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reidsaurora · 7 months

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🧁🧁 Emmy!!!!🧁🧁 I would like to order a Leo Baby Birthday Cake for the event! Character: Penelope Prompt: "You bought me flowers?"

this took me freaking forever but i finally came up with a concept that i think turned out very cute so i hope you enjoy!

"Such A Lovely Bride" ~ P. Garcia

pairing: penelope garcia x gn!reader

summary: just a cute little blurb about matching halloween costumes with penelope 🫶🏻

word count: 454

content warning: not really a warning but reader does wear a suit. i tried to write this as gender neutral as possible so no pronouns are used. other than that, i don't think there are any warnings! this is mostly just fluff.

genre: fluff, spooky fluff 🎃

based on the prompt: "you bought me flowers?" + penelope garcia

extra notes: i watched corpse bride for the first time the other night so that's why i decided to write this lol! sorry this took so freaking long to come out, i have had zero inspiration lately but i hope you enjoy! also yes i did name this after a Taylor lyric, everyone can fight me. also also the dividers are by @anlian-aishang!

beta read by: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u, my dear)

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Everything about it felt off. From the button up that tugged at your neck to the loafers pinching your toes, everything felt unnatural. There was no way you were going to survive this all night, but when the beautiful woman that is Penelope Garcia opened the front door to her apartment, all those uncomfortable feelings floated right away, along with all the breath in your lungs.

Her hair was curled in loose ringlets, cascading down her back. It was like a luscious waterfall of blonde, the tips a frosty blue. What looked to be a vintage wedding dress hugged her in all the right places, detailed with blue lace and pearls that only complemented the rest of her appearance. Her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes were just the icing on the cake. The only thing she was missing was the bouquet of flowers, which you would be happy to provide… when you finally remembered how to speak.

"You look quite dashing yourself," she giggled at your stunned appearance.

You forced yourself up for air, suddenly remembering the bouquet behind your back. "I got you these," you managed, throat still dry. "Derek told me you liked gerbera daisies so I-"

Her face lit up like a child's on Christmas, promptly taking the bouquet from your shaky hands. "You bought me flowers?"

"You couldn't be the Corpse Bride without them," you stammered. With every word you spoke, you just felt like you were embarrassing yourself even more, so instead, you made a mental note to be as quiet as possible, only speaking when necessary.

Penelope shook her head, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she lifted the flowers to her nose. She took in the smell, her content expression and blushing smile finding a way to tug at your heart despite the anxiety coursing through you. "You bought me flowers," she reiterated, her voice raised nearly a whole octave in excitement. "No one has ever done that for me before."

A soft smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. You blew out a nervous breath, your anxiousness seemingly melting away. "Well, they should do it more often."

"Nonsense," she insisted, leaning over to leave a gentle kiss on your cheek. "With you around, I don't want anyone else to even think about giving me flowers."

Your lips brushed softly against her forehead, taking in that familiar aroma and aura of Penelope. She always knew exactly what to say to help calm your nerves and this was no exception. Your previous state of panic was long gone now, replaced by a sense of comfort that you seemed to feel only in her presence.

"You know what, my lovely corpse bride? I like that idea too."

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ro-presents-penelopegarciashorts · 7 months

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penelope garcia x stud!reader

jus reader and penelope. brief encounter with unnamed florist. brief mention of kevin.

After not having been able to spend quality time with your girlfriend for two weeks, you plan something special to remind her of what she means to you.

Pure Fluff

Established relationship. Mentions of lust and arousal, hints of future smut. Vague mentions of insecurity. No use of Y/N.

2.1k WORDS

You haven't seen your girlfriend, Penelope, for two weeks. Not really. Sure, the two of you shared a bed, but you guys never got home around the same time. Especially not with both of your jobs being kind of hectic right now. When you got home sometimes, Penelope was already soundly asleep. When you woke, she was already gone. Then, there were times where that pattern was reversed, but it all just depended on what was going on at you guys' respective jobs. That said, you two had been in this share a bed only space for a little over a month now, and it was really starting to drive you both crazy.

Things had calmed down at your job a bit. You guys had wrapped up a big project a few days ago, and the post-project chaotic buzz was finally starting to wear off. Penelope had texted you today, informing you that her team had just wrapped their latest case, and that there was a chance she could be home by seven tonight. That was when the gears in your head begin to turn.

Able to leave work early, you had headed straight to the grocery store, bought all the ingredients for her favorite dinner. Now, you were at a flower shop. There was this surprise arrangement that she liked that you did for her. It always consisted of her favorite flower being dominating with other pretty, unfamiliar flowers sprinkled in. She liked to look up the meaning of the flowers later.

"Excuse me, I need flowers," you says and the woman gives you a smile that politely says obviously, and you continue for clarification, "My bad. What I mean is, I need a bouquet that tells a specific emotional story, conveys a message, really."

"Mkay," the woman nods, "And, what would you like your flowers to say?"

"I love you, I've missed you. It's an honor to be with you. I'm so proud of you and the work you do," you say with ease. Never is it hard to pinpoint of verbalize your feelings for your girlfriend. Maybe in the beginning, but after four years, you've gotten more attached to your own emotions and thus, more expressive. "Um, just a giant thank you for being who she is, and for choosing me, choosing us every day, and throw in a good chunk of daffodils because those are her favorites. I also want it to be as colorful as she is, really bright and beautiful."

"Love, longing, pride and admiration and gratitude," she murmurs to herself as she writes in a little notepad. She looks back up at you, "And, as bright, beautiful and colorful as she is, and who is the she in question, for reference?"

Your eyes light up as you pull out your phone. It's easy enough to find a photo of her. Penelope is both your lockscreen and your phone screen, and she happens to take up about 75% percent of your camera roll. You show her a slew of photos, finding yourself sharing the memories behind each. God, did you miss actually spending time with her.

"Beautiful smile," the worker compliments your girlfriend as you pull your phone away.

"I know, huh?" And, your smile is gleaming with pride. She finds it cute, how in love you are. She takes you around the store then. Showing you various flowers that fit all of your requirments. It's hard to choose, to narrow it down. Before you've realized it, your bouquet has turned into an arrangement. But, it's fine. More money than you had anticipated spending, but you want to make her melt when she gets home tonight, and money is but a small sacrifice.

You head straight home afterward. It's difficult, sometimes, to pinpoint when Penelope will be home. The romantic dinner set up has to be done before then, so there's no room in your time schedule to make any other stops. When you get home, you jump straight into the set up, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect for when Penelope comes home.

Which doesn't happen. You're only about a quarter of the way finished with your meal by the time she gets home, but you did set up. So, when she walks through the door of you guys' home, you hear a delighted squeal of awe at how beautiful everything looked. Turning the stove down, you dash out of the kitchen, shouting in a frantic dismay, pleading for her to close her eyes and cover them. When you reach her, her eyes are still open and she's got the most adorable confused expression on her face.

"My surprise," you say, covering her eyes for her as you begin to guide her to you guys' bedroom, "for you is incomplete, and I don't want you to see anything else until I am completely ready so you can't be up here," you inform her, nudging the bedroom door open with your foot. When you've guided her to the bed, you gently push her down. You grab a pin. "Look into the pen."

She giggles, "I'm looking." You click the pen, and playing along, she blinks, mimicking confusion rather well minus the smile in her eyes. "Where am I? How did I get here?" She asks, unable to stop her giggles from escaping her yet again. You smile, loving her a little bit more now for having played along with your mind wiping pen, Men in Black reference without so much as a second thought. You really didn't think it was possible for you to have a better girlfriend.

You lean down and kiss her before dashing out of the room. "I'll come back for you when everything is ready!"

She swoons, watching you sprint back to the front. You were quite possible the sweetest person she's ever known. If not that, you were definitely the sweetest, most kind person she had ever dated. If you were going to go out of your way to surprise her, she would do a little something to surprise you as well. While you work on your preparations, she pulls out your favorite dress of hers. She showers her day away before slipping into it and redoing her hair and make up, wearing your favorite piece of lingrie underneath. She didn't know what you had in store, but she wanted you to fall to your knees the next time you saw her.

After some time, you finished up cooking the meal. Taking your time, you were so careful how you set the table, about making sure you set out the forks and such the correct way. It was never something you personally remembered; you'd had to google. Penelope wouldn't be able to tell, either. If the placements were correct or not. but every time you guys had ever gone to one of those fancy restaraunts that care about placements like that, she always got excited about how nice everything was. She always commented on the silverware, and it was always so precious to you. So, yeah, you made sure to get it right. You were also extremely careful about the presentation of the food as you fix you guys' plates. She liked to take pictures so you wanted it to be picture perfect. When you were satisfied with your efforts, you make good on your promise to go back and get her.

Upon opening your bedroom door, you see Penelope, examining herself in the mirror, wearing that dress that makes your knees go weak. The one that's in your favorite color, the one that hugs her curves and highlights the beauty of her shape in the most heavenly of ways. The one that does absolute wonders for her cleavage. The one that makes you damn near drool, makes you want to drop to your knees and have a different kind of meal. As your eyes trail back upward to meet her eyes, you find her smirking at the unabashed lust in your eyes. You pull yourself together. You want tonight to be so much more than just about sexual intimacy, and you had put so much energy into preparing everything to give her a full experience. You've waited weeks. You could a bit longer. You clench your jaw and clear your throat.

Extending your arm for her to take, "M'lady, your dinner awaits."

Coming forward to you, she takes your hand and kisses your cheek. Continuing to hold her hand, you wrap free arm around her waist and start to guide her down the hall. Eyes uncovered this time, she gasps in wonderment at the bright, white Christmas lights you've hung in arches in the hall way. She loves the face that she's walking on rose petals, even if they are fake ones. She swoons at how you've turned the entire apartment into a romantic wonderland on a random weekday, for no reason at all. The more she takes it all in, the more anxious she finds herself to repay you later on tonight. Reaching the kitchen, the first thing she sees is the arrangement you had made acting as a centerpiece.

She squeezes your hand, "Oh my God," she gushes, "They're so lucious and so so beautiful!"

You feel your heart flutter in your chest at the sound of her joy. Buying her flowers and plants was a big thing for you. You always stressed over it so much because you knew how much she valued plant life and pretty things. You'd yet to gift her a plant, bouquet or flower arrangement that she didn't like, but a part of you still held your breath until she saw it every time.

"I have a card of the names of all the flowers in the arrangement on it." You tell her and she looks at you with the softest eyes. "I know how you like to look up the meanings for yourself later." You add, as the two of you get closer to the table. When you guys are close enough, you let her go so you can pull out her chair. as your doing this, she leans in to smell the arrangement. With her chair pulled out, you help her sit before pushing her chair back in, pouring her a glass of wine before doing the same for yourself at taking your seat.

"Ooh!" she exclaims, "How fancy!" And you smile, not even having to look at her to know she's referencing the silverware placements. "And, dinner smells amazing, baby, thank you."

You shrug, downplaying your efforts, "I just wanted to do a little somethin' for you."

"A little something?" She asks, eyebrows raised, giggling, "Baby, you've turned our home into a five star dining experience." She notes, squinting just a little, "What is all this?"

"Nothing really," you answer, "I've just missed you a lot, and I wanted to do something for you."

Penelope all but melts in her chair. She doesn't think she'll ever say it outloud, because she's ashamed of the thought, but for a while, she thought Kevin was as good as she was ever going to get. Even after they broke up. But, then, she met you, and sometimes, she still feels like you aren't really.

"Where did you come from?"

"I materialized from your sweetest dreams," is your answer with a grin.

She snorts, playfully, "I couldn't have imagined you if I tried. You, my love, are more magical than unicorns."

Your smile widens, "I think that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

The two of you start in on your meal after that, and she moans at the first bite. You guys talk, really talk for the first time in two weeks, catching up on all things new. You talk about work, but not about any of the dark or boring parts, no. You two keep it light, tell each other about the new gossip updates in your respective offices. You've missed this more than you had realized. For a brief moment, your heartbreaks a little for people who don't get to experience what you two share.

"You know," she says with a light air of casualness, "I have a surprise for you of my own tonight." And, the implication is clear. It hangs heavy in the air as you resort to speechlessness in favor of sputtering your words. Penelope knew exactly what to do to make your brain melt out of your head, to take every bit of intellect in you and wash it away. That statement, in that dress, it takes all your effort to get through dinner. It's hard to focus on anything with your boxers becoming more increasingly soaked in anticipation of what she had in store for you later.

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ghostedcas · 10 months

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currently working on some of the asks in my ask box, i'll have at least one more request posted within the next hour. i have two more left after that that i'll have finished and posted by sunday evening so if your request isn't posted tonight then it will be soon i promise🫶

that said, here's a lil preview of a könig fic i'm working on:

based off of the song teddy bear syndrome by baby bugs

also requests are still open, so feel free to send some !! or if you just wanna drop an ask saying hi and talking about your day thats cool too :3 🖤

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Holding me close.

Penelope Garcia x GN!Reader.

Summary: After a bad case, making the reader have a nightmare on the jet, their girlfriend is there for them when they open up about their past. (Gender neutral reader, They/They pronouns)

Warning: Crying. Fluff. Family abuse. Family arrest. Mentally healthy, briefly mentioned. Nightmares. (If I’ve missed anything let me know)

Words: 2.3k

The case wasn’t overly long, but still long enough for you. A three day case, chasing an unsub who was hunting for older siblings of families, due to his own trauma. The unsub was unable to go for his own sibling, due to them being in prison already so he needed replacements. His sibling hurt and tormented him throughout his life, making the police have to get involved a few times so it's no surprise he wanted to get revenge at one point. Garcia working her magic as always, It didn’t take them long to get his name and address, after finalizing the profile. It took a day to find him, but the team managed to track him down and arrest him as he tried to dispose of his last victim.

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The whole team is now on the jet, finally on their way back home. The team seems to be in a happy mood for once, all play poker even Hotch agreeing to join in. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to join them, using the ‘I’m tired excuse’ as you make your way to the back of the jet, taking a seat all alone hoping to get some rest before you land. No one was buying your lie, but they let you go without an argument, having picked up on your behaviour in the past few days. This case seems to have hit you hard in a way they didn’t seem to understand. Hotch had to pull you off going into the field a couple of times, when he noticed you understanding and comparing yourself too often to the unsub behaviour. The team had even picked up on the fact you were avoiding Garcia a few times, which is extremely unusual for you, seeing as you two are in an unofficial official relationship. Keeping it unofficial for now, because once it's official and you officially have to tell the team you know Hotch will have to deal with paperwork and transfer one of you. You two did your best to keep it a secret and now the whole team just pretends not to know just to help out, even Hotch pretends, because he has never seen you two so happy before.

~~~

You end up falling asleep on the long flight home, falling into a nightmare. One that feels too real, one that isn’t even a proper nightmare. It's more like older memories flashing through your mind with your imagination playing into it, to make it worse. Your body is too exhausted to try and wake you up, when it realises it's in distress. Everything feels too real, the hands gripping on your body start shaking you instead of hitting. The voice screaming insults at you, starts turning to just yelling out your name instead. You're not sure what finally gets you to wake, but when you do it's with your eyes flying open accompanied with a scream. You're breathing heavily in panic, trying hard to get away from the tightness around your body.

“Hey, hey it's okay you're safe, it was just a nightmare” Hotch speaks softly, removing his hands off your arm. You stare up at him, forcing yourself to to calm down quickly, becoming embarrassed as your eyes scan the Jet. Noticing the team has stopped playing their game and everyones looking over at you worried.

“Shit.. I'm so sorry Hotch, I didn’t mean to disturbed you guys” Your voice is quiet, a little shaky as you sit up straighter, avoiding his eyes.

“It's okay, they happen, we all get them it's okay” He smiles weakly, crouching down beside you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, how long until we land?” You risk a small look over at him, knowing he can sense your distress and anxiety as you bounce your leg up and down.

“About 30 minutes, are you sure you're okay?” Hotch tilts his head at you, looking at your tear stained face. You don’t even seem to have noticed that you were crying out loud earlier. Hotch had noticed you were crying and whimpering for way too long before he could get you to wake up.

“I’ll be fine Hotch” Giving him a small smile, hoping it's enough to send him away. Apparently it is, because he nods in response and walks back over to the team. Allowing you to turn to the window staring out of it as you rethink the dream.

~~~

As the flight goes by the team lets you sit alone, knowing you need some space. JJ walks by giving you a cup of tea with a small smile, which you return with a quiet thanks. When the Jet finally lands, it's about two in the morning and everyone is itching to get home, climbing out of the jet quickly. You're one of the last to get out, following them all towards the SUV in the car park. It's not until you get closer do you realise that a certain car is parked right beside the SUV. Smiling softly as you see her leaning against the car, moving forward to hug Morgan who approaches her first.

“Thanks for calling Der” She whispers quietly. Pulling away as she sees you approach slowly, staying back slightly, not wanting to intrude on the best friends.

“Look after them baby girl” Morgan smiles. When he walks past you, he pats you gently on the shoulders before joining the rest of the team in the Suv.

“Hey” You smile weakly, walking towards her as she gives you a concerned look.

“Hey you” She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. No words are exchanged as she holds you, closing your eyes as you feel at home in her arms, feeling as if you can finally let go. A small sob escapes your mouth and before you can stop it, you're falling apart in her arms. Your body is shaking as the tears won’t stop coming, and for the first time in forever you're not forcing them to stop.

~~~

Penelope holds you close, one hand strokes through your hair, whisper calming, comforting words as you take your time to calm down. Eventually you pull away from her embrace looking up to her, gulping thickly as you search for words.

“I’m sorry, I ruined your top” You mutter out, knowing how stupid that sounds, looking at her top, spoiled with your tears.

“Oh don’t you dare my love, come on let's go home then we can talk if you feel up to it, okay?” She gives you a small smile, one that's full of love and understanding as she takes your hand, leading you to the car.

The ride back to her place is quiet, but comforting, your hands stay on her lap needing some physical contact. She smiles softly, placing her hand on yours when she can, having only seen you this clingy a couple of times, it still warms her heart knowing you let her in during rough times instead of disappearing off inside your own mind like you used to do. Once you're back at her place, you're the first one to go and have a shower, needing to wash the last few days off of you. Relaxing and becoming more human as you rejoice under the water, using your girlfriend's soap so you can smell her on you, missing her scent by being away from her for so long.

~~~

Once you come back out to the living room, having gotten dressed into some grey sweatpants and one of your girlfriends hoodies. Smiling to yourself as it smells like her, snuggling into it as you enter the living area, finding Penelope holding Sergio as she walks around the apartment, checking to make sure the place is locked up tight. You can’t help but smile as you watch her, the way she talks to Sergio kissing him on the head everytime she checks something. You can’t help but laugh softly as you watch Penelope call him a cute little boy before placing him down, turning around to find you leaning against the doorway watching him.

“Hey, that's my hoodie” Penelope smiles as she walks over to you.

“Well, I don’t have any here, plus I like this one” Smiling softly as you wrap your arms around her. “Come on we should go to bed” You place your face in her neck, taking in her scent which makes you extra sleepy.

“Not yet baby, come on come sit, because we need to talk before we go to bed you know that” Penelope sighs softly as she pulls away, taking your arm as she drags you to the couch earning a whine from you in protest.

“Pen, I just want to sleep please” You sigh, trying to protest as you flop down on the couch, beside her.

“No, because you haven't even mentioned what happened on the jet yet” Penelope exhales, turning to look at you.

“Well, I figured you knew Morgan obliviously told you” Grumbling under your breath, refusing to look at her crossing your arms in defence.

~~~

“He just told me that you needed me tonight, that something happened on the way home” She speaks matter of factly, her gaze faltering as she notices you tense up. “What happened, my love?”

There’s a moment of silence before you lift your head, your eyes filling with tears again as you look at her.

“Nightmare, I was crying, I woke up screaming and the whole team saw me” Your voice is full of embarrassment, your lips twitching as you try not to cry, again.

“Oh baby, that's okay, they would never judge you for that” She wraps her arm around your waist, knowing that's your fear. She knows one of your fears is opening up and letting people see your emotions, you never really told her why, but she could easily figure out why.

“I.. it was this case Pen, I understood this unsub so much, It scares me” Resting your head on her shoulder, taking a deep shaking breath.

“He was the youngest of three, his older sibling kept getting in trouble with law as they grew up, forcing him to be the good child as they all grew up, he was going through his own stuff as a kid but his parents never saw him struggling and his sibling hatred him because they thought he was perfect, he had to deal with all of his issues all by himself, I understood that to much” You couldn’t help but let the tears slide don as you speak, doing your best to keep your breathing even as you open up.

“Oh my love..” Penelope's eyes widened, knowing you had it rough, but not like this.

“I was all alone as my parents had to deal with my sibling issues, you know I've dealt with mental health problems since I was a child, my angel. But I had no one to turn to when I went through all of it, I became everyone escape goat for their anger, let it be my sibling punching bag all my parents to yell at it hurt… a a and at school it was no better not until I got to high school at least” Your body is shaking badly as you let the memorise replay in your mind no longer trying to fight against them. Falling into Penelope's arms, she pulls you close, holding you tightly as you cry into her arms, unsure what she can say to make it better.

“Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry, you deserve much better than that” She whispers, holding you close. Knowing the best thing she can do right now, Is hold you and allow you to feel your emotions.

“I don’t want to turn into him Penelope, I’m so angry but I don’t want to turn into him please” You cries pierce into her hurt. The guilt filled words make her push back her own tears.

“You're not him (Y/n) your not the unsub my love, you won’t hurt anyone like that baby” Her words seem to sink in slowly as she speaks, repeating the words as she notices they calm you down.

~~~

Awhile passes when you look up at her again, your head resting in her lap.

“I'm sorry, I don’t know why this hurts so much today” You look up at her feeling guilty.

“Don't you ever apologise to me, for opening up about your feelings” Penelope smiles, stroking your face softly. “I'm here for you, I will always be here for you whenever you need to talk or just a shoulder to cry on okay?” She smiles softly, meeting your sleepy eyes.

“Okay angel”

“Now I get why we don’t like your family” Penelope smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly, earning a faint smile from you.

“Yeah, but it's okay because I have you” Smiling up at her, stifling a yawn as you two just stare at each other for a bit.

“Now I think it's time for bed, my love” Penelope smiles, pulling you up with her, both of you making your way to her bed.

~~~

Once you guys manage to move Sergio a little bit, just enough so both of you can get in, snuggling up to each other.

“You know about you wearing my hoodie” Penelope smiles softly, as she feels you pull her closer.

“Yeah angel, what about it?” You smirk lightly.

“You would have your own hoodie and clothes here if you would just move in” Penelope mumbles into your shoulder as you kiss her forehead softly.

“Oh would I now, maybe that's what we should do this weekend” Laughing softly as you feel Penelope squeal into your body.

“Finally”

“Okay, now get some sleep please, I love you so much Penelope.”

“I love you to (Y/n)” Penelope whispers, pressing a small kiss to your neck before closing her eyes.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Puppy Kisses

Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.

Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer 🥰 I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k

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Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.

Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.

Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence. But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.

He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.

It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.

Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.

He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.

Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, you,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.

She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.

Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.

“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”

She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.

“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.

His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.

Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.

But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.

Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.

Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.

“You know… everything,” she muttered.

“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.

Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.

“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “… Now. Please.”

A smile crept over Luke’s face.

“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.

“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”

Luke stayed stubborn.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.

A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.

But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.

That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.

“What? Am I supposed to… do this?”

The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.

“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.

In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.

“It tickles!” she squealed.

“Does that mean I got it right?”

Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.

Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.

“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”

Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.

She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.

Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.

Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.

Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.

Luke groaned with an amused distaste.

“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.

To his joy, so did Penelope.

“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.

Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.

Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.

“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”

The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.

The pup remained at peace.

“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.

“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”

Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So… can I join in this pile of cuddles?”

His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.

“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.

“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.

Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.

With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.

He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.

Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.

He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.

“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”

“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”

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Penelope Garcia Masterlist

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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Hey, could I just request a Garcia x nb or gn!reader? R is a hacker cybercrime unit, is polar opposite to Garcia (not so much outgoing, kinda dark if you get what I mean lol), and BAU just being surprised because they never suspected it. Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night! <3

I hope this is too your liking! This was actually an amazing prompt and I absolutely loved writing it! There isn't enough Garcia content in the world so I'm always happy to write some! I broke things up into three parts so i could write a bit about how you met and everything too, I hope thats alright Warnings: Nothing really, mentions of alcohol, mentions of existentialism very briefly Word count: 1.6k

You and Penelope had been dating for a few months, but it was taking a while for you to feel comfortable with meeting her team; at least meeting them as he partner. You had seen the BAU in passing, obviously, often in the elevator as they were just a few floors above the cyber crime unit where you worked, but your limited interactions so far had gone not exactly well.

The last time the BAU needed the cyber crime unit’s help was actually how you and Penelope met. Your differences were immediately noticeable. Her bright clothes and fancy jewelry really stood out against your all-black ensemble. Cyber crime is no joke and their dress code let you know that. You didn’t mind it, as standing out wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but that’s what Penelope was all about. She was like a ray of sunshine. Immediately she wanted to be close to you, share her computer space, and gush over your Linux systems. She even offered to take you to lunch, which you reluctantly accepted. That lunch was the best thing that ever happened to you, and the two of you had been dating ever since. The rest of the case was not as great.

You know how Penelope does that whole flirting thing with her coworkers? Yeah, well, your quips usually come out a little more existential than endearing. When Reid had to sit down for a while after your comment on the inherent amoral nature of the universe and the random assignment of meaning and value that people have given action and identity, you didn’t think they were stoked on having you around. You couldn’t wait to get back to cyber crimes either.

With that said, Penelope was very important to you, and you would do absolutely anything to make her happy.

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Penelope’s birthday was coming up and she was super excited. You were over at her place for a movie date one night when you could hear her talking to Morgan on the phone in the other room. They seemed to be discussing details about the party he was planning with Rossi, and it really caught you off guard.

“So, sweet cheeks, I actually have someone you need to add to that guest list of yours… Yeah it’s a little bit of a surprise…okay well all I can tell you is that they are very special to me, and I want them to meet all of you for real, as my family.” Immediately you rushed over to your girlfriend trying to get her to pause the phone call. Penelope struggled to swat you away, which ended up turning into a full-on chase around her apartment. Still, she continued. “I may or may not be talking about my partner, but until the party you just put that out of that pretty little head of yours. Just make sure there’s a seat for them next to me at the table, okay I love you! Bye!”

Penelope slammed her phone down on the table a little too hard as she ended the call.

‘What was that about?” you started.

“I could say the same to you baby, do you not wanna come to my birthday party?” Garcia feigned upset; she is nothing if not dramatic.

“Of course, I want to be there, just, I know your friends don’t like me. And I’m not exactly the most enthused party guest, I’ll have no idea what to say or what to even do with my hands!”

“Your hands will be in mine the whole time,” she cooed as she pulled you closer to her. “They are going to love you because I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.”

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You did your best to put the party out of your head until you were walking up the driveway to Rossi’s mansion. In an attempt to dry your palms, you rubbed your hands down the front of your black jeans and smoothed out your shirt. Just as you were about to turn back to the car, Derek Morgan burst through the front door to greet Penelope, nearly picking her up with his hug.

“There’s my favorite birthday girl! Happy birthday, baby!” He said as he spun her around. As she came back to her original position next to you, Derek finally acknowledged you were here. “Hey, Y/n, right? From cyber crimes?” Morgan seemed incredibly confused as to why exactly you were here. You couldn’t tell if it was good or bad though.

“Yes! Derek, they are actually my partner and special guest for the night so be nice” Penelope said as she playfully nudged her best friend’s shoulder. His face immediately lit up upon learning the special place you had in Penny’s life.

“Well, it’s great to see you again, Y/n, and welcome! Let’s get the two of y’all inside now, it’s getting kinda chilly out here.” Derek stepped aside and let the two of you find your way through the front door. Almost sensing your anxiety like a superpower of hers, Penelope placed her hand in yours and led the way.

Rossi’s home was massive, much bigger than anything you had ever seen before. It almost made the team look smaller than it actually was in comparison. JJ and Emily were having a glass of wine in the kitchen with a man you assumed was JJ’s partner Will. Reid and two little boys were sat on the floor with some crayons at the coffee table, coloring in what looked like Spider-man coloring books. Hotch watched the three of them fondly with a whiskey in hand as he and Rossi chatted away on the couch.

“So, I know you’ve met the team, but that in the kitchen is Will, and those two little boys are Henry, who is JJ and Will’s son, and Jack who is Hotch’s son,” Penelope explained before the room had noted your presence. The second everyone saw Penny walk in, though, they were all over her, showering her in hugs and affection. You let yourself be pushed to the side, not wanting to get caught in all the hugging and touching quite yet.

“Happy birthday Auntie Penelope!” the two boys squealed in unison, like they had been practicing all night.

“Happy birthday, Pen” Emily and JJ said as they sandwiched her from either side.

The boys all gave Penelope a kiss on the cheek and made their way back towards their seats until Rossi noticed you off to the side.

“And is this y/n from cyber crimes? So, you’re the partner Derek has been telling us about all night? He said Penelope seemed quite smitten over the phone.” The room seemed oddly quiet as you sent a small wave to everyone.

“Yes, y/n and I have actually been dating since that case we worked with them. It was love at first sight.” Penny lovingly sighed as she cuddled up on your arm, leading you to a seat on the couch.

“Well, congrats you two,” Hotch said taking a seat across from you both. “Honestly, though, I have to say I’m` surprised.”

“I hope that’s nothing bad,” you joked. They were the first words you had spoken all night, and you were already dreading where the night was going.

“Oh, not at all. Our Penelope is just, quite…unique.”

“Which is a polite way of saying she can’t keep secrets” Emily said as she shot Penelope a side glance. “I think we’re all just a little shocked that she was able to keep this under wraps for so long.”

“The two of you seem so different as well,” JJ chimed in. She wasn’t wrong. You were sure that she assumed Penny would want someone more outgoing and social. Even you had thought that at the beginning of your relationship. The two of you seemed to balance each other out though, and that’s what you loved.

“I think we help keep each other sane,” you joked again, starting to get into a rhythm with the team. “The balance is actually really nice.” The team seemed enamored with you. It was nice to know that your first impression hadn’t ruined things completely. Surprise aside, they were all very happy for you and Penelope. You could tell they just wanted Penny to be happy, and she seemed ecstatic to have you on her arm tonight as her date. Finally, you felt yourself relax as you watched the conversation around you.

“So, what took you so long to bring y/n around to the family dinners?” Rossi asked Penelope.

“Well, we just wanted to take things slow. As crazy as I am, you lot can get a bit rowdy when you’re wine drunk.” She said as she gave side eyes back to Emily as payback for earlier that evening.

“Also, after I nearly broke Dr. Reid on that case, I was a little hesitant to meet everyone again,” you chimed in.

“Actually, I found your line of question on morality quite intriguing, and I ended up doing quite a bit of reading on moral codes and evolution of humanity, especially in the context of developing society, and I’ve even been reading up on existentialism as well. It’s quite- ”

“Thank you, boy genius,” Penelope interrupted, “but it is in fact my birthday and I’d like to believe that there is still some good in the world, so maybe let’s hold off on the Sartre before dinner?”

“We’ll have to chat reading at some point,” Reid remarked to you before heading to refill his drink. “You want anything y/n?”

“Thanks, but I think I’m alright for now,” you said, but you were much more than alright. You had everything you could possibly want in life with Penelope on your arm. She was your world, and you were just happy to be in hers.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 years

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Little Green Monster

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: jealousy

Request by @psychosociogentleman: Oh, that's amazing! In that case I'd like to request a Penelope Garcia x Reader where the reader (also an agent) starts acting super cold towards her because Penelope flirts back with Kevin Lynch (they're not together) and reader has a crush on her. One of the BAU fam accidentally on purpose blurts it out after they can't bear your grudge and Penelope and reader get together. Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Summary: Penelope and Kevin used to go out with her, and you have a huge crush on her. So much so you get jealous when they continue to flirt with her.

Square Filled: ex’s (2022) for @cmbingo

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

It’s no secret that Penelope and Kevin used to date. They’ve tried dating in the office with everything Penelope deals with, but it got too much for Kevin to handle. He started applying for other jobs and got an offer to go overseas. Penelope didn't like that, and interfered with that, and he stayed behind for her.

Now, they’re broken up, but that’s not the issue. The issue is he keeps flirting with her as if they are still together. She flirts with Derek all the time, but you know there is a fine line between them that neither of them won’t cross.

Kevin and Penelope have seen each other naked, and that’s what pisses you off.

He’s seen her naked, and you haven’t… even though you really want to.

“You’re pouting again,” Emily says.

You’re angrily chewing on your pen with your eyes glued to Penelope and Kevin who are on the second story landing. She’s laughing and touching his arm, and he is encouraging her.

“Shut up. I’m not,” you clear your throat and peel your eyes away from the couple.

“When are you going to tell her how you feel?” Derek asks.

“When are you going to mind your business?”

“Hey, drop the attitude. We’re just trying to help.”

“Well, no one asked you to.”

You gather the files piling up on your desk and head to the main filing room. These files should have been put away weeks ago, and you’re sick and tired of Hotch asking you about it. This way, you can spend more time in here and not have to see her with Kevin Lynch.

You get through half of the stack when the door opens and in walks the Queen herself. She hates seeing the horror that you and your team sees, so she makes herself bright and cheerful and is always wearing cute colors that don’t always match.

“Hey, do you know where the Manson files are? Hotch says they should be in here.”

“No, I don’t.”

You have to keep things short and curt because if you talk any longer, then you’ll stutter and make a fool of yourself.

“Oh, do you think you can help me look?”

“No, I can’t. You’re on your own. Sorry.”

You grab the rest of your files and leave the room, and most importantly, leave Penelope shocked. You’re never this cold to her, but you have to be if you don’t want her finding out about your feelings. She’s only dated men, and you don’t know what your relationship will look like when she rejects you.

Maybe you’re not feeling well, so Penelope pushes aside your behavior and quickly finds the file she needs. She can try talking to you during lunch, if you’ll let her.

The rest of the day goes by so quickly that you can’t believe it’s already lunch time. All of the BAU members are inside the break room having lunch and talking about their weekend plans. You’re the last one to enter, and everyone grabbed their seats so that the only open one would be next to Penelope.

She looks up when you enter, but you immediately turn to leave.

“Hey, where are you going? Back it up,” Derek orders.

You roll your eyes before doing so, and you hesitantly take the seat next to Penelope.

“So, Y/N, what are you doing this weekend?” JJ asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Penelope was just telling us she has tickets to go see the circus. I know you like that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice not to go alone,” Penelope chuckles.

“Yeah, I’d rather not. Why don’t you go, JJ?”

“Can’t. Will is out of town and I’m watching the kids. Emily and Derek have dates, and Spencer is going to see his mom. Looks like it’s just you.”

“I said no,” you say too harshly.

From the corner of your eye, you see Penelope’s face just drop. She doesn’t understand why you’re being so mean to her. Emily and Derek look at each other because they know the only way this gets resolved is if your feelings come out in the open. The only way that's going to happen is if someone else besides you comes clean.

“You know, just because you have a crush on Pen, doesn’t mean--”

“Derek!” you hiss.

“What? What did he just say?”

“We should go,” JJ whispers and smiles.

Everyone but you and Penelope leave the break room.

“Is it true?” You can’t seem to look at her, and she places her hand on your shoulder to encourage you. “Come on, you can talk to me.”

“What if I said yes? What happens then?”

“I’d say that the real reason Kevin and I broke up was because I started having feelings for you. Of course, that’s only if you say yes. Are you saying yes?”

You finally face her and see the hope in her eyes. This is it. This is everything you needed from her. The confirmation, the realization that she likes you back, the relief of not being rejected.

“Yes.”

“In that case, would you like to accompany me to the circus?”

“I’d love nothing more,” you smile with a faint blush on your cheeks.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

She also just wanted to see you in her clothes.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 saltwater kisses 」

penelope garcia x fem reader

summary: when penelope is having a moment, you come to the rescue with plenty of kisses & reassuring words.

requested: yes

word count: 0.7k

warnings: cm spoilers!, heavy use of pet names, crying, mentions of death & car accidents

a/n: ahhh this fic makes me so soft. i’m not really sure its any good, but it makes my heart happy. to be able to comfort penelope would be a dream - solely bc shes such a cupcake and to see her sad makes me sad. anyways, i hope you guys like this! ♥

“Pen, what’s happened, sugar-bee?” You ask as you walk into your girlfriend’s office to find her sniffling.

“N-nothing. I’m okay.”

She immediately tries to wipe her tears away and hide from you, but both of you know you're not one to let things like this slide.

“Penelope Garcia, my girlfriend is crying and I need to know why so I can help fix it.”

“It’s just, I think I ruined things with my brother. I messed up really bad, and I - I don��t think he’s ever going to want to talk to me again.” She croaks, trying so hard to swallow her tears.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. Come here.” You coo, opening your arms up for the woman even though you’re walking to her in her desk chair.

As she pushes herself back from her desk, though, you sit on her lap, practically straddling her as you pull her into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Penny. I know how much your brothers mean to you.” You pout, leaning back to look at your beautiful girl, her arms holding you up.

“Did you make the decision you felt you needed to at least? Even if your brother doesn’t agree with it?”

“I did. I-I finally forgave that drunk driver that hit my parents. I-I realized that he’s not the one to be blamed, at least not anymore. I can’t keep being angry at him when I was the reason they were out.”

You frown as she starts to tear up again, and being her girlfriend - and a profiler - you know that she’s taking all the blame now.

“Hon, you can’t blame yourself either. You were a kid, and we make dumb choices when we’re kids.” You start, softly kissing her cheeks where her tears have left small tracks.

“But I-“

“No. Yes, you were out late, but your parents made the choice to go out looking for you. They cared for you and wanted to make sure you were safe - which you are.”

“It is not your fault - any of it. You were out, but they made the decision to go out looking for you, and that guy made the decision to drive after drinking.”

“It was simply just a collision of decisions, sugar-bee. You’re not the one that made them go out that night - that was their choice, okay?” You ask, hoping your words get through to her and she actually takes them to heart.

You can’t stand to see her beating herself up over her parents’ death. It was a tragedy, but it was in no way her fault.

“But they were looking for me.” She nearly whispers, and you feel your heart breaking all over for her.

“Honey, look at me. You did not make your parents’ choices. You were not in their heads telling them to go out and look for you. They decided to do that on their own.”

“Who would you blame if they had gone out for a movie and got in a crash instead? No drunk driver, no little Penelope having been out past curfew, but just them going out for a movie and crashed on the way home? Would you blame yourself then?”

“Well, no, but-“

“But what? They’re different situations? Of course they are, honey. No situation is ever going to be the same as the one that happened that night.” You begin to debate.

“If they hadn’t gone out and looked for you, and thus never got hit, then that’d be a different situation than what happened, too. Nothing can change about what happened without making it a different situation, Penelope. It’s awful what happened, but sometimes all we can do is learn to live with it. Things happen to others, regardless of what we do, because everyone makes their own choices.”

You watch her after your little speech, noticing the way her eyes are still full of sadness but her tears are drying up.

“I know it’s a hard situation to live with, honey, but that’s all you can do.” You murmur, wiping at the last few tears on her cheeks before kissing their remnants.

“I love you, y/n. Have I told you that?” She questions, watching you.

“A few times, but I always love to hear it.” You smile, drawing a little laugh out of your girlfriend.

“I love you times a million, Penelope. You own my heart, and always will, I’m sure.”

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Love language

Penelope Garcia is the love of my life. We are married and that is that. I think her love languages would be gift giving, and acts of service. I think that words of affirmation would definitely be high on the list but not the top of the list. Argue with the wall babes.

Gift giving(receiving): Penelope would love gifts. You get her little knickknacks for her desk, shoes, hair accessories, or even beads to decorate her apartment or make friendship bracelets. I really don’t have anything to back this up other than my kick-ass profiling skills.

Acts of services(giving): Penelope loves doing little, or big, things to show her love to anyone and everyone. Penelope would do little things, make you coffee or tea, back rubs after hard days. Bigger things like stealing recipes from Rossi and making you an entire dinner, or cleaning your room or car. In the episode where Derek and Kevin(🤮) are talking about Kevin proposing, Derek walks into the round table room and Penelope hands him a coffee. It’s so subtle but it was so adorable.

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𐐪𐑂 Penelope Garcia 𐐪𐑂

𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝

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ro-presents-penelopegarciashorts · 7 months

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penelope garcia x stud!reader

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

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

Pure Fluff.

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

2K WORDS.

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you headed to?" You ask.

"I am going to the BAU."

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

"Same."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wine or beer?" She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ask your question."

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

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

"Nope, just me."

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

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

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

"Your turn."

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

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

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

"Your turn." She says, because touche.

"Are you seeing someone right now?"

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

You shake your head, "Nothing at all."

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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ghostedcas · 9 months

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omg more trans masc x penelope!! That other request was so cute😭

absolutely, have some pure fluff.

double date with morgan and savannah !!

penelope garcia x transmasc!reader

word count: 410

warnings: none, just pure, sugary, tooth rotting fluff. cishet people /j

a/n: trans masc!reader who's love language is cooking anyone?? my love language is cooking this is so so self indulgent :(( i'm sorry this is so short, i lost motivation like halfway through but i still really wanted to finish it so i hope i was able to do an okay job

a/n 2.0: also i'd like to mention i am not a person of colour (i am so pale you can probably see through me tbh) so i hope i wrote what "blushing" would be in a neutral way for any readers who may be POC, if it's incorrect please let me know so i can correct it as i want my works to be as inclusive as possible and i am always open to constructive criticism :))

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"(name), it smells absolutely amazing. i need you to teach me this recipe sometime." savannah says from behind you.

currently she, your girlfriend penelope, and your mutual friend and co-worker (and savannah's boyfriend) derek, were sitting at the island in your kitchen.

"i'd be happy to! if you'd like i can write it down for you after dinner and you can call me when you make it if you need any advice or help." you replied with a smile, tossing the pasta in the warm pan.

"i'd love that." savannah replies with a smile, taking a sip of her wine.

you were having your monthly double date with derek and savannah, something penelope insisted upon, she loved spending time with all the people she cared about and what a better way to spend time with her boyfriend and her best friend than to have a double date once a month?

it was you guys' turn to host, deciding on a nice, chill dinner in your shared apartment. you had offered to cook, something you loved to do. there was just something so... right and relaxing, about cooking for others. something you had always enjoyed doing.

you plated up the pasta you had made, serving it to the other three with a large smile on your face, sitting down next to penelope. "bon appétit!"

"gosh, baby this looks amazing." penelope says, kissing your cheek as you sit down.

"thank you, penny." you reply, face heating up a little as you smile. "please dig in guys, i hope you all like it."

the dinner was delicious, lots of work talk coming from al of you as you ate. it was interesting to hear work stories from savannah seeing as she was in a completely different profession than you, penelope and derek.

derek and savannah had even brought over some dessert, some cupcakes savannah had baked herself that were absolutely delicious. savannah promised to teach you the recipe in exchange forthr pasta recipe.

over all, it was yet another successful double date with derek and savannah, leaving you and penelope with big smiles on your faces when you settled in for the night.

arms and legs tangled together as you both laid in bed, you knew penelope was likely already planning the next double date in her mind as she began to drift off into sleep.

of course she didn't fall into slumber before whispering a quiet, 'i love you' to you first.

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