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hotchseyebrows · 3 years

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that's my heart right there

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: hi beloveds :) today i present this happy and soft morcia fic that i wrote in practically one go last night. who needs wips when you can just ignore them all blatantly for new works? thank you as always to @blkantigone for providing another set of eyes, love you lots! love you all too, thank you for reading!

rating/warnings: teens and up, allusions to sex but none on screen, mostly just gooey marshmallowly fluff!

read it on ao3 here!

The sunlight surrounds her in a soft glow. She smiles at him and something inside of him breaks open.

“Let’s get a drink.” It’s not an unusual request for them, but it feels bigger this time. “If you want to.”

Her smile grows. “Yes please.”

A post Exit Wounds fic where Kevin doesn't exist and Clooney the dog is much more important to the narrative. They're in love and finally doing something about it.

word count: 2311

“I kinda love you, Derek Morgan.”

“I kinda love you, Penelope Garcia.”

He thinks about it the whole plane ride back from Alaska. When they board, she gently tugs him to the big couch before sitting directly next to him. He drops his arm around her shoulders instinctually, smiling as she hums and pulls out her knitting. She smells like honey and rain (the respective scents of her shampoo and conditioner and her body wash) and has picked a warm color gradient for her outfit and makeup today. She babbles about her knitting group’s latest gossip for a while as he relaxes into her side.

She seems like her normal relaxed and bubbly self, but he can feel the tension in her shoulders. Their early conversation was comforting, but her worries are still weighing on her. But he doesn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone, so he just kisses her temple and tugs her closer. “So wait baby girl, is Jared going to ask out Francisco or not?”

“I don’t know! I asked him about it before we left and he dodged giving me a straight answer. I think he’s worried about their friendship, but it’s SO obvious that Francisco is wild about him. They’re already best friends, so- he’s just being silly. I told him that.”

The conversation moves on, but Penelope’s friends join the merry-go-round of thoughts in his head for the rest of the flight. They stay close for the remaining 8 hours, usually with some form of physical contact even as they adjust positions over the long trip home. Derek focuses on making her laugh as much as possible and trying to make her blush all at once.

When they land at home after almost 9 hours on the jet, the sun is setting. The team is obviously tired, but in relatively good spirits as they exit the plane. Derek is last, just behind Penelope. The sky is full of the same colors on Penelope’s clothes today, he realizes as they walk across the airfield. “It’s good to be back,” she says, pulling her shawl tight. “I miss you when you go but it’s… easier on me in some ways not to be there.”

It makes him pause, slowing to a stop. Penelope walks further ahead but notices he’s not there and stops herself. She looks over her shoulder at him, waiting. The sunlight surrounds her in a soft glow. She smiles at him and something inside of him breaks open.

“Let’s get a drink.” It’s not an unusual request for them, but it feels bigger this time. “If you want to.”

Her smile grows. “Yes please.”

They don’t dance. This part is unusual. Instead it’s 4 drinks in each at a quiet bar close to Derek’s apartment, and they are glued to each other’s side on the same side of a table in a corner booth. This place doesn’t even have a dance floor.

She leans against his side, nosing at his neck. “You smell good,” she mumbles. He wraps an arm around her, feeling shaky like a ship in a storm.

“Baby girl, is this-” He pauses, not sure what the question should be. Not sure of the answer she’ll give. Penelope picks her head up to look at him, cheeks flushed. Derek swallows. “Am I imagining things, or…”

“You’re not imagining things.” She leans up and kisses the corner of his mouth. “I feel it too.” He grins and pulls her in for a proper kiss. They fall into it easily, as if it isn’t the first time. The first time it really means what it’s meant to. It feels like they’ve been together for years- and in some ways, that’s not untrue.

He brings her home. It’s late, and they’ve had a long case and now a long night, so he knows she’s tired. Still, she stops to drop to her knees to hug Clooney when he comes barreling out of Derek’s bedroom at the sound of them entering the apartment.

“Oh, hello sweetie, hi there, yes, I know, it’s so exciting when Daddy comes home, but it’s even more exciting when he brings me to visit, I know-” Clooney agrees with a quiet woof- “see, Derek, Clooney said I’m his favorite.”

Derek smiles at the way his best girl gets along with his big goof of a dog. “He’s got good taste.” He doesn’t mean the words to come out so weighted, but she looks up at him with such a reverent look on her face that he doesn’t care.

She stands up and drags him through his apartment, Clooney hot on their heels. They get ready for bed at the same time as if they’ve done this domestic routine every night for ages. She won’t stop looking at him like she loves him. Like she cherishes him. He believes her.

She pulls him into his bed, arranging their bodies close together. They don’t do anything more than kiss with their arms wrapped around each other. She falls asleep first with her head on his chest. It makes him feel warm. They shared a bed in Alaska too, and now he’s thinking about not wanting the streak to end. He pulls her closer for the moment, the places where her soft skin is touching his own shooting little bolts of lightning through him as he falls asleep too.

Penelope makes breakfast. He takes Clooney on a run, slipping out of bed when she’s still asleep and kissing her forehead before he goes. When he comes back, she’s in his robe, standing over the stove. He’s sweaty and hot, but she yanks him into a kiss anyway. After the eggs burn a little, he pulls away and takes a quick shower. She’s waiting at the table, coffee made and Clooney napping at her feet. The food is delicious, but sitting here with her like this is better. She tastes like coffee when he kisses her over the table.

Someone surely would have noticed Penelope in the same outfit again today, but over the years so much of her clothing has ended up hanging in Derek’s closet next to his own that she’s able to pick out a full outfit for the day. Today her dress is frilly and bright green. He picks out a darker green shirt to match- just because he can.

They drop into this new routine easily. Their flirtatious phone calls now have this added layer of promise and intent, even if they haven’t made good on it yet. She’s always been the primary person to stop in and take care of Clooney while Derek’s on cases, but now he comes home and she’s still there. His two best loves, sitting on his couch. He gets home after a case with hidden cameras and is feeling particularly exposed over it all. But there she is, smiling up at him, because she missed him. Because she wanted to see him.

“Hi there,” she says. He crosses the room and lifts her off the couch, holding her against him. She follows his lead with ease, trusting him implicitly. His arms wrap around her waist. He can literally feel her breathing like this, and he’s never been so grateful that she’s alive. “Hi,” she whispers again.

“Hi baby.” He nuzzles the side of her head, breathing in the soft honey scent of her hair.

She doesn’t ask what’s got him all worked up. She just wraps her arms around his neck and lets him hold her. After a minute or two of just swaying in place, he leans in and presses their lips together. A gentle kiss at first, but quickly his desire for closeness, to feel her, bleeds into that too. He lifts her legs off the ground and puts them around his waist. Penelope makes a noise close to a whine in the back of her throat, pushing closer. He carries her to his room, kissing her fiercely all the while.

Afterwards, she’s lying on top of him with her head on his chest. Derek runs his fingers through her hair, gently untangling anything he comes across. “I’m glad you’re home,” she says, slightly muffled by her mouth’s position against his skin.

It sounds like she means that this is their home. Or that she is his home.

“Me too.” He pulls her up for another slow kiss. She climbs up on top of him, straddling his hips. Her hands cup his cheeks before running down his chest. He keeps the kiss slow, and she kisses back with ease. Like they’re in love.

Derek is in the break room, making another cup of coffee. Emily slides next to him, a coffee stirrer in her teeth. “You seem happy.”

Derek looks at her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s a nice day, Prentiss.” Emily deliberately looks at where the rain outside is hitting the window. Derek doesn’t back down.

“Whoever you’ve been dating must be a hell of someone. That’s good.”

Derek can’t help but smile. She really is.

“But I want more information sooner than later, Morgan.”

He hums, and picks up Penelope’s coffee cup from the rack. He takes his time filling it before looking at Emily pointedly.

She pauses and then grins. “I fucking knew it. I knew it!” Derek smiles back. “You better take care of her, I swear to God-”

“I will. I am.”

She softens. “She better take care of you too.”

He picks up both mugs. “She does.”

He’s never felt like this in a relationship before. Being with Penelope is easy. It’s just the same as it was, but better and more. She stops by his office a little more, and he swings by the batcave more often than he needs to, but no one notices. It’s just part of the normal Morgan-Garcia antics everyone expects.

She does take full advantage of this and is definitely getting kissed more often than anyone else at Quantico during the day, but Derek doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

They’re sitting on a park bench at the edge of the dog park and watching Clooney run himself ragged through the grass. She puts her head on his shoulder. “Francisco asked Jared out a few days ago.”

“I thought you said Jared was the one who was thinking about asking out Francisco.”

“Francisco got tired of waiting.”

He nods. “I know the feeling,” he says before kissing the top of her head.

After they find Ellie’s mom, Derek can’t shake this weird mixture of happy and sad in the middle of his chest. Penelope comes over unprompted with a plate of cookies and a stack of dvds. They lay on the couch, her holding him and Clooney with his head on Derek’s thigh. They don’t talk about it then, but they will later. For now she traces a pattern on his side as Nicolas Cage and Holly Hunter kidnap a baby. Clooney starts snoring. Penelope kisses Derek’s shoulder, arms holding him tight.

They show up together to a little party at Rossi’s. Emily sees them holding hands and grins. No one else notices that, but they do notice when Penelope pulls Derek down into a kiss after he gets her another drink.

“Thank you, mon amour. You’re my hero.”

He laughs. “Anything for you baby girl.” He taps the tip of her nose in punctuation. She pulls him in for another short kiss in response.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” says Rossi.

Emily is grinning widely. Spencer and JJ have matching excited and pleased looks. Hotch has this knowing look on his face. Derek raises an eyebrow at him specifically. Hotch just looks back with the softest smile on his face. He should have known Hotch would have noticed.

“Hold on, does that mean what I think it does or is this something you two are just doing now?” Spencer asks.

Derek looks down at Penelope. “Yes.”

The team laughs. “Yes to which part?”

“Yes,” Penelope says.

Spencer scrunches his nose at her. She giggles. “Yes, as in, it means what you think it does, pretty boy.”

Spencer claps his hands together, swinging them back and forth a little. “Good! Finally. I’m glad we don’t have to wait anymore.”

“Me too,” Penelope says to the group, but she’s only looking at Derek. He leans in and kisses her again in agreement.

Derek takes Clooney out when they get home to let him do his business before bed. When he comes back inside, Penelope is already in bed wearing one of his shirts and flipping through a knitting magazine. He strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed next to her, laying on his back and putting his face on her thigh.

“I think they took that well,” she says.

Derek rubs his face into her skin. He hums, nodding a little.

“When did Emily find out?”

“Find out that it’s you I’m seeing? Or that it was you I was too afraid to do anything about?”

She chuckles. “How about both, then.”

“She cornered me in the break room a few weeks after Alaska. And I never officially told her that I was nuts about you, so I think a safe bet would be her first day on the team.” Penelope drops the magazine and climbs into his lap.

“That long?” He knows what she means specifically.

“Even longer.” She runs a thumb along his jawline and looks down at him with such adoration in her eyes he thinks he might burst.

“Me too,” she whispers, like it’s a secret. He pulls her down into a kiss.

“I kinda love you, Penelope Garcia,” he mumbles against her lips.

“I kinda love you, Derek Morgan,” she says back without hesitation. He kisses her again, 'cause that’s the best thing he’s heard all day.

#morcia #derek morgan #penelope garcia #cm #cj.txt #denelope #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #cjs fic

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t4tmoreid · 2 years

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tell me your denelope thoughts dearest!!!!!!

denelope my beloved 💕 to be totally honest they're not my number one in terms of personal shipping preference ONLY because i tend to lean more towards moreid and penemily (and because some very weird people and fetishistic interpretations of them semi-ruined the pairing for me lol), but in terms of pairings that would've actually worked really well in canon i don't think there's any way that morcia isn't at the top of that list. their foundation is just so strong and their chemistry is SO good, and i don't think anyone can deny that the connection they have is really special and important to both of them and could have EASILY transcended the platonic and crossed into romantic territory without it feeling forced or unnatural within the actual narrative of the show. like when you think about how much we actually got in canon-- the god given solace line, the ending of exit wounds, "just talk to me penelope" "okay what should i talk about" "i don't care just talk"-- like theres truly wayyyyy too much to name even BEYOND the standard flirting and sexual innuendos that are present in pretty much every episode,,,

also i know we already talked about this on the discord cj, but morcia is the only cm ship that i actually think should have been made canon on the show. like there are pairings like moreid and penemily that i think could have worked within canon and been really interesting and good if cbs wasn't homophobic and if we could actually trust them to write queer relationships properly and appropriately wskfjhdkjskj, but morcia is the one that really just feels like missed potential ig? like they built such a strong foundation for a really interesting and complex and strong relationship and i think it would've been really compelling for them to just take it that one step further.

there's also soooo much i could say about denelope and fatphobia lol (like how fatphobia was a BIG part of why denelope wasn't actually made canon and also why people choose this pairing to champion their "b-b-but purely platonic male/female friendship representation 🥺" cause lol) but it's late and i don't feel like getting into it right now LOL. also to be clear thats not to say that i don't love platonic denelope because i DO, i love their relationship in every capacity and i think even platonically denelope is a really deep and interesting relationship to explore, but i also think that no matter what individual preference people have for whether they think the dynamic between derek and penelope is purely platonic or should have become romantic, thats still an important conversation to have ykwim

i definitely have more thoughts on this but i forget what i was gonna say LOL, anyway i love denelope and i love you cj beloved thank you for sending this <33

ask me my (brutally honest) opinion about a ship!

#ask #cj <3 #ask games #denelope

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megablade · 3 years

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FERVER YOU LIKE CRIMINAL MINDS!!! do you have any hot takes/opinions on it >:)

ur letting me talk about a tv show on my mcyt blog? for Free? ^_^ because Absolutely

rest is under a cut but i totally agree w tubbo in that i love spencer reid

s1-11 reid supremacy. idk what the prison arc is, never heard of it, i'm closing my eyes (they erased all of his neurodivergent traits post-prison and called it character development NO THANK YOU)

s2-7 prentiss my beloved <3 my wife actually . either she or reid is my fav character ^_^

prentiss becoming unit chief in s13 and beyond was a girlboss move but it ruined her characterization; morgan would've been so much more well-suited for the position

morgan and garcia should've ended up together... they were True Love

but fuck you homophobic cbs because you know who else were in love . morgan and reid :/

(but i'd never want their ship to be canon bc i KNOW cbs would ruin it... but it’s okay because their rs is plenty home of sexual in canon already — but honestly morcia or moreid supremacy)

no one in the bau is straight except maybe hotch, who is the token hettie (i will die by lesbian emily. she and jj or garcia should kiss maybe)

best seasons are s4-7 (but s/o to s11 for oddly being REALLY gay for some reason)

listen i know i said morgan & reid but alvez & reid also kinda hit different

maeve did NOT deserve to die like that.

the show handled the dilaudid arc in the most terrible way,,, they really just brushed that shit off 💀💀 (revelations itself was a captivating episode though)

sue sylvester jane lynch diana reid um

ALEX BLAKE IS A MILF 💥💥💳

the fuckignf religious allusions they had for reid, prentiss, and morgan drives me NUTS like how can i express that these characters are SO unintentionally geared toward gay people

i liked reid's s5 hair . talk to the hand

hotch was like. the team’s neglectful dad (but if you show that gif of reid tumbling into hotch’s arms at the end of the revelations episode, i WILL cry)

prentiss & reid’s wlw/mlm solidarity, sibling behavior, best friends status, whatever i'm in love with them,,, something about that particular kind of dynamic is sooo <33 there's a REASON i'm so in love with qnf it's the same type of beat

i'm in love aubrey plaza srs but holy shit i do not like cat adams .

ROSSI IS FUNNY i love that pasta-loving italian guy . like he's just there vibing and he's like, idk, old?

gideon is a different breed of human and the tone indicator for this is neutral

EMILY’S LAUREN ARC IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE ARC EVER

my favorite episode EVER is minimal loss, though. it's so good it's SO good like the religious allusions, the spencer & emily interactions... i rewatch it all the time

#ask #anonymous #non mcyt

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queeraaronhotchner · 3 years

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Penelope Garcia my beloved

also asked by @prentissbians !! tysm friends :,)

send me a character and i'll answer questions about them!

favorite thing about them: everything. she's sunshine and i adore her

least favorite thing about them: how long she stayed with kevin. you should've dumped him so long before you did babe

favorite line: "who could say no to me?", "baby boy, you all good?"

brOTP: garceid!

OTP: morcia, penemily, garvez

nOTP: her and kevin 😡

random headcanon: she mainly knits, but she can also sew, and every BAU kiddo has a baby blanket sewn by her, as early as jack

unpopular opinion: idk if this is exactly unpopular but i think garvez and morcia are like almost equal to me in terms of how much i love the ships like they're both men who treat her so fucking right and are head over heels in love with her and thats what she deserves!!

song i associate with them: i wanna hold your hand by the beatles

favorite picture of them:

#garcia #mousewithpinkshoes #prentissbians #ask

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 3 years

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Information Post!

Hi, all! I realised that I haven’t done an official information thing on Tumblr, so this is that <3

First of all, thank you for being here! I appreciate everyone who stops by this blog, even if it’s just for a quick look. In the wise words of Dean Winchester, you’re awesome.

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A little information about this blog:

- Multifandom blog. Fandoms include: Shadowhunters, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Leverage, Detroit: Become Human, NCIS, NCIS: New Orleans, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Dan and Phil, Supergirl, Rizzoli and Isles, Blue Bloods, The X-Files, Hawaii Five-0, Nancy Drew, The Untamed, the Borderlands video game franchise, Scorpion, Devil in Ohio, Hamilton, Rent, and more micro-obsessions pending!

- Multishipper. While I have favourites for each fandom, I am nothing if not a multishipper, and I write fic for ships that I don't personally ship all the time. If you have a ship that I don't mention here, chances are that I'll probably write for it anyway. Nevertheless, here's a list of my main ships for my main fandoms:

For Shadowhunters -

Malec

Jalec

Jimon

Malace

Lysabelle

Claia

Claiabelle

Maiabelle

For Supernatural -

Destiel

Sabriel

Saileen

Dodio

Sam/Ruby

Dean/Bela

For Criminal Minds -

Jemily

Morcia

Hotchniss

Morreid

Hotch/Rossi

For Leverage -

The Leverage OT3

Damien Moreau/Eliot Spencer

Sophie/Nate

For Detroit: Become Human -

Reed900

Jericho polycule

For Harry Potter -

Wolfstar

Drarry

Dramione

Hermione/Luna

Hermione/Ginny

Hermione/Luna/Ginny

Blaise/Theo

For NCIS -

Tiva

Ellick

Slibbs

For NCIS: New Orleans -

PerSalle

Khourgorio

For Supergirl -

Sanvers

Karamel

Dansen

Supercorp

Director Danvers

Supercat

For Hawaii Five-0 -

McDanno

For The Untamed -

Wangxian

And alternatively, here's a (much smaller) list of ships that are squicky for me or I won't write:

Tibbs (Tony/Gibbs)

Harmione

Clizzy

Nate/Eliot

Pride/LaSalle

Alec Lightwood with any woman

Tammy Gregorio with any man

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- I tend to get a bit obsessive, so you might see multiple posts about the same thing one after the other at times.

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About Me:

- Em

- She/her

- Disaster, but the fun kind

- Neurodivergent, mental health advocate, LGBTQ+

- I angst the fuck out of every character I write

- On that note, I curse a lot, especially in my tags

- My favourite colour is blue

- I write in British English, even though I’m not British

- Generally don’t know what the fuck I’m doing

- Hobbies include reading, writing, binge watching TV shows, playing video games (badly), driving around for no particular reason, listening to music, and baking

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not-that-kind-of-dr-spencer-reid · 3 years

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Hi Baby Girls, Pretty Boys & most excellent Enbys:

I have been in fandom(s) for 15+ years, but I am a newbie here, so here's a bit about me.

I am: Amy (she/her); youngest Gen-Xer; INFJ; the Mom friend; bisexual - sapiosexual - greyromantic; neurodivergent; sensory processing disorder; depression & anxiety; VP of the "'Type-A personality, brilliant/grade-skipping/pleasure to have in class student' to 'underemployed, barely functioning adult'" club.

BUT I WRITE!

Current CM WIPS:

Moreid longfic (30k+); WORKING TITLE: Wreck My Plans (That's My Man) [or How Emily has Perfect Gaydar & Is Right About Everything, Always]. D + S clearly delineated switch povs; M (E if I get bold enough to attempt the godless smut inhabiting my grey matter).

Spencelle/Reidaway longfic (25k+); WORKING TITLE: Not All in My Mind (Missing You All This Time) [or That Time Spencer's Geriatric Russian Neighbor, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, and a Rubber Ducky got Spencer Super Laid]. M, for Elle's dirty mouth and Spencer grappling hard with his sobriety.

Please note: Life is tough. It sucks, often and sometimes unbearably. It hurts & you bleed & you cry & you scream therefore I ONLY WRITE HAPPY ENDINGS.

You will also find:

* Ships Ahoy: Reidaway/Spencelle thrives here (FYI: any Elle Greenaway hate will be blocked immediately & with prejudice). Moreid - my sweetbabyangel dumbasses, just kiss. Morcia - you will always be canon in my 💔. Morecia, love of my life, my ride or die OT3. HOTCHNISS - more like hot damn 🔥. Garvez, you make me smile. Ralvez & Penemily curiosity.

[This is an antiJeid blog - I don't spread any hate ever, but I take every precaution to not see any content re: that abomination.]

* Bisexual & neurodivergent Spencer Reid, ditto lesbian Prentiss [CBS can pry intended canon from my cold dead hands.]

Everyone here is some flavor of queer.

* Other MGG characters: Chip Taylor, baby... get in here. Metrosexual, genderqueer Raymond Wadsworth. My sweet 'big of heart, dumb of ass' himbo, Paul. You, Vet!Wes, have been a very naughty girl. Franklin, lemme taste those fingers. Satanist tattoos have never looked more lickable, Thorn. And despite that terrible haircut, Kyle Orfman, I'd fight zombies with you any day.

* CM cast love and shenanigans: And kissing - so many cast smooches. Obsessed with the MGG & Paget best friendship, expect crying about it here.

* Matthew Gray Gubler being... Matthew Gray Gubler and all the strange, beautiful, fascinating idiosyncrasies that entails.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, so I ask, respectfully, that minors DNI. The rare NSFW image will be tagged, but I cannot guarantee that my sometimes (often) off-color opinions - including those of a very sexual nature - will be.

If you have made it this far, WELCOME! And in the wise words of beloved:

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crimmy · 3 years

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feeling pretty shitty today and if you wrote literally anything morcia rn it would make my day

i’m sorry you’re not feeling good today ): i hope this helps a little bit!! (sorry it took a while)

Penelope loved spring. It was never too hot, like Virginia summers always got, and it was never too cold either. All of her outfits were created with springtime weather in her mind, bright colors, flowers, warmth. She didn't even mind the constant rain. She thought it was calming. What she liked most about it, however, was the sun. After a long, dark winter, the extra hour of the sun always put her in a good mood.

It was a lazy Sunday, mid-April, and the first thing Penelope saw when she woke up was her beloved sun. Her windows, curtains always left open, were placed so that the rays of sunlight in spring always hit the opposite side of her bed, where Derek slept. She loved the way it lit up his face in the otherwise dark room, how his eyes subconsciously squinted as he slept. This was her spring Sunday routine, admiring her husband until he woke up and then pretending she wasn't.

Penelope was aware that Derek knew she did this, he'd caught her on multiple occasions, but she also knew he didn't mind. He liked feeling cared for. He knew he was attractive, obviously, but Penelope made him feel beautiful. She’d call him a variety of things at work- hot, hunky, a greek god carved from marble- but they kept the more vulnerable compliments just between the two. The sincerity of the things they'd say to each other in secret when it was just the two of them on a spring Sunday morning, was all that they needed. There was no jealousy amongst the two, no secrets, no embarrassment. They knew everything they needed to know about each other, and they'd never lie in these private conversations. Oftentimes they didn't even have to speak, the gentle touches and stares were enough to validate him.

“I know you're awake, Derek” Penelope whispered as she saw the corner of his mouth upturn in amusement when he felt her eyes on him.

“I'll let you do your thing if you let me sleep for another five minutes, baby” he murmured into his pillow. He was dying for a cup of coffee, but he knew that the sun would move out of its prime morning position soon and he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could. Coffee could always wait, Penelope could not.

She accepts his offer, and they lay there silently, except for the sound of the birds outside, until the sun rose more.

#morcia #derek morgan x penelope garcia #this kinda sucks #i’m sorry #criminal minds #writing

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hotchley · 3 years

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for the ask game-

morcia?

My beloveds <3 (both them and you because i love you!)

#people talk to me #allie <3

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gold-onthe-inside · 3 years

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rules: tag nine people you’d like to catch up with or get to know better

tagged by @morcias my beloved <3

favorite color: mostly cooler colours from green to purple

currently reading: crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo

last song: wait for it - written by lin manuel miranda and sung by leslie odom jr from the hamilton soundtrack

last movie: wow i think it might have been...captain marvel?

last series: grey's anatomy

coffee or tea: a nice hot cup of chai esp if my mum made it

currently working on: a cute tea-centred one-shot, a spencer x fem!oc request and a fic based on 'foundation' from criminal minds

tagging: @starry-eyed-spence @meganskane @temily @jasthefriendlyghost @ropoto @moreidstrobed @blurryreid @scandinavian-punk @moderatelydelusional

#tag game #not cm #tag chain

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criminallyimaginative · 7 years

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That's Great! Now I have to wait all summer!!!!!

Well, I would just like to advise major reader discretion as there are major CM season 12 spoilers below. Read at your own risk So first off, I would like the I knew it award because I called that the stupid guard was involved from the first episode he was in! That aside, WTF that was an emotional rollercoaster! When Cat was trying to convince Spencer that she was pregnant with his baby I was like "woah now bitch you slow down" and then that Lindsey essentially did nasty nasty things to him in Mexico while pretending to be Maeve I was in between being enraged that anyone would do that to my precious angel and feeling the deepest of sorrows for him as I watched his face crumble. The reunion with his mom though was beautiful and heartbreaking, I was legit crying. Second of all, I was told my beloved Derek Morgan was returning and we only get to see him for five minutes?!?!? Like seriously, wtf I was hoping we could get some moreid scenes up in this episode but alas apparently not today. That being said, the Morcia scene at the end was so epic and what I needed after the emotional ride I was on with Spencer minutes before. CHOCOLATE THUNDER JOIN THE BAU AGAIN AND RETURN TO ME! And finally, the ending....WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO US? For real, the already did this back in season three so why do they feel the need to do it again. The only saving grace is that I don't have to wonder which of babies is in trouble, it all of them and it's going to haunt me this whole summer.

#emotional rollercoaster #criminal minds #reaction #wtf #like wtf #like why #why #WHY!!!!!#dr spencer reid #spencer reid #dr reid

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hotchseyebrows · 3 years

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thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans.

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs.

“Explain, baby girl.”

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down.

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct.

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles.

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him.

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer.

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her.

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns.

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little.

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate.

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different.

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say.

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?"

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?"

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas."

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders.

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat.

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck.

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss. "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway.

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile.

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.)

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

#morcia #derek morgan #penelope garcia #cm #cj.txt #cjs fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

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