#derekmorqan

[queeraaronhotchner]

jj/william reid

ugh ty bestie 😌

send me a ship or two?

the way they could bond over how they hate reid but tell him they love him out of nowhere just to throw him off every once in a while 🥰

[barbreypilled]

renly baratheon; marge tyrell, satin

1. Margaery heehee I love her sm also in subway au she’s one of those Toronto influencers who does literally exactly nothing but look hot at brunch and I think she and Asha cross paths occasionally because Asha and Willas went to Crippled Child Summer Camp together and Balon and Mace are both former Ivy League freakazoids who ended up in Forest Hill somehow and she’s like ‘wow Ashas so cool and edgy’ and Asha is like ‘haha. 😐yeah. I bet u have been really into celery juice lately’. She’s trying very hard to get into tiktok vlogging but it’s not rly taking off but it’s fine she makes ridiculous money on ig selling random shit. Ppl want to have a reason to dislike her because she’s so agonizingly hot and doesn’t have a job but she’s rly rly sweet it’s not her fault she Just Looks Like That despite eating literal garbage and day drinking constantly

2. Renly has been trying to get Barb to start selling his homemade guac at subway despite it being bad. I think he’s Tris’s immediate superior at Weird Probably Finance Or Something Job That Is In The Financial District In A Building With Exposed Brick And A Basil Box/Freshii/Rolltation Nearby. He loudly and unironically identifies as A Cyclist and he always tries to sell Theon on it ‘yeah it’s a great workout *takes loud sip from water bottle* I feel like a tourist in my own city’ ‘yeah I’m actually not allowed to operate heavy machinery. so’

Every time he goes to a holiday party at someone else’s house he’ll bang on the wall and be like ‘good bones!’

3. Sorry Satin I can’t seem to think of anything for u to do besides commenting on the subway bread. I think he is one of Margaery’s condo-dwelling Brunch Friends

[crimmy]

no bc it actually makes me genuinely so sad that fat girls aren’t pleasing enough to fit your blogs aesthetic. it really is so frustrating seeing blog after blog label these size 00 models as penelope. it just makes it clear that you’re not trying hard enough and would rather just reblog small models because you think they’re more attractive than fat models :/

[hotchseyebrows]

thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

-

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans. 

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs. 

“Explain, baby girl.” 

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down. 

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct. 

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles. 

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him. 

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer. 

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her. 

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns. 

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little. 

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate. 

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different. 

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say. 

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?" 

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?" 

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas." 

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders. 

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat. 

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck. 

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss.  "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway. 

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile. 

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.) 

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

[satchels-and-socks]

The Moment part one: New beginnings

Warnings: language, fluff, self doubt, drunk Penelelope, drunk love confusion, mentions of Cat Adams, and mentions of a case.

Pairings: Morereid (Morgan×Reid) Gayes (Savannah×Penelope)

Summary: after The dirty dozen case was solved and Penelope was safe at Derek's house Spencer and Derek share a moment. Also a drunk Penelope and a helpful Savannah have an epiphany.

There was a chill in the Quantico night air as Spencer and Derek stood outside of Derek's house.

They had just came off of a case that was extremely tough because one of their own was the target.

Penelope Grace Garcia was the target. She was The dirty dozen and was targeted by a group of Hitman.

Derek was looking at the younger man in front of me sighing a little. He could tell what Cat Adams said and did to him earlier was really getting to him and eating him up inside.

The other agent was about ready to say something to Spencer before a very drunk Penelope stumbled out giggling and snorting wearing a black and gray swirled dress.

"Whoa what do we have here?" Derek questioned raising an eyebrow as he put a gentle hand on Penelope's shoulder to steady the drunken blonde.

"I'll tell you what's going on here, what's going on here is it's over. The dirty dozen thing is over finito done. I love you I love you and I should be jealous of you because you're extremely beautiful. But you know what I'm not I'm really not because I'm full of love so much love." Penelope exclaimed as the blonde pointed at Spencer Derek and then turning her attention to Savannah who had come out behind her.

"How much did she have to drink?" Derek pondered raising an eyebrow at Savannah.

"Well she started out with Jager." Savannah giggled out taking a good hold of Penelope so she wouldn't fall over.

"Jager?" Derek question raising an eyebrow

"I mean I got all this love in my heart and I'm wearing too many clothes." The drunken blonde giggled as she pulled on her dress and turning around to stumble back into the house.

"I got this Derek I know there's something that you've been waiting to tell Spencer."Savannah said with a smile as she ran after Penelope.

Derek smiled watching as the two ladies went back into the house and closed the door. Derek takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"Prettyboy I'm so glad that you're alright. I won't lie when Cat Adams had that gun to your head for a moment I was afraid I was going to lose you. I knew I had to think fast on my feet."Derek acknowledge coming closer to Spencer and pulling the younger guy into a very tight bear hug.

Spencer couldn't help but put his nose on Derek's shoulder taking in the familiar smell that was Derek and the smell of his leather jacket. Spencer started to feel himself relaxing a little as Derek finally pulled away after a few moments.

___

Meanwhile inside of Derek's house Penelope and Savannah were sitting on the couch. Savannah had talked Penelope into sipping on some lemon water.

"Oh Penelope you beautiful angel, I have something I've been wanting to tell you pretty much ever since I met you. But if I told you now most likely you wouldn't even remember in the morning." Savannah sighed looking at the blonde who was giving her the sweetest puppy eyes ever.

"Savannah I.. I'll probably remember cause honestly alcohol is like a truth serum and I really meant what I said outside. You are very beautiful." Penelelope slurred out still giving the other puppy eyes.

"Oh, Penelelope I'm so glad you said that my sweet angel and do you want to know why?" Savannah questioned as she wrapped penelelope in a blanket as she sips on her water and tilts her head.

"Yes please tell me but, only if it's something good." Penelelope giggled out smiling and cuddling into her blanket.

"Hmm, it is very good my beautiful signora. I love you Penelope Grace Garcia!" Savannah exclamied smiling as she gave Penelope the gentlest kiss on the lips she has ever given anyone before it felt like silk against Penelope's lips.

"I love you too Savannah Hayes I have ever since I first met you." Penelelope admitted as she kissed Savannah passionately until she ran out of breath the two of them then proceeded to cuddle on the couch.

___

Back outside Spencer was standing in front of the Derek looking at Derek dumbfounded tilting his head.

The younger man wasn't sure what was happening but he kinda liked it. The hug made Spencer feel safe like a security blanket.

"Prettyboy I know about your insecurities when it comes to love and affection." Derek acknowledged softly touching Spencer's cheek softly.

Even though the younger man was confused he melted into the other's gentle touch, it felt like silk against the young man's skin.

"Hmm, I love it when you look all discombobulated. You look so beautiful tonight of course you look beautiful all the time. What I'm trying to say is I like you." Derek hummed softly looking into Spencer's beautiful hazel eyes smiling.

Spencer stood there for a while before speaking he had to gather his thoughts. Then a light bulb went off in his head he knew what Derek was trying to tell him.

"Wait you like me as in you are in love with me?" Spencer questioned excitedly in that little squeaky voice he gets when he likes someone.

Instead of bothering with foolish words Derek cupped Spencer's cheeks and gave him a warm passionate kiss that was softer than melted butter.

Spencer had a big grin on his face like the Cheshire Cat. Spencer kissed Derek until he ran out of breath he put as much passion behind the kiss as he ever did before.

Spencer never loved someone this much before and he knew Derek would never brake his heart on purpose.

That night was the start of two beautiful new relationships.

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@transhotchner @hotchsbabygirl @ssa-hotchner-whipped @moreidsdaughter @hotchseyebrows @drspencerreidshands

@combeferre-the-mothman @spencerreidsmiles @derekmorqan @davidrossiismydad @penemily @i-like-buttons

[antisocialsocialite]

This or That

tagged by @derekmorqan <3

coffee shop or flower shop • alternate universe or fix-it • enemies to lovers or childhood friends • angst or fluff • love at first sight or pining • modern au or historical au • soulmate or unrequited • fake dating or secret dating • breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings • get together or established relationship • oblivious pining or domestic fluff • hurt/comfort or crack • meet the parent or meet cute • time travel or parallel universe

i’ll tag uuuuhhhh (im bad at this aahh who what huh) @appalachianapologies , @megankane , and @mitchmorgan !!!

[abortionado]

Pls tell us which blogs you do daily checks on

this is my list of blogs I check multiple times per week and it doubles as the blunt rotation

@hotchseyebrows

@transhotchner

@blkantigone

@megankane

@derekmorqan

@ssa-tori

@crimmy

@lesbianreids

@dilsdoes

[literateleah]

leah’s 150 mini sleepover!

heyyyy y’all 🥺 i can’t believe a month ago i was doing this for 100 but i appreciate u all so so much! the fact that you’re here in my little echo chamber listening to me means a lot, and i love this lil community we have here :) i wanted to do an easy little sleepover night thing just for fun!! mwah love u so much <3 feel free to send as many asks as u want on or off anon! 

🪢 - i’ll shuffle my music and give u a randomized song (or if u give me a mood/vibe i’ll shuffle those types of playlists)

🧶- (moots) i’ll tell you my first impression of you

🐚- q&a time! ask me anything (within reason) and i’ll talk to y’all

🌟- i’ll give my honest opinion on a topic of your choice! (to the best of my ability)

💡- a quote from one of my poems i’ve been working on recently

or just come in my inbox and rant about your day or tell me something you’re excited about or let me know whatever u wanna get off your chest! i’m here!! i’m listening :)

tagging some moots under the cut! i’m grateful for u every day and u all make me smile :)))

@morcias @morciaa @lushorbits @marv-llous @much-brighter-ink @prentisslove @derekmorqan @rubberpuck @laurenxreynolds @guacas @juliesdahlias @elizabethxolsen @achillesep @queer-rambling @ssajelle @penemily @seavoice

[therealjackhotchner]

wassup guys! @temily @hotchsbabygirl @hotchgans @jemilyology @derekmorqan @dereksprentiss @criminalbaby @criminalmindsvibez @criminalswifts

[unf-kwitable]

thanks for the tag @gaypsyche & @userwhore mwah <3

here is the picrew btw!!

im tagging @derekmorqan @pennygarcias @sunfortune @fanaas @mobei-juns @donghua + anyone else who wants to do it 💘

[t4tmoreid]

@derekmorqan tagged me to do this picrew, ty aj!! 💞✨

just pretend the hair is more of a hot pink 😌💖

tagging @translukealvez @wheelsup @spencersweetie @mousewithpinkshoes @spencerreidat3am @reiding-rainbow @scaryspence @megankane if you wanna do this!!

[hotchseyebrows]

now i scan the sky for snow

a penelope garcia x emily prentiss fic

a/n: my very first fic!! woooooooooooo!! thank you for giving it a read and heres to many more :)))

written to fill the prompt "31 (quiet) + seeing your breath, a ship of your choice" from @derekmorqan (better late than never, eh jay?)

read it here on ao3!!

It's January in Boise and Penelope doesn't have any gloves. But her nails definitely match the monochrome purple look of the day, so can you really blame her?

word count: 1561

“Prentiss, when did Hotch go get the car?” Penelope’s voice is muffled from where she’s blowing hot air into her ungloved hands. 

 

Emily glances at her phone. “It’s only been 2 minutes.” In a practiced dad move, Hotch decided to make the trek through the flurries of snow to the SUV alone, citing Penelope’s tall heels and the potential for black ice in the parking garage, leaving Emily and Penelope standing outside of their Boise hotel. Earlier, Emily and Hotch stayed behind with Penelope to help her pack up stray gear and cords from her set up in the local precinct while the others got a head start on cleaning up their hotel rooms. By the time the trio got back to the hotel themselves, Rossi had already started the drive to the airport with Reid, Morgan, and JJ, all of them happy to be heading home after a rough case. 

Penelope makes a small huff before wrapping both of her arms around her stomach. The puff of air floats upward, creating a small cloud in between them before dissipating. “Why don’t you have gloves anyway, Garcia? It’s January and we’re in the middle of Idaho.”

 

Penelope crinkles her nose a little as she sticks her tongue out at Emily. “But my nails are so cute and gloves would cover them!” She’s right, her nails are a sparkly purple that coordinates well with the sparkly purple beanie on her head and the deep purple lipstick that Emily can’t stop staring at when she talks. 

 

“You forgot them in your bat cave before we got on the jet, huh?”

 

The pink flush on Penelope’s cheeks from the cold turns much more scarlet. “I’m not used to winter prep for a go-bag, let alone maintaining a go-bag at all!”

 

Emily chuckles, privately memorizing the contrast of the rosy flush and her purple lips and how shiny her eyes are behind the large purple hexagon glasses. “Do you want to wait in the lobby?” Surprisingly, Penelope shakes her head even as she visibly shivers underneath her puffy coat.

 

“The snow is so pretty out here. And it’s so quiet, like there’s no one else in the world.” She tilts her head up, eyes closed for a moment as she sticks her tongue to catch some flurries. After a beat, her eyes open and she looks at Emily with joy dancing in her gaze. “Come on Emily, have fun with me.”

 

“I always have fun with you, Penelope,” she says too honestly. Penelope sees something in her face that makes her pause and they stand in silence. The snow falls gently and the puffs of their breath mingle in the space between them.

 

Emily tells herself she’s watching their breath and the snow simultaneously but her eyes remain fixed only on Penelope. Without giving it too much thought, she pulls off her gloves and hands them to her. “Your hands are still shaking,” she says in answer to the silent question in the tilt of Penelope’s head.

 

“But now you’ll be cold.”

 

Emily shrugs. But that isn’t good enough for Penelope, who hands back the left glove before pulling the right one on herself. “Penelope, I don’t need-”

 

“Oh no, I won’t hear it, we can share or you can have them both back.” It’s moments like this that make Emily’s heart skip a few beats. Penelope’s effortless kindness is currently a stubborn glint in her eyes and Emily knows better than to argue. She makes a small production out of acquiescing, pulling the glove on with a dramatic sigh. Penelope laughs, the sound bright and warm as it bounces through the cold quiet air. It’s the best sound in the world.

 

Emily can’t help but smile in response. Snow is lightly covering the puffy sleeves of Penelope’s coat and creating its own set of sparkles on the purple beanie. She uses the gloved hand to brush the shoulders clean. Penelope’s gaze on her face is a warm and tangible thing somehow, and suddenly her face feels incredibly hot. Her hand comes to a rest, lightly gripping her upper arm. “Um. Is your- is your other hand still cold?”

 

Penelope nods. Emily nods back, flexing her own ungloved hand. She extends it palm up towards Penelope. “For warmth,” Emily says, voice not as shaky as she feels all of a sudden.

 

Penelope blinks twice, before slipping her hand into Emily’s without a word. They both stare at their joined hands until Penelope twists her hand, interlocking their fingers. Emily’s whole arm crackles with a low flame, warmth billowing up the limb and spreading through her torso. In pursuit of that warmth, Emily takes a step closer. The only sound she can hear is the mixed sounds of their breathing. She glances down to watch the breath leave Penelope’s purple lips into the cold air and can’t tear her eyes away. Penelope’s fingers twitch and then tighten in Emily’s grip. Glancing up to take in her whole face, Emily is sucked in by the openness of her expression- the way the cold has made her glow, the way her eyes are gazing back into Emily’s with softness and hesitation all at once, the way the warmth of her exhales slightly fog up her glasses, the way snowflakes land on her eyelashes and her nose and her hair and the swell of her cheeks and slowly become beads of water- and opens her own mouth because she has to say something, right?

 

“Penelope, I-”

 

Just then, Hotch pulls up next to them. The hum of the engine is like a crack in the perfect stillness of the moment and Emily jumps back slightly from the surprise. Their hands, still entangled, drop out of his line of sight. Penelope circles her thumb on Emily’s skin once, twice, and then a third time before letting go. Emily shivers, but she knows this time it isn’t from the cold.

 

Hotch gets out of the car to help with the bags, and Emily manages to fully tear her attention away from Penelope. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she sees it has been a little longer than she would have expected, even accounting for the car being on the 4th floor of the parking garage and the elevator being completely out of order.

 

“What took you so long, Hotch?” She’s half joking, mostly looking to listen to something over her own pounding heart. But he blushes in response, a similar color to Penelope’s pretty flush from slight embarrassment just minutes earlier. It makes her stop and really look at him. He’s limping the tiniest bit, and the back of his coat looks slightly damp. Emily bites her lip, debating if she should say something more. Penelope, however, has no such debate.

 

“Oh! Bossman! Did you fall?” She waddles over on her heels, careful not to slip herself. “Are you ok?”

 

He clears his throat before leaning down and picking up the two largest of their bags. “I’m fine.” The signature Hotch glare is back in full force, but she knows he’s a little embarrassed. His cheeks haven’t lost all of the red flush yet and he won’t quite meet their eyes. Instead, he stows the suitcases in the back of the SUV before grabbing two more. 

 

They glance at each other, attempting to hide a smile. He notices, because of course he does, but that just sends them both into actual laughter. After a moment, he starts to laugh too. They all climb into the car, Emily holding the passenger seat door open for Penelope and offering a hand (that is very enthusiastically taken) to help her into the car. As he puts the car in drive and the laughter fully dies out, he says “I told you I was worried about black ice.”

 

It makes Penelope laugh all over again, but Emily just watches her from her seat behind Hotch. Her beanie is still firmly on her head and the remaining bits of snow all over her are melting in the heat from the car. Emily flexes her ungloved hand again, arm still feeling tingly. Penelope sees her do it in the rearview mirror, and blushes again. Their eyes meet, and they share soft secretive smiles. If Derek hasn’t saved Penelope a seat and if Spencer isn’t taking up the whole couch again, maybe I’ll try to discreetly sit next to her on the couch. Just in case her hands are still cold. 

 

Penelope only breaks their stare when Hotch asks her something about some budget maneuvering for new computer nonsense. She responds to him with her signature enthusiasm, and Emily settles back into her seat, knowing this conversation will probably last until they get to the airport. She’s content to only half listen and instead enjoy watching Penelope be incredibly smart and passionate. She keeps glancing back at her in the rearview mirror, but Emily doesn’t mind that Penelope knows she’s staring. Her mind drifts off as she watches Penelope’s mouth move as she speaks. She thinks about how close she was doing something reckless. She’s still close to doing something reckless if she’s being completely honest. Somehow though, she doesn’t think she’s the only one. The snow is still falling, and it’s still the middle of winter in Idaho. Yet, Emily Prentiss has never felt so warm.

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no one tagged me but heres 9 selfies from this year im tag @angeryginger @fraudulentzodiac @derekmorqan @medric @pikachupirate and whoever else wanna do it

[gothwyfe]

tagged by @lizziechase ur gonna star in a movie w the last person saved in ur camera roll and the last song u listened to

micheal bublè in renown christmas film “she doesnt get it” inchresting

tagging @theanayalator @derekmorqan @jordantodds and whoever else wants to LMFAO

[hotchedyke]

@derekmorqan tagged me in a picrew 🥺

just pretend the hair is a brighter pink hekshd

im gonna tag @spencehotchner @dralexreid @megankane @softhairedhotch if yall want

[abortionado]

Figure skater Spencer is good for couple reasons but Spence in one of those little outfits tops them all

RIGHT 🥺

I would cry

@derekmorqan