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can u write a fic where penelope is sitting on reader chest on bed doing their makeup for fun
kisses
fluff
domesticated
they have a cat 
Enjoy 😉
The Brushes
The sheets were still warm. Tangled. Lived in. Penelope Garcia sat perched on Y/N’s hips, her robe clinging to one shoulder and doing very little else to hide the masterpiece that was her soft, plush body.
Her thighs cradled Y/N, her favourite highlighter brush poised in one hand and her makeup palette dangerously balanced on Y/N’s chest.
At the foot of the bed, their cat, Basil, watched with half lidded judgement, tail flicking lazily. He was an absurdly fluffy ginger Maine Coon with a penchant for expensive throw pillows and batting at makeup brushes.
He had claimed Y/N’s side of the bed when they weren’t in it, and currently had his head draped over one of their discarded shirts like it was a royal pillow.
“Don’t even think about knocking that brush off,” Garcia said to Basil with a pointed look, even as her fingers titled Y/N’s chin toward her.
“And you… stay still, gorgeous. You’re about to be elevated.” Garcia smiled, Y/N grinning, hair tousled, their tattoos a map of stories across their chest.
They lay back with one hand behind their head and the other tracing idle, electric shapes into the curve of Garcia’s thigh.
“I am still. You’re the one grinding every time you shift.” Y/N mumbled, Penelope gave them a scandalised gasp, though the smirk on her lips betrayed her.
“That is slander, I’m sitting. Artistically.” Penelope giggled, Y/N shaking their head, “You’re sitting sexily, and you know it.”
Their voice was low, morning-scratchy, laced with warmth. She could feel their hands sliding slowly up her outer thighs, thumbs sweeping just under the hem of her robe.
Penelope’s breath caught slightly, but she kept her composure, tilting their face again. “Don’t distract the artist,” she murmured, brushing shimmer over their cheekbone with a feather light stroke.
“I’ll mess up and Basil will look even more disappointed in us than he already does.” She joked, her tongue poking out gently in focus.
From the foot of the bed, Basil gave a faint trill, as if in response. “He’s judging us,” Y/N said seriously. “He always is,” Garcia replied.
“He’s lived a life of crime and drama, and now he thinks our bedroom antics are beneath him.” The blonde joked, Y/N huffing a laugh.
Their hand drifted a little higher, ghosting along her waist with a teasing touch, “Maybe he just wants to be included.”
“If he tries to climb on this bed right now, I’m disowning him.” Garcia pretend seethed, Y/N laughing, head tilting back slightly, Penelope using the opportunity to sneak a kiss to their jaw before fishing the liner.
Sharp, smudged just right, giving their eyes a smokey frame that made her heart skip a beat. She reached for the burgundy lipstick next, murmuring, “Now, the finishing touch. The mouth I’ve kissed twenty-seven times today..”
Y/N smirked, “Twenty-nine. You missed two.” Garcia gave a small, delighted noise and leaned in, brushing their lips with hers before applying the deep, sinful colour.
Their fingers never stopped moving, soft along the insides of Garcia’s thighs, gripping just enough to make her hips roll slightly without thinking.
“There,” the blonde whispered, “You’re lethal.” They smiled, slow and wide, “Your turn.” Garcia quirked a brow and tilted her head, “You want to do my makeup?”
“No. I want to do you again, but I’ll settle for painting your face. For now…”
She burst into giggles, head dropping to their shoulder. “You menace.” Y/N kissed her temple, hand sliding up to rest warmly at her waist, “I’m your menace, darling.”
At the end of the bed, Basil sneeze once, yawned, and rolled over onto his back in a soft pile of fluff and disdain. Garcia looked at him, then down at Y/N beneath her.
“Our little family is so weird.”
“The weirdest,” they agreed, catching her hand to kiss her knuckles.
“And the happiest.”
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I’m not the type you just forget, trust me.
There are galaxies I must conquer within your eyes.
So no matter how many times you push me away, I'll stay.
Come back with more softness and gentle tones.
Listen to the songs of each star that you hold in your eyes.
Blowing a cool breeze when the fire inside them is too hot.
You will never lose me, not now, not in a million years.
For where there are stars and stories,
There'll always be me, soft breaths and touches of love.
Until the universe collapses on itself,
I shall hold your hand and craddle you close.
Fragile is the way you walk along the beach,
looking out at the setting sun.
Fragile is how your voice sound,
when you hum the songs of your dreams.
Fragile is how your eyes look,
when you see a star and wish upon it.
Fragile is you,
sometimes in the morning,
always at night.
But everytime you smile,
fragile becomes my heart.
Everytime you cry,
fragile are my bones.
Fragile has long since stopped being a word to me.
Now it is the state of my being when I am in your arms.
It's a shell.
We're long gone.
Forever has an end.
And time is no more.
Just a small speck of sky.
A large drop of ocean.
Secrets ageless with history.
Promises that speak of betrayal.
Old paintings hung, forgotten.
Letters cramped under the bed.
A flower that wilts on the sill.
A song that died on the lips.
Fading colours behind the mirror.
Longings in the wind, whispered in desperation.
It's an end, like all good things must face.
Atleast we tried.
But what a tragic attempt that was.
For eternities to come,
they'll talk about the lovers
who almost had it.
But almost is never enough.
And so they'll say,
to be young and in love is a beautiful thing.
And we'll watch,
in pity from the shadows.
The drive is good.
Refreshing, calming.
A little bit silly too.
But I love it, I adore it.
Still, I wish you'd been there.
Holding my hand,
Your goofy laughter filling up the car.
I miss your jokes.
And your happy little giggles.
When I pass the beach at sunset,
I can feel the warmth of your smile on my skin.
A comforting touch of light and life,
a reassurance that you haven't left.
And while I close my eyes and bask in your love,
I know that you miss me too.
I can feel your heartbeat in every ray that falls on my outstretched palm.
I feel it in the way the sun seems a little too close sometimes.
Like I can almost touch it.
Like it's a kiss.
While the warmth of the sunset holds your love for me,
my sunburnt heart loves you with all the colors of a sunrise.
Let us remain like this forever.
Our love,
hidden in the rising and setting
of the brightest star in the sky.
You watch the light leave their eyes. You watch their heart crumble into crimson colored dust. But that's all that you can do. Watch from afar while another bleeds for your warmth.
And then you realise how very cruel fate can be sometimes.
Because there is nothing you wouldn't do to hold them in your hands, there's nothing you'd want more than wiping their tears away. And you'd take away their pain in a heartbeat and replace it with all things beautiful in your life. If only you could.
Sometimes you can love someone so much but not in a way that matters to them. And not in a way that makes sense to you. But still there's love and pain and longing. But it's all wrong and right at the same time.
Sometimes it's painful to love someone. And sometimes it's painful to be loved. And you don't really have a choice with either of them.
So you watch them leave, with a broken heart, and you're left there with an ache in you that'll never really go away.
And in the silence of the night you whisper to no one in particular.
"In another lifetime perhaps...."