A/N: An anon request for a Derek x Penelope where they are dating and both falling in love with the reader. I don’t know whether this was meant to be a piece where Derek and Penelope break up and try competing for the reader, or polyamory, but I decided to go with the latter. No smut, just the start of a relationship. @coveofmemories
“Babygirl, you ready to go,” Derek called, waiting for his girlfriend to emerge from the bathroom as her picture perfect self. They were on their way to the bar they always frequented. They’d loved it before, but ever since Y/N started working there, they’d started to love it even more.
Neither one of them had ever been truly tied to monogamy. Sure, it worked for some, but they had been discussing getting involved with someone else lately. There was no doubt they loved each, and that Derek and Penelope would go to the ends of the earth for the other one, but if someone else was interested, they didn’t have a problem inviting a third party into their lives.
“Almost, baby boy!” she called back. She was probably trying to decide where she wanted her hair piece tonight. That was always the hardest thing to tie down for her.
As Derek waited in the doorway, he thought about Y/N. He and Penelope had been getting to know her over the past few months. He’d been into the bar with Penelope, on his own, with the guys. No matter when he came in or with whom, she was also unequivocally her. She was passionate about her job. Despite having some sleazy customers here and there, she enjoyed talking to people and was always coming up with new drink recipes for people to try. The first night that he’d met, with Penelope by his side, she had talked their ears off for hours about the kinds of drinks she’d made over the year. He enjoyed a good drink now and then, but he wasn’t a big drinker. Watching her get so animated about it though, that’s what he loved. Her face lit up when she spoke.
“I’m ready now,” Penelope said, as she emerged from the bathroom wearing a red and black dress that hit just above her knee. “Tonight’s Y/N’s night, right?” When Derek nodded, she added. “Are we gonna try and approach things?”
They’d been thinking about asking for weeks, but it wasn’t the conventional thing to do. “We’ll feel it out I guess,” he said, kissing her forehead as they walked out of the apartment. “Mention something somehow and see where things go.”
“Well, I don’t know!” he exclaimed, eliciting a laugh from her. From what they’d learned of Y/N so far, it was very possible she’d be open to this type of situation. She’d been in a few failed relationships, with both men and women, and claimed that nothing lasted because she was pretty sure that people weren’t only meant to be with one person for their entire lives.
Barely 10 minutes later, they made their way into the bar and waved at Y/N. “You know what else I like about her,” Garcia said out of nowhere. “Almost every time we’re in here, she asks about your family right after saying hello. Most bartenders don’t try and actually make a connection with people, and if they do, it’s hollow. She seems like she actually gives a shit.”
“If a woman cares about my family, I’m in,” he laughed. That was one of the reasons he loved Penelope so much. She and his mother got along ridiculously well. “You’re staring.” He laughed as he watched his girlfriend stare at Y/N who was flitting across the bar helping numerous customers at the same time.
She couldn’t help it. There was a grace about her that she loved. On top of that, she had the most piercing eyes she’d ever seen. “I can’t help it!” she laughed. “Her eyes are amazing.”
A spot had opened up at the bar. “You wanna go grab a seat?” she asked. Derek placed his hand on her back as they approached the bar, both giving Y/N a small wave as they sat down.
“My two favorite customers,” she said happily, bouncing in front of them to take their order. “The usual?” She turned around and picked up the two drinks she’s already prepared. Apparently, Derek’s teammate, David Rossi, had turned him on to bourbon on the rocks. Penelope, of course, had to have a sex on the beach.
Penelope smiled as she took the drink. “You remembered! I’m so flattered!”
“How could I not remember the drink orders for two of my favorite people?” she laughed, excusing herself momentarily to take care of another customer. Over the next few ours, Y/N managed to pop in and out of conversation with ease as she took care of her customers. By the end of the night, she was able to finally sit down with them for a while, but the three of them got interrupted by a sleazy customer who kept trying to hit on her.
More than once, she turned around and told him that unless he wanted a drink, she didn’t owe him anything else, but he didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. “If he’s still here when my shift ends, you lovelies mind walking me to my car?” she asked.
“Of course,” Penelope said, placing her hand over Y/N’s. “Is he here a lot?”
She shook her head. Unfortunately yes. This particular customer seemed to grace her presence nearly every other day. Again, he moved his seat to try and face her. “Baby, you just gotta give me a chance. I could show you a good time.” Derek was about ready to say something but Y/N beat him to it.
“First, I am not your baby. You don’t have the privilege of calling me that.” She was about to go off and Penelope was quite sure she’d never found her more attractive than she did right now. “Second, I don’t have to give you anything. I have a job. I owe you drinks that you pay for. That’s it. Otherwise, you are owed nothing. Three, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. And four, I could show you a good time, but you’ll never get to experience all of this.” She shimmied her upper half and Penelope snorted. “Now, if you want a drink, I’ll get you a drink. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my bar.”
“God, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” he slurred, getting up from his seat after setting down his money on the counter.
She just turned around and raised her hands in triumph. “That’s me,” she said. “The bitch. The bitch you’ll never get. Peace out, asshole.” She gave him the finger as he left, hoping to God she’d never have to see him again. “And this is why I’m permanently single,” she laughed, turning back to Penelope and Derek. “You’re lucky you have each other.”
“That we do,” Derek said, looking at Penelope and bending down to kiss her forehead. “But we actually are open to having someone else involved…”
Penelope looked at him like he was crazy, for just being out in the open, but he figured honesty was the best policy. If she wasn’t into it, she wasn’t into it. Then they would know.
She chuckled at Penelope’s reaction, but then Penelope clarified herself - that she was just surprised that Derek had decided to be forward. “So,” Y/N started, “you’re in a loving relationship, but would invite someone else in?” She wasn’t being accusatory - it was more like she was trying to set the record straight. When they both nodded their heads, she smiled a bit and sat back down in her chair. “Could that be me? We could go out and alk about it? See what we’re all looking for?”
“That’s kind of what we were hoping,” Penelope said with a smile.
I’ve had two girlfriends in eight years, and they lasted about two-and-a-half episodes. It’s OK for Penelope Garcia to get goofy Kevin as a boyfriend, but I’m not allowed to get a girlfriend, because then I’m cheating on Garcia.
(I’m rewatching the series and I’m like mid season three and my morcia shipper heart is getting to me)
At the end of a long hard day of seeing the worst humanity has to offer Penelope Garcia likes things to be soft and sweet. Old romantic comedies are a go to on nights when she can’t get graphic images out of her mind. She puts them on, turning the volume down to a pleasant murmur in the background. She likes the sound of people falling in love while she’s cooking dinner, early nineties soundtracks filling her cluttered apartment as she chops up veggies.
Her favorite is You’ve Got Mail. There’s just something about the texture of the film, Meg Ryan’s soft blonde bob and her decidedly taupey monochromatic wardrobe are soothing in a way. It’s the complete opposite of Penelope’s own bright and flashy sense of style, but it fits the character so perfectly she doesn’t mind. It’s comforting when someone leans into their own personality.
She contemplates the seemingly endless monochromatic collection of turtlenecks and slacks that the character owns, getting lost in the feel of the movie. She’s grateful for that. The BAU’s last case, while not the most horrific one she’d ever been subjected to, was so just unrelentingly sad. It had made her feel heavy waking out of the office tonight, melancholia clinging to her like a wet blanket.
She’s half way through a pint of her favorite Ben & Jerry’s, watching Meg Ryan happy-cry into Tom Hank’s arms when her door buzzer sounds. It’s only then that she realizes she’s crying right along with the movie, moving to dash away the moisture running down her face.
Request: Could I
possibly request a spencer reid x deaf reader? Were she works at the bau and
spencer tries to protect her because she’s deaf. Fluffy is possible? Sorry
being deaf I’d love to see a character like me. Thank you!
Pairing: Reid x
Triggers/Warnings: Crime Scene Description
A/N: Darling, of course, anything for you my sweet. I am
actually fluent in sign language myself and may I say it is quite a beautiful
way to communicate! Love this idea, thank you for requesting! Keep em’ coming!
The crime scene photos were gruesome. Black and blue bodies
draped over rocky shore lines and woodland areas. The bastard of a killer had
finally been caught and was now facing charges. Unfortunately, you had the
wonderful job of collecting all the photos of the victims.
You grimaced at the pictures and then began to recall how
the killer had been found. The team ended up finding out that he was working at
a local bookstore in Cleveland, Ohio; where all the killings took place. It was
awful to see how someone so normal could be so malevolent.
He attempted to make a break for it when the police cars
rolled up to his apartment, but Derek managed to shoot him right in the leg.
You snickered to yourself, recalling how Emily was complaining about how the
gunshot had “broken her eardrums”.
One of the better things about being a part of the FBI and
being deaf was that the loud, bizarre noises didn’t affect you. Of course, not
having your hearing, you had to step up a little, but you were pretty much the
smartest one on the team. Well, Spencer was more likely the brightest one out
of all of you, but you had worked hard and earned your place.
Spencer Reid. The name made you shiver and your stomach
twirl. The first time you locked eyes with him was on your first day at the
BAU. He, of course, knew fluent sign language, which you thought was incredibly
smart, but you were very efficient at reading lips, so you already knew what he
Honestly, everyone on the team was fascinated by how easily
you functioned. To them, not having your hearing had brought out all your other
senses and they considered you much stronger than all of them.
Gripping the photos tightly by your side, not even giving
them one more glance, you flounced off to the copier to make more copies for
the others to have in their reports.
You were almost there, the machine in your view, when an
older gruff looking man body slammed into you. You collapsed onto the floor and
let out a cry of pain.
Staring up at the man in anger, you saw that he was yelling
and looked very upset. His lips were moving too fast for you to read them and,
clearly, he didn’t possess the skills to know sign language.
Derek quickly came up behind the man and escorted him out of
the building. You could feel yourself beginning to cry. The embarrassment
displayed itself on your cheeks as everyone was looking at you.
You buried your face in your hands, but then felt the gentle
touch of someone, grazing your wrist.
Spencer was looking at you with his soft, doughy brown eyes.
He gave you a sweet smile.
“You okay?” he spoke to you.
You nodded and he helped you up to your feet. The two of you
walked outside to get some air. Spencer always made you feel comfortable and at
ease. He wasn’t a violent person. Quite the opposite actually, but that’s why
you always felt so safe around him. You could always be yourself no matter what
when he was nearby.
You both stood there on the sidewalk, not talking, just
staring out into the busy roads with cars flying by every second.
You were watching a black truck zoom by as you felt a warm,
soft sensation on your left cheek.
You turned towards Spencer, who was smiling sheepishly. Your
heart began racing as you lost control of your body and pushed yourself up
His lips pressed against yours, your arms wrapping around
his neck and his cuddling your waist. The kiss was passionate as if all your
bottled up feelings were being spewed out.
Pulling away, Spencer gave you a genuine look of love.
“Wanna grab some lunch?”
You didn’t have to be able to hear to know that his voice
had stuttered a bit and he barely managed to get out that question.
Nodding your head, he grinned and laced his fingers through
yours and you felt that same bolt of electricity rush up your spine. No one
else could ever make you feel like that.