The Brushes

It’s getting juicy…

Chapter 1 of The Big Question, out now!

Thank you readers for the love on my last fic, I’m glad you both cried to it and loved it!

I’ve gotten an influx of Tumblr requests, so for anyone who sent one in, you’ll have to hold your horses, and let me slowly pump them out!!

Thanks for the requests, I’ll get to them as quick as possible!

reader is COLD

that's all i got

Enjoy :)

The Famous Sweatshirt 🥶

Emily sat behind her desk, flipping through case updates with her usual sharp focus, one leg tucked under the other, reading glasses perched low on her nose.

She glance up absently, just a habitual scan of the BAU bullpen, when she caught a movement out the corner of her eye. The newest addition to the BAU, Agent Y/N Y/L/N, sitting stiffly at her desk.

Head down, posture tight, and most notably... shivering.

Emily frowned. Y/N was still relatively new, five weeks in, sharp like her, well-versed in profiling and always meticulous in her reports. But she was quiet. Painfully quiet.

The kind of agent who always showed up on time, worked through lunch and never joined the team for drinks or dinner. A mystery in her own right.

And Emily, against her better judgement, had noticed her a little more than she probably should have. Y/N's thin button up did little to combat the spring chill that lingered in the BAU air conditioning.

Emily's gaze dropped to the bottom drawer of her desk. Without hesitation, she reached down, tugged it open and pulled out her spare FBI sweatshirt. Dark navy crew neck that was soft with age.

She stood, straightening the sleeves. With casual ease masking her fluttering nerves, the Chief made her way down the steps toward the desks in the bullpen.

Y/N looked up halfway through a sentence in her report, blinking in surprise at the sight of her Chief standing there. "Agent Y/L/N..." Emily said softly, offering her sweatshirt, "You looked cold."

Y/N's cheeks coloured immediately, "Oh... I.. uh, thank you, ma'am. I didn't realise I was-" Emily held her hand up gently, "It's alright," Emily smiled, gently pushing the sweater closer. "It's clean. I keep a spare."

Y/N accepted it with a smile, holding the fabric like it was something sacred, "this is really kind of you.. thank you." Emily nodded, lingering for a second longer than necessary, then, her tone gentled just a bit.

"Have you eaten today?"

Y/N blinked again, "Um... no, ma'am. I'm behind on the daily updates... and..." Y/N shuffled papers against her desk. "Emily," the Chief corrected with a warmer smile.

"Come on, it's sunny out, you've earned at least ten minutes." Y/N hesitated, Emily tilted her head, lowering her voice so it was just between them.

"Coffee. On me. We'll sit outside. You don't have to talk if you don't want to." A pause, then, slowly, the young agent nodded. "...okay."

Emily's chest did something traitorous and warm. She gestured toward the bullpen side doors. "Grab your badge. I'll meet you by the elevators."

As Y/N slid Emily's sweatshirt on, sleeves a little long over her wrists, Emily turned to head back upstairs, smiling quietly to herself. The coffee might just be ten minutes in the sun.

But to her, it already felt like the start of something worth being patient for.

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Sadly, I'm anonymous online for now. Wylix is my online persona and so far hasn't been opened to my actual life. I do have my discord and tumblr all available for messages? :) , my contact info is my top pinned post!

Sorry!

Maybe, if you'd like, you could DM me and I could share it privately after getting to know you?

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Definitely read The Ghost all in one sitting. Great work.

Thank you! I could say the same about all your works! Glad you enjoyed it!

how quickly do u put ur stuff on Ao3

Depends. A lot of the one shots I do on here won’t be on AO3.

I have quite a few AO3 and fandom series, but with recent events like University break ending, and a bit of a personal event going on, my schedule has slowed down.

But it bothers me to not finish things so they’ll eventually be finished!

At the moment, I’ve just been doing Tumblr requests, but I’ve got a few AO3 pieces on the run so I’d say every 1-2 weeks a new chapter of something comes out! 😊

ok but can you write jj x reader (not apart of the bau)

cheating

breakup

angst

no happy ending

please and thank you 😊

Sorry for the late response! Enjoy!

Two Years Down the Drain

Summary: JJ cheats on Y/N, and Y/N could never forgive her.

It had been two years. Two years of Sunday morning coffees in bed. Two years of glances across crowded rooms that made Y/N feel like the only one in JJ’s world. Two years of loyalty, of faith.

And it had taken JJ one night to destroy it.


One night. One mistake. One betrayal.

Y/N sat curled into the far corner of her couch, her body numb and rigid under an old throw blanket. The TV hummed low in the background, some sitcom laugh track playing distantly, a hollow noise filling the silence Penelope Garcia had left behind when she went to grab more ice cream.

Penelope had been there the second Y/N called, voice shaking so hard she could barely get the words out.


JJ. Will. Caught. In bed.

And Penelope, beautiful, fierce, loyal Penelope, hadn't even hesitated. She left work in the middle of a database sweep to be there. She’d burst into the apartment, arms wide open, outrage bleeding into her every movement.

"I swear to the Goddess above," Penelope had hissed earlier that night, kneeling in front of Y/N on the carpet, "if you even think about forgiving her, I'll personally knock some sense into you, my love bug."


Her mascara had run with angry tears. "You are-“ she shook Y/N lightly by the shoulders, “-the best, most loyal partner. You deserved better. You still deserve better."

Y/N had barely been able to nod, her voice crushed to ash in her throat. Now, it was nearing 11pm, and she hadn’t moved. Not when Penelope left to pick up more snacks. Not when her phone buzzed over and over with JJ’s name. Not when the soft knock echoed against her front door. She barely even blinked when the knock turned into frantic pounding.


Not until the door clicked open. Y/N turned her head slowly, heart stuttering painfully. There JJ stood.
Disheveled, desperate. Her face wet with tears, her hands trembling, clutching the hem of her sweater like it was the only thing grounding her.

"Y/N, please," JJ gasped, stepping inside despite the lack of invitation. Her voice cracked , broke open , like something rotten finally spilling out.


Y/N didn’t say a word. She just watched. Watched this woman, this stranger, try to piece together a shattered thing like it hadn’t been deliberate. JJ dropped to her knees in front of her. "I'll do anything," she whispered brokenly. "Let me make it up to you."


Her hands, those traitorous hands, reached up, smoothing along Y/N’s thighs over the blanket. Soft. Familiar. Unwelcome. Y/N flinched back before she could stop herself, a full-body shudder crawling up her spine.

But JJ leaned closer anyway, desperate. Her hands slipped beneath the blanket, skin on skin, and she kissed Y/N's knee, slowly trailing her mouth up, up…

And all Y/N could think about…


was Will.

JJ’s mouth, the same mouth that kissed Will's body. JJ’s hands, the same hands that roamed Will’s chest, tangled in his hair. JJ’s body, the same body that let someone else claim it. The same body that cried out for someone else. Nausea clawed at Y/N's stomach. Tears blurred her vision.

"No," Y/N rasped, her voice finally breaking through the dam of hurt. She shoved JJ back, hard enough that JJ stumbled onto her heels. JJ’s face crumpled, devastated. But Y/N wasn’t moved. Not this time.

"You don't get to touch me," Y/N whispered, her voice shaking but strong. "Not after you let him." JJ’s mouth opened and closed, speechless. Tears streaked her cheeks. She looked so small, so pathetic, sitting there on the floor. "I loved you," Y/N said, chest heaving.


"You were my everything, Jennifer. And you threw it away for… for what? A cheap fuck in a bar bathroom?"

JJ winced, the words hitting like gunfire. "I can’t un-see it," Y/N whispered. "I can’t un-feel it."

The door banged open again, Penelope, standing there with two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in her arms.
She took one look at the scene, JJ on her knees, Y/N trembling with rage and heartbreak, and her face hardened. "You need to leave," Penelope said coldly to JJ, stepping protectively in front of Y/N.


"I mean it, Jayje. Leave her alone. You’ve done enough."

JJ's body sagged under the weight of it. For the first time, she realised no apology could erase what she’d done. Without another word, she dragged herself to her feet, avoiding both their gazes, and stumbled out the door. Penelope dropped the ice cream on the coffee table and collapsed beside Y/N, pulling her into her arms.

And for the first time since the betrayal, Y/N sobbed.


Full-bodied, aching, gut-wrenching sobs. Penelope just held her, rocking her gently, whispering promises against her hair. "You’re going to survive this, sweet girl," Penelope swore fiercely. "You are going to find someone who would never, never, make you question how goddamn worthy you are."

And Y/N clung to her best friend, the only thing steady in a world that had fallen completely apart.

- - -

JJ didn’t stop. Not even after Penelope slammed the door in her face that night. Not after the dozens of ignored texts, the countless unanswered calls. Every few days, she showed up.


At the apartment.


At work.


At the gym Y/N used to drag her to.


Once, once, she even showed up at Y/N’s sister's house two towns over. Always with the same expression: broken. Pleading. Always with the same words: Please. Please forgive me. But Y/N didn’t have it in her.
Not anymore.

Instead, she buried herself in work. She picked up extra classes, took on after-school programs, volunteered for committee meetings she normally despised. Her planner was a battlefield of appointments and deadlines , anything to keep the memories from clawing at her in the quiet.

Because in the quiet?


She could still hear JJ’s voice, gasping, moaning, but not for her. In the quiet? She could still see JJ’s flushed face, turned towards Will, mouth parted in pleasure. A snapshot burned behind her eyelids. It made her want to scream until her throat bled. So she didn’t let herself have quiet anymore.

When she wasn’t teaching, she was out.


Late-night drinks with Garcia, both of them clinging to each other like they could stop the bleeding.

They laughed, too loud, too fake, at shitty bars, sipping watered-down margaritas until the sharpest edges dulled just a little.

They went dancing sometimes, Garcia dragging her onto the floor, spinning her around until Y/N could almost, almost, forget the shape of JJ's mouth around someone else's name.

She stopped going to places they used to share.


No more Saturday market.


No more little café on 5th.


No more late-night drives past the lake where they used to park and talk for hours.

Y/N erased JJ like scrubbing blood from white fabric, violently, desperately, but the stains were still there.


Faint, but permanent.

Y/N: Did you two eat my emergency chocolate?

Emily: Define “emergency.”

JJ: Yeah, Emily was stress-eating during Reid’s chess meltdown.

Y/N: And you just… joined her?

JJ: I left you a granola bar!

Y/N: Granola doesn’t replace chocolate, JJ.

Emily: We’ll buy you a new one.

Y/N: Not good enough.

JJ: Fine, two bars. Happy?

Y/N: Make it three… for emotional damages.

JJ: You’re lucky we love you.

Y/N: And don’t you forget it :).

penelope x non binary reader( they/them)

talks of the future together

kids

WAIT ACTUALLY I WANNA SEE UR TAKE ON PEN AS A MOM PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Pillow Planning

Hope you like :)

It had started with a quiet night, feet tangled beneath a fuzzy throw blanket, Penelope tucked into the crook of Y/N Y/N's shoulder on the couch.

The television was murmuring something cheerful and forgettable, but Penelope's mind was already far from it, her fingers idly tracing shapes against Y/N's thigh.

"Have you ever thought about kids?" she asked, her voice low, careful. Y/N didn't flinch. Instead, they turned slightly, brushing a kiss to her hairline. "All the time," they said simply.

Their tone wasn't performative or dramatic... it was simple, real.

Garcia blinked up at them, almost too surprised, "Really?" Y/N nodded, "I think... I've always wanted to give someone the kind of safety and home I didn't have. I am so glad I found you... and I think we'd make a weird, glittery, brilliantly kind little human."

Garcia beamed, eyes stinging, "I want that too, I want all of it with you. Diapers, glitter explosions, juice boxes on courtroom steps. All of it."

Their fingers twined, a promise was made, half whispered, half anchored in the silent space between them.

- - -

The Team Barbecue - A few years later...

Garcia knelt by the front door, zipping up a bright yellow backpack adorned with cartoon stars and smiling dinosaurs. Inside was, wipes, snacks, extra clothes, a water bottle, and of course, a small plush fox named Captain Fuzzy.

Behind her, Y/N stood in the hallway, bent over carefully as they guided a squirming three year old into a pair of denim jeans and a bright red t-shirt with a dinosaur on the front, an exact miniature of Y/N's own outfit.

Garcia had demanded it, matching fits, looking good for photos. "Rex," Y/N said, their voice patient but firm, "arms up, big guy. Gotta get these pants up... don't want to be free willing it later."

Rex giggled, sleepy curls falling over his eyes. "I like bath free will," he mumbled. Y/N lifted him easily, smoothing his shirt down, whispering something Garcia couldn't quite catch, but she didn't have to.

It was always soft when Ronnie talked to their son. Always steady, calm.

Garcia zipped up the bag and stood, watching them, her heart just... full. Her spouse, tall, lean, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, tattoos peeking out under the collar of their shirt, was glowing in a way only she could see.

The way they looked at Rex, how they instinctively caught him when he lost balance, the way their arms formed home around him. That was what made her fall for Y/N in the first place.

Their loyalty. Steadiness. Their fire when needed, but never with her. Never with Rex. They caught Garcia looking, "What?" Y/N asked. Garcia could only smile, kissing Rex's forehead, then Y/N's mouth.

"You look good in denim. You both do."

- - -

Rossi's backyard was already filling with laughter and the smell of barbecue sauce and charred onions. Garcia led the way through the garden gate, Rex's little hand tight around Y/N's index finger.

She waved broadly to JJ, Emily, Spencer, and Rossi, all gathered around a large outdoor table with drinks and plates in hand.

"Everyone!!" Garcia beamed, "This is Rex Y/L/N-Garcia, he's... three, he's a dinosaur enthusiast and he is not sure if you are real people or ghosts.

Rex immediately ducked behind Y/N's legs. JJ coming over to kneel down slowly, setting her drink aside and pulling a cookie from a plate. "Hey there, Rex," she said gently, "I've got a dino cookie..."

Rex peeked out.

Y/N leaned down, murmuring to him. "It's okay. I'll come with you... I promise."

With tiny steps, Rex walked out from the safe haven of Y/N's legs, one hand still clinging to the fabric of their jeans. He reached for the cookie with his free hand, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide.

"There you go," JJ said, holding it out without moving closer. Rex took it, then immediately turned to Y/N, "Dama stay?"

Y/N crouched beside him, "Right here, bug."

Garcia watched as JJ gently asked Rex about his dinosaur shirt, and he mumbled something about 'T-rex teeth' with a mouth full of cookie.

Garcia wiped a stray tear before it could fall, blinking up at the sky for a second. She turned to find Emily beside her, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You okay, mama?"

Garcia let out a shaky laugh, "Yeah... yeah, I just... this is everything. Y/N, Rex, the matchy-matchy denim, the fact that my son just came out of hiding for a cookie... that's parenting. That's our kid."

Y/N joined her then, slipping an arm around her waist, their voice low in her ear, “He’s doing great.”

“You’re doing great,” Garcia said, resting her head on their shoulder. “You’re everything I ever wanted, you know?”

Y/N kissed her temple. “And you’re more than I thought I deserved.”

Garcia sniffled, then straightened. “Okay. Emotional moment over. Let’s get matching lemonade and take family photos before someone spills ketchup on our son.”

*Dama is the name I adopted for another series, it's 'dad' and 'ma' together, more of a non-binary... they/them version of a parental figure name!