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

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

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

Emily: Define “emergency.”

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

Y/N: And you just… joined her?

JJ: I left you a granola bar!

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

Emily: We’ll buy you a new one.

Y/N: Not good enough.

JJ: Fine, two bars. Happy?

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

JJ: You’re lucky we love you.

Y/N: And don’t you forget it :).

i like the fics where reader is a member of the BAU's siblings/child

could you maybe write one like that

i'm giving you the choice of who/what relationship

Something angsty though reader gets injured or kidnapped or something

Happy ending obviously

Hurt comfort types stuff please 🙏

Agent Y/N Hotchner

Summary: Y/N Hotchner (Aaron Hotchner’s younger sibling) joined the team six months ago, after Aaron's retirement, Y/N found interest in the team when they got their hands on an old case file. Signing up for training, Y/N underestimated the responsibility of being on the BAU team.

Work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64296616

The warehouse smelled of oil and rust, the air thick with dust that settled on their skin like a second layer. JJ, Tara, and Y/N Hotchner had been searching for an escape route when the unsub, an unhinged, paranoid survivalist, had slammed a metal door shut behind them, locking them inside.

"Shit," JJ hissed, immediately reaching for her radio, but all they got was static. The unsub must’ve jammed the signal.

"We need to find another way out," Tara said, scanning the room. The only exit was the locked door and a boarded-up window near the ceiling. "If we stay put, he might come back, but if we make noise, he might just—" Before she could finish, Y/N spotted movement from the shadows. The unsub lunged.

Instinct took over. Y/N moved fast, trying to dodge his attack, but he was bigger, stronger, and caught them by the arm, yanking them off balance. She twisted in his grip, but the force sent them crashing to the ground, their left shoulder slamming against the concrete at a terrible angle.

A sharp, white-hot pain shot through their body. Y/N let out a rough, broken scream, their breath catching as agony swallowed them whole.

"Y/N!" JJ and Tara’s voices overlapped, their footsteps rushing toward them.

The unsub took a step back, breathing heavily, but instead of running, he sneered down at Y/N. "Should've stayed down, girl." JJ didn’t hesitate.

One shot.

The crack of the gunshot echoed in the warehouse as the bullet tore into the unsub’s chest. He staggered, eyes widening in shock before crumpling to the ground. JJ kept her gun raised, breathing heavy, her jaw tight. "You okay?" she asked Tara without looking away from the unmoving body.

Tara was already at Y/N’s side, pressing a steadying hand against their uninjured shoulder. "Y/N, talk to me," she urged, voice calm but firm. Y/N panted through the pain, their body curling in on itself. "Shoulder—" she rasped. "It’s—"

"Dislocated," Tara finished for them, carefully running a hand over the injury. Y/N flinched violently, a strangled noise escaping their throat.

JJ slowly approached the unsub, toeing his gun away before kneeling down to check his pulse. Two fingers pressed against his neck, waiting, nothing. She exhaled sharply, eyes dark. "He's dead." Without another glance, she turned back to Y/N. Y/N groaned, their body shifting slightly, sending a fresh wave of pain searing through their shoulder. "Fuck—"

"I know," JJ murmured, immediately kneeling beside them. She reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "I know, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Tara stood, scanning the dimly lit warehouse. "We can’t just leave them like this. I need to find something to splint their shoulder, keep it stabilized." JJ nodded, her focus on Y/N as Tara moved through the space, rummaging through rusted shelves and discarded crates.

"J… hurts," Y/N whimpered, their breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. JJ’s fingers curled around Y/N’s good hand. "I know, honey. I know. But I’m right here. We’re gonna get you through this." JJ shifted slightly, allowing Y/N to lean against her chest.

She could feel the unsteady rise and fall of Y/N’s breathing, the tremors wracking their body. "Just focus on me, okay? What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get out of here?" Y/N exhaled shakily, their forehead pressing into JJ’s shoulder. "Shower… maybe s-sleep forever," she mumbled weakly.

JJ huffed a soft laugh. "Yeah? Sounds like a plan. I’ll even make you coffee in the morning."

"C-coffee…" Y/N breathed, the thought almost too far away to care about, but it still brought a small, appreciative smile to their lips. Tara returned a minute later, a wooden plank and some torn fabric in her hands. "This'll have to do until we can get them out of here."

JJ helped shift Y/N slightly, but even the smallest movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through their body. Y/N moaned low in their throat, eyes squeezing shut as their head fell back against JJ’s shoulder.

"You’re doing so good," JJ whispered, pressing her lips to Y/N’s temple. "Just a little longer, okay?" Tara worked quickly, binding Y/N’s arm as gently as she could. "It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep it stable." She met Y/N’s pain-glazed eyes. "You hanging in there?"

Y/N gave a small, tired nod. "Barely." JJ adjusted her hold on Y/N, wrapping an arm around their back to support them. "I’ve got you," she murmured. The minutes stretched into an eternity. JJ and Tara kept talking to them, keeping them awake.

JJ rubbed slow, comforting circles into their back, whispering soft reassurances. Tara kept checking their pulse, making sure she wasn’t slipping too far into the pain. "You’re a tough one, Hotchner," Tara mused, her tone light despite the tension. Y/N huffed a weak chuckle. "Runs in the family."

"Yeah, I know." Tara kept a careful eye on Y/N as her voice softened. "You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta keep you talking, all right? Let’s take your mind off the pain." Y/N nodded, their throat tight. "I don’t know if I can."

"Yes, you can," JJ insisted, brushing her hand over Y/N’s damp forehead. "You’ve got this, just talk to us. Tara, make them talk. Anything." Tara raised her brows, a playful glint in her eyes. "Okay, okay. Fine, let’s see… You ever think about going skydiving, Hotchner?" Y/N let out a weak breath. "Skydiving? Are you crazy?"

Tara grinned. "Well, you’ve gotta die somehow, right? Might as well be in a way that makes people say, ‘Man, they were brave.’" Y/N laughed weakly, but it was enough to draw out another strained but genuine smile. "I’m more of a stay-on-the-ground kind of person."

JJ smiled, continuing her gentle ministrations. "You and me both." The sound of approaching sirens finally broke the silence. JJ exhaled in relief, her grip tightening around Y/N.

"They’re here," she whispered. Y/N let out a shaky breath, their body trembling against JJ. "You did good, kid," JJ murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their hair. "You did real good."

The warehouse door was kicked open, a burst of voices flooding inside. "FBI! Hands where we can see them!" Emily’s voice. Tara stood immediately, signaling to the team. "We’re clear! Unsub’s down... Y/N’s hurt!"

Boots pounded against the concrete floor as their team rushed in, led by Emily, Luke, and Rossi. Emily’s eyes swept the room, landing on JJ and Y/N, her expression shifting from hardened focus to sharp concern.

JJ barely looked up. "She needs a medic... now." Emily knelt beside them, her hand grazing Y/N’s uninjured arm. "Hey, kid," she said gently. Y/N groaned in response, their head rolling weakly against JJ’s shoulder.

"She needs help Em," JJ murmured. "She’s exhausted." The paramedics arrived next, their med bags already unzipped. "What are we looking at?"

"Left shoulder dislocation," Tara answered, stepping back to give them space. "She took a hard fall." One of the medics knelt, assessing Y/N’s arm with careful hands. "We’ll get them on a stretcher, stabilize the joint, and give them something for the pain."

Y/N whimpered when they moved them. JJ ran a soothing hand over their hair. "I got you," she whispered. "Just breathe, sweetheart." Emily’s gaze flicked to JJ, catching the rare softness in her eyes. She knew JJ cared about Y/N, hell, they all did, but this? This was different.

JJ had spent an hour holding Y/N together, keeping them from breaking under the pain. That kind of care wasn’t just professional. It was personal. The medics got Y/N secured, an oxygen mask over their nose, an IV slipping into their arm to deliver pain relief. The tension in their body finally started to ease.

JJ stood, hesitating for only a second before squeezing Y/N’s fingers once more. "I’ll be right behind you, okay?" Y/N’s eyelids fluttered, a ghost of a nod. As the stretcher rolled out, Emily turned to JJ. "You okay?" JJ let out a breath, her eyes trailing after Y/N. "I will be."

Emily studied her for a beat before nodding. "Let’s get them to the hospital."

- - -

The hospital room was bright, too bright, the overhead lights casting a sterile glow over the pale blue walls. Y/N lay on the exam table, their body finally beginning to relax as the drugs coursed through their system.

JJ stood beside them, one hand wrapped around Y/N’s as the doctors and nurses moved efficiently around them, preparing to reset their shoulder. "You’re doing great, kid," JJ murmured, her thumb tracing small circles against Y/N’s skin. "Just a little longer."

Y/N blinked slowly, their pupils dilated, their lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. "Alright," the doctor announced, positioning himself at Y/N’s side. "We’re gonna get that shoulder back in place. You might feel some pressure."

Y/N let out a breath, their gaze flicking up to JJ, "Stay?" JJ’s heart clenched. "I’m not going anywhere," she promised. The doctor nodded at the nurse, who adjusted the IV drip, pumping more painkillers into Y/N’s system.

JJ could see the drugs taking hold, the tension in Y/N’s muscles easing, their expression softening, their blinks growing slower. The doctor gave JJ a small look of warning before he took hold of Y/N’s arm, rotating it gently. Y/N whimpered, a small, pained sound escaping their lips, their fingers weakly squeezing JJ’s hand.

JJ leaned closer. "I know, sweetheart. Almost done."

A swift movement, a deep pop...

And then it was over.

Y/N let out a slow exhale, blinking up at JJ with glassy eyes. "Did you see that?" she mumbled, voice slurring. "My arm just—boom—" she wiggled their fingers lazily, "back in place." JJ bit back a smile, brushing her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. "Yeah, I saw."

Y/N grinned, slow and sleepy, "I feel great. I love drugs. I should dislocate stuff more often." JJ snorted, "Let’s not make a habit of that, okay?" Y/N just giggled, their head lolling slightly to the side. "You're so pretty."

JJ huffed a quiet laugh. "You’re definitely high."

"Maybe," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re still pretty." JJ shook her head, smiling as she brushed a damp strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead.

The door burst open seconds later, and the rest of the team rushed in. Rossi, Tara, Luke, and Emily all crowded around the bed, their faces a mix of concern and relief. "How’s she doing?" Emily asked, her sharp eyes immediately scanning Y/N’s face.

JJ smirked. "She’s high as hell." Y/N blinked sluggishly at the new arrivals, their face lighting up when she spotted Emily. "Boss lady!" she greeted with a bright, dopey grin. Emily arched an eyebrow. "That’s me." Y/N nodded sagely, squeezing JJ’s hand. "Did you know… that JJ is so pretty?"

JJ sighed. "Oh god, we’re back to this." Luke grinned. "I like high Y/N. She’s affectionate." Y/N’s head lolled toward him. "Luuuuke," she drawled. "You’re so... so... tall." He chuckled. "Can’t argue with that." Rossi stepped closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. "How’s the shoulder, kid?"

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before whispering, as if revealing a great secret, "Attached." The whole team laughed. Even Rossi let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s good," Tara said, amused. "Let’s keep it that way."

Y/N nodded solemnly before their eyes drifted down to where JJ’s hand was still in theirs. She patted it clumsily. "This... is my emotional support JJ." JJ groaned, but the team lost it, laughter echoing through the small hospital room.

"You’re not wrong," Emily said, shooting JJ a teasing glance. Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning their head back against the pillows. "I love you guys." Tara chuckled. "You’re gonna regret saying that when you sober up." Y/N’s face scrunched up.

"Nope. I mean it. You’re all my bestest friends." She turned to Emily, their eyes shining with exaggerated sincerity. "Even you, boss lady. Even though you’re scary sometimes." Emily smirked. "That’s fair." Luke shook his head, grinning. "I should record this."

Y/N gasped. "Nooo." She clutched JJ’s hand dramatically. "JJ, protect me!" JJ rolled her eyes but gave Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, alright. No recordings." Y/N exhaled in relief before their gaze landed on Tara. "Taraaa," she drawled. "You were so cool back there. Like a doctor. You should be a doctor."

Tara laughed. "I’ll consider it." Y/N nodded. "Good. You’d be great." Rossi smirked. "I think the painkillers are wearing off." Y/N pouted. "Nooo. I like being floaty." Emily shook her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Y/N groaned, already feeling the first hints of exhaustion creeping in. "Ugh. Future me’s problem." JJ smiled softly, brushing her thumb over Y/N’s knuckles. "Alright, enough excitement. You need to rest."

Y/N sighed but nodded, their eyelids already drooping. "Okay. But only 'cause you said so, emotional support JJ."

The team chuckled again, the weight of the day finally beginning to ease as Y/N drifted off to sleep, still holding onto JJ’s hand.

what are your request guidelines? :3

Truthfully, I don’t really have any. I’ve only ever received two fic requests that I’ve turned down, and I turned them down based on pairings and certain kinks.

I typically write for Criminal Minds and Marvel, and have recently started dabbling in smut so I’ve written a lot more requests than I would have if you’d asked me a few months ago. 🙂

So, it always depends, for now I don’t have any, but I’ll start thinking and maybe I’ll make a post of guidelines for future requests. But for now…

Request anything you’d like to see, and if I refrain from writing it, I’d let ya know!

😁

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

(two things can be true)

how have you been lately??

Good! I’ve now, 100%, moved in! It’s been a wild ride, and I apologise to the readers for both Wylix and M_Wylix for the delays on chapters and fics!

Thank you!

How have you been? 😊

Can i PLEASE GET MORE PENELOPE X READER PLZ

grumpy x sunshine

jealousy

smut

fluff

A Drink, A Smile and A Rescue…

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

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

Words: 4000

A Drink...

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

But through it all, Penelope Garcia was tense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- - -

A Smile...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Rescue... (A few days later...)

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

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

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

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

"Honeybear?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And... God, Y/N melted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Penelope beamed. "You know it, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You wanna talk about it?"

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

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

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

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