skinny dipping, implied future smut, angst, self-doubt)

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“No,” whined Zeppelin as Jensen carried him out of the bedroom for the third time that night. “Daddy, I want to sleep with you.”

“Zeppelin. You gotta be a big boy and go to sleep. It’s midnight and way, way past bedtime,” said Jensen. He started to cry loudly and Jensen set him down. “Do you want a time out? I’ll give you one first thing in the morning if you don’t behave.”

He ran over to you and grabbed your leg, burying his face in it. Jensen sighed, tired after a long day and you knew he needed some sleep. You squatted down and Zeppelin grabbed at you, shaking a bit. You frowned, Jensen catching it as you picked up the little boy. 

“He can stay,” you said. Jensen made a face but you carried him into the room, Jensen grumbling to himself. You let Zeppelin crawl into the middle and immediately grab his father when Jensen got under the covers. He was asleep quickly, Jensen kissing the top of his head. “He’s scared.”

“He had a tantrum. He’s four,” whispered Jensen. “He needs to sleep on his own or he gets dependent.”

“You’re his father. He’s already dependent,” you whispered. “He’s a little you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means he missed his daddy and he has been the one telling his sisters for three weeks daddy’s coming home soon. I don’t care if he sleeps in our bed, Jensen. Sometimes he has to be a big boy but not tonight.”

“He was very...he’s very much me,” he said quietly, fixing the blankets over his son. “He’s in tune with other’s emotions.”

“I know,” you said. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“When I was a kid, around seven or so, my dad went out to LA for about two months for work. We didn’t have the money for him to fly back and forth so he drove out there. He would call every night but it was long distance and it was expensive back then so all I got to do was say hi to him really. Somewhere in the middle of the two months he drove back to visit for a weekend. I was so excited. So, so excited. I was gonna tell him all about school and my baseball games and the jumping contest my brother and I had on the swings. I was so pumped. He said he was gonna be there Saturday morning for breakfast. Well, I wake up, run downstairs, he’s not there. Lunch rolls around, he’s not there. Afternoon snack time rolls around…”

“He’s not there?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “What happened?”

“Never left LA. Got in a car accident. He was fine but this was the eighties and my mom didn’t get a phone call until the afternoon saying he wouldn’t be coming home. I thought a hundred million things in my head of why he wasn’t there. That achy pit in your stomach. When he finally came home a month later, I slept in their room, in their bed. That little achy feeling went away after that night. I know how much he’s like me,” he said, lightly running his fingers over Zeppelin’s head. “But I gave him that part of me too and I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s too little to worry about me.”

“He’s okay and he’s not gonna worry after tonight. But Jensen, there’s nothing wrong with him having that part of you. It’s a really good part, the part that loves the people he cares about. Right now he doesn’t understand it but someday he will and that’s going to make him a person people will be fortunate to have in their lives. That’s a great part of you he got.”

“Just have to go and make me feel better, don’t you,” he said softly. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Think I’m doing an okay job at this?”

“Yup,” you said. Zeppelin turned over in his sleep, smashing his face into your arm. 

“You care for them,” said Jensen. You nodded and he burrowed down into the sheets. “Because of me or your job?”

“It always helps the job,” you said. “When you nanny, you want the kids to feel comfortable with you and caring about them always makes that easier. But I don’t...I don’t like them because I decided I liked their dad, you know?”

“Why did you then?”

“People with money sometimes let their children get raised by that money and you can tell when it happens. But it’s so obvious that doesn’t happen with them. They have nice toys and clothes and things but they’re good and funny and smart and they could very easily be brats if you went the easy route but you didn’t and it just shows. Sure they’re kids and they can drive anyone to the brink of insanity at times, but they got big hearts, especially for dad. I just like them and seeing them grow into those people more every day.”

“Me too,” he said, Zeppelin rolling back, fisting his hands into Jensen’s shirt this time. He smiled and you leaned over, kissing him goodnight, pecking one on Zeppelin’s head. “Night.”

“Night Jensen.”

The next afternoon when you arrived at Jared’s house you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Jared and Jensen were off doing who knew what and you felt like you’d been set up on a playdate yourself. You’d dropped off the kids there more than once already and knew their kids but for some reason or other you’d yet to meet Gen. You swallowed as you followed the kids around the side of the house, the three of them taking off to go play with their friends on a swing set. You looked around and bit your bottom lip, fixing your bag over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” called a voice. You turned and saw a woman behind you, a bit sweaty in some workout clothes. “Hey. I’m Gen. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Thanks. You too,” you said. 

“Come on,” she said, waving you to follow her up some steps to a patio. “Tom! JJ!”

“We know!” they shouted back from the swings. She shook her head and sighed.

“Not that any of the little ones can get over to the pool anyways but I want to remind them to keep an eye on the younger ones when I’m inside,” she said, showing you to a patio door. You followed her inside, Gen walking into a kitchen and going straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold water. 

“They have hair like their dad,” you said.

“Yes, yes they do. Getting them to get a haircut is like herding cats,” she said. She gulped down her water and let out a deep breath. “Do you mind if I shower quick? Time got away from me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you said. 

“There’s a bathroom right around the corner there. Feel free to take whatever from the kitchen if you want. I’ll be back in ten,” she said. 

“No problem,” you said. When she was upstairs you went back outside, leaving your bag in a patio chair. You went down the steps and watched the kids running around for a moment before exploring their backyard. “Here I thought your backyard was nice Ackles.”

“Y/N, will you play tag with us?” asked Arrow from over in the grass.

“How could I say no to a face like that?”

Fifteen minutes later you were warm and taking a break under the patio again out of the sun, the kids playing on the slide and swings now.

“Remember when we had endless energy like that?” asked Gen as the back door opened. 

“Barely,” you said, a margarita glass set down in front of you. “I see we’re going to be very good friends.”

“It’s so hot out today,” she said, setting a pitcher and another glass down on the table. She poured you a glass and then herself one before taking a seat beside you. “I bet the boys are out jet skiing.”

“They really are like a pair of children when you get them together,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s cute. Most people don’t ever get to have a best friend like that,” she said. “Sometimes they need their space from each other but Jared’s literally been counting down the days until Jensen gets back.”

“I don’t think Jensen will ever stay away that long again. He missed his family and friends. Home,” you said. 

“We’re glad to have him back. He’s been gone for a while. Even before you went to Canada,” she said.

“Were you good friends with...” you asked, Gen nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“It sucked. Still does,” she said. “When the boys were off, we could hang out. We got very close. After the accident I was the one taking care of the kids, helping his parents and family with their day to day. Jared focused more on Jensen, helping him physically get back to normal and then mentally. But you know how he was when you met him.”

“I know a lot of work went into helping him get there. I’m very grateful he had you guys,” you said.

“Listen...I’m hoping we can be good friends too. It was different for me and Dee. We both were dating the boys around the same time, got married around the same time. I know we don’t have that and...I just hope we can have that relationship still.”

“Me too. I know we’re probably gonna be seeing you guys a lot now that neither of them are working,” you said.

“Probably most everyday,” she said. “They’re like twins separated at birth or something I swear.”

“Has Jensen always been a bit quiet?” you asked.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen that boy drunk off his ass and being a troublemaker but he’s always been that way. Maybe it’s why he and Jared fit. They’re protective of each other in different ways. Jared’s the loud one out of the two of them, always has been and Jensen, even if he is your best fucking friend, sometimes he’s a little bit quiet.”

“I figured as much. He’s just…”

“Gentle,” she said, a smile coming to your face. “You two are pretty serious, huh.”

“Maybe.”

“It’s been five months. I’d say it’s serious. You move in yet?”

“Technically I’ve always been moved in,” you said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Yeah. We’ve gotten to the sharing a room stage very recently.”

“You must be very special then,” she said. “He was never gonna fall in love ever again. Told Jared and me himself. Now he’s as lovestruck as the first time around.”

“I’m not expecting…” you said, sipping on your drink. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Like I said, we can be friends without the boys,” she said. “What aren’t you expecting?”

“This,” you said with a shrug. “Marriage. Kids of my own. I don’t know where it goes with Jensen.”

“You should start having those talks with him,” she said, your head shaking. “You have to, just so you’re on the same page.”

“I don’t even know if we’re reading the same book,” you said. She nodded and you slumped back into your seat. “I know I love him and that he loves me. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“A friend once told me that’s all you need,” said Jensen behind you. You turned around and Jensen was standing there, a sad smile on his face. “We wanted to come hang out with you guys. Y/N?”

You got a smile from Gen as you followed Jensen inside, Jared slipping past and out back. You crossed your arms and looked down, Jensen stepping close to you, large hands resting on your arms.

“Why don’t you think it’s enough?” he asked quietly.

“It is. Gen and I were just shooting the shit,” you said, forcing your gaze up. He slid his hand down and took one of yours, pulling you over to a quiet sitting room. He sat down on a day bed, you going with him. 

“Honey. Tell me the truth.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand as you crossed your legs. “Did I do something?”

“No. You’re perfect,” you said, glancing down to your lap. “All I was saying was...I don’t know where you stand on some things.”

“Like what?” he asked, still smiling softly, hiding all of the nerves underneath it.

“Kids. Marriage. The fact your family has never once met me or knows I exist. Am I just gonna be the nanny girlfriend or is there something more? I love you. I fucking love and I don’t need or want...I just want to know if you’re open to those things.”

“I don’t know,” he said. You nodded and moved your hand back into your lap, Jensen letting go of it. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “Like I said, we were shooting the shit.”

You were both quiet before you stood, Jensen grabbing your hand. He pulled you back to sit, plopping you straight down in his lap before kissing you.

“Okay I do know but the answers fucking scare me,” he said. “I said I was gonna stop being scared when it came to you.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I would have more kids if it were with the right person. Preferably sooner than later but yes. Yes, I would marry again. Yes, I would introduce her to my family and yes they do know about her. Not as much as I’d like but they do know her. And lastly yes, I am open to more than just the nanny girlfriend, so much fucking more. All of it more. But that scares me that almost a year later here I am, open to all of those things, wanting those things with you when losing Dee hurt so much. It’s not fair to you that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, simple and normal and just the fun parts. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking you to stop loving her. God if you ever did, I don’t think you’d be the man I love. I just wanted to know if there’s room for a future in there maybe,” you said.

“You kinda got in there all on your own and I don’t want you to ever come out,” he said. 

“Ever?” you breathed out. “Cause that implies-”

“If someone’s gonna be that second person for me, I think…” he said, looking down. You rested your forehead against his, Jensen taking a deep breath. “I know you won’t wait for me forever to get my shit together.”

“Well, forever’s a long time. I can offer a few years at least?” you asked, Jensen laughing dryly. “What?”

“I don’t deserve a few years. Your emotions aren’t a toy to play with.”

“Yours aren’t something to drag along when they’re not ready.”

“See? You do that shit. You always do that fucking shit,” he said, his voice a few octaves higher. You wrapped him up in a hug, feeling a few drops of wetness hit your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“For crying? Jesus Jens, it’s okay,” you said. “I promise it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I keep tossing you around like you don’t have feelings too, like this isn’t hard for you too. It’s always me and my fucking problems with just…”

“Just what honey,” you said, Jensen holding onto you tightly, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” you said, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want this to go away,” he mumbled out. “This is it and I feel like I’m gonna explode and-”

“Shush,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his whole body as much as you could. He stilled briefly and calmed down some, sniffling to himself before you released to a gentler hold on him. “Just the anxiety talking.”

“I love you,” he said, lifting his head up, looking you straight on. “I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you and do everything with you. I’ve known those things for a very long time. Longer than you have and before you even thought of them as questions. I want all that and you’re gonna get stuck with me, with this, with the never ending baggage, with the baggage you haven’t even seen yet. All your life is gonna be is taking care of my ass and you getting hurt because of it. Is that what you want? Is it? Because I want so much fucking more for you than me.”

“Was that your proposal speech?” you asked calmly. He blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes.

“What? Y/N I-”

“Well you said you want to marry me and yeah, I fucking want to do that with you too so was that your speech?”

“What?” he asked so innocently you smiled. “I don’t…”

“I happen to like taking care of your ass. So. You want me gone, I’m gone. You want me to stay, I’m staying forever. What’s it gonna be?” you asked.

“Stay,” he said quietly with a nod. “Please don’t go away from us.”

“Okay,” you said. He leaned forward and kissed you, sniffling some more when he broke off. “Are you…”

“I can’t believe I just asked that while I’m covered in tears and snot,” he said. A box of tissues suddenly flung itself through the doorway, landing near your feet. You stared down at it and started to laugh, Jensen chuckling while you picked it up. “I’m never living that down.”

“Who gives a fuck,” you said. You took out a tissue and wiped off his face and eyes, having him blow his nose a few times. “That’s really gross.”

“I know.”

“Must be how you know it’s meant to be,” you said, wiping your hand off. 

“Stay forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah that sounds good.”

“Me too,” he said. He pulled you into a hug and you held him tight, the door sneakily shutting on the two of you when it started to pour outside and you heard the backdoor. “I bet that’s how you imagined that going.”

“I never thought it would happen,” you said. “Not when I first came here. Love’s for other people. Normal people with normal families.”

“Fuck normal,” he said and you laughed. You picked up a clean tissue and licked it, wiping off a dried tear streak on his cheek. “I feel good.”

“We’re gonna work on that bottling shit up stuff, okay?” you said.

“Maybe you’ll have more success than Dee did,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll just have to build off what she started,” you said. He nodded and cupped your cheek as you finished cleaning him off. “There, all better.”

“Guess you’re out of a nanny job,” he said.

“Oh such a shame,” you said. “I’ve been putting my paychecks for the last while to a separate account.”

“I did notice that,” he said. “Saving for something?”

“Wanted to give it back to you.”

“Honeymoon fund instead?”

“Okay, now we’re talking,” you said with a laugh.

“You never did tell me how much your book deal got you.”

“I signed a multi-year deal. They think there’s great potential for it to be one of those series every kid reads. One million for around twenty books?”

“Fuck. You should be my agent if you can negotiate like that,” he said.

“I’m still gonna take care of them like I have been,” you said. 

“I know. It’s probably going to be a million times harder now actually,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “You love them.”

“Yes but I don’t know how to be a parent.”

“Just do what you’ve been doing and it’ll be fine,” he said. “It’ll change but it’ll be good.”

“Not really how I was expecting today to go,” you said. 

“Me either. I had hoped for that to be a tad more romantic,” he said. You gave him a kiss and hug, Jensen returning it. “You don’t care.”

“Nah,” you said. “Just care about you. Everything else, I’m good.”

“Want to go share the news with our eavesdropper?” he asked. You helped him up to his feet and took his hand, walking out of the room, Jared and Gen suspiciously wiping down their kitchen counter. “Or should I say eavesdroppers.”

“We were concerned and I swear we left after Jared tossed the tissues in,” said Gen. Jared shook his head and pointed at her. “I swear he did it.”

“Guess you guys heard then,” said Jensen, giving you a smile. “We’re gonna give it a shot.”

“You okay?” asked Jared. Jensen nodded and squeezed your hand. “You sure?”

“I know what I want,” said Jensen. “I’ve known for a long time. Finally got over being scared is all.”

“She wasn’t gonna hurt you,” said Jared with a smile.

“I know. It was a different fear,” he said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Promise.”

“You better not, sweetheart.”

It was dark by the time the storms had passed, all three kids going down easy after spending most of the day running around the Padalecki house. You sat on the balcony off of Jensen’s bedroom in the oversized lounge chair, Jensen sat on the other side of the small side table your drink rested on.

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” you said, staring up at the dark night sky, the only light coming from a few string ones Jensen had turned on.

“Never?” asked Jensen. “Better wear your life jacket tomorrow then.”

“You better wear your life jacket,” you said. “We both know I’m a better swimmer than you.”

“You’re a better swimmer than me? Me?” he chuckled. “No way.”

“Put your money where your mouth is. Five bucks says I’m a better swimmer,” you said. He waved the way towards the door and you stood up, walking downstairs and outside.

“Uh, you missing something?” he chuckled. You smirked and pulled off your shirt and undid your jeans, shimming out of them and leaving them by the patio. “You really think…” 

“I really think what?” you said, tossing your bra at him, leaving your underwear behind. You jumped in and swam out to the deep end. “You’re already losing Jensen.”

“Losing my ass,” he said, taking off his shirt and jeans, nearly tripping as he hopped out of his boxer briefs. He jumped in nearby and swam over to you, dunking his head under briefly. “I could get used to this look.”

“Nothing you’ve not seen before.”

“Never seen my fiance naked before,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes but swam over and gave him a kiss. “I knew you had a thing for dorks you know.”

“Did you now?”

“Told me yourself. Not a fan of cocky guys I recall.”

“Well...a little cock is okay. Highly recommended in fact,” you said. 

“You are such a loser,” he laughed.

“I must have learned it from you.” You giggled and swam back to the shallow end, Jensen lazily chasing after. “I’ve never skinny dipped until just now actually.”

“Got anything on your bucket list you want to try out?” he asked. You shrugged and took a seat on a step, Jensen settling in next to you. “Naked trounce on the trampoline?”

“Maybe another time,” you said. You leaned back and looked up at the dark sky once more. He reached over and held your hand in the water, playing with it quietly. “Skydiving would be cool. Space would be cool.”

“One of those is a lot more feasible than the other. I noticed up in Canada where we had more stars at night you really like looking at them.”

“Did it a lot as a kid. Kinda always have,” you said. “I like space as much as the next gal but it’s just pretty, you know? You’re one little speck out in all of those stars. It’s all so freaking complex but you can kinda look up at them and it’s just so simple too.”

“Yeah,” he said, toying with a strand of hair floating in the water. “I get that.”

You turned and found him staring at you, a smile on his lips. 

“We could go camping sometime, see all the stars there are up there if you’d like,” he said.

“We don’t have to do that,” you said. 

“Why?” he asked quietly. “I’m curious is all. It seems like something you’d really enjoy seeing.”

“What purpose does it serve though? It’s not something fun for the kids to experience,” you said. “It’s a waste of money.”

“It doesn’t have to have a purpose. It’s for you, for us. A night away where you get to see something most people don’t ever get a chance. That’s the only purpose,” he said. “Camping’s about the cheapest thing you can do. Don’t worry about the money. You don’t have to worry about that ever again.”

“I just don’t want to go camping,” you said. You looked down and swallowed. “I used to go camping with my dad a lot.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do that to me,” you said. “I just...I don’t think I ever want to go again.”

“Okay. Would you go camping with me sometime?” he asked. 

“Jensen-”

“Just me. No body else. I won’t even touch you except to cuddle,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “Thank you. It won’t be scary this time. I promise.”

“Is your dad nice?” you asked. He leaned back against his elbows and nodded. “Does he know about me?”

“My parents know I have a girlfriend. My mom knows I was getting pretty serious about you,” he said. 

“Do they know I was the nanny? Or how old I am?”

“No. My siblings do but not my parents,” he said. You sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself in the warm night air. “I’m not embarrassed of you Y/N. I think that’s a conversation better had in person is all.”

“You haven’t told them because you think they’ll have a problem with it,” you said. 

“Not as much problem as when I say I’m not having a prenup,” he said. You turned your head and saw him smiling back. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust you completely.”

“Jensen I don’t want to cause a problem,” you said. He shook his head and you sighed. “I know how close you are with them and you haven’t gotten to see them since Christmas. I know exactly what they’re gonna think of me when they hear about the former nanny.”

“You don’t seem to understand yet that you? Nobody is more important than you and those three in there. If they can’t accept you then screw ‘em.”

“Jensen.”

“I’m not worried and you know why? I love you and you love me. I know they love me a whole lot too so you’re on the same side.”

“You’re a bad liar,” you said. He sat up and sighed. “Jens-”

“I don’t know how they’ll act. But you deserve a chance and that’s what I expect out of them. I want them to love you too but at a minimum you’ll have their respect.”

You nodded and sunk down in the warm water, Jensen sliding over and taking a seat on your lap, tossing his arms around your shoulders. 

“You still talk to Dee’s parents right?” you asked. He nodded and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist. “Do they…”

“No,” he said quietly. “They deserve for that to be an in person conversation too. They’re coming up soon for JJ’s birthday soon. I figured I’d tell them then.”

“I’m glad you still talk to them,” you said. “They still see you guys.”

“Christmas was hard last year. I’m not sure which one of us got it worse,” he said. 

“I’d like to meet them if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “I’m not sure how they’ll react honestly.”

“I’d still like to,” you said, stepping out into the water with him, Jensen hanging off of you. “If only you were this light normally I’d carry you around all day.”

“Didn’t we agree a long time ago you were the badass princess after all,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. 

“Here I thought you’d be taller,” you teased, quickly kissing him.

“Little shit,” he grinned. He nuzzled your cheek and you let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry about them.”

“At least we don’t have to go through this on my side,” you said.

“Can I ask one thing of you?”

“What?”

“Ray, your mom’s boyfriend, did things end badly between the two of you or you just drift apart? You said you left when you finished high school.”

“I stopped talking to him awhile ago. I moved out at 18 when I got my first nanny job. He was dating his wife Sarah by then. I’d come over for dinner every few months for a few years. By the time I was twenty one they were married with two kids. I didn’t go one time and kept putting it off and Ray told me it was okay if I didn’t want to see him anymore. I could call him if I ever needed him, that sort of thing. I haven’t spoken to him in nine years. But that’s not asking something of me, is it.”

“Can we consider inviting him to the wedding?”

“Been engaged eight hours and already planning?” you asked. 

“I don’t know him but he had a part in raising you. Just consider it is all I ask. And wedding? Those things take fucking forever to plan, trust me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, spinning him around in the water. “Are they really that complicated to put together?”

“Nah. Don’t go bridezilla on me is all,” he said. 

“Total diva over here,” you said, feeling the edge of the shallow end start to drop off with your foot. You spun around one more time before you had to set him down, Jensen taking the chance to pick you up and toss you out of of the water. “Jensen! I’m naked!”

“I know. It’s awesome,” he said, swimming out and kissing your cheek. “Wanna race?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser when we head upstairs?” you grinned.

“Oh, you’re so on.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

[mayraki]

“Manipulating bitch”

jj x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

summary: her kook cousin is staying at the cut for a couple of weeks, and after she flirts with jj, y/n gets jealous. but she’s never going to admit it.

note: this came out longer than I expected😂 hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“Fuck my life!” You said after entering John B’s house. The rest of the Pogues turned their heads to you while you sat down at the couch and covered your face with your hands.

“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked concerned.

“Dude, don’t.” You heard Kie say. “In my years of knowing her, I learned that you don’t have to get closer to her. Just talk from a far.” You heard JJ let out a little laugh and you gave everyone the middle finger.

“Kie, I don’t think you’re going to be so happy about this either.” Kie furrowed her eyebrows and you sighed.

“Two words.” You said lifting your index and middle fingers. “Manipulating. Bitch.”

Kie’s face changed completely. “No...” you nodded and she face palmed her forehead. “Ugh!”

“Exactly.” You said getting up and grabbing the blunt you had on your back pocket and light it on fire.

“Who’s this ‘manipulating bitch’?” Pope asked and you turned to him.

“She’s my cousin, unfortunately.” You sat down on the counter. “She’s going to stay with my family for three weeks. Three!” You said putting your fingers up. “Apparently, she’s being a total brat and her parents want her to live the ‘Cut’ life. Typical! I don’t know why my dad keeps putting with his brother’s bullshit.” You said giving the blunt a good smoke.

“She can’t be that bad.” Sarah said.

“Oh baby.” Kie shook her head. “You innocent little baby.”

“She’s the worst.” You said and Kie nodded. “One day, my parents wanted me to take care of her, and because I didn’t let her go to a party, she set my bed sheet on fire.” Pope gasped and Kie nodded next to him. “Yeah, and that’s not even the worst thing. Another time, she tried to get me in trouble. She didn’t want to go this fancy party her parents were having so she jumped into a bush and blamed me, saying that I pushed her.” You clenched your jawline while having the memory on your mind.

“Yeah, she’s baaaad.” John B said.

JJ walked to your side and let the smoke in his mouth get out. “Ok, but, is she cute?” Kie rolled her eyes annoyed and you punched him in the arm. “Ouch!”

“The next one will be on your face if you say something like that! Don’t even think about it, JJ.” You pointed at him and got up from the counter.

“Jealous?” He said with a smirk and you let out a laugh.

“In your dreams, Maybank.”

~

“Hi Y/n!” Your cousin, Kim, said when she got out from the car. She quickly ran up and gave you a big hug. You patted her back and took a step back to free yourself from her. She always liked to pretend to have a good relationship with everyone, so they would do things for her if she asked. But you didn’t fall for her tricks since you were three and you were starting to think for yourself. “So good to see you!”

“Yeah.” You said sarcastically and you mother gave you a killing stare. You shrugged your shoulders and as you were about to walk inside your house, Kim’s voice stopped you.

“Y/n, could you carry my bags upstairs?” She asked with a sweet voice and you turned to her.

“You have arms, you can do it yourself.”

“Y/n!” Your mom gave you a serious look and you sighed.

You walked to her and grabbed her bags, giving your mother a sarcastic smile.

‘This is going to be fun!’ You thought sarcastically.

~

“I can’t believe my parents are making me stay here.” Kim said while looking around your old car with a disgust face.

“Well, and I can’t believe my parents are making me hang out with you.” You said in a whisper and you thanked the music for being loud enough for Kim not to hear you. You didn’t want to hear her high pitch voice.

“Where are we going anyway?” She asked while changing the radio. You bit your lower lip tying to not argue with her about it, you absolutely didn’t like when people touched your stuff.

“To my friend’s house.”

“You have friends?” She asked and let out an annoying laugh. You sighed and made the grip on the steering wheel stronger.

After arriving at John B’s house, you got out from your car and walked towards the front door without waiting for your cousin. You needed a good smoke.

“Wait for me!” Kim said but you were already inside. Pope, Kie and Sarah turned their head to you and then looked behind you. Kie rolled her eyes and continued with what she was doing before, which was smoking a blunt.

“Oh, I need one of those.” You pointed at Kie and she handed one that was on the table. You light it on and took it your mouth. Your body relaxed immediately and you let it fall on the couch.

“I don’t think your parents would like the idea of you smoking.” Kim said on the door and you rolled your eyes. “I’m going to tell them tonight. Or, if you... let me sleep in your bedroom, I’ll pretend I never saw you.” She said with a proud smile but you let out a little smile and locked eyes with her.

“I wouldn’t waist your breath, they already know.” You said taking the blunt to your mouth.

“You must be Y/n’s cousin, I’m Pope.” Pope said getting up and giving her his hand for her to shake. But she looked at it with disgust and after hesitating, she shaked it.

You turned to Kie and then rolled your eyes. She did the same and then turned the other way.

“Kiara, nice to see you again.” Kim said with a fake smile and Kie just nodded with the blunt on her mouth. “Sarah Cameron, nice to finally meet you.” Sarah gave her a little smile and you lost your thoughts while giving the blunt another smoke, until Kie sat down next to you on the couch.

“This place is a mess!” Kim said walking towards the kitchen and opening the fridge. “What a girl gotta do to get a glass of water around here? Jesus!”

“Dude, why did your bring her here?” Kie whispered.

“If I’m going down, I’m taking all of you with me.” You said and turned your head to where Kim was, now moving her phone around the room trying to get reception.

“Ugh! This doesn’t work! How do you guys live here?!”

“Where are John B and JJ?” You asked Kie and like a calling spell, they both entered the house.

“Finally! You guys took your time!” Pope said while helping the guys with the bags on their hands.

“Well, the grocery store it’s not as close as you guys might think it is.” John said.

“And, we had to carry this bags on the motorbike. It’s not as easy as it looks!” JJ defended himself.

“Well, the food is here and that’s all I care about.” Kie said with excitement and you let out a little laugh.

You didn’t got up from the couch and you noticed Kim was looking at JJ with a smirk on her face. She was watching him, more specifically, his arms. He had a shirt with no sleeves and you could easily see his muscles. And the fact that he was carrying heavy stuff and putting them away, his arms were more enjoyable than normal.

John B and JJ were so occupied with the groceries that didn’t noticed Kim in the room, until she walked to JJ and stood next to him.

“Do you have a motorbike?” She asked and for the first time, he turned to her. He looked confused at her trying to figure out who she was, but when he turned to you, he remembered.

“Yeah, I do.” He said and she bit her lower lip.

“That is a nice shirt.” She said touching his shoulder. Your heart dropped and you clenched your jawline without thinking about it.

At this point, everyone was looking at your cousin and JJ, Kie was trying to not rolled her eyes for the fifth time since she came into the room. Pope and John B were staring at you and waiting for your reaction. Sarah was still helping JJ with the groceries, but Kim was making it difficult since she was in the middle of the kitchen trying to get JJ’s attention. But he was too busy focused on the food and not paying attention to her compliments.

Everyone went back to putting the groceries away after noticing that JJ was, basically, not giving a fuck about Kim. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from her and follow her every move.

That’s when she, sneaky as possible, took a piece of bread and throw it on the floor in front of JJ.

“Oh, let me grab it.” She said with a smile. She kneeled down, giving JJ a perfect view of her ass. He widen his eyes and looked up. He let his arm go up in the air and giving everyone the look of ‘I don’t know what the fuck to do’.

“Not on my watch.” You whispered and walked over to where JJ was. You let your arm rest on his shoulder and when Kim turned to JJ, she locked eyes with you and then rolled her eyes.

“Can we go home now?” She asked annoyed.

“You can go, I’m staying here.” She gave JJ a last look with a smirk and then walked towards door. But stopped once John B talked.

“We have to get the beer for the party tomorrow.” You nodded and then looked annoyed at Kim, who was still on the door.

“Is there a party tomorrow?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“For you? No.” You said with a fake smile and then grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“Oh, well, I don’t think mom and dad are going to like the idea of you going to a party without me. You know, since you have to hang out with me. You don’t have a choice.” A proud smile appeared on her face and then locked eyes with JJ. “I’ll be there.” She winked at him and then walked away.

You sighed and without looking away from where she left, you said “The manipulating bitch, ladies and gentlemen.”

“She is the queen of the kooks, I never thought that I was going to meet someone that I hate this much.” Pope said.

“And she was all over JJ!” Sarah said sitting down next to John B.

“I mean, can you blame her?” He said with a smirk and then walked to where you were standing.

“I told you the next one was going to be on your face if you said anything.” You said and he lifted his hands on the air.

“Not my type.” He said and you sighed. “You know my type.” He pointed at you and your stomach turned.

“No brain?” You said and everyone laughed, but JJ just shook her head.

“You just called yourself a no brainier.” He winked at you and then walked to his room, leaving you confused and with a heart going full speed.

~

The music was loud as always when there was a party on the cut. People had beers on their hands and some of them were dancing around. You had your feet on the sand while talking to Kie about some girl that she was seeing.

“Then ask her out!” You said after taking a sip of your beer.

“I think I will!” She said nervous. Something caught her attention behind you and she rolled her eyes. You turned to where she was looking and you saw Kim entering the beach.

“I didn’t think she was actually going to come! She hates this kind of parties.” You rolled your eyes and took a bigger sip from your beer. You watched her walk into a group of people and how she stopped once she was next to JJ.

“I think now we know why she came.” Kie said and you sighed. You hated the fact that your annoying cousin was interested in one of your friends, especially if it was JJ. “Dude, relax your face. It looks like you want to kill her.”

You didn’t noticed that your jaw was clenched and the grip on your beer was stronger than before.

“It’s just... she’s so annoying!”

“You usually don’t let her get to you, expect if she’s with JJ...” she took a sip of her beer and you turned to her.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Maybe... maybe, you’re jealous that she’s flirting with him.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head quickly. “Me? Jealous? What? No! Why would I be jealous?”

“C’mon, Y/n! You like JJ! Maybe you two don’t know it yet, but there’s something going on there.” She pointed at your heart and you shook your head.

“No, there’s nothing going on. And you know the rule! No Pogue on Pogue.” You said taking the beer to your mouth.

“Fuck the rule! We made it when we were kids, doesn’t mean anything now. Besides, I think he-” she was about to say but was cut off my JJ appearing next to you.

“How are my favorite ladies?” He let his arm go around your shoulders and you took a sip from your beer trying to hide de fact that you were taking about him seconds ago.

“Fine! I’m going to get another beer.” Kie said before giving you a wink and walking away. You gave her a serious look and she just let out a little smile.

“So, where is your admirer?” You asked JJ.

“I have no idea. She keeps following me, but I told her that I was going to the bathroom. At one point I thought she was going to ask me if she could come.” He said and you let out a laugh.

“Yeah, if she wants something, she’s going to get it.”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint her, but she’s not going to get this.” He pointed at himself and you couldn’t help but let out a little smile. “But I like the fact that you get jealous when she flirts with me.”

You opened your mouth in surprise. “Why is it today? I’m not jealous JJ!”

“Oh, admit it! You couldn’t control yourself when she practically made a private show for me yesterday.”

You let out a laugh. “Sure, JJ, if it makes you feel better. Then yes, I was so jealous that I wanted to rip her hair out.” You said sarcastically and a proud smile appeared on JJ’s face.

“I knew it. You loooove me.” You let out a laugh and turned to where a group of people were now screaming in excitement. You noticed that they were celebrating that fact that they won a game of beer pong.

“Wanna play?”

“Don’t waste your energy, princess, I always win.”

“Is that a challenge, blondie?”

He locked eyes with you and he let out a smirk. “Bring it on.”

As you were walking to the beer pong table, with JJ’s arm around your shoulders, your cousin, stopped you two by standing in your way.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked innocently.

“Yes.” You said annoyed.

“We were about to play some beer pong.” JJ said while making you walk again but after two steps he stopped. “Would you care to join us?” He asked to her, but without breaking eye contact with you.

“What?” You asked and Kim got excited. You realized that JJ was trying to annoy you and prove that you were jealous. But your proud self was never going to let him win. “You know what? Yes, Kim, join us.”

“I’ll play with JJ!” She said following him to the other side. You gave JJ a proud smile when he rolled his eyes.

“Kie! Play with me!” You called her and she nodded with a smile. “We better win.” You said to her in a whisper when she got next to you.

You grabbed the ball on the table and prepared yourself to do the first shot. And like you expected, the ball went perfectly inside a cup.

“Drink up, blondie.” You said and gave Kie a high five.

JJ did the second shot and it went into the cup. “Your turn, princess.” He said proudly and you grabbed the beer cup.

It was Kie’s turn, and fortunately, it went into the beer with no problem. This time it was Kim’s turn to drink, and she did it after giving JJ the look ‘Yeah, I drink. I’m cool’. You rolled your eyes and when it was her turn, she looked at the cups on your side and then turned to JJ.

“Can you help me?” She asked bitting her lower lip and JJ furrowed his eyebrows.

“Kim, you just have to throw the ball! C’mon!” You yelled at her but she didn’t look at you. It was obvious that she wanted JJ to do the classic ‘let me help you’ move and get behind her really closely. JJ walked to her and grabbed her hand, but staying next to her.

You let out a big smile when you noticed JJ’s actions and tried to not let out a laugh. She throw the ball after JJ gave her corrections, but she failed and the ball went into to the sand.

“Maybe next time, Kim.” You said pretending to to feel sorry for her. She rolled her eyes and then walked to the side of the table.

The rest of the game went normal, you and Kie got every shot and you were up by one. Everytime Kim and JJ would get a shot, she would go and give him a celebrating hug. You would try to ignore to stop yourself from pushing her away.

I’m not jealous. You kept repeating to yourself every five seconds. Somehow, not even you believed that statement this time.

“Ok, last shot. If I get this, we win.” You said grabbing the ball Kie was handing to you.

“Wait, we have to think of something to get if we win.” JJ stopped you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Like what?” Kie asked.

“Maybe, if you guys win, we” JJ pointed at himself and Kim “will buy you two dinner.”

You nodded “And what about if you win?”

JJ stood there thinking and a big smile appeared on his face. “Kim. You can choose whatever you want. But, if we win, Y/n has to go on a date with me.”

“Wait, no, it has to be a share price.” Kim complained and JJ shook his head.

“This game has no rules, so I can do it.”

You stood there without knowing that to say. Kie walked next to you and whispered in your year. “Dude, just say yes. We’re going to win anyway. You never miss.”

“Alright.” You nodded and JJ gave you a smirk. You lifted your arm and got ready to throw the ball.

You had two options, win, and get free dinner. Or, lose, go on a date with JJ and, for the first time, see Kim not get what she wants. JJ had a smirk on his face while his arms were across his chest. Kim was biting his lower lip annoyed and you let out a little smile.

Me and JJ on a date. You thought and your stomach turned. Am I about to do what I think I’m about to do? You knew that JJ asked you on a date because he wanted to annoy Kim as much as you did. Why other reason is there?

You sighed and the ball left your hand when you throw it. You watched the ball fly across the table and it looked like it was going to go into the cup perfectly. But it landed next to it, making it’s way to the sand after hitting the table.

JJ lifted his arms into the air celebrating with a proud smile on his face. You bit down your lower lip trying to fight the smile that wanted to come out. Kim just let out a simple ‘ugh’ and then walked away. A little moment of proudness came into your body. You turned to Kie who had her arms across her chest while looking at you with a lifted eyebrow.

“I’m sorry.” You said getting closer to her.

“Oh, c’mon. We both know you did it on purpose.” She tried to sound mad but a little smirk appeared on her face. She shook her head and when you tried to say something, she cut you off. “Don’t argue with me.” She winked at you and then walked away when JJ appeared next to you and let his arm go around your shoulders.

“Let’s just pretend you didn’t do that in purpose. And the fact that you got to annoy Kim was just a good side effect of your loss.” JJ said and you rolled your eyes but then a little laugh came out of your mouth. “Just admit that you were jealous?”

“What? Why would I admit something that’s not true?” You crossed your arms around your chest.

“It is true. I would admit it. If I had a cousin that had a thing for you, I would be fuming.” He said and you stood there processing what he just said to you.

“What?” That’s all you could say. JJ just shook his head and a smirk appeared on his face.

“You’re never going to admit it, do you?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Never.”

“Well, you lost anyway, what are doing then? I can ask John B for his boat and...”

“Wait, are we actually going on a date?” You asked.

“Yes, why would I ask you on a date if I didn’t want to go on a date with you?” He asked confused.

“I don’t know.. you wanted to annoy my cousin?”

JJ let out a little laugh. “If I wanted to annoy her, I would’ve kiss you right there in front of her. But that’s something that I want to do later.” He winked at you and then walked away, leaving you, for the second time, with a mind full of thoughts and a heart beating faster than ever.

[kissorkill16]

A Stern Talking To: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Bubba talks some sense into two little girls.

Nicky was sleeping peacefully in his bed, and two silhouettes stood in the corner of his room, watching him sleep.

Lucy Yi and Mya Peterson sulked as they watched the boy sleep, mad that he wouldn't play with them. Sure, he managed to convince them that they shouldn't try to convince him to kill himself or that they shouldn't try to kill him or anyone else, but they still thought it wasn't fair he wouldn't listen to them anymore.

Just then, another shadow emerged beside Nicky's bed, making the two little girls jump up and turn into the taller, more distorted shadow. They were ready to attack, but then the shadow took the form of an elderly lady. They recognized this elderly lady from anywhere.

Nicky's grandmother, Bubba Fein.

"Don't even try it.", said Bubba. "I'm not afraid of you, you little brats."

The distorted shadow fell and was now back to the two little girls.

"Go away you old witch!", said Mya, "We're watching over Nicky!"

Bubba scoffed, "Watching over him? I've been doing most of the watching, and from the looks of it, you two have been walking all over my grandson.", she said. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, like you've been doing his entire life?!"

Bubba ran a hand over her gray hair, "You children haunted him and forced him to wear a dirty mask over his face to cover up the mess you made! At least I was aware of what I was doing, at least I admitted my mistakes to him in his dreams."

Lucy and Mya didn't answer, they just listened to her talk.

"You think you have it so bad because you were taken away from your life so quickly, watching everyone forget about you as if you were nothing! Well you aren't the only ones suffering after death! I had to watch my daughter and my grandson cry their eyes out at my funeral, I had to watch Nicky suffer the guilt of what he said to me before my death, I had to watch everyone treat him as if he were crazy, I had to watch him sit alone all of the time while his parents worked without a care in the world, I had to watch his friends slowly turn on him, I had to watch him get kidnapped, I had to watch as that devil Mr. Peterson slowly turned him into a ragdoll, I had to watch that bratty girl scout make his life hell, along with everyone else at that school he goes to."

Lucy and Mya exchanged a worried look. They had no idea Bubba had to watch Nicky's life fall apart so much.

"If you really knew the pain of being dead, then you'd know how painful it is to watch your loved ones suffer so much pain and agony while you can't do anything to help them or at least give them the slightest bit of comfort. Not only that, but I had to watch him get therapy from a disgusting, creepy man who obviously can't be trusted! Do you understand how hard that was for me to watch?"

The girls didn't answer, they just looked down at their feet. The elderly lady moved closer to the girls and bent down to their level.

"I understand that you're angry with the world for letting you die so quickly, and the man who is responsible for your deaths. But that is no excuse to torture my grandson. I know he fixed your friendship in a dream, but it's going to take a good long while for me to be able to trust you two again. So if you ever try to hurt him again, I will make sure you won't be able to see him again for the rest of your afterlives."

The two little girls nodded.

Then out of nowhere, Lucy and Mya started bawling.

"We're so sorry!", said Mya. "I didn't even want to hurt him, I was just so mad!"

"And I didn't even care that he wasn't truly happy in the basement, I just kept hurting him anyway! I'm so sorry, Nicky!", said Lucy.

Bubba wrapped her arms around the two little girls, letting them bury their tear-stained faces into her chest. "I understand, girls. Anger can drive us to do the most horrible things, and I let my anger and fear of losing Nicky get the better of me, and I ended up blindly lashing out at him. I might not deserve his forgiveness, but I'm glad he's giving me another chance, just like he's given everyone else. Even you two."

Lucy and Mya's crying softened, and now they were just resting their heads in the elderly lady's chest, soon falling asleep.

As they drifted off, Bubba took one look at her grandson and smiled. She picked up Lucy and Mya, walked over to Nicky, bent over, and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, my little wolf.", she whispered.

The soft smile that spread across Nicky's sleeping face warmed her heart even more.

[homoose]

Enjoy It While It Lasts

Summary: Just a lil Galvez/Garvez(?) at the BAU holiday party. Based very loosely on the prompt: We just met at a mutual friend’s holiday party but since we accidentally wore matching sweaters, everyone thinks we’re dating.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 1,130

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 5! I’m really gonna have to write more Galvez, huh?

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“I’m just saying, he’s really not that bad.” Emily closed the car door and came around to meet Penelope at the passenger side. “You’d probably like him if you stopped sulking for two minutes.”

Penelope scoffed. “Not a chance.” She balanced the pan of vegan lasagna in one hand and adjusted the hem of her sweater with the other. “And I’m not sulking. I miss Derek.”

Emily threw an arm around her shoulder. “I know you do, baby girl.” Penelope shoved at her shoulder and Emily grinned. “We all do. But Luke’s really trying. And I’ll bet you have more in common with him than you think.”

Penelope full on cackled at that. “Me and that hulking army brat? Now that’s a good joke.” Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t push the issue.

Penelope didn’t bother with the doorbell, opening the door and calling out, “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!” The sound of the team’s laughter floated into the foyer, the smell of Dave’s cooking and a roaring fireplace following close behind.

“There they are! Mia bellas.” Dave greeted them both with a double cheek kiss, pulling back to admire their offerings. Emily held up her wine, and Penelope gestured toward the kitchen with the pan of lasagna.

Her heels clicked across the hardwoods as she made her way to the kitchen. Krystall’s voice drifted out through the hallway, quiet and kind. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, honey.”

“I don’t think you understand, Mrs. Rossi.” Penelope bristled at his voice. “My mom taught me a lot of things but cooking was not one of them. We can just throw it away, it’s fine.”

“Please, ‘Mrs. Rossi’ makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Krystall is fine.” Penelope peered around the corner of the kitchen to see Krystall peeling back the foil on a casserole dish. “Oh. Well. Maybe if we just… trim this part off?”

Luke laughed, and Penelope’s heart sped up in the most obnoxious way. “I think it’s beyond trimming.”

Penelope resisted the urge to grind her teeth. She’d just pop in, drop off the pan, and scoot back out into the living room with the rest of the team. As soon as they heard the sound of her pumps on the tile, Luke and Krystall turned with warm smiles. Penelope returned Krystall’s excitement and blatantly ignored Luke.

“Penelope!” As she set the pan on the island, Krystall wrapped her in a tight hug. Penelope squeezed back. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

“Merry Christmas to my favorite Lady Rossi.”

Krystall pulled back out of the hug with a gasp. “Oh! You could help us with Luke’s mac and cheese!”

“Oh, no, I don’t think—” Penelope started.

“Nonsense! You’re the best cook I know— behind Dave, of course.” Krystall clapped her hands together. “Now, I think maybe if we just—”

“My wife, my life,” Rossi sang, strolling into the kitchen. “You’re being summoned. JJ is insisting on a picture of the hosts in front of the tree.” He kissed her cheek and began ushering her out.

“Wait, but…” Penelope trailed off. She huffed out a breath, already annoyed at Luke’s smug chuckling. “Don’t even look at me like that, newbie.”

He smirked and held his hands up. “I’m not looking at you like anything. Nice sweater.”

She looked at him— really looked for the first time since entering the kitchen— to see that his sweater was… the exact same one she had on. “Unbelievable,” she groaned. Of course he liked Zelda. And novelty Christmas sweaters. And of course the sweater stretched just right over his toned chest… and arms… and abs... and shoulders. How incredibly annoying.

He just raised his eyebrows at her sneer. “You don’t have a corner on the geek market, Penelope.”

She hated the way her name sounded in his mouth— like it belonged there, like it had always been there, like the etymology started and ended there. “Have you ever even played Zelda?” she questioned.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “That was like, my whole childhood.” He gave her a once over, and she wondered if she imagined his gaze lingering. “Looks better on you.”

She swallowed and pursed her lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” He grinned cheekily, and she huffed out an irritated breath, teetering over to the counter. “What’s wrong with your mac and cheese?”

He ran a hand down the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish shrug. “I really don’t know that it’s salvageable. It’s okay if you don’t think you can fix it.”

She couldn’t well turn down a challenge. “Oh, so now you doubt my abilities?”

Luke shook his head with a soft smile. “Never.”

She pulled back the aluminum foil to see a very, very burnt top layer of cheese and bread crumbles. She couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up. “Oh man, Alvez. This is… really bad.”

“I told you!” He leaned over the dish, brushing his exceedingly muscled shoulder against hers in the process, and she felt her body temperature rise a solid three degrees. “We can just throw it out.”

“No, no. We’ll just— hm.” She opened the silverware drawer and retrieved a fork. “Maybe we can…” She used the fork to dig up the top layer— it was so thoroughly melted together that it peeled up almost like a sheet of paper. She tilted her head to the side in surprise. “Wow, okay. That actually kind of worked.”

She pulled the chunks of burnt cheese and crumb mixture off one by one, dumping them into the trash as she went. When she’d cleared as much of the charred bits as she could, she surveyed her work with a smug smirk. She put her hands out with a little ta-da as she turned to gloat. But then Luke was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as downright dopey, and the snarky quip died in her throat. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Should we… put more cheese on it?”

She shook herself out of her stupor to jab, “You’re so full of cheese already, what’s a little more?”

Luke huffed out a laugh as she turned to retrieve whatever cheese she could find in the Rossi fridge. “That’s the best you got?”

“Watch it,” she scolded. “I’m only going easy on you because it’s the holidays, and I’m full of cheer, and goodwill, and tidings of comfort and joy.” She returned with a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. “So. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

She opened the bag and began sprinkling the cheese over the lackluster macaroni, so she missed the way his eyes traced over the fan of her lashes, the apple of her cheek, the curve of her mouth. “Oh, I intend to.”

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[dimitrescus-bitch]

Possessed (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

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You walked in to watch the interrogation with JJ. The two of you had been trying to divert the media away from the front doors of the police station. You hated it whenever big names made their way into cases. This time, the PR team of the football team the suspected unsub played on had made an announcement on how shocked they were that their player was even a suspect. Within minutes, the front doors were swarmed and there was practically an angry mob of dedicated college football fans outside of the station. 

“How far as she gotten with him?” you asked and Hotch glanced over at you. He seemed sort of nervous, but it was sudden. “What’s going on in there Aaron? What did you send her in there to do?” 

“Are the front doors clear?” Hotch asked and you nodded. “Good, keep an eye on them.” 

“You’re quite a strong guy. I can’t imagine that you have any trouble holding anybody down.” Emily’s voice cut through and your eyes widened as you realized his tactic. It had been discussed that you didn’t like Emily being used like that. She had admitted that it made her uncomfortable and occasionally unsafe, even with her weapon. “Do you think you could hold me down like you held down your professor?” 

“JJ, can you take Y/n out of the room please?” Hotch asked and JJ gently led you out of the room. You could sort of see into the interrogation room from the hallway. 

“Is she touching him?” You pushed yourself off of the wall and booked it towards the door. JJ dove for your knees and knocked you onto the ground though. She was much stronger than she appeared and easily kept you pinned to the ground. “Let me up. Get her out of that fucking room!” 

Everybody could hear your screaming. It had gotten the attention of Emily, who walked out of the room to see what was happening. Hotch just ordered you out of the station before Emily could reassure you that she was fine. Derek ended up escorting you out of there and you were brought back to hang out in Garcia’s office for awhile. 

“I don’t think anybody would blame you if you stepped away for the rest of the day,” Garcia said. You’d been sitting in her office with her for about 30 minutes and all you’d done was give the whole room an angry aura. 

“Guys like him are fucking crazy. A little bit of flirting can translate to a lifelong connection. What if he confesses and gets out? He could come looking for her,” you said and Garcia put her hand on your back. You sniffled and then stormed out of the whole building. You went home and laid down, trying to calm yourself down. Once you were over your fear of Emily being in danger, another root to your anger hit you full force, jealousy. Emily was your fiancé, not somebody that Hotch could use to seduce an unsub into confessing. 

“Y/n?” Emily called out as she got home. It had to have been no longer than four hours since you’d gotten home yourself. Four hours and you hadn’t moved your bed, where you were just laying there thinking. 

“Bedroom,” you answered curtly. Emily’s heeled boots clacked against the marble flooring with every step that she took. Emily pushed the door open completely and sighed when she saw you. 

“When did you leave?” Emily asked as she kneeled on the edge of the bed. She crawled on her knees towards you and ended up sitting on your lap. “Hotch and JJ wanted to talk to you. They got worried about you.” 

“Were you worried?” you asked and Emily nodded. “You know, I think I get why they call you princess.” 

“Oh really?” Emily asked and you nodded. “And why is that?” 

“Because a queen wouldn’t let herself be a pawn. You let them use you today on someone who isn’t worth your attention.” You had to have sounded jealous because Emily’s facial expression changed. “You said you wouldn’t do that anymore.” 

“I didn’t think I would,” Emily told you. She tried to kiss you, but you wouldn’t let her. “I’m yours Y/n. You’re the one I love, even when you’re acting like a brat.” 

“You’re the brat princess,” you shot back. Emily leaned in to kiss you again and you let her. Emily was gentle with you, like she was trying to relax you completely before she went in for the kill. Emily would slowly pull back the layers of your psyche until she had your soul completely out in the open. That was when you’d let her possess you. 

The first thing to go was always your physical coverings. Emily would carefully shed your clothes, layer by layer. Then, she’d work on marking up your skin. You tried not to let your emotions get the best of you, but when they did, this was your ritual to steady yourself. Most of the time, hickeys were restricted to where your clothing would cover them. It was the lingering feeling of her teeth scraping across your pulse point or the drag of her tongue across your clavicle that left the biggest mark. 

It was Emily’s time between your legs that was the most important. Whatever it was that her words didn’t get across to you, she could that way. You’d always believed actions spoke louder than words, so Emily used your intimate time to scream her affection for you. You were never more bare than when you were on the verge of climaxing. That was when you felt your soul was put out into the open and that was exactly whenever Emily would tear right through it. She left you broken and exhausted on the bed, but then she’d lay herself next to you, hold your hands, and stare into your eyes. 

“I’m yours,” you muttered and Emily leaned in and kissed you. “And you’re mine.” 

“Exactly.” 

[obxsummer]

Hold Me // John B. Routledge

word count: 3k

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: angsty angst, sexual assault, mentions of depression, rafe being an absolute dick

summary: what started out as a fun friday night with your friends ends horribly when rafe decides to try and take what you won’t give him.

a/n: so first obx piece. this one’s all over the place, please be careful. my mind’s full of ideas and i’m in need of some serious angst + fluff so here it is.

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It started out like any other typically Friday night. The Boneyard was packed with various Pogues, Kooks, and tourists in between, but you always knew exactly where your friends were at any given moment. Call it a sixth sense, but you could practically feel them in the back of your mind as you crossed the sand to where they were sitting a bare tree that had fallen.

“Hey, guys,” You greeted as you grabbed a red solo cup from JJ’s outstretched hand. “How’s it going?”

“Damn, Kook, you sure you wanna rough it with us?” JJ joked as you sat down next to him in the sand, leaning your back against the large tree.

You nudged him lightly, kicking some sand on him with your foot. “Shut up. You know you guys are way cooler than any of those stuck up brats.”

“That’s a win!” JJ shoved his cup in the air, a little bit of the liquid sloshing out to land on his head as Pope and Kie knocked their cups against his.

“Where’s John B?” You asked as you surveyed the crowd that had gathered around the campfire. Said boy was nowhere in sight and you were curious where he had wandered off to.

Pope laughed, “There it is. JJ, you owe me five bucks.”

As the blonde next to you groaned in annoyance, you looked at Kiara for answers. She rolled her eyes, flipping the boys off as she took a drag from the joint in her hand. “They had a bet on how long it would take before you asked where John B was.”

You shook your head as you flipped the two idiots off. “Assholes, both of you. Sorry that you’re single and can’t get any attention.” JJ and Pope both ignored you, now busy trying to see who could pull off a better handstand.

Your relationship with John B was different than your friends. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, and you had gotten plenty of complaints from your Kook friends about the fact that you hung around with him. Your parents didn’t really mind, although they gave you a hard time about it in the beginning, they could tell you were happy with him and that was all that mattered.

He made you a better person, and he knew about things that nobody else did. The level of comfort and security John B brought you was mind-blowing. You had dealt with severe mental issues in your past, and if you let it go too long, it would get out of hand. John B knew that. He knew when you didn’t answer your phone for more than twelve hours that you were going through something in your mind and he was quick to sit by you through it all. You were grateful for him; you didn’t know what you would do without him.

Two people not pleased about it: Rafe and Topper. Although Topper leaned off when he started dating one of your best friends, Sarah, his comments were hard to ignore, especially when they started hitting close to heart. Sarah had done her best to get him to quit, but in the long run, it didn’t help what happened when she wasn’t around.

You ignored the laughing coming from Pope and JJ as you stood up in search of your boyfriend. When you came up empty-handed, you figured you might as well fill up your cup while you had the chance. Spinning away with a full drink, you started the walk back to your friends when you were interrupted.

“There she is. If it isn’t the girl of my dreams.”

You shook your head as you turned to face Rafe and Topper, both looking particularly suspicious. “Can I help you?” You looked at them in disgust before taking a sip of your drink. Suddenly, the cup was flying from your hands, having been slapped away by Rafe who was making a quick advance. “What the hell was that?” You shouted in anger as you backed away from him.

He followed you, Topper behind him, as they continued to push you back into the darkness away from the bonfire. “I’m sick of you hanging out with that worthless piece of trash instead of being where you belong!” Rafe’s hand grabbed your wrist tightly as he stopped your potential escape. “My sister tried so hard to keep me away from you,” He growled as his left hand came up to stop the scream that was forming in your throat. “Little did she know she only made me want you more.”

“Get off me!” You shoved his hand away for a moment to get your command out, but it fell upon deaf ears and you tumbled to the sand after tripping over driftwood. “Rafe, stop. Please!”

You tried to shove him away but he caught your hands in his own, trapping them above your head. “Nah,” He smiled cruelly as he pinned you down. “My boy Top’s making sure nobody disturbs us. It’s just gonna be me and you, princess.”

The fight instantly left your body as you realized you had no way out. Your friends wouldn’t be able to hear you, and Rafe was stronger than you, there was no way you were getting out of here.

“Stop, please.” You finched as he released his grip on your wrists and grabbed your hips tightly before he sat back on your ankles, keeping your lower half on the ground. You tried to shove his head away, or hit his neck so he would let you go, but one quick elbow to your stomach and you were on the ground again, fighting back tears.

“Hey, asshole! Get the hell off of her!”

Rafe was pulled away from you as someone tackled him into the sand. You quickly moved away, struggling to find your feet before running. You didn’t know where you were, all you knew was where you were going. The shouting faded as you continued your escape, dodging people left and right before you crawled off the sand and back onto the grassy ground near John B’s house.

You threw the front door open without question, barely getting through before you were tripping over your own shoes, landing in a tangled mess on the floor. The facade broke, and you couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of your eyes as you laid there on hardwood floor, curled in a ball.

This is not how you expected the night to go. You just wanted to spend time with your friends, get drunk, and cuddle with your boyfriend. Clearly that was too much to ask for when you lived in the Outer Banks.

All you could do was lay there once the tears stop. Your eyes remained glassy as you focused on the sound of your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Nothing else existed in your mind; just the cold, hard floor beneath you and the sound of breath flowing through your nose.

“Y/N!” John B’s voice echoed through the house, making you curl tighter into a ball as you shifted to lean your back against the wall. You buried your face into your knees and hugged them to your chest. “Y/N, where are you?”

The light flicked on as he opened the door with JJ, Pope, and Kie behind him. “Y/N!”

You felt his hands on your shoulder and arm before you reacted with a scream. “No! Don’t-Don’t touch me!” You flinched away from his concerned touch as you released the grip on your knees.

John B’s eyes were full of concern as he watched you move away from him. He lost his balance from his crouch and crashed to the floor when you flinched away, scared of him, of his hands.

Glancing back at his friends, Kiara gave him a wave to continue, knowing it would be worse if he let you succumb to the thoughts in your head without any help. He nodded as they motioned they would be outside in case he needed them.

He turned back to face you, failing to know what to do. “I’m not going to hurt you,” He whispered as he reached out to gently touch your hand. “Listen to me. You’re safe and Rafe isn’t going to touch you again, we made sure of it. I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

John B expected you to yank your hand away, to run into the spare bedroom without a second glance, but you didn’t. It was as if a knob had turned and suddenly, you relaxed a little and practically launched into his arms. “I-”

“It’s okay,” He mumbled, “I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay.” He pulled you into his lap, placing his chin on your head as he held you tightly. There was nothing else to do but stay here and remind you that you were safe until you calmed down.

After a while, you finally pulled yourself from his arms to face him. John B gave you a small smile as he brushed your hair off your shoulder. “You okay?” He asked as moved his hand to hold yours. “Come on, talk to me. Let me know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

You shook your head slightly, shifting to lean against his shoulder. “My mind is a dark place. You don’t want to be there, J.”

John B kissed the top of your head gently. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve been there.”

“It’s okay,” You mumbled as you took an uneasy breath. “Um, I’m gonna… Is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Yeah, of course.” John B stood up, picking you up along with him. “I’m gonna go talk to the group if that’s okay? They’re worried.”

You nodded and brushed a hand through your sandy, tangled hair only to pull it free when it got stuck. “They can come in. I, just. I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be back.”

John B watched you disappear into the bathroom before sprinting onto the porch where his friends were sitting. Kiara was the first one on her feet. “Is she okay?”

“She’s uh, she’s gonna be fine,” John B kept glancing through the door to make sure you were okay. “She’s just really shaken up. Um, she said you guys can come in, she’s in the shower. I’m gonna just grab some stuff for her.”

Pope, JJ, and Kiara entered the house as John B disappeared into his room. This night had been chaotic. Sarah was the first to notice something went wrong on the beach and was quick to alert them. She worked on distracting Topper while the rest of the group went for Rafe, knowing he would be an issue.

John B couldn’t wipe the image out of his head: you on the group with Rafe on top of you, putting who knows what in your head. He didn’t think before tackling the Kook to the ground. JJ was by his side in seconds, the two of them managing to hit the offender unconscious before turning to see you had run from the scene.

“Where did she go?” John B asked as he grabbed his hat from the sand. His mind was racing after Sarah ran up to him and told him what was happening. There were red alarms ringing in his head and he needed to make sure you were okay.

Kiara shook her head as she tried to think quickly. “Your house. Go. Go, go, go!”

And that’s how the group ended up finding you, tearful on the floor in pure fear. They hated knowing they didn’t stop it, and it was only worse when you pushed your boyfriend away.

The semi-warm water did nothing to remove the bruises Rafe left on your skin as you scrubbed the sand off. Now that the initial rush had ended, you were coming to your senses as gravity set in. You had friends concerned about your safety and a boyfriend who was willing to be by your side until everything was okay.

Stepping out of the shower, you noted that John B had placed one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts on the skink for you to wear instead of putting your dirty clothes back on. You mentally cooed at the action before drying off and placing the warm clothes on your body. You exited the bathroom into John B’s room, unsure of what was about to happen.

The boy himself was sitting on his bed, head in his hands as he waited for you to come out. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he didn’t know what you were scared of, all he knew what that he needed to be here, and be patient, for as long as you needed him.

“Hi,” You whispered as you stood in front of him.

He looked up, revealing his own glossy eyes. “Hey.”

You didn’t say anything else and instead crawled up on the bed to place yourself in his embrace, needing his soft, gentle touch compared to Rafe’s cruel and harsh one. John B let you situated before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” He mumbled against your wet hair, a few tears of his own slipping out as he realized what could’ve happened if they didn’t get there in time.

“It’s okay,” You assured as you played with the bracelets on his wrist for a distraction. “It’s not your fault.”

“I could’ve not walked away from the group and just stayed there, this wouldn’t have ever happened if you didn’t go looking for me,” He continued to disagree.

You shook your head and pushed away so you could hold his face in your hands. “J, it’s not your fault. Rafe would’ve attacked another time, and who’s to say it wouldn’t have ended even worse then. I’m glad you came when you did. You stopped something worse from happening.”

He blinked a couple of times to rid his eyes of the salty tears before you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him softly. “You’re my hero,” You whispered when you broke apart. “Come on, the others are waiting.”

It was a rare sight to see your friends so silent. The couch had been folded out and was currently occupying Pope, JJ, and Kiara. Pope had his legs hanging off the edge, elbows on his knees as he murmured to himself. JJ and Kiara both had their backs against the back of the couch, the former playing with Kie’s hair as a distraction for both of them.

“Hey,” Pope noticed the two of you first, instantly perking up which caught the attention of Kiara and JJ. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.” You gave him a small smile before crossing the room to sit in the middle of the pullout, John B following right behind you. Kiara was instantly pulling you into a side hug, her concern and worry getting the best of her. “I’ll be fine. It’ll take some getting through, but I’ll be good, I promise.”

“We’re always here for you, yeah?” JJ reached across Kiara to ruffle your wet hair. “And I will be kicking Rafe’s ass next time I see him, don’t you worry!”

“You say that every time and then you get your ass kicked,” Pope shot back as he glared at his friend. “Try again.”

Kiara rolled her eyes at their antics before focusing her attention back on you. “JJ has a point. I know John B will be here, but if you need us, we’re always a boat ride away, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, guys.”

JJ was crashing on the pullout as he often did to avoid going home to his dad. He felt bad about staying, but you reassured him it was completely okay and when the others weren’t listening, you even slipped in that you felt safer with him here too. Not that it was necessarily true, but it made him smile and that was good enough for you.

Kie and Pope left soon after, promising to come back to check on you tomorrow. You finally collapsed on John B’s bed, exhaustion setting in as your eyes threatened to shut any second.

“Promise me you’re gonna be okay?” Your boyfriend’s hair was barely visible in the dark as he watched you with concern.

You nodded, cuddling up to his chest for warmth. “I’ll be fine. And if not, I’ve got you right here with me to hold me and help me through it.”

There was a part of John B that wanted to go out and completely trash everything Rafe owns, but he knew that would only make the matters worse. They were probably already on his shit list from stopping his assault. John B didn’t care, though. If it meant protecting you and keeping you safe, he would go around the world and back just to have you in his arms at the end of every night. That was enough for him.

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And they said, speak now.

Summary: Spencer is getting married, but to the wrong person.

Speak Now, Taylor Swift.

A/N: I would totally do this ngl. Also enjoy this while I work on some (new) fics! (SR x reader coming to my wattpad and here after “The city of romance”)

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl

Let’s get some things straight. You were not the kind of girl to ruin someone's big day. Especially not the love of your life’s  your best friend’s. But you couldn’t let him do this. His fiancé was a total bitch and she was a brat. She was spoiled from daddy’s money and way to privileged for her own good. One time you had invited the team over for dinner. Spencer brought her like the kind person he was, and she insulted you for not having a bar. In your house. You drank a lot that night because you never got drunk and it had been a rough week. She blackmailed you with a video from that night. If she doesn’t get what she wants, there's a fight. 

I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room

Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry This is surely not what you thought it would be I lose myself in a daydream

“JJ!” She spins around to see you standing by her car. 

“Y/N?” She walks back over, leaving Will with Henry. “What’re you doing here?”

“JJ, come on. We both know he can’t marry her. She stuck up and spoiled. And she’s a total bitch.” 

“Okay, just be careful.” You both hear screaming and look to see the bride yelling at a bridesmaid outside. Her dress is huge. Too big for a wedding. “Yeah, okay. You got this.” She winks at you before going to catch up with the team inside.  

You see Spencer outside and make your way over to him, making sure bridezilla doesn’t see you.

“Spence.” He turns around as Derek claps him on the back and winks at you before walking away. Everyone on the team knew she wasn’t the one for him. It was obvious. Spencer appreciated words and time spent with people. She enjoys materialistic objects and ideas.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

Where I stand and say Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow You need to hear me out

“You might think I’m a horrible person after this, but I need you to hear me out.” He nodded. “You can’t marry bridezilla in there. She’s not good for you. She is materialistic and rude. She sets people up for failure and blackmails them. Hell, she tried to blackmail me. Look, if you really think that you two were meant to be, than ignore me. Go get married and have the life you always wanted. But, she’s not the one for you Spence. I love you and I’m not gonna hide that anymore because I’m not losing you now.” You take a deep breath and look him in the eyes. “Don’t say a single vow. Don’t say I do. I’ll be waiting for you in the back of the church. We can run away and be together Spence. I love you.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before walking away to your car in the back. 

You waited and waited, letting JJ update you on what’s going on. The moment was about to come. 

And they said speak now Fond gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play A song that sounds like a death march

You could hear the song playing from out here. It was taunting you. The slow song as the bride would be walking down the aisle. The bride who was doing what you were supposed to do.

It was horrible. That song was horrible. Why do people play it? It’s boring and sad.

And I am hiding in the curtains It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen But I know you wish it was me

I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and snuck in. I hid by the window, Spencer noticing me and smiling a little bit more. I remember when he told me I couldn’t come anymore.

“Hey, Y/N. Can I talk to you?” You smiled and looked up from your chair.

“Of course Spence. What’s up?” 

“I, uh, Hailey doesn’t want you at the wedding.”

 Maybe, one day I would be like her walking down the aisle. Maybe one day I would have Aaron by my side walking me down the aisle, the love of my life at the end of it. 

You wish it was me Don't you? Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow

And they said speak now Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow

As she stands by Spencer, I move closer and closer to the back door before slipping out around it. You stood, listening the best you could to what the officiant was saying. 

Your time is running out And they said speak now I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace There's the silence, there's my last chance stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only looking at you

“If you object to this marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You emerged from the behind the doors and cleared your throat loud enough for everyone to look at you. Some smiled, some frowned. Some had large creases between their eyebrows from disgust.

“You!” Hailey growled.

“I love you Spencer. Don’t waste your life with her. She doesn’t even want kids and I think we can all agree that you would be the best dad in the entire world.” You smiled at the thought of Spencer being a dad. “Run away with me and we can be happy. Please.” 

His smile was huge watching you now. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He dropped her hands and ran out, not listening to her calling out his name. You stood outside the door as he ran and scooped you up in his arms, placing a long sweet kiss on your lips. You heard the team cheering at you before screaming to get out as the bride came your way. He put you back on the ground before picking you up bridal style and carrying you around the church.

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl So don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door Don't wait, or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said speak now

“Let’s run away together.” 

“I love you Spencer Reid.”

“Let’s get married. I mean I’m already in my tux, let’s just go do it. We can rings at a jewelry store around here and live together forever.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“I’m so glad I didn’t say my vows. You’re right, your the phone for me. Not her. She’s the wrong girl.”

And you'll say let's run away now I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door Baby, I didn't say my vows So glad you were around When they said speak now