#not tagging JJ cause I don’t wanna piss anyone off

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RHYTHM IS A DANCER ── .✦ fluff, suggestive .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤷ jj maybank x fem kook!reader // enemies-to-lovers ༘⋆

➤ wc: 4.8k (💀) // notes: i wanna write 1k - 2k fics but i keep dragging them on now. procrastination then losing ideas! idk what’s with me. never turns out how i plan lol. this is currently my least liked fic… i’m pissed. so, to the two who asked to be tagged, so so sorry, not tagging anyone cos i’m not proud! [ masterlist ]

you were a kook and living on the figure 8 in a luxurious mansion owned by your parents. you had a sister that was your age and she happened to be dating a pogue, for the last couple of months.

pope heyward, your sister’s boyfriend that your parents had actually approved of (despite him not being a kook) and that was because pope was the studious type. one who cared about school and had the brains. he was also a very nice boy so your parents liked your sister’s boyfriend; were impressed by his intelligence and manners. their thoughts on his friends though? somewhat questionable but they just accepted it slowly as time passed on because they spoiled your sister.

not that they didn’t spoil you either but she was more of the favorite at times. the more out-going sibling, the one with silly puppy-like energy. the absolute sweetheart while you were kind of the opposite to her.

now you barely spoke to the pogues and kind of refused to mingle in (unless it wasn’t avoidable) and that’s mostly due to one of pope’s best friends hating you since the first meeting, a while back.

jj maybank.

and you couldn’t stand him also after that. it’s not like you had done anything to him but he just had a natural disdain for kooks, which led to him assuming things about you.

sure, you weren’t like your fun-loving sister, who seemed to actually suit the pogues more than her own kind. you could be a bit uptight as you got easily annoyed and you did enjoy being a kook. it would be a lie to say you didn’t — you liked being a bit preppy, weren’t so fond of every messy thing but there were more layers to you, just hidden.

so those unavoidable moments with the pogues and jj? always ended up with jj triggering the hell out of you. the only person to truly set your nerves on fire and get you frustrated.

and what would he do at your reactions? get even more bothersome! a few times, he had literally gotten up in your space just to annoy the hell out of you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ [ flashback start ]

“oh, fuckin’ spare me, y/n! why don’t you just take your prissy lil ass outta here! you’re like the poster child for kooks!”

you snarled, shooting him a dirty look.

“i didn’t even talk to you, maybank. i-”

“yeah, ‘cause i can tell you look down on me right away! what? think you’re too good to be talkin’ to me?” that southern drawl seemed to get thicker the more he got riled up.

“you’re putting words in my mou-”

“am i? ‘cause you don’t look too happy that we’re here, princess!”

“quit cutting me off and get some manners!!”

he barked a sarcastic laugh at that.

but he wasn’t that wrong… you weren’t so happy at it but mainly because you just didn’t feel the vibe with the pogues. you couldn’t help it. they’re out here breaking rules, causing trouble and dragging your sister into (though she loves it). it was something your world just wasn’t used to.

you weren’t really trying to look down on anyone. still, you huffed in annoyance. staring at jj’s face, which looked like it was glaring daggers at you.

the thing is, he’s a bit of a hypocrite. because deep down, he had instantly judged you based on your appearance alone. already figuring out the type of girl you were — or thinking he had you figured out to the perfect t.

so after his bark of laughter, he immediately cornered you near a wall — which worried the others. it didn’t help that he sort of towered over you at his height, being very tall.

“think you’re much better than me, huh?” he gritted through his teeth.

and the rest… became a slight blur because you had shoved him and it kept going downhill from there. when you did that, he yelled “oh dang, she knows how to push someone! surprised you’re not worried about breakin’ a nail!”

now, he didn’t do anything physically, no. you were a girl — he wasn’t a psycho. he just liked getting in your personal bubble but the tension and anger soared. everyone had to get you two apart.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ [ flashback end ]

jj maybank had accepted your sister for the sake of pope and because she was blending in with the crew. he gave your sister credit for that.

but you? he just couldn’t stand you. for some reason, he got worked up just seeing you sometimes. more so than with other infamous kooks he hated and he didn’t really understand why nor did he try to think on it.

however, you had a secret dorky side of you that probably only your sister knew of. you weren’t always miss prim and proper, enjoying the fine things that money can buy. the one who was stoic at times and used to structure rather than chaos.

you did enjoy some simple things in life. perhaps you just needed someone to get that side of you to come out more.

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tonight your sister had her boyfriend pope here; along with his best friends, john b, kie and of course, jj. it was one of the nights that they were all hanging out together in your home, actually chilling. the pogues had slowly grown comfortable to this place over the last few months and enjoyed it, plus your parents were out, at some fancy event.

the thing was, you had no idea your sister was at home with her boyfriend and his friends. you definitely had no idea that jj maybank was currently inside of these walls with you. the mansion that was your home was by far one of the largest ones here and it had stretched on quite a bit. it was enough for a king and several servants to live in practically. they were upstairs, in your sister’s room which was on the other side of the place while you were currently in the kitchen.

you were in a pleasant mood currently, having been listening to some of your favorite songs; songs from the 90’s. funky and full of beats to make you wanna move. it was a guilty pleasure of yours. listening to old classics and jamming out, especially when you thought nobody would catch you. it was probably one of the few things to privately help you let unwind.

you know that saying? ‘dance like nobody’s watching.’ that’s exactly something you loved doing.

you had worked up a tiny appetite from the mild dancing you had already done earlier (after binging cartoons, another secret guilty pleasure). so you were in the kitchen, trying to whip up some snacks. the bright kitchen lights were on and beaming, the music still loudly playing from your bluetooth speaker.

suddenly, one of your all-time favorite 90’s song started playing… ‘rhythm is a dancer’ by snap!

you immediately put the snacks on hold, unable to contain the excitement of grooving to this song. you started by stepping to the beat, swaying your hips slowly as the beginning started.

in your mind, the kitchen had become your little disco room as you kept on bobbing to the beat. your energy going up as you started humming the lyrics.

unfortunately for you… you were going to be discovered soon. and you’d keep dancing without a single clue as you got lost in your happy bubble.

jj maybank had made his way down, navigating through your mansion. he already knew the layout — there were times he wanted to steal some things, he couldn’t help it. this was when he first came here and was getting used to pope dating a kook girl. your parents had a nice collection of shiny trinkets but pope always stopped him.

he also had gotten a little hungry and your sister told him he could go to the kitchen and get whatever he liked — it was definitely a walk to get there but what surprised him was the sound of loud music when he got nearer.

he blinked, wondering who the hell was playing music. pope’s girlfriend had said her parents were out and he knew that there was no way in hell… you were blasting tunes. especially not upbeat funky ones that even he liked.

“definitely can’t be her,” he scoffed. talking to himself but he did wonder.

“do they have other family members? shit… i can’t remember.” he kept muttering as he finally got the kitchen entrance.

and to his utter surprise, once he stepped in a little… there you were, in the slight distance as it was wide — dancing your heart out… acting silly.

he paused his steps completely, eyebrows shooting up in bewilderment but mild amusement.

the song had gotten to the rap part and by now, you were holding a damn spatula to use as a microphone as you actually rapped out the lyrics, loud with proud. you had even gotten on top of the empty counter top, swinging your free hand. acting like the goofiest rapper around. jj couldn’t believe his eyes at the scene.

[…] “let it control you, hold you, mold you, not the old, the new. touch it, taste it, free your soul and let it baste you. got to be what you wanna. if the groove don’t get you, the rifle’s gonna. i’m serious as cancer when i say rhythm is a dancer!” […]

jj had a perfect view to you as if he were at a concert. he moved to hide behind something just a little as he watched you.

not only were you letting loose in ways he never saw you do but how you dressed? it wasn’t your typical posh-like outfits. the ones you wore in public. there you were, wearing a white baggy ish tee-shirt with a spongebob squarepants art design on it. his face, laughing on the print along with the most fluffy looking short shorts, tie-dyed. jj had never seen shorts like that to be honest. along with two ankle socks that were different, one was yellow and one was pink. you were totally mix matched. no makeup on and your hair was down and messily bouncing with your moves.

out of all people he expected to do something like this and to have such a look, never in a million years would you come to mind. it was like he was witnessing a brand new person.

jj had to admit, you looked even prettier this way. oh yes, he wasn’t an idiot. you were an attractive person — he always knew that. no matter how much he refused to confirm it, deep down he saw it. even if you drove him nuts… you were one the prettiest people in the obx.

but now? seeing you in your natural (and dorky) glory — he found himself staring too much at you for a moment. the way you were a perfect mess and he hated to admit it but it was making him feel things he didn’t want to feel.

then again, maybe it was always underneath the surface. buried and waiting to be dug up because the tension between you two existed. there was a fine line between hate and love sometimes, wasn’t there? you two acted like enemies but is that really all there was to it?

the rogue pogue and a kook princess, at each other’s throats even though he instigated it usually. a thought gnawed at him now… that maybe, just maybe… he wanted your attention all along. that’s why he pushed your buttons but he also hated himself for it. he didn’t know why this one kook did this to him so he acted out? and he realized that he didn’t know you as well as he thought he did.

but soon enough he got distracted by your dancing again. you were twirling around for a bit before the song ended, a happy grin on your face. you looked so carefree, waving the spatula in the air.

then another song started — the 90’s hits kept coming and you didn’t stop. you also still had no idea you were being watched by jj, your enemy.

your hips started swaying, you were turning (still on the counter top) and his eyes instantly trailed down the curve of your back, landing to your ass.

he gulped, watching the way it moved — a bit more sensually now rather than goofy. his brows furrowed.

‘… what is wrong with me?’

but he kept swallowing saliva that formed in his mouth (perhaps he was slowly drooling over you now). he was feeling just a tad hot because your curves were moving too well of all of sudden.

‘stop starin’ man…’ he scolded himself but his eyes didn’t dare move and kept locked on.

he shifted a bit, feeling his face grow hot a little and subconsciously licked his lips as he enjoyed your little show, those assets shown off slightly.

then you went back to your goofiness as the beat changed. he was both glad and disappointed at that.

he was calming down and the heat he felt was simmering as you started being silly and cute with your dance again.

however, he felt an uncontrollable urge as he didn’t think he could just stand hidden anymore. he found himself wanting to join you now. he enjoyed that you were playing 90’s funk and dance anthems, he enjoyed how wild you looked. his body wanted to grove along.

he went from shock, amusement to mild arousal to… admiring? to wanting to close the distance. to be around you. to have fun with you.

and he was all about these moments in life.

so he did what he would.

he started feeling the music and goofily stepped his way near the counter and fridge, busting out his own dorky moves. when he danced, oh, he got into it. he put energy into that and swung his hands around, head bobbing too.

he was wearing a black cap, white tee shirt as well along with black sweats paired with his usual accessories (silver rings, bracelets and his signature shark tooth necklace).

he thoroughly enjoyed this minute of vibing when you finally looked down, noticing him. you yelped, dropping the spatula as it clanked to the floor and froze up to which he startled at.

then he looked up, a small cocky grin forming (something he never wore in front of you before because usually he looked mad at you), “don’t stop on me now, princess. i just got started.” he spoke loudly over the music.

one, you were certain your face was every shade of red right now. two, you were feeling a whole wave of embarrassment crash over. three, it’s jj friggin’ maybank!

‘how long has he been there?!’

his grin started growing when he saw your facial expression morphing into that. you were way too easy to read. he let out a chuckle, “oh, embarrassed? who knew that ya don’t always have a stick up your ass.”

he couldn’t help it, not at all. this need to tease you and get you bothered still. it was apparent that this was his addiction, only right now, it didn’t hold the same malice. not that you noticed as the panic burst in… nobody ever saw you dance like this before (except maybe your sister) and nobody saw this look you adorned but it just had to be him.

‘WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE HATE ME?!’

in your internal tsunami-like feeling of panic, you shifted and almost slipped off the counter. jj had seen it and immediately placed a hand on the counter and another one out to you in case.

he was actually worried and that short-circuited your brain because you have never seen him look at you with worry. normally you were sure he’d let you fall. but luckily, you steadied yourself and slowly lowered down to sit on the counter — you reached to your phone nearby and lowered the volume of the music. then when you tried to hop off… you got caged by the blond boy.

you never quite noticed how his eyes mimicked the calm sea until now. and that they were quite pretty.

‘why am i focusing on that?’

he had a small smirk returning to his face as both hands were flatly placed on either sides of your thighs. your heart rate skipped a beat which made you feel more antsy. a frown etched it’s way onto your face as you recognized you felt nervous for first the time.

although he was smirking, looking slightly devious… the hint of concern was still lingering a smidge in his eyes. this was the closest you two had been without fighting.

“… um, can i help you?” a little snark came into your tone as you felt defensive and he shook his head slightly.

“don’t do that.” his voice was suddenly a bit lower than usual and it was… hot.

“excuse me?”

he ignored your comment, still staying in that position and slightly leaning his front half towards you while you shyly leaned back.

“you okay?” he asked, halting when he saw you lean back although he couldn’t help but find your shy action kind of cute.

“you’re asking if i’m okay?”

“yea, you deaf?” he scoffed lightly, not meaning anything bad but it’s just how two always spoke to each other, a little bit of edge laced in. or that tension you both ignored since day one.

though this is actually the most normal conversation you two ever had.

your eyes narrowed a little and you straightened up, causing you to get closer to him now. “i didn’t think you’d care. wouldn’t you laugh seeing me fall off this counter?”

he let out a short huff, “i can’t stand you but that don’t mean i want you dead either.”

“could have fooled me, besides… i wouldn’t die if i fell from-”

his eyes sharpened; that hint of concern replaced with mild anger, “are you serious? you coulda hit your head on a sharp edge!”

the way he was speaking to you… so different from before made your heartbeat skip once more. this odd feeling of flutters were starting to form in your gut but you ignored it. you weren’t quite sure what to say but he went on.

“maybe ‘m an ass but god, ‘m not psycho, princess.”

you scooted your butt across the counter just a tad bit which caused your thigh to move and cover his one hand. you shivered and quickly moved, trying to get him away so you could hop off.

“well i’m fine, maybank. that didn’t happen and whatever you saw tonight also didn’t!”

but he wouldn’t let you get away, so he gripped your thighs instead to hold you on the counter. you (and him) felt a jolt when he had his warm hands on your skin, even though you were slightly sweaty from the dancing. he didn’t seem to give a flying fuck.

taking a sharp inhale, you stared with your eyes going slightly wide.

he stared for a moment, thinking to himself until he regained his usual self back, though something else was hidden with him — some type of feeling.

“oh, i saw. you dancin’ in this wacky outfit… ‘m almost impressed, i think.” he played it off because he was impressed, he just didn’t want to fully admit to it.

“you holdin’ up your lil spatula as a microphone? don’t think i’ve seen that one yet.” he snickered lightly to himself as he watched you squirm a little, feeling your thighs tremble ever so slightly.

he found himself liking this much more than your bad fights.

mild humiliation, annoyance yet… what else was that feeling you had? added on to all that? attraction?

you snapped out of it and shoved him away to which he backed up, his hands leaving your thighs — both of you secretly missing the touch, as you finally hopped off the counter and stood in front of him. both of you fighting off those internal struggles because it just didn’t make sense to either of your brains.

“i know you have material now to poke fun at me with, so be the immature jerk that i know you are because i’m not gonna listen. i’m just gonna move on.” ‘and possibly lock myself in my bedroom for the next week!’ you said it with a firm determination but he could hear the minor tremble in your tone.

you started moving your legs, refusing to look him in the eye because those blue eyes felt too intense. his jaw clenched tightly as he reached out, grabbing your wrist then in a split second, you were pinned against the side of the fridge.

“immature jerk? look- ain’t tryna be mean now.” he let out an exhale of frustration. his hands now holding your waist to keep your back on that fridge and it felt too… intimate. having his hands there.

“i just…” he continued but wavered, his jaw loosening and he shooed his little irritation away.

“you just…?” you murmured, feeling your heart pump faster by the second — the air was changing around you both.

“it came out wrong. i… shit- i was impressed, a lot… you- you’re not what i thought you were.” he stared intently into your eyes, locking on with the most serious expression.

there was still the low volume of music playing lightly in the background, still those 90’s jams that didn’t match this new mood but neither of you really heard it anymore.

you couldn’t help but give him an incredulous look because you couldn’t believe this was happening. a part of you was almost a little afraid — you didn’t want to admit it. you didn’t want to acknowledge that the guy you hated (or thought you hated)… made you feel something oddly profound. that whenever he pushed your buttons, you actually always had your mind on him.

that how he’s acting right now makes you rethink everything about him.

you wanted to run for a split second, wriggling slightly.

“don’t fight it. please, just… don’t.” ‘i’m done fighting whatever this is…’

‘did he just… plead?’

your wriggles stopped, breath hitching mildly as he started leaning his face to yours — his gaze was softening.

“you’re cute, y/n. you’re more interesting than i gave you credit for…” his voice turning into a low, somewhat husky whisper.

“i… you…” the words got stuck in your throat.

“i liked it. i liked watching you dance… i like the music you like. i liked your energy.”

his nose was almost touching yours as he kept speaking, “and you’re drivin’ me crazy. always have… i thought i hated you but i think i just hated… how badly i wanted your attention, especially you bein’ a kook.”

“i wanted to piss that perfect face of yours off to ignore the fact that maybe…”

“m-maybe…?” a stutter came out of you.

“maybe… i jus’ wanted you… but would a princess like you, ever give the lowly pogue a chance?”

it was the way his nose was touching yours now, very lightly. the way you saw his pupils dilate. the way he spoke that last bit… almost fragile. it was your undoing because your heart did a flip at that.

“i would.” you murmured.

“you would?” hope started flickering in his eyes, as his grip on your waist got tighter. he didn’t want to let you go… he wanted to stay this close even if it was maddening and your breaths were intermingling gently.

“i just… want to know, why couldn’t you have been like this from the start?”

a small apologetic look crossed his face, “i didn’t know how to handle it and i… ‘m sorry but you judged me too, didn’t ya?”

“yeah… deep down, i did. a little. sorry…”

his lips started ghosting over yours, “so, you won’t fight this?”

your mind was made up; you had accepted it. jj maybank drove you crazy too but in the end, you couldn’t deny the strange pull you had for the boy that teased you all this time.

“no.”

with that answer you gave, he crashed his lips onto yours which caused your eyes to shut and your hands to grab onto his upper arms, tightly. you gasped and he didn’t wait to plunge his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it like he needed to. his body pressed against yours as he kept you pinned.

‘god, he tastes so good…’ and he had the same thought about you.

you tasted like a new delicious fruit he’s never tried, one that would become his favorite.

his tongue started to intertwine with yours in a sensual dance, letting out months worth of pent-up desires. every sweet sound you let out, he swallowed up… wanting to hear more.

his hands trailed down to your bare and somewhat moist thighs, rubbing circles, massaging them almost as you two kissed and kissed… without stop. only letting up barely for seconds of oxygen. you were a little embarrassed for being sweaty from dancing but he did not mind. as if he sensed it, he started squeezing your thighs, “god… princess… ‘s soft… smooth…”

after several moments of starting to feel each other up and making out with pure desperation, you two pulled apart. trying to catch your breaths as he leaned his forehead against yours, staring with a smirk.

your lips were bright red, swollen… that blush was gracing your face vibrantly and he looked the same — swollen lips and a red tint to his cheeks.

“i love how you look right now… but maybe we should take this elsewhere.” he whispered, voice ragged and breathy.

“r-right…” you were still somewhat dazed and he chuckled, reluctantly letting you go and backing away — your back left the fridge.

“but first, wanna do somethin’ else.” he had a slight cheeky look on his face as he remembered the cute but dorky outfit you were in despite looking a slight hot mess now. your hair more untamed than earlier when you danced.

“what?” you blinked, tilting your head.

his smirk grew and he moved to turn up the 90’s music on the speaker. grabbing you and pulling your back flush against his chest as he moved his hands to yours hips. making you both dance as he guided.

“wanna dance with you… maybe get you doin’ body rolls on me. think i’d like that after seeing your ass sway a lil earlier.” he said out-loud, voice smug.

you groaned, “maybank!”

“jj.”

“what?”

he kept moving your hips, faster to match the beat as you both swayed side to side.

“we jus’ made out. you’re gonna call me by my first name, no more ‘maybank’ bullshit.” his tone leaving no room for argument but you actually agreed.

somehow that felt intimate too which made you a little shy so you mumbled his name, the music drowning it out. he leaned to your ear from behind, “louder baby. didn’t hear ya.”

“jj!” you yelled and he grinned, biting his lower lip as you danced on. he couldn’t help but get you two to start doing little body waves.

“that’s right. you’ll be screamin’ it more tonight. promise.”

he felt your body shudder as you whined, “are you trying to get me more worked up?! as if i’m not already!”

“yes, is it workin’?” he was teasing you, so much. especially with this dance right after all that kissing. it took an incredible amount of self-control but he really couldn’t change that habit. he just loved riling you up but now… in a different way.

“YES, OK?!” you sounded so frustrated and he laughed, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, still getting your body to move.

“good. gotta make sure you wanna ravage me back by the time this dance ends. keepin’ it spicy, princess.”

“you are such a menace.” you couldn’t help but give him the damn body rolls he wanted, starting to learn to tease him back. he was glad that he was getting you to show those hidden sides but also getting too turned on.

he stifled a groan when he felt your butt pushing against him, “yeah… but you love it.”

now you were working him up, as he started roaming his hands while you rolled against his body. he moved his face closer to your ear again to nip it but you moved your head away, “this kitchen is for dancing! you wanted a dance, then just a dance right now you’ll get.”

‘well fuck, she learns quick…’

his plan backfired but it didn’t matter, he had his way with you despite your protests. he lifted you into his arms in a bridal style and carried you off, “nah. i think we danced enough, princess.”

[maxiemumdamage]

Aaaand Snarly (my mother) has gotten to the Rostelecom Cup! This is the one I’m most excited for, just cause there’s so many new characters.

TIS THE SEASON FOR YURI PARALLELS

She laughs when Yuri calls himself the Ice Tiger

She was very worried by the Grandpa’s back giving out at the fly tackle, and distressed when Nikolai worried about if the piroshki were good.

“Say they’re delicious you little bitch!”

Cringed when I told her “Sala” is a mistranslation of Sara.

She GASPED when Seung-Gil Lee was being rude to Sara.

She snorted at JJ’s little finger guns. And then I told her it was his initials.

She’s worried for Phichit, since he might not make it to the final. And it’s not like he has plot armor to guarantee it — he’s a minor character in the end.

Laughing at the Nishigori triplets antics.

“Is it racist for a South Korean man to skate to some Mexican bullfighting kind of song?” (Right off the bat when Seung-Gil starts skating)

Snarly found the discussion of sexual performance inflation funny. I think. She snorted, at least.

She was so worried when Seung-Gil fell! I get the feeling she hates seeing any of the skaters fail.

Re: Emil — “Why does he have the beard? It’s pubic hair.”

She loved Viktor being cold to JJ.

During Michele’s skate:

“Am I getting weird incest-y vibes with these super close ups?” (About the Crispinos. She’s totally right.)

“VILE.”

“Oh god he’s hateful.”

She did like the note about Michele doing his sister’s signature combination jump. She also gagged when he said they would ‘be together forever.’

She liked Sara talking about how Mickey needed to be able to fight on his own.

She was so sad when Yurio realized his Grandpa wasn’t coming.

She got sad when she saw Makkachin by himself staring at the buns. I don’t know how she’ll cope cause it gets WORSE.

Reiterating the point about the Nishigori triplets being Nara characters.

She loved Yuuri’s little dramatic flirting moment with Viktor.

“Well if he doesn’t if he doesn’t advance to the Grand Prix, the shows over.” (When Yuuri thinks about how he needs fourth place at minimum)

She loves Lilia’s “supervillain lady look.”

She’s SO SAD about Yurio not having his Grandpa there. Constant wailing or whimpering on his behalf.

“What are we gaping at?” (When Yurio comes out in his costume)

“Oh gross” (When Viktor does the skate kiss)

“It’s good that we’re invested in more than one character.” “So you like Yurio??” “I didn’t say I like him, I’m just invested.”

Though when he fell on the axel she said “oh, baby.”

She thinks the animation is better in closeup.

“Aw, kitties!”

When JJ make the ‘ladies first’ crack to Yurio she called JJ a “homophobic fuck.” Here, here!!

She laughed at Yurio’s little pouty stance.

And at all JJ’s inane drama about his “aesthetic.”

Mocking the lyrics to Theme of King JJ. It grew on me, but it really is ridiculous the first time you hear it.

“I keep hoping he’ll skate into a wall.”

Gagged when he kissed the ice. “I hope it’s like licking a pole and his tongue gets stuck there.”

“OH NO” when we find out about Makka.

“Why would they tell him? What can he do about it now?” (I reminded her about Vicchan once it ended. She was even more distressed.)

She laughed at their collective shock and horror at the idea of Yakov coaching Yuuri.

And for episode nine:

She thought it was cute when Viktor said to hug Yakov if he needed help.

She already thought the Grandpa was sweet before she saw the Katsudon pirosky. She thought it was so cute!

“Maybe not now???” (about Sara’s intervention with Michele)

“Her timing is not great”

Michele: *Yuuri looks like a closet pervert* Mom: “He’s one to talk”

She HATES the sibling incest. She said “I might have to hide in the other room.”

She likes Mila’s hair

Eyerolls at the sibling incest.

“They both have purple eyes. Anime logic.”

Michele: *this is goodbye, Sara* My Mom: “She’s your sister. You will see her again.”

“Whats with the sparkly gloves?”

“Ew, girl!” (At the start of Sara’s conversation with Mickey)

She really likes the smash cuts from skaters being super serious to the food plates. She thinks it’s funny

She likes Yurio’s hairdo and his skate decorations.

“Nice! …I can’t believe I’m commenting on this like it’s an actual skater.”

“Oh, no!!” (when Yurio says he’s tired)

She thinks the Katsudon nickname is very funny.

I started learning a little Japanese since my first watch of the show, so now I can appreciate just how dickish it was for JJ to call Yurio “Yuri-chan.” But that’s for another time.

“Put in your earplugs, dude” (to Yuuri)

She’s so worried about Yuuri throughout the performance. She said she agreed with him sending Viktor away, since he’d be so guilty if he didn’t, but clearly it had consequences.

“Is he doing good?”

Laughing at Yakov’s glare. A lot of faces made at Yakov’s scary lecture though.

She thought the hug was cute though!

She guessed JJ’s “king” line before it happened.

“It’s kind of funny having the bad guy be Canadian. No one makes Canadians the bad guys.”

Me: He’s the token straight along with Georgi. (My mom: “who?”) Me: the crying one with the eyeliner.

“Please fall. Please fall. Please fall.”

Laughing like crazy at Yuuri’s hugging rampage, but also some cooing.

“It’s funny seeing Yuuri wearing a mask, since this was made pre-pandemic.”

She laughs at Yurio’s little raging, but thought him comforting Yuuri was adorable. And the Katsudon pirosky!

She was relieved that Makkachin lived.

“In real life that dog would be jumping on them.”

She got worried when Yuuri asked Viktor to coach him until he retired, saying “but what if he wants to skate again?” OH HONEY. Can’t decide if I should remind her Yuuri wanted this to be his last season…

“THERE WE GO!!” when Makka leans in on the hug.

Overall really positive reactions to this one! Snarly loved the skating, and the new characters and relationship development are so strong.

She had pretty much the exact same reactions to the Crispinos and Yurio’s development and to JJ that I did when I first watched the series, so I figure she’ll enjoy seeing how the latter develop further in Barcelona.

I’m so excited for her to watch the next episode—since the power imbalance about Viktor being Yuuri’s coach is the main thing she dislikes about their relationship, I’m hoping the episode ten reveal will change her mind.

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Don’t Forget Where You Belong -  JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Three

A/N: new part!!! feedback is always appreciated and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged

Part 1

Part 2

“Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything,” Pope said clearly stressed. “We need to have total and complete amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope's right for once,” JJ piped up. You shot him a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘and what about it, “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny,” JJ continued to yabber on.

“Guys, we can't keep that money,” Kie said.

“Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara,” JJ shot back at her.

“We really should give it to Lana Grubbs. Technically it was her husbands.” You spoke, raising your hands defensively as JJ shot a glare at you.

“See,” Kie said gesturing towards you, “Otherwise, it's bad karma.”

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope spoke directly and with conviction. He kept his head down.

“Pope…” you started but he cut you off.

“We gotta go dark.” He said, lifting his gaze to look around at all of you.

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree,” JJ settled. You went to open your mouth to say something, but John B’s voice cut you off.

“I don’t agree,” he said to JJ. He moved to the centre of the porch and began explaining as if he was giving a Ted Talk,

“Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'.”

“It is a little odd,” you said in agreeance, leaning back on your chair and nodding up at John B. He nodded back as if to say, ‘thank you’ and then turned to the rest of the group who still didn’t look quite as convinced.

“I don’t know…” Pope trailed off. Looking around at you all. He stood and grabbed a fishing rod from the side of the doorway and made his way out to the pontoon. JJ grabbed the other and followed. The five of you made your way out to the water, perching yourselves along the wooden structure. The boys launched their baits into the water as John B started up again.

“All right, so think about it, Pope: How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” he asked. Pope didn’t even look up from his line as he deadpanned,

“Prostitution”

John B shook his head in disbelief, “Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean?” He looked around at the rest of you. You and Kie just shrugged as John B sighed, “JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin'.” He answered

“Smuggling, really?” you asked.

“Yup,” John B asserted, “And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband.”  

“Hell, yeah,” JJ hooted. His line gave a sharp tug and he struggled to keep control as he reeled in it. “Fish on!”

The group decided that it would be a good idea to throw a kegger in order to “lay low”. Somehow this always seemed to happen, but regardless you helped Kie carry the red solo cups onto the beach and placed them next to the keg. You felt an arm rest again your shoulder and when you turned your head your eyes met JJ’s

“Hey hey,” you said to him, moving your arm to wrap it around his waist, “who will be your claim tonight? Pogue or touron?”

JJ was notorious for accumulating at least one hook-up from each of the Boneyard parties. You were able to hold your own every now and then managing to find a cute boy to occupy you for the night, but it wasn’t quite your thing as it was JJ’s.

“I don’t know, think I’m getting kinda over it,” he said shrugging avoiding your gaze. You head did a double take as you whacked his chest.

“JJ Maybank, over hook-ups at keggers? I think the world is ending!” You spoke melodramatically, placing the back of your hand against your forehead and pretending to faint onto him. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed your body that had fallen across his. You stood up again smiling back at him.

“Yeah, think I just want something… I don’t know, different?” in said in a questioning tone. You furrowed your brows at him. You could see the look on his face was stone-cold serious and it confused you. In all the years you had known JJ he had never spoken about relationships like this. You ruffled his hair as you joked with him to lighten the mood again,

“My little boy’s growing up!” you giggled as he picked you up off your feet and tossed you over his shoulder, a joking ‘piss off’ escaping his lips.

He placed you on your feet again before running off to give John B and Pope the drinks he’d originally come to the keg for. As watched him swagger away juggling the three drinks, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thought of JJ wanting that relationship with you. Although you met John B first, he was more like a brother, you had always seen JJ differently. Like when he’d run a hand through his hair to put his cap on backwards your breath would catch in your throat. Or when you could feel your skin spark when he would grab your waist as he picked you up to toss you in the water. Or when you could feel your stomach drop and heart sink every time, he would get close to another girl.

You had always had a thing for JJ, but you knew the rule: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. But it was killing you. You huffed as you took post next to Kie on the log, taking a huge gulp of your beer.

“You good?” she asked at the sight of your clearly distressed demeanour. “Let me guess, JJ?”

“Shh,” you shushed her placing your hand vigorously over her mouth. “Be quiet, I told you that in confidence.”

You and Kie, being the only two girls, would go to each other for anything that even entered the realm of emotional. The other boys just didn’t understand the need to articulate one’s feelings. You had told Kie about your crush on JJ a few months prior, and she had listened like a best friend should. But she agreed with you when you expressed your concerns about ruining your friendship. As much as you liked him, your friendship with him and the other Pogues was something you had to consider if you decided to risk it on a potential relationship.

“But yes, it is JJ. He said something super weird about not wanting to hook-up with anyone cause he wants something “different”.” You said, emphasising the different and looking at her with a bewildered expression. She hummed as she sipped her drink, clearly mulling over the information.

“That’s good though, right?” she asked, “he might like you too then?”

You shook your head at her,

“No, he said “different”, Kie. I’m normal, someone he sees every day. We’re routine.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. As you remembered what had been playing on the back of your mind, you perked up.

“Although,” you dragged out looking at her with pure excitement. She raised her eyebrows at your tone, “what we really need to talk about is you and John B,” you said nudging her with your elbow.

She looked down shyly, “what’s there to know?” she said playing dumb.

“Oh, come on Kie! You kissed him!”

“I did not,” she said sternly, “I only kissed him on the cheek,” she said flipping her over her shoulder.

You kept your eyes trained her as you narrowed them. She looked at you expectantly before she rolled her eyes.

“No! Y/N, god no! I don’t like him, okay? Not like that.” She said giving you a shove which made your coy smile slip slowly from your face. “I’m just worried about him.”

She looked over to where John B was chatting to a girl with long blonde hair. You nodded, accepting her answer as you felt a body sit beside you. You turned to see the usual mop of blonde hair that was usually in your face. Kie smiled as she slid her sunglasses off her face and onto your nose. You laughed as she did, saying she was going to go chat to John B.

You slyly turned around to JJ, the red, love heart sunnies on your eyes. As you did you slid them down your nose and popped your elbow on your hip, giving him a pout.

“What do you think?” you asked him cheekily.

“I mean you’ve looked worse,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up JJ!”

***

You heard the sound of fist hitting skin, followed the commotion of yelling. You looked up from your conversation with Pope to see Topper tackling JJ. You and Pope ran to the front of group that was forming. By the time you were there JJ was out of the equation and John B was shoving Topper.

“We’re supposed to be incognito remember?” Pope yelled. Sarah was trying to break up the fight, but Topper landed a punch on John B face. JJ went to go forward, but you put your hands against his chest.

“Nuh, uh.” You said holding him back. You looked down at your face with an aggressive expression but relaxed once he met your eyes. He lightly shoved your hands off his chest, huffing as the two of you turned to watch the scene unfold.

“Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?” you heard Topper growl. JJ held your shoulders as he saw your body go to move forwards, as rage heated your insides.

“Fight, fight, fight!” the crowd kept chanting as John stayed crouched in the water. John B grunted as he tackled Topper into the water.

“Stop you guys!” you heard Kie yell as the boys continued to wrestle. John B nabbed a punch straight into Topper’s face.

“That's what I'm talking' about” JJ jeered.

“Come on!” “You wanna go?” “Come onnnn!”

The boys were yelling viscously at one another as they sized each other up. Topper landed a sharp blow to John B’s nose making him stumble back into the water.

“Stop!” the scream ripped from your throat. It hurt you to see someone doing this to John B.

“Come on, Topper! Let’s go!” John B yelled at him, fire in his eyes as he pounded his chest.

Topper flipped John B into the water and pinned his face down. John B’s arms flailed as he struggled.

“He’s drowning him!” Pope said, distressed.

“I know,” Kie replied with an equally amount of anxiety laced in her voice.

“We need to do something!” you looked around helplessly.

You saw JJ move from beside you and lift his hand up to Topper’s hand brandishing something black and sleek and metal. You heard it click. Oh no.

“Yeah, you know what that is,” JJ spoke menacingly, pushing the barrel further to Topper’s head, “Your move, broski.”

“Chill dude!” Pope called.

“JJ,” you said warningly, stepping towards him both arms outstretched.

“Put the gun down,” Sarah said calmly. JJ didn’t even move to face her as he fired back,

“Did you say somethin', princess?”

“We're good. We're good.” Topper said, his arms raised in surrender. “All right? Come on, man!”

“Y/N can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah yelled gesturing to JJ. You moved towards him as he pushed Topper to the ground. You placed your arms on his shoulders “JJ, please” but he pushed you aside as he charged forward.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” his voice billowed across the boneyard, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”

He fired the gun into the air twice.  

“Are you crazy?” “You idiot!” “It’s not worth it!”

Pope and Kiara were screaming at JJ. “I was saving his life okay?”

Topper and Sarah had bolted once the gun had fired. You turned to see John B struggle to rise up from the water, only to slump and fall back in, water gushing over him again.

“Guy!” you called to them, but they were still yelling – “You're gonna jeopardize everything” – and you knew you couldn’t move John B alone. You grasped his head to keep his head above water so he could breath as you shouted again, “HEY!” there was gravel in your voice as you used all your might to get their attention. The three of them instantly pivoted towards you, taken aback from your uncharacteristic show of aggression towards your friends, “help me.”

You all managed to get John B back to the Chateau. Between the four of you, you managed to carry him inside and lay him on his bed. You had been silent the whole time, all of you, not daring to be the first to speak.

Pope, the often peace maker piped up first, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

Usually after a kegger you would all pass out, still mildly drunk on any surface at John B’s, but after tonight’s events, none of you wanted to stick around much.

“Me too. I’ll drop you,” Kie said. She gave you a small smile and wave as she and Pope exited the room. You were standing in the doorway of John B’s bedroom, observing at his passed-out body. He was breathing fine, just exhausted. So, you came to the conclusion that he would be fine, just needed a decent sleep. You could see the bruise forming on his face, so you made a mental note to check on it and make sure he iced it when you inevitably saw him the next morning.

JJ was sitting on the end of the pull-out couch. He watched the back of your body as you leant against the door frame. He did not dare to say a word to you before you spoke to him. By the glare you had given him as you gathered everyone’s things as he and Pope lugged John B’s body home, he knew you were furious.

He looked like a wounded puppy when turned around to face him.

“Want a ride?” you asked. All he could do to answer was nod.

You drove in silence all the way to JJ’s house. Usually you would just have him stay at your house. Your stepdad was usually oblivious to your actions and your mum didn’t really care what you did as long as you were safe, so JJ was always welcomed. But not by you tonight, not after what he did. No matter how much you wanted him to stay and not have to be in a house with his dad. You needed time to cool off.

You switched the engine of your car off as you pulled into the grassed drive of his house. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said keeping your eyes trained forward.

“Y/N…” JJ started but you cut him off.

“No,” you said holding your hand up in front of him. His brows were furrowed together, and his eyes were glassy, and it made you feel terrible. But he needed to hear what you had to say, “what you did tonight was so fucking stupid, JJ. I hate Topper as much as you do but you could have killed him.”

JJ went to open his mouth, but you raised your hand before he could speak.

“I know he was drowning John B, but you didn’t have to pull a gun on him. Word of this is gonna spread, and there’s gonna be consequences to that. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you looked him directly in the eyes. You could see an emotion flash over them, was it guilt? It was something you definitely hadn’t seen before. You felt some tears well up in your eyes. “You’re just so reckless sometimes JJ. You’re gonna get yourself killed! So please, just think a little more next time okay?” you begged him as a single tear slipped from your eye. You hastily wiped it as he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms as far around his torso as you could from across the center console.

“S’okay, I just worry about you.”

“I know,” he said pulling back. He kept one hand outstretched on your arm, rubbing small circles with his fingers. “Please don’t cry.”

You laughed as you sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“You know I get emotional, especially when I’m drunk,” you laughed. He joined with you, but it wasn’t quite genuine as it usually was. He sheepishly looked forward, avoiding your gaze, “but thanks for the most awkward hug of my life.”

This grabbled a candid cackle from the back of throat as you smiled.

“Yeah remind me to not try and have a moment over the gear stick of a car again,” he said locking his eyes with yours.

“Ahaha, yeah…” you said, holding his stare.

“Yeah,” he responded still looking deeply into your eyes.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Time moved differently with JJ. Eventually, he cleared his throat and opened his door, triggering the inside light. You cringe at the brightness after having stared at JJ eyes in the dim for so long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked standing in the door, crouching down to make eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you affirmed. JJ shut the door with a solid thunk and wandered inside his shack.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the start engine button. You rested your head against the steering wheel as you groaned: what was this boy doing to you?

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Criminal Minds-The Good Ol Days

Chapter 7-Sweet Nothing

Just a collaboration fic with @princesswagger15​

Tagging: @marvelfanlife, @itsmeedee, @cynbx, @jaqren, @gabriellewritermua, @princesswagger15, @screaminginbi, @tleighstone12, @cosmicmelaninflower

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written smut as well as @princesswagger15‘s first so please bear with us. We did what we could and worked so hard on this chapter. I hope you all enjoy. 

Matt catches his breath as he looks around to see everyone staring at him, including his friends, all of whom are worried that he could be getting himself into some trouble.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Emily asked JJ and Will as she and Tara looked up to see Derek getting out of his seat.

“Oh my god, Matt.”

“Someone needs to stop them before it gets worse.” Garcia whispers.

“Looks like Derek is gonna cover that.” Elle says as she sits up a bit.

“Kyle……..I’ll give you one last chance to apologize to Kristy and leave her alone, unless I’ll have to force you in doing so. And trust me.” He walks over to Kyle. “You don’t want to make things worse, do you?”

“Or what? You fucking sissy. You gonna try to punch me? Now move dickbag, I’ve a pretty girl waiting for me.” He pushes him to the side and makes his way towards Kristy, who was currently huddled up near a corner.

“I said don’t touch he-” “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU ASS!” He punched Matt, causing him to fall over, only for Luke to catch him as they look on.

Kyle chuckled. “That’s what I thought, you little pussy. Go stay with your momma.” He gives him a little wave just to mock him and turned around.

Everyone looks at Matt as he starts to move towards Kyle again only for Derek to stop him.

“Let me handle this Matt.”

Matt then moves to the side as Derek walks up to Kyle saying, “Hey man, just back off. The girl isn’t interested in you. So why don’t you just make this peaceful for everyone, and walk away.”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and mind your own business?” Kyle says as he pushes Derek in the chest.

“Why don’t you just listen to him and quit making this hard for yourself?” Both Kyle and Derek looked to see Hotch come out from the crowds after seeing that Haley’s roommate and his friend are in trouble.

“Wow, you’re the one to talk.” “Hey, I don’t like it when people can’t take no for an answer. So how bout you just leave my friends alone?” He then walks besides Matt as the two of them and Derek surround Kyle. Distracted, Kristy then stood up and runs towards Elle and Marissa, whom she and Reid looked on to see the encounter.

“Oh my god, my friends. I gotta go help them.” Said Reid.

“Reid, please be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. I’m just gonna try to ease the tension going on.”  Marissa then nods as he then walks to the scene, in which Kyle continues to mock his friends.

“Really, you think all three of you are trying to scare me? Please, I can smoke all of you bitches apart.”

Kyle and the guys were ready to fight just as they crack their knuckles. Before either of them could attack, Reid pops in right in between the two sides.

“H-Hey guys. There’s no need to fight here and cause a scene. We can all just walk away right now and-”

Just then, Kyle pushes Reid onto the floor as everyone watched. Reid groaned as he tried to push himself off the ground.

“You think you can try to talk me out of this? Why don’t you just go home to your mommy pipe cleaner.”

“SON OF A BITCH!” Marissa yells.

Just then Marissa walks up to all of the guys and pushes Matt, Hotch, Derek, and Reid out of the way. Marissa then gets to Kyle and just as he was about to say something, Marissa punches Kyle into the table behind him and kicks him in his knee, as Kyle screams and falls to the ground. Marissa then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls Kyle closer to her.

“Look here fucky the fucktard, my friend is not interested in you, she has a wonderful boyfriend. And these four guys gave you an opportunity to leave quietly, but you didn’t. And you pushed my boyfriend and called him a pipe cleaner. SO YOU LISTEN TO ME, If i see you, hurt or harass that girl, my boyfriend or ANYONE ELSE, I will squeeze your fucking nuts like grapes until they fucking pop. Now go home and cry to your mommy, bitch.”

“Gah uh-uh! Okay! I’ll stop” Marissa then lets go of Kyle, who collapsed to the down and crawls back, fleeing from the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, she then walked over to help Reid up.

“Reid, are you okay?”

“Y-yea, I’m okay Marissa. This was nothing.” Reid tries to shrug it off as Marissa and Derek helps him up.

“Are you sure? I can still chase him down if you want.”

“Yeah, I’m fi-ah!” He touched the side of his lower abdomen. “Man, I should’ve worn my sweater vest.”

“Don’t worry Reid, it’s just a small bruise. It’ll go away.” Said Derek as he analyzed his friend’s face. He then noticed that he had a little bruise on the side of his bottom lip. “Dammit, he even bruised you there. Well, at least he didn’t mess up the entire pretty face of yours, otherwise I would’ve really went after him.”

“You and me both.” Marissa adds.

“Well, I’m fine now. Thanks.” Derek and Marissa smiled back as the three then took their attention to Kristy, who was shaking as she sat down in a chair with the group.

“Kristy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I swear the next time i see Kyle I will-”

“You’ll do nothing because I got it covered Matt.” Marissa says as she sits next to Kristy.

“Do you want some ice or anything Kris?”

“I’m okay.” She continues to rub her wrist, which was bright pink.

“I can’t believe he would do this to you.” Haley looks on.

“Well, Kyle Hodges is nothing but a sexless pig who targets vulnerable girls and treats them like trash.” Elle adds. “Good thing he never cross paths with me, otherwise I would’ve ripped his goddamn balls off.”

“Same here.” Marissa adds. The team continues to look on as Kristy continues to look down and rubs her wrist.

“You know what? I don’t feel comfortable staying here. I wanna leave.”

“Okay Kristy, I can come with you.” Haley suggests.

“No, I-I wanted Matt to go with me, if you don’t mind Haley.”

“Uh no, I don’t.” She then looked over to Matt. “You don’t mind taking her back to the dorm, do you?”

“No, not at all.” He then grabs his jacket and wraps it around Kristy, helping her up as she stands. “Come on, let’s get outta here. Goodnight everyone.”

“Goodnight!” Everyone said. They all looked on as the couple leaves the party. Just then, Hotch looks over to Haley, still expressing concern for her roommate.

“Don’t worry Haley, she’ll be alright.”

“I know. I just worry about you sweets, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I’m fine, you guys can stay here and enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Hmmm. Is it okay if I just stay with you?” She then moved up close to Hotch, prompting him to blush.

“Uh sure.”

Outside, Matt was escorting Kristy out of the party, still pissed at Kyle for ruining the night for them as well as hurting his girl.

“Alright Kristy, we’ll take a quick walk to the dorms and-”

“Well actually Matt, I was wondering if we can go to the mountain you took me to on our first date.”

“Oh.” He raised an eyebrow. “Y-you sure about that?”

“Yeah.” “Oh okay.” He looked down to see Kristy lend her arm out for him and gently touches her hand. He then pulls out his keys. “Alright, let’s go.” The couple then walked away, as they head to the car. At the same time, Reid and Marissa have also decided to ditch the party.

“Well, so that was a dud.” Marissa jokes.

“Really? I’ve never been to so many parties but this one didn’t seem so bad.” She raised an eyebrow at Reid.

“Okay, look here, when at a party of any kind, a fight will always kill the mood for the whole party. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the people in that party walked out. But the plus for me, was that I never saw Meadows aka The Bitch.”

“Yeah, whatever happened to her? Considering that she was the host for the party. I wondered if she saw the whole fight?”

“To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if the bitch saw it and did nothing about it. But I also wouldn’t be surprised if she was in her room, with a guy passed out drunk.”

“Guess so.” Reid then rubs his stomach as Marissa watches, whom they hear his stomach rumbling. “Also, despite the stomach pains, I’m kinda in the mood to grab something to eat. If only I gotten something at the party before we lef-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got food back at my dorm and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Oh okay, that sounds cool.” The two decided to head to Marissa’s dorm, hopefully to get a bite or more after the mess that was at Meadows’ party, while everyone else were trying to enjoy their night despite the fight that just happened.

Will then offers JJ a can of soda as she sat down on a couple of stairs.

“Thanks.” “No problem.” Still, he could notice the long face his girl was having. “Don’t worry, you’re friend and his date will be alright. At least they managed to leave this mess.” “Yeah. I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

Will shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Hopefully, it’s better than what happened here an hour ago.” “Yeah.” She then looks up to him. “You mind if we leave?” “Uh sure. Besides, this party was getting boring anyway.” She chuckled. “Yeah, it has.”

      Somewhere, Matt parks his car near the top of the hill where Kristy and Matt can see the city lights.

“This looks nice.” Said Kristy, admiring the view.

“Yeah, it does.” Matt nodded as he looked over to see his girl staring at the view, though he still couldn’t help but notice the stiff posture she had during the drive, along with her still rubbing her wrist and cheek. He could still tell that she was still a little worked up about what happened and felt bad because he and Kyle are both jocks.

“About what happened over there, I-”

“It’s okay Matt. Don’t blame yourself, we got out of there, that’s all that matters.”

“I know. It’s just, I still can’t believe he’d hurt you like this.” He then took notice of where Kyle slapped her, as it starts to turn bright pink. “That son of a bitch.” He muttered. “He’s gonna regret laying a single finger on yo-”

“Matt, I’m fine, really. Relax hun, it could’ve been worse.”

“Yeah, I know.” He then laid back against his seat as they continue to look at the view. “It’s quite relaxing. Just enjoying the view.” “Kinda like our first date.” He chuckled. “Yeah. Exactly like our first date. Except that I didn’t get punched by Kyle Hodges on our first date.”

“Yeah.” She chuckled back. Just then, she removed her seatbelt, leaning close as she took notice of the the little bruise besides Matt’s lip. “You know something?” “What is it?” “I always assume that you were a lover, not a fighter.” “Oh, the bruise. Well, I’m both.”

“Well, which one would you say you’re more of?”

“W-well, call me cliche, but I’d rather be a lover than a fighter. A lover who’s not afraid to fight when the person they loved gets hurt.”

“Good answer.” “Yeah.” Kristy continues to caress his bruise as Matt took notice of her wrist that was brightly pink. He gently rubs it and placed a soft kiss on her wrist. She then smiled at the simple gesture and caress his face, leaning over to kiss him by the cheek and again on where Kyle punched him. Matt smiled back in return.

Kristy and Matt look into each other’s eyes, eventually she leans in and kisses Matt on the lips and puts her hand in his hair. It didn’t feel real at first, but the next thing they knew, they couldn’t stop.

He felt his hands brushing back and forth against her back while she grips the back of his head. She then slides a hand against his body, till she she felt the leather belt from his skinny jeans, unbuckling and pulling the belt from it’s loops, never breaking the kiss.

Just then, Matt gasps as he breaks the kiss, much to Kristy’s confusion. He looked away in shame.

“Matt, what’s wrong? D-Did I do something?”

He shook his head. “N-no. It’s not you. I-I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel right, not after what happened at the party and what Kyle did to y-”

“God Matt, don’t worry about it. Just don’t stop, I-I want you.”

“I-I” Before he could say anything, he felt a finger press against his lips.

“Shhhhh, I want you.” She whispered, giving him a lustful gaze. He nods back and kisses Kristy once again, only this time, he was no longer holding back. The kissing starts to intensify as Matt pulls slightly on Kristy’s hair and Kristy moans into Matt’s mouth.

She then gets on his lap, and takes off her shirt. She then leans over as Matt kissed her neck and shoulder. Kristy then kisses Matt on his neck and chest as she pulls off his shirt over his head. After discarding the shirt, he then pulls her close, kissing her harder and deeper, as their chests rubbed against each other. She moaned as she felt Matt’s hand slide up her skirt.

 With their clothes discarded to the front seats, the two kept going, as Kristy straddles him  despite the lack of room and awkward leg positions inside the car. There was only one thing on their minds, one hot, and intense thing going on and neither of them wanted to stop. Kristy continues to straddle Matt just till he slips his hands under her skirt and took it off and laid Kristy on her back and kissed her neck. They can feel the sweet, sweet pleasure building up as they skid against each other faster and faster while moaning and groaning each other’s names.

 Back at the campus, Matt and Kristy weren’t the only couple to be fucking, as Reid and Marissa were at her dorm after a rough time at Meadows’ party. The two decided to ease their distress through some snacks. A couple snacks and minutes in and the room was already filled with laughter as Reid started to tickle Marissa.

“Oh stop it Reid, stop it!” Marissa playfully squealed as Reid tickles her on her stomach

“Why huh? Why should I stop?” He teased as she continues to laugh.

“Because my stomach hurts and- HAHAHAH!- Reid please!” Marissa beggs as she tries to roll over.

“Fine, but you owe me a coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Reid rolled his eyes as he lift his hands off from Marissa’s stomach, moving back as she lift herself up from the ground.

“Marissa, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure.” She then readjusts her blouse.

“Why is it that you hate Meadows so much, if I may ask?”

“Oh hun, there are so many reasons of why.”

“Can you tell me a reason?”

“Well, it was our freshman year of high school and it’s semester finals. We both had Geometry together and she told me she needed major help. I was the smartest student in the class so of course I’d do it because at the time, she was my best friend. Now we take the finals and I help her cheat, but then we go on winter vacation, and we get our test results back. I got a zero and in the gradebook it said I had cheated on the test. We come back from vacation and I find out that Meadows lied and said cheated off of her. So that’s just ONE reason of why the Bitch can go die in a fire and fall off a tall cliff.”

“My god.” Reid responds, shocked that someone like Meadows would do something cruel to his girl. “I didn’t know. Had I knew what she did to you, I wouldn’t have accepted her invitation.”

“Yeah well I saw how excited your friends were and i thought maybe we could just have some fun, but I should’ve know. Anything within a five mile radius of that girl immediately loses all things pure inside it.”

“Well yea. My first college party ended with me getting punched by Kyle Hodges.”

“Which is exactly my point haha.”

The two continue to laugh just as Marissa took notice of the little bruise right by Reid’s lip.

“I’m so sorry for what happened to you babe.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like it could look any worse.”

“I still feel like I could’ve stepped in sooner, maybe he wouldn’t have hit you or Kristy.”

“No, I think you did a great job taking care of him, especially when you threaten to rip his genitals off. That would piss his pants from then on.”

“Haha! Well what can I say, I'm good at what I do.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you are.” Just as they laugh at the thought of Kyle wetting his pants, they suddenly leaned close together as if something was drawing them close to each other. They almost had that hypnotizing gaze in their eyes.

“S-so.”

“Yes?” “I-I, you know what? I-think I forgot what I was going to say.” “Me too.” Reid’s eyes continues to linger on Marissa’s. He felt tired, on the verge of closing his eyes. He wasn’t so sure if the party party made him all worn out or if he was just full from the ice cream they just snack on. He blinked for a moment and the next thing he knew he felt his lips press against hers. Marissa dropped her bag of chips and let herself get lost in the kiss as she ran her fingers through his hair. They slowly pull away from the kiss as Reid looks down on the carpeted floor.

“Uh-uhm, about that, I-”

“Don’t worry about it. But i want to keep going, only i-if you want to.”

Reid nods in response as he leans over to kiss Marissa once again. He then placed a hand over the exposed skin of her waist as they passionately kiss. Marissa then slides her hands under Reid’s shirt and lightly grazes his skin with her nails, causing Reid to giggle a bit. The couple lifted themselves up from the floor and onto the edge of the bed where Marissa pulled Reid on top of her. The two stand upright on their knees as Reid placed both of his hands on her waist. He then slid his hands up Marissa’s shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the side.

“L-like what you see?” She murmured into his lips, taking notice of the pink laced bra she had on, as well as the soft curves on her body.

“Yeah, I do.” He whispered, caressing the soft curves as he nips down to her neck and chest.

Once again Marissa puts her hand under Reid’s shirt, only for her to unbutton it and pull it off of his arms. Discarding his shirt, Marissa gently brushed her hand against Reid’s bare chest. “I get it, I don’t have the defined abs that other guys have.”

“I don’t care, I like you for you.” The two smiled on as they continue to kiss, feeling the sweet pleasure coming on as they start taking off their pants.

 At, the same time, Will roamed around the inside of the campus pools as he and JJ decided to ditch the party in favor of taking a late night dip in the swimming pools. Though Will was having second thoughts about it.

“Jennifer, are you sure about this?”

“Yea why not! It could be fun!”

“I know, it’s just that it’s pretty late. Besides, what if we get caught?”

“Everyone is asleep in their dorms, relax.” JJ stripped into her bra and underwear before diving into the pool, hopping up and down into the water as she playfully splashes the water. “Come Will, jump in. Unless you’re scared.” She teases, giving him a wry smile. Will was silent for a moment, though after a little encouragement, he then starts to strip down into his boxers, and jumps into the pool, much to JJ’s delight.

  Back at Meadows’ party, Garcia was sitting on a couch drinking a beer, listening to the thumping of the music when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Courtney, is that yo-”

“Hi Garcia.” Says Luke as he sits next to her.

“Oh, it’s you.” She pouts. “Whatever happened to your date you were talking to earlier?” “Oh, well after everything that happened earlier, she decided to go back to her dorm.”

“Oh, I see. You didn’t want to go with her?”

He shook his head. ��Nah.”

“Oh, it seemed like you REALLY liked her.” Luke then chuckled at her response. “What, what’s so funny? Don’t you like her?”

“I mean she’s fun to hang out with, but i don’t really like her like that.”

“Oh, I see. So why are you here?”

“I figured that you might need some company with everyone else gone. Whatever happened to your friend who was with you?”

“She got tired, so she left.”

“I see.” The two look on as they see several people slow dance on the dancefloor, including Tara and Emily.

“Umm, I really came over here to ask you to dance with me.”

“W-what?”

“Would you like to dance with me?”

“I-I, uh sure.” Garcia then grab Luke’s hand as they make their way on the dancefloor. She then rest her head on his shoulder while they dance and smiled.

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What Are We Gonna Do? (Part 16 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine that you’re Spencer Reid’s wife, and you get the news of his arrest in Mexico. But you’ve been keeping something from him and the team. How will it affect Spencer?

Word Count: 1163

Warnings: Language, violence, anger, drama, angst

Notes: This picks up right at the beginning of Season 12, episode 13. Spoilers from here till then. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​

Tags: @ultrarebelheart @cocosierra94 @marvel-imagines-yes-please @demongodess @brooklhyn

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Waking, you were in the hospital. Spencer was right next to you as you woke up.

 “Hey,” he said gently.

 “Hi.”

 “Look, Y/N,” he started but you glared at him.

“You wish it were yours? You wish she was your wife? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, enraged. Your memories were quickly coming back.

 “Y/N, it’s not true. You know that.”

 “Do I? These last three months have been a god damn nightmare, Spencer. And do you know why?”

 “Because I went to Mexico?”

 “Because you lost faith...You lost faith that your mom would be okay, you lost faith in me, the justice system, all of it. And I had to pick up the slack, all of it. All by myself.”

 “I know, and I am so sorry you had to deal with that.” He leaned forward and held your hand but it didn’t feel right. “I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you.”

 “How can you possibly make any of this up?” you asked.

 He pursed his lips. “First off, none of that was true. And me impregnating Cat wasn’t real. So, tell me what’s left. Please? I know I was horrible while I was in prison. But...Maybe we can move forward.”

 “How?” you asked desperately. “How can we possibly move past all of this? You danced with her, you let her wear the watch I gave her, you played her game a little too well...” You huffed a sigh as you stared at him.

 He thought for a moment. “Before I left for Mexico, did you love me?”

 “Don’t be stupid,” you said angrily, crossing your arms.

 “Y/N,” he chastised, wanting you to just answer the question.

 You sighed. “Of course I did.”

 “And after, what changed?”

 “You were in jail.”

 “But why?”

 “For getting your mom drugs to help her.”

 “And what was I charged with?”

 “Nadie Ramos murder? Spence, what does this have to do with anything?”

 “My point is, the only thing that changed was false accusations towards me. Now, that day you saw me in Mexico, that very first day, you were hysterical and the angriest I’d ever seen you.”

 “And? I was pissed for what they were doing to you. You didn’t deserve it. I knew you were being framed.”

 “Exactly. And now, is anything different?”

 Reluctantly, you admitted, “Nothing.”

 “Precisely. The only thing that’s changed is your perspective on me. Please don’t let what Cat and Lindsey did to you and me destroy us, otherwise they win.”

 You nodded. “You’re right. I love you.”

 “Thank you.” He leaned up and kissed you.

 “How is the baby?” you asked suddenly, your hand on your stomach. It just dawned on you that he’d never touched the small baby bump. This was the first time he had a chance to.

 “Well, we don’t know,” he admitted. We’re waiting on the doctor.”

 “Oh,” you said, worried instantly. “So we don’t know if it’s okay?”

 Spence frowned and shook his head. “But I’m sure everything is fine,” he assured.

 “You didn’t see me for three months. I barely ate, I barely slept, I didn’t eat healthy. I wasn’t exactly good on this baby…” Your hand ran on your stomach, terrified that you’d lost it. What if your behavior caused you to lose your first child? You’d never forgive yourself.

 Just then, a doctor entered the room.

 “Oh, look who’s awake! Hello Dr. Reid, I’m Dr. Thomas.”

 “Hello, Dr. Thomas,” you greeted as you shook his hand. “Is my baby okay?”

 “Well that’s what I came into tell you. It isn’t perfectly fine. It looks like it’s been malnourished and it’s a little behind in its growth.”

 “But...it’s okay?” you asked again.

 “We’re going to keep you for a while and give you a feeding tube and constant IV fluids to get the little one’s growth back to where we’d like it. We’re also going to inject some prenatal vitamins daily, as you didn’t seem to have any in your blood stream.”

 “And after all that, it’ll all be okay?”

 “Yes. I think within a week, you’ll be okay to return home. You’re very lucky.”

 “Thank you, doctor,” you said quietly as he left and turned to Spence. “I’m so sorry, Spence,” you said, tears spilling over. What had you done to your baby?

 “Hey, shh, no you’re fine!” Spence got up and kissed your forehead. “You’ll be fine. The baby will be fine.”

 “But...you heard him, they’re malnourished. I’m going to be an awful mother. I already am.” You started sobbing.

 “No, you were thrown into an awful situation,” Spence tried.

 “I bet Cat’s baby is healthy,” you remarked, pissed off.

 “Cat has nothing to do but sit in a cell all day. She doesn’t have someone she loves in jail.”

 You smiled at him sorrowfully. “You’re not mad?”

 “No! I could never be mad at you, my love.” He leaned up and kissed you.

 After a few hours, Spence gave the greenlight to let everyone into your room. Everyone poured in at once. Garcia and JJ both had flowers and balloons. Rossi had liquor for Spencer and a spa gift card for you to use when you got out. Emily brought in some food. Walker and Luke brought in teddy bears.

 “How's the baby?” “Are you alright?” “How are you feeling?” “Have you thought of a name?”

 Questions were hurled at you as you and Spence laughed.

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A year seemed to escape you and Spence. After one week in the hospital, you were released to go home. The FBI gave you medical leave for the stress put on you and your baby and Spence, so you got some much needed alone time. You re-hired a new live in nurse for Diana and she was doing better. Once the medical leave was up though, you weren’t sure you wanted to return. You loved the FBI. You loved your job. But now, with the little one almost here, your life was about her. After what happened to Spence, you realized your child didn’t need two parents with scary jobs. You decided to quit the FBI and go into therapy full time, of course, that was after one year off with the baby.

 Aurora Rose was born at a healthy 8 lbs and 2 oz. The team had given you a proper baby shower while you were first on medical leave from the FBI, getting more than you needed from the team.

 As for you and Spence, you were better than ever. Aurora Rose was just two months old but he took off paternity leave for a few weeks and the time home with you and the baby was amazing. It was just what the doctor ordered.

However, you did have a score to settle. Shortly after Aurora Rose was born, you made a visit to the women’s correctional facility.

“Hello, Cat,” you greeted as you sat down. Somehow, your anger was entirely in check. You didn’t want to bash her face in the metal table…too much.

“Dr. Reid,” she responded with a blank face. “What do I owe the pleasure? Wondering why I’m still in your husband’s head? Does he say my name when you make love and you wanna know why?” She leaned forward and you just smiled at her.

“No, Cat, my husband doesn’t give you a second thought. I know that must eat you up inside. Knowing that you lost twice to him. Knowing that you don’t occupy a thought in his head. Knowing that he won.”

“You know, this is bold. I got to him twice before, I could do it again.”

“Well, that might be true. It would be quite hard to find a guard or another inmate willing to help you, but on the off chance that could happen, you won’t get that far.”

“Why is that?” she wondered.

“Because, I have a daughter now, and after the hell you put my family through, I won’t let you do that again.”

“And just how would you stop me?”

“Well, first off, if you were even successful, if you did win another game, it would be two for three for us, and even if you won, it would still devour you inside out that you lost twice in the first place.”

She just stared at you, a glint of anger flashing in your eyes and you swallowed it as if it were air to you.

“Secondly, you were able to do your dirty work outside the prison, what makes you think I can’t do the same from the outside?”

“Hah, you couldn’t do that, you’re a fed. No one would help you.”

“I’m not any more,” you answered with a bit of a grin.

“Doesn’t matter, you couldn’t kill anyone.”

“Oh, I can’t? I think you’re mistaking me for my husband. See, he’s always morally upstanding, and I love him for that. Me? Not so much. If I have the chance to put a bullet between someone’s eyes, someone's psychopathic, twisted mind like yours, I wouldn’t hesitate.”

“You couldn’t kill me. You might think you could but you can’t.”

“Are you absolutely positive about that?” you wondered with a daring look. “Are you absolutely sure I haven’t paid one of the workers to slip something extra in your food? Are you sure I haven’t promised freedom to one of the inmates if they beat you until you bleed from your eyes? Are you sure I haven’t pushed for your freedom, just so I can come to you when you least expect it and kill you with my own hands?”

“You don’t have it in you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, dear. You hurt people because it’s fun to you, it’s a game. And people who play games always tire of them, at some point, eventually. Me? I’ll hurt someone because I fucking need to,” you said with a dark tone. “If I even think that you’re going to come after my husband, me, or god forbid, my child, you won’t live to see the light of day. Just know, I can get to you inside or outside of these four walls. You’ll live the rest of your days wondering when it will happen...when your last day will be.”

She smirked as you stood up.

“I was wrong, you know,” she suddenly said, as you back was turned. “You’re more like me than I could ever imagine, I thought it was Spencey, but I was wrong.”

You turned and smiled at her. “Why do you think he loves me? We’re so much alike, you and I. It’s no wonder he played your game and worked with you, was okay seducing you...It was like he was working me.”

The look on her face was satisfaction enough.

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Life was good. You had your mother in law, your newborn baby, with bittersweet feelings you left a stressful job to help people in a few months, and your husband was supportive, patient, and perfect. Whenever issues arose though, you often found yourself still asking, “What are we gonna do?”

 But Spence always answered, “What we do best, face it together.”