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Garica x reader - special

I'm not sure how often I'll allowed to request, but could you do Garcia x reader? Strong minded and gritty reader that only listens to Garcia or if she asks anything of the reader - @fangedreject 💜

Sitting on your desk, you were reading through some of your papers when you felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked up.

“Don’t sit on your desk I’ve told you this.” Hotch sighed.

“My desk, therefore Hotch, my ass may sit wherever it wants.”

He sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you.

“And it’s not professional.”

“Neither is the fact that I’m wearing a hoodie but here we are boss man, my ass wishes to sit on the desk.”

Hotch just nodded and walked away and you went back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone walking over and you smiled, setting the paper aside.

“Penny.” You smiled.

“You know you’re not supposed to be sat there.” Garcia scolded.

You hummed a little, propping your foot on your chair and you rested your arm on it as you leant forward a little bit.

“Are you telling me to move?” You whispered.

Garica gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes please!”

Putting your foot down, you slid from the desk and put your chair back the way it was supposed to be.

“Thank you my lovely.”

Garica kissed your cheek and you wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you looked at your watch.

“Lunch time, I’m buying let’s go.”

“Oh yay! Can I choose where we go?”

“Of course you can.”

Hotch watched as you and Garica walked away and he turned to everyone else who had just walked into the bullpen.

“How does she do it?” He asked confused.

“Do what?” Rossi asked.

“Get (Y/N) to listen, they don’t listen to anything we say.”

They all looked to where you and Garica had walked and they all shrugged a little bit.

You and Garcia came back, and you set your coffee on the table and turned to look at her, handing her the bag you were holding.

“Your belongings.”

“Thank you (Y/N)!” She chirped.

She kissed your cheek again and started to walking away before she stopped and walked back over.

“Hoodie.”

“Hm, I suppose I can live without it.”

You pulled your hoodie off and handed it over to her and she beamed brightly at you.

“I expect that back Miss Garica, I will be coming for it later.”

“And it’ll be safely stored away in my office!”

With that she walked away again and you sat down, taking a sip from your coffee as you pulled some things over to you.

“Do we have to be sweet to you like that?” Emily asked.

You looked up, kicking your feet up on your desk.

“What?”

“You always do whatever she says. If we kiss your cheek will you do that for us?” Derek smirked.

He walked over and you pointed at him making him stop.

“Try it and I’ll drop you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened or what hear it is Derek Morgan.”

He whistled, raising his hands a little as he took a few steps back away from you.

“What’s the secret, what’s does Garcia have we don’t?” Rossi asked.

The whole team stood around you, and you looked at them idly.

“Maybe it’s something to do with how she’s talks to them?” Reid asked.

“No I’ve tried that, didn’t work and then they took my coffee and drank it all.” JJ said.

You nodded your head as you rested your hands behind your hand.

“Maybe it’s something Garcia does?” Hotch asked.

“Keep guessing, you’ll be there all day. I’ve got a meeting so have fun.”

With that, you grabbed your cup, some files and left them all stood there still trying to figure out how she did it.

Nothing they came up with made any sense, so they decided to go to Garcia and ask her directly how she managed it.

“Why does (Y/N) listen to you?” Emily asked her.

Garcia turned around and looked at everyone stood in the doorway of her office.

“You know I’m not sure, I did once ask but they never told me.”

“Come on babygirl, you can tell us. Please?” Derek grinned.

Garcia shrugged a little.

“Sorry lovely, I really don’t know.”

They kept pestering her, even when she went to get a new drinks they kept asking and she kept telling them she had no idea.

Because she really didn’t.

She had absolutely no idea why you listened to her and not them, why you were so different with her but not them.

“Guys please, I really don’t know.”

You walked into the kitchen and set your files on the table and walked over, taking over making her drink as you grabbed a clean cup to make your own.

“Can you make us a drink?” Rossi asked.

“You’ve got arms make your own.”

You handed Garcia her cup and picked up your own, tapping her forehead with your finger as you grabbed your files.

“There you go angel.”

You turned to the rest of the team and narrowed your eyes at them all.

“Stop pestering her. First and only warning.”

With that you walked away again.

“I don’t get it!” Emily huffed.

They all laughed at her and turned to watch you sit down at your desk and kick your feet up again as you grabbed your phone.

You were a great agent, you were good at what you did, but you really were a mystery to them all and they couldn’t figure you out but they still trusted you with their lives because they know you had their backs.

But they needed to know why Garcia was so special

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NOT REQUESTED

penelope garcia x stud!reader

primarily penelope and the reader. introduces the team at the end, only mentions hotch, derek and jj by name. brief mention of kevin.

Starting your first day at the BAU, you find yourself trapped in the elevator for hours with a beautiful woman that you can't stop yourself from being attracted to.

Pure Fluff.

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. No use of Y/N.

2K WORDS.

"Hold it!" You hear as you step into the elevator. You turn, your back facing the back wall of the elevator. You almost don't hold it, but then, she calls again, "Hold the elevator, please!" 

And, that's when your eyes zero in on her. She's a stand out, if you've ever seen one. Colorful and bright as ever, she reminds you of both a sunshine and a rainbow after a rainy day. You reach out, catching the elevator doors before they could close, willing them to react to you and open up. Her heels clack louder as she puts a pep in her step to catch up, thanking you her entire way there. You don't let go or step back until she makes it into the elevator. She thanks you once again, and you assure her thanks isn't necessary. She turns to you, really, turns to you. 

"I don't think I've ever seen you before," she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake, "Penelope Garcia. My friends call me Garcia. 

You shake her hand as you introduce yourself to her and smirk, "Are you saying you want to be my friend?" 

Garcia smiles and her entire face lights up when she does, "Well, I'm always open to making new friends." 

"Where are you headed to?" You ask. 

"I am going to the BAU." 

Well, this must be fate of sorts. Either that or it was the kindest of coincidences. You were happy for it, regardless. This was your first day training for the reopening of the liasion position. You had been hoping that you would meet someone kind to help you transition into the new job. Your smile overtakes you. 

"Same." 

Penelope looks at you again, like really. Your name bouncing between her ears as she tries to place you. If you were headed there, surely she must have at least heard of you. She knows about all the changes to the unit. Well, the ones that aren't impromtu, anyway. Sometimes, Hotch makes a quick decision that doesn't go all the way through proper channels until after the decision has been made. But, other than that, she knows about it. And, then, it dawns on her. 

"Oh, OH! You're our new liasion!" She puts together, and you nod. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to pay closer attention to BAU pres conferences, now." She says, eyes trailing you from head to toe. Not onces but twice. 

"Ms. Garcia," you say, turning fully to face her, leaning in just a little, "you coming onto me?" 

Her face goes beet red as she giggles, eyes twinkling under her glasses. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, the elevator does a psuedo drop before halting completely. It goes dark for a moment, and then the emergency lights come back on. When the lights come back on, the two of you see each other hugging your own corner of the elevator. You kind of fucking hate elavators. 

"Please, tell me this doesn't happen often," you say, breaking the ice. She just shakes her head as she tries to get a handle of her breathing. "It can't be like this for long, can it?" You ask, trying to soothe yourself. She ignores you, still trying to get her breathing under control so she can soothe herself. It takes a lot of mental strength for you to push yourself out of your corner and into hers. You wrap your arms around her, gently, when you cross over and ease the two of you down to the floor. You place her hand on your stomach and model slow deep breaths for her to mimick. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to the moment, but it does. She follows your league until it works, and she's relaxed a bit. Relaxed enough so that her breathing isn't a source of worry. You give her a gentle smile, then, "No worries. I'm going to just call my new boss and tell him where we are." 

"Good idea, call Hotch." She says, watching as you retrieve your phone from your pocket. Your face drops and so does her heart. Frowning she asks, a little frantic, "What is it? What's wrong?" 

"I don't have service," you mutter, restarting your phone, hoping for it to not be the case. But it is, and you mutter again, "I don't have service." 

She retrieves her own phone from her purse, heart dropping further, "Neither do I." 

You takes a deep breath. You don't know Penelope that well, but you are fairly certain that if you lose your shit, she's going to lose hers. So, you can't. Even though, you want to cry a little. Even though, you are terrified that this metal coffin will become you guys' final resting place. You force yourself to be optimistic, though, for both of your sakes. 

"Okay, it's fine. They'll notice we aren't here, and the generators will start working, and we'll be out of hear in no time." 

No time, has turned into four hours, and it's killing you to not know just how long you're going to be stuck here. But, you guys have found a way to not just pass the time but to keep each other sane. The ultimate question game. Where you combine this or that, would you rather, one must go, where do you stand?, and fact or fiction with the general questions game. It was lighthearted, helped you get to know your coworker, who was becoming forbidden fruit as your attraction started to grow, and most importantly, it kept your mind off the whole being trapping in a floating metal coffin thing. 

"Wine or beer?" She asks. 

"Wine," you say without a second thought. "Would you rather walk a mile of hot coals or swim across a lake of razors and lemon juice?" 

She laughs through a scoff, jaw dropping just so, "What a sadistic question." You shrug, pleased with the dilemna you've created. "You answer," she insists. 

"You can't turn it back around on me," you remind her, "We agreed. It's against the rules." 

She huffs, "I really hate the mile of hot coals, but I am not the strongest swimmer. So, I don't really have a choice, do I?" You shake your head. She huffs, "So, what made you want to join the BAU?" 

"Well, I've always been intrigued by how much the media can sway and swing things. How it can speak to the public and change the way they think, how it can send messages to people, to reach people exactly the way it needed to be reach. So, I worked behind the season, helping to produce a national news show. We reported on a lot, from crime to celebrity scandal to politics. The works. But, some of the messages we were sending, how they were reaching people, it just," you shrugged, "I wasn't happy with what I was doing. I saw first hand how dangerous it could be when the intention wasn't solely to help, and I felt sleazy all the time. So, I changed careers. I wanted to better serve the public. Then, they reopened this position, and I had to apply." 

Penelope smirk, curiousity taking over her as she was geared up to break another rule. "What channel did you work for?" 

"No, it's my turn." You remind her, playfully swatting her thigh, "Stop breaking the rules." 

"You know, I was hoping the first time you spanked would be somewhere more private, but I'll take it." 

You play along, "I mean, can it get any more private that this?" 

There's this brief change in her eyes. Almost lustful, but it is so fleeting. You've seen it before, though. It's happened of the last few hours. She looks away, but you keep your eyes on her. 

"Ask your question." 

You don't know why you don't stop yourself from asking this but, "Do you date women?" 

"Are you asking for a friend?" She asks, looking back at you. 

"Nope, just me." 

She blushes, looking away again, trying to see if this moment is real or if maybe she hit her head when the elevator jumped. She does that a lot. Every time the temperature rises between the two of you, she looks away. It's probably the smart thing to do. Trying to break the fever in the air. She is forbidden fruit, after all. You hate to shit where you eat, but you can't remember the last time you were quite this tempted. Especially in a situation like this with absolutely no prying eyes. With little to nothing to remind you that interoffice romance was a bad idea. And, everything just fueling this attraction you feel towards her. You do something bold. A gentle pair of fingers on her chin, pulling her face back to yours. 

"Answer my question." You demand, softly, even though, you are fairly certain you know the answer. 

"I do, actually," she answers, and you smile like you've just won a prize. 

"Your turn." 

"Aren't you a little young to be asking about my dating preferences?" 

You snort out a chuckle, having been with your fair share of older women. If you were being perfectly honest, the youngest woman you had ever been with -- at all -- was seven years your senior. Beyond that, though, you were grown. 

"I'm old enough to be starting my second career, and be something of a veteran at my old one," is your answer. Though, to be fair, you went to college early. Finished early, too, and you were the youngest producer on your staff but a decent margin. Always ahead of the curve you were, but it didn't take away from the truth of your statement. Or, the implication. You were old enough to know what you liked. You were old enough to be her colleague. You were old enough to be her equal. 

"Your turn." She says, because touche. 

"Are you seeing someone right now?" 

"Nothing serious," she answers, "You?" 

You shake your head, "Nothing at all." 

She smiles, then. You, in her mind, were also something of forbidden fruit. She wasn't opposed to dating a techincal coworker. Obviously, Kevin, but someone in her unit? She couldn't let herself go there. She wouldn't. She didn't want to risk the fallout. Especially not with you. You were so new here; she didn't want to taint your experience with relationship drama. Even if you were the sexiest thing to walk into this building since Derek Morgan. Still, it made her happy to know that her future fantasies didn't have to contend with another. She was mildly selfish that way. 

She was about to respond when the regular lights came on, and the emergency lights when off. Not long after, the lights came back on, the doors opened, and the two of you come face to face with six concerned faces. You stand, hasitly, helping her to her feet the moment you were on yours. 

A blonde comes forward, wrapping her arms around Penelope, holding her for a moment. When she releases her, Penelope gives brief hugs to everyone else, until she reaches a bigger guy. Real buff and pretty, like a model. He hugs her as tight and as long as the blonde had. When he releases her, she merely smiles at the man you know to be Aaron Hotchner. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yes! I am perfectly fine," She says, "Thanks to this lovely human," she says, reaching back for you, "I found our new liaison." She tells the group. You smile and wave, introducing yourself. They all introduce themselves to you. "If it wasn't for her, I would have lost my mind in there." 

Derek makes sure to shake your hand, "Thank you for taking care of her." 

Your eyes settle on her, and you try to contain your smile. Your eyes give you away, though, as you say, "Always," before Hotch connects you with JJ. You recongized her before she even introduced herself. You'd seen her conferences online before. Her older ones. Hotch informs you that she's going to be shadowing and training you for the next couple of weeks while you find your footing, and that your first case is today. You link up with JJ as the team and Penelope separate. When you turn to glance back at her, you find her looking back at you. You smile at each other, already missing the private bubble the two of you shared. 

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𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁: Lending the Other Their Coat w/ Penelope Garcia

a/n: well, this is embarrassing. i don't know what's been going on but it's just like, i've been so tired recently and i was so excited for this challenge :`] after ficmas is over, i may take a break, or just post leisurely than every single day so the quality of my content is what you followed me for! :]

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Much to your defense, it wasn't your fault that it had begun to snow.

Yes, it was cold early in the morning, almost making it impossible to separate yourself from the woman that you were lying next to. As she got dressed you put on something light but warm, the woman going all out with a big wool sweatshirt. You told her she had looked ridiculous, almost like a pillow as your arrived at work together, but now, you weren't so sure that she was as ridiculous as she seemed.

You had sheepishly waddled into Penelope's den, a nervous smile on your face as you enveloped her in your arms.

"Well, hello to you too, sweetness." She giggled, hugging you back as you basked in her warmth. You were sure that she heard the satisfied sigh that you had let out as your head rested on her chest. "I'm so cold, Pen." You whined childishly against her. "I told you it was going to get colder. You should have just matched with me." She sighed in fake disappointment. She would give you anything that you wanted, even if that meant sacrificing her favorite winter article of clothing to make sure that she kept her girlfriend all warm and snuggly.

"Here," She said as she stripped the thick thing off of her. "But it's snowing and we're about to leave." She just shrugged. You must admit that she was already wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath it that could do her some good. She just shrugged, mentioning for you to lift your arms as she pulled it over your head and onto your fuller form. The one good thing about you and Penelope being almost the same size — despite you being bigger than her — was that she always upped her sizes of clothing just so you could wear them as well.

"It's okay, I run cold blooded anyways."

She also just wanted to see you in her clothes.

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Flowers for your, Girlfriend? Penelope x GN!Reader

Just some fluff to cheer y'all up as most of us are burned out and ready for summer break (In my case I have to wait till next Thursday)

You walk into the office with flowers, you thought you were alone in the office but it turns out that, that wasn't the case. you start walking towards Penelope's office. you are smiling from ear to ear. you walk past the small kitchen/coffee station in the office and are stopped in your tracks. you back up a bit to see Aaron Hotchner there, looking at you, in a questioning gaze. "Who are those for?" he asks you. you start to panic, you don't know what to say. "Y/N? Who are those for?" he gives you a look of wonder. "Penelope..." you say softly, almost inaudible. "Who?" he asked again. "Penelope!" you say louder, still embarrassed due to the fact that your boss just caught you bringing in flowers for your girlfriend. 'although,' you thought, ' he doesn't know that she is my girlfriend, I could say they are out of courtesy' you start to feel better. "I just thought she could use some to cheer her up seeing as she hates to look over our cases especially if they are quite gruesome." he looks at you, squinting his eyes. THATS when you begin to panic. 'what is he finds out? Would he tell us to break up because we are co-workers?' you are panicking more, so you just look at the flowers to help calm you down. you can feel his eyes on you. "Ok" he says taking a sip of his coffee. As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. you calm yourself down and start walking towards Penelope's office. You open the door and place the flowers right in front of her monitors. you turn and search for a pad of paper and a pen. you open a couple of drawers and find a pen and a sticky note pad. you write on the sticky note, "For you, my lovebird" you place the sticky note right in front of the vase. you walk out of there, smiling. you head to your desk to get some work done. around an hour later, the rest of the team starts filing in the door laughing and a couple having coffee cups. you smile and you see Penelope come in the door and get even happier. she looks straight at you and smiles, blushing a bit. the other team members notice y'all staring gat each other and smiling. they start "ooh"-ing and you and Penelope start blushing more, Penelope lightly hitting them telling them to stop. you think to yourself, 'how did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like her?'

you wait after work for her to leave her office. you are standing there, looking at all the portraits on the wall. you hear the door open and turn to see Penelope holding the flowers you gave her that morning. you smile and take her hand and kiss the back of her hand. she smiles, giggling. you hold her hand, intertwining your fingers and start walking towards the elevator. you suddenly hear foot steps behind you and quickly let go of Penelope's hand, giving her a look of 'someone is coming up behind us.'. Aaron greets you guys "good evening you guys." he says in his usual tone. all three of you get in the elevator as the doors open. you three are standing there, being awkward. Hotch says something first. "I know you guys are dating, and I'm ok with it." you and Penelope both let out a breath you guys didn't notice you were holding. "Thank god, I'm sorry Hotch, we didn't mean to keep it from you. we just didn't know how to bring it up." you say apologetically. "yea! and we didn't know how you or the rest of the team would react. we are sorry sir.." Penelope adds, looking down. she grabs your hand and intertwines y'all's fingers. "Its ok. Don't worry about it anymore" he says, giving you guys a small smile. The elevator reaches its destination and y'all walk out and out of the building, say your "Good Night's" and such. You and Penelope walk to your car. Y'all get in the car and get situated. you grab Penelope's hand and hold it. You lean in for a kiss, and Penelope closes the gap. You can taste her Strawberry flavored Chapstick. "I love you my lovebird" you say. "I love you too my sugar cube" she says in response. You both smile and head home. you both agree, that was a good day, and that y'all should tell the rest of the team.

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Slick Tongue - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!reader Warnings: SMUT! (18+), oral [f rec], non-con voyeurism? (the team listens in), dryhumping, squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, begging, HANDS, multiple orgasms, fluff! Summary: Instead of going out with the team for drinks after a stressful week, the only thing he wants to do is bury his head between your thighs. Notes: a gay and a lesbian attempted to write straight smut: this is that attempt. there is a significant lack of munch!spencer content on here and I am willing to attempt to fix that very serious problem. this is literally just 3k words of Spencer being a munch, enjoy! :]

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“Reid, are you sure you don't wanna come out with us? I mean, after the last few days we all deserve a little fun time!” the grainy voice of Garcia speaks through the phone as Spencer makes his way into your shared apartment. Spencer chuckles and the ruffle of him taking his coat and shoes off can be heard on Penelope's side of the line. Spencer sets his bag on his desk on the way to your bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. “As much as I would like to spend more time with you guys, I have other things I need to atten- …”

You’re lying on your side of the bed, undressed except for the navy blue lingerie set Spencer bought for you in LA when the team flew there for a case, and one of his button up work shirts. This one is light blue and it complements the navy blue of your lacy bra and thong peeking out through the half-unbuttoned shirt. You look up from the book you have in your hand, and smile as you sip your red wine, and then place the glass on the bedside table. Spencer is just standing in the doorway and manages to get out a breathy “Hi,” before Garcia seems to snap him out of the trance he's in. He blinks a few times and looks around for a second before remembering where his coworkers' voice is coming from.

“Reid? Reiddddd??? Are you still there?” She says as he lifts the phone back to his ear. “What? Yeah, I’m still here. What- what is it?”

You giggle at him. Despite being one of the smartest people in the BAU, all of his concentration and genius goes out the window when it comes to you, it seems. Spencer can tell Garica is saying something to him, but he can’t really tell what it is that she’s talking about. “Hey, Garcia- I’m- um I’ve got to go- no it's- nothing wrong! I just have to- I- I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun at.. wherever- bye.” He stammers out quickly, and shuts off his phone and throws it onto the bedside table as he makes his way over to the bed.

It seems in Spencer's delusional state of mind, clouded by the nakedness of his girlfriend, he has forgotten that when you turn your phone off, the call you are on does not automatically hang up, unknowingly leaving Garcia and the rest of the team to listen in on the escapades that follow:

“Hi, baby,” You greet him happily as Spencer reaches your side of the bed and leans down to place a passionate kiss on your lips. “God, I missed you,” he mumbles into your mouth and you smile and hum in agreement into the kiss, running your fingers through his soft fluffy hair.

His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, placing kisses along the edge of your face to your ear, and then down to your neck where he begins marking you up. You giggle happily as he works on his task.

He pulls away from the kiss momentarily to run his eyes over your body once more. You look absolutely delectable in this set, it's one of his favorites. He bites his lip and runs his hands over your sides and down to your hips. He leans back in to kiss you all while he makes quick work of your bra, unclasping the back and pulling it off as you work on taking off your shirt, it falls off of your shoulders gently revealing your gorgeous bare tits.

You bite your lip and the blush from your cheeks makes its way down the rest of your body, and Spencer groans at the sight of you. “Fuck, you look so good, baby… but in order for me to have any fun, these need to come off…” He says darkly, as his pointer finger slips its way under the strap of your thong and he places kisses along your collarbone.

You gasp as he grips your hips and slides you to the edge of the bed, dropping down to his knees immediately, and making quick work of taking his own shirt off, leaving him in only his work pants. You let him pull your panties down your thighs and off your legs slowly, already panting hard as he watches you open your pretty legs for him, giving him the perfect view of your tiny bare pussy and completely naked body.

“Fuck…” he says breathily as he licks his lips, obviously salivating. “Please baby…I wanna taste you so bad… been thinking about it for days…” He begs on his knees, and you moan at his words. He looks exhausted but eager, and that combination of things usually only means one thing; "Bad day?" you ask as he grabs the underside of your left thigh and places it over his shoulder, "Terrible."

You lace your fingers through his soft hair, and watch as he closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side to give the inside of your thigh an open-mouth kiss.

"Mmmm.. I’m sorry work was bad baby…Y'can tell me everything after you make me cum, yeah?" and then he's groaning, "Fuck yes," nodding his head and sighing happily, before surging forwards and lapping at your cunt as if its the one thing he wanted to do all day.

Immediately your hips arch off of the bed as his lips press against your folds. "Fuck, Spence," you gasp, he parts his lips before dragging his tongue up your centre, circling the tip around your clit, "oh my god," you moan, fingers tangling into his hair to hold him there. This spurs Spencer on further, his body pushes further between your legs, his hands holding your legs apart while he starts to moan into you. “Tastes so fucking good, baby.” He mutters and licks his lips, before licking at your clit softly.

Your view is obscene. Spencer's large veiny hands are gripping your plush thighs, making his arms muscles flex as he holds them open. His gorgeous sharp jaw moves in a steady rhythm, his long hair falling in front of his face as his dark eyes look up at you, completely focused on pleasing you.

Your body feels like it’s on fire. It feels like too much and not enough at the same time. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back as his tongue runs over your pussy over and over again. “Fuck! Spencer, that feels so good!” You gasp out. You can feel his smile against you as Spencer sucks hard on your clit, vulgar noises fill the room as he leans into you, one hand around your hip holding you down and the other pressing against your abdomen. His nose rubs against your clit as he mouths at your opening, and that sends you over the edge. You cum hard and with no warning, letting out a yelp followed by a string of loud moans. Spencer groans against you as he licks you through it, the vibrations just adding to the intensity of your orgasm.

He kisses your thighs when he's done licking up your arousal to help you come down from your sudden high, and then stands to maneuver you onto the bed properly. “You know, the tongue is one of the strongest muscles in the body…and although cunnilingus isn’t the intended purpose of the genioglossus, styloglossus, and hyoglossus muscles, they really do make it easy for me to make you cum.” He speaks as he positions you up against the pillows so you have a clear view of him, and places a pillow underneath your hips to get better leverage. “Speaking of cumming, did you know the average woman can orgasm up 5 times per session? So if you think I’m stopping at one… you must be out of your mind, sugar.” He licks his lips.

Without giving you a chance to reply, he delves back into you, his tongue lapping over you slowly, suckling over your clit which has you shuddering instantly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Suddenly you feel his fingers tease at you, you gasp, then whimper with want, desperate for his long fingers to fill you. Without warning he presses two fingers into you easily with the aid of your cum-slicked opening. His gaze traveling up your body as you cry out and clench around him "fuck, baby, so fucking tight and desperate for me, huh?" Spencer mumbles.

He has you panting and whining whilst throwing your head back in no time. Your nails dig into his scalp, hips grinding slowly against his face and fingers as heat starts to form in the pits of your stomach. His fingers fill and stretch you in the best way possible as he works you open. Your orgasm builds again, embarrassingly fast, thighs shaking, back arching away from the bed while he plays with your body.

"Oh, fuck, i'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, baby" you cry out, letting your thighs close around Spencer's body, you feel him smirk against you as he lifts off you momentarily to mutter out a little “yeah? Gonna cum?”

"Mhm! fuck- Ungh- oh god!" you choke out in between your moans, stomach clenching underneath his hand as he doubles down, fingers speeding up slightly and his own moans sending vibrating pleasure straight up your body, "th- fuck, there, stay there,” he makes you babble, gripping his hair as you keep him where you need him. Spencer is revelling in the way his motions pull a string of pretty sounds from you; a mix of moans, whines and whimpers because words are failing to express how fucking amazing you feel.

“Doing so good, sugar" He groans, the heel of his hand pressed into your pelvis, the pressure making you clench around him. "So good," he groans as loud moans spill from your open mouth.

Spencer pulls his fingers out of you but before you can protest he's sliding them straight back in at a slightly different angle, hitting the exact spot you need him to. "Please," is all you can manage as the air gets punched from your lungs by a scream when he starts pressing and rubbing hard over it, knowing how close you are to your orgasm.

Your boyfriend watches your stomach tensing and he feels your knees trembling at his sides, your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers and clit pulsing on this tongue as he flattens it against you, “uh huh, come on, baby," he starts, fully aware of what his words do to you. "So close, I know..." He pauses when you interrupt with a high pitched whine, "cmon, cum for me," he finishes, moving his mouth to suck on your clit and curl his fingers inside you, and it sends you over the edge, your back arches away from the mattress, somehow pushing Spencers long, thick fingers into you even further, and you're done for.

Your cunt floods, wetness gushing from you and soaking the sheets beneath you. "Don't stop," you sob.

Spencer moans loudly as he continues his attack on your cunt with his mouth, greedily trying to lick up everything you’re giving him.

This time, he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, keeping a steady rhythm of his fingers and mouth as he attempts to get you to squirt again. You loudly whimper and try to squirm away from his grip and relentless stimulation on your poor, swollen, fucked out pussy, but to no avail. He doesnt let up as he pushes your hips down harder, and all you can do is let out pathetic little cries and whines as he overstimulates you.

“I- I can’t again-” you cry out at him. It's all too much; his fingers inside you, the heel of his hand pressing into your folds, his lips and tongue toying with your clit, his free hand exploring your body, the stimulation is making your brain short circuit. He pulls his mouth away from you for a second, “yes you can. Just one more for me, sugar, yeah?” He pants, and then resumes his work when you let out a broken cry.

Spencer feels like he's harder than he's ever been in his life. The sounds you're making, the way you taste, the way you're trembling under his ministrations just spur him on more. The only thing on his mind is how he wants to make you squirt again, the very thought of it makes him lightheaded as he doubles his efforts.

In your haze of overstimulation, you can feel the bed rocking at a steady pace, and you realize Spencer is humping the bed. The thought of him getting himself off on the sheets below him, because eating you out is something he does for his own pleasure and not yours, goes straight to your core and your hips spasm upwards into his mouth.

“Spencer!” you moan, “I’m gonna- fuck-” one of your hands tangled in his curly locks, a silent plea for him to stay where he is as you grind your hips sporadically against his tongue. “Cum on my face, baby.” You could feel his smirk on you, and how it grew when your hips started to hump his face as he increases his pace.

"Uh huh, cum on my tongue," he hums against you, and that sends you hurtling over the edge for the final time. You come harder than before, you let out a scream as your body shakes and your thighs close around Spencer's head, trapping him there while your entire body spasms, eyes clamped shut.

His thumb presses and flicks against your clit as he eats you, and you're sure you black out, thighs practically vibrating from the intensity as your body releases even more cum than last time.

"Oh my god, baby," you barely hear Spencer over the pounding in your ears as your body continues to convulse and spurt liquid. His fingers move at an inhuman pace, desperately trying to milk as much cum from you as he possibly can, and all you can do is scream. When he is convinced you can't give him anymore, he gives one final lick through your folds and slips his head away from you.

Spencer looks incredible, his hair tousled and messy, the bottom half of his face completely soaked with your slick and his cheeks red as he catches his own breath and licks you off his lips. Gently, he slips his fingers from your body moaning softly to himself when your pussy squelches from the mix of ejaculate and his saliva. Strings of your slick connect his fingers together as he spreads them apart. "Were so fucking good for me,” He moans. Looking right at you, he slides those fingers onto his tongue, lips curling around them as he sucks you off them and hums at the taste, “so fucking good”.

After giving your hip a kiss, he lifts himself off the mattress and heads to the bathroom to wipe his face off and run a bath for the two of you. He comes back to find you still completely fucked out and breathing heavily, your body still twitching. He chuckles at you, completely spent and exhausted. “Want me to carry you, sugar?” he asks softly and you just let out a small ‘mhm’.

He picks you up with ease, holding you up by the bottom of your thighs. one of your arms wraps around his neck and the other grabs his face to kiss him deeply, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. You can't feel his erection against you, but instead a damp spot on the crotch of his pants, which just makes you whine more, hooking your legs around his hips and burying your face in his neck.

He pets your hair and makes his way into the bathroom with you in his arms, placing you into the bath following close behind after making quick work of his remaining clothes. Your back presses against his chest as you both relax in the warm soapy water.

“So, what happened?” You ask in a sleepy mumble as his hands rub up and down your arms methodically. “Hm?” He mutters, burying his nose in your hair. “What happened at work?” You smile up at him, and he just laughs and places a delicate kiss on your lips.

Back at the BAU, Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia, and JJ are still in the bullpen, and not out at the bar. Garica’s phone rests in the center of the roundtable as the entire team stares at it, slack jawed. “Well… now we know how he can talk so much without his jaw hurting.” Rossi says, dumbfounded.

The door to the room opens suddenly, Garcia snatches her phone and hangs up the call, that has now gone silent on Spencer's end, as everyone’s heads snap to Hotch.

“What are you all still doing here?” Hotch asks, receiving five immediate “nothing!”’s as they all scramble to collect their things and rush past him out of the room.

More of my stuff can be found here.

~ Ivy 🪴

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: mentions of being tortured, your partner is killed because of it, your coworkers blaming you for their death, migraines, deaf in one ear, feeling less than by hotch, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Read the request here!

Summary: You're a new transfer to the team without Hotch knowing about it You needed to escape harassment and tragedy from your other job, so Strauss places you as the new techy girl alongside Penelope. Everyone welcomes you with open arms but Hotch, and it's starting to affect your physical health.

Square Filled: guilty conscience for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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This is it. This is the first day of your new career, new life, and hopefully with a new family to call your own. The last one didn’t end up so well for you. You’re hoping to start something new with all new people and a brand-new attitude. You walk into work with your purse slung over your shoulder and enter the bullpen. There are so many people busting their asses, moving about the large area, and doing work at their computers. A black man walks past you with coffee in his hand, and you quickly stop him.

“Hi, where can I find Agent Hotchner?”

“Up the stairs. His office is right in front of it.”

“Thank you,” you smile and walk past him.

Agent Hotchner is sitting in his office looking over one of the files Spencer sent over to him when you knock on the door.

“Come in.” You knock again when you don’t hear anything. “Come in.”

This time you do. Hotch is floored by your beauty when you walk in but he remains stoic. He doesn't want to give away just how beautiful he thinks you are.

“Hi. My name is Y/N. I am here about the technical analyst position available.”

“There is no position available. I’m sorry, you must have the wrong department.”

“You’re Agent Hotchner with the BAU, correct? I was sent here to start with Penelope Garcia.”

“Who sent you?”

“I’m sorry?” you ask when you didn’t hear him speak. You move your right ear closer to him so you can hear better. “Can you repeat that?”

“Who sent you?” he asks more sternly.

“Cheif Strauss.”

Hotch doesn’t say a word and picks up his desk phone to call the Chief. She never told him she would be sending anyone over, and he never requested for a new person to join the team.

“Hello, Agent Hotchner.”

“Chief Strauss. I have Agent Y/N here saying she’s going to be working with our technical analyst. Am I hearing this correctly?”

“Yes, I sent her over there to be transferred.”

“Without talking to me about it?”

“I don’t feel like I have to tell you everything I do. She will be joining your team. I assume you’re perfectly capable of training her?”

“Yes ma’am.” Hotch hangs up and looks at you with a sigh. “The team and I are meeting right now to go over a case. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

You bite your lower lip nervously. You hate coming across as dumb but you really can’t hear what he’s saying when he speaks in a low tone or mumbles.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said you can join us. We’re about to be briefed.”

He gets up and walks out of his office with a hard look on his face. He hates himself for thinking you’re so beautiful when he’s going to be your boss. Dating you or even thinking about dating you is inappropriate, so he’ll try to keep this as professional as possible. You haven’t even started your first day and you’re already off to a bad start. Still, you chalk this up to a rough start and follow him into the briefing room where the rest of the team is at.

“Team, this is Agent Y/N. She will be starting today as a technical analyst that will be working side-by-side with Garica. Y/N, these are Agents Prentiss, Reid, Morgan, Rossi, Jareau, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.”

“What’s your name again?” you ask the blonde and sit next to her.

“Penelope Garcia. You’ll have so much fun working with me. I like to keep it cool in the office,” she smiles.

You can tell you’re gonna get along with her easily.

“Let’s begin,” Hotch says and looks at JJ.

JJ places crime scene pictures on the screen for everyone to see. Some are of a crushed vehicle and others are of victims who have been crushed by a vehicle. Penelope gasps and looks away so she can keep some decency while you look on in curiosity.

“An unsub that kills with his car? I haven’t seen that before,” Emily says.

“Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon which is why they need our help. There have been two victims in the last twelve days. The first victim is Maria Delgado, twenty-three. She was hit on a morning jog. The second victim is Shannon Makely, forty-three. She was stranded on the side of the road when her car broke down.”

“What makes the locals think that they were connected?” you ask, trying to be part of the conversation.

“For one thing, they were both backed over after the initial impact. This wasn’t an accident. Plus, they matched treads in both scenes. They were large wheels for all terrain. Their wounds also indicated a raised bumper, so they’re thinking a large SUV to a truck. When we land, I want a list of everyone who owns a vehicle for all-terrain.”

“What?” you ask and look at his lips to read what he’s saying.

He shoots you an annoyed look which makes you sink into your chair in embarrassment. 

“Garcia, get me the list.”

“Sure,” she nods and looks at you.

“Do they know the make or model?” Derek asks, moving the conversation along.

“No. The tires are made for multiple kinds of vehicles.”

“Were there any witnesses to either incident?”

“No, both victims were attacked in secluded areas.”

“Two tons of metal make a hell of a weapon,” Derek says.

“Serial killers have been known to become rather attached to their vehicles. Bittaker and Norris even gave theirs a nickname. Murder Mac,” Spencer explains.

“Bittaker and Norris were sexual sadists. There's no sign of torture here. This sounds like thrill kills for easy targets randomly selected. We need to think about if they’re not random. We need to see if there is a connection between the two victims.”

“With this type of impact, the vehicle shouldn't be hard to pick out of a lineup. There should be significant front-end damage.”

“Somehow I don't think it's gonna be that easy,” Rossi shrugs.

“Well, I think it's safe to assume our unsub is male,” Emily states. “A big car is phallic like he’s overcompensating for something. Maybe he’s impotent. If the unsub sees himself as physically defective, the car not only gives him the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield.”

“Maybe a way to avoid physical contact?” Hotch asks.

“Now we’re going in a different direction. Power, control, and female victims equal up to a rape profile.”

“Rape and thrill kills are two very different profiles. What does victimology tell us?”

“Nothing, yet. Shannon Makely was a white, married, commodities trader. Maria Delgado was a Hispanic grad student and a competitive tri-athlete.”

“So far, gender's our only link. Hopefully, the crime scenes will tell us more. Garcia, Y/N, I want you with us on this one. Y/N, do you have a go-bag?”

“No.”

Hotch sighs in annoyance but Penelope saves the day.

“Come on, I’ll show you where I keep my go bag.”

You don’t mean to be a pain in the ass especially on your first day, but you’re really trying to fit in here. You used to be an active agent that was really good out in the field. You passed every test with flying colors and were up for a promotion within your field.

Until one day when you and your partner went undercover.

You two were captured by a well-known drug lord who was known for torture and gang violence. He knew one of you was FBI but didn’t know exactly which one. He tortured both of you until one of you confessed, but it’s not like you two were going to give the other one up. If only you had told him you were the FBI agent then he wouldn't have killed your partner. Your partner died because of you, and when your team busted in to try and save you two, the explosion from the blast they used shot your hearing so bad you became deaf in your left ear. If you get stressed too much then you start to get migraines and Strauss knows this.

Seeing Hotch behave this way starts a small headache you know won’t go away if he continues. You would have recovered and stayed with your original team if they didn’t harass you every day and blamed you for your partner’s death. Strauss knew it was a problem when you came into her office crying because of them.

You hope this team isn’t going to be like your last otherwise, you’ll have to find a new line of work.

“Are you sure I should come along?”

“You’ll do great,” Penelope encourages.

You and Penelope meet everyone on the plane. They discuss the case some more but you only listen this time. You want to see how each person is just by observing instead of butting in and trying to be like one of them. Plus, you’re not a profiler so you’ll leave this one to the team.

Your only focus is the computers and the technical world. When you were recovering from your accident, you taught yourself how to code and hack since you were bedridden for months. You got to the point where you impressed Strauss with your skills which is why she put you on this team. They don’t necessarily need you but this is the only team she can put you on without having to fire you altogether.

When the plane landed, you and Pen elope set up shop in the police station surrounded by laptops. One of the crime scenes happened near a security camera which is what Penelope is working on. You’re getting that list for Hotch of everyone who owns an all-terrain vehicle and cross-referencing if they still live in the state or not. This is what you like to do post-kidnapping. This gives you a different kind of comfort than being out on the field.

“Garcia, anything?” Derek asks.

“Not yet, sugar. Give me a few more minutes.”

“Y/N, I have a list of suspects PD already has in mind. Cross-reference those who are already on your list,” Hotch orders.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Hotch starts listing off names from your left side so it’s kind of hard to hear him. You don’t want to make a scene and ask him to move so you try your best to put in the right name. Hotch watches as you type in the names and sees you’re typing in the wrong names.

“No, I didn’t say Millie Bael, I said Lily Ball. Are you not listening to me?”

You’re trying really hard not to cry right now and your head hurts so much. Derek sees the look of despair and pain on your face and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Hotch, take it easy. It’s her first day.”

“Sorry, Lily Ball,” you mutter and type in the name.

After twenty minutes of almost wanting to cry, you narrow down your list to ten suspects. Penelope didn’t find good coverage on the security footage so she is looking into half of the men on the list while you get the other half.

“Look into the history of each suspect. I don’t want any stone unturned, understand?” You’re staring at Hotch’s mouth to read what he’s saying. Ever since becoming deaf, you’ve gotten good at reading lips. “Do you understand?” 

You jump at the sudden change in tone.

“Yes, sir. I will look into the history of each ma and cross-reference them with accidents they might have been in.”

“That’s not at all what I said. I don’t even know why you’re on this team. We never had an issue with having just one technical analyst.”

Tears brim the surface of your eyes but you won’t let them fall. It’s only the first day. I’ll get better. Hotch walks away with a scoff and a shake of his head, and you fall onto your chair with a sigh.

“I don’t know why he’s being so hard on you. He’s never like this,” Spencer says.

Emily, Derek, and Rossi are out right now leaving you, Spencer, Penelope, and JJ alone in the conference room.

“I don’t mean to be this way. I was never like this.” You explain your past to them--the drug lord, getting kidnapped, tortured, injured, and harassed every single day. “I needed out of that job. I was so excited to be put here but Hotch is only reminding me of my coworkers. Hopefully, he’ll ease up on me.”

He didn’t.

For the rest of the case, Hotch continued to be hard on you even when the team defended you. Every little thing you did Hotch criticized, even if what you did was completely right. He always had something to say about something, and by the end of the case, your headache is at an all-time high.

While on the plane ride home, you tried to get some sleep. The migraine plus the stress Hotch is putting on you is enough to send your mind into a nightmare. A nightmare about what you could have done differently to save your partner. Hotch sits in his chair and watches you without anyone noticing him. He knows he’s been hard on you but he hates anyone new coming in and ruining the dynamic between the teammates that are already here.

You gasp awake and scare everyone from the sudden noise, and Hotch’s eyes narrow.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Y/N. When we land, you and I need to have a conversation with Chief Strauss about your future here.”

“I’m sorry,” you say as a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Hotch,” JJ says to defend you. However, you’re already getting out of your seat and going into the bathroom to have some time alone to yourself. “Why are you being so hard on her?”

“Have you not been with her the entire time? She always asks me to repeat myself and she can’t follow instructions.”

“She was in an accident. She used to be a really good agent. I looked her up,” Spencer says.

“Her former team blamed her for the death of her partner, and she became deaf in her left ear after being tortured for information,” JJ finishes.

Now Hotch feels like shit. His face doesn’t give away how he’s feeling but deep down, he’s feeling like the worse piece of shit ever. He tries to talk to you when the plane lands but you escaped to grab your things to get the hell out of there. You’re almost at the elevator when Hotch stands in your way.

“Sir?”

“I want to apologize for how I’ve been treating you. I’ve been completely unfair to you without understanding who you are as a person and as an agent. I’ve always been reserved with new people on this team which is something I know I need to work on.”

“I don’t mean to do this on purpose. I’m assuming JJ and Spencer told you what happened to me?”

“Yes. If you’ll accept my apology, I’ll work on making you part of this team as if you started here on day one.”

“That’ll take months, I’m afraid, but apology accepted,” you smile.

Yup, you’re going to be the death of him. Your smile is too damn beautiful not to see in his office every day, and he’s gonna do everything he can to keep it there.

x

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner X Derek Morgan X ADHD Autistic teen reader

Summary: Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan interrogate a 14 year old daughter of Unsub who has ADHD and is autistic, she was abused by her father her whole life. A bomb gets set off and she protects them

Third person pov...

14 year old Y/N had been in a small interrogation room for the last hour alone, your probably wondering how she knows that because she's been keeping count in her head.

Early on that day the police came looking for her farther but he wasn't there, instead she got taken to the police station and handcuffed (after she accidentally lashed out when they touched her) she's autistic and doesn't like touch- the police didn't listen when she tried to explain to them.

So here she sits, for the last 5 minutes she has been tapping her foot repeatedly on the floor, she has ADHD and couldn't sit still for long, but she was handcuffed to the table so she couldn't stand up and stim.

She then started humming the same tune over and over and over until a man shouts at her to shut up over the com. "Someone's grumpy" she mutters, deciding to go back to tapping her foot repeatedly.

She was beginning to get overwhelmed with everything. "Can I go now please?" She asks into the room but obviously towards the two way mirror.

She got no response. "Please, I don't like it here" she whispers shouting not going to work she realised, suddenly the door is opened two men walk in.

Y/N tenses, with her dad she doesn't like being around men, angling her body away from them she waits until they speak.

Eyebrows slams a files down on the table making her flinch at the loud sound, the Grumpy looking man just stares. "What- Do you know what these are?" He demands, Y/N shakes her head not looking at the man.

She looks down then shuts her eyes. "N-no I don't please" she cries squeezing her eyes shut not wanting to look at the pictures, they where of the victims died in the bombings that happened.

"I don't like it here" she cries pulling on the cuffs trying desperately to yank them off, eyebrows tries to grab her to stop but she kicks out. "No don't touch" she cries almost in hysterics.

Eyebrows holds up his hands and moved out of reach. "Okay I won't touch you, we won't touch you Y/N" he says teying desperately to calm her down.

Grumpy pants- as Y/N dubbed, walked out of the room putting his phone tk his ear, Hotch calls Penelope. "Yello" "Garica, Y/N L/Ns file does it have anything about mental disorders or anything like that?" He asks confused with the girls strong reactions.

After a few seconds Penelope gets back. "It says here that she is Autistic and has ADHD sir" Hotch thinks "that makes sense, thanks Garica" "your welcome Bossman" Hotch then walks back into the room.

Derek is far away from the girl. "Morgan" Derek walks over. "We forgot one thing that all the victims have in common, they are all neurodivergent in some way" he explains to the man.

They then both look over at the girl, she was back to tapping her foot repeatedly

"Y/N, are you autistic?" Asks Hotch, the girl nods her head. "Yes I am, I tried to explain to the idiots in blue but they wouldn't listen" she says it was the most they heard her say.

"Can I have these off now please?" She asks, her voice quiet like she expected to be shouted at. Derek looks ar Hotch the man nods his head. "Sure" he says and unlocks Y/N hands.

The 14 year old instantly jumps up from the desk, absently rubbing her red wrists, she begins pacing back and forth flapping her hands. The men watch her as she stims.

"We just want to talk to you about your father." Says Hotch, Y/N stops stimming and looked up at them with wide, frightened eyes.

She was small in stature, but her piercing gaze held a hint of strength that took the two seasoned agents by surprise. "My father is a monster" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hotchner and Morgan exchanged a knowing glance. They had seen this before – the child of an Unsub who had been subjected to unimaginable abuse and trauma.

"Y/N does you father treat you well?" Asks Derek carefully, Y/N looks down she nervously rings her fingers as she thinks.

"He doesn't" she confesses. "He hates that I'm different, he thinks it's wrong and tries to beat the 'retardness' out of me" she confesses crying as she paces back and forth in the little space.

Hotch and Morgan eye each other from the corner of their eyes then look at Y/N.

"We know, hes a monster which is why we need to find him" Morgan replied gently. 'But we need your help to find him. We believe he may be planning to harm more people.'

Y/N hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a map, with a clearly marked location circled in red.

'That's where he's keeping his bombs" she said, sliding the paper across the table. Hotchner and Morgan looked at each other in shock.

They had been searching for those bombs for weeks, and here it was, handed to them by a scared teenage girl.

They immediately sprang into action, calling for backup and racing to the location. But as they arrived, they realized that Y/N had also been telling the truth about another thing – her father had taught her how to make bombs.

Before they could even process the situation, a loud explosion ripped through the air. Hotchner and Morgan were thrown back by the blast, but they were quickly pulled to safety by Y/N who had shielded them with her own body.

She lay unconscious, her small frame protecting them from the debris, Y/N was rushed to the hospital, and after a few days, she regained consciousness.

Hotchner and Morgan were there, by her bedside, along with a team of doctors and nurses who were amazed by her bravery.

"We couldn't have stopped him without you,' Hotchner said, his voice filled with sincerity, the girl looked up at them and smiled weakly. "Can I be part of your team now?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Hotchner and Morgan shared a smile, knowing that Y/N had found a new family in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Despite the darkness of her past, she had shown courage and strength that they had rarely seen before.

And as they welcomed her into their team, they knew that together, they could take on anything that came their way.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot sorry for the late update been a busy week but I am now on Christmas break and will update regularly.

As usual sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1204

[hotdilfs11]

⋯୨୧⋯stressed out(drabble)

✩pairings: Luke x fem reader

✩summary: reader is stressed out from all of the cases and paperwork so Luke helps her out until...

✩warnings: none ig?

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It was 10 p.m. at night, and I was finishing some paperwork. I was one of the last people in the office, along with Luke. I saw Garcia's bubbly presence walk up to my desk with a big but weak smile on her face. "Hey, are you almost done?” 

I looked up from my desk and shook my head, yes, with a stressful smile on my face. My mind was fully clouded with endless thoughts of wanting someone to corrupt it with filthy and fucked-up things. I needed to somehow relieve my stress with someone, but all I could do for now was think and work. A hand slowly waved in front of my face, bringing me back to reality. “You okay, hun?” Garica says, sounding concerned. 

"Yes, I’m okay; I’m just stressed out,” I groaned. 

"Well, if you want me to wait for you, I can; we can go get some drinks or..."  She suggested it as I was shaking my head. “I just need to go home, but thank you, Penelope. I appreciate you.” 

Garcia walked away with a worried expression on her face. “Goodnight, you guys.” 

As she walked into the elevator, I stood up and started packing my work bag slowly. I looked at Luke and saw him doing the same. “You want to walk out together?” I asked

"Yeah, sure.” I looked away from his honey brown eyes, still feeling his hard stare exploring my body. I looked at him, and he looked away quickly. “You ready?” I asked. He smirked and shook his head, putting his backpack on his shoulder. We walked towards the elevator and waited until we heard the ding! The doors opened. I went in first, and he came in after and stood so close to me that it made my heart race. His cologne was a smoky, earthy scent that gave him a masculine edge that was both bold and refined. I turned my head to admire his intimidating look. His posture, his clothes, and how they wrapped around his perfectly sculpted body. God, I never wanted a person so bad. 

He looked at me with a seductive look, but I didn’t look away, even though he intimidated me. I never looked away; I didn’t want to look away. His eyes wandered through my body until he made his way back up to my lips. He turned towards me as he inched closer and closer to me until our lips collided in hungry passion with his hands on my cheeks. Our legs intertwined with each other as he backed me against the elevator wall. I slowly put my hands in his hair, but he grabbed both of my wrists and slammed them against the wall. He wanted dominance, and I gave it to him. His hands started hurriedly exploring my body. I tried to put my arms down, but all he did was slam them against the wall again. I let out a groan. “Be still for me, baby,” he demanded. I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. 

He held my hands up while he placed kisses all over my neck, sending a harsh chill throughout my body. “I need you, Luke, please,” I moaned. I felt his smile against my neck.

His hands made their way slowly down my body. He made eye contact with me. “You don’t understand how bad I want to rip your clothes off,” he whispered in my ear. The sound of the elevator stopping snapped us out of our lustful trance. When the elevator opened, I saw Garcia on her phone. My eyes widened. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I tried fixing my clothes real quick, and all I heard was Luke giggling. Garcia She looked up from her phone and said, “Oh, hey,” she paused and looked at us. “Oh! Um, sorry, I just forgot something, and I...” 

I quickly looked at her and smiled, “No, it’s okay, Garcia. We were just walking out together.”

Luke nodded his head. 

Garcia walked in, and we walked out. .

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Jail Bird.

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader.

Okay so this is my first every fanfic, I’m not entirely happy with this but fuck it. It's been sitting in my drafts for 6 months so I’m now posting it. Um, enjoy. I hope Thank you. 

Do not repost this on other sites thank you.

Summary: Night out with Garcia goes south so what happens when you have to ring Hotch to pick you up from Jail one night. What could happen between you two.

Gender Netural reader, they/them pronouns.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, alcohol, assault, being drugged, jail, police assault, fighting, kissing. (If I forgot anything let me know)

Words: 2.9k 

“We really messed up this time, didn’t we (Y/n)” Penelope groans resting her head on your shoulder. You are both resting on the benches in the holding cell, your eyes scan around the room, there are five other people in the cells. Three drunk men asleep on the floor leaning against the walls and Two younger girls, leaning against each other on the benches opposite you, looking scared, cold and alone. Glancing down at Penelope, you see her left eye is starting to swell. Her hair she had up earlier, now a complete mess, along with her lipstick and mascara all smudge. Realisation hits that you must look similar if not worse.

“Yeah we fucked up, but the worst part is we now need someone to bail us out” Letting out a breathles sigh. Regret fills you up, letting your head drop onto hers, for some rest. You really fucked up this time, wondering to yourself why do you go out drinking tequila with this women. Your head is pounding, with the alcohol in your systems, the lights in here making it so much worse. 

“We can ring Derek, he will tease us but that's better than Emily's teasing” Garcia suggests, closing her eyes, exhausted.

“I wish we could, but he's in California doing a conference with Reid and Emily, remember?” You groan out.

“What about if we ring JJ?” Shaking your head in response, as you remember she's gone on holiday and with that, it only leaves you with two choices. 

“Nope, JJ went on a romantic weekend with Will.” Rubbing your hands over your face, sitting up straight.

“So that leaves us with…” She trails off, her eyes opening slowly.

“Yep” sighs “Hotch or Rossi” 

“We are screwed” Garcia goes quiet, coming to the same realisation as you.

“We still have a couple more hours before we are allowed to call anyone, Pen, try to get some rest, you are going to need it by the time we get out of here” Looking down at her head on your shoulders noticing her eyes are already closing. After a while her breathing evens out as she falls into a light sleep.  

A couple hours pass by slowly, as you get to watch the sun coming up through a small window across the room. Glancing at the clock, noticing that it is only  5:23am, giving you 7 minutes left until you can finally get a phone call, and hope to leave. Glancing down at Garcia, you see that she's now awake, and staring at the clock. Her left eye is still swollen and a bruise is slowly forming. Looking around the room, knowing that no one else has joined you throughout the night. The two girls across from you are finally asleep. During the night, you had given one of them your jacket to keep her warm, as she was starting to shake. Soon one of the police officers walks over, unlocking the cell and gestures to you and Garcia to stand up. 

“One of you two come here, you get the first call of the morning” He holds the cell door open.

Turning to Garica you speak quietly, your body filled with exhaustion and anxiety.

“Pen, you go, ring Rossi he's got a soft spot for you, and less likely to yell this early” 

She nods as she gets up and walks out quietly, just as nervous as you.

About ten minutes goes past, when she walks back in looking even more depressed than before, if that was even possible right now. Sitting down beside you she speaks, her voice sounding strained, from dehydration and stress.

“He didn't answer and they wouldn't let me ring anyone else” She rested her head against the wall.

“I really do not want to ring Hotch right now” Groaning with dread as you stand up. Your legs feel like jelly, being uneasy on your feet, moving slowly forward feeling light headed from the alcohol and the lack of sleep.

“Oi hurry up, i'm not holding this door open all day” Rolling your eyes at the officer as you walk out, following him to the phone. 

“You get two attempts to call, better hope they answer” The officer leans against the wall watching you, giving you an uneasy feeling.

“Right thanks” Sighing as you pick up the phone and punching in Hotch’s work number, knowing he's most likely to answer that one, rather than his personal. It rings five times, your heart is pounding as you fear he won’t answer, or worse that he will.

“Hello Hotchner '' His voice sounding heavy with sleep, 

“Um hey Hotch it’s me, (Y/n). I'm sorry to have to ring you but” Taking a quick breath, as your voice shakes with anxiety. 

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? Why are you ringing me so early on a saturday?” His voice filled with concern. You can't help but to imagine, his eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

“I messed up Hotch, I mean it, I  really really messed up. I need your help please?” Tears springing to your eyes, realising how bad the situation could have ended up being. 

“What happened, where are you?” His voice is groggy but starts to sound more awake. 

“Down at the police station, in the holding cells with Garica” Your voice trailing off, closing your eyes, waiting for his response. The other side of the line goes quiet for a short moment.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was soft but you could almost hear a harsh tone coming through. 

“Not really.. We had too much to drink, we got in a fight, we need someone to bail us out, please.” You sigh tiredly, hearing him huff angrily, 

“I will be there soon” is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead. 

“Hotch is on his way” You let out a long breath, sitting back down beside her. “I'm so sorry Penelope, I got us into this mess” Rubbing your hands over your face, something you do when you’re stressed.

“This is not your fault, you did what anyone would do, it's just your luck you would punch the wrong guy” She smiles gently, trying her best to make light of this situation. You can't help but smile weakly at her.

“I'm just sorry they got away and that you got hurt” Glancing at her black eye.

“You got hurt, more than I did, my eye hurts but I'll be okay, how are your ribs? They seem to punch you hard” Her voice filled with concern.

“Yeah they got a few good hits in, definitely going to bruise” Placing your hand gently on your side, wincing slightly. “You know Hotch is going to kill us right?” You smirk slightly.

“Oh he won't, you know we are his favourite in the team” Giggling slightly, she adds. “Plus we know Hotch can't stay mad at you for long” Rolling your eyes up at her remembering what she let slip last night, about a bet the team had.

The officer walks back over, unlocking the cell watching them.

“You two really do work for the FBI?” He questions. 

“Yep that's us” You slowly stood up, your body feeling even heavier than before.

“Huh, I thought that was, just drunk talking last night” 

Following the officer back out to the front, you see Hotch finishing signing off some paperwork at the front desk. Sending Garcia a quick nervous glance, as you look at Hotch, who has his disappointed boss face on.

“Let's go” He walks over to the door, holding it open for you both. 

As you three start walking out to his car. Your arms are folded across your chest, rubbing your arms gently trying to stay warm. You regret wearing shorts that only go halfway to your knees, and a low, thin top. It starts raining, the sky covered in stormy grey clouds. Garcia pulls her jacket tighter out herself, only wearing a thin dress, she looks like she is freezing as much as you. As you walk over, towards his car in complete silence. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, helping slide your arms in. He is standing extremely close to you as he opens the front passenger door of his car for you. You glance over at Garcia and see her smirking at you, raising your eyebrow at her in confusion. Wondering how she's finding this so amusing, as you get into the car.

“What the hell happened?” His eyes narrow as he starts driving.

“Um Garcia, want to take this one?” You look beggingly at her.

“No, (Y/n) you tell me. Now” his eyes glance at you, his face filled with anger.

“Okay look, it's not that bad, okay we did what we thought was right, with a few too many drinks in us” You try to reason.

“Oh a few to many drinks, really, because they said you punched a cop” 

Your hands run over your face feeling stressed. “I did do that, but that was an accident, I didn't know he was cop”

“Right and that makes it okay, you are a FBI agent (Y/L) you can not be getting into fights, and you can not be dragging Garcia into trouble as well”

“Sir can I just say something please” Garcia begins, Hotch goes quite watching her closely, in the rear facing mirror.

“It wasn't their fault, another guy started it, we were sitting at the bar, doing some shots, and this older guy, like he was older than you and he started flirting with some girls beside us, these girls who are barely of age they were clearly uncomfortable” Garcia talks quickly mumbling some of her words. She still seems a little bit drunk, and nervous trying to explain herself to her boss.

“Yeah so I was watching him, I thought maybe we might need to help them, but then I saw his friend on the other side of the girls slip something in one of their drinks, so I kind of pushed my way though the first guy to talk to the girls and told them what the other guy did” 

“Yeah he did not like that” You nod along with Garcia.

“So let me guess he got angry?” Hotch sighs, his face relaxing slightly.

“Oh extremely, next thing I knew I was being pushed to the ground, so I got up and we started fighting, I was soon fighting like three grown ass dudes, I was doing well until this guy grabbed me by the hair” 

“So I may have jumped on his back and pulled him down” Garcia adds “Then the Police turned up, and tried to break up the fight”

“I didn't see that, they were Cops, so I accidentally punched him in the face, and broke his nose, and then the other three guys got away” Slowly lifting your head up to look at Hotch. 

“Did you tell all this to the officers?” His voice softens, glancing at you, his expression is hard to read, before he's back looking at the road.

“We did, they said if it is true they won't press charges on me, so they are checking the cameras today” Hotch nods, listening, we go quiet. As we pull up outside Penelope place.

“Garcia” Hotch sighs slightly “Get some rest today, and I’ll see you at work tomorrow”

“Yes sir, thank you” she smiles as she goes to get out. 

“Wait, Garica, remember to ice your eye and get some cream on it” He adds, with a small smile.

She smiles “I will do that, thank you Sir” she closes the door and walks inside. 

As you both make the way back to your apartment, it's completely silent for the first few blocks.

“Are you going to say anything to me at all Aaron?” 

“What do you want me to say (Y/n), huh?, you ring me, 5:30 in the morning, to come get you and Garcia out of jail, after you cancelled our plans last night to go get drunk” Hotch snaps angrily.

“You said you were okay with us changing our plans, seeing as Jack had a sleep over any way I figure movie night was cancelled, it is just a movie Aaron” Snapping slightly, closing your eyes tired

“This isn't about the movie, this is about you drinking too much.”

“Me drinking to much?, Hotch, I had a couple to many, yes, but this was not my fault, I wasn't going to let those girls get drugged and who knows what else, we see what can happen to girls like that everyday, there was no way we were going to let that happen” You argue loudly.

“You could of gone a different way, keep those girls safe, and yourself”

“I am fine Hotchner and so are those girl”

“NO (Y/L) You are not fine, you have blood on your face, and bruises going down your arms, and you smell like a nightclub” He parks his car outside your apartment building.  You turn to him surprised.

“Did you just (Y/L) me?

“You Hotchner me” he crosses his arms, you huff as you undo your seatbelt and open your door.

“See you at work Aaron” Getting out of the car, slamming the door closed. Hotch gets out and walks towards you. “What are you doing Aaron?”

“I am walking you inside, this conversation is not over” 

“Whatever” Rolling your eyes, again. You two make your way inside and up 4 flights of stairs and finally, unlocking your door after a long night. All you really want to do is have a shower, but first you have to deal with whatever lecture Aaron wants to give you.

Walking inside you head straight over to the kitchen to turn the coffee pot on, Aaron following behind you closely, watching you silently. 

“I know I'm great to watch but can you stop going silent. It's really annoying.” You look up at him. Instead of answering he walks away into the bathroom, walking back out holding a cloth. 

“Take my jacket off and sit. '' He stands by the table and pulls out a seat at the table for you. Sighing as you pull his jacket off as you make your way to him, placing it on the table before taking a seat. One of his hands reached up to your face gently holding your chin, keeping you in place.

“Aaron I can clean myself up” Your words come out quietly, exhausted.

“Do not try and argue with me agent” A smirk plays into his voice. Gently he cleans the dried blood and dirt off your face, wincing slightly as he cleans the blood off your bottom lip. 

You can’t tell if it's the alcohol still in your system, or if you're just so sleep deprived. But you can't stop staring at his face seeing how handsome he looks when he's concentrating. How the brown in his eyes seems golden in the lighting. Your check starts burning as you realise how close you are to him, and how all you want to do is melt into his arms as he holds you close. 

His hands move slowly and gently, washing the blood and dirt off your skin. You watch his hand move, biting your lips as you stare at them. What you say next to him, you want to blame the alcohol. 

“Hey Aaron, did you know the team has a betting pool on us?”

He looks up a little confused, a smirk on his beautiful lips. “They do?”

“Yeah Pen told me last night that they all think we are secretly dating, and that's why we are always watching movies, or why I'm over at your place teaching Jack how to bake.” You laugh slightly.

“Huh, they really think we are dating?” he chuckles weakly, shaking his head.

“It's not the worst idea in the world”  Biting your lip looking him in the eyes. 

“Well I mean I am your boss, that would be highly inappropriate” He smirks, shaking his head slightly. 

“Maybe, but I think inappropriate went out the window after we started cuddling on the couch watching movies with your son.” Your words come out slowly, watching for his reaction. He smiles softly, his eyes filling with hope and love, he looks up at you, placing the cloth down.

“You know, both of us are profilers, yet we are so oblivious aren't we” You blush softly as he takes your hand.

“We are, Dave keeps calling me an idiot for not telling you how I feel” You can’t help but laugh along with him. 

“We really are idiots, aren't we Hotchner��� Biting your lip softly, leaning closer to him.

“That we are” He smirks. “I think I'm supposed to ask you on a date now?” Shaking your head, a laugh still on your lips.

“I'm pretty sure we have been on plenty of dates, we just never realised” You tease as he leans forward.

“That means I can do this then” He chuckles softly as he closes the gap between them, his lips capturing yours softly. His arms coming up wrapping around your body pulling you close you can’t help but melt into his touch.

[the-guilty-writer]

omg i am obsessed with the premise of garcia x daughter!reader. if you have any time in the future to write another fic or head cannon on the pairing (or if you want to ofc !!) it would be so amazing

garcia!daughter reader is one that I struggle with writing so it's one I really only do headcanons for. Here is my headcanon on how garica would end up with a daughter!

CW: criminal minds talk, being orphaned, etc.

Penelope knowing that she would adopt a child from the foster care system if she ever wanted kids.

She's also a person who believes in fate so I don't think would actively seek to adopt a child.

But there's a local case and your parents were unlucky victims. You're sitting in the conference room absolutely terrified.

JJ has tried everything to get you to be comfortable but it's just not happening.

That is, until Penelope walks in wearing her cat ear headband.

She starts talking to you and you start to open up just a little bit.

JJ has to make some calls, so she leaves the two of you, and when she comes back you're wearing Garcia's headband and she's braiding your hair and you're humming to a song together.

The social worker comes and you scream bloody murder when they try to take you away from Penelope.

They try everything, but you're clinging onto her for dear life.

So they make an exception to the rules and let Garcia take you home with her, with the excuse that until the killer is caught you'd be safer with someone who works for the FBI anyway.

For the whole week while the team works the case, she brings you to work with her everyday.

She does our hair every morning, packs you both cute little lunch boxes, lets you play with all her figurines, shows you pictures of cute animals, etc.

And when the team finally catches the unsub, Garcia has this realization that you're going to have to leave.

She's secretly really happy that the social worker decided that after all you had been through, they'd have to work super slow to get you to the point where you could be placed in a foster home.

You've grown really attached to her though so it's snail level slow.

It's been hard for Garcia to adjust to having you but the amount of joy you bring her is insane.

She realizes that she can't imagine life without you anymore.

But she doesn't want to admit it.

Until one day there is a case involving kidnapping young girls and Garcia has worked on some hard stuff but this time is hits her so much harder than before.

You get home from school and she wraps you in the biggest bear hug ever.

"Miss Penny why you hug so tight?"

Tears stream down her face as she says "I'm just happy you're home, little one."

"What happens when they make me go to different home?"

"I'm gonna make sure this is your home now."

You light up for the first time since you parents died.

"Really?"

"Really, little one. Really."

[literaila]

hopeless reality

BAU team x reader 

request: Hii! I’m in serious need of some angsty sshhiiiit and I love your writing... Could you maybe write some platonic BAU x reader where the reader is the youngest, idk she can be like 20 or something, and a case goes TERRIBLY wrong and she’s injure dying and everyone’s like but she can’t die, she was supposed to outlive us all!

warnings: kinda sad, panicked everyone, hotch basically abandons all of them, some spoliers past season 6, no concrete ending.. 

a/n: I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS ITS SO DIFFERENT 

*

“I can do it.” 

Those words weren't surprising for any of them. 

As the youngest, Y/N was always looking for new ways to prove herself to all of them. She was used to the staring, and the scoffs people made when they saw her next to the all mighty prestigious BAU team. She was used to people looking at her and wondering if they had picked someone up off of the highway, or if she was a murder just riding along with them. She was used to being undermined and underestimated by everyone. 

Age was a tricky little thing people didn't seem to look past. 

But it wasn't as if she put up with it. When the local police officers were making side remarks about her right behind her back, she didn't keep her mouth shut. Didn't stand there and listen to them expect nothing of her. 

And she enjoyed the looks on their faces when they realized she was listening. She liked the stammered apologies that came out of their mouths while she stared them down. 

She wasn't one to bite her tongue. 

And she had something to prove, to herself and to all of her teammates. She had to show them that she was valuable, that her age didn't affect how much she could do, how much she was willing to do. 

And so, it was expected when she offered herself up like a doll for sale. 

It's what happens during every case. 

This time though, all of her teammates nodded along with her. It was a man closer to her age, only a couple of years older, and she was the most likely to lure him. The most likely to trap him in the prison of being caught. 

“Okay, Y/L/N will go in, Morgan and Rossi follow her in as backup, blend into the crowd.” Everyone awaited Hotch's formal orders, ready to finally be done with the case that had taken them days to solve. “You three need to remember, he's going to be on the lookout for us, he's definitely seen the news by now.” 

The three of them nodded, Y/N already antsy on her feet as she waited to leave. Definitely the most willing to catch him out of anybody else in the room. 

She nodded at the rest of the team, smiling at Garcia’s “See you soon Neptune! Be careful.” from the phone on the table. She grabbed her bag, filled with clothes that would help her fit into the bar scene, and her vest. Just in case. 

She started to walk out the door, trailing after Morgan and Rossi as they got ready to leave when Hotch called her back into the room. 

Everyone else had already left, and her nerves were telling her to continue walking and get to her job, but out of anyone else there, she was used to being pulled back behind. 

“Yeah, Hotch?” 

“You shouldn't hesitate to call in Derek or Dave, this unsub isn't going to stick around if he suspects something. You know that?” 

It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at his protective instincts, instead going for a smile, hoping to ease whatever paternal nerves he could be feeling. 

“Course, Hotchner. I know what to do.” 

She nodded at him, choosing not to stay any longer than she had to, saving herself from his double-checking, and reassuring. 

She waved with one of her hands walking out the door. 

*

Wearing a dress and both a bulletproof vest was extremely uncomfortable. Especially when it was supposed to be discreet. 

Y/N sat in the middle of the bar, sipping on a fake drink, throwing smiles to anybody who seemed to look at her, waiting for the one person she needed looks from to approach her. 

She knew what to expect, an alpha male, expecting her to fall under his wing and go with him home- which of course would be when he would torture and murder her like he did all those other girls -and she wasn't going to let herself slip up when he was so close. 

A couple of guys had come up to her already, asking her if she was new around if she needed some help getting home, if she was lost in a bar like this one. All things that she tried not to show disgust at, smiling and telling them she was expecting someone. 

Though, when she saw him, she knew he would be different. 

He was carrying himself differently. Smirking at everyone else, unlike a normal too confident male would. It was more threatening, like he expected everyone in the room to do whatever he said, whenever he said. 

An alpha male. 

Y/N could tell in almost an instant that this was her guy, and that it was time to put on a show. 

*

It was an easy catch. The bait pulled him perfectly. 

And she played the part just as expected. 

Laughing at everything he said, smiling at him whenever she got the opportunity, drinking the drink she knew he was planning to spike soon. 

It was a rehearsed part, one she was exceptional at. 

But, when he started pushing her, begging her to come home with him, promising her that he would make it worth her while, she didn't know what to do. 

With the last girls, he had waited longer, drugged them before he even dared to take them home, stayed at the bar with them so that they would be more comfortable with him. 

But it had only been twenty minutes, only a short minute since he had first looked at her. 

He was devolving too fast. 

Y/N smiled, trying not to let the sudden nerves she felt show in her eyes, trying to keep herself comfortable sitting so close to him. 

She looked over to Derek, who was sitting across the bar, pretending to drink while he listened to their conversation. He was looking back at her, giving her a look that she knew was asking if she was okay, if she knew what to do. He was worried too. 

She took a quiet deep breath in. 

“I haven't finished my drink yet,” she said, playing dumb, trying to act like she was innocent enough, trying to test him. 

“I have plenty of drinks back at my place.” 

She giggled, playing with the bracelet on her wrist, looking back over to Derek. 

“It's so early in the night…” She whispered, flaunting her confidence, playing off her “drunkenness” as best as she could while still smiling at him. 

But she could tell that he was getting impatient, and wasn't willing to wait anymore. 

“What game are you playing?” 

And she could hear his real voice. Not the man that went to strange bars to pick up women, but the man who murdered them as soon as he took them home. The man who was planning to murder her. 

She looked over to Derek once more, once too much. 

The unsub was looking with her, glaring eyes meeting Derek’s, and the reaction was written out in front of all of them. 

He had seen Derek on TV. Seen him with the FBI. 

He turned back around, his hand slipping to his pocket. 

“You’re with them huh?” He was whispering, but his voice was demanding, furious. 

And the giggle that came out Y/N wasn't fake this time, just nervous. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her feet tapping on the barstool, her body getting ready to run, trying to smile. 

“The FBI.” 

He spat the words in her face. The smile falling from her lips. 

The hand moving to point at her. 

What was it she wondered? 

What was pain? 

“Physical pain inspires the worst kind of helplessness.” 

*

Ambulances were surprisingly loud. 

Louder than you’d assume. 

They were threatening, and dangerous, and did nothing to help give you hope. 

Derek didn't get scared. He didn't need hope to keep him upright, he wasn't threatened by any of the ambulances that he had seen before, he didn't find them too loud. 

But he was supposed to be protecting her. 

They all knew, going into the bar, before the bar, that it was dangerous. They all knew that there was a strong possibility that she could get hurt. But she was cautious, and she was brave. So he didn't worry. He didn't think he had to worry. Even with an unsub who was known for lashing out, for making big decisions with no thought. Hotch had told Derek, all of them, that this would be harder than normal, that they needed to be more watchful, more careful. 

She’d been laughing with them in the car on the way over. Telling them that if either Derek or Rossi got in the way of her job, she’d disown them as her friends. She’d laughed and joked with them, not an ounce of fear in her eyes, no anxiety resting upon her body.

But he saw that look in her eyes. 

That strange scared look. 

It was unfamiliar, an anomaly to him. He’d never seen her eyes like that. 

She was the youngest, the most daring, the person who offered to do anything that no one else wanted to. 

She laughed when one of them said they were too tired to go out for drinks, offered to watch both Hotch and JJ kids when they were busy. She moved between them like she was mending with them, and she was everyone's best friend. 

She took too many risks, moved too fast, thought too hard. She did everything on a whim, but it was impossible to stop her. Impossible to fade her from the scene. Impossible for anything to scare her like it would any person. 

He’d never had to worry about her before. 

She’d made it clear that she could take care of herself, that she was strong, that just because she was the youngest and most inexperienced, it didn't mean she couldn't do what any one of them could. 

She was so strong. 

And he’d never seen that look in her eyes before. 

Desperation, trepidation. Two things that had never filled his body like in that moment. 

He could see the unsub moving, he could see her worried eyes, her panicked posture. He saw everyone else around them, moving normally, none of them quite as scared as she was. He saw Rossi looking over at him from the bar. 

And he saw the gun in the unsubs hands. 

He wished he had been paying attention more, watching her, checking to make sure she seemed just fine. He wished he had watched the unsub, checked to make sure he couldn't see any weapons on him. He wished that he could’ve done it all over again, asked her to step back, to let him catch the guy. 

And he wished he could’ve been fast enough. 

The unsub had pulled out the gun, had stared at her with his threatening eyes, and she moved back, tried to get away but, she wasn't fast enough, and the unsub was too quick. 

Derek had watched her stumble backward. He watched the pain light in her eyes and the panic fade out. 

She used to tease him about watching everything. 

“We aren't at work, you don't have to profile everyone in the room, Derek.” 

Then she’d pass him a drink. Tell him that it was supposed to be fun, that they all needed a little more fun in their lives. 

But now, all Derek needed was to get her eyes out of his head. 

Her eyes were so desperate and panicked and worried for everyone, for everything. Her eyes were usually so brave and so curious. 

He needed to get them out of his head, he needed this moment to be over. 

He needed to not be sitting in the back of an ambulance with her. 

It was surprisingly loud. 

And scary. 

He’d never been scared like this before. 

*

Rossi wasn't worried. 

He wasn't. Really. 

He knew her, knew how fast her body would spring back, rejuvenate itself. He knew that she was strong, that she could stand any amount of pain, that when he saw her next she would be smiling, and she’d ask him if this meant they could have a party. 

He knew she’d be fine. 

He wasn't allowed to go in the ambulance with Y/N and Derek. The paramedics assured both him and Derek that only one could go, and Rossi could see the time slipping past them. He could see the clock ticking and he knew that they had to speed things up. 

So, he’d pushed Derek into the ambulance. 

He wasn't worried, so why would he go with her? 

Besides, Derek was scared. He was shut down and focused so much on her, Rossi thought that Derek would have fought him for the place in the ambulance. 

He thought about all the people he’d seen get hurt while working this job. Thought about all the times one of them made a mistake, or someone wasn't quick enough. Most of the time, they were fine. Not many people got hurt on the job. 

There was always a couple weeks of leave, a couple weeks to get themselves back together, but they always came back. 

He hadn't seen too many people die. 

So he wasn't worried. The odds were that she would live. The odds were that she would be completely fine by the time he got to the hospital. 

Because she was strong. She was healthy, had a young body, and more energy than she needed in the first place. 

Rossi thought it might be good for her to slow down. This might be a good experience for someone like her. Someone who takes too many risks, goes out on a whim, and doesn't slow down even when she has the chance. 

This might help her become a better agent. Someone more careful. 

He wasn't worried. 

She’d be fine. 

Really. 

*

JJ got the news first. 

Back at the police department, while they were clearing up. She knew that Derek, Hotch, and Rossi all knew. She knew that the unsub had clued into who Y/N was, she knew that Derek and Rossi hadn't been enough to protect her. She knew that Y/N was on her way to the hospital, that she’d been shot in the field. 

They didn't tell her where. Or how she was doing. 

JJ had been here before. She had been in the situation of not knowing, of constant anxiety, of the questions that just bang back and forth in your head until you can get your answers. 

She knew how that felt. 

She looked over to Spencer and Emily, both of them clueless to what was going on, to their friend being brought to the hospital. 

“Have you got the unsub detained?” She whispered, leaving the room, trying to gather all of the facts before she made assumptions. 

“Yes. He's on his way to the police station now.” 

“And no one else was hurt?” 

“No.” 

JJ nodded to herself, feeling relieved at the news. 

The questions were in her head, spinning around. She knew that she wouldn't have any of them answered any time soon. Not until they could get into the hospital and see her. 

“And JJ?” 

Hotch’s voice was the same as always. Demanding. 

“Yes?” 

“I need you to tell Spencer and Emily.” 

“Hotch-” 

“I’ve got to go.” 

And then she was left. With her news. And her questions. 

And her confusion. 

Of how this could ever have happened. 

*

Hotch wasn't allowed to have a reaction. He wasn't allowed to think about it. 

He was working. He had to do his job. 

Members of his team had been shot before. 

They all knew the risk there was in going in. They all knew how disguises couldn't hide everything. And they all knew that people got hurt doing the job. 

It wasn't surprising. Wasn't anything new. 

But she had reassured him. She had told him she knew what she was doing, she knew what she was doing. 

He had believed her. 

He could hear his voice in her head, telling all of them that she would do it. Like she always did. Like every other time, she got the chance. 

She never took a step back, never looked at the situation before offering to go. 

It was reckless and stupid. 

No one ever said a thing. When she offered to be the bait, all of them accepted it, expected it. They all knew that she would be the first to jump at the chance to go out in the field. They all knew that she was smart and strong, and she knew what she was doing. 

None of them ever said no. It was so hard to say no to her. 

But she had reassured him, Hotch had double-checked this time, just to make sure she would be safe. He put two experienced agents as her back up, two people that he trusted and knew would protect her. 

“I can do it.” 

She could do it. 

She’d been shot. 

And he felt like blaming himself, felt like being angry, furious at her for offering to go, for reassuring him and lying, and he felt like being angry at himself for letting him go, for not properly preparing her. 

But he didn't have time to ponder those thoughts. 

He didn't have the time. 

He couldn't have a reaction. 

He had a job to do. 

He was working. 

He wouldn't think of it. 

*

Emily probably knew better than anyone else. 

She was probably most familiar with pain. With hurt. 

She knew how this would affect her, she knew how she would feel. She knew how it would change her even after she was healed. She knew how the scar would never leave her body, and that she would wince every time she saw it. 

No matter how much Emily wished she wouldn't understand, she did. 

She knew what would happen to Y/N. 

If she lived that is. If she was strong enough, if the bullet wasn't stronger than her. If she wasn't too late, if the doctors could save her. If she would stay alive. 

And she would be there this time. 

If she died. If the world was cruel enough to take her away. 

She would have to be with her friends, she wasn't allowed to run away again. She wasn't allowed to go across the world and break alone, she wasn't allowed to turn her back like she had before. Even if she wanted to. Even if running away seemed like the only thing she could do. She would stand by them, and learn what it felt like to have your friend die. 

But she wouldn't come back. 

That was probably the hardest thought. 

If Y/N died, she wouldn't have the opportunity to come back. She wouldn't have the months to heal, the job across the world, she would have the pain of knowing that her friends thought she was dead, but she also wouldn't have any pain. 

She’d be dead. Gone. Forever. 

And Emily knew what that meant. 

It almost killed her to know that. 

When she watched Spencer freeze as JJ told both of them, when she saw the worry in JJ’s eyes, she knew that the only thing she could do was be there for all of them. For her, if she could. And for them, if she had to. 

It was a scary thing to know your friend was hurt. To know that while everything else in the world stayed the same, several hearts were breaking with the knowledge of the pain their friend was in. It was crazy to think that not everyone's world changed. 

It was selfish of her to be thinking of herself, to be avoiding the memories and the thought that came with Y/N being dead. It was selfish to assume she was. It was selfish that she wasn't doing anything to help her friends, to help herself. It was terrible of her not to hope, not allow herself to feel some relief. 

But she had to protect herself. 

Expect the worse, welcome the best. 

Emily was scared. She was scared for Y/N, scared to be there this time, scared to have to hold everyone together like she couldn't before. Scared for the worse to be the reality. For her friend to really be gone. 

She could hear her laugh in her head. She knew that it wouldn't leave. It wouldn't go away until Emily could hear it again. 

Pain. 

She was so familiar with. She was so used to. 

Pain. 

Emily probably knew that better than anyone else. 

*

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

That's all Spencer knew. 

He didn't know what was going to happen, if she would live, if she would die, if she was okay, if she wasn't. He didn't know what they would do without her, what would happen if she really did die, if the youngest died before any of the oldest could. 

He didn't know how everyone would feel, how he would feel if she died. 

He didn't know what any of them would do without her laughter, without her pushing for them to have fun when work was over, without her running around the office, making everything seem bright when it was nothing but dim. 

He didn't know what would happen. What was happening? 

But he knew

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

He knew that if he could see her, if he had more information about what had happened, he could figure out the probability that she would live. He knew that if he had been there, he would know how to feel, what was going to happen. 

But they were sitting in the hospital waiting room. They couldn't see her yet. 

Derek hadn't said a word. Emily was sitting next to Spencer. JJ was walking around, checking on all of them instead of herself, being as selfless as she could while they were all stuck in a state of panic. 

Rossi was talking to the nurse again. 

There still wasn't any news. 

None of them were sure how she could’ve been hurt, with her vest, and her self defense techniques. None of them were sure how hurt she could be. 

But 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

Spencer held onto that. 

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. She wouldn't. 

He thought of the sleepovers Y/N, Garcia, and he had. Like children. He thought of how both of them spent the entire night picking on him, trying to make him laugh. He thought of how she always convinced the two of them to come over, told them that it was movie night even if it was a completely random day. 

He hated the thought of not doing that anymore. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She was the youngest. Everyone teased her about it. They all expected her to live for a hundred years, far longer than any of them could. She was the youngest and the brightest and the bravest. She wasn't supposed to die before any of them could. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

When she had offered to be the bait, Spencer hadn't felt worried. He didn't even think of her getting hurt, only felt relieved that this case would finally be over, that they could all go home. He didn't worry at all. 

But he should have. 

Because she always did this, she always offered, and no one ever turned her down. The odds were that she should’ve gotten hurt long before this. 

Odds were that she was extremely lucky. 

Except for now. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

Spencer didn't know what would happen. He didn't know if she would live, if she would die. He didn't know what would happen. He barely knew anything at all. 

But Derek wasn't talking, Emily was silent, JJ was avoiding the topic, and Rossi had asked the nurse for an update eight times in the last thirty minutes. 

He didn't know. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She wouldn't be one of the hundred. 

She couldn't. 

*

Before JJ had told her, Penelope knew something was off. 

No one had called her to update on if they had got him or not. Her phone had been completely silent. 

That was off. 

She called her Neptune. 

It was one of the planets that couldn't be seen from Earth. 

She’d always asked where the nickname had come from. 

Penelope had called her that because Y/N was unreachable to her. She held so much, all this brightness, and you could barely even tell from the surface. 

It was a nickname that seemed to fit her more than anything else. 

And she couldn't help but think of it as soon as she got the call. 

Neptune. Her best friend. 

She didn't understand much about profilers, but she knew that Y/N was different from all of her other friends. She didn't know if it was because she was younger, and less experienced, or if she just carried something different to her. 

But it was a smart decision to be her best friend, to depend on her. 

They’d spent nights together, laughing, creating insanity with every sentence, every hour that ticked past on the clock. They’d spent time laughing, and crying, learning everything they could about each other. 

‘Best friend’ was a loose term, one that didn't extend far enough for their relationship. 

And Penelope had known something was wrong, as soon as no one had called her. 

The first thought was that the unsub had gotten away, that he was going somewhere else and they still had to catch him. 

But she knew that wasn't true, because they hadn't called her to help. 

And then she thought that maybe he had been difficult, that maybe it was taking all of the team to help deal with him. 

But, that didn't seem quite right. 

And then she thought of all the other times something like this had happened, when she hadn't gotten a phone call, and there was nothing but silence for a couple of hours. 

And all she could think of, was the day Emily almost died. 

And then the bullet Spencer had taken to the leg. 

And then the stabbing Hotch had been through. 

For Penelope, after those thoughts, she didn't have any choice but to find out where they were. 

So, she hacked their phones. 

It wasn't completely rational, but Penelope had never proved to do things that were rational before. And she was far too protective to not do anything. 

JJ’s phone showed up at the police department they were working from. So did Emily and Spencers. Hotch was somewhere across town. Rossi was still at the bar, and Derek was at the nearby Emergency Room. 

By the time she had gotten to Y/N, she knew something was wrong. 

One of them was hurt. 

*

When she finally got the phone call, she had already pulled some of her hair out, stalked the news, tried to hack into the hospital's patient list- which she couldn't because not all of it was digital -and bitten off almost all of her nails. 

JJ had told her, just like JJ always did, informing all of them the best she could. 

And they didn't know enough. 

Penelope had no idea how her best friend was, and even though she’d asked over and over, what had happened, JJ didn't have any answers for her. 

It was a stupid situation. 

Penelope hoped she wasn't hurt. That the bullet hadn't gotten anywhere near anything important, that she would live just as Penelope had years ago. 

If she had lived, so could Y/N. 

She was young and strong and she had been wearing a vest, and there was nothing wrong with her, if they didn't know anything it was good. It was good that no one had told them anything. 

That meant she wasn't dead yet. 

And that's all Penelope had to hold onto. 

She called her Neptune. Because she was unreachable. 

She would be fine. 

*

Her eyes. They looked so scared. Derek was so scared. 

She would be fine. Rossi knew. 

JJ didn't know how this could have happened. 

He wouldn't think of it. He was working. 

Emily knew better than anyone else. 

38,000 people in America die of gunshot wounds each year. 

An average of 100 a day. 

She called her Neptune. 

She was the youngest out of all of them. 

She had to be okay. 

*

my masterlist here. 

[demigodreading]

Day #4: Breaking The Distance Penelope Garcia Series

HAPPY TUESDAY! I missed you all! Tumblr hiatus is officially over and we start this week with my beautiful Penelope Garcia. <3 Hope you enjoy. 

Warnings: Mentions of Medication, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Depression, Nightmares

Summary: Day 4 of your vacation with Penelope has turned into something you hoped would never happen. Your antidepressant medication has run out and nightmares are becoming common place. Anxiety attacks are now approaching and threating to appear in front of Penelope. Do you tell her what is going on or suffer in silence? Only time will tell.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Reader

Relationship: Penelope Garcia x Reader

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You had been tossing and turning all night unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Every couple of hours you awoke with a jolt, your heart racing from the nightmares that crept back in. By the third time you awoke drenched in sweat, you got up from bed doing your best not to wake Penelope in the process. You rummaged through your bag to pull out your medication. You let a small sigh of relief escape as your fingers wrapped around the bottle. However, as you pulled the orange tube out you were greeted with emptiness. Tears streamed down your face as you shoved it back into the bag and made your way to the bathroom. As soon as you closed the door you sunk to the floor a panic attack quickly overtaking you. You spent every bit of energy you had in your body trying to make it pass as quickly and soundlessly as possible.

Ten minutes later you peeled yourself from the floor and climbed back into bed next to Penelope. You curled under the covers turning your back from your beautiful blonde girlfriend praying that the tears would stop. As your head hit the pillow you immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next time you awoke you heard the sound of rain pounding against the windows. Penelope’s bedroom, typically full of color, had a gray overcast to it. The lack of Penelope’s snoring or an arm around your stomach alerted you to the fact that she was already up and moving around the apartment. Typically you would spring up to find her and give her a good morning kiss but instead, you pulled the covers closer around you. Hoping that made you could just disappear into the soft fabric.

You didn’t know how much time passed while you were staring at the wall in front of you before Penelope quietly entered the room calling out to you, “Baby? Are you awake?”

You didn’t move or make a sound as she crouched down in front of you. When she saw that your eyes were open a smile grew on her face, “Baby! You are awake. I was getting worried about you.”

As the words spilled from her mouth tears began to fall down your face. You tried to wipe them away but more appeared as your breath began to come in frantic gasps. Penelope’s face twisted in shock as she leaned on her knees to look at you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What can I do to help?”

“I’m...so sorry,” You hiccupped.

“Oh hun, what are you sorry for?” Penelope asked, reaching to gently touch your cheek.

Normally a touch, when you were this panicked, would send you into further hysterics but there was something about Penelope that was different. The way that she gently cradled your cheek merely calmed your breath enough to tell her what was going on.

“I forgot… that my antidepressants were low,” You sniffled, “I ran out of them two days ago… and I thought I was doing fine. But last night I had all these nightmares… and I couldn’t sleep… so I went to take one… and they were gone… and I am not okay. I had a panic attack… and I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m so sorry. I’m so…”

“I love you,” Penelope replied, cutting you off with a quick kiss to your forehead, “That sounds like a rough night but I promise that everything is going to be okay. How can I help you right now?”

“Can you… hold me for a minute?”

“Of course baby. I can hold you for as long as you want,” Penelope promised and then climbed into bed next to you.

She curled her arms around you, pressing another kiss to your forehead. You buried your head into her chest listening to the sound of her heart beating in your ear. Soon sleep overcame you once again.

The next time that you woke up you were greeted with the smell of your favorite breakfast. You slowly pushed yourself up in bed keeping the blanket closely curled around you as Penelope walked in the door. She set the tray on your lap that contained the plate of food, a glass of water, and a completely filled prescription bottle. Once the tray was secured she sat down next to you giving you a small smile.

“I called around and was able to get your prescription refilled and delivered. I read the bottle and it said that all medication should be taken with food… so I made your favorite breakfast. I know it is a little late but consider it brunch in bed!”

You looked at the plate of food and then back up at your girlfriend, “You really did all of this for me?”

“Of course my love. I would do anything to see a smile on that beautiful face I adore. Now eat up!”

Penelope opened the pill bottle and placed the pills in your hand. She watched as you took them with a swig of water and then began to eat. She placed the prescription bottle gently on the nightstand and then laid on your lap while you finished your breakfast, occasionally sneaking bites of food when she thought you weren’t looking. When you were done she cleared the dishes and promised that she would be back soon.

True to her word a couple of minutes later Penelope was crawling back in bed next to you. She curled against you, placing her head on your shoulder. You curled your hand through hers bringing it up to kiss it gently.

“Are you going to be okay Y/N?” Penelope asked, her voice slightly cracking.

“Yes, maybe not today but you really helped Pen,” You replied, kissing the top of her head gently, “But is it okay if we just stay in bed today.”

Penelope nodded and then adjusted herself so that you could lay against her chest. As she curled her arms around you once again you whispered to her how much you loved her. She returned the sentiment giving you one final squeeze before running her fingers through your hair. The dark and twisty still settled on the corners of your brain but with the help of Penelope, it didn’t feel like it was going to consume you all in one bite.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

i loved that penelope x morgan's brother reader and i was wondering if i could request a part 2? where they actually go on that date and later have their first kiss and cuddles?

Penelope x Morgan's brother reader, part two

A/N: Kung-fu panda, please don't sue me, I quoted you but it's cool because I'm not claiming to own it, right?... Right? (the quote is from master oogway if any of you were wondering lol)

Word Count: 602

Warnings: No?

You were ridiculously nervous for the date, your palms felt sweaty, heart thumping quickly against your ribcage, as you waited for it to reach a reasonable time for you to get ready. You rubbed your palms on your jeans as you rose from your brother’s couch to go get ready (when he found out you were staying in a hotel he insisted you stayed with him). You were ready and out the door within half an hour and another forty minutes, you were at Penelope’s door with some nice wine and a bunch of her favourite flowers.

“I’m just going to put these in a vase and this on the counter and I will be ready,” Penelope said, you gave a nod

“So, where are we off to tonight?” Penelope asked as you opened your car door so that she could get in.

“That’s a surprise,” You reply as you slide into your seat.

“A man of mystery I see,” She chirped, you chuckled, feeling your cheeks flush slightly.

The drive to the restaurant was relatively short, it was a place not too far from Garcia's place, it was a nice restaurant. It offered a variety of foods (you weren’t sure what Penelope preferred, so you made sure to choose a place with variety).

“Oh my god, I love this place,” Penelope cheered when you pulled into the car park.

“I’m glad, I wasn’t sure what you liked - I did ask Derek but he was very… vague,”

“I can imagine,” The pair of you shared various memories of Derek (stupid things he had done from your childhood and idiotic things Penelope had either witnessed or heard he had done). And before you know it, dinner was over and you were both back on your car on the way back to Penelope’s.

“I’ve had a really good time tonight,” You said, looking at Penelope for a moment before turning back to the road.

“I’ve had a good time too,” Penelope said, her smile evident in her voice.

“'Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift - that is why it’s called the present',” You say with a knowing grin.

“Did you just quote kung-fu panda?”

“Yes, yes I did,” You answer with a laugh, Penelope was quick to join in.

“I wouldn’t peg you for a kung-fu panda kinda guy,”

“Hey, I’m a mystery,”

“Well, in that case, I think you should come round mine and we can have a kung-fu panda movie marathon,” Penelope said, you nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m down for that,” You agreed immediately.

The next thing you knew, you were sat in Penelope’s candlelit lounge watching Kung-fu panda. Who knew Kung-fu panda could be so romantic?

Halfway through the first movie, your phone pinged. Picking it up, you saw a message from Derek:

Should I expect you back tonight or tomorrow morning ;)

You flushed red, turning the screen off and turning back to the movie. By the end of the second movie, you had relaxed, cuddling on her couch. Butterflies formed in your stomach at the realisation of how close the pair of you were.

When the credits of the third movie came up on the screen the pair of you sat up.

“I should head back,” You say, Garcia gives a small nod. “But I’ve had a great time and I would love to do this again,”

"Definitely," Garcia agreed with a smile. You bit the inside of your cheek for a moment, eyes flicking down to her lips, hesitant. Seeing this, Penelope smiled, "Kiss me?" You nodded, leaning forward and locking your lips in what would hopefully be the first of many.

[libraryofloveletters]

Spilt Wine & Last Minute Cases

Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garica x Platonic!Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, alcohol and the consumption of

Prompts: #60:“Let’s get drunk” “It’s 9am?” “It’s 5 somewhere darling”  

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this one’s for the lovely @saprentiss​ <3 and my darling grace @temily​ because I know how much you love them 

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Since Emily returned to the BAU, Penelope's been asking for an assistant - more of a little helper to keep track of files and whatnot. Truthfully, Penelope’s been asking since Hotch was unit chief and although Hotch had a soft spot for her, Emily had a bigger one and gave in. 

You started last week, you had no idea how to use all of Penelope’s tech or what they did, you understood the basis but if she asked you to find something, it felt like she was speaking a whole other language. 

Penelope being Penelope, invited you over so she could teach you how to use it. She didn’t specify what time, she only said Saturday and gave you the address. She suggested Saturday because they usually didn’t have cases on the weekend and you would be able to learn without the pressure of having a case- so here you were at quarter to 9 on Saturday morning knocking on Penelope’s door. 

She shouted that she's coming and the door opened, Penelope stood there in her nightgown, her hair wrapped up in a bun. 

“Sweets,” she yawned, “why are you here so early ?” she asks, leaning against her door. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, you didn’t say what time” you ramble out into a sentence. She waved her hand, motioning for you to come in as she made her way further into her apartment. You looked around after you shut the door, the place screamed Penelope, from the colours, the furniture, the figurines and beads. 

Another set of footsteps caught your attention, a black haired woman stepping out of the bathroom, “who was it babe- oh y/n, hi” Emily smiled at you. 

Your eyes widen - Emily was in her pjs too, you realized that she had slept over or perhaps even lived there? Sergio rubbed up against your leg, you leant down to run your fingers through the cat’s fur before standing again. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize- I can come back another time if you’re busy or-” “Oh don't be ridiculous. You’re welcomed here anytime, isn't she?” Emily says, walking towards Penelope, her arm over the blonde’s shoulder now. Penelope hums taking a sip of her coffee. 

Taking a seat at the counter, you watch as Emily and Penelope move around the kitchen, perfectly in-sync like it was something they had done regularly. 

“Can I ask something?” looking towards the two woman, they both smile, waiting for your question. 

“Are you two-  y’know.. together ?” you wonder out loud.

“Yeah” Penelope says, Emily pulling her towards herself before pressing a kiss to Penelope’s temple. 

A squeal of excitement slips out, “oh my god! that's so cute, you guys are perfect together- like I totally see it. You balance each other out if that makes sense and- oh wait! I have something for you” you reach into your bag, the couple watching you, smiling at your excitement. 

A bottle of wine was set on the counter- it was brought as a gift for Penelope as it was your first time by her place and it would have been rude to show up empty handed. 

Emily picks up the bottle, inspecting the label. She hums in approval, “you have good taste” you give her a smile. 

“Let’s get drunk” Emily looks at Penelope and then over at you. 

“Honey, it’s 9am?” Penelope takes the bottle of her, setting it on the counter behind her. 

“It’s 5pm somewhere darling” Emily was already reaching for the wine glasses in the cupboard. 

Emily now settled in the living room on the couch, Sergio cuddled into her side. “y/n, can you get the bottle please?” she calls, turning on the tv. “Yeah!” you shout back, walking towards the counter. 

Penelope’s hand grabs yours, “don’t” she warns you. 

“She’s the boss” you whisper, Penelope rolls her eyes. 

“I’m your boss!” she half whispers, half shouts. 

“But she’s the boss boss” Penelope sighs, giving in and letting you take the bottle. She follows you to the couch, the 2 of you sitting on either side of Emily. The 3 glasses being filled and refilled for the next hour and a half when the last of it is poured into your glass. 

“I think we have another bottle somewhere” Penelope gets off the couch, making her way to the kitchen. The cupboard doors hitting each other as she pulls them open, looking for the bottle. 

“Check the fridge!” Emily shouts to her girlfriend before turning to you. “So, y/n, is there anyone special in your life?” she smiled but you on the other hand, almost choked on your wine, a little bit spilling onto your shirt.  “Wha- no, no. There’s no one” clearing your throat before taking another sip- blaming your blush on the alcohol. 

Penelope returned just as Emily suggested something completely bizarre, “Luke, Luke’s single and he’s a nice guy. Wait- are you into guys?” 

“Uh I don't have a set preference per se” you take another sip- this time to wash down the embarrassment of your boss trying to set you up. Penelope sitting on the arm rest of the chair, Emily’s arm wrapped around her waist when she looks down at her girlfriend. 

“Newbie ? You want to set up sweet, precious y/n with newbie ? Emily Prentiss are you insane ?” 

“What ?” she laughed, “Luke is a nice guy!” 

“Maybe if y/n were someone else! I won’t let you set her up with him” 

Before Emily could protest, her phone rang. Her face and the drop in her tone let you both know that there was a case. She tossed the phone somewhere on the couch, her hand patting Penelope’s side. “Sorry girls, fun’s over. We have a case” sighing as she stands. Penelope groans and falls back into the couch while you begin picking up the empty glasses. 

“Oh sweetie, don't worry about those.” she calls from the couch, “it’s alright” you smile, stepping back into the living room. 

“I can't let you go to work like that” she sits up, she grabs your hand and pulls you into the room. You barely get a moment to register what’s happening before  Penelope is tossing a shirt your way. Catching it, you look at her, brows furrowed and a confused look on your face. 

“Wine on your shirt” she says, going through the closet for something to wear. changing your shirt, you shove it into your purse before stepping back into the kitchen. Emily’s halfway dressed with half a bagel in her mouth and a cup of coffee in one hand. Buttoning up her shirt the rest of the way, she smiles at you and heads to the room where Penelope was. 

The coffee pot was almost empty so you poured what was left into a mug and put on another pot.  Penelope comes hopping out of her bedroom, Emily following behind her holding both of their purses. Penelope has one heel on and is trying to put the other one as she makes her way to her door. 

“Forget the coffee, we’ll get some on the way to work” she finally gets the other heel on and opens the door, ushering you and Emily out the door. 

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The three of you had just stepped off the elevator, coffee in hand when you called for the two women that were a few steps ahead of you. 

“Gum” you pop a piece into your mouth, screwing your face at the way it mixed with the leftover wine and coffee taste in your mouth. Emily and Penelope both took a piece each and mirrored the same expression, needless to say- the taste wasn’t great. 

Everyone was in the briefing room when the 3 of you arrived. Everyone’s eyes on you, Emily and Penelope. 

Penelope took the remote from Luke who was fidgeting with the buttons, he smiled at her and she rolled her eyes in response. Emily settled into her chair and you were sitting before Matt who was now looking at your shirt. 

Emily was going over the briefing, a case in New Orleans- a missing group of children. 

“What ?” you mumbled quietly to Matt, not wanting to interrupt Emily. 

“Cute shirt” he chuckled, glancing at you before looking back towards the screen. Looking down at your shirt, you hum. “It’s Emily’s right ?” he asks, a  smirk on his face. 

“Stop that” you warn, his brows furrowed with a smile on his face. “Stop what?” he teased. 

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t be weird” you poke his side with your pen, he mirrors your action. Emily notices the two of you playing around, she calls for both of you. 

“Something you wanna share ?” 

“Just telling y/n how much like her shirt.” he smiles at Emily. 

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After watching 15 seasons of Criminal Minds, I have reached the conclusion that Spencer Walter Reid needs a hug and I’d like to give it to him

[thankyouivy]

BRO UR LATEST REID FIC WAS AMAZING, you have to write a second part where the team confront/tease Reid for forgetting to hang up his phone 🙏

THANK YOU!!! :]

i’m mixing this with another request I got for the morning after slick tongue.

I hope this is what you were looking for, ngl this was a challenge, which is why it took so long! (also my computer may have broken mid way through writing this so I finished it on my phone which means this is NOT properly proofread or edited OOPS)

ENJOY MY POOKIES <3

warnings: fluff with a bit of suggestiveness but nothing explicit.

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Sore - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Morning comes way faster than Spencer hoped it would.

His alarm goes off at 6am, the one he sets for when he's at home with you, that’s quiet enough so it won’t wake you up, but he can still hear it. He reaches over and turns it off, eyes adjusting to the dark room and then turns and gazes at you, still sleeping peacefully.

Your head is rested on his shoulder, nose buried in his neck, and one leg hitched over both of his. You’re practically laying on top of him, getting as close as humanly possible. He smiles lovingly at you and places a delicate kiss on your cheek before carefully slipping his arm out from under you and scooting off the bed, a skill he has picked up since you started dating. He makes his way to the bathroom to shower and get ready, keeping the bedroom lights off to let you continue sleeping.

You are awoken from your sex-induced slumber by the sounds of the morning; your shower running, the morning doves singing outside, anddddd…. Spencer’s phone ringing. You lean over and grab it, checking the number and rubbing your eyes before answering.

“Hey, Penny,” You greet mid-yawn. “Oh my god! Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry! Where's Reid?” She asks quickly. you have a hard time understanding everything she’s saying, and you can tell she’s probably already had her morning coffee… or two.

“It’s alright! I was totally already awake. Spencer’s in the shower, he’ll be at the office in no time im sure.” You answer, sleep still apparent in your voice, with a hint of scratchiness from the strain Spencer caused to your vocal cords last night.

Penelope is saying something, but instead your mind floats to last night's events. You rub your hand over your neck and feel the slight soreness of bruises and the delicate ache in your core burns when you think about last night.

“Sorry - what?” You zone back in, squinting your eyes at the bright iphone screen in the dark room. “I know you got attended to last night, but you don’t have to keep rubbing it in our faces!” She teases and you feel your face heat up as you giggle at her.

You chat with Garcia for a minute before you hear the shower turn off and you suddenly remember why you're on the phone with her at 6 in the morning. “Sorry- what did you need me to tell Spencer?” you say, sitting up in bed.

“Oh yeah, your relationship is like my reality tv and we will be chatting more about your scandalous escapades later. But for now, can you tell him Hotch needs the final witness statements from the last case read over?” Garica answers. That entire sentence sounds like complete FBI gibberish but you get the general idea and promise to relay the info to Spencer before he leaves, and Garcia hangs up with a “Thanks, doll!”

The door to the bathroom opens and Spencer steps out with his toothbrush in his mouth. The light from the bathroom bleeds into the dark bedroom and it makes him look like a God. His hair is damp and messy, he's wearing a towel around his waist, his hips bones and happy trail completely on display. The light from behind him shows off his lightly defined muscles, lean body, and sharp jaw, and you feel yourself going bright red.

“Sorry, sugar, did I wake you up?” He says when he notices you’re sitting up in bed, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth. “No actually, it was Penelope.”

You smile as he walks over to your closet and starts picking up clothes. “What? Garcia called you?” He walks back to the bathroom with his clothes with him to finish brushing his teeth. “No, she called you. Told me to tell you that Hotch needs you to read the witness something-or-other?” You say, slipping out of bed and stretching your arms above your head. “Witness statements?” He asks, smiling at you through the door. “That’s it.”

You know you probably won't be able to fall asleep again after Spencer leaves, so you head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee after brushing your teeth. Spencer joins you in the kitchen about 10 minutes later, fumbling with his tie. You pass him your cup of coffee and take over, tying it neatly and adjusting his shirt collar as he takes a sip.

He places a kiss on your lips, holding your jaw to tilt your head up with his hand. “Want some breakfast?” you hum happily, arms wrapping around his neck. “Mhmm… maybe not the kind you’re thinking of, though.” He smirks, grabbing your waist to pull you closer and leaning down to kiss you again as you giggle.

“Tempting… but if you show up late again people are going to get suspicious. Plus, I’m still recovering from last night.” You mumble, grinning at him when he goans like a child being denied candy, and just continues kissing you.

When you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip and attempt to lick into your mouth, you pull away. “Mmmm, Spencer…you need to go…gonna be late…” you say in between pecks. He places one final kiss on your lips before grabbing his stuff and heading out the door with a quick “Bye, baby, have a good day, love you!”

There is something off about the team today.

Spencer can tell.

When he gets to the office, Morgan and Garica spot him immediately. Morgan has that proud-big-brother expression on his face, and pats Spencer on the back before plopping down in his chair, and Garica can’t keep that mischievous look off her face as she seats herself on a spare chair at Derek’s desk.

Spencer gives the pair a confused look, only for Morgan to chuckle at him. “So, nice time last night, Reid?” Morgan smirks.

“Yes, actually, how was the bar?” Spencer responds, confused by the pair’s strange mood, but still engaging in the usual morning small talk while reading over the witness statements like Hotch asked.

“It was fine, I’m sure your night was more eventful than ours, though,” Morgan and Garcia giggle at each other.

Spencer is sure he has never been more confused in his life, but passes it off as the pairs regular unusual banter.

Before he can ask what’s going on, JJ and Emily walk over with coffee, joining the group at their own respective desks.

“How was your night, Spencer?” Emily snickers into her coffee as JJ kicks her leg under her desk and covers her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her own smile.

“I- it was fine?” Spencer answers again.

“Just fine?” Another voice asks, as Rossi joins them, knowing smile on his face.

“Okay, enough, will someone please tell me what is going on? is there some new inside joke I missed?” Spencer breaks, the weirdness of the situation overriding his ability to multitask.

“Yes, my night was fine. It was normal, why are you all suddenly interested in what I do when I'm not at work?” Spencer squints inquisitively at them.

“Normal, huh?” JJ giggles, eyeing the rest of the girls, who join in. Spencer gives them a look, bringing a hand up to his face to massage his jaw.

“Something wrong with your jaw, Reid?” Rossi asks with a smirk on his face, and the entire group breaks into a fit of snickers.

“Yeah, it’s just a little sore from- wait.” He pauses, to look around at his friends. “What do you know and how do you know it?” Spencer asks, suspicion evident on his face when the snickers don’t stop.

“Listen, we all can’t be as tech-savvy as me!” Garica grins, and suddenly Spencer remembers. The expression that flashes across his face can only be described as pure terror as he whips out his phone and checks his call history.

Penelope Garica [BAU]

Mobile phone - 2014/01/19

Call Length: 27:34

“Shit.”

Spencer glows bright red as the realization hits him like a truck, the laughs from the team getting impossibly louder as he hides his face in his hands.

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