#luke alvez fan fic

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forbidden fruit (luke alvez/fem!reader

Title: forbidden fruit Couple: Luke Alvez/Fem!reader Category: smut/angst Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (oral (male/fem), throatfucking penetration, corruption kink, priest kink, choking/breathplay, multiple orgasms), making out in a confessional, churches/catholicism/religious themes, drinking, priest AU, Fleabag AU, Luke’s POV  Word Count: 6007 Summary: Luke becomes a priest to help forgive his past sins and fight his temptations with the devil. A/N: this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins writing challenge: Forbidden love. Loosely based on the show Fleabag! This does contain a heavy amount of religion and stuff pertaining to that! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

I thought I’d be good and safe. Everything that happened with Spencer, Emily, and Mister Scratch, I needed a change of lifestyle. I needed to get out of working with the FBI and escape my past life with the Army. So that’s what I did. Once the dust had settled with Mister Scratch, I quit. I left everything behind and moved on. I found a new sense of self. 

I moved to Florida and became a teacher for a time. But none of that felt right. After my brief teaching stint, I came across a small parish in need of a new priest. Never, ever, in a million years did I ever think I’d be going back to church. But I could hear my grandmother’s voice in the back of my head, torturing me till I attended a couple of services. After befriending a couple of the attendees, I was surprisingly asked to be their new priest.  The local bishop had insisted that with my upbringing in the church, I would be the perfect fit for the job. And a few weeks later I was moving into their parsonage with Roxy. 

With my new life ahead of me, I tried to forget about my, what seemed like, unforgivable past and tried to keep my new life devoted to the people of my church and to God. I wanted to fix my life and try making it a bit more forgivable. And in doing that, I met her.

Several months after becoming the priest, a woman who appeared to be very distressed started attending the church. The first week she started attending, I knew something was wrong. Her make-up smudged under her eyes, almost as if she’d been crying. The distraught look resting on her face told me something was very wrong. Everything about her was mystifying. The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted to know her more.

I wanted to make it a point to introduce myself to her, but by the time I had stepped away from the pulpit and away from the stage, she was gone. Several members of the congregation did stop me to talk about a point I’d made in my sermon, or about the flower beds by my parsonage, or they had a question about a silly potluck coming up. My shoulders fell slightly when I noticed she had left.

The following weeks, same thing happened. Everytime I went to introduce myself to her, she was gone before I even stepped off the platform.  So I stopped putting in the effort. That was probably a little wrong of me. I just assumed that she didn’t want to be talked to, hence why she left the moment I mumbled the word Amen. 

That’s why I was surprised when she came to the church one random Wednesday afternoon. I was outside, tending to the flowers while Roxy was playing with one of the local kids. The distressed woman came up beside me, looking down at me with a small smile. But I could see it in her eyes that she was still worried about something. 

“Hello,” she whispered, her eyes staying on mine. “You must be Father Luke Alvez?” she asked as she lowered to meet me at my height. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“You would be correct,” I replied and offered her my hand to shake. It took me a brief moment before I realized my hand was covered in dirt. I nervously chuckled before brushing it clean.

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N. I used to attend here when I was little but, uh… Yeah,” she tried to explain but was clearly having a hard time. I swallowed roughly and nodded. That’s okay. She didn’t need to tell me anything about what happened unless she was ready or wanted to. I get it. People fall out of churches all the time. I mean, I couldn’t tell you the last time I attended any church before this one.

“Here, let’s go inside for a drink. It’s quite warm out here,” I offered as I stood upright. I looked down at the woman, taking in how she belonged on the ground, on her knees, in front of me.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice,” she said, watching as I offered her my hand again. She stared at it for a moment before resting her hand in mine. Her hesitance was admirable, to be honest. She had nothing to fear, but her need to err on the side of caution was understandable. Maybe I needed that little bit of fear in me too. You’ll never know who can and can’t be trusted.

 Her hand seemed so much smaller compared to mine. I wanted to slip it into my pocket for safekeeping. But I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, or in any way for that fact. 

“My office. Please, feel free and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with drinks,” I said as I pushed the door to my office open. She looked at me for a moment before stepping into the room. Once she was in, and the door was pulled shut, I slipped away and quickly went to the kitchen. As for drinks, we didn’t have a huge selection. There was water, hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. The energy she gave me was not coffee or hot chocolate energy. She needed something calming and soothing. Tea. I thought as I continued to the kitchen.

Time seemingly hastened, because 3 minutes after I put a kettle on the stove, it was ready and I was standing behind my office door. With one final breath, I pushed the door open and re-entered my office. She was sitting in one of the armchairs by my desk, her head low as she waited for me.

“Sorry about the wait, I was boiling water,” I explained as I walked towards my desk. She stayed silent, watching as I placed a tray on my desktop. She looked at me and nodded.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, watching as I rifled through the boxes of tea. Apparently, I just grabbed whatever. And whatever was plum tea.

“Let’s see… It would appear that we only have plum tea. Is that okay?” I asked as I held up a teabag. She looked at me with a raised brow, confused by the flavor I was offering. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had plum tea,” she said, watching as I tore one bag open and put it into a cup. 

“It’s one of my favorites. After I left the FBI, I gave up caffeine, and while teaching… It was… difficult, to say the least,” I nervously chuckled as I pushed her teacup closer to her. She looked down at the cup, then up at me, and then back at the cup. “One student suggested tea. So I conversed with a former co-worker of mine from the FBI. She was something of a tea connoisseur, so she suggested plum tea,” I laughed again as I sat back. She raised an eyebrow and looked right at me.

“You worked for the FBI?” 

“For a couple of years. It was brief. I was in the army for a time too. But I was getting exhausted from all the violence and wrath. So I stepped away. I was a college professor for 4 years, and… Well, here I am. Trying to repent and gain forgiveness for sins. You know, all that fun stuff. Church stuff,” I chuckled as I waved a hand. She stared at me and nodded.

She sat across from me, her hands in her lap. A rosary, which I’m assuming her grandmother had given her, was in a tight grip in her fingers. I could sense her nerves from my place behind my desk. So, I stood up and walked around my desk, leaning against the front of it.

“Are ya married?” she asked. I stared at her and laughed lightly. I held back a small chuckle. No, I’m not married. Being the priest of the church makes that sort of difficult.

“If you count married to the job and married to God, then yeah, I am. If not… Then no. I’ve had my fair share of partners though,” I explained before lifting my teacup to my lips. She stared at me and nodded. “But, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you. You are the one who came to me, after all,” I pointed out as I placed my cup back down. Her eyes fell away from my face, going to the rosary she was playing with.

“I just needed to talk to someone… That’s all. I didn’t want to be alone and my apartment is pretty lonely,” she nervously chuckled. She fell quiet again, taking a deep breath before looking at me. “I s’pose I was just here because I didn’t know where else to turn to. We don’t even have to talk or anything. I just needed to be around another person.”

“Home feeling a little too much like Hell?” I asked with a tiny smile. She stayed silent as her eyes fell to the teacup she held.

“Yeah, yeah you could say that,” she nervously chuckled.

“I get it, totally. You are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And you’re welcome here anytime,” I explained as I lifted my cup to my lips.

“Even the middle of the night?” 

“Even in the middle of the night. Chances are I’m up doing something in the building anyway. Usually listening to AC/DC, Guns and Roses, Black Sabbath,” I went on, basically listing the classic rock bands I listen to. When I finally fell silent again, I noticed Plum staring at me with a raised brow and confusion in her eyes.

“Kinda… Wild for a Pastor? What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“Highway to Hell.”

“You’re lying,” she said without a second thought. I stared at her and smirked. 

“I’m the Father of a Catholic church. God’s watching my every move. Why would I lie about Highway to Hell being my favorite song?” I asked as I sat more against my desk. She shrugged.

“Just ironic, I s’pose,” she mumbled. 

“What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“You Shook Me All Night Long,” she said very pointedly. I hummed lightly and nodded. 

“We’ll have to listen to classic rock while cleaning up the church one of these nights,” I explained as I stood up properly.

“Who’s this we you’re talking about?”

“I’m not the only one who has penance, Plum,” I explained as I walked around my desk and took a seat behind it once again. Even though there was just a desk between me and the woman, it simply felt like we were worlds apart

Over the following weeks (which inevitably turned into months), my bond with Plum grew. It seemed like more often than not she came and paid me a visit. Time of day seemingly didn’t matter either. My nights and days felt as if they blurred together. As for Plum, her life was a bit of a mess. I’m not one to judge though. Considering my life and past? It’s a miracle I made it this far. 

Although our bond strengthened, it’s been almost a month since I’d last seen her. I hadn’t seen her face in the congregation on Sunday morning. She hadn’t come to pay me a visit on a random evening during the week either. I worried if something had happened to her.

On a random Wednesday, during confessionals, just as I was about to finish up, a woman stopped me. It felt as if she’d been waiting till the sanctuary was totally empty before she stepped into the booth. It nearly caught me off guard when I heard the door to the other side of the booth open and close after she stepped in. My bottom never hit the bench faster when the lock was latched. 

The silence that filled the booth was mildly eerily. The only sound that could be heard came from the woman beside me. Every so often I could hear her sigh or sniffle,  with the occasional sound of her lips parting. I wondered briefly what it was she was scared of and what I could do to help her out.

“Er, uhm… Forgive me, Father… For I have sinned. It has been… What day is it?” the familiar voice asked. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“May 18th… Wednesday,” I replied softly. She stayed quiet for a moment. Plum’s breathing had a certain breathiness to it, which I took mental note of. 

“It has been one month since my last confession, Father. And I fear I’ve been skipping Sunday morning mass,” she whispered softly. If there was a single person in the sanctuary or if it were daytime, I doubt I would’ve heard her. So, thank God, that it was just us. Of course I was expected to be in the church at this time. I practically reside in the building. 

“And why’s that?” 

“I’ve been having impure thoughts for a man of higher stature, Father,” Plum said. My heart froze, forcing me to catch my breath. “And, I fear, Father, it may ruin me and him if either of us acted on anything.”

Christ, I need a drink. Preferably whiskey.

“But I can’t help it, Father,” Plum paused again. For a moment I let my thoughts run free and I tried to imagine what she would say next. “I-I think I’ve developed feelings for this man, Father, and I don’t know what to do.” Each one of her words got quieter and shakier as she spoke. 

“Have you talked to this man about your problems?” I found myself asking. I knew she was talking about me. She had to be talking about me. I’ve never seen her with another man in my time of knowing her. Shut up, I thought to myself, you only see her here.

“Yes, Father, but… I’m worried he could lose his job or one of us will get hurt. I don’t want to lose this person. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” she explained in a hushed tone. I swallowed roughly. “But I love him,” she added in an even quieter tone. My expression grew to be emotionless as my heart slammed against my ribcage. 

Before I knew it, I found myself on my feet and leaving my side of the confession booth. I could hear Plum on the other side still talking, but I was too distracted by standing behind her door. One more brave moment later, I pulled her door open and saw her sitting with her face in her hands. Though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was crying. Only when I cleared my throat did she look up and see me. The little bit of makeup she wore had run down her face, making her look like an adolescent raccoon.

“Father-” she started but her words failed when she jumped from her seat. Her arms quickly went around my neck and her lips met mine. Any air I held in my lungs was hers now. My arms wrapped around her body and I pulled her even closer to me. After a moment of standing awkwardly in the sanctuary, we stumbled back into the booth, closing the door between us. 

Her lips began trailing down my neck while my hands wildly explored her body, before resting against her chest. We wanted more of each other, and it was more than obvious. But I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. 

She was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden, and I was Adam tempted to take her. 

It certainly wasn’t the last time we made out in the confessionals.

It was nearing midnight, Saturday turning into Sunday. I’d have to be awake in 5 hours to prepare for Sunday’s mass. Sleep was irrelevant in my life at this point. It was a blessing if I even got an hour of rest. Unfortunately, rest would not be finding its way to me and I’d be up for what would feel like an eternity. 

A random classic rock playlist flooded the sanctuary, taking up any ounce of silence. My voice shouted and bounced off the walls as I sang along with the words. A glass of whiskey sat on the pulpit, the liquid almost half gone to my head. The mixture of my exhaustion, whiskey, and music made it impossible for me to be aware of anything around me. So I was mildly surprised when the music was turned down and a feminine voice took over.

“You’re up late, Father,” she said, forcing me to look up from my papers and right at her. She was standing on the ground in front of the stage. My breathing ceased to exist the moment my eyes met her.

It felt nearly impossible to keep my eyes on her face. But for the moment my eyes trailed down her body, I noted what she wore. A pair of dark grey athletic shorts hung from her hips, matched with a black shirt off her shoulders. She looked comfortable. I briefly wondered if she had even slept.

And then my eyes caught something as I looked back at her face.

Her necklace, the rosary her grandmother gave her, hung around her neck, and the cross sat right over her chest. It was getting increasingly harder to keep my eyes on her face instead of other, unholy, places. Did she even realize that? Was she doing it on purpose? I couldn’t tell at first. But the moment my eyes met hers, I could see her true intentions. How I didn’t see them from the beginning is beyond me. I’ve been so distracted recently that my head hasn’t been in the right space. 

“Plum, what’re you doing here?”

“You’re the one who said middle of the night,” she mumbled as she sauntered over to me. I swallowed roughly, watching as she tugged at the hem of her shirt. I could feel my briefs tighten as she stopped right in front of me.

“That didn’t answer my question,” I stated pointedly. She stared at me, swallowing roughly. I wanted to know what she was thinking, where her mind wandered as the silence settled between us. Her eyes fell to the ground and a slight look of embarrassment grew across her face. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she whispered before looking back at me. I stared at her and nodded. Her eyes showed me that she was trying to act innocent. But everything else about her was telling me otherwise. She wanted more than what she was leading on. 

“I see,” I hummed as I reached for my glass. Plum stayed silent as she watched me take a long sip. I stared back at her, letting the bitter liquid sit in my mouth for a moment before I swallowed roughly. “So you came to talk to me?” I asked, placing the ledge of my glass on the counter. She smirked and nodded lightly. My eyes fell to the ground as she stepped closer to me, standing right beside me. 

“So I came to talk to you, Father,” she whispered before leaning over the counter. I sucked in a deep breath and glanced at her for a moment, noting that she was giving me a show. 

“Well, neither of us are doing much talking, are we?”

“And I fear neither of us will do much talking, Father,” she whispered as she looked up at me. I licked the corner of my lips before looking back at the notebook in front of me. My sloppy handwriting took up the header, easily saying Temptations From The Devil. The little devil beside me hummed as she went on her toes to try and gain my attention once again. “Father.” “What do you think you’re trying to do, Little Devil,” I asked as I finally looked back at her. She smiled the moment I said her new nickname. I wasn’t surprised when she refused to answer me. However, I was more surprised when she came around the counter and moved so she was standing between me and my work surface. Her arms snaked around my neck as she tried pulling me closer.

“Trying to corrupt you, Father,” she whispered once her lips were as close to my ear as they could get. I choked on my breath and stared at her with wide eyes the moment I could see her face. Her eyes scanned mine, waiting for a reaction. I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to react. Her honesty was something I wasn’t anticipating, and I’ve had people confess murders to me.

“Little Devil,” I said with a tsk as I lifted my hand to pull on her necklace. Her eyes fell to my hand as it rested on the center of her chest. She took a deep breath and looked back up at me as I pulled her closer to me. “You can’t corrupt something that’s been through years of corruption,” I hissed into her ear. She shivered slightly as our eyes locked. “On your knees,” I mumbled. Before I even got the command out of my lips, she was kneeling at my feet. I didn’t even care that the carpet was probably rough on her knees. There was not a care in my bones for her worry. 

My eyes fell back down to her, taking in how doe-y her eyes were as she impatiently waited for my next command. She wobbled on her knees slightly from side to side or back to back. Her lower lip was drawn between her teeth as her eyes met mine. When I took too long to speak, the little devil in front of me sat higher up on her knees and lifted her hands to my belt buckle. I wanted to stop her, really I did. But I think my need for more was stronger than any celibacy vow could be. 

Plum’s eyes shot up to mine the moment she’d finished unbuckling my belt. It felt like she was waiting for permission to do the next step. My head carefully moved up and down as I swallowed roughly. The smile that grew across her lips seemed sweet, but there was an obvious hidden meaning behind it. It seemed like it was her life’s mission to quickly undo my slacks. When they were finally undone, she pushed them off and to the ground. The cool air of the sanctuary hit my backside as I was left in my plain black button-up. Her eyes were glued to my hard cock that was just in front of her.

“Well,” I stated, causing the girl to look right up at me, “What are you waiting for?” My voice was low as I spoke. She stared right at me, it felt like she was looking right into my soul. What if she was sent by God to tempt me? Or worse, what if she was a gift from Satan to win me over? I didn’t want to question it the moment her lips parted and she gently licked the tip of my cock. A groan got caught in my throat as I watched the tip of my length disappear into her mouth. She was, most certainly, a gift from the Devil to win me over.

One of her hands wrapped around my thigh to hold herself up better, whereas her other hand wrapped around the length of my cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her mouth was soft and warm, and her touches were harsh but at the same time gentle. It was merely impossible to let a simple, innocent, Godly thought in my head. Not while she was on her knees in front of me. 

Curses left my lips the longer hers were wrapped around my cock. I don’t think there’d be any way the church would forgive me for this if they ever found out this happened. The realization of potentially losing my job, and this entire life I’ve made for myself, hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I was about to release into Plum’s mouth, I pushed her away from me and stepped back.

Plum fell to the ground, her eyes meeting mine with absolute shock and terror. I could see it in her eyes that she thought she’d done something wrong. But it wasn’t her. She had entirely nothing faulting her. It was my fault. I grew weak and wanted her. 

“I-uh, Father,” she started, causing me to refocus my eyes on her. Her eyes were the slightest bit watery and her lips the tiniest bit red and swollen. A small string of spit hung from her mouth as she stared back at me with her doe eyes. 

I needed her more than I needed air. Everything else truly didn’t matter. Everything but this little demon ceased to exist in my mind.

“Fuck the church,” I muttered as I helped the girl up onto the communion table. My lips quickly attached back to her neck, leaving small spots and kisses in my wake. Plum fought with her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor. Once her shirt was gone, I helped her pull her shorts off. Her eyes met mine as her hand went to the necklace around her neck. But then my hand met hers and I pulled it away. I wanted her to wear it. 

I quietly sunk to the floor, my knees resting on the rough carpet. Plum looked down at me when my lips pressed against her thigh. Her breathing was audibly caught in her throat after she sucked in a breath. Slowly but surely, my lips made their ascent up her thigh till I made it to her soaking cunt. I glanced up at her the moment my tongue passed between her folds. 

I’d never tasted anything sweeter than her. Forbidden fruits truly were the sweetest there are. I needed more of her. I needed her more than air and life itself. Fuck the church.

“Please don’t stop, Father,” Plum whined the more I tasted her. Her hands went to the back of my head, pushing me further onto her. Knowing that this was the worst possible thing I could be doing inside of my church, only made me want to keep doing it. The little sounds she made pushed me to keep going. They blocked out the voices I heard in the back of my head telling me how wrong this act was.

I could tell she was getting close to her end when her breathing grew airy. The grip her hand held in my hand tightened, gently pushing my head to ensure I didn’t stop. At this point, I don’t think I could stop even if she wanted me to. But, judging by each sound she made, she didn’t want me to either.  

Soon enough she finished, my ears being filled with the sound of her beautiful whines and moans. I truly didn’t stop till she was screaming with pleasure and pushing me away from her. My body fell back, sitting on the ground in front of her. Her eyes met mine for a moment, watching as I carefully stood back to my feet. 

“What do you want, Little Devil?” I asked, my voice low. Her breath shuddered as I grasped her rosary and pulled it. She gasped lightly as she fell closer to me. Slowly, her rosary wrapped around my hand till my fingers grazed her throat. “Go on… Use your words.”

“I want you, Father,” she whimpered, lifting her hand to my wrist. I scanned her face for a moment before roughly pressing my lips to hers. The rosary around my hand tightened around her throat. The moment I knew her breathing stopped, I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. She looked up at me, shifting from side to side as she impatiently waited for what she wanted. An evil smirk grew across my lips as I basically slammed into her body. 

“I want you too, Little Devil,” I mumbled before pulling her closer to me. She choked on a whine as her head fell forward to my shoulder. The movements my hips made hastened just as my hand slipped further up her necklace till it was around her neck. My other hand snaked up her side before joining my hand around her throat. The slightest bit of pressure was added and I could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying this. But to be fair, as was I… Maybe a little too much. It was hard to say how long it’s been since I’ve been in such an intimate position with another person.

Her body clung to mine in every spot. It was like she needed me to survive. She probably felt that way in the moment. How do I know? Because that was how I felt about her. I needed her more than anything else in the world.

Plum lifted her hands up to my wrists and held them tight before tapping the side of my hand. I stared at her as I slipped my hands up her face and held her cheeks instead of her neck. My thumbs moved back and forth as I wiped away the slight dampness on her skin. Her moans sounded like music from Above. I simply couldn’t get enough.

“I’m close,” she whimpered. I smiled and nodded, taking her words to my heart. I wished I had Reid’s eidetic memory so I could file that away forever. 

“Can you hold on for me? Just for a few more seconds?” I asked, practically begging. She nodded lightly as she moved my hand over her lips. She was leaving light kisses on my palm. And a few moments and faulty movements later, we finished together. Her body fell into mine, and with what energy I had left, I kept her upright. Her breathing slowly evened out. And then I realized what we had just done.

I was fucked.

Weeks, if not months, have slipped by and my bond with Plum turned into something I wasn’t expecting. Of course, she was the one who appeared at my parsonage more than I called her up when one of us were in need. I didn’t question it. But the elders and congregation of my church were growing suspicious. Hell, it even felt like every painting of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ were staring at me, like they knew I’d been doing wrong.  

I had to put an end to this whether I wanted to or not. It was going to hurt more than I could imagine. These were things I was trying to get away from. But it felt like they just followed me no matter where I went. I had to tell her. I certainly wasn’t prepared to break her heart, or mine. It was, however, the way things had to be.

I needed to seek guidance on what to do. I didn’t want to shame her or anything like that. And I certainly didn’t want her to leave her home church. So, I set up a meeting with a couple of the elders of the church and explained to them the situation I had put myself into. To say they were shocked was an understatement. Once shock wore off and they were ready to talk, we set up a plan on what to do. I was thankful they didn’t judge me or Plum. They did, however, agree that I needed to end it… And included I should leave.

My office was eerily quiet the morning I called her over to talk. It was like the entire building of my church knew what was happening. Of course the building would know. It knows of our countless escapades and hidden moments. 

When Plum arrived to my office, I quickly straightened out the slight mess on my desk and sat up right. She smiled at me as she walked around the two arm chairs (I was partly expecting her to sit in on) and my desk and sat down right beside me on the smooth surface. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she came here for something I wasn’t going to give her. 

“You wanted to talk, Father?” she asked, leaning closer to me. I stared at her before clearing my throat.

“I-Uh, yes. I did want to talk. No sneaking business,” I pointed out. Her slick smirk disappeared when she realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. After a brief awkward moment, she stood up and sat on one of the armchairs. I stared at her, watching as she nervously pulled and played with the hem of her shirt. I’d never seen her this anxious. 

“W-What was it you wanted to talk about?” she quietly asked. Part of me wondered if she knew what I was about to say. Her anxieties truly came out of nowhere. But I was doing this for her. 

“I understand that you’ve been attending this church since you were young… So it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to leave the congregation,” I mistakenly started in a terrible spot. I should’ve written out everything I wanted to say to her. But my brain was slush and improv was a safety guard for moments like these. Who am I kidding, I’ve never been in a moment like this. Not in my time in the Army, not in the FBI, or even teaching. This was the worst of the worse.

“Father, I- I don’t understand,” her voice quietly said. I was thankful we were the only ones in the building because she was so quiet. Suddenly she became so small. I was so used to this loud girl entering my office getting one thing, and one thing only. But she wasn’t. She became scared. 

“I am stepping away from the church, here in Florida, and I’m moving back to Virginia to help out a church there,” I calmly explained. I could see in her eyes that she was growing more frantic. Was she going to say she could come with? That leaving is a mistake? That she was going to make my life Hell?

“Father-” She started, but I was quick to cut her off.

“The time I had spending with you, Plum, I will cherish forever. But I cannot see you anymore. We cannot see each other anymore,”  I whispered. The fear of my voice cracking and tears growing in my eyes came true. I almost wasn’t able to get my words out. But then she said the thing that would break me for sure.

“But- I love you.”

“I know. I love you too. But… It’ll pass.” I stopped talking and stared at the woman who sat across from me. Tears were instantly welling in her eyes, waiting a moment before rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed roughly as I stood up. “For the sake of my sanity, and yours… Please don’t contact me again,” I said in a still tone as I looked at her. I hated the way her tears stained her cheeks. This was for the best, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. There’s no way there’d be a good outcome if we continued sleeping together, let alone see each other. This was for the best.

 I stayed silent as I left my office. Words didn’t have to be exchanged for it to be bittersweet and emotional. My back stayed towards the girl as I walked away, and I could feel her eyes on me the entire way out. This would be the last time I saw my sweet Plum. 

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Can we have angsty Ralvez with Luke comforting Spencer? Like in Touch Therapy when he's hiding in the closet which reminds him of SHU :)

Touch Therapy is the penultimate ralvez fic and nothing can change my mind

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#Please I have so many ideas #And they're good ones #And your fans will love them #Why don't ya'll hire fic writers it's a missed market #I could give you drama and platonic TarVez #And I could give you Garvez #And even your stupid Tyler/Garcia/Luke love triangle #If that's what you really want #And give Luke some fucking backstory #And explain that 👀👀 between Luke and Rebecca in episode 2 #PLEEEASE #LET ME WRITE FOR YOU #Garvez #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Rebecca Wilson #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #David Rossi #Jennifer Jareau #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #CME spoilers

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Oops

A year ago, Oops was posted to Ao3. It's my only 4+1 things. 5,932 words of Garvez, humor, feelings denial, the whole cast, all while accidentally injuring Kevin Lynch, it's easy to see why this was a much enjoyed fic.

ONE

"I’m sorry, he did what? He said what? After she was shot by a date he broke into her apartment, shut off the breaker, lurked in the dark, and then told her she was overreacting?! And you all didn’t murder him? Morgan didn’t break his face pushing him down the stairs?”

Luke's feeling on Battle's fate was undeniable when told, but hearing what she was made to put up with after, from someone who purported to love her, awashed him with new bitterness.

“She didn’t tell us until a lot later. I think she knew some of us would have come close to losing our jobs.”

Throw.

Catch.

Throw.

Catch.

“...the way she’s THEE soundbite for work-place sexual harassment.”

Luke laughed, ducking his head. Catch. Throw.

“It cooled off after you left, and I was definitely never a recipient.”

Catch. Morgan’s eyebrows raised. “Huh.” Throw.

They were in the empty gym tossing a baseball back and forth. Morgan was in town doing some consulting work for the FBI. They had started the game up in the BAU office, but were quickly pushed down to “a more appropriate place” as Prentiss put it. One close call too many and “other people trying to work”. The two men had some familiarity before Morgan left and Luke joined, but grew closer through the group chat Garcia resistantly added Luke to and refused to take Morgan from.

“She slipped up once though, and started to” a lopsided smile appearing at the memory.

Catch.

“then caught herself and told me: That sounded like flirting. I don’t do that with you. It’s in my mission statement.”

Throw.

Catch. Morgan shook his head. “Baby Giiiiirl”

Throw.

They were moving back and forth, throws alternating from hard to soft. Conversation had gone from family life, to the job, to reminiscing. It was an easy flow of comparison, no pissing contest, neither needing to prove anything to the other. They respected each other, liked one another, understood the stresses of the job they each faced, loved the same people...

“I told her to try being a little more friendly with you.”

Catch.

“Yeah, maybe remind her. Daily.” More laughing.

Throw.

Morgan caught the ball with one hand and twisted his wrist looking at his watch. “It’s Friday night and almost quitting’ time. You think those pencil pushers are gone yet?”

Throw.

“Only one way to find out.” Luke grinned, "Head up?”

They hadn’t bothered to stop the game, toss, catch, toss, catch. Through the hall and up the elevator, seeing the room all clear they continued in throwing.

“Eaaay, Pretty Boy, wanna join in? Jayge?” Rossi and Prentiss watched from the catwalk as the team spread out across the room, ball flying and fumbling.

“So we all goin’ out tonight? Or is it just me and my girl?”

Penelope appeared, all packed up, from around the corner joining Rossi and Emily in watching. “Aww, Sugar, it’s your last night. I thought we were gonna stay in bed and watch a movie.” she simpered.

Throw.

Catch. The game continued around the room.

“Woman, you can’t keep me there all the time. And anyway, I hear you still need bonding practice with my boy here.”

Throw.

Penelope looked from Derek to Luke, Luke making a mocking “told you so” face in return. Catch.

Her eyes narrowed, “We just went out. Fine. Are you all done? Let’s go!” and swept her hand for emphasis, everyone else making for the door.

Spencer had the ball, so took the opportunity for one last toss. He threw it hard, but off center. Luke lunged sideways to catch it, not noticing the scrunched and wide-eyed faces ranging from shock to amusement, only hearing the words “oh shit” and “oh no” too late, his body colliding forcefully into another as he leapt diagonally tackling something large, and soft, and meaty. Another person. They tumbled to the ground Luke on top of Kevin, hand with ball having clocked him directly on the side of his head. Luke looked down hand still gripping ball. “Oooh.” Sorry?”

“That’s why I said GYM!” Emily threw her hands up, vindicated.

What was Kevin doing here so late?

Kevin huffed a laugh, “Can you get off me, Alvez?”

“Right, yeah.” Luke pushed up, stifled laughter and coughs falling around them.

Instinctually, he grabbed the other man and pulled him to his feet, steadying him. He may not like him, but it was a genuine accident and he felt bad.

Alvez, that pretty boy neanderthal from Fugitives Task Force. Kevin didn't like him on principal, hated him now that he'd punched him and then righted him like some child. Completely embarrassing.

Fucking asshole

Everyone liked him, his smug face, his need to be better than everyone else, prove how much stronger and smarter he was. His constant doubting of the information Kevin had given him. It wasn’t his fault a fugitive moved, that’s what they do, that’s why they’re fugitives! He never had a steady girlfriend, he was definitely one of those guys who used a new girl every weekend. And now he was here working with Penelope. His Penelope. He could only imagine what that was like. He knew how she was with Morgan, he could see how easy it would be for her to slip right into that pattern with this one.

Morgan moved closer, arms folded tight across his chest. “Kevin.”

Morgan never did like Kevin for Penelope, found it unbelievable how quickly he moved in on her, felt he was taking advantage of someone who had just experienced serious trauma. Emotions run high during times like that and people form weird bonds. It was the only explanation he could come up with for why Penelope Garcia, brilliant goddess, would forgive him and put up with his bullshit time and time again. But now that they’d been through for a while, years, he wasn’t about to let him slip back in.

“Hey, Morgan.” the man shied away, but straightened up.

“Kevin,” Penelope rushed, “ we were all just leaving. Whatever it is it’ll have to wait until Monday.”

Rossi stepped off the catwalk, tagging team members as he walked, “You heard the Kitten, team. My house for Morgan’s last night.”

Kevin was left standing alone.

TWO

Luke had run into Kevin in the previous divisions he worked in before settling in with BAU. And though he generally liked everyone, he hated Kevin Lynch. Growing up he was aware that his athletic build could be imposing and that his looks could be alienating, so he really did try to be as friendly and open with everyone as possible, let them know he wasn’t an asshole. But not with Kevin Lynch. The stories just added to his dislike, one more piece of evidence tipping the scale out of Kevin’s favor. One more thing that highlighted how self-centered, manipulative, and incompassionate he really was. But he was a professional, so until Kevin showed up on a list somewhere, he wasn’t going to do anything. Kevin wasn’t really his problem, he just tried to stay clear of him as much as possible. Weirdly, that wasn't working out lately.

He rolled over looking at the clock. Fuck. 10 am. He was in so much shit. He had to go. He was late. Why hadn’t his alarm gone off?! Where was Roxie?! Oh, yeah, still at the sitters. Thank god. Luke tore off the blanket, jumped in the ice cold shower, quickly washing down like he’d learned in the military and hopped out. He grabbed a clean gray shirt and jeans, ripped a navy button-up off the hanger, pulled on his boots, and brushed his teeth at the kitchen sink while a cup of instant coffee heated in the microwave. In 5 minutes he was out the door and attempting to avoid mid-morning traffic and collisions.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Thankfully, Emily was pretty understanding, but he really needed to finish up those reports and get them turned in. Like he had planned on doing this morning.

His phone rang while he was driving. He answered, hands-free. “Alvez? Where are you?” came the clipped voice on the other end.

“Sorry, Prentiss, I’m on the highway now… unexpected late start. I’ll be there in 20.”

“As soon as you can. We’re briefing. New case.”

She sounded pissed.

A sick anxiety flooded him. Of course this would happen the one time he woke up late. The one time his alarm didn’t go off or he hadn’t heard it…No time to inspect what really happened there. And now he had to try and fight his way though this traffic and get to work and he couldn’t finish up his paperwork and he would end up getting even more because of the new case. God damn it. He couldn’t catch a break. He swooped into the FBI parking structure, tires squealing as he took turns around poles and pulled into a spot at the far end of the lot. He grabbed his bag and rushed towards the elevator.

Pushing the button, he bounced on his toes.

Come on, come on, come on. Hurry up.

That’s when he noticed the note, the lack of light at the top. Elevator was down for maintenance. He had to take the stairs and use the lobby entrance. As he darted up the stairs taking steps three at a time he couldn’t help but laugh thinking about Garcia in her platform heels climbing these same stairs this morning, coffee and computer in hand. Struggling. Fussing. If he had been on time he might have been able to offer her help in carrying something. Walked up with her. But here he was darting up the dirty cement blocks alone and late. And holding everyone else up.

Light shone through the walls, ground level. He’d made it. Just a few more steps. Luke burst through the stairwell doors, running across the front of the building, reminding himself to walk when he got to the main lobby entrance. Didn’t want to set off alarm bells. Though he was sure they had lots of irritated agents passing through, frustrated at having been inconvenienced.

Luke opened the large glass door, cool air-conditioning hitting him instantly. “Luke Alvez?”

Shit.

His access badge. “Morning, Gina…I..”

She threw her hands up knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Downed elevator’s bringing in all the old faces this morning. Go through the scanners and come see me.” The elevator was adding more time already, he really didn’t have time for pleasantries, but it would take longer to run back down the stairs and then back up again. And it might offend Gina. He quickly offloaded his weapons into the tray and walked through the scanners. All clear. One thing going his way this morning. He collected his stuff and was putting it all back in place while walking over to the older lady.

“I could see you were in a bit of a rush, BAU now huh?” she handed him something to sign. “I cleared you. Sign it and go. But make sure to bring me a coffee some time, yeah?”

Luke beamed at the woman. “Thank you. “

“Oh, hey, Alvez, elevator inside’s down for the next hour too. Gotta take the stairs.” she gave him a tight lipped frown pointing off to the side.

“Fffffuh-“ he sighed, and took long strides towards the stairs, rubber soles of boots gripping and propelling him along the slick tile floor. Shortly he found himself racing up another set of steps, and another, and another until he’d hit the BAU’s level. At this point he gave up all pretense and ran. God, they were going to give him so much crap. He wouldn’t blame them if they had briefed without him and just made him catch up on the jet. There was the door! Luke grabbed it, but something bright and blonde racing along the catwalk on the other side caught his eye and his breath as he was opening it.

He thrust the door inward watching her disappear around the corner, the door meeting a heavy resistance, a loud thunk, and an even louder “OW! What the FUCK!? Alvez?! ”

And there he was.

Kevin Lynch. Gaslighting asshole.

Laying on the floor of the BAU office.

And there she was, head popping back around the corner to investigate.

Luke leaned over, extending a hand as everyone in the office watched in dead silence. “Oh, Lynch. Sorry about that, I didn’t see you...” He was kind of embarrassed, if he hadn’t been watching Penelope he’d have definitely seen Lynch. And though he had new reasons to leave this monster on the floor and walk over him, he was in a governemnt building with lots of on-lookers. Best to make nice and move on.

Kevin ignored the proffered hand getting up on his own, hands going from forehead to nose rubbing, feeling, checking for the blood that was definitely oozing. “The doors are glass, Alvez." he spat “Clear. How could you not?”

Luke bounced from the injured man to Penelope, still peaking out from the corner covering her mouth, eyes squinted … was she laughing? He made sure that her eyes were on his when he made his apology, “Sorry. Distracted.” and brushed past Kevin.

What was he doing up here any way?

Fuck Lynch.

He had a rainbow to catch.

THREE

Luke wasn’t normally accident prone, so she found it pretty suspicious that he kept accidentally injuring Kevin. After JJ recounted the lows in her relationship to him over drinks one night. She thought he sounded a little jealous, looked a little hostile… like she’d been told Derek had when Kevin announced to the whole team they were dating while stepping up to Rossi…after she told him not to. Whatever. But, she shook it off, no reason Luke should be jealous, they were teammates, nothing more.

"You know, if you had a system of organization, you would be less likely to lose things.”

"Spencer, I love you like a brother, but I will hurt you.”

Luke was franticly shuffling manilla files, gray folders, stacking, restacking, unstacking. Desk. Chair. Floor. Open desk drawer, slam it closed.

“What he means is, if you didn’t keep your desk looking like the under side of your teenage bed, you’d know where you put it.”

Luke ran his fingers through his hair pulling, “TARA- Not. Helping.” he gritted out and broke into a strained laugh thinking about the very neat room he kept as a kid, continuing to grab at files, read and toss, read and toss.

“Even now, you’re mixing up stacks! Do you know what you’ve looked at and what you haven’t at this point?” Spencer continued safely from the other side of the cubicle.

Luke broke down collapsing into the chair, head falling into his hands, reports slipping onto the floor, more stressed laughter floating around them. “No. Guys, help me. Or don’t, but I need to find this file, I have to be in court tomorrow.” He wasn’t normally messy, his house was spotless, everything in it’s place. Efficiency. But work had gotten away from him, case after case, file after file, paperwork mounting and more frequent trips away for longer…Things had gotten a bit out of hand at his station. Normally he liked to have everything cleaned up, finished and put away before he left, but they’d been busy so much lately…and now it was missing. And it should have been near the top, if not on the top. He was JUST looking at it yesterday. In this very building.

Tara frowned sipping her coffee, “Alright, just calm down. Relax, close your eyes. Let’s walk through it. Go back to what you last read.”

"You wanna do a cognitive?" he asked, looking at her incredulously.

“Just, go with it. Think about what it said. What you were thinking about. Notice the feel of it in your hands, the object under you. Where are you?”

Luke leaned back in the chair, trying to focus as much as possible, eyes closed, going back. “I’m in the BAU. I know that. Tara, I had it with me yesterday, here. But now it’s not.” He threw his head back frustrated.

“Ok.” Spencer removed his bag, storing it under his desk, “How about we each take a stack. We’ll go through things together. But after, you really need to figure out a system. In box and out box or something.” he suggested.

Tara took a stack of gray files, Spencer took a stack of manilla, and after he’d read and confirmed each was not the right one, he put all of his in chronological order, earliest to latest. And then the ones Tara had gone through, and then the ones Luke was going through. By the end all of Luke’s reports were tidily together, organized and in a manageable order. But that file was still missing. He slumped into the black leather, defeated. “I don’t understand. It should be here. Fuck.”

Tara leaned against the desk, thinking about possible scenarios. They worked in a secure building, it’s not like someone would come take it off his desk. “-Hey…Alvez, did you, maybe, take it home last night?”

“I-.” He didn’t think so, but anything was possible. “I’ll be back, if anyone asks.” and out he raced down the elevator, into the parking lot, and out to his truck.

“So… is he going home?" asked Spencer. Tara clapped him on the back, “Don’t worry about it.”

He rummaged through the center console, felt around and peeked under all his seats, shoved his hands between the cushions, and checked in the seat pockets. Nothing. Of course. Locking the vehicle, he sighed heading back in.

Where could he have left it?

Backpack. If he did bring it home, maybe it was in his bag.

Nervous energy mounted as the elevator slowly climbed higher. He dodged under his desk frantically grabbing at his backpack. His last hope, it had to be there whether he remembered packing it or not.

Please be there Please be there Please be there

Feeling the weight, he knew the answer before ever unzipping it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight willing it by some magic to Mary Poppins itself into life. He thrust his hand in, dug around the familiar textures and shapes. Opened them, pulled it wide and tossed it to the floor.

“FUUU-“ A loud, warbling yell boomed behind him, he turned to see hands grasping wildly at his desk as a large body fell forward, feet tangled in straps. Lynch. Shit. First he punches him, then he plows him down with a glass door, now he trips him with a backpack.

Why was he up here anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be on level 2?

“Newbie! What are you doing? I mean besides setting up tripping hazards for other employees?” A high, anxious, familiar nagging.

Luke turned his head from the man on the floor to the woman standing feet away, shock and guilt evident on his face. And he couldn’t help it, he started to laugh. It was a little funny, it was kind of like karma. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking I didn’t mean to….I was just… I’m trying to find a file!” He wiped the smile off his face turning back to the man, “Lynch, I’m sorry. Here, let me.” He may hate him, but he could be nice for Garcia’s sake. Just because he didn’t like the guy didn’t mean he couldn’t be civil. He reached for Kevin, now on all fours scowling.

“Don’t touch me. Just be more careful.” He reached stinging hands up to the desk pulling himself upright facing Luke.

Penelope cut in, newly annoyed, “You mean the one you LEFT in my cave yesterday?! Here.” She gave him a pointed look and slammed the report to his chest, walking briskly past the two men into the kitchenette.

They both watched her go, Luke wondering what he’d done to make her so mad all of a sudden, then faced one another again. Luke’s unoccupied hand came out in apology, “Really, Lynch, it was an accident”, a peace-offering shake extended between them. Kevin's jaw flexed looking Luke up and down. “Don’t worry about it.” he grumbled, and walked off.

Penelope’s office. That’s right. He was holding it when he came to say good night.

FOUR

He wasn’t jealous. Really. There was no reason to be jealous. If anything, Kevin should be jealous. After all, he got to work with her every day, have her talk to him, on the rare occasion when she slipped up, flirt with him. He got to hug her, and touch her, and hear her laughter, hangout with her and see her at parties, cook dinner at Rossi's. Kevin would never have that again, had he ever. No, he wasn’t jealous Kevin Lynch, that awful no-bounderies slimy tech analyst he had history with had been with Penelope. Their Penelope. They were accidents…mostly. Really.

It had been a long, bad case. They all needed to decompress before heading to their homes, to their families, to the people around them who simply would never understand. They would not wish for them to understand. Even Matt, who found the greatest comfort in being with his kids and Kristy, couldn’t muster the courage to face them just yet. And Penelope needed her people. Needed to be around them, hear them, see them, feel them, know they were real and ok and uninjured. That they were all safe and home. And so tonight, though they were all exhausted, they were going out after work, going to the bar, going to drink shitty well drinks (not Tara or Rossi) and listen to music on a buzzing sound system. Play pool, play darts, inhale the stale smoke that permeated the plaster walls and booth leather decades ago, and know they had all survived and would continue to.

After a few drinks everyone split off into little groups around the space. Spencer was talking with Emily at the table, JJ and Matt were playing pool, Tara inserted herself into a conversation about the legitimacy of Shelby mod kits (not legitimate, obviously), and Rossi was at the bar keeping tabs on everyone around him.

“You wanna play?” Luke nodded to the vacant dartboard.

“Oh, no, i’m terrible.” Penelope laughed, “JJ, though she’s great, used to hustle guys out of money all the time.”

“JJ’s busy at the pool table. I thought those fingers were magic. Come on Garcia, show me what ya got. Maybe I can give you some pointers…” he grinned.

Luke stood up, leading a smiling, protesting Penelope by the hands to the game space. They were laughing and joking, Penelope fully enjoying herself. Luke showed her where to stand, and stood behind her, hand on hand guiding her movements but quickly found she must have been snowing him. Penelope Garcia was a ringer at darts. She shrugged all coy, “Maybe JJ rubbed off on me…”

Something about tonight, right now, felt different between them. She was opening up, being silly and playful, just the two of them. Maybe it was how awful this case had been that had pushed her towards him, maybe she was just finally accepting him. It was Luke’s turn and Penelope's arm slid around his back trying to tickle him, fingers coming to ribs as he raised his hand to throw.

“Penelope, STOP, you're cheating!” He laughed, resisting the convulsions his body wanted to make at her touch. Her face was pure joy watching his until she glanced past him, stilling.

“-Kevin” It was breathless, and quiet and filled with frustration and if she hadn’t been right next to him he was sure he wouldn't have heard it. But he did…just as his fingers let go and his arm had flown, his body jerked away from her instinctively because of the tickling, and well…

"AHHH!” Kevin Lynch was standing off to the side, dart plunged neatly into the soft, front round of his shoulder joint, staring in disbelief clutching at the top of his chest.

“Luke!” Penelope immediately reprimanded brows knit and mouth dropped open in a wide “O” She let go of his flannel, hands flying to her mouth.

“I didn’t- It was an accident!” He wasn’t really concerned with Kevin, it was superficial, he’d live. Dart tips were like, what? An inch? He was, however, concerned Penelope might start thinking this was intentional…

Penelope found her legs, scurrying over. “Kevin, what are you doing here?!” Her hand hovered back and forth over the injury, unsure of touching it. Tara grabbed a couple of napkins from a table near by and passed them off. Penelope plucked the dart out and replaced it with the napkins “Here, hold it, apply pressure. Hold it!” She shrilly commanded, letting go and stepping back. Her body language said everything, arms folded, high shoulders, hunching forward, foot turned out, and she was tapping. Luke looked to Rossi across the room, to JJ near by, and Emily talking with Spenser who gave a slight shake of her head “no”. Luke stepped back to JJ and Matt at the pool table.

“So what is this, he stalking her now?” he whispered.

“He couldn’t be so stupid. He has to know we’re here…” JJ answered back.

It was at that point Kevin’s pain turned to rage, “I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he lunged forward, snarling face pointed towards where Luke, JJ, and Matt stood, but he found he wasn’t moving. “AHHHH! he yelled again in pain, noticing the finely manicured hands of Tara and Rossi holding him back, Tara’s placed just so, directly over the wound digging in as he pushed away from them.

Penelope didn’t move, didn’t flinch, “Why are you here, Kevin?” she demanded again.

He glanced from her friends back to her, glaring at Luke “… I heard it was a bad case… I tried to catch you at work,” he looked down hissing in pain and jerked, shaking off the hands restraining him. “I wanted to check on you, to see if you…wanted some company. But they said you’d gone, so I don’t know. It was stupid, I just wanted to come see you, that’s all.” he finished, looking back up softly at Penelope, then coldly at Luke, “I know how these things affect you.”

“That’s nice, but you can see i’m with the team, i’m in good hands, and we’re all fine. You’re free to go, have a good night.” She turned away heading to JJ and Matt.

“Penelope, wait.” And there he was again not willing to listen, serving his own needs. She didn’t even bother to face him.

“Kevin, please leave. I want to be with my team tonight.” JJ and Matt wrapped her in a hug. Everyone else stood watching him, daring him to make a move beyond what she’d just requested. He didn’t and walked back out.

Leave it to Kevin Lynch to ruin the night.

FIVE

Luke remembered hearing Kevin whine to various co-workers about his girlfriend turning down his proposal before. He’d say her job was too stressful and he told her she should just quit and move out to the country, relax. Luke didn’t feel especially bad for the guy, something about Kevin always rubbed him the wrong way. Why would you be spreading gossip about your own girlfriend all over the building you both worked in if you supposedly loved her? The big thing Luke remembered though, why he really didn’t like Kevin, was Lynch puffed up around the office one day going on about how his girlfriend asked him not to talk to her boss about them, but he was "gonna show her how much of a man he was, he wasn’t scared of David Rossi” whoever that was...Why would you go against the explicit wishes of your girlfriend and jeopardize her position? Kevin was a dick. You don’t respect someone’s wishes, you don’t respect them. And now knowing Penelope was that girlfriend, he hated him. Knowing that he hurt Penelope, intentionally brought another woman to JJ’s wedding, knowing that he manipulated her and complained about her all over the office, how on and off they were, he wanted to wipe the floor with Kevin Lynch.

Since that night out, she really had been nicer, friendlier towards him. He would bring her coffee from Lunacorn most mornings, and she’d pretend to be surprised, small hand coming up to push at his chest, “For moi?”, or “Luke Alvez, stop making me like you!” grinning and walking away. He wanted to chase after her in those moments. They had turned a corner, and he loved every minute of it, he couldn’t get enough of her. Dancing with her at parties, standing next to her at Rossi’s cooking nights, hip bumping into his, her greetings becoming more flirtatious over the phone, but still just a little bit mean, a tart sweetness. She would never be completely nice to him and truthfully he liked it that way. He didn’t need someone to stroke his ego, he needed someone to keep him on his toes. He needed Penelope Garcia.

And so it was her he was thinking about on this very slow work day. Thankful for the chance to finally finish filling out his reports and get them turned in, but wishing for a technicolor-tech distraction. Prentiss had been very understanding about the paperwork, but the bureau was less so. They were breathing down her neck, so she had passed along the note. The paperwork was always the hardest part for him, recounting events, writing it all down, making sure nothing got left out, that everything was objective and nothing was bias, just the facts and their profile. It was very analytical, monotonous, and tedious work. And under the fluorescent lights it was awful. He sat up stretching, taking in the pile of to-do he’d gotten through and felt he earned himself a coffee break. Plus a walk around the office was good for you, kept your joints lubricated, blood flowing, your mind sharp, and it stopped his ass from going numb. And maybe, if he was lucky, he’d bump into his favorite display of hue. He knew where to find her, but he didn’t want to bother her if she was working on something. He made a lap around the bullpen, and then a lap around the catwalk, crossing near her office, door closed. His smile faltering the slightest bit. Emily’s head popped out of her office.

“Alvez, you need something?”

“Huh, uh, no. Just stretch break.” he pointed to the stack of files his desk, “Almost done. I’ll have um all for you by tonight.”

She gave a tight smile, “Ok” and disappeared again.

Deciding to get back on it, he walked to the break room to make a quick cup of coffee before diving back in. No Penelope distraction, it would seem. He was head deep in the cupboard looking for a clean mug when he felt a familiar soft hip check his.

“Tea, for me Newbie? You shouldn’t have...” she purred.

He closed the door, pulling out the last remaining clean mug and smiled wide, “In your dreams, Chica, there’s only one cup left.”

Penelope pouted, invading his personal space, “I thought you worshiped me”, her fingers closing around the cup.

His cheeks flushed, she was so close, so very close. “Even dutiful servants need their energy. Go get me one of the five I know are in that cave of wonders, and I’ll show you how devoted I am.”

She smirked, turning around, orange and vanilla smacking him in the face, “Come get it yourself.” and left him standing there. He looked from Penelope to his desk, he really did need to finish that stack of work before the day ended, couldn’t let feelings get in the way of work. He finished making the coffee and headed back to his desk, the light blue mug of daisy-cats mocking him and urging him to work faster from where it sat safely on the back of his desk.

He had two more reports left to do, small victories. Coffee drained from the cup, and unable to get her out of his mind, he got up, washed the mug, and brewed her favorite tea stashed in the back of the far drawer. It was only fair, she did a lot, she needed the boost too. Luke walked from the kitchenette, up the stairs across the cat walk and around the corner, head down ignoring the very pointed looks he could feel JJ, Matt, and Tara trading. He could do nice things for people. It didn’t mean anything.

"Kevin you can’t file a complaint. I won’t let you."

"He’s doing it on purpose!"

"No he isn't! What reason would he have? Luke is one of the sweetest people! He’s not some school yard bully!”

Luke stopped short, they were fighting. About him. Kevin wanted to file a complaint? Nice. So much for interoffice relations. Baby.

“Penelope, it’s not up to you, I came here out of courtesy, nothing more.”

“AND I TOLD YOU I won’t let you. I will delete it Kevin. Like it never even existed. I’ll write code that deletes it every time you file just to save me time if i have to. I don’t care.”

"Ooooh! Oh, I see.”

"What does that mean? What do you “see” ?!”

"That face. It was the same with Morgan! Some big, strong, handsome, fatheaded asshole walks in the door and you can’t help but fall all over yourself for them. He’s playing you! He’s using you.”

She was quite. He knew what that meant, there was either a furious Penelope on the other side or a broken one. He worried his lip, unsure what to do. How could he convince her it wasn’t true?

When she spoke again her voice was like steel. “You don’t talk about Derek. You are the only person here who ever thought I was being used.” Furious. Good.

Just because he was awful, didn’t mean everyone else was too. He was sick of this, tired of this guy showing up, tired of hearing him tear her down, hearing about how he belittled her, and tried to make her be less than she was. She deserved so much, so so much. Right now all he had was tea, but he could try for more. Luke took a deep breath, and moved forward, he knocked briefly and opened the door, not waiting for a response. He put on his brightest smile, because truthfully, he couldn’t not when she looked at him, and stepped into the room cup extended.

“Oh, great it’s you.” Was the first sound he was met with,"Get out, Alvez. Or have you come to spill that boiling bog water on me?” Luke kept his eyes on Penelope, but his smile flickered at the thought.

No, Lynch, I have something better in mind.

Luke ignored the man, speaking to her, voice low and soft, filling the space as only he could. "Hey, Garcia. Penelope…. I brought you that tea, but…” He glanced to the deep brown liquid and back to the same brown in her eyes, his head falling to the side, "I’d like to take you out. Can I take you to dinner?”

He could hear Kevin sputter as he watched Penelope’s eyes light up, rapidly nodding her head.

Fuck Kevin lynch, he hoped that hurt.

#garvez #criminal minds #luke alvez #penelope garcia #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jj #spencer reid #matt simmons #tara lewis #david rossi #kevin lynch #4+1 fic #wump fic? #accidents happen #snails tales #ao3 #fan fiction #kevin lynch is repeatedly injured by luke alvez

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Hey

Hey guys

I’ve been making a thing, and I think it’s pretty cool

Here it is if you want to look at it :)

Also there is like another 7k words left to throw at you, so stay tuned

#criminal minds #cm #spencer reid #fan fic #prison spencer #ao3 #dr spencer reid #bau #bau team #luke alvez #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #penelope garcia #tara lewis #stephen walker #david rossi #incoherent rambling #the special interest half: criminal minds #i write things

[spritehouse]

The End is Near pt. 1

I’m Not Afraid to Disappear

read on ao3 | part 2 coming soon

Prompts: Pinned Down (no. 5) & Radio Silence (no. 7) | @whumptober-archive (both prompts are mostly implied)

⚠️Content Warnings: talk of suicide/suicidal idealization/not wanting to be alive, drugs/thoughts of drug use and cravings, unhealthy or disordered eating, implications of self-harm please read responsibly!

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

Summary: The hunger helps with the cravings, keeping the itch, the burning buzz of need under his skin at bay, while a small glass vial of temptation sits closer than his next meal, waiting on his bedside table for the grieving genius to give in. He doesn’t want to be alive. It’s not the first time he’s thought about it, or maybe it is, considering the thoughts never stopped, suicidal idealization burning in the back of his mind since he could understand the desire to die, life fanning small sparks into roaring flames like bonfires, heat consuming every other ache in his body until only ashes remain. Spencer is tired. He doesn’t want to be alive.

- or, spencer is struggling after emily's death and his boyfriend, luke, comes to help

Notes: currently fucking around w putting my fics here. lmk what you think

His ceiling is white.

Or an off-white from time passing, wearing away color like life slowly weathering away rocks, mountains of genius eroded into piles of sand, the still color swimming, swirling in Spencer’s vision.

He’s tired but still so achingly awake, staring at one discolored spot on the ceiling, resonating with it; he doesn’t belong here either, sticking out like a sore thumb, too dull, too vibrant, too loud, too soft, too fucked up to save. He has never found where he fits, floating between nothingness and everything, all at once, distance silencing his suffering screams.

And he’s tired.

Exhaustion hangs off his limbs like chains, tethering his body to reality, pain pinning him down while his consciousness drifts, thoughts floating aimlessly through his empty apartment.

His stomach has since stopped aching over the blending days, giving up on reminding its host that, despite everything, he’s still human and requires food because it doesn’t matter if he’s alive anymore; he doesn’t want to be.

The hunger helps with the cravings, keeping the itch, the burning buzz of need under his skin at bay, while a small glass vial of temptation sits closer than his next meal, waiting on his bedside table for the grieving genius to give in.

He doesn’t want to be alive.

It’s not the first time he’s thought about it, or maybe it is, considering the thoughts never stopped, suicidal idealization burning in the back of his mind since he could understand the desire to die, life fanning small sparks into roaring flames like bonfires, flames consuming every other ache in his body until only ashes remain.

Spencer is tired. He doesn’t want to be alive.

“Spencer?”

He hardly hears his door open, staring at the ceiling as soft footsteps sound through the stillness, trudging through the thick layer of grief that has settled over Spencer’s apartment.

“Spence?”

Dim light streams through the open door, illuminating Spencer in a soft glow of grief as Luke studies the scene before him.

“Oh, cariño...”

His eyes leave the ceiling, lazily tracking Luke through his bedroom, watching his boyfriend stop at his bedside table, shanking hand hovering over the vial.

“Can I touch you, Spence?”

He doesn’t move, grief and now, shame sitting on his chest, pinning him in place, heart and eyes aching, burning, chest longing for his boyfriend’s touch.

“Okay, I’ve got you.”

Tears well like springs under his eyes when Luke understands—he always understands—what his partner needs, sometimes better than Spencer, without words, gentle hands holding him against his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

Part of him wants to protest, reassure Luke that he shouldn’t have to spend every second wondering, waiting for his partner to fall apart the second something bad happens, and apologize. The other part wants to scream, not at Luke, never at Luke, but just scream, finally feeling every emotion, every ounce of anger, regret, sadness, everything he’s spent his life locking away.

“It’s okay, cariño. It’ll be okay.”

He can’t do either; he can’t even cry.

“Alright, Spence,” Luke sighs after a few minutes, pulling back and leaning his boyfriend against the headboard. “Here’s what we’re going to do–”

He almost starts sobbing right there, relief lightening the load weighing him down, so thankful Luke understands that sometimes he just needs someone to take charge and tell him what to do, laying everything out and giving him a chance to turn his brain off for a bit.

“–we’re gonna go to the bathroom and get rid of this–“ He picks up the vial, slipping it into his pocket. “–and anything else you might have, and then I’ll run you a bath. We’ll wash your hair—and anything else if it seems manageable—and then change into your softest pajamas. Sound good so far?”

Spencer nods slowly, hanging onto every word from Luke’s lips like a lifeline.

“Alright. After that, we’ll take a break, if you need it, then order some groceries and get something to eat, anything you want, and relax. Okay?”

He nods again, opening his hand for his boyfriend’s touch.

“Can you walk?” The question is genuine, not laced with judgment like Spencer has gotten so used to, Luke’s hand gently taking his.

The younger brunette leans forward, gauging his body’s reaction to the simple movement—his head spins, splashes of color swirling across his vision, heartbeat roaring in his ears–

“Can I carry you, cariño?” Luke, like always, can read his response, waiting for his partner to recover enough to nod before scooping him up and carrying him into the bathroom.

“Okay,” He sets Spencer on the toilet seat, crouching in front of him until they’re eye to eye. “I need you to be honest with me, Spencer. Is there anything else in the apartment?”

He nods, dropping his gaze, eyes burning with shame.

“Can you tell me where?”

Spencer nods to the cabinet under his skin, heart racing, half of him wanting to take it back, tell Luke he’s lying, that he’s okay, even though he knows his boyfriend won’t believe him because knowing relief, whether temporary or permanent, is so close has been the only thing keeping him going for so long–

“Thank you, cariño,” Luke says, finding the small case in his first aid kit and dropping it on the counter. “Can I take these too?” He holds up an unopened package of blades, making Spencer swallow desperately around the lump in his throat, choking on his humiliation before nodding.

“I love you, Spencer,” Luke kisses his forehead, cupping his partner’s face when he doesn’t pull away, gently wiping away silent tears. “I’m so proud of you. Do you hear me?”

He nods, leaning into Luke’s hand.

“Good, because it’s true. I’m proud of you.” Spencer hums, closing his eyes against Luke’s skin for a second. “Okay. You said we’re supposed to tape this closed, right?”

He nods again, picking up a roll of medical tape from the first aid kit before taking one of the vials in trembling hands, taping the top before dropping it into the sharps container sitting on the counter.

“Hot bath?” Luke confirms as he stands, despite knowing his partner only tolerates baths and showers when the water could almost burn his skin.

Spencer nods, chest swelling with pride as the older brunette steps out of the room, trusting him enough to leave him alone with his vices. 

“Okay, cariño, one burning-hot bath coming up.”

They sit in comfortable silence, Spencer taking off his clothes while Luke makes sure the water is the right temperature before adding his partner’s bath salts.

“All ready for you.”

The younger brunette sighs as he steps into the hot water, fingers intertwining with his boyfriend’s as Luke sits on the edge of the bathtub, tugging his hand gently.

“Spence, I don’t think we’ll both fit–”

He sighs, conceding almost immediately to his partner’s wide, pleading eyes, stripping off his clothes before settling behind his, gently working the knots out of Spencer’s shoulders as he melts into the older brunette’s chest, eyes fluttering closed with a content sigh.

“I love you, cariño,” Luke murmurs, massaging shampoo into his hair, partner practically purring under the touch. “I absolutely adore you.”

#whumptober 2023 #no. 5 #no. 7 #pinned down #radio silence #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #luke alvez #shortmc #luke alvez fanfiction #ralvez #ralvez fanfiction #spencer reid fic #luke alvez fic #ralvez fic

[slytherinlesbians]

Whumptober 2023, Day 27: Scars

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, luke alvez, penelope garcia | ship: pre spencer reid/luke alvez, but can be read as platonic | trigger warnings: past self harm, past drug addiction | content: case fic, post prison spencer, autistic spencer, spencer is uncomfortable in his body, luke helps | word count: 1.6k.

“Jesus Christ, it’s fucking boiling,” JJ says, fanning herself with her hand. “Don’t they have AC  in this place?” 

“Just asked,” Tara grimaces, sitting down next to her at the table they’ve occupied and pulling a case file toward her. “It’s broken. Getting fixed tomorrow.” 

The team all groan. 

“Okay, I know we’re all uncomfortable,” Emily says, pulling her hair off her neck and into a ponytail, “but we’ve worked in worse conditions. Let’s get to it. The quicker we gather a profile, the quicker we’re out of here and back on our air conditioned jet. Rossi, Tara, can you guys head to the first crime scene? Luke, Spence, can you take the second one?” 

“Sure,” Luke says, and Spencer nods. He’s been back at the BAU after his stint in prison for almost a month now, and he’s been doing well, all things considered. But ever since they touched down in Miami this morning, he’s gotten quieter and quieter. He seemed fine on the jet, and as they head out to the car in silence, Luke begins to worry that something’s going on. 

“Hey man, you good?” Luke asks as they slide into the SUV. Spencer nods, relief washing over his face when Luke turns on the AC. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just hot in there,” Spencer replies, smiling at Luke reasonably convincingly. Luke lets some of the worry alleviate, but things still don’t seem quite right. He decides to let it go for the moment. 

“Holy shit, I know right?” he says as he starts the car and backs out of the station parking lot. “You think with a station this big they’d at least have working AC.” 

They pull up at the first crime scene, a house on the outskirts of the town they reside in. They both heave a sigh before exiting the cool car into the sticky hot air, and head out to the back lawn where two bodies, the couple who own the house, have been murdered beside the pool. They introduce themselves to the officers, and Luke goes inside with one to inspect the house. Spencer agrees to remain outside and scan the gruesome scene in front of him. 

When Luke comes back outside fifteen minutes later, Spencer is pale and dripping with sweat. He looks like he’s close to being sick. Luke gestures toward the house, which is air conditioned, and Spencer nods vaguely. They move inside together, into the living room, where the officers have now all vacated. It’s just the two of them, and Luke turns to face Spencer, scanning him concernedly. 

“You okay?” 

“Just hot,” Spencer mumbles, sitting down on the couch and wiping his forehead. He stares down at the carpet, and Luke sits down next to him hesitantly. 

“Yeah, you should take off a layer,” he says. “Everyone else is in t-shirts. I think I have a spare one in my go bag, back in the car-,” 

“No thank you,” Spencer says quickly. Luke doesn’t miss the way his teammate immediately tenses up when Luke suggests removing a layer. He frowns. 

“I know it’s not really your style-,” 

“I said no,” Spencer cuts over him firmly, still looking down. His foot taps rapidly against the floor, leg bouncing. He brings up a hand to brush his hair off his forehead and exhales tiredly. Luke stays silent, trying to figure out what to say next. He knows Spencer’s most comfortable in long sleeves, but he can’t figure out why the man would rather get heat stroke than remove a layer. He makes a decision, standing up suddenly. 

“Garcia’s calling,” he lies. “Have a drink of water while I take this.” It’s a bad lie, but Spencer is clearly too uncomfortable to notice. He nods vaguely, and Luke moves into the next room. He calls Penelope, and she picks up after two rings. 

“What’s up, newbie?” she says, bubbly as ever. 

“SOS,” he says, “I think something’s wrong with Reid.” 

“What?” she says, voice high and concerned suddenly. “What’s happened? Is he okay? What’s going on? I-,” 

“I can’t explain if you keep asking questions,” Luke rolls his eyes, and she shuts up. 

“Sorry, sorry. Please. Talk. We need to help our boy genius.” 

Luke explains the situation, and Penelope is unusually quiet as he does so. When he’s finished speaking and she still hasn’t said anything, he says, “well?” impatiently. Penelope sighs, and after a moment, she speaks. 

“You know about the Hankel case, right?” 

Luke grimaces, remembering what Emily and Rossi told him about the kidnapping case and Reid’s addiction in Mexico four months ago. 

“Yeah, I know,” he says. 

“For years after, he didn’t wear short sleeves. Even once he’d been sober forever, and we all knew. He didn’t want any of us seeing the track marks.” 

“But they’ve surely faded by now?” 

Penelope sighs. “Use your brain, newbie. What happened in Mexico?”

“I don’t-,” then it clicks. “Oh.” 

“Yeah,” she says sadly. “Ugh, I wish I was there. I wish I could wrap him up in a hug and tell him it’s all gonna be okay.” 

“You wouldn’t want to hug here, trust me,” Luke half jokes. “It’s so fuckin’ hot.” 

“I wouldn’t care,” she says stubbornly. “Oh well. I’m not there, so it’s your job to talk to him.” 

“Uh,” Luke says nervously, “Shouldn’t Prentiss do it? Or JJ? Or Rossi? Or literally anyone other than me?” 

“I think he’d rather it was you,” Penelope says shrewdly. “He opens up to you in a different way.” 

“I guess,” Luke says uncertainly. “What should I say?” 

“You’ll figure it out,” Penelope says, “Emily’s calling, I gotta go! Good luck!”

“Wha- Garcia!” but she’s already hung up. Luke growls and shoves his phone back into his pocket. 

Okay. It’s fine. He can do this. He’s not really a talk-about-your-feelings guy, but he’s pretty sure this is the only chance they’re going to have on this case to talk privately before Spencer gives himself heatstroke. He also thinks he knows exactly what to say. It’s going to be an uncomfortable situation for both of them, but if it’s going to help Spencer… 

He sighs and re enters the living room. It’s clear Spencer hasn’t moved. His leg continues to bounce anxiously, and his head remains in his hands. He looks up when Luke sits down next to him again. 

“We should get back to the station,” he says, and Luke nods. 

“In one sec,” he says. “I just wanted to talk first.” 

“Okay,” Spencer says, discomfort clear in his voice. “About…?” 

Luke takes a deep breath and lifts up his shirt just above the waistline, and pulls down the hem of his jeans just below. Spencer stares at him like he’s crazy. 

“See these?” Luke points at several faded scars that litter his hip. Spencer stares for a second, then nods. “Yeah. Rough, I know. I did ‘em a long time ago. It was a real messed up time in my life.” 

“You-,” Spencer swallows. He can’t seem to take his eyes off them. “You did this? To yourself?” 

“Yeah,” Luke says, letting his shirt drop back down. He’s surprised at how easy it was to show his scars to Spencer - they caused him so much anxiety for such a long time. “I did. And you know me - I love a one night stand. But for a while there - after I finished serving the Rangers - I couldn’t bring myself to let anyone see. It felt like letting them see right into my brain or my soul or something. But it’s been a minute. And I got through that dark period of my life. I don’t exactly show them off, but I don’t mind people seeing them as much these days.” 

Spencer is silent. Luke can’t read his expression. He hopes he’s not messing this up too badly. 

‘Point is,” Luke says hurriedly, “I know you’ve probably got some too. Scars. I don’t pretend to know what you’ve been through in the last few months, Reid, or even in the years before I knew you. But I do know that no matter what, I’d never judge you based on what you may or may not be dealing with under all these layers. And neither would anyone else on the team. We’re a family, you know.” 

“I know,” Spencer says softly, making eye contact with Luke properly for the first time throughout the conversation. “Thank you for showing me.” 

“‘Course,” Luke says. “What can I do to make you feel better about shedding a layer or two? You’re gonna get heatstroke if you keep this up much longer.” 

Spencer swallows and blinks back obvious tears. “You don’t have to do anything else. That was perfect.” 

“It was?” Luke says in disbelief, but Spencer’s already pulling off his sweater and rolling up the sleeves of his button down. He rubs his arm subconsciously, then holds it out to Luke. 

“You don’t have to-,” 

“It’s fine,” Spencer says quietly. “I want to.”

Luke looks down at Spencer’s arm. In the crook of his elbow are three circular, faded pinpricks. They’re so close to gone Luke has to squint to see them, but he understands it probably doesn’t feel that way to Spencer. 

“Thank you, Luke,” Spencer says, and Luke can already see most of the tension melting away from his body. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you right now.” 

“Tell Garcia that,” Luke snorts, and Spencer smiles for the first time since they landed in Miami. “She thought the only way to make you feel better was to give you a hug.” 

“I love her, but I would’ve hated that in this heat.” 

“That’s what I said!”

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #scars #criminal minds #fanfiction #self harm tw #self harm scars tw #drug use tw #past addiction tw #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #tara lewis #david rossi

[dudeseducer985]

New writing blog

I hope this is put together well enough by the end of it.

Hello! I’m quite new to writing on tumblr, or really posting on here in general, but I wanted to make a bit of an introductory bit.

Some stuff about what I’ll do

So basically this blog is for me to write fan fiction as a way of improving my writing skills and for fun. Since this is for me to improve, I will take criticism :). So if more experienced writers have any tips for me I will gladly take them. Other than writing I may post a few things about my interests, but nothing much else.

Rules for requests ig

Things I will write

Romantic fics

Cheesy romance fics (we all deserve a bit of cheesy romance in our lives)

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Headcanons

Oneshots

Dysphoria

Things I won’t write

Sexual fics (I don’t know how to write them and I’m not very comfortable with writing them anyways)

SA (very few exceptions for this)

Teacher x Student, Boss x Employee (Basically power dynamics, you get the idea)

Fandoms and characters I will write for

The Scream franchise

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez (once I catch up again)

The Batman (2022)

The riddler

Batman

Webtoons

Questism

Suhyeon Kim

Hajun Gu

More will be added once I re-read

Lookism

Daniel Park (both)

Euntae Park/Vasco

Zack Lee

Jake Kim

Samuel Seo

Jonggun/Gun

Joongoo/Goo

More can be requested because I forgot some of them

Viral Hit

Hobin Yoo

Wangguk Han

Taehoon Seong

Hyeonsu Lee

Yeonu/Yeonwoo Ji

Seongjun Baek

Requests for reader

I will mostly do everything ambiguous reader unless specified, however most of my writing is aimed towards non-women.

Things you can specify for reader in a req

Cis or Trans male reader

Non-Binary Trans reader (basically anything other than trans man)

Reader of a certain race or ethnicity (specificity is appreciated so I can do my research)

Reader with Disabilities (specificity appreciated for same reason as the last one)

ND and Autistic reader (anything specific to you can also be requested)

Reader with a particular style (punk, gyaru, scene, etc.)

Arospec/Acespec readers

I think that’s all I needed to disclose

You can do asks about non-fanfic related things if you’d like, but nothing too specific :D Enjoy my blog <33

#spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x reader #trans reader #derek morgan x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #mickey altieri x reader #Roman Bridger x reader #fan fiction #lookism x reader #lookism x male reader #questism x reader #viral hit x reader #viral hit x male reader

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

Master List

One shots

New Favorite Holiday: A birthday surprise gone wrong that actually ends up going right again. (Autistic! Spencer x Autistic! Reader)

Multi Chapter

Reaching Out: An Alternate Universe where the BAU team actually helps Spencer when he is dealing with his addiction.  (Spencer & the BAU) Pt. 1

Penelope's Birthday: Garcia is VERY excited to celebrate her first birthday with her boyfriend Luke Alvez, and he’s struggling to keep up. (Garvez) Pt. 1

Head Cannons

Autistic Spencer Reid Head Cannons: Food Edition

Moreid Head Cannons: How They Get Together

Requests

JJ x Reader: JJ finds reader after they get caught in a building where a bomb goes off (Angst and happy ish ending)

Spencer Reid in Vegas: Spencer has to return to one of the casinos he was banned from as a teen and he takes an interesting approach lol

When the team met Hayley: a little fic about season one's team and their reactions to meeting Hayley for the first time. Spencer is not a fan. (autistic hotch & autistic spencer)

Tags

#stories from the dungeon: this is how I tag all of my original fanfiction and head cannons, basically all my original writing

#answers from the dungeon: this is how I tag all of my answers to asks and requests

#georgia's not so critical analysis: this is all my essays and thoughts where i discuss the media i enjoy in a critical manner in terms of form and storytelling and such, but I also like to have fun with it lol so get ready for some rants

Playlists

Aaron Hotchner's secret playlist <3

Garvez my loves <3

Spencer Reid is my hero <3

#masterlist #stories from the dungeon #georgia's not so critical analysis

[the-invisible-queer]

Bestie, I had a dream Luke Alvez subbed to my Only Fans (I don’t have an only fans) but you bet your ass I’m gonna write a fic about it.

BESTIE TAG ME IN IT OR SEND IT TO ME IF/WHEN YOU POST IT

[reidgraygubler]

going in blind (luke alvez/reader)

{image id: gif of luke alvez holding two long sleeved button ups, the one on the left is gray and the one on the right is blue. A german shepard is in the foreground. the caption reads “the blue or the grey? hmm?” end image id}

Title: Going In Blind

Request: No

Couple: Luke Alvez with Visually Impaired Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of service/guide animals, mentions of serving in the army, brief mentions of PTSD, blind/visually impared!reader, if I missed anything or something else needs to be tagged, please message me and I will fix that! 

Word Count: 2,885

Summary: Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of my 7 fics in 7 days event! We have more firsts with this piece of work. I tried my hardest to make this be screen reader-friendly, if this has any problems with that, please let me know. This also blocks off a square on my third (i know) bingo card. It’s for the blind date square on the @cmbingo​ card! Thank you all so much for the love and support!  Check out my masterlist!

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“Are you on tinder?” Penelope asked, looking over Luke’s shoulder. Luke was quick, jumping as he put his phone face down on his desk. 

“What? No!” He looked over at his friend and colleague. He swallowed roughly, knowing that there was no way out of this one. Penelope already had the tools to find the truth. There was really no use hiding that from a woman like Penelope. Even if she wasn’t one of the best hackers he knew, Penelope would have worked it out of him no matter what. 

“It looked like you were on tinder, Newbie,” she glared at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Luke looked down at his phone for a brief moment, before looking up at his friend.

“He’s definitely doing something,” Spencer chimed in, looking away from his book. “He’s been picking up his phone and looking at it every other minute. That’s not an exaggeration,” he spoke looking back down at his book. Penelope looked back down at Luke with an excited smile. 

“Yes, fine, I was on Tinder. It’s been awhile since things ended with Lisa and I wanted to… put myself out there, as some would say,” Luke spoke as he gestured towards his phone, “and, tinder is a viable way of doing that,” he looked up at his friend and shrugged. 

“What if I set you up on a blind date?" Penelope smiled as she looked down at her co-worker. 

“I… I guess… you can do that," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't too sure what to expect from Penelope when it came to a blind date. 

“Oh sweetness! I know the perfect person!” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked back at Luke. "I'll give them your number! And then you guys can plan a date or something!" she looked down at her friend with excitement. 

{***}

"Roxy, blue or gray?" Luke looked at the German Shepard that was sitting on his bed. Roxy tilted her head to the side as she looked at her owner. Luke groaned as he looked at his pet, tossing both the shirts to his bed. He looked at the two clothing items before picking up the navy blue shirt and holding it to his chest. 

“Blue might be best. Who doesn’t love blue?” he looked over at Roxxy with a smile before changing into the shirt. “Alright, Roxxy, wish me luck,” Luke whispered as he rubbed the dog’s head. With one last look at the animal, Luke left, hoping to make it there on time. 

Unfortunately for him, time was not on his side and traffic ended up being his new friend. And when he did finally make it to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late. He rushed to the table, hoping they’d still be there.

“So sorry I’m late, I was trying to pick what color of shirt to wear and then traffic was a nightmare on the way here,” Luke chuckled as he sat down at the table across from them. They smiled and nodded, folding their hands over the table.

“Oh, oh it’s okay, really. I was a little nervous myself,” they laughed as they lifted a hand to their chest as they spoke. Luke looked at them and smiled. He silently prayed that this date wouldn’t crash and burn like previous dates he had been on.

But, little did he know, they were doing the same thing. They couldn’t even count how many dates they had gone on that failed harder than a teen who didn’t study for a test. They went into this date expecting it to have a bad outcome.

“Which color did you pick?” they asked like it was no big deal, like maybe he already knew the biggest, most obvious fact about them. They would have assumed that Penelope told him.

“Well, I, uh, I wore the blue shirt… I wasn’t sure which color to wear,” Luke laughed, watching as they started playing with their hands. 

“So that’s what color it is,” they laughed lightly before blinking. The smile they had on their lips was very genuine. They were excited. Of course they were excited, someone was going on a date with them. And, so far so good, right?

Or, so they thought...

“I don’t… I don’t get it… Am I missing something,” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them. They had their hands resting in their lap. As a certain nervousness took over, they began pulling at their fingers, popping each knuckle. 

“Did Penelope not tell you,” they nervously chuckled, blinking slowly as they shifted in their seat. 

“Tell me…? Tell me what?” 

“I’m blind,” they chuckled again. The silence that fell between both of them was tense. It was obvious that Luke had no clue that they were blind. Of course, they went into this blind date knowing whoever it was might not have known it was a literal blind date. It wouldn’t have been the first, or last, time Penelope left that detail out. 

“Oh… Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry,” Luke muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They laughed and shook their head.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I knew Penelope probably didn’t tell you,” they chuckled lightly before shrugging.

“I don’t know why Penelope didn’t mention that you… you’re blind,” Luke laughed as he brought his glass to his lips. They laughed and shook their head.

“I honestly wouldn’t put it past her… Wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that to me,” they smiled, reaching their hand out to feel for their glass of water. “Well, I’m not totally blind. I can see shapes if they’re being backlit. So, like if someone was standing in front of the sun,” their smiled and nodded before bringing the glass to their lips. After taking a sip, they carefully placed the cup back on the table. “Does that make sense?” they cocked their head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah it makes sense,” Luke nodded as he looked at them, “So, I picked a pretty good spot then, huh?” he asked as he realized that he was facing away from the sun. 

“Well, I was the one who picked the spot, silly,” they couldn’t help but laugh. Luke felt somewhat comforted by their laughter, laughing lightly in return. “I knew the window seat would help me in that. It’s nice having the shape of my date,” they kept laughing. In their head that made sense, but thinking back about it now, they weren’t too sure if it made sense out loud. 

“How… How did you go blind? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luke asked, his voice soft as he spoke. He wasn’t too sure if it was insensitive to ask that, but he was genuinely curious. If he didn’t find out through them, he would have just asked Penelope. 

“Oh, uh, yeah you can ask,” they laughed again. Luke smiled, it was clear he really liked their laughter. Part of him was happy they couldn’t see how he looked at them. But the other part of him was upset that he couldn’t share the same things he saw with them. “I went blind when I was really young. I was like 5. If it wasn’t a million dollar word that you probably didn’t understand, I’d say it. But, I basically went blind because of an illness,” they smiled and nodded. 

“Wow, I… I can’t even imagine…” Luke started but let his words trail off. Of course, how would anyone ever imagine being blind at such a young age? But they’ve heard that from so many people, and not just people they went on dates with, but friends, nurses, strangers on the street, and even family. They didn’t let it bother them though. 

“Yeah, the number of times I’ve heard that,” they shrugged as they reached out for their glass of water again, “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve been blind all my life, basically. I’m like a professional at it or something,” a small snicker came from them. 

“Do you have a service animal?” Luke asked, watching as they expertly placed their water back down. 

“His name is Pickles,” they smiled as they dropped their head down, “He’s a Labradoodle,” they felt happiness spread through their body as they talked more about their pet. Although, he was more than just a pet, than just a dog to them. Pickles was basically their best friend and family. 

“I bet your Pickles and my Roxxy would be great friends,” Luke enthused with a laugh. Their head jerked up as if they looked at him the second he mentioned having a dog. 

“Is Roxy a service animal?” they asked, resting their hands on the table. Luke smiled and nodded.

“Roxy helps with my PTSS…” he supplied a proper answer when he realized they didn’t see the nod. 

“Oh my goodness,” they whispered, a sudden anxiety grew in their stomach as they thought of what to say next. But, they didn’t really know what to say. 

“It’s all good now. Roxy’s my best friend. I’d be lost without her,” Luke swallowed roughly before nodding again.

“When did you serve? Where did you serve?” they asked, cocking their head to their shoulder. 

“Uh, several years ago now. I served as part of the 75th Rangers  in Iraq… with the U.S. Army,” his words got quiet as he spoke, but they were just loud enough for them to hear. They smiled and nodded.

“Thank you for your service, Luke,” the date whispered with a soft smile, “And now you work for the FBI."

“Yep! And now I work for the FBI,” Luke laughed and nodded, “Wouldn’t trade it for anything. My team is like my family,” 

“You know, that wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard somebody say that. Penelope speaks so fondly of you,” his companion smiled as they ran their hand across the tablecloth. Their shoulders relaxed as they felt the fabric beneath their fingertips. “Well, she speaks fondly of everyone she knows, so I suppose it’s hard to judge that. But, she does talk about you and your team a lot. More often than anything else. Other than Sergio, of course,” they laughed, which in turn caused Luke to laugh. 

“You’re not wrong. She really does talk about everyone she meets like they’ve done no wrong,” he agreed with a soft laugh. 

“Which is impressive in her line of work, because of everything she sees. But I think that’s something Penelope and I have in common. I think too good of people. I think it would be too hard to work in the FBI, though,” they wrinkled their nose. “I’ve met some pretty shitty people but not serial killers… Not that bad,” they shrugged and dropped their shoulders. 

Thankfully the moment was saved when the waitress came up to the table and took Luke and his date’s order. Playing it safe, they got spaghetti with sauce and cheese. Where as Luke ordered steak with vegetables. 

“That sounds yummy. Hopefully it’s as good as it sounds,” they smiled and nodded. “Sorry I was intense about talking nice about other people. I don’t know. Working for the FBI sounds like it’d be cool, but very exhausting.” 

“It is… It can be mentally and emotionally draining,” Luke nodded as he leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the edge to keep himself up. “But, it makes up for itself… See people be reunited with their families… It’s worth it then,” he nodded as he thought about previous cases he worked on. 

“I’d never be able to do that,” they blinked before shaking their head, “I don’t know how Penelope does it,” 

“A lot of courage. She surprises me everyday,” he laughed. This time it was their turn to appreciate his laughter. Though they couldn’t exactly see his face, they could imagine what was in front of them. The happiness and love he had for a friend. Luke’s date loved that he loved his friends like they were family. 

“Anyways, enough about me and my work…” Luke cleared his throat as he watched his date rest their elbows on the table. “Tell me about you. Like, uh… What kind of music do you listen to?” he raised an eyebrow.

{***}{***}{***}

“You should have taken her seriously when she said blind date," Luke’s date chuckled lightly as the two of them walked down a cobblestone path. Their arm carefully rested on Luke's as they walked. Their other hand held their cane, tapping it across the ground in front of them. 

"I agree, wasn't expecting it to be a literal blind date," Luke returned the chuckle, "But I had fun," he added as he looked down at his date.

"I did too. I'm kinda glad Penelope didn't tell you I'm blind," they laughed nervously. Truth be told, they were scared Luke would have ditched them. It’s happened before, what's not stopping it from happening again? They couldn't count how many times it has happened.

Luke abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked down at his date. It caught them off guard, forcing them to turn and face him.

"What? Why'd we stop? Did something happen?" As the grip they had on his arm softened a little bit, the grip on their cane tightened. A certain fear filled their body, not sure what was happening at the moment.

"You know…” Luke started, pausing for a moment to find his words. The date pulled their hand from Luke’s arm as they turned to face him more. “I would have come whether Penelope told me you were blind or not," he continued, lifting a hand and resting it on their shoulder. They jumped slightly, not expecting the friendly gesture. 

“I know… Well, actually, I don’t know. Because you wouldn’t be the first person to say that to me,” they swallowed roughly before dropping their head to the ground, “The number of failed dates I’ve gone on… Is a little embarrassing… And, the number of people who knew I was blind before the date and ditched… Is even worse,” they whispered as they stepped back away from Luke. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his date. He couldn’t figure out why someone would ditch someone as cool as them. So what if they couldn’t see as well as others, or at all? They still deserved to be treated like a normal human. 

“You don’t deserve that,” he muttered as he stared at his date. They smiled and nodded, already knowing that. “And, frankly, this is the best date I’ve been on in a long time,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. It was a pretty good date for me too,” they smiled, as their hand returned to his arm. “Where are we anyways?” they took a deep breath and shuffled closer to his body. 

“Down the street from your apartment,” he replied, looking down the street. 

“Did Penelope give you my address?” they tilted their head up to him as they spoke. Luke’s date wouldn’t put it past Penelope, honestly. They expected it. 

“Yeah, she said I should pick you up. But you said you would take an Uber…” he replied with a nod, “When we left the restaurant, I parked a few blocks away from your apartment, so we could walk… And so this date wouldn’t end,” he laughed lightly. His date couldn’t stop the large smile growing on their lips, feeling their heart pitter-pattering quickly in their chest. 

“You really mean that,” they stopped tapping their cane across the ground as they began trusting Luke. 

“We'll have to do this again,” his date laughed as they turned to face Luke, “I had a lot of fun tonight,”  

“Of course I mean that. I told you...This is the best date I’ve been on in a while,” Luke laughed as he sensed their new level of trust in him.

“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” they said with a bubbly smile. Luke enjoyed the excitement of his date and hummed in agreement. Even though they both wished the night could keep going, the two walked in a comfortable and warm silence to their apartment.

“Yes! We will. Maybe we can walk Pickles and Roxy in the park,” Luke smiled as he looked down at them. 

And just as he got to the bottom step of the small staircase, he stopped for a brief moment before turning to his date. “I’ll see you later,” Luke smiled at them. 

“I won’t,” the blind date smiled as they rested their hand on the railing beside them. Luke froze when he realized his verbal mistake. His mouth opening slightly as he looked up at them with shock in his eyes.

“Aw man, I totally fudged that, didn’t I?” he pointed at the date before shoving his hands in his pockets. They laughed and shook their head.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. I thought it was funny. It happens all the time, actually,” them smiled and nodded, “I better let you go. It was nice meeting you, Luke,” they grasped their cane with both their hands as they turned to face him more.

“I’ll definitely call you,” 

“I’ll definitely text you,” the date grinned before turning and entering their apartment. 

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Are you a fan of Tara Lewis?

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What is Tea but Love in A Cup? Hope. 

Pretty sure it's midnight now...Happy birthday, @darcyfangirlsfrequently ! Here is your present. Fluffy angsty not smutty Garvez. wc: 2,623 ao3

Every day Luke brings Penelope tea. It’s something he started doing regularly since her return...something he started doing since that day.

Privately, it’s the best part of his day, those few minutes they spend just the two of them.  

Sometimes it’s in a thermos from home like that first time, sometimes it’s in one of her favorite mugs from the collection that’s slowly been accumulating in the cupboards again and made in-office, but regardless of where it steeps, by 10:30am he always makes sure there’s hot tea in her hands. 

These past few years of remoteness and restriction, forced solitude, had worked slowly to expose deep in himself what he valued, what he needed, and what he wasn’t willing to give up so easily on any longer, so no matter what he’s doing, by 10:20 Luke excuses himself and makes his way to her. 

She didn’t like to work in her cave anymore he’d noticed. She worked in there as little as possible these days, preferring the bright natural lighting of one of the spare offices near Rossi and Prentiss to the dark, isolated space that was her high-tech hollow. He wasn’t sure what it was; if the place held too many lifetimes she’d shed when she left, or if it was haunted by memories she’d rather not be reminded of, if she just missed everyone and wanted to be closer, or if she felt more safe, secure, tucked between two agents. Maybe it was all of those things, maybe it was none of them. Maybe she just didn’t like the space anymore (despite the cleansing), but whatever it had been she didn’t feel the need to elaborate, and no one asked.

Carrying “Nancy” a large porcelain mug in the shape of a magenta unicorn leaping out of a curling white cloud (tail making up the handle, naturally), Luke climbed the stairs to the catwalk across the office. Giving a brief knock he sang out her name in greeting, “Pen-nell-O-pea” and peered into the room only to find it empty of both Penelope, and any sign she’d been there. 

Perplexed, he backed out. He knew she was here today, he remembered the new shoes she was wearing vividly, exceptionally short dress paired with the especially steep arch adding that much more draw and definition to her already arrestingly shapely spade calves…not that he was looking at her legs.

They were the oddest translucent cranberry platform heels he’d ever seen. Constructed entirely of plastic cut-out hearts, they looked like gummy candy, but they obviously had to of been made from something more substantial...even if they did appear to be particularly tempting and sexy edible playthings rather than actual footwear. They were also hands down the most garish shoes he’d ever seen, and having grown up in 70s-90s Brooklyn, that was saying a lot. But they completed her outfit; big red felt heart earrings, sky blue a-line mini dress with sprinkles of large cupids and arrows all over it, those shoes, and a matching ruby cardigan delicately keeping her within dress code. Delicately keeping her on the verge of his mind.  

Luke decided if she wasn’t here, he’d track her down.

His skill as a hunter was sorely underutilized in this particular search however as she happened to be in the second place he went looking, the second most obvious place as he passed back through the Penelope-less bullpen and the Garcia-barren halls to her tech office. This time, there was no knock preceding his entrance, instead, he started with concern, a soft “Hey, you okay?” brokering his arrival. She hadn’t been in here in weeks, but now suddenly, she was back.  

The doors were open, he could see her sitting on the low plush settee, computer in lap, fingers tirelessly tapping. She didn’t look up, but chirped back, “Agent Alvez, welcome back to my currently lesser used, but none-the-less beloved temple of knowledge.” With some finalizing clicks, Penelope moved the laptop to the cushion on her opposite side and canted her head, indicating she was waiting for him to join her. 

Luke entered taking the seat next to her, his right arm wrapping around her shoulders, his left crossing his body to place the cup in her waiting hands. Penelope, familiar to the routine now, was already pillowing her head to his chest as he pulled her in further, kissing her forehead and running his hand up and down her cardigan clad arm. 

“There a reason you’re working in here today…or maybe one for why you haven’t been?” He had long ago let her know he would gladly be the person she came to if things were wrong, and for a brief time, she confided in him, let him be that person for her…but since her return it had been a bit off…he still was that person, but she always qualified it now with some cutting list of who didn’t have time for her, or why she couldn’t go to anyone else. 

Excuses, he told himself.  

Penelope didn’t respond, opting instead to relax the full weight of her head on his shoulder, to feel his support. The cup balanced on her thighs, hands framing the heat radiating from it. There’s no one else she’d rather be there right now. 

She wasn’t thinking about his question, just him being there, him having been there, his unwavering consistency, their everyday little break and check-in, how lucky they’ve been that the team hasn’t been called away, how lonely it will be when they are… how she won’t have this when he is. She has to admit to herself that it’s been nice having someone else care for her. Silently, selflessly, comforting and caring. She’d missed that part of working with family. SOAR were more like her children, they were all so young, she was sheltering them , it’s why she started it in the first place. But the BAU those were her people, she grew up with them in a sense, the bond created there something unto itself, something untouchable, irreplaceable. They all looked out for each other, would do anything to protect each other... had done anything to protect each other... including Luke.  

Lifting the cup to her lips, the spicy chai scented steam tickles her nose and she inhales deeper letting the cardamom and ginger mix with the briny astringent smell of his aftershave before taking a sip, pooling the hot liquid in a bowl on her tongue, swallowing, then sighing, and sinking into the ocean of him, “I love you.” 

The stroke of Luke’s fingers stop.

 Penelope’s eyes pop open at the admission.  

SHIT.

Shit.

“This. I love this. The tea. Thank you. It is just. WhAT I needed.” She quickly stilts, sitting up and pulling away from his embrace, his fingers falling to release her like so many falling petals.

Fuck. 

She won’t look at him, eyes cast to the floor, her tea, the screens. How could she- did she just really? 

She loved him, she knew, had known since the dinner, or thought she could anyway. But she also knew he didn’t feel that way about her! It’s why she called it mid-meal! All that dining and wine-ing leading to other surely wonderful treacherous activities, only for her to get more attached and then him to gently, ease away? No, it was better to break it off right then, that way she wouldn’t get attached. The time apart from the team had been majorly helpful in easing those feelings, or so she thought. And this, she thought she had a handle on it, that things had gone back to being platonic. Or as platonic as they had ever been. These were just little visits between teammates, Luke noticing her daily work-from-home tea ritual helped center and relax her, helped her be more productive…

 But she just said it. 

TO HIM

And damn how true it was when she said it.How right it felt rolling off her tongue and curving past her lips, how good it felt to say it out loud escaping with the steam from her cup.  

Except now. Now it did not feel so good. Now it was out there floating around oppressively. And this, this stupid fucking outfit. Oh my god. He was going to think she’d done it on purpose, a grandiose planned declaration with cupids and hearts and everything!

Penelope walked to her desk, placing Nancy down, worrying her lip, still refusing to look at him. She wasn’t dumb, she felt his reaction, his shock, the physical stall of his body on hers. And Fluff, she could only guess what his mind was doing in response. He must feel like fleeing. She’d made a mess of things, so uncomfortable…Now he’d feel the need to let her down easy, to tell her he loved her too, just not in that way, that he cared for her, but maybe they should cool it with the tea-times for a bit. 

But she’d covered, maybe he’d hang on to that, let it dissolve between them, waft into the vents or get swept up in a dustpan like so much other dirt. 

—

She loved him? She loved him? She loved him. Could she really? The words had felt loving when he heard them, but her teasing and looks had felt that way too until they didn’t, until it came time for them to be honest. 

His fingers faltered, mind sputtering blank. He loved her, had loved her, for so long from so many different distances, so many different places. He loved her so deeply he was willing to be what she needed when she needed it, putting his desire for reciprocation aside to be with her in any capacity she’d allow, knowing he was doing it all despite her not loving him, even when it hurt that she wouldn’t see how he feels and wont feel the same. But this, was she finally maybe, opening up to the possibility? Did she love him? Actually? Romantically? Not in the way she says it to JJ and Morgan and Prentiss and hell…everyone but him.

Risking. It was a great risk to do what he felt was the only option for clarification, but one everything about this told him wasn’t so risky at all. He was glad to be a profiler at this exact moment and that he’d had all that practice reading Penelope Garcia specifically for so long.  

Luke stood, taking the two strides it took to get to her with more eagerness than may have been appropriate. 

And, oh look, right on cue here he is to deliver that crushing blow. “Ohh, the time!” Penelope said looking at her bare wrist, “You know I have to go- JJ- Emily-“ She faltered, still unwilling meet his gaze, turning to walk past him, make her way back to her abandoned laptop. Save herself, save face…cry out in her embarrassment the bathroom. 

Luke stopped her, hands clasping firmly around her elbows, large heavy stance keeping them both in place. Her face was cast down and god how he hated it, hated not seeing the candy of her eyes shining back at his. 

She was quiet, not saying a word, they both were for a minute. Then, gathering the rest of his courage, Luke requested soft and deep, slowly so that she’d hear every intention in his words, “Penelope Grace Garcia, I need you to look at me.” As he did, he move a hand from elbow to chin, “Right now, Chica.” and god, if he’d imagined the shiver of her body at his touch...

Tentatively her eyes met his, looking guilty, sad, his soberly hopeful, needing to know, “Do you mean it? How long?”

Penelope jerked her head to the side, face falling and hands pushing away,  “Alvez, let me go-“ 

But he wouldn’t, couldn’t, not when there was this crack in the wall, not now when she’d let this shimmer of truth slip. Breaking in a rush, he cut her off “-It’s been years. For me. Penelope Garcia, I’ve spent a lifetime loving you. Longer than lock-down, longer than I should have. If it were possible, I’d say longer than I’ve known you. But it’s not, it just feels like an eternity because I love you, and I have loved you and I think you love me too. God, I hope-” But he finds the rest of his thought turning to muffled noise as soft lips press to his and fingers curl against him, nails grazing his biceps as she pulls herself closer. 

His arms fold around her back and low on her waist, body rocking at the propulsion of her movement. She’s sweet and spicy, vanilla and chai, soft and silky and plush and warm and he’s walking her back and she’s following his lead and he should stop he should they’re at work, anyone could walk in at any time, this wasn’t entirely allowed, they work on a team together, Emily would kill them, which is honestly the least bad thing that could happen if they were found at this moment, but he can’t now that they’re here, he doesn’t want to now that they’re here. His heart is pounding and the blood is rushing through his ears, she hasn’t broken their kiss yet and his hand is drifting lower, gripping and pulling her closer but it only reminds him how short todays dress really is when fingertips brush along the meeting of ass and thigh and Penelope lets out a squeak of surprise that morphs into an “oof!” as they get resistance hitting the wall.

Her hands let go moving to spread on his chest, when she opens her eyes he’s looking down at her, wrecked, acquisitive, wild, and short of breath. Luke takes a step back, recovering space between them, pulling the hem of her skirt down in the process. Penelope slumps back against the wall, knees suddenly uncooperative. “So you love me huh?” 

Sucking in his lower lip, he eyes her playfully, and all Penelope can think is how nice that lip felt on hers, how she wants it back on hers, latching down her throat, wandering over her chest, down, down, down…her vision shifts. 

“I dunno, you still think you can’t talk to me without taking shots?”

Her eyes snap back to his, the pang of regret hitting when she sees the wound behind the joke.

“It was never like that…even when I tried to pretend it was. I’m sorry.” 

Luke only nods, “I do love you. I’m not sorry.” 

He was teasing, mostly, he was willing to let it go, had let what should have been much worse go, because as Pope said, hope springs eternal…and after that night, after the wake, she seemed to look at him differently, things had been different. 

Penelope’s hands dropped, her gaze going with them, finding it easier to communicate at this turning point when she wasn’t looking directly at the target of her hurt, focusing on her cuticles instead, “So where do we go from here?”

Scooping up the abandoned mug of tea and taking a hand in his, Luke pulled her back to the settee, “I think tonight, I take you home. We’ll order takeout from La Cubana, and we’ll have a do-over. But right now, I think we have tea and relax, and then in a few minutes we get back to finding killers, like normal.”

Sitting with his arm once again around her, Penelope looks up at Luke, unimpressed, a little horrified, “Our normal’s kinda gross.”

A twitch of amusement crosses his face, cheek dimpling with the smirk that forms, “Yeah, but it’s better when there’s hope.”

_____ _____

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come."

-Alexander Pope

-A Darcy fic check list- ✓ Fluffy cuddles ✓ Forehead kiss ✓ Over the top profession of love from one Luke Alvez ✓ Full name ✓ Singsong name ✓ Emotional check in 𐄂 Platonic Morvez, Garvez + Morgan

#He's specific about dinner because Bacchicly hates that Luke is so vague with Lisa #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #fanfiction #fics ending in quotes #fluff #angst #ao3 fan fiction #No Morgan :/ sorry #Couldn't fit him in because I liked it ending there #but you can pretend Morgan walks in on them before the tea time is over because Goldstar? #takes one look at them say “Nice” and walks out.

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Maroon

request: Hey, could you do a Spence request where you're all at Rossi's mansion for the weekend for poker, pasta and cigars. Spence is getting Rossi's place ready with him, and the guys and won't shut up about how much he fancies you, and the guys all encourage him to tell you and you're at Emily's with the girls getting in the car for the weekend. They know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you. One evening, you're all super drunk and Spence blurts out his feelings for you. 🥰💕🥰

Warnings:Strong language, Pure fluffieness

A/N: This idea was absolutely adorable! I had a lot of fun writing it down!

Spencer wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings towards you, anytime you were around, all he could focus on was you, the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, the face of euphoria you made when you eat McDonald's after a long day, the frustration that exuded when you had a disagreement with Hotch (you’re the only one with the balls to argue with him) but he ended up ordering you to give up.

The only person on the team who didn’t know about Spencer’s love for you, was, well, you. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes off of him to notice his endearment for you. You had the same issue Spencer had, only you noticed how he tended to dart his tongue over his lips when he got nervous, or when he smiled at the sight of Henrey or Jack, the way he stuttered when he rambled around you, or the passion in his eyes when he talked about his mom.

Spencer didn’t exactly appreciate when the other members of the team teased him about his love for you, so when he got trapped with the men, getting ready for a party at Rossi’s mansion he tried to keep silent as to not drag attention to himself.

It didn’t work.

“I wonder if Y/N will wear a dress or a suit?”

Morgan spoke out, smirking at how Spencer’s cheeks turned bright red at just the mention of your name alone. 

“I think she’ll wear a dress, you know she loves them, even if she wears suits to work. what do you think Reid?”

Rossi asked, all eyes turned to a blushing Spencer who was making fruit punch. He was avoiding eye contact, stuck at the thought of you in a dress, or a floral suit you would wear to a bar, either way you were stunning to him.

“She’ll wear a suit, she’s more comfortable in them, a dress makes her feel too fancy, she admires the idea of wearing dresses, but she doesn’t wear them because she doesn’t want people to view her as too feminine for being an agent. So she’ll wear a suit, most likely a black coat with a floral dress shirt and floral pants.”

He didn’t even notice the wide smile on his face that slowly spread as he spoke about you. He was lost in thought until Morgan and Hotch’s laughs brought hime back to the present.

“Dude, you are whipped for her.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, stammering as his voice goes up five octaves.

“Shut up Morgan! I’m not!”

“You are! You’ve been staring at her for years! Every time she’s in the same room as you you just stare like a lovesick maniac! I mean come on man! You gotta tell her!”

“Reid, do you love Y/N?”

Spencer doesn’t even know how to answer Hotch’s question. Did he love you? He knew he liked you at least, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit he was in love again. He hadn’t said it since Maeve... However, just by thinking of you again, he was sure.

“I do...”

--At Emily’s apartment (the girls)--

“I do! I love it so much! Thank you Penelope!”

Penelope had purchased personally designed dresses made for each of the women, yours was a simple, dark maroon silk dress, it ended right above your knees, flowing freely around your cleavage.

“I knew you would like it!”

“It kind of reminds me of that red suit that Spencer wore to Rossi’s party at that one bar that one time, remember that?”

The girls look at you confused, No one has ever remembered every outfit Spencer has worn, except for Spencer.

“You seriously don’t remember? C’mon! That was one of his best looks!”

“I beg of you just confess your undying love for him tonight.”

You click your tongue. The girls were more straight-forward with you than how the men were with Spencer, yes they teased you endlessly, but they also begged you to confess your love to him constantly. Sometimes they would even text you on the jet when you were sitting right next to him.

“Can’t. You see, Spencer’s an intelligent man, he would know that I’m lying.”

Groans all around the room. You, unlike Spencer, are great at hiding your feelings for the man as long as the man himself is no where to be seen. However if he was around, you became a rambling mess, Spencer just thought you were embarrassed that everyone was insisting you liked him.

“C’mon Y/N, you may be able to hide it when Dr. Genius isn’t around, but honey oh honey you do not see yourself when he’s around. You get all blushy and flustered and it’s adorable and it’s killing me that you won’t admit it!”

“I’m very sorry for killing you my dearest Penelope, but I can’t. Even if I did like him, which I don’t, I don’t even begin to compare to him in any way. He wouldn’t go for me if I were the last girl on earth.”

Your mood clearly decreased to a sad lump of emotion, your back slumping as you lean against a wall, looking down at your heels. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop loving him.

--At Rossi’s mansion (tha bois)--

“Oh my god we finally got him to admit it! You love Y/n Y/L/N!”

The men at Rossi’s mansion (which were somehow finished with getting the party ready) wouldn't stop messing with Young Dr. Reid. The poor man couldn’t even sit down without being teased.

“We finally did it boys! We got him to admit it!”

“Now we need him to tell her!”

That made Spencer’s head shoot up, confess to his friends that he loved you? Sure, why not. Tell you?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. He wasn’t even remotely ready for that. 

“No. No! I’m not doing that! I can’t! Hotch, tell them I can’t!”

Hotch chuckles at the state of the fully grown man, the usually calm doctor had literal tears staining his eyes as he begged Hotch to stop Morgan and Rossi. 

“Okay okay, leave Reid alone. The party hasn’t even started and He’s having a mental breakdown.”

A small ding rings out in the laughter of the men, Rossi pulls his phone out. 

“Looks like the ladies are on their way over, finally, apparently there was a tiny issue so they might be a tiny bit late.”

--In Emily’s car (the ladies)--

“Intoxicate me now, with your loving now, I think I’m ready now...”

“I THINK I”M READY NOW!”

You and the rest of the women aggressively shouted the lyrics to Toxic while on the way to Rossi’s mansion. After your half-assed love confession to your girls, you had a nervous breakdown and broke out in tears for a solid ten minutes. 

Penelope managed to get you up though, lifting your spirits with the power of Britney Spears. 

JJ’s phone rings, and she pulls it up to her ear.

“Hey Hotch! Her outfit color? Why? Yeah it’s maroon, how did you-”

She pulls the phone away from her ear, looking at the rest of the dancing ladies. Y/n and Penelope were screaming random song lyrics while Emily records it, chuckling at the scene unfolding before her. 

You weren’t even drunk yet and you were already excited, poker nights at Rossi’s were the best. He would select one person (occasionally two) to help him cook pasta, and cooking with him was super fun. Music would play in the background, making you drag random team members to the ‘dance floor’ and forcing them to dance with you. 

They did end up enjoying dancing with you however, but they’ll never admit it.

“We’re almost there!”

--Rossi’s mansion (the entire team)--

“Oh boys! The party has arrived!”

Penelope yells out as the four of you walk in, champagne and beer resting in your hands. The others were probably in the kitchen, sat at the island as Rossi gets the ingredients for pasta out.

“We’re in the kitchen!”

You follow the sound of music and laughing Hotch to find three of four male team members sitting down. Spencer was missing. His absence immediately smacks the smile off of your face, looking around blankly for him.

“Where’s Reid?”

Smug, shit-eating smiles spread across everyone’s faces as you set the beer down, grabbing a handful of chips from a bowl and shoveling them down your throat.

“Pretty boy’s upstairs getting dressed. You gonna go join him?”

You fake a gag as a blush crawls up your neck. They didn’t know how much you actually wanted to.

If only I could...

You smirk before sitting down next to Hotch, bringing your hand to his hair and ruffling it around, laughing as he grimaces. 

“Hotch, you should try new hairstyles. The ol’ sweep back look ain’t doing you justice.”

“I’ll wear my hair as I want to thank you very much. Now stop messing with it, as soon as Reid gets down here, he’s announcing who’s helping him cook.”

You giggle and pat the counter excitedly, looking at the ingredients Rossi’s pulling out.

“Those don’t look like ingredients for pasta Rossi...”

He looks up at JJ’s question, smiling with a wink.

“It’s not pasta. tonight we are making a classic Italian pepperoni pizza.”

‘ooooo’s and ‘aaaaaaa’s fill the room. Pizza sounded wonderful, especially considering all of the drinking you planned on doing tonight.

“We’re having pizza instead of pasta?”

Your head turned to the stairs to meet the excited voice of mystery. Your lungs froze as you meet Spencer’s eyes. He was wearing that damned velvet red suit that made you so excited.

It was as if the world had stopped when the two of you saw each other. He was adjusting his hair, but his hands pause when he sees you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread when he noticed the colors of your outfits matched. It all clicked as to why Hotch and Morgan yelled at him to get back to his apartment to retrieve the suit.

Meanwhile you were struggling to tear your eyes away from him, you didn’t notice the matching velvet pieces, instead you noticed the stars in his eyes, the way he paused at the bottom of the stairs to smile at everyone, the happy smile that reached his starry eyes. 

Neither of you noticed how everyone else snickered, or how they actually pulled their phones out, it wasn’t until Emily was shaking your shoulder and Morgan smacked the back of his head that you two snapped out of it, acting as if nothing happened and simply looked back at Rossi.

“Yep. And my helper will beeeeeeeeee...”

His finger moves around the room rapidly, before landing on you.

“Y/N.”

Groans and clapping fill the room as you walk to the other side of the island, wrapping an arm around Rossi.

“Alright, now the rest of you. Out.”

You say. laughing as they all leave, but you miss the way Spencer’s eyes travel over your body a final time before walking into the room with all the cold drinks.

“Alright,” you start, looking at Rossi with a wide smile, “Let’s get started.”

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almost twenty minutes later you and Rossi were putting the uncooked pizza in the oven, the hooting and laughing of already-drunken FBI agents making you and Rossi laugh.

“Y’know, I’m shocked that Reid decided to drink. He never drinks around us.”

You say, smiling while watching the pizza darken. More accurately, Reid never drank around you in fear that Drunk Spencer would say something dumb. Or worse, that Drunk Spencer would confess his love for you.

“Yeah that is pretty weird.”

Rossi looked at you, you were laughing while watching him, a wide smile on your face as Emily and Spencer dance drunkenly together.

“So, just between you and I,” You turned to meet Rossi’s gaze, watching his shit-eating smirk spread, “How do you feel about the kid?”

You freeze up at the question, letting it bounce around in your brain as you watch Spencer laugh happily. Your heart ached at the sound of his gorgeous laugh. Like, it physically hurt. 

“I love him... Oh god... I’m in love with him Rossi.”

You giggled a giggle of pure fear as you finally admit your love to yourself and to someone else. It felt scary, it felt so real all of the sudden. 

“You finally admit it huh? Well, you should go after him before some other girl who isn’t nearly as brilliant as you sweeps him up.”

You laugh and shake your head, doubt swimming in your brain.

“Nah. There’s no way he would go for someone like me. He has three P.h.D’s and is literally a genius. meanwhile I can barely remember what I ate last night. It won’t happen.”

Rossi sighs. How dense could the two of you be? You two were in love with each other, yet you were so fucking blind.

Meanwhile in the other room, everyone was trying to get Reid to confess his love to you. He was like a drunken puppy that tried his best to listen to commands, but just couldn’t.

“Just go up to her and tell her you love her! I’ll steal her away if you don’t.”

That was Emily. 

“Nooooooo! Don’t touch her! I love heeeeeeer!”

Spencer cried out from the floor. He was laid out like a starfish with an empty beer can in his hands. He didn’t know why he started drinking, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Then gooooo!”

Spencer stood reluctantly, groaning as they all pushed him towards the kitchen.

You and Rossi watched in shock as Spencer ran into the kitchen, breaking out into tears when he met your eyes.

“Woah woah woah... What’s wrong Spencer?”

You ask, mama mode taking over at the sight of his tears. However you really weren’t expecting what happened next.

“Y/N!”

He yelled out before running into you, falling onto his knees before you while clutching your lower back and resting his head on your tummy.

“Wha-”

“I looooooooove you! ‘m in looooooooooooove with you!”

You froze up, not noticing how everyone was recording this from the couch, Rossi clamping a hand on your shoulder. You just kept petting his hair as he sobbed against your stomach.

“Hey, Spencer, bud, why don’t you stand up and tell her properly?”

He listens to Rossi’s advice, standing on his feet and grabbing your face in his hands before leaning in.

“What-”

He cuts you off with his lips, melding the two of you together as everyone cheers and claps. You were momentarily frozen, but you quickly kissed him back. You were eager to take whatever love you could get from him, even if he doesn’t remember in the morning. 

When he pulls away, you simply stare in shock as he tries to pull you away from the kitchen, your gaze flashes over to Rossi, who simply ushers you off with the young genius.

“C’mon! We gotta get out of here!”

You giggled and laughed the entire train ride back to Spencer’s apartment, cuddling in his bed the entire night.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen in the morning, you only knew that you were spending tonight in his arms.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

He smiles against your skin, pulling you closer against his bare chest. He was warm against your semi-cold skin, making you smile into his neck. 

You really didn’t want this moment to end ever.

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[buckleyydiaz]

when you’re alone in the dark

Length: 1k

Ship: Ralvez

Summary: Luke has a nightmare, and for the first time when Spencer is in bed with him, he doesn’t think that he can get through it alone.

Thank you to @pretty-b0yy for the idea, but also for discussing this with me!! :)

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Luke’s eyes slowly blinked open as he sat up, adjusting to the soft yellow glow of the nightlight on the opposite side of the bed. He tried to slow down his rapid breathing as he reminded himself that he was safe, in his bedroom, and that Spencer was alive and okay, asleep peacefully next to him.

His mind would not stop racing with the remnants of the terrifying thoughts that had haunted him in his sleep, no matter how much he focused on breathing in and then out slowly. Luke looked over at Spencer, lying next to him. Luke’s eyes were fixated on him, looking so angelic, so calm and perfect, and Luke watched the rise and fall of his chest, his only proof that Spencer was alive, and not dead, as his head had been insisting just mere moments ago, and would not stop trying to persuade him.

The thought would not leave his brain, the image his mind had built of Spencer, dead, was seemingly permanently ingrained there. Luke reached to the bedside table to get his phone, from which he hoped he would find a little bit of comfort.

It was, after all, what he would normally do when he had nightmares - he would try and calm himself down, be that by cuddling Roxy when he was alone, or when Spencer was there, watching him sleep contently, and regardless of whether he was alone or not, scrolling through his phone, just looking at photos of Spencer, some with him, some with Roxy, some with the team. It didn’t matter, as long as they had Spencer in them. 

Normally that reminder of his boyfriend would be enough to calm him, at least to the point where he could sleep, but the photos didn’t seem to be doing anything to help, nor did anything else he would usually do, so he put the phone back, and tried lying back down, his heart still racing.

For a moment, he considered waking Spencer up, although he quickly dismissed it - Spencer hated it when Luke woke him up any earlier than 10am on days when they did not have work, so he would obviously detest it if Luke were to wake him up at 4 in the morning, for no reason other than his brain being stupid. Their relationship, while it had been going on for months, had still not been long enough that Luke was confident it would survive Spencer discovering his flaws, such as his restless mind that would require Luke to wake him up in order to rest.

He tried to curl himself up smaller, pull the covers tighter, and even get as close to Spencer as he could, without waking him up. While it provided him some comfort to be curled up somewhat close to Spencer, it wasn’t enough to persuade his mind that Spencer was fine, that he could sleep. Luke just wanted to hear his voice, to have Spencer reassure him that not only was he himself okay, but that everything was going to be okay, because it didn’t feel like it.

Tears began to well in his eyes, as he tried to hold them back. Everything just felt wrong, his mind was driving him wild. Luke couldn’t deal with this, not that night - he almost wished Spencer was gone so that he didn’t have to worry about accidentally waking him up or upsetting him - one of the reasons Spencer had said that he liked sleeping at Luke’s was that he slept more peacefully, and being woken up by your boyfriend crying at 4am was far from peaceful. 

However, all Luke really wanted was to no longer be alone in the darkness of his mind, and of his room, and Spencer could change that. 

A tear slid down Luke’s cheek, despite his efforts to stop it, and it didn’t take long before there were more, streaming down his face. Luke sat up, moving away from Spencer, an attempt to avoid him hearing the little sniffles that Luke could no longer hold back.

He couldn’t do it anymore. Luke just needed the comfort, so he reached out and lightly touched Spencer’s shoulder, his hands racing back to lap, all balled up.

“Luke? What’s going on?” Spencer asked, his voice soft and slightly scratchy from sleep. “Why did you wake me up this early?”

Spencer’s final question was more of a groan than anything else; Luke’s hands went into even tighter fists, his nails digging into the palm of his hand, which only made his crying louder. Of course he had woken Spencer up, and of course Spencer was annoyed.

It does help him slightly to hear Spencer’s voice though - his mind now able to trust that even if Spencer was unhappy with him, at least he was alive and safe, in bed.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, Spence - go back to sleep.”

But Luke’s voice was rough and wavering, affected badly by his tears, and Spencer, even in his half-asleep state, could tell that something wasn’t right, and turned to look at him, frowning.

“Love, are you okay?”

Luke shook his head, but only slightly, as though ashamed to admit it.

“Can I, uh, can you hold me?” Luke questioned nervously, as though it was likely Spencer was going to say no.

Spencer didn’t even bother responding, and as Luke lay back down, pulled him close, close enough that Luke could feel his body heat.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, but can you just talk? Please? About anything, I don’t mind.”

His words were muffled by Spencer’s shirt, which he had rested his face in, but Spencer quickly agreed, and started softly rambling about something that Luke was too exhausted to determine.

It didn’t take long before Luke was asleep, his mind finally conceding that it had lost, that Spencer had saved him from his nightmares, and if from that night on, Spencer let Luke have Roxy in bed with him, neither of them would mention that it was for comfort.

After all, no real reasoning was needed for Spencer to persuade Luke to let her.

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