Agent Y/N Hotchner

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.

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This might be a stupid question but how do you DM somebody on Tumblr??

It’s under the activity button, so if you hit the activity button and then look to the top of your screen, there should be a little button for Messages! There should be a little blue button in the bottom right hand corner to make a new message with someone!

Not a stupid question at all, I’m happy to help!

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4 months ago

IF U STILL WRITE FOR JENNIFER JAREAU PLS MAY I REQUEST ONE BASED ON THR CLAIRO (i think? SONG WHERE IT GOES she’s so prettyyy when she goes down on me

I hope you like it! If there’s anything else you’d like or something changed, perhaps I can make it into a 2 chapter piece! Let me know!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62033248


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1 week ago

how quickly do u put ur stuff on Ao3

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

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

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

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


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1 week ago

would u write m-preg

Probably not! It’s not something I’m well versed in and I’d hate to misinterpret or write something that may not be accurate! Sorry! But thank you for asking and I hope you accept my apologies! 🙂❤️


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3 months ago

oh thank you thank you thank you

it's exactly what i needed

much love to you and your family

(penelopexreader anon requester)

I’m glad you enjoyed it! Let me know if you’d ever want to see another one!!


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1 week ago

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!

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1 week ago

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

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

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

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1 week ago

SOFT LAUNCH

Of? I’m gonna need some more details, otherwise I might think I’m in a relationship that I don’t know of! 😂

Is there a specific character? Or pair? Or even fandom? That you’re looking for?

Let me know! 🙂🤔

3 months ago

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

I need more in my life there's not enough

Something cute fluffy cuddly maybe

grumpy x sunshine

established relationship

BANTER

Maybe reader meeting to the BAU team

(reader is not a part of the BAU) ďżź

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

It's on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63243358

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Or on Tumblr here: (2277 Words)

6 Months Ago...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Present Day...

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

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

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

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

"Obviously."

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

"So, do you want me to meet them?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s a trade secret."

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

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

"Okay, I love them together."

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

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

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

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

Garcia sighed dreamily. "That too."

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

Life was so good.


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4 months ago

Chapter 11 of Emily’s Anger is out Readers!! Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/159189316


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