Late Post, But, Chapter 13 Of Emily’s Anger Is Out!

can you write a Penolope Garcia X reader fic please????

I need more in my life there's not enough

Something cute fluffy cuddly maybe

grumpy x sunshine

established relationship

BANTER

Maybe reader meeting to the BAU team

(reader is not a part of the BAU) 

Hope you enjoy this! Let me know if you'd like anything changed or added :)

It's on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63243358

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6 Months Ago...

Penelope Garcia had never been one to shy away from technology, after all, it was her world. But even in a field where she was undeniably a genius, she never expected to find someone who would completely surprise her, not through tech or algorithms, but with a single message.

It started on an online forum about cybersecurity, where Garcia often browsed to stay updated. She never imagined that the username TechieTaco would catch her attention. The message was simple, but it stood out:

"I think you might be underestimating your skills. Let's fix that." 

Garcia's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just the confidence in her words, it was the challenge. No one had ever dared to push her like that, especially someone who didn't know her. She responded quickly, a mix of curiosity and playfulness in her message.

"And how exactly do you plan to fix that?"

What followed was an exchange of witty banter, sharing tips and tricks about tech that felt like a game of intellectual tennis. Garcia couldn’t help but feel drawn to this person, someone who was clearly sharp but didn’t mind the playful back-and-forth. And when they eventually moved from the forum to messaging privately, the conversation didn’t stop at tech.

Y/N, as it turned out, was nothing like the image Garcia had in her head. She was tall, athletic, and had a no-nonsense attitude. But it was her confidence that surprised Garcia the most. Y/N wasn’t shy. She didn’t second-guess herself, even when it came to something as simple as complimenting Garcia.

One evening, after a particularly hilarious conversation about their favorite snacks, Y/N sent her a message that completely floored Garcia:

"I’m interested in getting to know you better. Not your skills, not your expertise... just you."

Garcia blinked, staring at the words on her screen. She hadn’t expected that. Just you. The idea that someone was interested in her, Penelope Garcia, the quirky, colorful, tech-obsessed, and sometimes overly chatty woman, left her speechless for a moment. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Y/N's confidence was something Garcia had never encountered before. It was something that made her feel seen, even beyond her work.

It wasn’t long before they decided to meet. Garcia was a bundle of excitement and nervous energy when they agreed on a video call. She was sitting in her colorful office, her usual oversized glasses perched on her nose, tapping her foot in anticipation.

When the call connected, there she was, Y/N. Tall, strong, and undeniably stunning, sitting back with an easygoing smile. Her short, tousled hair framed her face in a way that made Garcia’s heart skip. And that confidence, it was all there, as though Y/N had no doubt that she belonged in every space she entered.

"Hey, Penelope," Y/N said with that calm confidence, making Garcia feel instantly at ease. "It’s really good to finally put a face to the name."

Garcia, still a little caught off guard, smiled brightly. "It’s, uh, really great to see you, Y/N. I was... honestly a little nervous."

Y/N's laugh was low and warm, and she leaned forward a little, eyes never leaving the screen. "Nervous? You’re Penelope Garcia. You run circles around the rest of us when it comes to tech. What do you have to be nervous about?"

The way Y/N said it made Garcia feel like she was exactly where she needed to be. And the more they talked, the more Garcia realized that Y/N wasn’t just interested in her tech skills, she was fascinated by her.

As they continued their conversation, Garcia couldn’t help but laugh, feeling her confidence grow with every word. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?"

Y/N smirked. "I don’t do anything halfway."

And from that moment on, Garcia knew Y/N wasn’t like anyone else. She was confident, strong, and had a way of making Penelope feel like the most important person in the world. And despite Garcia’s initial surprise, she couldn’t help but be glad that Y/N had taken that chance, that she’d seen something in Garcia that she couldn’t ignore.

It was the start of something special, something unexpected, an unexpected love story that neither of them had anticipated, but both were willing to embrace wholeheartedly.

Present Day...

Penelope Garcia never thought she'd end up in a place like this. No, seriously. As she stood in the middle of Y/N's sleek, modern, very expensive-looking apartment, she still felt like she had somehow stumbled into a movie rather than her own home. She had officially moved in two weeks ago, and while she had made sure to sprinkle in some of her signature colour and flair, Y/N's impeccable taste still shined through. Dark wood, soft lighting, a kitchen that looked like it belonged to a Michelin-star chef.

How did I end up living like a tech billionaire's pampered cat?

She sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch as Y/N walked in from the home office. "What's the sigh for this time, oh dramatic one?" Garcia peeked up at her. "Just revelling in the fact that I somehow got a hot, smart girlfriend and a penthouse. I must have been a saint in my past life." Y/N smirked, crossing her arms.

"Oh, definitely. Probably a warrior princess, too." Garcia grinned.

"Obviously."

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at it, eyes widening before she sat up quickly. "Oh! It’s JJ. The team is going on a weekend cabin trip and want me to come. And they said to bring my ‘mystery girlfriend’ so the team can finally meet you." Y/N raised a brow. "Mystery girlfriend, huh?" Garcia wiggled her brows. "You are a mystery to them. I keep you all to myself, like a dragon hoarding its treasure." Y/N chuckled, shaking her head.

"So, do you want me to meet them?"

Garcia practically leapt off the couch, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist. "Of course, I do! They’re my family, and you’re you, which means they’re going to love you." Y/N, always calm and composed, smiled. "Then let’s do it."

The next night, after a chaotic packing session where Garcia made sure to pack at least three separate pairs of fuzzy socks (priorities), the two loaded up Y/N's sleek black SUV and hit the road. Y/N, ever the confident driver, navigated the winding roads with ease while Garcia played DJ, switching between classic rock, guilty pleasure pop songs, and dramatic Broadway numbers.

"Did you seriously just go from AC/DC to Mamma Mia?" Y/N asked, amused. "Yes," Garcia said proudly. "It’s called range."

When they pulled up to the cabin, Garcia was practically vibrating with excitement. She spotted the team outside by the fire pit and hopped out of the car before Y/N even had the chance to cut the engine.

"Hello, my beautiful crime-fighting loves!" she called, arms outstretched.

"Garcia!" JJ grinned, walking over for a hug. "And… this must be Y/N?"

The rest of the team had turned their attention to Y/N as she stepped out of the car, standing tall with her usual composed confidence. The firelight cast a warm glow over her, highlighting her strong, athletic frame and effortless androgynous style, loose-fit black jeans, a plain gray henley rolled at the sleeves, and her signature understated gold jewelry.

There was a pause. A moment of processing. "Wait this is Y/N?" Derek finally blurted, eyes flicking between Garcia and Y/N. Emily smirked, nudging JJ. "You were expecting a nerd in glasses, weren’t you?"

"I—No! Okay, maybe a little!" JJ admitted, laughing. Garcia, completely unbothered, beamed and wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist. "She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?"

"Ridiculously so," Tara agreed, tilting her head. "How did you meet her again?" Garcia grinned mischievously. "Oh, we met online. She wooed me with her tech knowledge and her very impressive muscles." Y/N, taking it all in stride, extended her hand. "Nice to finally meet you all. I’ve heard a lot."

Rossi, who had been watching with his signature knowing smirk, shook her hand firmly. "Welcome to the family, kid. You drink whiskey?" Y/N chuckled. "I wouldn’t say no to a glass."

"Good answer," Rossi said, leading her toward the cabin. Garcia turned back to the team, wiggling her eyebrows. "Told you you’d love her."

The evening passed in a warm blur of food, drinks, and laughter. The team had set up a huge dinner spread, steak, roasted vegetables, pasta, the works.

Y/N fit in shockingly well. She listened intently as the team swapped stories, chiming in with occasional sharp-witted remarks that had even Emily raising an eyebrow in approval. When it came to drinking games, she handled her whiskey like a pro, earning instant points from Rossi.

But what really melted Garcia’s heart was how effortlessly affectionate Y/N was. There was never a moment where she wasn’t touching Garcia in some small way, a hand on her thigh, an arm draped over the couch behind her, or the occasional kiss to her temple when she got particularly animated telling a story.

At one point, Luke shook his head, smiling. "I’ve never seen Garcia like this. So… cuddly."

"She's always like this," Y/N replied, a teasing smirk on her lips. "I’ve learned to accept my fate." Garcia beamed. "Yes. She is my designated cuddle victim." Y/N simply pulled Garcia closer, whispering, "Worst fate ever," into her hair, making Garcia giggle.

Eventually, the drinks slowed, yawns took over, and the team started heading to their rooms. As Garcia and Y/N made their way to their shared room, Garcia sighed happily, stretching her arms. "An entire uninterrupted weekend with my girlfriend and my best friends? I am living the dream." Y/N chuckled, tugging off her sweater before climbing into bed. "Happy to be of service, angel."

Garcia slipped under the covers and immediately curled into Y/N's side, resting her head on her chest.

"Okay, but seriously," she murmured, "I’m so glad you came. They adore you." Y/N pressed a kiss to Garcia’s forehead, arms wrapped securely around her. "I adore you. And if your team comes with the package, I’m happy to be in it." Garcia hummed, already half-asleep. "Best. Girlfriend. Ever." And with that, she dozed off, wrapped up in the warmth of her perfectly unexpected love.

The next morning, Garcia woke up feeling ridiculously well-rested. No nightmares, no early morning cases pulling her away, just the soft, steady warmth of Y/N holding her close. She peeked up at her girlfriend, who was still half-asleep, one arm draped lazily over Garcia’s waist.

"Y/N," Garcia whispered, poking her side. A sleepy groan. "Mmm?"

"Morning, gorgeous." One eye cracked open, a slow, lazy smile forming on Y/N's lips. "Morning, angel." Garcia stretched, making a content noise. "I slept so well. You’re still officially my favorite pillow." Y/N chuckled, voice still rough with sleep. "Happy to be of service." After a few more minutes of Garcia refusing to move (because cuddles were essential), they finally peeled themselves out of bed, freshened up, and made their way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the cabin as they stepped into the open living space. The BAU team was already up, working together to make breakfast. "Well, well, look who’s finally awake," Emily teased, flipping a pancake. Derek, who was standing by the counter, leaned back with a smirk. "Man, I gotta know your workout routine, Y/N. Seriously... how do you do it?" Y/N, ever the picture of calm confidence, just smirked.

"It’s a trade secret."

Derek grinned. "C’mon, let a man in on it. You lift? Run? Fight crime on the side?" Garcia, leaning into Y/N's side, sighed dramatically. "She just exists like this. It’s unfair, really." Y/N chuckled. "Genetics, mostly. And, you know, carrying Garcia to bed when she falls asleep on the couch." Garcia gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "How dare you expose me."

Y/N grinned and, without missing a beat, pulled Garcia into a tight hug from behind, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You love it." The team collectively made a noise of amusement, and JJ shook her head.

"Okay, I love them together."

While everyone continued their friendly banter, Y/N slipped away toward the coffee station. She eyed the setup, scanning for the right ingredients before effortlessly crafting Garcia’s insanely complicated coffee order.

The first time she had made it, she’d taken detailed mental notes, half-and-half, a splash of vanilla, a specific amount of caramel drizzle (not too much but not too little), and an exact temperature that Garcia swore tasted different. With practiced ease, she set Garcia’s mug down in front of her before grabbing her own, just simple black coffee.

Garcia gasped as if Y/N had just brought her the Holy Grail. "This is why I fell in love with you."

Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her own coffee before leaning over to kiss Garcia’s cheek. "I thought it was the muscles?"

Garcia sighed dreamily. "That too."

Emily leaned in toward JJ. "They’re disgustingly adorable." JJ nodded, grinning. "I know. I love it." As everyone sat down for breakfast, Garcia snuggled into Y/N's side, taking a happy sip of her coffee. A whole weekend with her team, her perfect girlfriend, and zero interruptions?

Life was so good.

sorry new here do u post on Ao3 aswell or just here??

I do indeed post on AO3, my pieces have been a little slow to come out on there recently, but it's under my name, Wylix.

I mostly write Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau x Reader, I have a series called The Ghost! :)

I also dabble in Penelope Garcia x Reader and other tags like Jennifer Jareau x Reader and Emily Prentiss x Reader!

some more mother Emily stuff please

Maybe y/n is slightly ill

Emily comes home from being on a two week long case and sees them falling asleep while folding laundry and taking care of child so Emily decides to take child out to the park or something while y/n get some well needed to rest

Comes back home take care of all the chores puts child to bed

Cuddle up with y/n

Fluffy dovey lovey stuff

Enjoy!

When You Get Home

- - -

The door creaked open just after 5, Emily stepping over the threshold with her go-bag slung over her shoulder. Her suit jacket was folded over her arm, her hair back, and exhaustion clinging to her skin.

Two weeks on a joint task force out of state, too long without her partner, too long without her boys. She shut the door softly, locking it behind her.

The living room was dimly lit by soft afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, there was the faint scent of laundry detergent in the air.

The TV played low in the background, something animated. She heard soft giggles. Then…

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

Twin tornadoes of joy hurtled toward her. Alec and Theo, four years old and chaos personified, each with mismatched socks and superhero t-shirts, collided with her legs and arms in a tackle hug.

Emily bent immediately, her bag falling forgotten to the floor as she knelt and wrapped them up tight. “My boys,” she whispered, kissing their cheeks one after the other.

“I missed you both so much!”

A rustle caught her attention from the couch. Emily’s head turned, and her heart dropped. Y/N Y/L/N, her partner, her best friend, the love of her life, was curled awkwardly at the end of the couch.

A mountain of clothes needing to be folded, their hands sluggish and trembling, their cheeks were flushed with fever, strands of hair stuck to their temple.

They blinked heavily, as though it took effort to stay awake. There were tissues on the coffee table, and a half-drunk mug of tea forgotten beside them.

Y/N smiled weakly, “I… hi, baby,” they rasped. “I was trying to clean up. The boys were running circles all day, and laundry kept piling up…”

Emily crossed the room in seconds. She knelt next to her partner, brushing the damp hair from Y/N’s forehead. “You’re sick, love,” she said gently, “Why didn’t you call your mom to help?”

Y/N gave her a sheepish shrug, “Didn’t wanna bother her. You were gone. I thought I could manage. I’m okay, just… just tired.”

Emily pressed a kiss to their forehead, already feeling the heat radiating from their skin. “Y/N. You are allowed to rest. Let me take over now, okay?”

“But the laundry-”

“I’ve got it,” Emily promised, “All of it. Right now, you’re going to bed.” Y/N blinked hard, lips trembling like she might argue, but Emily was already helping her stand.

Y/N leaned into her with a sigh, whispering a soft, tiny, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Emily murmured, wrapping her arm around them, “You’ve done everything… let me do the rest.”

Once Y/N was tucked beneath the blankets, humidifier humming, fever medicine given and a cool cloth set on her forehead, Emily turned back to the living room where the twins were currently scaling the couch like a mountain.

“Boys,” she called gently, “how about we go on an adventure?” Both heads whipped toward her. “A park adventure?!” Theo asked, his eyes wide.

“Maybe even… ice cream?” Emily grinned, her smile ear to ear. Alex gasped, “Mommy, you just got home! We can really go?”

“We really can. But only if you help me put on your shoes.”

- - -

Within minutes, Emily was carrying a small backpack with snacks, wipes, and water bottles, her old BAU instincts turning domestic.

The twins were bundled in light jackets, and they set off, hand on hand toward the neighbourhood park.

They laughed on the swings, raced across the grass and climbed the jungle gym while Emily stood beneath it like a bodyguard.

“Good job!” and “Feet first, Theo!” would scream every few minutes as she watched them with a smile.

Afterward, when the boys were tired, they sat in the sun, each of them holding a single scoop of chocolate in a cup. Emily wiped their sticky faces and kissed their heads, her heart aching in the best way.

On the walk home, both Alex and Theo started yawning, leading Emily to carrying both on either arm for the last block.

- - -

Once home, Emily gave the twins a bath, using the bubble soap Y/N always bought because it, “smelled like calm.” They splashed, argued about toys, and asked if Y/N was okay.

“They’re resting…” Emily told them, towelling them dry. “And they’ll feel better soon. But they miss you both very much!”

Theo pressed his hand to his heart, “I miss Mama too.” Emily tucked them into their twin beds, kissed their cheeks and read two short books before they drifted off.

Then… laundry. She returned to the pile on the couch, folding small shirts, unmatched socks and tiny pants while a crime documentary played quietly in the background.

It was oddly meditative.

Kitchen next. Dishes were stacked, counters wiped, bottles cleaned and put away. By the time she turned off the last light, the house had gone still.

Emily padded into their bedroom, stripping down to an old t-shirt before crawling into bed beside Y/N. Y/N stirred with a soft breath, “You did everything… didn’t you?”

Emily slid an arm around them, pulling them close, “Just catching up.” Y/N burrowed into Emily’s chest, legs tangling with hers. “Fever still here,” they murmured.

“I know,” Emily whispered, kissing their damp temple, “I’ll be here all night. Holding you through every degree of it… right here…” Y/N sighed as Emily shifted to make sure they were comfortable.

“I missed you,” Y/N said softly. “I missed you too,” Emily returned.

Chapter 14 of Emily’s Anger, we’re almost done! Just one more left!

underrated criminal minds duo

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! 😊

I’ve been asked a few times to do a sick fic with my Ghost Series, but no kind of specific sickness! Anyone want to suggest one? Or request a specific one?

ok so i kind of want you to write a fic with a fart kink

something with BAU female farting in gn readers face while they sniff it please

Sorry to say, that’d be the kind of kink I’d say no to. Sorry! That’d be one of the stories I couldn’t write. But thank you for your request, and I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfil it! 🙂

Super sorry!

Can i PLEASE GET MORE PENELOPE X READER PLZ

grumpy x sunshine

jealousy

smut

fluff

A Drink, A Smile and A Rescue…

Summary: Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Sunshine, Grumpy. Everything!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64107496

Words: 4000

A Drink...

The bar was a chaotic blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulse of music, crowded to the brim with people who seemed to be competing for attention. Every bartender was working at full speed, hands moving in practiced motions, but even they couldn't keep up with the demand. The hum of voices blended into the background, the rhythm of the evening in full swing.

But through it all, Penelope Garcia was tense.

Her eyes were locked on her partner, Y/N Y/L/N, who was standing at the bar waiting for her drink. The sight of Y/N was enough to make Penelope's heart race, but right now, that wasn’t what held her attention. No, what made Penelope’s grip tighten around her glass was the tall, slender blonde who had sidled up beside Y/N like a predator closing in on its prey.

The blonde’s smile was the kind that could melt anyone's resolve, her tattooed arms crossing the bar as she leaned in just a little too close to Y/N. Penelope could almost hear the flirtation in the words exchanged, though she couldn’t quite make them out from this distance. Y/N, seemingly oblivious to the attention, was absently twirling one of her rings on her finger while her other hand rested on the counter, barely acknowledging the blonde's presence.

Penelope’s stomach twisted with a knot of jealousy. It was ridiculous, she knew it was, but it didn’t make the feeling go away.

The bartender, who clearly had a personal vendetta against speed, was still struggling with the orders, and it felt like time had slowed down, each passing second dragging her deeper into the storm of irrational thoughts that swirled inside her mind.

It had been five minutes. Five minutes, and this woman was still here, leaning in a little too closely, smiling a little too brightly. Penelope’s jaw clenched.

JJ, sitting next to her, followed the line of her gaze and smirked. "Garcia… are you glaring at your girlfriend?"

Penelope straightened, forcing herself to meet JJ’s teasing eyes. "No."

The word was clipped, sharper than she intended, but she didn’t care.

JJ raised an eyebrow. "Sure? Because that look says otherwise."

Penelope huffed, trying to sound nonchalant even though her insides were anything but calm. "I’m simply… observing."

Emily, ever the instigator, leaned in with a wicked grin. "You mean you’re watching that blonde woman flirt with Y/N?"

Penelope crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defensive posture that felt more like a shield than anything else. "She’s not flirting with Y/N," she muttered. "She’s trying to. But Y/N is clearly too enamored with me to notice her."

Just then, the blonde laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder like it was a move straight out of a playbook. Y/N barely reacted, her focus remained on the ring on her finger, her face politely blank as she nodded, signaling her lack of interest.

But Penelope’s heart didn’t care. It had taken a dive into an abyss, deeper and deeper, as the blonde continued to linger.

The bartender, in a cruel twist of fate, was still taking his sweet time with Penelope’s drink, making her wonder if she was being punished for some past sin. Meanwhile, the blonde continued her pursuit, leaning even closer now, her smile widening as if she could already taste victory.

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. Y/N wasn’t the type to stray, she knew that. Y/N was the one who kissed her forehead in the mornings, who brought her coffee just the way she liked it, who made her laugh with the simplest jokes. Y/N didn’t need anyone else. Y/N adored her.

But then there was this woman, this tall, tattooed woman with a look that screamed "I’m too cool for you", and what if, just for a second, Y/N thought she might be better suited for someone like her? What if she realized she could have someone effortless and cool instead of… well, Penelope, who wore glittery cat-ear headbands to work and had a collection of bedazzled sweaters that might be considered a crime?

Emily poked her side, pulling her from the spiraling thoughts. "You could just go up there, you know."

"I could," Penelope agreed, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to. "Or… I could stay here and seethe silently."

JJ chuckled, shaking her head at Penelope’s internal battle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bartender slid the tequila sunrise in front of Y/N. Without hesitation, Y/N grabbed the drink, turned, and began making her way back to the booth. Penelope straightened in her seat, pretending to be casual, though she could feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

Y/N's eyes caught hers as she slid into the booth, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Took forever, but here you go, babe."

Penelope raised an eyebrow, pretending to be indifferent. "And did anything… interesting happen while you were up there?"

Y/N blinked, clearly unaware of the silent war raging in Penelope’s mind. "Uh, no? Just waited for your drink."

JJ and Emily exchanged a look, their amusement barely contained.

Penelope stared at Y/N, at how calm and unbothered she was, like nothing had happened. Y/N casually reached for her beer, completely at ease, while Penelope felt like she might explode with the conflicting emotions inside her.

"You didn’t notice that blonde flirting with you?" Penelope asked, her voice incredulous, even though she knew the answer.

Y/N frowned, spinning the ring on her finger as if in thought. "What blonde?"

Penelope groaned and dropped her head onto Y/N's shoulder, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. You are so lucky you’re cute."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Penelope’s head. "Yeah, but only for you."

And just like that, the tension began to ebb away. Penelope was still fighting the flush of jealousy in her chest, but with Y/N here, with Y/N's warmth so close, she was reminded, just for a second, that there was no one else.

- - -

A Smile...

That night had only continued to get louder, the bar buzzing with energy, but Penelope Garcia’s attention was fully focused on her girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N had sensed the tension in Penelope, the subtle way her shoulders had stiffened and the barely concealed irritation in her eyes. Y/N could feel the weight of the unspoken jealousy that lingered between them, and it bothered her. So, when the moment finally arrived, she excused herself from the booth, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor cutting through the laughter of the group.

She gave Penelope a gentle smile as she slid out of the booth. "Come on, babe. Let’s get out of here."

Emily and JJ both looked up at the same time, an eyebrow raised in unison, a grin curling at the corners of their lips.

"Where are you two going?" Emily asked, the teasing tone unmistakable.

Y/N leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I’m going to go ravage my beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, nerdy girlfriend..." Her gaze flicked to Penelope, locking eyes with her, a grin spreading across her face. "I’ll have her back by curfew, mothers."

JJ snorted into her drink. "Yeah, sure you will."

"Absolutely," Y/N confirmed with a wink, her hand reaching down to take Penelope’s, tugging her out of the booth. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, the night is young, and I’ve got a very important mission to attend to."

Penelope blushed, her heart pounding a little faster at the way Y/N's voice softened with affection as she spoke. She let herself be pulled toward the door, her mind already racing ahead to what was waiting for them.

The bar door closed behind them with a soft thud, the cool night air hitting them both in a rush. Y/N's hand tightened around hers as they walked down the sidewalk, her pace quickening as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.

"I swear, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to drag you straight to my penthouse right here and now," Y/N muttered under her breath, struggling to contain herself.

Penelope, her heart thundering in her chest, couldn’t help the excited giggle that bubbled up. "Y/N, we’re in public," she said, though she was having trouble keeping her voice steady.

Y/N shot her a look that was pure, unfiltered desire. "I’m well aware," she said, her voice low and husky. "But the sooner we get to the cab, the sooner I get you alone."

Y/N flagged down a cab, practically pulling Penelope into it before the driver could even ask them where they were headed. "143 Main Street," Y/N barked, her voice urgent but laced with anticipation. Penelope settled back in the seat, trying to play it cool, but the energy between them was undeniable. The cab ride was a blur, each second passing in a haze of heated glances and barely controlled tension.

When they arrived at Y/N's penthouse, Y/N barely waited for the door to close before her hands were on Penelope, guiding her into the apartment with urgency. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound deafening in the silence that followed. Y/N's lips were on Penelope’s in an instant, claiming her mouth with a fierceness that left no room for anything but the overwhelming pull between them.

Penelope’s heart raced as she pulled away for a second, gasping for air. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I—"

But Y/N was already kissing her again, not giving her a chance to finish her thought. It was like Y/N couldn’t contain herself anymore, the weight of the night, of the distance between them, suddenly crashing down. Penelope let out a soft moan into the kiss, her hands threading through Y/N's hair as she melted against her.

"God, you drive me crazy," Y/N murmured between kisses, her hands roaming, pulling Penelope closer, desperate for more.

Penelope didn’t protest, her own need mirroring Y/N's, her body alive with anticipation. "I love you," she whispered, a confession that felt like it had been building all night.

Y/N froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to look into Penelope’s eyes. Her expression softened, the heat between them flickering into something deeper, more meaningful. "I love you too," she said, voice low and sincere, before her lips found Penelope’s again, and all rational thought went out the window.

The sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the spacious living room. Y/N's hands were warm against Penelope’s back, guiding her through the sleek, modern space with a quiet intensity that matched the energy between them.

Y/N paused, her breath coming in shallow bursts, as she gently turned Penelope to face her. The look on her face was almost predatory, but there was a softness in her eyes, something vulnerable beneath the confident exterior. "You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting this all night," she murmured, voice thick with a longing that made Penelope’s chest tighten with affection and desire.

Penelope reached up to touch her face, her fingers tracing the lines of Y/N's jaw with tenderness, as if grounding herself in the moment. "I know," she whispered back, a small smile curving her lips. "I can feel it."

Before Penelope could say anything else, Y/N's lips were on hers again, more insistent this time, her hands pulling Penelope closer, as if trying to fuse them together. The kiss was deep and fervent, Y/N's breath mingling with Penelope’s as she let herself melt into the heat of it, her pulse racing.

"God, you’re so beautiful," Y/N breathed against Penelope’s lips, her hands sliding down to rest on Penelope’s hips, the touch both grounding and electrifying. "I just—" She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Penelope’s as she tried to catch her breath. "I just want to be with you, all of you, every damn second."

Penelope smiled softly, her hands moving to Y/N's chest, feeling the rapid thud of her heart beneath her fingers. "I’m right here," she whispered, voice full of tenderness. "All yours."

Y/N's eyes darkened with need, but beneath that, Penelope could see the quiet reverence she held for her. She was all too aware of how much Y/N cared for her, how much she was willing to fight for them. But right now, all of that was drowned in the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.

Y/N didn’t waste another moment. She lifted Penelope into her arms, easily carrying her toward the bedroom, the world outside fading away as the door closed behind them with a soft click.

The bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray from their earlier moments, and yet it was the perfect space for them to finally, fully, be together. Y/N gently set Penelope down on the bed, her eyes never leaving her as she crawled over her, the intensity of her gaze making Penelope’s breath hitch.

Penelope ran her hands through Y/N's hair, tugging her down for another kiss, this time slower, more deliberate. It was like they were savoring the moment, every touch, every sigh, every second of connection. Y/N's body pressed against hers, their hearts beating in sync as they moved together, the world beyond the walls of the penthouse no longer existing.

"I’ve got you," Y/N whispered as she kissed a trail down Penelope’s neck, her hands roaming gently over her body, exploring, memorizing every curve, every line. "I’m not going anywhere."

Penelope’s chest tightened, her fingers threading through Y/N's hair, pulling her back up to meet her lips. She could feel her heart racing, her body alive with the intensity of Y/N's touch, and she realized just how much she needed this, how much she needed her.

"I’m not going anywhere either," Penelope breathed, her voice thick with emotion. Then, Y/N moved...

Clothing was tugged and pulled and shed in a mad frenzy. Skin met skin as they undressed each other frantically.

Y/N laid Penelope down gently. Garcia admired Y/N's toned body, flushed and glistening with sweat. Penelope looked up at her with hazy, desire-filled eyes. Y/N's own eyes darkened with lust as she moved down Penelope's body, kissing and nipping her way down.

She caressed and explored every inch of silky skin. "May I... Princess?" Y/N questions, her hands hovering Penelope's body. "I'm all yours, my knight in shining armour.." Garcia smiled. Y/N reaching for Penelope's slick heat, Y/N smirked and dipped a finger inside her. Penelope gasped and spread her legs wider, arching her back.

Y/N circled and stroked Penelope with her fingers, keeping steady eye contact. “God, you feel so damn good,” Y/N hissed. Penelope whimpered softly, hips bucking against Y/N's touch. Moving faster, Y/N built the rhythm, pumping two fingers in and out as she added a third. Penelope's thighs quivered as she wound tighter and tighter.

Y/N leaned down, latching onto a taut nipple while continuing her thrusts with her fingers. "Come for me baby," Y/N purred. Penelope's back arched as she tumbled over the edge, crying out Y/N's name. "Fuck... Y/N.." Garcia's voice broke.

Y/N crawled up and settled between Penelope's sprawled legs. Touched, Penelope looked at her with tender emotions mingled in her heavy gaze. Y/N caught her bottom lip between her teeth hesitantly. "Are you okay? That was... rougher than usual." Penelope's arms snaked around her waist, pulling Y/N closer.

Penelope pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Y/N's collarbone. "I'm okay," she whispered. "Better than okay." Y/N's body relaxed into Penelope's embrace. They held each other close, savoring the intimate connection and quiet moment. Penelope stroked Y/N's hair. "Thank you," they both whispered at the same time, smiling at eachother tiredly.

- - -

A Rescue... (A few days later...)

Y/N Y/L/N was on the verge of losing her mind.

Her job was turning into an endless cycle of frustration, late nights, impossible deadlines, and an assistant who seemed determined to make everything harder instead of easier. Every email, every meeting, every last-minute request was piling on top of her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was drowning.

By the time she stepped into the apartment, she was done.

She barely had the energy to kick off her shoes, let alone deal with the mess in her brain. But then...

"Honeybear?"

Penelope’s voice carried from the living room, warm and familiar, instantly cutting through the haze of stress.

Y/N exhaled slowly, her shoulders loosening just at the sound of her. "Yeah, babe, it’s me."

A second later, Penelope appeared in the doorway, still wearing her cat-print pajama pants and a ridiculously oversized pink sweater that made her look even softer than usual. But her bright, cheerful smile faded the moment she got a good look at Y/N.

"Oh, no," she said, hands immediately going to her hips. "No, no, no. This will not do."

Y/N barely had time to process before Penelope was on her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the couch. "Come here immediately. Doctor Garcia prescribes one mandatory cuddling session, stat."

Y/N let herself be dragged without resistance. She was too tired to fight it, not that she ever wanted to fight Penelope’s affections.

The moment they reached the couch, Penelope flopped down and, without hesitation, yanked Y/N into her lap.

Y/N let out a surprised grunt as she landed, stretched across Penelope’s legs, her head resting against the armrest. "Penny—"

"Shhh," Penelope soothed, already threading her fingers through Y/N's short, messy hair. "Cuddletown is now in session."

And... God, Y/N melted.

She closed her eyes as Penelope’s fingers worked through her hair, gently twisting it into tiny braids. The rhythmic motion, the soft scrape of her nails against Y/N's scalp, it was instant relief. She felt her whole body sag, tension draining from her limbs.

She let her fingers absently trace the patterns on Penelope’s ridiculous sweatpants, following the loops and swirls like she could tether herself to them, to her.

"You wanna talk about it, sweetheart?" Penelope asked, her voice quieter now, softer.

Y/N exhaled, her breath warm against Penelope’s stomach. "I don’t know. Work just… sucks. My assistant is useless, my project keeps getting changed at the last second, and every time I breathe, someone is asking me for a ‘quick favor’ that eats up hours of my time."

Penelope gasped dramatically, one hand flying to her chest. "The audacity of these people. Don’t they know you belong to me after work hours?"

Y/N let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers tightening slightly on Penelope’s hip.

"Seriously, though," Penelope murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's temple, "is there anything I can do? Hack into your company’s payroll? Change your assistant’s employee status to ‘permanently on vacation’?"

Y/N smiled, shaking her head against Penelope’s stomach. "I just need a distraction."

"Ooh! Distractions I can do!" Penelope said brightly, playing with another strand of Y/N's hair. "What do you want? A fun fact? A conspiracy theory? A dramatic retelling of my latest Starbucks order?"

Y/N huffed out a small laugh. "Tell me about work. Any cases coming up? Any crazy tech stuff?"

Penelope perked up immediately, her fingers stilling in Y/N's hair. "Ohhh, now that I can talk about."

She shifted slightly, one hand still lazily braiding as she spoke. "Well, let’s see. We just wrapped up a case in Chicago... total mess, by the way, horrible, but now we’re on standby. Though JJ did mention something about a case possibly brewing in Denver. But the real fun stuff? I’ve been working on upgrading my database. Oh, honeybear, you know how much I love a good database upgrade."

Y/N hummed, eyes closed, letting herself sink deeper into Penelope’s voice.

"I’m talking real next-level indexing," Penelope continued, her excitement bubbling over. "I finally got the new facial recognition software to integrate seamlessly, it took forever, but I cracked it. And don’t even get me started on the algorithm tweaking I had to do to make sure it wasn’t flagging innocent civilians. Absolute nightmare. But! I did it. Because I am a genius."

Y/N smiled against Penelope’s stomach, her fingers lazily tracing the fabric of her sweater now. "Mmm. You are a genius."

"I know, but I love hearing you say it."

Y/N chuckled, tilting her head to nuzzle slightly into Penelope’s warmth.

Penelope kept talking, about cases, about her work, about her database updates. And Y/N let the words wash over her, let them fill the space where stress had lived all day.

Eventually, her breathing evened out, her body completely relaxed, fingers slowing against Penelope’s side.

Penelope smiled down at her, pressing one last soft kiss to her forehead.

"Best distraction ever," Y/N murmured, half-asleep now.

Penelope beamed. "You know it, baby."

The next few days weren’t any easier for Y/N.

Her assistant was still a disaster, her project was still hanging by a thread, and every time she so much as glanced at her inbox, fifty new emails popped up like some kind of cruel joke.

By the time she made it home, her body was screaming for rest, her brain fried from hours of troubleshooting a problem that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

She barely had the energy to shut the door behind her before a voice called out...

"My love! My light! My large, broody hacker extraordinaire!"

Despite everything, Y/N felt the corner of her mouth twitch upward. "Hey, Penny."

Penelope practically skipped out of the kitchen, all bright eyes and warm smiles, her curls bouncing with every step. She had on the same ridiculous cat-print sweatpants as the other night, except this time paired with a t-shirt featuring a cartoon unicorn wielding a sword.

Y/N didn’t even have time to process how much she adored her before Penelope was up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

"Bad day?" she murmured, pulling back just enough to study Y/N's face.

Y/N sighed. "One of the worst."

Penelope hummed, already grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the couch. "C’mon. You know the drill."

Y/N let herself be pulled along without resistance. By now, this was their routine.

She barely had time to sit before Penelope was tugging her back into her lap again, long legs draped over the armrest, head resting against Penelope’s chest.

Y/N groaned as soon as fingers started working through her hair, gentle and familiar. "God, I missed you."

Penelope giggled, her fingers massaging against Y/N's scalp. "Missed me? I’m an experience, baby. I’m a lifestyle."

Y/N let out a breathy chuckle, already feeling the stress ease out of her body. She absently traced patterns against Penelope’s thigh, letting the soft fabric of her sweatpants ground her.

Penelope hummed in satisfaction. "There we go. That’s my girl."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of Penelope’s body, her voice, her touch, all of it wrapping around her like a cocoon.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Y/N huffed, nuzzling into her. "Not really. Just need you."

Penelope grinned, pressing a kiss into Y/N's hair. "Oh, baby, you have me. You always have me."

And for the first time all day, Y/N felt like she could breathe.

‘😂😂’ Right on the money with that one!!