SOFT LAUNCH

New chapter of Emily's Anger out now! Let me know what you think!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/157001194#workskin

yes superman and batman 😁

i just want a fluffy one shot

(post identity reveal)

with the whole fam

banter

A Movie Day…

It was a rare day off for the Justice League. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, long-time friends and partners in more ways than one, decided to make the most of the afternoon by inviting their closest allies over for a movie marathon. The mood was relaxed, far from the usual chaos of the world-saving they were accustomed to.

Bruce, ever the perfectionist, had already set the living room up to perfection, soft, overstuffed pillows scattered on the couch, dim lighting, and blankets that practically invited people to sink in and forget about the outside world. The projector was already set up, ready to play whatever movies they decided on.

Clark, as always, brought the snacks. He’d used his speed to gather a whole variety of things, making sure everyone’s favorites were covered. Pizza, popcorn, chocolate, and even a few healthier options (just to appease Bruce’s tendency to stress about healthy eating).

Barry Allen was the first to arrive, his usual cheerful energy filling the room. He dropped onto the couch with a laugh, immediately reaching for the bowl of popcorn that Clark had placed in the middle of the table.

“Got the snacks all ready to go?” Barry asked with a grin.

Clark chuckled, sitting next to him. “You know it, Barry. We’re going all out today. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of pizza left for you.

Diana Prince came in next, her presence calming, yet powerful. She smiled softly as she removed her boots, a knowing look passing between her and Bruce. It was clear she was looking forward to some downtime as much as everyone else. Arthur Curry followed close behind, his laid-back, salty demeanor filling the space as he threw an arm around Diana’s shoulders, dropping onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh.

“This is what I needed,” Arthur said with a smirk, sprawling across the floor. “A break from being the king of Atlantis to being a couch potato.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward as he settled in, snuggling up to Clark, who immediately draped an arm around him. “You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable,” Bruce teased. “But don’t ruin the couch cushions.”

“Relax, B, I’ve got it under control,” Arthur said, waving him off.

The room was filled with the soft sound of laughter as the group settled into place. Diana and Barry nestled into the cushions, while Clark and Bruce found a comfortable spot on the couch, cozy beneath the blankets.

They started with an old classic superhero movie, something lighthearted that didn’t require much thought. Bruce, as always, was meticulously focused on the details of the film, while Clark couldn’t help but laugh at how serious his boyfriend was about it.

Diana leaned against Barry, who was already halfway through the popcorn, sharing a few jokes and comments about how they could do things differently. Arthur, ever the cynic, grumbled at the portrayal of the hero on screen.

“I mean, honestly,” Arthur muttered, “they really messed up the character.”

Clark’s laughter was genuine, nudging Bruce playfully. “See? Even the king of Atlantis can’t escape the occasional bad portrayal.”

“Maybe,” Bruce said, his voice low, “but I’m pretty sure we could do better if we were in charge.”

It was moments like these, when the weight of the world wasn’t on their shoulders, that they felt truly free. As the movie played on, Barry and Diana quietly started to drift off to sleep, their soft breathing filling the space, while Arthur dozed with his head resting against the couch.

Bruce and Clark, the two pillars of the group, simply enjoyed the warmth of each other’s presence. It was a rare, precious moment, a time to recharge, to laugh, to feel safe, and to love. No villains to fight, no crises to resolve, just each other and the simple joy of being together.

The day passed in a haze of cozy cuddles, whispered jokes, and shared snacks. Even Batman, who never truly let his guard down, found solace in the companionship of his friends, and in the quiet, comforting embrace of Clark Kent.

Hope you liked it! :))

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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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.

influx of requests and i'm pretty sure half was from me im sorry 😭

That’s all okay! Just wanted to make sure you knew it’d take me a while :)

Quick post, chapter 12 of Emily’s Anger is out! Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/159342865

Final Chapter is out!

It’s getting juicy…

Chapter 1 of The Big Question, out now!

Thank you readers for the love on my last fic, I’m glad you both cried to it and loved it!

Quick update! Chapter 7 is out! New chapters will slow down after this one.. going through a bit of a rough time! But enjoy, let me know what you think.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61419313/chapters/158635573

The Carnival Fair!

Thanks for the mention!

Hi

Have u written a story where they take Henry or maybe if not both kids with there daughter carried by jj , to a fair and and ace takes in one of those rigged shooting games and the guy running it is over cocky thinking that she has no chance, so ace asks Henry what prize he wants and he decides on the biggest one there. Of course ace wins it wiping the smug look of the guys face. Emily and jj are insanely turned on but before they can even think of that Henry does something really sweet and gifts the prize to his sister

Ur writing is amazing

I haven’t written that but @anything-pov definitely wrote that for their Ghost series! Check it out.

me: I write for myself, not validation

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

(two things can be true)