#it was nice to see jj be a domestic figure and have someone that cared about her

[beware-of-you-98]

anyway the first half of criminal minds evolution was so so far superior to the second half like it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t even really Great by any stretch of the word

but I was actually looking forward to watching episodes every week in the first part of the season because it was just so morbid and I was intrigued by the whole serial killer network thing and I was actually intrigued by Voit and how absolutely deprived he was

while this second half just felt like,,, I was obligated to watch because I had to finish the show like things moved far too quickly voit escalated far too quickly for me and there wasn’t enough time to really expand on the team’s issues (unless it was will not having cancer or rossi’s dead wife because god forbid the show expands even more on a queer woman’s personal life 🙄)

i was Really sick of seeing will to the point his very presence just infuriated me because like what are you even doing here my guy why are u suddenly this important to the team dynamic go away

and then with all the shit they did with penelope and green was annoying as all hell and ruined her character to the point she became my least favorite in the span of three episodes like I really thought it would have been impossible for this series to ruin Penelope Garcia but they did a speedrun of that so that was tragic

and then rossi was focused on way more than I cared about lmao

overall it was Nice to have these characters back but it was just like,,, nice to see them again and I think evolution would have been better if it were longer and had the second half more paced and if they had less screentime for characters that really don’t matter at the end of the day <3

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #cme spoilers #kinda? #shay rants #ok I really don’t hate Will this much yall #in the og series he was #okay #it was nice to see jj be a domestic figure and have someone that cared about her #but will in evolution was popping up on my screen like a white man jumpscare #didn’t need to see him that much <3 #long post

[spencers-renaissance]

Night In/Night Out

Summary:  Emily Prentiss is your girlfriend and she finally asks you to meet her family (the BAU): cue the fluff.

Tags: fluff, reader-insert, team as family, flirting, cuddling, domesticity, protective emily, slight shy!reader 

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

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It’s late by the time you get back to your flat, audibly sighing in relief as you push open the door and kick your shoes off to the side, too tired to put them away properly. It doesn’t even register that the lights are on, meaning your girlfriend is probably home, until you head into the kitchen to dump the groceries you’d picked up on the way home from work.

“Em?” you call, a little confused at not seeing her in the living room or kitchen. You set your bags and keys down on the kitchen counter before going to investigate, padding through the apartment.

“In here, sweetheart,” she calls back from the bathroom, and you pull the door open to reveal your very sexy girlfriend standing in front of the steamy mirror wrapped in a towel, wet hair falling over her shoulders. You’re struck in these moments by just how beautiful she is; how lucky you are to get to call her yours. She turns to face you, grinning widely. “Come here, gorgeous girl, give me a kiss.”

You smile at her from where you’re standing in the doorway and follow your orders, leaning in to press a loving kiss to her lips. “You’re calling me gorgeous? When you’re standing here looking like this?” you tease, kissing her again.

She laughs unashamedly, tipping her head back as she lets her guard down with you. “Hey, maybe we can both be gorgeous,” she says, brushing her thumb over your cheekbone before pulling back to drink you in. “Especially when you’re wearing this dress knowing full well what it does to me.”

“Well I didn’t even know you’d be here to appreciate it when I put it on this morning,” you say in mock defense, raising your hands.

“That’s even worse,” she explains, face deadpan, “you wear it when I’m not even here to appreciate it.”

You both giggle before you sober up a little and meet her eyes with an earnest gaze. “Well. How lucky we are that you’re here to appreciate it now,” you say, voice a little shy as it always gets when emotions get intense. “I’ve had my phone off all day so if you texted me to say you’d be home I didn’t get it, sorry, Em.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” she smiles softly. “We’re both home now, let’s make the most of it, yeah? Why don’t you jump in the shower and I’ll order a pizza, how does that sound?”

“That sounds absolutely darling.” You turn away from her to face the mirror, taking out your earrings and pouring some makeup remover on a cotton pad and begin wiping at your eyes. “Don’t appreciate the insinuation that I smell, though.”

“Don’t be cheeky,” she grins, lightly smacking your arse and making you squeak. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know, I know,” you concede. “You’re just usually the one teasing me, you see. If I see an opportunity I have no choice but to jump on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily dismisses you,  but she’s smiling widely. “Right, I’ll go get dressed and get dinner started. You jump in the shower.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you grin, relaxing into the gentle banter that comes with an evening in with your girlfriend. You’d only moved in together four months ago, just after your one year anniversary, so nights like these ones were still a novelty. Emily’s away so much and your job keeps you busy enough that you’re apart more than together, so you always take special care to appreciate evenings like these just a little bit more.

By the time you’re out of shower and dressed in one of Emily’s old FBI academy tops, damp hair tied up in a bun, Emily’s on the sofa with the overhead light turned out in favour of the light from the TV and some scented candles dotted around the living room that Garcia had given Emily as a housewarming present. Emily hadn’t really meant to give away her change of address, but it had slipped out at one of their girls plus Spencer nights after a few too many margaritas and soon the gift baskets were rolling in.

“Hey baby,” she murmurs as you clamber -- oh so elegantly -- over the back of the sofa and directly on top of her, situating yourself eventually so that you’re lying with your head nestled in her neck. Her arms come up to wrap around you, sliding under your t-shirt and caressing the dip of your waist, the rolls on your stomach. “How was your day?”

“Long,” you sigh, the gentle caresses and low-level noise coming from the TV relaxing you further. “James, that coworker I’ve told you about, pissed me off again tonight so I finally reported him, but then his buddy Kyle wouldn’t let up on me about it and only left me alone after I threatened to report him, too. Really I wanted to tell him I’d castrate him in the parking lot but Daisy told me that was ‘too unprofessional’.”

Emily giggles at that, leaning her head onto the top of yours and cuddling you closer. “Sorry, Y/N. That sucks,” she says, knowing that you don’t need her to go into a lecture or give you any advice, that cuddling will suffice. “I saw you bought groceries, though. Thank you for doing that, especially when you were tired and pissed off.”

“That’s alright, the shop was on my way home. What about you, how was the case?” You bring one of your hands up to trace patterns on her bicep, relishing the strength under her soft skin.

She groans slightly. “It was alright, I guess. We’ve certainly had worse, it was just long , and I missed you very much since we couldn’t call as often as usual. I’m just glad it’s over and I’m back home with you.”

“Me too,” you say, smiling again as she gives you another squeeze.

“Hey, I do have something to ask you,” she says after a few moments of comfortable silence, voice a little hesitant.

“Yeah?” you ask encouragingly, continuing your light touches over her upper arm.

“I was wondering,” she starts, “if you’d like to finally meet the team?”

Your moving finger pauses for a moment, shocked. “Really?” you ask incredulously. Emily had always wanted to keep her work and home life separate, and beyond telling JJ and Penelope that she was seeing someone, she’d said nothing about you to her colleagues.

“Yeah,” she says. “I’ve just been thinking. I’ve tried so long to think of the BAU as strictly my coworkers, but really they’re my family. I mean I regularly have sleepovers with the girls and think of Morgan as a brother, Spencer even more so, especially since we can empathise with one another’s sexuality struggles. Hotch and Rossi, even, I’m closer to them than my parents, and keeping you separate from that doesn’t feel right anymore.”

You smile slightly. You were wondering how long it was going to take her to figure that out. “I’d love to, babe, you know that.”

“Yeah?” she asks, clearly pleased. “Rossi is hosting a family night at his place next weekend and he’s said SOs are invited, though Will can’t make it so I’m not sure if anyone else will be coming.”

“Have you… told them?”

“That I’m a lesbian or that I’m dating you?” she clarifies.

“Both.”

“Not… technically,” she says slowly. “The girls know I’m gay, as does Spencer, and I’m sure the rest of guys have picked up on the hints I’ve dropped. It’s not like I’ve tried to hide it and I work with profilers. But I haven’t told them I’m dating you, just because I like my privacy and… I guess my work, even my teammates, signify so much bad stuff, and protecting you is my job.” She leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, brushing your temples with her fingertips. “Now though, I’ve realised I can still protect you and share your beautiful self with my team.”

“I understand, Em,” you smile up at her. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me.”

“I know, but it feels nice to explain and work through my own thoughts,” she reasons, still gently running her fingers along your side. “But next weekend? Rossi’s?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

★

Although you try to hide it from your girlfriend, you are absolutely bricking it. The team means so much to Emily, you’ve known that for pretty much as long as you’ve been together, and you’re terrified that they won’t like you. You know they’re extremely protective of each other, and although Emily’s always been your protector, you’re worried that you won’t meet everyone else’s standards. It’s not like she’ll break up with you if you don’t all immediately hit it off, you don’t think that low of her, but you know it could cause an issue, start a rift between the two of you, and it’s nerve wracking.

You’re also going into a tight knit group of people who trust one another with their lives as a complete outsider, arguably not a strong position. Your hand shakes a little as you apply the final coat of mascara, nervous thoughts really getting to you.

“Nearly ready to go, baby?” Emily asks brightly as she walks into your bedroom from where she’s been sorting her hair out in the bathroom.

You take a deep, shuddering breath and put the mascara away, sitting back and looking at yourself in the mirror. You brush a fly away hair back into place and brush a stray eyelash away from your cheekbone before finally looking Emily in the eye. “Think so,” you say, giving her a tight smile.

“Well,” she says, coming up behind you at the dressing table and wrapping her arms around your front, bending slightly to rest her chin on top of your head, “you look absolutely beautiful.”

Melting a little at the affection, you send a much more genuine smile back at her in the mirror. “As do you, babe. You know that top is my favourite on you.”

She smiles, pulling away from you to give you a full twirl, making you laugh. “I know. That’s why I chose it. Just like you choosing this gorgeous blue little number knowing damn well all I’m going to be thinking about all evening is taking it off later.” She winks at you in the mirror, coming back to stand behind you as you giggle at her.

“Have to look my best,” you say, only half joking.

Emily picks up on your hesitation, of course. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to be worried. They’re going to love you, and if they don’t then they’re thick in the head and Hotch should fire them all for poor judgement.”

Looking down at your painted nails in your lap, you sigh. “Sorry, I just… these people are your family, and of course I want them to like me,” you say quietly. “I think I was less nervous meeting your actual mother.”

Prentiss lets out a short laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Well these lot are much less intimidating,” she says gently. “Come on, you. Let’s get going.”

They get there late as planned, Emily knowing that you would feel more comfortable meeting everyone at once rather than having to wait, stewing in anxiety, to meet each person as they come to the door at unspecified times. “You did tell them I’m coming, right?” you ask, tummy rolling as you hold Emily’s hand tightly, approaching the front door.

“I told them I was bringing my partner,” she reassures you, not for the first time. “Pen and JJ are chomping at the bit to meet you and everyone else looked excited, too, okay? It will be fine, I promise you.”

“You’re not supposed to promise things you’re not sure you can deliver on,” you mutter. “Don’t they teach you that at FBI school.”

“Academy, you mean,” Emily chuckles, knocking on the door.

You clumsily wave your free hand in dismissal, tightening your hold on the one in Emily’s. “Same thing,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

The door swings open before you can reply and Rossi is standing there, wine glass in hand as he opens his arms wide. “Emily,” he cheers, clearly already a little bit tipsy. He leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek as he ushers them in.

“Rossi,” she says warmly. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” She beams at you with pride as you press yourself closer to her, desperate to anchor yourself in such an uncertain situation.

“Hi,” you wave, shyly.

“Ahh, Y/N,” he grins, smiling as warmly as Emily. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’d say we’ve heard so much about you but that would be plainly untrue.” He pretends to glare at Emily before directing his happy gaze back to you.

“She does like to keep me tucked away,” you giggle, looking up at Emily as you start to relax.

“Hush you two,” Emily teases. “You’d better not turn them against me.” She nudges your side as you follow Rossi through his gorgeous house into the large kitchen/dining area where the rest of the team are.

“Are you alright, baby?” she says quietly, just for you.

Your answering nod makes her ease a bit of tension you didn’t realise she was holding, and she slips her hand out of yours only to wrap it loosely around your waist, knowing that the solid weight and closeness to her will make you feel even safer.

“Hey guys,” she says as they enter the kitchen and everyone turns to greet the two of you.

A woman who you immediately recognises as Penelope runs up to meet you, awe in her eyes as she takes you in. “Oh my God, it’s finally happening, I don’t even know your name but I already love you so much!” she fawns, gripping your upper arms with her hands as you reflexively do the same. “You are so beautiful, I can’t believe Emily has hidden you from us this whole time.”

“I’m assuming you’re Penelope?” you ask, giggling shyly at the onslaught of immediate love, refusing to meet Emily’s I told you so glare you can feel burning into you. “I’m Y/N, it’s so good to finally meet you.”

“I’m sorry.” A blonde woman who you recognise as JJ comes up to pull Penelope away from where she’s brushing through your hair with her fingers. “She’s already had a bit to drink. I’m JJ, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” She leans in to give you a quick hug which you gladly reciprocate, feeling safe in her warm embrace.

“Nice to meet you too,” you smile, edging back into Emily’s grip where Penelope and JJ had pulled you away slightly. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, I’m happy Emily finally came around to the idea.” You’re teasing a little, but the fond look in Emily’s eyes tells you she’s on board.

Hotch and Morgan come up to greet you in slightly less invasive ways, Hotch opting for a handshake and Morgan for a quick kiss on the cheek, both smiling at you in the same manner everyone else has. Spencer, though, opts for a hug, which Emily later tells you is a big deal, and tells you how wonderful it is to meet you. “How on earth did Emily manage to pull you?” he jokes, to which Morgan fist bumps him and Emily swats the both of them as you stifle another giggle.

“Don’t worry, Em, I still think you’re the most gorgeous person ever ,” you say, fawning up at her. Emily can’t be blamed for her actions when you look at her like that, so she leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, making everyone ‘aww’ at the two of you.

“I think I remember telling you not to turn them against me,” Emily teases again. “But I’m glad you’re still on my side.”

“Always,” you promise as everyone starts to disperse, going to sit around the table as Rossi introduces the pasta dish he’s cooked.

It’s still a little intimidating standing in a room full of FBI agents. Your job is nowhere near as heroic or dangerous and you feel small surrounded by such strong and powerful people, but the love in the room feels palpable. Emily keeps you attached to her side all night, always touching you in some way to make sure you feel safe and anchored in such a new environment.

Penelope, JJ, and Spencer don’t let up on the questioning all night, desperate to know every single thing about both you and Emily before it’s time to go home, making you feel included. “I want to know everything like everything like absolutely eeeeverything…” Penelope asks, as she pointedly takes the seat the other side of you.

“I, however, do not,” Rossi laughs as you blush furiously, comforted only by Emily’s hand on your thigh. Hotch agrees with Rossi while everyone else looks vaguely in agreement with Penelope, even if they’re trying as hard as they can to pretend they’re not.

Emily laughs confidently, and you’re caught up again in how beautiful she is. “We’ll save that for a girls’ night, I think.”

“Am I invited?” Spencer asks innocently.

Emily just rolls her eyes. “Of course you are, genius,” she says, kicking him under the table. Y/N doesn’t miss the small ‘yesss’ he lets out under his breath at that, making her smile fondly.

“Am I invited?” Morgan asks cheekily, waggling his eyebrows.

“Absolutely not,” Emily scoffs, rolling her eyes again. “I can’t reach him under the table, Spencer you kick him.” To which Spencer obliges, making everyone laugh as Morgan punches him lightly on the arm. It’s like watching a family dinner, you think as everyone tucks in, chatter loud and rambunctious, everyone taking turns telling stories and jokes with not a single person left out.

The team embrace you with open arms, thoroughly enjoying the story of how you met and surprised to hear that you’d already moved in together -- with the exception of a few -- but everyone clearly sees how in love the two of you are and you leave Rossi’s with a warm belly and a happy smile. Hugging everyone goodbye feels sad, but you’re happy in the knowledge that you’re invited to the next girls plus Spencer night, and that Rossi has already made you promise to come to the next pasta and wine party he hosts.

As you giggle walking back to the car with the chorus of ‘Bye Y/N!’s and ‘Don’t let her go Emily!’s behind you, Emily pulls you closer, kissing you on the cheek as you press yourselves as close together as you can while on the move. “What did I tell you?” she asks you, teasingly close to the shell of your ear.

“Fine,” you concede, not very upset about it at all. “You were right.”

“I’d like that in writing please,” she says triumphantly as you arrive at the car. She unlocks it and gives you one last kiss on the lips before you part to get in, looking at you sincerely and gripping your face with both her hands. “I’m just glad they saw how absolutely lucky I am to have found you.”

(Keep an eye out for the smutty Emily x Reader fic coming out soon...)

#criminal minds #criminal minds writing #criminal minds fic #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily #emily prentiss #my writing #criminal minds fluff

[northcarolinanative]

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝

A/N: I was listening to music the other night and I heard this song and thought that it would make a good fic, so I wrote it. TW: It does talk about domestic abuse, with a slight description, and lying about it.  I love this song and the first time I heard it, I cried. I hope you all enjoy it. This is a more platonic JJ x Reader as I felt with this subject matter it would feel like I was romanticizing it, and I do not want to do that. As always please take care of yourselves, so if the themes might trigger you please don’t read it. Thank you all so much for the support!!

Description: JJ finds a girl at the boneyard after a fight with her boyfriend, then at the wreck, he brings her back to the Chateau with the other pogues trying to comfort her. Based on the song “Must have been the Wind by Alec Benjamin.

I heard a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine. At first, I thought that I was dreamin' But then I heard the voice of a girl, And it sounded like she'd been cryin'

JJ was sitting in a log in the boneyard, just another Friday night on the cut. The party had started to die down a little, tourons and kooks starting to leave to meet their curfew’s leaving the pogues to finish out the night, pogue style. JJ downed another drink, arm locked with John B trying to see who could chug the cup of beer the fastest. JJ throws his cup down, as John B finally pulls it away. “Aha!” JJ says jumping up onto the top of a log. It had hit that point in the night where people were looking to elevated surfaces to stand on because of how intoxicated they were. JJ was pulled out of his state when he heard the sound of glass shattering. He turned his head down the beach to see a girl. He heard, her voice, it sounded strained as if she had been yelling and crying. JJ saw a male figure walking away from the girl. He stepped off the log and quickly told Pope that he would be back. The other pogues were sharing confused glances, but let it pass. JJ approached the girl, who had now sat on the beach, just out of reach from the surf. JJ walked up slowly. “Hey. I thought I heard something over here, like glass breaking, or some yelling?” He stuck his hands in his pockets. He didn’t know what possessed him to walk over here, but he felt so drawn to her.   “Hmm nothing like that over here. I didn’t hear anything.” She said staring out over the ocean in front of them. “I just came over this way to get some air, away from the party. She let out a soft laugh. JJ saw the broken liquor bottle on a few feet away against the large piece of driftwood. “You sure everything is ok?” JJ said, giving her another chance to talk about it if she wanted to. “Yea, it was probably just the wind or something you heard.” She said pulling her hoodie up closer around her neck. JJ stuck his hand out closer to her, moving slowly. He wasn’t quite sure why he was being careful. “I’m JJ.” “Y/N” She said taking his hand and shaking it slowly. The two shared a glance, both softly smiling before looking back out over the ocean. “Have I seen you around the Boneyard before?” JJ asked he wanted to get to know her better, she was aloof, and JJ wasn’t having it. “Nah. This is the first time I’ve been out here. Ever heard of strict parents from the cut?” She said looking over to him. “Those exist?” JJ said, causing a slight laugh to leave Y/N lips. JJ loved the way it sounded. So he decided to try and make her laugh as long as they sat on the beach that night. They exchanged information and she walked up the beach and onto the ramps, before turning around and waving to JJ. He smiled back at her, throwing his hand up before walking back to the group. Only the other three pogues were left, sitting around a dulling fire. As he approached the group he got three confused stars from his friends. John B was the first to speak up. “You strike out dude?” “You guys are gross” Kie grimaced at their conversation. “No. I think I might have made a friend.” JJ said, thinking back to your conversation. “Aw. Our baby made a friend” Pope stated in a sarcastic tone, gripping JJ shoulder. “Whatever. I don’t know she’s just…” He paused looking at his friends. “Different”

She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you"  Sweater zipped up to her chin "Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you, But I have to go back in Wish I could tell you about the noise, But I didn't hear a thing"

JJ and Pope walked into The Wreck, seating themselves at the bar directly in front of where Kie was, pushing orders out of the window. “Kie, looking hot” She rolled her eyes at JJ’s remark. “No really like your sweating buckets” Pope laughed. “Ah yes, just what every girl wants to hear.” Kie stopped in front of JJ. “Looks like your mystery girl is taken.” Kie nodded her head in the direction of Y/N. She was sat with what looked to be her family. What looked like her parents a younger girl and a male. Just as JJ was about to turn around, protest that it might have been her brother, he saw the man take your hand from the table, kiss it, then wrap his arm comfortably around your shoulder. JJ would be lying if his stomach didn’t drop. He had been texting her on and off since the party, he even called her once. He knew that there was a boy from the beach but he had hoped she left him after the incident. He looked at the male, realizing it was in fact the one from the beach a week ago. The man who threw the bottle, the one that was yelling, but the one overall, that made you cry. He turned back, resting his head on his fist on the counter. He slowly started eating the fries that Kie set in front of him and Pope. Kie and Pope looked at each other silently voicing their confusion about JJ and the girl. The truth was JJ was worried for you. He knew what it was like to feel useless and made to feel unworthy by someone who was supposed to love you. He wasn’t sure where the attachment to you came from, but he wanted to help you before things went down that path. He did not want anyone to feel like that. Pope pulled him out of his thoughts. “JJ?” He said looking his friend in the eyes. “Yea Yea. Sorry” He shook his head. “Old Man Jone wore me out cleaning up his boat today” JJ said with a slight laugh. “Well you missed some pretty sick waves, today dude. Ain’t that right Kie?” Pope asked. “Yea. They were the best we’ve seen all week.” She said from further back in the kitchen. JJ tried to listen to the story that Pope was telling. He was trying to stay engaged in the tale Pope was telling him about a nasty wipeout he had. He heard a rustling behind him, and had to fight the urge to see what it was. When the back door opened out to the dock, he couldn’t help but turn to see Y/N’s boyfriend pulling her by the hand out onto the dock. He watched intently as he heard raised voices, and saw her in the window, tears starting to fall down her face. He saw her boyfriend put his hands on her shoulders, he saw the pressure that he was applying, then he saw her lips. “Stop, that hurts.” Then she was moved away from the view of the window. JJ was quick to stand up. Pope stopped him from going outside by grabbing his arm. “Uh where are you going?” “Umm I wanted to say hi to her,” JJ mumbled trying to head back out, where he still heard faint yelling. He looked back at what he thought was your family. “Dude, she left with her boyfriend” “He was hurting her.” was all he said before shaking out of Pope’s grip on his upper arm. He walked quickly to the door pushing it open. What he saw in front of him broke his heart. He was frozen. He saw her boyfriend in your face, his face red, angry, her back against the pole of the dock. He saw him shove her into the pole harshly, then Y/N’s face grimace in pain. The boy turned and walked away, down the way, toward the beach. JJ wanted to walk after him, show him what it was like to be hurt, and he almost did. Then he saw a glimpse of her, wiping the tears from her face, and resting on the railing of the dock. She pulled her hoodie up around her neck, just like she had the night of the party when they met. He made his way down the dock. He knew that he didn’t know what was going on entirely, but from what he had seen, he knew he had to help her. “We really have to stop meeting like this Y/N” JJ said leaning against the railing beside her. Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice. He stepped away casually realizing what that he had startled her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said smiling. JJ saw the tears on the edge of her eyes. “I saw you leave with that boy Y/N” He paused looking back at her, she kept her gaze focused on the water in front of her. “I heard him yelling, I know that I don’t know you that well, but I wanted to help” “I think your ears are playing tricks of you JJ” She let out a slight laugh. She was trying to convince him, just as much as she was trying to convince herself. “It was probably just the wind again” “Right.” was all JJ said. “Well, Daniel’s family is in there waiting for us. He’s not here so I’ll have to cover for him.” She knew he saw, but she was in denial. “Seriously though, Thanks for caring so much JJ. I should really go back inside.” She reached up and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. “I’ll always care Y/N” was all that he said before she walked back up to the restaurant. Kie and Pope watched her enter and sit back down with the family, each asking her a degree of heated questions. They sympathized with the girl, but were worried were JJ was. Until he came back in moments later. The two of you shared a look before he took his seat back beside Pope. “Her name is Y/N” JJ said finally to the two. “The mystery girl”

I'm playing "Lean on Me" Just so that she knows that she can lean on me, And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say Promise I'm not playing tricks on you, You're always welcome to come in You could stay here for an hour or two, If you ever need a friend

Y/N and JJ had been texting little things to one another. He learned about her more and more. He found out that she was a fellow pogue, from the cut, it was Daniel that was a kook. Daniel. JJ despised him, now he had more of a reason other than the fact he was a kook. She had yet to open up to him about the events that kept bringing her and JJ together. Always saying that it must have been something else or he was hearing things. JJ and the pogues sat around the bonfire in John B’s back yard. JJ lifted his phone when he saw a message from Y/N. She hadn’t answered him in a few days, making him worried, but he did not have any other way to find her. “Y/N: I broke up with him. I could use a friend” JJ read his phone. JJ was shocked, reading it again to make sure he was reading it right. As much as she tried to deny it, Y/N knew JJ had seen the past events and didn’t know where else to go. JJ responded quickly, “Where are you?” She responded telling him that she was walking back to her home. She wasn’t far from the Chateau, so JJ stood up, ignoring the questions from his friends and started in Y/N’s direction. He found her, not too far from the Chateau, arms wrapped around herself, and he could see a bruise forming on her jaw. His heart sank, and his stomach knotted. He felt a wave of nausea rush over him. He wrapped his arms around her figure. She froze at first but gave into the hug. “What was that for?” She asked, pulling away. “You looked like you needed it” He fell into step with her walking. “You should come back to the Chateau with me. If you want to, that is.” He was getting flustered. JJ didn’t know what was happening, he usually would ask a girl back to the chateau with no problem, but like he kept repeating to himself, She was different. “You know what? Why not.” JJ smiled at her words. They found themselves walking in silence. JJ’s eyes kept trailing back to her face, making her smile and blush a little, before focusing back on the road. Every time he did, he couldn't help but notice the bruise on her jaw. He hoped the more he looked that it would disappear because every time he saw it he felt his blood boil. “This is it. The Chateau.” JJ said, making a grand gesture with his hands. He led the two of them through the house to the back yard where the other pogues were dancing. Each had a drink in their hand, making their own silly dance moves. Y/N stopped and smiled, loving how happy everyone looked, how free-spirited the group felt. JJ took a risk and grabbed Y/N’s hand. He pulled her toward the group. “Pogues this is Y/N” he waved at you. “Y/N meet the pogues.” He turned, grabbing Y/N’s other hand and swaying back and forth to the music. She decided to let loose and do the same, swaying to the music. “So this is the mystery girl that JJ had been talking about.” The boy with long brown hair spoke. “I’m John B.” The girl spoke up, “I'm Kie” she said, “and this is Pope.” Kie was trying to take the awkwardness out of the air from John B’s statement. JJ released one of her hands to change the song using the phone propped up on the speaker. He turned to throw an arm around Y/N as the beginning of the song played, the rest of the group smiling and beginning to sway. “Lean on me when you're not strong” The group began to sing along to the song lean on me. “Cause you're gonna need somebody to lean on”  JJ lowered his head to her ear whispering the line to her. “And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.” Y/N turned to JJ and smiled, even though it was a song, and he was singing, she knew that he meant the words that he was saying. Things settled down after the song finished playing. John B and Pope start to playfully bicker, drawing Kie in. JJ and Y/N sat on the long log by the fire. JJ nudged her shoulder slightly, getting her attention. “I hope you know I’m not trying to play tricks on you here. You’re always welcome here, you can stay as long as you need if you ever need a friend.” “Thanks J.” She laid her head on his shoulder watching the fire burning in front of them. JJ knew she wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. He knew that when she was though, he would be there for her to help her through it. He put his arm around her shoulder pulling her a little closer seeing the smile on her face growing as she watched the other pogues.

We can talk about the noise when you're ready, but 'til then I'll say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind”

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[malfoysmaybank]

So What?- JJ Maybank

Part One

requested: Yes!!!

part two

summary: JJ finds himself breaking his most mandatory barrier; falling in love with a kook. but hey, he’s never been one to follow the rules.

warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of domestic violence and abuse, crying, underage alcohol and drug consumption.

wc: 835

a/n: i’m super super sorry it took so long, i’m finally done school and can start writing again. A new part should come out every couple of days but i can’t guarantee it :/ anyways i hope you like it!! lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part!

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The Kooks vs The Pogues. That’s how it’s always been. No matter how nice the Kook or how peaceful the Pogue. The only exception being Kiara Carrera. God how you wished you were her. To put it nicely, you hated the kooks, even though you technically were one. No fun people, every girl bragging about their Louis Vuiton and every guy bragging about their body count. The Pogues seemed refreshing.

Sadly, you were stuck with the rich and snobby kids who had everything served to them on a silver platter and never worked a day in their lives. Your parents didn’t want you to become dependent on others, so they made you get a job and buy your own car, clothes, shoes, extra snacks, school supplies, etc. You were taken care of, but all luxuries were paid out of your pocket. Which you didn’t mind, you liked the average life.

You were getting ready for a kegger at the Boneyard with your best friend, Sarah. “the yellow bikini or the purple one?” You asked Sarah, holding each up to your body for her to decide. “Yellow for sure, makes you look like you have a sort of glow!” she says while putting on makeup. You went natural: your hair down and only mascara and chapstick on. “Damn, Y/N, you look HOT!” Sarah giggles as she walked out of the bathroom. You threw on some jean shorts and threw a blunt in one of the back pockets.

You got to the party and everyone was in their respective groups. Kook boys grinding on drunk tourons, no thank you. Kook girls dancing and gossiping about someone, most likely you. And the Pogues, the people you wished you could hang out with. You got a red solo cup, filled it with beer, and sat in the sand: alone. Sarah had left to talk to her other friends from school. She was pretty much your only friend, so you chugged the beer and set the cup down in the sand where it wouldn’t blow away. You grabbed the blunt you stashed in your back pocket and lit it.

Suddenly, a familiar blonde boy sat beside you. JJ, the self-proclaimed Pogue King. “Need a hit?” you offered him the blunt with a small smile. “sure, thanks.” he said, not even making eye contact. Oh yeah, he hates kooks. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You didn’t even realize you were staring at him and quickly snapped away and stayed silent. “Sorry.” you said quietly. “Stop.” He said sharply. “I don’t care, and I don’t care about you snotty, fake ass kooks.” Ouch. That hurt. When he didn’t even know you.

After a while of tense silence between the two of you, you finally spoke up. “I don’t like me either.” your voice cracked as you said it, signaling you had been crying. This time he looked to you with an expression you couldn’t read. You still continued. “I understand, hatred of people born richer than you, I get it. I used to live on the Cut.” Now he looked at you with pure confusion. Y/N, the daughter of the richest family in Figure 8 besides the Cameron’s used to live on the Cut? You suddenly didn’t care that you were oversharing with basically a complete stranger.

“My birth parents were poor. My dad, an alcoholic who physically abused me. My mom, I have no idea, she left when I was a toddler. I was finally taken by officials and adopted into another home when I was 11. Up until I was adopted, I thought it was normal in all families.” JJ was now in complete shock and suddenly feeling sorry for this random kook girl who he’s pretty much envied since he knew her name. He had known something was different about her when she passed him the blunt but he didn’t let it show. “Me too.” He spoke up and you looked at him solemnly.

He stood up to walk away but you got up quick and hugged him. He didn’t know how to react at first, but soon sunk into the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Something felt right in that moment to both of you, but you soon pulled away and slinked into the night.

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The next morning you woke up a little late. You got dressed in some shorts and a white bikini, brushed your hair and teeth, and put on some mascara and chapstick: your usual. You put your hair in a ponytail and threw on your white slip-on vans.

As you hummed to yourself, you heard your mother yell up to you. “Y/N! Someone’s here to talk to you!” “Hold on!” you stepped down each stair, not looking up from your phone until you reached the door where your mom was. “So who’s here to see m-” You looked up and saw JJ smiling. “Hey Y/N, wanna come hang out with me and some of the Pogues?”

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[barrysjumpsuit]

the dark side - jj maybank x shoupe’s daughter, ch. 2

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

summary:  catherine shoupe has the perfect life. when she gets hired by heyward to run groceries, she has a new coworker - jj maybank. as the deputy’s daughter, she can’t help but hate him. but when jj decides to bring her to the dark side and woo her over, cat not only has to hide her activities from her father, but learn who her father really is.

a/n: this is mainly character development (with plenty of JJ), angst and fluff to come next chapter :-) for the first chapter my tags weren’t working, so if you haven’t read it, you can read chapter 1 here

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“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, and Pope was quickly in between the two of them.

“Can we not?” he addressed both of them, exasperated. “At least not in front of my dad.”

Cat rolled her eyes, moving to the side of the boat to push off the dock while JJ sauntered to the steering wheel. 

Maybe this was a bad choice. Lane three sounded nice right now. She tried to push her thoughts away as she sat on the back of the boat.

Pope sat down next to her, and they sat silently until he spoke. “You know, Cat, he was a kid back then.”

“He still said and did that stuff though,” she grumbled, picking at the frayed hems of her denim shorts. “And nothing has changed since then.”

She remembered that day well. Back when she went to the same middle school as Pope and JJ and the rest of their crew. It was the age when kids become cliquey, and start to push boundaries. Cat had always been the girl whose dad was a cop, and when she was younger, it was cool. He would do talks at her school. Her classmates’ attitudes changed once she hit middle school. Kids were becoming more in tune with their parents’ perspectives on cops, and they started getting trouble as well. In a place like the Outer Banks, although it is paradise on Earth, kids got bored.

Kids like JJ. He had always had a troubled life in addition to a smart mouth and loose lips.

She overheard him one day, talking about how his father would beat his mother. Cat felt like it was her obligation to tell her dad and, after enough pestering and begging from her, he agreed to look into it.

A few days later, JJ had decked her across the face with a solid right hook. He yelled at her, awful things about how her father was destroying families and lives and that she was too dumb to see it.

A month later, his mother left them in the middle of the night.

The two of them hadn’t associated since. Cat’s dad brought him up sometimes. “JJ stole another box of condoms from the Dollar General.” “JJ got into another fight at the Boneyard.” “Someone saw JJ stumbling down main street drunk.”

Ever since his mother left, JJ’s mischief escalated.

Cat looked over at him, piloting the boat. His back was to her, and he was leaning against the side of the cabin, gazing out onto the water, his loose hair fluttering in the same breeze that rustled the grocery bags. 

JJ looked over towards her, his icy blue gaze chilling her despite the warm air. Looking away, she trained her eyes on her feet.

“Brr,” Pope said, as if reading her mind.

“He can apologize to me,” Cat decided, thinking out loud. Part of her hoped her words were lost in the wind, so that JJ didn’t hear them. Another part of her hoped he heard.

Pope just sighed before they launched into small talk the rest of the short ride to Figure Eight. It didn’t take long; JJ pulled the boat up beside the dock while Cat jumped onto the worn wood, clipping the boat in at the stern and tying it at the bow.

As Pope and JJ handed the groceries down to her, she noticed that JJ’s gaze was intense and lingering. Purposefully avoiding it, once the last of the groceries were unloaded, she picked up the bags and started walking down the dock to the Thompson’s house.

The boys eventually caught up to her, and they delivered the groceries, Mrs. Thompson slipping each of them a $20 bill as a tip.

“Is this a normal thing?” Cat asked, holding up the money as soon as they were on their way back to the boat.

“Sure is,” Pope said.

“The more good looking you are, the more they tip,” JJ said, peering at Cat over his sunglasses and pretending to lick the money. It was crumpled up from being shoved in his pocket.

The three of them finished up six more deliveries that day. The sun was setting as they docked at Heyward’s. Cat’s skin was reddened from the sun, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. Her interaction with JJ hadn’t been any more than a couple brief exchanges. Luckily, Pope seemed to stick to Cat’s side and JJ kept to himself.

Dinner was just being put on the table as Cat got home, and she didn’t bother cleaning up before sitting down. Her parents flooded her with questions about her new job. She told them about Pope, but not about JJ.

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The first week of work had passed uneventfully. Most days she worked with JJ, but a couple of days, it was just her and Pope. JJ hadn’t addressed the tension between them, and Cat sure as hell wasn’t going to make the first move. He largely ignored her when they worked, which she was fine with.

She decided she liked the job well enough. She made good money with the pay raise and tips, and she could work on her tan, rolling up the sleeves of her work t-shirts and knotting them at the bottom while she was on the boat for a little extra breeze and exposed skin. 

Cat and JJ had just finished their last delivery of the day. The sun was slowly dropping down towards the horizon, casting everything in deep shadows and a golden glow. She definitely couldn’t help but notice JJ’s hair, tousled by the wind of the day, and how it caught the evening rays of sunlight as he disconnected the gas can from the boat.

End of the day checks usually went pretty quickly. There was a checklist kept on board that Cat went over, and she held it while she locked up the cabin of the boat.

JJ’s voice sounded from behind her. “Kitty Cat…” 

“Don’t call me that,” she interrupted, not looking up from what she was doing and maneuvering the padlock so that she could lock the door.

“...I’ve blamed you, you know. This whole time.”

JJ’s words made Cat stop going through the checklist. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck the checklist,” he said, pulling it from her hands and tossing it on the table in the middle of the boat. Did JJ want to get real with her? The look on his face said yes: the way his blue eyes were hard yet soft, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his fists were balled up. 

Cat raised her chin to meet his gaze before he continued.

“I’ve blamed you for the past five years. For everything.”

“That’s not very ni-”

“Shut the fuck up and let me talk,” he burst, bringing his hands up and waving them in a frenzy. Cat took a step back at the movement, and JJ’s face dropped. “Cat, I-”

She turned and walked away, but she could only walk a few feet until she was sitting on the side of the boat. JJ sighed, then went to sit next to her. He was silent for a few moments before speaking. “I’d like to talk things out between us. Want to get dinner?”

“My parents are expecting me home for dinner,” she replied, not looking at him. He sighed, moving slightly.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course,” he said quietly. “I forgot people do that kind of thing.”

His words hurt. She felt stabbing pangs of guilt inside her.

Almost without realizing, Cat picked up her phone, dialing her father.

“Hey Cat, what’s up?” he answered, the sound muffled. She heard the clicking of a turn signal in the background.

“Hey dad, I’m not going to be able to make it home for dinner tonight. We’re flooded with orders at work and have to do some late runs.”

“Alright sweetie, just text me when you’re on your way home, okay? We’ll save you some leftovers.”

“Thanks dad, love you.”

“Love you too, Cat. Be careful on the water tonight.”

At that, Cat hung up, meeting JJ’s eyes for the first time. He raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Where are we going, Maybank?” she asked, and a grin spread across his face.

Half an hour later, they were seated on the back patio of The Wreck, JJ claiming the Carreras gave him a “best friend discount”. They ordered, then sat in an awkward silence, Cat waiting for JJ to speak up.

“I’m sorry I hit you that one time,” he said suddenly, pulling Cat’s eyes up to meet his intense gaze. “I never should have done that. You were worried about me. You were trying to help. I never got to thank you for that.”

“I’m sorry I made your business mine,” she replied quietly. Cat was absently messing with the paper straw wrapper, folding it and ripping it. “I guess I just… felt like I had to.”

JJ was nodding, clearly thinking about her words and how to respond. 

“I shouldn’t have blamed you like I did,” he said finally, giving her a tight smile. “It was just a lot. At the time. It’s still a lot.”

“Want to talk about it?” she asked, and JJ looked up from his drink, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re kidding,” he said, his voice flat.

“I won’t tell my dad. I promise.”

JJ smiled, which turned into a laugh, dimples cratering his cheeks and his hair falling in his face. Behind him, the sun was almost set, only the faintest of oranges lighting up the otherwise dark sky.

“This is a conversation for another day, kitty Cat,” he said, sitting back in his chair. His eyes flicked towards the interior of the restaurant, and Cat turned to follow his gaze. She saw Kiara inside, gesturing wildly and mouthing words at JJ, but stopped and smiled and waved as she noticed Cat looking back.

“Are you sure you’re okay though?” she asked, looking back at him.

He laughed again. “I’m fine. Trust me.” There was an awkward pause. “We cool now?”

“I’m cool if you’re cool,” she replied, taking a sip of her lemonade and raising her eyebrows at him.

“Well, if you’re cool then I’m cool.” She smiled at his play on her words. 

“We’re cool, then.”

“Cool as cucumbers.”

They burst into a fit of laughter as Kiara arrived with their food. “I’m not even gonna ask,” she said, shaking her head, visibly confused. She set the chicken sandwich down in front of Cat before handing JJ his food, whacking him on the head with her serving plate before heading back inside. 

“You two still good friends?” she asked, picking up a sweet potato fry. JJ was in the middle of attacking his burger.

“Very,” he said around his food, and Cat made a face at his manners. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from JJ. “We ‘ang out almost every day.”

“You what?” she asked, grinning, leaning forward on the table, her elbows pressed against the soft wood. “Can you repeat that?”

“We hang,” he said, and a piece of mashed-up food flew out of his mouth as he stressed the word. “H-A-N-G.”

“That’s what I thought, thanks for specifying,” she teased before taking a bite of her chicken sandwich.”

“You should come hang with us sometime,” JJ said, once again carefully pronouncing the word.

Cat almost choked at the proposition, realizing he was serious, but made a point by carefully and thoroughly chewing her food before answering, making direct eye contact the whole time. JJ quickly caught on, pressing his lips together and raising his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.

“Maybe,” she concluded.

“Your dad tell you horror stories about us?” JJ’s words were nonchalant. He leaned back, tossing a fry into his mouth, expecting an answer.

“Mainly about you,” she replied, taking another bite.

“Me?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, I’m flattered. What would he think about you and I here, now?”

“‘e’d ‘ate it,” she said, holding a hand over her mouth, catching herself as she spoke with her mouth full.

A wicked grin spread across JJ’s face. “What’d you say there, kitty Cat?”

“He would hate it! He’d disown me!” she laughed, and JJ smiled back at her. 

“Unfortunately, I think that’s the truth,” he said. Cat hung her head in agreement, and the conversation died.

They ate, and Cat was almost done with her meal when JJ broke the silence. “Does he know we work together?”

She shook her head. “He’s bound to find out eventually, though.”

“Can I ask something else?”

“Sure.”

“Do you associate with any other Pogues?”

“No, aside from you and Pope,” she replied, her voice soft. Cat didn’t have to think about her answer. “I mean… I don’t associate with too many people. I have a few good friends. A bunch of Kook families really kiss ass to my family, I guess so the cops stay away from them and whatever they do. My dad hardly even lets me drive through the Cut when I want to surf down there or anything like that.”

JJ nodded, his eyes fixed on the table. 

“You associate with any Kooks?” she asked, turning the question onto him.

“Kie,” he said. “I mow some lawns. Kiss some asses,” he added, winking. “But no, they don’t exactly welcome me over there.”

It was Cat’s turn to nod in response, not able to think of any words that could break the heaviness of the topic.

Luckily, Kiara arrived to take their plates. “One check,” Cat said, and Kiara’s eyes grew wide, looking from Cat, to JJ, then back to Cat.

“Get that smirk off your face, JJ,” she sighed, turning and leaving.

“What’s that smirk for?” Cat pressed, smiling. 

“Nothin’,” JJ replied, shrugging dramatically, his smirk softening into a smile. Cat rolled her eyes, and Kiara returned quickly with the check.

“I’ll drive you home,” Cat proposed, leaving $25 in cash with the check. They stood and began down the steps from the deck to where Cat’s car was parked.

JJ quickly shot her offer down. “My dad isn’t good at forgiving people, kitty Cat. I’ll walk, it’s not far.”

“Oh- okay.” 

“Thanks for dinner tonight. I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

“JJ Maybank? Offering me, a Kook, repayment? That’s a shocker.”

“I’m not all what your dad makes me out to be,” he said, walking backwards away from her. “There’s more than what meets the eye, and that goes for everyone, including your father. Come hang with us sometime, I’ll get you out of your bubble, kitty Cat”

“What do you mean?” she asked, but by the time the words left her mouth, JJ had turned and was jogging away.

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