Agent Y/N Hotchner

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!

If not, I’ve always got discord! wylixao3

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

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! 😊

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! 🙂❤️

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!!

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!

😁

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

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

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

Super sorry!

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! 🙂🤔

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

I need more in my life there's not enough

Something cute fluffy cuddly maybe

grumpy x sunshine

established relationship

BANTER

Maybe reader meeting to the BAU team

(reader is not a part of the BAU) 

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

It's on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63243358

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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.

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

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