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godsp--d · 4 years

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ZC| Princess (zendaya Coleman)

Summary: you, zendaya and two others go to a beach, then an unespected happend.

Warning: LGBTQ+, semi public sex ig, a bit of fluff, anything else HMU

Today you and the rest of the Spider-Man crew are going swimming, well you Harrison, zendaya and Thomas. Well then not the whole cast, whatever.

You guys are currently in London on break, do people know you openly bi/lesbian? Yes, they guessed before you even told them. The way you are obsessed with Kehlani and Sarah Paulson, the way you listen to girls in red and bite your lips when you see a very fine, very fine woman.

Do you have a type? Not at all, just have to have a basic standards, and there’s a whole lot of babes in the sun.

“You’re such a lesbian” Tom chuckles as he hears you ramble about keke Palmer.

“Your such a boring heterosexual” you sigh and roll your eyes, Harrison and zendaya chuckling at your comment while you sit back in your seat in the back row next to zendaya while Harrison plays the same vibey Kendrick Lamar as we ride in the breeze.

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While Tom and Harrison got stuck trying to get surf boards me and zendaya set up, do You have a crush on her? Whaaaaaa? Nooooo. She’s your best friend, you literally do anything and everything together. You’ve been friends since the womb, LIKE LEGIT. She always asks you for some advice and things like that, we cuddle, she buys you dinner and roses, vice versa.

By the time you are done you are on your dark corner, well that’s what everyone else called it, you just liked to sit father away from people, luckily for you, you actually brought a book this time. You and zendaya decided to match a bit, she wore her yellow bathing suit while you wore a purple one, (the one on top) she picked it out of course.

“Would you get up! We need to enjoy ourselves before we get stuck taking pictures like Tom and Harrison!” Daya exclaims, ripping the book from your hands and taking your arm. You pout and put all your weight down making her struggle but continue to pull.

“You have a bony body, daya. Your not making any progress”

“S-shut up!” She struggles, continuing to pull as her feet get stuck in the sand, but that doesn’t stop her. So You let her win, You stand up making her fall, chuckling you say

“Last one there owes the other one a full cake!”

She groans while You run, which is something you cannot do. She digs her feet out of the sand and stands up, looking behind she sees that You’re facing her with my hands up, shrugging and walking to the water, turning around and a few steps away.

“Oh no you don’t!” She yells, running while you continue to walk. And just as you were about to step in the water, she pushes you to the side and leaps in.

You smack your lips and sigh, muttering and cursing her out while your arms are crossed and the water slapping against the side of your leg.

“I hate you”

“Oh you love me” she stands tall with her hands on her hips, smiling down at you.

“You forced me to go here and you can’t even let me win? What type-uh bullshit is that?” You look up and glare at her, finally standing and going deeper in the water, ignoring what she has to say.

You swish in the water and jump when You feel the sand in between your toes, scrunching your face up in disgust and shaking your feet. Then you feel thin arms around you and a chin on your shoulder, slightly feeling the material of this person's bathing suit on your Bear back.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispers against your neck.

“Are you gonna buy me a cake?” She only giggles and places her head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll see what I can do, Y/n” she whispers, your back jolts from her hot breath.

“A-aye, don’t do that” you whisper, biting your lower lip. Did you guys flirt? Most definitely, but it’s that jokey-joke stuff. Not anything too serious, but this? This is different.

She bites your neck softly and presses her chest to your back.

“And what if I do?”

“I’m not having public sex, daya” you chuckle and roll your eyes, but placing your hands ontop of hers. “Stop flirting with me, I’m getting confused” You say, she cackles and let’s you go softly, she turns you around and grabs your hand.

“Well then get confused, princess” she winks and bites her lip, coming face to face with you, her eyes on yours and your lips hovering each other’s. “And stop talking about other women, I’m the only one you need. Babygirl” she mutters, her breath on your lips. And oh how much you wanted her lips on yours, but You didn’t have to.

She did it for you.

She smashes her lips against yours, having to put her head down some because she’s taller than you. You both hear Harrison and Thomas cheering from behind but you ignore them, her hands on your waist pulling you to her front, her hands lowering to your butt, doing a good squeeze and yours go around her neck.

“What the actual fuck?” You’re guessing one of her fans says, snapping a picture and you both pull away.

“So this is your way of saying you have feelings? Right?” You ask quietly, because to be honest you had no idea what that was.

“What else would it be for? Princess”

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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JJ: Dear Sister

TW: drug abuse, mentions of depression and anxiety and mentions of sexual assault. Under the cut.

im really proud of this one, I actually created a story! like with a plot and motive, I really like it!

Being in the BAU and being away from your family was both a blessing and a curse, you were away from your mom and dad, your hometown and hometown friends. But the plus was, you were away from your sister.

Your half-sister was a full on piece of shit, now she wasn’t a piece of shit because she’s an addict (which is what most people assume when you say you don’t like your sister because then they find out she’s an addict and are like “well she needs your support”). Being an addict does not make her a shitty person because you know it’s a mental illness and these people need help.

Your sister is just a piece of shit, because her personality sucks. Not because of the drugs.

(a little author's note because I have Anxiety, addicts deserve all the help they can get and should never be put down for their mental illness. This sister just sucks, she is not a bad human being because of her being addicted to drugs. Okay continue)

You sister, Molly, used your father for his money to the point where even you had to intervene. She abandoned her kids to run off with some guy then had your dad come get her out of trouble, she has been arrested multiple times. She never takes responsibility for her actions and blames everyone else.

Part of recovery is taking responsibility and righting your wrongs. She on the other hand makes the wrongs worse by acting like a child when she is 30 years old.

So to escape her nagging and just the horrible mental space you get in whenever she’s around, you moved out to D.C. You went to the FBI academy, went back home to celebrate (which she didn’t come to when she was invited) and then you went back to work at Quantico.

All your anxieties about her left pretty soon after starting at your job. You knew she wouldn’t call you for help anymore considering you worked for the FBI, also met some amazing people.

Including your wonderful, beautiful girlfriend, JJ.

JJ had just gotten divorced when she met you, she was apprehensive at the thought of dating someone so soon, especially a girl, she’s always been bi but never dated a girl. But she woman’d up and asked you out.

Years flew by of you two dating, the kids loved you so much, JJ was shocked at how good you were with kids when to her knowledge, you were an only child. But, you felt guilt curdle in your gut for not telling her. So one night when the boys were finally in bed, you told her everything. From being the youngest, to dealing with your sister's addiction, your assault, your depression and anxiety, you told her the complete story. Every. Single. Chapter.

She had barely seen you cry, but she saw you bawl at this. She held you and calmed you down, you explained your fear of being judged for Molly’s actions because people might think you are the same to her just because you are half-sisters. You apologized for keeping it from her for years into your relationship.

“Yes, I wish you would have told me but not because I ‘deserve’ to know everything about your past. Because you were suffering in silence, part of being girlfriends is talking about things and getting support from each other. I love you, Y/N. That’ll never change.” She explained. “Also I want to meet your family, I want to meet the strong daughters of hers and be a part of their lives just like you are a part of Henry and Michaels.”

The next week you two scheduled a visit out there with the kids, you flew back to your home state, legs bouncing anxiously the entire time, she held your hand the whole way.

The visit went really well, your nieces were obviously protective of you because you were their mother figure while Molly was in rehab and countless relapses. You took care of them and they were very protective over their aunt.

But, they loved JJ and the boys, as did your entire family.

When you two went back to work, Morgan speculated that you eloped because of how glowy and light you two seemed. JJ explained that the two of you were just happy and got a mental break to yourselves.

Your nieces flew out to visit the next year, then JJ proposed the next week. Life was going great, until you got a call from one of Molly’s friends, “what’s wrong?” You answered, JJ looking up from the dining room table worriedly.

“Molly is with the FBI,” she whispered as if the FBI was listening.

Your stomach sank, “what do you mean?”

“..I shouldn’t be telling you.” “You called me Katy!” You yelled, your father's anger coming out. “What did she do that got the FBI involved?” Your phone buzzed again which meant you were getting another call, unfortunately this one was more important. You looked to see JJ on the phone.

Your thoughts went to the worse, Molly is at Quantico. But JJ was probably just talking to her mom. Her mom called a lot, yeah, that had to be it.

“She was running a drug scheme and got busted as well as several felonies.”

“Shit.” You sighed, “do you know where the bureau she’s located at is?”

“Some place called Quantico.”

No. No. No. No.

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The drive to Quantico was awful and anxiety ridden, JJ held your hand as she drove, the boys were at Will’s. You were calling your dad, telling him not to tell the girls until you know more because they lived with him. JJ explained that the phone call was Hotch saying the interrogation with your sister was happening and they wanted two of their best agents there. The buzzing during the phone call was Rossi. They didn’t know it was your sister, your last name was common, you’ve run into plenty of people in your line of work with your last name.

But you were told that you two looked similar, and they’re all smart but you know Reid will put it together before anyone else. Hell, he probably already has.

You pulled up to the building, there were a bunch of cop cars as well as other Agent vehicles. JJ didn’t hold your hand on the way up to where they all were, she didn’t want it to be obvious that you were in emotional turmoil.

You met them right before the interrogation room, you looked into the window, she looked horrible. Obviously, she was using again, she had all the signs, every memory from high school came back. Seeing her so skinny and malnourished from the drugs. Her hair was lackluster, it was flat and dull in color, her skin was deathly pale and had many skin breakouts due to how shot her entire system is.

Garcia filled all of you in everything she’s done. You already knew this though, Hotch gave you a weird look because you wouldn’t stop staring off into space (which showed your anxiety was spiraling bad). You also didn’t chime to help, you just shut down.

Hotch moved to behind you and touched your back lightly, “can I see you for a moment?” You two slipped out without making it obvious, you were sure none of them noticed but Hotch knows you like a daughter.

He shut the door to his office, “what’s going on, Y/N?”

You shrugged, “nothing.”

“I know you’re lying, did you and JJ have a fight that’s distracting you? Is your mental health acting up again?”

“No, God, No. And You know if we have problems we let them go at work to get things done.” You said defensively.

“Well, both of you are pretty closed off right now, usually you two never leave each other's sides during cases. You aren’t being attentive and aren’t chiming in. If it’s not your mental health or JJ, what is it?”

You bit your lip nervously, “that woman in there, she’s my half-sister.”

Well, it was clear he wasn’t expecting that, “It’s not in your file that you have siblings.” “That part was optional, I left it blank for a reason.”

“What happened?” He asked gently.

“She chose that life over her family, over her children. We paid for so many facilities and got her help multiple times. She threw it all away. I can’t forgive her for that.”

He nodded, “think you can go back in there?”

“I want that bitch locked away, Hotch. If you allow me to have that personal vendetta, then yes I want to go back there.” You said, determined. The fire in you igniting more. You would make sure she never saw her kids again.

He nodded and gestured towards the door, “lead the way.” -------------------------------------------

“I want to go in there to interrogate her.” You spoke, your voice void of any emotion, you got really good at hiding your emotions. Especially around her.

Rossi nodded, oblivious to the looks JJ was giving you, “sounds like a plan to me, you are the toughest I feel like right next to Hotch and Morgan.”

You smiled in response, it was light praise to you.

“Hey Y/N?” Reid asked.

“Yeah?” You looked at him, pushing a stray hair that fell in your face back.

“She looks a lot like you, and has the same last name.” He said gently.

“Yes, she’s my half-sister, Reid.” You said, looking at the entire team's reactions.

To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

“Are you sure you should go in there then?” Morgan asked.

You nodded, “I can do it. I don’t really care if she gets locked away. In fact, I think everyone in my family will be better off.”

Nobody said anything at your words, then Emily spoke, “go get the confession.”

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You stood outside the door, JJ came up and gave you a kiss, “you got this, babygirl.”

You blushed, then groaned, “great now I’m gonna be all flustered.”

She laughed, it made your heart lighter, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You said back, she kissed you again and walked away.

You waited a few moments to open the door, you could do this.

When you opened it, she looked up to see who it was, she saw you and gave you a confused look, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“If you came to my graduation party, you would know this is where I worked.” You said, like she was stupid.

“I knew you were in the FBI at least.” “Considering all the laws you’ve broken, I wouldn’t have thought so.” You threw the file on the table, “I’ve already told them about everything you did to my family, to your children. They aren’t so happy and everybody here is dedicated to locking you away. You can’t play the victim card anymore.” You spoke gently, trying to keep nerves out of your voice.

“Traitor.” She hissed.

“Hm, you knew you had a relative in the FBI yet you still kept doing bad things, you also have two kids you left for a crime ring so I don't think I’m the traitor here.” You said sitting across from her, you ignored the anxiety in your veins, you wanted to fiddle with your engagement ring but didn’t really wanna talk about JJ with this woman.

“Tell me what happened,” You leveled her with a look, that same look that your father would give her, the ‘i’m disappointed’ look, she had some feelings, and that look usually worked. “Why would I tell you?” You shrugged, “I don’t know, you bragged about getting kidnapped before so I wonder what you’ll brag about now, maybe seeing the inside of Quantico, maybe how they tried to break you and you resisted.”

“They sent my baby sister in to intimidate me,” she scoffed, “pathetic.”

“Oh that isn’t my job.” You smiled, you were going to enjoy this.

“Whose job is it?” She deadpanned, not having any of your shit, but you didn’t care. It was too much fun.

“The prison guard outside who’s waiting to guide you to prison.” You shrugged.You could feel the ‘Hotch’ look through the glass for telling her so much.

But you knew how to scare her, how to make her feel like shit. Guilt tripping was the best, hearing her lies, it was almost comical at how ridiculous they were.

“Your daughters are doing great by the way, they stayed here with me for a week.” It was a great week, Hotch granted you and JJ time off to spend time with them and the boys. JJ even asked for their permission to marry you, she proposed the next week on your anniversary.

She sighed and looked at the mirror, it was like she was staring down your team on the other side.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, before she spoke. “I’m sorry.” “No.” You simply said, shaking your head.

“No?” She asked.

“Don’t say you’re sorry just to say it, I don’t want some apology, you’re going to prison no matter what.” You shrugged. You forbade your emotions getting involved right now. JJ and the team were working overtime to get this confession out in time.

“Bullshit, I am not.” She insisted, her voice going up a couple octaves. She was nervous.

“What? You think you’re just gonna walk out of here? You have several federal offenses.” You opened her file, “carjacking, credit card fraud and identity theft alone are going to be up to 30 years in prison.”

“There’s no proof.” She was just spitting stuff out at this point, she was getting frazzled. Her eyes, eyes that you both shared from your father, were wide and full of fear.

“There are countless video files as well as credit card traces and millions of other traces. You’ve been on the list for years it seems.” You said, your eyes scanning over everything, every single mugshot, or street camera shot. All the proof was in the folder, you just needed a confession.

“I know you deal, so just confess and we can both get out of this awkward family reunion.” You spoke, your head resting against your hand.

Her eyes caught on the diamond, “you married?”

“Engaged.” You said calmly.

“What’s his name?” You rolled your eyes. “You know I’m gay, why do you keep insisiting that I’m into men?” “Oh yeah because you were assaulted, got it.” She acted like she just solved the greatest mystery.

Your stomach sank even further, “Your ignorance is baffling.”

“Ignorance?”

“Yup, you criticize other people's lives and then once someone throws it back at you, you get offended. You are the queen of hypocrites.” you paused, “that’s what your drug lord name should’ve been.”

“..What?”

“The Hypocrite Queen, has a bite to it, doesn’t it?” You tilted your head, feeling her vibes out.

“What?” She asked, her voice trembling. She was scared.

Good. A dark part of you whispered.

“Sure it doesn’t have as much fire as The Bite. But it’ll do.” You said, nonchalant. As if discussing paint colors.

“How do you know about any of this?”

You smiled, enjoying her fear and the fact that you’re winning. “You know, I wonder what Adam Davis would think about all of this, or Betty Walsh, Allie Simmers, Jaden Carsdale, Julia Brewermen.” You named off just a few of the people her drugs killed.

“I don’t know who those people are.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she couldn’t make eye contact.

You nodded, “those are the people you killed.” “Drugs killed them.” She clarified without thinking.

The door behind you opened, you turned to see JJ, “we need you in Garcia’s office.” It was a horrible lie, but you knew it was all done. You nodded, you started getting up when you heard Molly speak.

“What about family, sissy?”

“That’s rich coming from you, you are the same woman who abandoned her children for some dude you met two days before you left.”

“That was the addiction.”

“No it wasn’t, you did the same thing when you were fifteen, with a twenty six year old might I add; right before you got pregnant with your first born. You weren’t addicted then, so don't blame an addiction you use as a crutch to get through life. Being an addict doesn’t mean you are automatically pardoned from everything you ‘ve done, to me, to dad, to your two kids who are fifteen years old and already know that they never want to see you again.”

“What have I done to you?” She had the nerve to look heartbroken.

Manipulative bitch

“Tried to manipulate me to say I took dads alcohol when I was fourteen, I told you I was gay and you asked if I was gay because I was assaulted. You used my mom and your dad for money, you lied to us, multiple times about so many things that I’ve lost count. You hurt people for your own gain, you are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. You know, I went into a career where I deal with horrible people and now I know why I’m so good at it, because I grew up dealing with a horrible person that was close to me. Someone who hurt multiple people that I love-” “I get it, I hurt people-” “I’m not done! You’ve judged me my entire life and treated me poorly and now, I get to enjoy the fact that I get to watch you get put behind bars forever. You will never see your children again, you will never use our family for money, and people will no longer pity you.”

You walked out without another word, JJ was right there, she gripped your hand because she knew you needed the support.

With Molly locked away, you could finally breathe and feel free from her problems. You made all the necessary phone calls to your dad. Booked a flight to go and explain everything to your nieces.

JJ would be by your side through it all.

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