#luke alvez is a worried boyfriend

[ralvezfanatic]

Luke x trans!reader but it's insanely sweet bc the reader is dysphoric but horny

Hoodie

Luke Alvez x Trans!Reader || FEM-ALIGNED DNI. you will be blocked

Reader wakes up dysphoric, and Luke can only see how hot his boyfriend is in his hoodie.

Warnings: Top dysphoria. Insecure and slightly shy reader. Oral sex, Reader receiving. First time writing oral so please forgive me. Masc terms used by Luke to refer to Readers genitalia. The use of cunt, folds, and entrance to describe readers genitalia in general.

Anon I'm sorry bc I think I mostly made Luke horny but I hope you still enjoy this 💀

also sorry bc the title is horrible. might change if i figure out what to call it.

Word Count: 2k

You woke up next to Luke, snuggled up right next to him. He went to bed in just his boxers, having stayed over as a last minute decision. You had gone to bed in just your boxers as well, but had an old loose fitting shirt for comfort.

Luke seemed so peaceful as he slept, the sun shone through the windows and hit his face just right. Your hand moved up to his chest as you admired him, just wanting to just climb over him and..

He's shirtless. It randomly hit you how he was shirtless. He could sleep shirtless. He could be shirtless whenever he wanted, and nobody would tell him to cover up.

Suddenly you felt a heavy weight on your chest. A wave of insecurity and dysphoria hit you, because your boyfriend was shirtless and you were not.

You silently cursed whoever created you for giving you breasts. And for creating you in general. The least they could have done was put you in the right body. You sigh as you rolled over, away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, getting up and immediately searching for your binder. You found it and quickly threw it on (struggled to get in it), and went to grab a hoodie. As you went to take your favorite hoodie you noticed the one Luke came in last night and snatched that instead. What's better than curing your dysphoria than with your boyfriends hoodie.

You went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, grabbing your toothbrush and wetting it before putting on some toothpaste.

As you bent down to spit out into the sink, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, along with a familiar sleepy voice.

“Morning cariño.” Luke smiled, pulling you closer into him. “You look so good in my hoodie y’know..” He muttered as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Do not.” You replied, a small shiver running down your spine as he began kissing your neck. “Yes, you do baby. So damn good.” He said, his hands slowly making their way under your hoodie and shirt. “Luke! Stop. Please.” You jump, quickly pushing his hands off your waist and shrugging him off.

He quickly steps back, concerned he messed up. “Woah.. Sorry. Did I do something?” He asks, genuinely worried that he might have done something to upset you.

“No.. No. I'm sorry. I just.. I don't feel.. I'm..” You struggle to speak, not knowing what to tell him. You sigh, turn back to the sink to rinse your mouth and place the toothbrush down on the side. “I'm sorry Luke.. I just feel so.. I don't feel like a guy. Look at me!” You frown as you turn back to him.

“Do you see this?” You ask, your hands gesturing all over your body “This!! Especially this!” You cried out, you move your hands up to gestures to your chest.

“Amor, what's wrong with that? With any of that?” Luke steps closer once he realizes what's going on with you.

“Cariño, you're perfectly fine. Just because you have a bigger chest than some men doesn't mean you're not a man.” He cups your cheeks and makes you face him. “What caused all this insecurity this morning?” He asks, his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheek to comfort you.

“Nothing..” You mumbled out with a shrug, looking to the side, not wanting to admit you had gotten upset because he was shirtless.

Luke sighs and tilts his head to the side as he continues to look at you, a small frown on his face. “Nothing?” He asks, knowing that couldn't be true.

You look back at him and sigh, feelings bad for not wanting to tell him. “It was dumb..” You muttered, leaning forward and resting your head on his chest.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm sure it's not stupid. Let's just go get breakfast, alright?” Luke says, not wanting to pressure you into telling him, but also reassuring you that he'll listen.

Luke ends up cooking a quick breakfast for the both of you, and then you both end up on the couch cuddling afterwards. You rested at the end of the couch, Luke next to you, comfortably between your legs and head on your stomach.

He looks up at you, admiring your face, and everything about you, his hands already wrapped around you. You look down at him, chuckling at him, confused on why he was staring. “What are you looking at?” You ask, your hand running through his hair.

“Can't I appreciate my really hot boyfriend?” Luke chuckles as you mess with his hair. “Did I mention how amazing you look in my hoodie?” He asked, his hands sneaking under your shirt, slowly feeling your stomach. Cause, you do..” He added on, his voice low as he trailed his hands down slowly.

You chuckle, letting out a hum while his hands slowly explore your body, having calmed down enough to allow him to touch you now. “Hm.. I think you mentioned it, but I like hearing it.” You smirk, Luke shifting between your legs so he can sit up. You pull him close so he's on top of you and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Yeah?” He smiles, leaning down to kiss your jawline.

“Yeah, I do.” You laugh softly, lifting your head up to expose your neck to him, hinting at what you want. He quickly catches what you want and moves down your jawline, kissing down to your neck until he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a soft moan as he kisses you, your hands moving up to his shoulders, holding him close. Suddenly you push him up, and move to kiss him, wrapping your arms around him.

He quickly accepts your kisses, moving around on the couch until your sat on his lap. You deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, straddling his lap and cupping his face. His hands find their way to your waist and under your hoodie and shirt once again.

You start growing aroused as you both make out passionately and Luke holds you. You slowly start grinding on him while continuing to kiss him, moaning softly into the kiss as your hands grip his face harder.

Luke pulls away, breaking the kiss momentarily and looking up at you. Both your lips swollen and faces flushed, yours slightly more flushed from embarrassment. “M’sorry.. got kinda carried away.” You laugh nervously, looking away from him.

“Y/N.. can I suck you off? Please.. I need to taste you.” Luke says bluntly, his voice full of need. Your face somehow flushes deeper as you look back at him, flustered at how straightforward he was.

“Wha.. What!?” You ask, slightly bewildered at his question. This was the first time he had asked to give you oral, the both of you usually just had penetrative sex. "You want to.. eat me out?” You question him, finding the way he had asked a bit confusing.

“Uh.. yeah. Eat you out, suck you off. Whatever. Same thing.” He shrugs as if it was the most obvious thing ever. You swear you can feel your cheeks burn even hotter as he speaks. You felt speechless for a second, unable to believe how he just casually referred to your genitalia like that.

“Yeah.. yeah I'd want that. Please.” You finally responded, slowly making your way off his lap.

He grins and quickly makes his way off the couch to the floor. He kneels between your knees and takes a hold of your boxers waistband and looks up at you, not wasting any time. He hooks his finger on the band, and pulls your boxers down, the cool air hitting your skin. You lift your hips so he can pull them off completely, looking away from him completely embarrassed.

Luke holds your thighs, spreading slightly and leans forward to pepper them with kisses. Slowly he starts to move towards your inner thighs, his kisses hot on your skin. He moves his hands under your knees and pulls you closer to him while spreading your legs wider once again.

You whimper as you feel his mouth inch closer to your cunt. He places a last kiss on your inner thigh before finally taking a small lick through your folds. You let out a small moan and your hands move to his head, fingers running through his hair, pushing his head down slightly searching for pleasure.

“So impatient baby, hold on.” He chuckled as you pushed his head down, but continued his actions. He ran his tongue up your folds again, his stubble grazing you before finally pushing his tongue inside you. A loud moan slips past your lips as your hand grips his hair, the other falling to the couch as he eats you out. “Oh fuck Luke. That feels so good.” You moan out, your hips bucking up as your hand pushes his head down further.

Luke groans as you push his head down, loving the sounds that came out of you. He looked up at you, a smile clear in his eyes as he worked his tongue inside of you. He moved, his tongue running up to your clit as he began suck around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You taste amazing cariño..” He muttered between your legs, his voice sending vibrations up your core. “Love sucking your dick sweetheart.. so good.” He added on, moving his hand up to your cunt. He teased your entrance with his fingers before pushing them in as his tongue flicks over your clit. “Luke!” You gasp out as you feel his fingers fill you, biting your lip to hold back your moans.

Luke looks up at you again only to see you trying to be quiet. “Don't hold back those sweet noises sweetheart.. Let me hear your moans baby.” He pulled away from you for a moment to speak before going back again.

The room slowly filled with your moans and the wet and erotic sounds of his mouth along with his fingers as he works his way to build your orgasm. You whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his tongue licking up and down your folds. He switches from hard licks to softer ones, teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue.

“I'm close.. Please Luke.” You whine, your hands gripping his hair as your thighs slowly squeeze around him. He moans at the feeling of his head being squeezed by your thighs. He starts to go faster, licking and sucking on your clit while moaning softly, as if eating you out gave him physical pleasure. He focused on your bud, licking all over it trying to push you over the edge. “Cum for me Y/N.. cum on my mouth, I want to taste you.” He muttered out, pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling you closer with his other hand.

With another lick up your folds, you pull on his hair which only causes him to groan against your clit. An enticing moan falls out your mouth and your thighs squeeze around his head as you cum on his tongue, Luke happily lapping up your juices as you ride out your high.

He stays between your thighs, licking your folds before you whine and push him away from your legs. He looks up at you with a smile, his mouth and chin glistening from your juices. “Did I do okay?” He asked half nervously, standing up to sit next to you.

“Okay? Fuck, Luke, that was the best head I've ever gotten.” You reply, moving over to him and kissing him, knocking him over in the process. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, kissing you back happily as you stayed on top of him.

You shift on him to get comfortable and accidentally brush past his erection causing him to moan out softly. He blushes as you pull away and look at him. “I uh, enjoyed that a bit too much.” He chuckled nervously which only caused you to laugh.

“Time to return the favor, no?” You smirk, making your way between his legs.

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[reidsaurora]

Hey sweet!! I wanna request for the Leo baby birthday cake

“you can’t scare me like that, okay?” with Luke Alvez. Thank you so much!!

thank you for the request! sorry this took so long, my personal life has been swamped lately and i haven't had much time to write 😅 hope you like what i wrote though!

"In Your (Broken) Arms" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: it's just a fractured wrist, but to luke alvez, your stressed-out and over-protective boyfriend, it might just be cause to bubble wrap you.

word count: 626

warnings: takes place in a hospital, mild sexual humor, very mild swearing, i think that's it!

genre: fluff <3

based on the prompt: "you can't scare me like that, okay?"

extra notes: the ending is rushed, as per usual. i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy the rest though!

beta read by: @reidselle (love you <3)

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"You cannot scare me like that, okay?" Luke said between exasperated breaths as he walked into the exam room you currently sat in.

He pulled the curtain closed behind himself before sitting down next to your bed, watching as the doctor wrapped your wrist. "Hey, be gentle, she could've lost her arm."

You rolled your eyes before reassuring the doctor that your wrist would be fine. "Don't listen to him. I'm okay, I promise. Well, other than the obvious."

The doctor let out a soft chuckle as he focused on wrapping your wrist up properly. "Y/N's gonna be fine, sir, I can assure you. Fractured wrists are practically a daily occurrence for us emergency room docs."

Luke's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A fractured wrist? Seriously?"

"Luke, we'll talk about this in a minute. Please let the doctor finish up his work."

The doctor met you with kind eyes. "No worries. I'm all done. I'll give you two a few minutes and send a nurse in with your paperwork in a little bit."

And with that, the man was on his way out the door, leaving you to deal with your stressed-out, and definitely overprotective, boyfriend.

Luke scooted his chair closer to the edge of your bed, taking your newly bandaged arm and placing a soft kiss over the new cast you sported.

You rolled your eyes, but placed a loving hand in his hair, running your fingers softly through his disheveled curls. "I'm okay, I promise."

"A fracture, Y/N," he reminded you. "There's a reason I told you to wait for me and Spencer to get that guy."

You winced as you remembered the pain of him flailing to get out of your grasp, his elbows hitting nearly every bone in your upper body as he tried to push you off. "Okay, maybe I could've waited but if you guys had arrived any later, he would've gotten away. I had to take my chances. Okay?"

Luke gave you a displeased pout, and you couldn't help but kiss it away. You loved him, really, but he sure knew how to be overprotective when he wanted to be, especially on the job.

"Hey, don't you dare use those pretty lips to distract me," he argued, brows meeting in an angry furrow. "I'm upset with you. You could've gotten yourself hurt. Hell, you did get yourself hurt."

"Luke," you sighed with exasperation, "I am fine. Now, will you please flag down a nurse so I can go home?"

He rolled his eyes, lips landing on yours for another gentle kiss. It didn't matter that you'd been dating Luke for over a year, he still knew how to make butterflies go off in your tummy every time he kissed you. "Don't think this is over," he warned, pulling away. "I'm gonna smother you like no one's business."

"Ooooh, I'm so scared of the big, bad teddy bear that is Luke Alvez," you rebutted, sticking out your tongue in banter.

"Watch it or I'll punish you," he said, heading toward the curtain.

A sly smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "Now that is something I'd like to see."

He rolled his eyes, pulling open the curtain and heading out toward the nurses station, but not before uttering a quick, "I love you, querida."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I love you too, bubble butt."

A soft voice, which you quickly figured out was Spencer, mumbled from the other side of the curtain. "Bubble butt?"

"It's…" Luke paused, trying to come up with an explanation. "It's a long story."

You just shook your head, eternally grateful for the man you got to call your boyfriend… and bubble butt.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

A War of the Heart - Chapter Four | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

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Chapter Summary - tension mounts between you and Luke and Spencer is pushed over the edge.

Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - very brief mention of losing a father (Luke), slight threatening behaviour, swearing, build up to the prison arc, break ups, drinking, sad Spencer, mentions of funerals and IED’s, war talk, brief mention of oral sex (f receiving), use of “good girl” possessive behaviour, slight dominant Luke, penetrative sex.

WC - 5.4k

Chapter Four

Present - Quantico, Virginia

You didn’t sleep much that night, too many things swirling around your head. Between Spencer and Luke, how were you expected to get any rest? Every time you drifted off you would be awoken by thoughts of one of them. You’d had several cups of coffee before you left for work but by the time you made it to the office you were still completely exhausted.

You were earlier than the rest of the team after you’d given up on sleep and decided to come in and get a leg up on your paperwork. But you were clearly not the only one with this thought, as not half an hour after you sat down at your desk, you heard the bullpen door open. 

You turned in your chair to face him. Even in war time you weren’t sure Luke had ever looked so terrible. His usually neatly swept back hair was all over the place, he had heavy bags under his eyes and his shirt was creased beyond belief. He made a beeline for your desk and you stood up as he reached you. 

“Uh look what happened last night…” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as if it was the only way he could physically stop himself from touching you. 

“Will never happen again. Trust me.” You were quick to add. 

“Good. Good.” He nodded, one hand slipping back out of his pocket with something in it. “I wanted to give you this.” 

You looked down at what was in his hand and your stomach coiled into thick knots. You quickly snatched the Polaroid out of his hand and stuffed it in your own pocket. 

“Why do you still have that?” You spat a little. 

“Why would I have thrown it away?” He shrugged. “Lisa found it. She knows about us, just so you know. She won’t tell Spencer so you don’t need to worry.” 

Why did it fill you with joy to imagine Lisa finding that photograph of you, wearing nothing but her boyfriend's army jacket? If it was you, you would have dumped his ass on the spot. Clearly noticing the small hint of a smile on your lips, Luke shook his head. 

“She didn’t break up with me.” A smirk twitched at his own lip. “She understood. Just like Spencer would if you weren’t so goddamn stubborn to tell him. Do you think I enjoy lying to him everyday? I like Reid, he’s a good guy. I hate lying to him.” 

“Well that’s not your decision to make.” You growled. 

“Why not? I could quite easily tell him everything. Including how you kissed me last night.” His smirk grew, challenging you. You clenched your jaw tightly. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Wouldn’t I?” He folded his arms across his chest, straightening his back as if to try and intimidate you. 

Sure, Sergeant Luke Alvez had been intimidating at times. He was strong and broad and had the kind of eyes that could send you to hell with one glance. But he was forgetting that you’d seen him at his most vulnerable. Post-coital when his walls were down and he would snuggle against you and pepper kisses against your skin. He’d cried into your arms when he found out his father passed away. He wasn’t as intimidating as he wanted to be. 

“No, you wouldn’t.” You took a step closer to him. “You think Spencer would thank you for telling him? You think I’m the only one that information would make him hate? You lied to him too, and I seem to remember you were pretty complicit in the kiss. If you try to take me down, Alvez, I promise you, I’m taking you down with me. I’m not your lowly private anymore. You don’t control me. I will not back down. If you want to try and fuck up my life, be my guest. But I will not go down without a fight.” 

Luke had a signature tell you’d seen more times than you could count in Iraq. It wasn’t as though he had an anger problem, but he was known for having an extremely short fuse. The littlest thing could set him off, take him from zero to a hundred. Soldiers often walked on eggshells around him, scared to set him off. And the one tell-tale sign he was about to lose his shit completely was when he started poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek like he was doing right now. 

You’d seen Luke at his angriest many times, on occasion it had been directed towards you and you were fully prepared for him to do it now. The vein in the side of his head was pulsing a little and you were ready for him to go full throttle and let you have it. And he probably would have done too, if it weren’t for the fact the doors opened and Emily and Tara strolled into the bullpen, chatting away over their morning coffees.

“Morning Y/L/N, Alvez.” Emily called over as she headed up towards her office.

“Morning guys,” Tara added, coming to a stop at her desk. 

You both offered them a small wave in reply before Luke turned back to you, anger still ruminating behind his eyes. He went to walk past you to his own desk but as he did, he growled one final thing in your ear, making sure to speak quietly enough that Tara wouldn’t hear. 

“I can’t believe I ever thought I loved you.” He spat and continued to his desk. 

And for some reason, hearing that was worse than anything else he could have said to you. 

***

You’d been so wrapped up in Luke’s reappearance in your life and trying to ignore all the unresolved feelings that went with it, that you didn’t realise Spencer was struggling with his own issues until it was too late. 

Of course he’d mentioned his trips to Houston and the subsequent moving of his mother into his apartment when he thought he could handle everything on his own. But then after the night at the bar he stopped talking to you, he was away from the BAU more and more and you barely saw him. 

In that time Luke hadn’t spoken to you either, unless it directly pertained to work. You often wanted to seek him out, maybe even apologise and try to salvage a friendship in this wreckage but you were far too stubborn. You knew him and Lisa were still going strong as you caught the occasional phone call he had with her. But you knew to leave well alone. It would take time but maybe one day the two of you could be civil with one another. 

It was almost three weeks later, after arriving back from a case in Palm Springs that Spencer finally reached out. 

You’d be home for about a half hour, indulging in the world's largest glass of wine, when there was a knock at your door. You frowned to yourself, not expecting company, putting the glass down on the coffee table and forcing yourself to your feet. 

To say Spencer looked haggard would have been an understatement, he wore his emotions all over his face. He looked like he was fighting some kind of internal battle just by being here. You didn’t speak, simply leant on the door jamb while you waited for him to say something. 

He just watched you for a few long minutes, as if he had no words left. He looked so painfully tired like he may collapse at any moment. Eventually he sighed deeply, running his fingers through his tangled hair. 

“We should talk.” His voice was distant, shattered. 

“Ok.” You nodded, stepping aside to let him inside your apartment. He shuffled his way in, closing the door behind him. “Do you want a drink or something?”

“No.” He was quick to shake his head. “Y/N, tell me one last time. Tell me you aren’t lying when you say you and Luke were just friends.” 

“Spence,” you swallowed, half considering actually telling him the truth. But it had gone on too long now, you’d lied too many times. There was no going back. “Luke and I were just friends.” 

Spencer looked away from you, his brow furrowing and shaking his head. He drummed his fingers against the side of his satchel before reaching one hand inside of it. 

“You see I’d convinced myself I was being paranoid, believed that you wouldn’t lie to me.” He retrieved something from inside the bag and pulled it out. “But then I found this.” 

He held the Polaroid loosely between his fingers, proffering it towards you. When you didn’t take it, he let his gaze fall onto it and you saw the hurt in his eyes. 

You’d left it in a book on your desk at work, maybe even a case file you couldn’t quite remember. You’d meant to take it home and destroy it but kept forgetting to do so. And now Spencer had it. 

“It’s funny really because you could have just been wearing anyone’s army jacket, right?” He sighed. “You can barely see the word Alvez stitched onto the breast. Barely. But you can still see it.” He let go of the photograph and let it fall to the floor, glancing back up at you, unshed tears now behind his eyes. “So tell me again how you were just friends.” 

“I’m sorry.” It was weak, pathetic even. You owed him more than that. 

“You’re sorry?” Spencer frowned. “You lied to me for months. I asked you god knows how many times and you consistently lied to me. Over and over again. Do you really think I’m so fragile I couldn’t have handled the truth?”

“Could you have?” 

“If you’d told me right away, yeah! Sure I would have been a little jealous but I mean, look at him! But I like to think I’m secure enough in myself that I would have handled it. It’s the lies Y/N I can’t cope with. People only lie when they have something to hide, so I can only assume you lied to me because you still have feelings for him.” 

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s not true.” 

“I don’t believe anything you say anymore, Y/N. I have enough going on with my mom right now, this is the last thing I need.” His voice shook.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that!” He raised his voice. “You’re not sorry you lied, you’re sorry you got caught. Did you cheat on me?”

“No.” 

Spencer chuckled darkly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. 

“Stop lying to me!” He sounded exasperated. “I saw the two of you coming out of the men’s bathroom together at the bar weeks ago. When you came back, you smelt like him, did you know that?” 

You did not know that.

“We kissed.” You admitted, pouting your bottom lip.

“So the answer to the question: did you cheat on me, was yes.” 

“Yes.” You croaked, looking at the floor. 

“Do you have any idea what you meant to me?” He suddenly softened, his first tear escaping his eye. “Because I feel like if you did, you couldn’t have done this to me.” 

You felt your heart constrict in your chest seeing him so sad. You hadn’t stopped to think how much this would hurt him when this all inevitably came out and now your heart was breaking because of the pain you’d caused him. 

“I know we joke that I was persistent and kept asking you out over and over again until you finally gave me a shot, but did you ever consider why I was so tenacious? Y/N, I was in love with you long before you agreed to go on a date with me. I was so insistent because I just wanted you to give me a chance, or maybe give yourself a chance, to love me too.” A few more tears rolled down his cheeks and he quickly batted them away in annoyance. 

You had no idea. Spencer had never told you he loved you before, maybe because he was scared you wouldn’t say it back. Before Luke showed up you might have, but you wouldn’t have meant it the way you should. 

“I’m so sorry.” You felt your own tears break free even though you knew you had no right to cry. “Luke was…he was my first love, Spence. My feelings for him were so intense, so all consuming and it just ended in the blink of an eye. I never let myself grieve the end of that relationship, I never let myself get over him. I don’t want to feel this way about him still, I really don’t. If I could just shut these feelings off I would. 

But the truth is, I’m probably never going to get over him. He has this hold over my heart and no matter what I do I can’t shake him. I knew that if I told you about us, you’d see in my eyes what he meant to me and we’d be over. But I needed us not to be over. Because I am crazy about you Spencer, my feelings for Luke don’t change that.” 

“But I would have always been your second choice.” His tears continued to fall and he tried to ignore them. 

“Don’t say that, that’s not-“

“No. Don’t tell me that isn’t true.” He cut you off. “Be honest with me Y/N, and I mean honest. If Luke were to walk through that door right now and tell you he loved you and wanted to be with you, and you had me standing here telling you the same, which one of us would you choose?” 

You wiped your eyes, looking away from him toward the far wall. You wrapped your arms tightly around your body as if it might help protect you. 

“Don’t make me answer that.” You snivelled. 

Spencer exhaled loudly and you heard him stepping backwards. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve. 

“You kinda just did.” He sighed. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be in love with someone who’s in love with someone else.”

You looked back at him, wanting to stand there and argue with him, beg him not to leave but you knew that wouldn’t be fair. You could see how much this was breaking his heart and the kindest thing for you to do was set him free. 

“I understand.” You croaked out. “I really am sorry, Spence.” 

“Me too.” He nodded, stepping back towards the door. “I’m taking a little more time off to try and sort things with my mom and I’d appreciate it if you don’t try and call or anything. I need this to just be over so I can try and focus on everything else in my life that’s falling apart.” 

“Ok.” You agreed. 

He reached behind him for the door handle, edging the door open. 

“I really want you to be happy, Y/N.” He stepped out of it into the hall. “I think you and Luke owe it to yourselves to have a conversation. You need to decide to be together, or let each other go.” 

You watched him go, hating yourself for putting him through this. The last thing you’d wanted to do was hurt him. You wanted to, at the very least, take his advice, but you knew you wouldn’t. Talking to Luke was not an option and the only alternative was that you finally forced yourself to get over him. 

Unfortunately that was much easier said than done.

***

2015 - Brooklyn, New York

It didn’t matter that it had been some five years since your days in Iraq, soldiers always had a way of finding out when they lost one of their own. 

Charlie Reynolds hadn’t just been your neighbour for over nine months, he’d been your friend too. You’d spent many nights talking through that burlap wall, sharing all your stories and secrets with one another. You were the same age, he’d chosen to join the military to follow in the footsteps of his father and grandfather. He was kind, sweet and personable. And he was one of the only people that knew of you and Luke’s relationship and you trusted him with your life. 

When the news of his death reached you, you were crushed despite not having seen him since your reassignment to Afghanistan. The kid wasn’t even thirty, but that was unfortunately how it often ended in the military. 

You’d heard the story through some old army buddies. After the US troops withdrew from Iraq in late two thousand and eleven, Reynolds was redeployed to Afghanistan although miles away from where you yourself were based so you’d never crossed paths. He was sweeping a road one day when an IED exploded, killing him instantly.

You’d been on inactive duty back in the states between tours, due to head back out to Afghanistan in the next few weeks when you’d heard the news. You’d been granted two days of leave to fly out to New York, Reynolds hometown, to attend the funeral. 

It hadn’t even crossed your mind that he’d be here. You spotted him across the church hall where Reynolds' service was being held, on the other side of the aisle and a row in front of you. You only saw the back of his head but it was all you needed to see. You’d long ago memorised every inch of that man, and just because it had been five years, those memories had never diminished. 

You told yourself you’d stay for the service and then dip out before the wake, head back to your hotel and drink yourself into a stupor. Coming face to face with Sergeant Luke Alvez again was not a good idea. Yet, once the service was over, you followed the procession to the bar in downtown Brooklyn that Reynolds parents had hired out for the occasion. 

You felt the moment he noticed you. You were in the middle of a conversation with some old faces when the hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention. You slowly looked up, glancing across the bar to see those intense eyes staring back at you over the top of a whiskey tumbler. And you should have ignored it, excused yourself and just left. 

But you didn’t. 

Your hands were shaking as you crossed the room towards the bar where he was knocking back his drink. You watched him order another, heard him utter the words and make it a double, as you approached. You reached him just as he was handed his fresh drink. 

“I should have known you’d be here.” He sipped the whiskey, turning to look at you. 

“He was my friend.” You shrugged. “It’s good to see you, Sarg.” 

“Is it?” He frowned at you, a look of disdain you’d never seen from him before. 

It had been five years but he looked so much the same as you remembered him, like he was stuck in time the way he was in your memories. And you couldn’t even begin to consider how good he looked in that all black suit or you would spiral down a rabbit hole with no way out. 

You couldn’t say you were entirely surprised by his attitude towards you, you’d expected it to be perfectly honest. 

For a time after you left Iraq the two of you had stayed in touch but it wasn’t easy given both of your demanding schedules. The calls became fewer and fewer and after a while you started to ignore Luke’s calls. Eventually, while back in the states on leave some time ago, you’d gotten a new phone and new number to go with it. 

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t missed him, it was because you’d missed him that you’d had to cut ties. It grew too hard for you to only be able to talk to him on the phone, it seemed easier this way. You’d never realised quite how much you’d missed him until he was standing right in front of you. 

“Yes.” You nodded.

With another sip of his whiskey, Luke seemed to soften slightly as he let out a sigh. 

“It isn’t Sarg anymore, by the way. I’m a civilian now.” He offered you a wry smile. “After we withdrew from Iraq my service was technically up. I considered extending my contract, maybe even deploying to Afghanistan. But I decided against it. I hear you're the one I should be calling Sarg now?” 

“Keeping tabs on me?” 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” 

“Not a chance.” You smiled at him and to your surprise he smiled back. 

“Congratulations. You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.” 

“Thanks, Sarg.” You couldn’t help yourself. 

Luke downed his whiskey, hissing a little as the liquid burnt his throat and placed the glass back on the bar. 

“You uh…you wanna get out of here? Go for a walk?” He seemed so unsure of himself, a side of him you’d never seen before. 

“Sure.” You found yourself nodding even though you knew it was a bad idea. 

Luke motioned you towards the door, following you outside onto the street. Instinctively you started walking in the direction of your hotel, which was conveniently only a few blocks away. 

“So, you living back in New York now?” You glanced at him as you walked side by side. 

“Yeah, I got a little apartment in The Bronx near my mom.” He nodded with a small hint of a smile. 

“What are you doing with yourself these days?”

Luke chuckled, shaking his head at how oddly normal talking to you like this felt after so long. 

“Would you believe I joined the FBI?” He glanced over at you, his smile bright and the passing streetlamps reflected in his eyes. 

“What? No way.” You scoffed. 

“Yeah, Fugitive Task Force. It’s not actually that much different from being in the army when you think about it.” 

“Wow. So I guess I should be calling you Agent then?” 

“Or you could just try calling me Luke.” He raised an eyebrow at you but you were already shaking your head. 

“No, no I don’t think so.” You chuckled. 

Luke pulled a face that said he surrendered with a shrug of his shoulders, before he grew suddenly serious. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Shoot.” You agreed, steering you both down a left turn. 

“I mean I probably already know the answer, but just humour me.”

“Ok…” you goaded him. 

“Why did you suddenly decide to cut me out of your life?” He spat it out fast, like ripping off a bandaid. 

The question had taken up permanent residence in his head for five long years. He often found himself trying to recall the last conversation you’d had, the last thing he’d said to you but he could never recollect it. 

“Honestly? I couldn’t keep letting you drag me into the past.” You smiled a little sadly at him. “I had a real shot of progressing my career in Afghanistan but every time your name popped up on my phone I thought about giving it all up. The marriage, the house in the suburbs, the kids you talked about. But I can’t give it up, you know? I’m a soldier first, a soldier above all else. So I had to cut you out of my life otherwise I would have done something dumb like…like…”

“Like marry me?” He offered you an equally sad smile. 

“Yeah.” You continued walking for a minute or so before you came to a stop outside your hotel. You looked up at it before looking back at Luke. “This is me.” 

He was staring at you in a longing way, a way in which you’d seen so many times before. It meant he had something to say, something on the tip of his tongue that he wasn’t quite vocalising. 

“Spit it out.” You sighed. 

“What?”

“I can always tell when you want to say something but are holding back. So just spit it out.” 

“Ok.” He took a step closer to you. “But you’re not gonna want to hear it.”

“Try me.” You narrowed your eyes on him, causing him to laugh. 

“Fine.” He stepped even closer. “I’m still in love with you.” 

You closed your eyes as his words washed over you, knocking all of the air from your lungs. You probably should have known he was going to say that. It shouldn’t have taken you back the way it did. 

“Luke,” you opened your eyes again, surprising you both with the use of his name. “I’m going back to base camp tomorrow and I start my next tour in a few weeks.” 

“You don’t still feel the same way, I get it, I do. It’s been five years. But don’t give me excuses ok? Just tell me straight that you don’t love me anymore. Please? I think I need to hear you say it.”

A long stretch of silence followed. You had two options here. One: you could tell him what he needed to hear, that you didn’t still love him and let him walk away hurt, but still intact. Or you could tell him the truth, that you still loved him and probably always would and inevitably set you both up for a greater fall. But you never could lie to Luke. 

“The problem with that is, I don’t want to lie to you. And if I told you I didn’t still love you, well that would be a lie.” 

“Huh.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “So uh…what are we gonna do about that then?”

“I’m still leaving, Luke. It doesn’t change anything. Tomorrow I am still-“

“I’m not asking about tomorrow.” He cut you off, stepping closer still until he was right in front of you. “I’m asking about tonight. I’m asking about right now. Fuck tomorrow, I don’t give a shit about tomorrow. What I want to know is what are we going to do about this right now?”

If you were stronger you would have walked away, you told yourself that anyway. If you weren’t still so unfathomably in love with this man you would have turned on your heels and fled to your hotel room.

But that’s not what you did. 

Instead, you better judgement flying out of the window, you closed the space between you and crushed your lips together with a bruising force. 

Luke’s arms immediately wrapped around you, scared you might change your mind. He kissed you back with a deep passion, one that was five years in the making. There on the sidewalk you surrendered to him completely, giving over your control as you so often had to him. It wasn’t long at all before the kiss grew far too heated for the public setting and he tore himself away from your lips.

He didn’t go far, resting his forehead against yours and stroking back your hair in a frightfully loving way. 

“Well, are you going to invite me to your room, private?” 

You couldn’t speak, once again Luke Alvez had rendered you dumb so instead you simply nodded. He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you inside the hotel. 

The moment you stepped into your room and you had the door closed behind you, Luke advanced on you, kissing you again while pushing you back towards the bed. You let him do whatever he wanted to you, like always. You let him undress you while you laid there basking in his glow. You simply watched as he undressed himself before joining you on the bed. 

He made you come with his tongue in a matter of minutes, screaming his army nickname at the top of your lungs and not caring who heard. He smirked at you, the mess he’d turned you into, while kneeling over you and stroking his hard length. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/L/N?” He asked as he parted your legs and knelt between them.

“You.” You had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your sheer desperation to have him again. “I’ve always belonged to you, Sarg.”

“Good girl.” He muttered, lining himself up. “Such a good girl for me.” 

With that he harshly thrust inside of you, causing your tears to overflow and your eyes roll back into your head. It felt like no time had passed. It felt like coming up for air after drowning.

It felt like home. 

Luke made you come again as he fucked you but he wasn’t far behind, filling you with his load. He stayed inside of you, staring down at you for some time before he finally pulled out and rolled down next to you. 

“Do you want me to go or can I stay?” He whispered, reaching out to stroke the side of your face. 

Stay. Stay forever. Convince me not to go. Tell me you’ll marry me and we’ll be together for all of time. Never leave me again. Please? 

You ignored the thoughts swimming around in your brain and shrugged lightly. 

“That’s up to you.” 

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to stay.” 

“Ok.” 

He wrapped you in his arms, draping the sheets over you both. You rolled onto your side and Luke held you from behind, pressing the most delicate kisses to your neck. Eventually you would fall asleep but for some time you let the tears silently roll down your cheeks while the love of your life held you, knowing you’ll never be able to be together. 

***

You woke in much of a similar position, Luke’s erection pressing against your back. You didn’t exchange any words, you allowed him to part your legs and slide inside of you. You let him fuck you again, using the pillow to muffle your moans and your sobs. Afterwards he turned you over so you were facing him. 

“This was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” His heart shattered in his chest seeing your red rimmed, puffy eyes. 

“Probably one of the worst.” You tried to force a smile. “I already miss you and you’re right in front of me.” 

He nodded, sniffing back his own tears. 

“If you ever change your mind,” he placed a soft kiss to your lips, forcing himself up and out of the bed. “If you ever decide you want to give up that life and settle down, I’m only a phone call away.” 

You watched him dress before he retrieved his card from his wallet and left it on the nightstand. He crouched down next to the bed and you shuffled closer so he could cup your face.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he whispered. “All you need to do is say the word and I’ll marry you in a heartbeat.” 

Your bottom lip quivered, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Marrying Luke Alvez would have been the utmost privilege. But you had other commitments you needed to see through. 

“You should go.” You forced yourself to say, taking him by the hand and removing it from your face. 

Luke nodded, standing back up and smoothing down yesterday's rumpled shirt. 

“I’ll never stop loving you, ok?” He shot you one last look before he turned away, physically unable to look at you anymore as it hurt too badly. 

You didn’t reply. You didn’t have any words to say that weren’t don’t go or please don’t leave me. You watched him slump to the door and open it, taking one last deep breath before he crossed back over the threshold into the corridor and closed the door on you. 

You were still crying when you forced yourself to sit up and picked up his FBI business card he’d left. With a heavy heart you got up, marched across the room with as much conviction as you could muster, and tossed the card in the trash. Holding onto another memory of Luke Alvez was pointless. 

You’d spent five years trying to get over him and in just a single night you were back to square one. Maybe one day you’d be able to tell yourself you no longer loved him, but today certainly wasn’t that day. Tomorrow didn’t look so good either. 

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[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Red

Summary: You try to surprise Luke for Valentine’s Day and it becomes a hot mess. (Just a lil drabble as I try to get back into writing!!) 

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Female Reader

Word Count: 759

“FBI, drop your weapon!” 

The bottle of wine crashed to the floor, a puddle of red liquid seeping underneath the white shag carpet. 

You definitely did not expect to have a gun pointed at the back of your head, a dark figure threatening to drive a bullet right into your skull. 

“I-” Throwing your hands up, you blink against the bright light as you slowly turn around ready to show that you were in fact unarmed despite the large shards of glass spread across the floor that could easily be used to slice the jugular of who had the gun that was now aimed between your eyes, but probably not as fast as they could pull the trigger.

“This is a misunderstanding.” You attempt, looking at the blood pooling up at the tip of your finger. You barely registered slicing it as you dropped the bottle, too startled by the booming echo of the man ready to end your life in a second.

“This is my boyfriend’s house.” You desperately explain, attempting to peer into the darkness and put a face to the intruder. 

Suddenly, the flashlight burning your eyes drops to the man’s side and you’re grateful that you weren’t blinded. 

“Y/N?” The agent lowers his gun and you finally see his face. 

“Luke?” 

“Oh baby I’m-” He holsters his weapon, crossing the room in one step to see if you were hurt. “I am so sorry. I thought you were out of town- I didn’t know who it was.” 

His hands are warm, one on each cheek as he examines you. You gulp once, twice, as you stare into his worried eyes. “I was, but I managed to catch an earlier flight, and I wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s…” 

The room was a mess. The red stain spread across the carpet, appearing disturbingly familiar to Luke and the countless number of crime scenes he had shown up to. “I should have known that surprising an FBI agent in the dark with no warning was a bad idea.” You laughed, but it was forced, and he noticed, not surprisingly, given his work with the behavioral analysis unit. 

His eyes dart back and forth as he studies you, gripping your hand tightly where he notices the small cut. His eyes don’t leave yours as he reaches to grab a kleenex from the table behind him, quickly pressing it hard against your thumb. 

“I’m so sorry, Luke.” What a mess. This is where trying to be romantic got you. Why did you take that advice from JJ? She and Will had been together for years, of course they’d try to surprise each other to spice things up! You do not do this to someone you’ve been seeing for less than a year, especially when they walk around armed with a weapon!

“Hey.” Luke snaps you out of your daze. “You have nothing to apologize for. I pulled a gun on you! I’m the one who’s sorry!” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “You thought I was a burglar.” 

His hand moves from your face to your shoulder as he sighs. “You alright?”

You nod. “I think the wine had it rougher.” 

Luke smiles, pulling you in close for a kiss. His lips are chapped, dry, but you still see the fireworks when you close your eyes like you had the first time he pressed his lips into yours. 

He pulls away, though you can tell he didn’t want to, but his face looked like he had better plans. 

“What is it?” You smirk. 

“I think we should clean up.” 

“Oh.” Frowning, you try to move past his tall figure to grab some paper towels from the kitchen. He caught you off guard as he playfully pushed you back. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“Huh?”

He pushes you towards the sofa, your back arching against the arm as he pins you down leaning in closely, feeling his breath on your neck. “I’m going to start a bath. And you’re going to grab the bottle of wine I was saving for when you got back from your trip.” 

Your heart flutters against your chest, butterflies swarming in your stomach. “Luke…” 

“Does that sound good to you?” 

Your grin practically stretches ear to ear, completely forgetting the mess. “I love you.” You blurt out, your eyes widening when you realized that was the first time you had said that out loud. 

He kisses you again and the butterflies settle when he pauses to whisper the phrase back. “I love you too, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

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[wrenreid]

Just Acting

18+ story

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Is Spencer with you?" The voice on the other end of Delilah's phone belongs to Emily Prentiss.

"No. He texted me that he was leaving for work an hour ago." Delilah's voice is filled with concern and confusion.

"He's not here. Do you mind coming to Quantico?"

She nods, and realizes Emily can't see her. “Yeah. Yes of course."

Delilah tells her assistant she'll be late for work today. She gets into her car and drives to FBI Headquarters.

"What's going on?" Delilah says, more to herself than the team.

"It's not like him to sleep in. I don't think in the 18 years I’ve known this man that he was ever slept in," JJ says. "Or fall back asleep."

"Should I be worried? Because I'm worried."

"It's okay, we'll get to the bottom of this," Alvez says to Delilah.

Garcia tracks his phone, impressing Delilah immensely by her skills.

"She's like basically a wizard," Luke says with a slight smile.

Delilah nods, smiling back as much as she can.

"A hot wizard," Penelope corrects him. "Last place his phone was on was a few miles from his apartment."

Delilah furrows her eyebrows. "He turned it off?"

"Someone did," Matt says, crossing his arms.

"None of us know anything about someone who seemed threatening in his life, do you?" Emily asks Delilah, sitting her down. "Anything is useful."

"No. No, things were perfectly fine as far as I know," she sighs.

"No one seemed to have something out for him. Or even you?"

She shakes her head.

_____

You were back at work for six days now. Well, the show was back to filming, Delilah wasn't on this episode until the end. While your boyfriend, it's still crazy to call Gubler that.... while Matthew was filming with the others, you stayed at your place and decided to clean up a bit to occupy your time. Your playlist blared as you cleaned your closet. New Year's Day started replaying in your head, and you stop what you’re doing, smiling to yourself. New Year's day, you’d woken up with a slight hangover, Matthew's chest under your head.

A part of you had thought you dreamt up the whole night before. You smile, not wanting to leave the bed ever again, but you did leave the bed. You put on a pot of coffee and then went to the restroom to brush your teeth.

"I thought you bailed on me, then I remember we're in your apartment," Matthew says with a soft laugh.

"There's coffee in the kitchen," you smile.

He pulls your back to his chest and kisses your head. "Thank you." Matthew leaves to go into your kitchen so you could finish up. You rinse your mouth and go to join him.

The two of you sit on the couch. You put your legs on his lap, leaning back into the cushions. He rests a hand on your calf, rubbing your leg gently.

"I hate when Aisha's right," you grunt, rolling your eyes.

"What?" He laughs, eyes questioning you.

"She told me a while back that the reason we fought all the time was because I was hiding my feelings for you."

A small smile grew on his face. “Adam told me the same thing."

"How annoying of them," you say, finishing your coffee.

"Damn girl," he laughs. “Want some more?"

"Yes please. Anything to get rid of this dumb headache."

"Maybe you should've had drunk so much last night."

You point a finger at him. "Hey, my drinking got us together."

He laughs softly, standing up to refill your cup.

You watch as he walks to your kitchen and pours some more coffee, putting in just the right amount of ice and creamer. He does pay attention. You smile. This is a sight you'd never thought you'd enjoy so much, Matthew messy-haired and still sleepy in your apartment.

_____

"Wait. My new assistant has been kind of... strange."

"Strange how?"

"I catch her looking into my office window sometimes m, she stole my perfume one day, and my receptionist told me one day she just left work out of the.... holy shit."

"What?"

"Spencer was there that day. He had just left to meet me at the coffee shop while I was finishing up. That's the day Jenna left work. Like ten minutes after Spencer."

"I think we have a lead."

"Oh my god. I can't believe this..."

"It's not your fault, Delilah."

"I hired her," Delilah says, running her hand though her hair.

"It's not your fault."

Garcia asks Delilah for her assistant's name. "Ah yes, okay she's from Miami, Florida, 31 years old. Lemme check her phone records."

Delilah watches as Penelope types away. "Okay so no phone calls were made today, but there's one from 11:38 last night to a Kendrick Omar, actually there's hundreds of calls to this number from the past three months. Does that name ring a bell?"

Omar. The last name of the guy who kidnapped Delilah and her father and killed him.

"We profiled that Omar's true intentions were to get Delilah, right?" Luke asks.

Emily nods. "Maybe he has a brother that didn't show up on his records."

"So you're saying the guy who kidnapped and killed my father, the guy you shot, might've taken Spencer?"

Concerned and serious looks are shared between the team.

Delilah sighs audibly. "I did a background check. Hell, I did two background checks on this woman."

JJ touches her arm lightly. "We're going to find him."

Delilah nods, closing her eyes.

The team works together, having Delilah stay in the building for psychological and protective reasons. Garcia types away at her keyboard, working her magic.

After an hour, Prentiss tells Delilah "We've pieced together that Jenna is obsessed with you. She wants you for herself, the same weird fantasy that Omar had. They'd met you through your dad and you most likely remind them of their first victim. Spencer got in the way of her having you. Jealousy overtook her, so she retaliated. This could also be a lure for you."

Delilah wonders if she looks as sick as she feels. She nods to Emily.

"I have an address. There's a house ten miles outside of town that's in Kendrick Omar's name," Penelope says.

"I'm going with you."

"No you're not," Luke says, more concerned than sternly.

"Yes I am. If this is a lure, then let them lure me in. I trust you guys will be there to protect me. Plus, if I'm part of their fantasy, then they won't actually hurt me." Delilah folds her arms. "I need to be there when we get Spencer back."

"She's smart," Matt says.

"Okay," Prentiss sighs, "We'll get got a vest to wear under your shirt."

Delilah nods, biting her lip anxiously.

Soon enough, they pile into an suv, driving to the address Penelope gave them.

"I should go in alone," Delilah says. "I don't doubt they'd hurt Spencer if they saw FBI with me."

"We'll go around back." Emily grabs Delilah's hand. "Be careful."

Delilah nods and gets out of the suv.

"Jenna?" Delilah calls, walking in slowly.

"Oh good you're here," Jenna smiles, walking to the line of vision. She's holding a gun in her right hand. "I wasn't sure if this would work. I was actually sort of hoping you wouldn't want to save him."

"Kidnapping an FBI agent isn't the brightest idea, Jenna."

"That's exactly what Kendrick said," she smiles devilishly, "then I shot him."

"Why did you do this?"

"Why do you think? I did it for you, silly. For us."

Delilah takes in a sharp breath. Why go through all the trouble? Why not just tell me? We could've had a life together without hurting anyone."

The look in her eyes changes. "Would that have worked?"

Delilah nods. "Just let Spencer go, and I'll go wherever you want with you."

"Come with me," she holds her hand out to Delilah. She takes it.

Jenna leads her to a room where Spencer is tied to a chair. He's clearly been given a sedative and his head is bloody. He averts his gaze upwards to Delilah, eyes showing signs of relief and joy at the sight of her.

"I want you to say it in front of him."

"Say what?"

Jenna glares at Delilah. "What you said earlier. How you want a life with me."

Delilah looks to Spencer, then to Jenna. "I love you, and I want to be with you."

"Now say it to him," she gestures to Spencer with her gun.

Delilah looks down then into Spencer's eyes. "I want to be with her. I don't love you."

Delilah then smiles to Jenna, trying desperately to get her to let him go.

Jenna sighs, looking annoyed and angry. "I wish I believed that, sweetheart.”

"But I-"

Jenna slaps her across the face. "You're lying."

"I'm not. I promise I'm not. Just let him go and we can leave. Together." Delilah pleads, holding her face.

"If you don't love him, then you'll shoot him yourself."

"What?" Her eyes widen.

"Go on," Jenna hands her the gun.

"We don't have to hurt anybody. There's no need to hurt anybody."

"You're really pissing me off. Just pull the damn trigger."

Delilah points the gun at Spencer, tears pricking at her eyes. The team was already in the house, she knew that. Delilah drops her aim to the ground.

"Fuck, I'll do it," Jenna goes to grab the gun, but before she can, Delilah shoots her in the stomach.

Her eyes widen as she falls. Blood spills onto the floor in front of Delilah's eyes. Emily and Luke rush into the room, the others following behind. There's looks of relief in their eyes as they see it was Jenna on the ground and not Delilah or Spencer.

Delilah's vision is blurry and her ears ring as Spencer is being untied. Tears fall from her eyes. She had walked away from them, barely even noticing she did so. She feels a touch on her arms and she jumps slightly.

"Hey, it's okay." The voice belongs to Spencer.

"I shot someone..."

The medics were already arriving, getting Jenna onto a stretcher. She's alive, losing a lot of blood, but alive.

"You saved my life."

Delilah turns so her head was against his chest. She cries into him, holding on to his shirt. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"I know. I know, baby. I'm okay."

"For what it's worth, you were brave as hell," Emily says to Delilah on their way to the suv. Delilah's walking beside Spencer with her head hanging low. She nods to Emily, mustering up a slight smile.

_____

"I'm sorry you had to do that," Spencer breaks the silence while they're sitting on the couch.

Delilah nods. "I'm just glad you're okay. Maybe this is finally all over for us.”

"I hope so," Spencer smiled, grabbing her hand. "I love you."

"I love you," she says, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He has a slight concussion that the doctors told him to watch out for, but other than that he's alright.

You just finished filming your last episode of season 16. It's a crazy feeling. Right now, it's almost 12am and you're sitting on Matthew's actor chair while the director talk to you guys.

There's a few more episodes left in the season, but Delilah is off the screen for the rest of it. Jeff tells you to meet in the table read room.

When you walk in, you see the rest of the cast and a few crew members standing around the table. AJ presents you a pan of cupcakes, one reads "that's a wrap".

You smile. "You guys are the best."

All of you dig into the sweets and talk amongst each other. Matthew kisses your temple. "I'll miss bugging you at work."

"Of course you will," you roll your eyes playfully.

After a little over an hour, Matthew drives you home since you carpooled to set anyway.

"How does it feel to be jobless?"

"Ha ha," you say with a smile. "Actually, not bad yet. But I'll definitely be bored soon."

He smiles. "I'm sure you'll find hundreds of projects just itching you cast someone like you."

"And what would that be?" You lean into him.

"Talented, frustrating, and pretty. Among other things."

You smile. "You should get some rest."

"You too."

You kiss Matthew's lips softly. "Goodnight."

He smiles, "Goodnight, Y/n." He leaves your apartment after giving you another kiss.

You smile, turning on your heels to your bedroom.

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[spritehouse]

Prompts: Infection (no. 13), "Just hold on" (no. 14), & "I'm fine" (no. 15) | @whumptober-archive

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid Characters: Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Penelope Garcia Additional Tags: Hurt Spencer Reid, Sick Character, Infection, Worried Luke Alvez, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Past Drug Addiction, Drug Withdrawal Series: Part 8 of ShortMC's Whumptober 2023 Summary:

“I’ll be okay.” “I have to be; lives are at stake,” hangs between them, unspoken. “Spence…” “I’ll stay at the precinct—no interviews, crime scenes, takedowns—drink water and eat, and after his case is over, and only then, I will take time off and let you fuss over me as much as you want.” Luke sighs, knowing this is as good as he’ll get. “You have to tell me if you start feeling worse and if Prentiss decides to take you off this case, I’m siding with her. Okay?” Spencer nods, closing his eyes as he takes his boyfriend’s hand, pressing it against his burning skin with a soft sigh. “Thank you, Cariño. I love you.”

- or, spencer is coming down with a fever, and luke has every right to be worried

#whumptober 2023 #no.13 #no.14 #no.15 #infection #“just hold on” #“i'm fine” #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #luke alvez #spencer reid fanfiction #ralvez #luke alvez fanfiction #ralvez fanfiction #shortmc #spencer reid fic #luke alvez fic #ralvez fic

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Calling Our Expert

For @penelopeminded

Summary: How Luke got Penelope to come back to the BAU

Word count: 1544

Can also be read here on Ao3

The doorbell rang just as Penelope took the tray of cookies out of the oven. She placed them on the counter and walked over to the door. She opened it to the sight of her boyfriend, Luke Alvez, who greeted her with a smile and a raise of his eyebrows. The smile on his face said hi. The look in his eyes said I love you.

"Hey, you!" Penelope exclaimed, pulling him and giving him a light kiss as a welcome. "You weren't supposed to be here until tonight for movie night! This is a nice surprise! I'm so glad you're here! I just finished doing some baking, and I need a taste-tester!" She pointed to a spot at her kitchen island. "Now go! Sit!"

Despite the fact that he was there to ask her to dive back into the world of unsubs and gore and everything terrible in the world, he listened to her and took a seat. He could wait a few minutes. As much as it was his idea to call her back, he was worried about how this would affect her. They needed her, yes, but she probably needed to come back as much as she needed a hole in the head.

She walked over to him with a tray of scones but then paused on the opposite side of the island from him. "Wait a second, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you had to go into work? You guys have a really urgent case or something?”

For a moment he regretted suggesting this, regretted showing up at her door. An intrusive voice in his head whispered that she might be so angry at him for suggesting this that she’d end things with him. “That’s actually what I need to talk to you about. The case.”

She slowly put the tray of scones down on the island and looked him dead in the eye. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“That depends, what do you think I’m saying?”

“Are you… asking me to come back?”

“It’s bad,” he said. “Really bad. We’re trying, but we keep hitting all these different walls. I know we promised not to ask you to come back… but we need you, Penelope.”

She walked around to the other side of the island and sat down beside him. “I… I don’t know. I miss you guys… and you know there are days when I kind of miss the job… but I don’t know if I can do it again. Who’s idea was it for me to come back?”

“It was mine, actually,” he admitted. “But it’s also why I came to ask you in person instead of someone calling you and asking you. I can show you a bit of what we’re working with, if you want, and if you don’t want, you’re more likely to say no to me than you are to Emily or JJ.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her. “If you don’t want to do any of this, I’ll go back to work and we can forget I ever suggested this.”

“But then… what if other people die because I didn’t come back? What if I could have saved them? Will I be able to live with myself if I don’t come back?”

Shit. Luke hadn’t considered the inevitable guilt she’d feel if it appeared like someone’s blood was on her hands, and considering the two years they’d been together and the four years he’d known her before that, he definitely should have. 

He placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, hey, no. No matter what you decide, none of this is going to be on you. All of the blame goes solely to the unsubs."

"Unsubs?" Penelope repeated. "As in, multiple? More than one? Many evil minds all working together?"

"Yeah," Luke admitted. "It's a network of killers. We have no idea how they're communicating. That's… that's why we need you."

Penelope took a deep breath. "Okay, show me what you got."

Luke perked up despite himself. "Really?"

"I'm not saying yes I'll come back or anything, just… show me what you're working with."

"I have a USB, can we plug it into your laptop?"

She pushed the rose gold laptop towards him. "Have at it."

He plugged the USB in and quickly clicked away from the extremely gory crime scene photos. He'd protect her from as many of those as he could. 

She pulled the laptop back towards her and started looking through it. "Well, you'd need to see if all of these victims have a hidden connection, right? Or if some of them are connected to some and not others to start differentiating between killers?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well I could definitely start looking into that and providing background information and…" she turned to Luke and slapped him on the shoulder. "Gah! I hate how easy it is for me to pick this back up!" She turned back to face the computer absolutely shocked and disgusted.

"Hey, hey," he said, reaching for her again. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If you want to pretend like this never happened, we can do that."

She looked downright miserable. "What if I'm not sure?"

"The team said they'd be on standby for a video call if you wanted to, to talk things through with them, if that's something you're up for."

She nodded. "Yeah. Sounds good. Let's do that."

He briefly commandeered the laptop again to access the team Zoom link, then placed it between them so they could both be seen. The team popped up on their screen a moment later, all of them visible at the round table, meaning Luke and Penelope were being projected on the large TV.

"Hey, look who I found," he said, turning to look at her.

"Hey, whole family!" Penelope said, leaning toward Luke and propping her chin up on her hand. Luke was positive he had the most love-struck of grins on his face at the moment, and he was also positive that since he and Penelope were being projected on the TV that everyone could see it, and he was sure to get a razzing from Tara when he returned to the office. He couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Well there's a face I don't see enough of," Rossi said. "So is that a yes to coming back, Garcia?"

"It is an I'll see what you're dealing with and then make my decision," she replied.

"Fair enough."

"All right," Emily said. "Let's show her what we're working with."

They showed Garcia some of the gorier images that Luke had abstained from. They also went into deeper detail. She looked absolutely horrified, while Luke looked down at the table, feeling very conflicted. Now more than ever, he regretted pulling Penelope back to this, even for a moment. As the person who arguably loved her the most out of their group, he should have been looking out for her and her mental health and considered how this would affect her. Instead, he had thought only of the team and their needs. They could have found someone else from another team to work with. Monty, from Matt's old team, or even–as much as Luke despised thinking of the man–Kevin Lynch, who, despite all the reasons the team–and Luke especially–hated him, was very good at his job. But no, Luke's mind seemed to only ever be centered around one topic: Penelope. And while normally that was a sweet thing that caused their relationship to flourish, this time it was hurting her. He hated that.

"I still don't know," Penelope said when they ended their presentation. "I still have to think about it. I can't make any promises." 

"We understand completely," JJ told her. 

"Yeah, there is absolutely no pressure, Penelope," Tara assured.

"Thanks, guys. I love you. I'll see you all at some point regardless." With that, she clicked off the call. She turned back to Luke and saw the look on his face. "Luke, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," he told her, nearly fighting back tears. "I never should have brought you back into this. Please, please don't feel any pressure to come back."

"Luke, I don't," she promised. "Now you should get back to work. I'll think about it, okay?"

"Okay." He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. "I love you. So much. You know that, right?"

She kissed him again. "I know. I love you too." She shoved some cookies and scones into his hands. "Now go. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah." And because he couldn't resist, he kissed her one last time. "Okay, I'm actually going now. I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you too."

***

The next day was back to work, and Luke still had no idea if Penelope was coming back.

"Oh, and we'll officially be getting some more help on this case," Emily said partway through their meeting.

"Really?" Luke asked. "Who?"

There was a click of the door and an exclaimed, "Surprise!" right behind him.

He did a full-body turnaround in his chair.

Oh my god. It was her.

#Garvez #garvez fanfiction #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

3 😎

Luke Alvez x trans masc reader, dating Luke is a dream come true until you find yourself dreaming of a different future for yourself. coming out is never easy, but Luke loves his princess and you're scared to take that away from him

“Wow, y/n, you’ve got some guns! And your shoulders are looking good too, but I’m still gonna grab the groceries princess. You just kick up your pretty little feet and pick the movie for tonight” He kissed you on your forehead and headed out the door before you could protest.

“At least he seemed to like my progress,” you muttered to yourself.

Ever since you met Luke a year ago, he always liked to talk about how big and strong he was. His masculinity was definitely a source of pride for him and always took the chance to remind the people around him he was super manly. Everyone at the BAU knew he was the office tough guy; Kristy and the kids softened Matt out, so Luke easily took the title as the lone wolf. That was initially what attracted you to him. Only recently had you figured out that it wasn’t just attraction you felt. It was also jealousy.

This one has been fun to write but also like kinda hard cuz emotions lol. Don't worry, it gets a very happy ending and there's some angst but its mostly Luke fluff spoiling his boyfriend I swear lmao

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[foggynelsonsblog]

hi! you said you wanted ralvez prompts, what about luke being overprotective and being like a mother hen almost when spencer gets sick?? like just all worried about him and spencer just being like "luke it was just a cough" lol

Fever Dream

Ralvez one shot

Hope this meets your expectations :)! Thank you for the prompt!

“Luke, 100.4 is not a fever! It only counts as a fever if it’s higher than that- and don’t bring up my cough! I’m fine!” He frowned as Luke used a forceful hand to keep him laying down on the bed, however he was careful not to be too harsh and hurt Spencer. “Luke Alvez I am not against breaking up with you if you don’t let me get out of this bed I am not-“ Spencer broke out into a coughing fit, unable to finish his of course teasing sentence, he would never actually break up with Luke over this.

“Querido, I’m not having this attitude today, you are burning up and you couldn’t even finish threatening me because you started coughing.” He leaned down and kissed his forehead, “you’re going to stay in bed and let me take care of you and that’s final.” Luke turned to the pile of boxes he had yet to unpack from his move to Spencer’s apartment, he rummaged through one of them while also keeping a watch on Spencer, making sure he didn’t try to get up. When he saw the younger try to sneak away, he whistled and Roxy jumped up on the bed, laying down ontop of the genius, keeping him there. “Wow, weaponizing our child against us, I can’t believe you.” But Spencer couldn’t really complain, he loved Roxy and how her fur felt under his hands, it was calming..and also nice to know that not all dogs hated him.

Luke smiled when he found what he was looking for, he pulled out an otter stuffed animal and Spencer just looked at him confused. Sure, he had ones of his own, most of them were weighted to help soothe him when he got overstimulated, overs had a certain texture that was good for stimming, but he never saw Luke have one, not that he cared, he just didn’t understand why he was bringing it out now. “You’ll see bello, just stay there.” He returned a few minutes later with the stuffed animal in his hands, and Spencer could swear he smelled lavender. “I got this for you a while back and then forgot to give it to you, its a lavender scented stuffed animal you can heat up.” He placed the warm animal on Spencer’s chest “I thought it could help soothe you, or at the very least smell good.”

Finally, Spencer decided to stop fighting. “Thank you Luke, I love it.” He laid back, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking back at his boyfriend. “I guess I am sick..” to that, Luke smiled “I know genio, nice that you can admit it though, I’ll go make some tea for your throat.” He ruffled his hair and walked off. When Luke returned Spencer was cuddled up with Roxy, the warm stuffed animal between them, heating them both. “Hey.” He spoke softly incase Spencer was asleep, but when he saw him extended a hand out for the mug Luke chuckled and gave it too him before moving in next to him, pulling Spencer close to his chest. “Luke..” he whined softly “I don’t wanna get you sick, Roxy can’t take care of us both..” Luke laughed at that and kissed his head “You won’t get me sick, I’m too strong for that, you love my muscles remember?” Spencer opened his mouth to comment on how grossly incorrect that was, how no matter the physical strength you couldn’t protect yourself from getting sick when you put yourself this close to an already sick person, but he didn’t have the words, and instead his mind traveled to Luke’s muscles..yes he did like those, he liked them a lot. “Mhm fine, you can stay...” he finished the last few sips of his tea before laying the empty cup on the bed, groaning with disgust when Roxy began licking it, trying to taste whatever Spencer had been drinking. He loved Roxy, just not her dog slobber. With the cup out of his hands Spencer cuddled into Luke’s chest, sighing in delight when Luke wrapped his arms around his small frame. “I was thinking bello, we’d watch some dr who and order from your favorite take out, then I could give you a massage..” he whispered into his ear to which Spencer chuckled and spoke, “That sounds like a dream.”

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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

hey !! could you write a luke x reader one where luke and reader are dating in secret and kind of got into an argument about why they don’t just tell the team how reader wants and they end up not talking to each other all day then when they go to rossis later on luke makes it up to her and just PDA all over her infront of the team !?!?!?!?! Xx

No More Secrets

Pairing: Luke Alvex x Reader

Warnings: none

Thank you for requesting I hope you like it <3

MASTERLIST

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"Babe?" looking over at your boyfriend you waited for him to speak as he continued to focus on driving us back to the police station

"I was thinking that after we solve this case we could have a team dinner and announce our relationship to the others" rolling your eyes you put your focus on the tall buildings you zipped by

You both had been secretly dating for the past six months and so far you both had managed to keep this to yourselves. Lately he's been trying to get you to agree with his decision to let your friends know

With that came the possibility that either one of you would be forced to leave, you know Emily would do everything she possibly can to make sure that doen't happen but a part of you always worried about that possibility

"Not this again Luke" he flicked the indicator on and pulled onto the side of the road upset that you shot him down again

"Are you ashamed of me or something because it sure as hell feels like that" scoffing he looked over at you as you rubbed your temples

"I'm not ashamed of you Alvez, you want to tell everyone about us but have you considered the fact that if we do Emily would be forced to let one of us go? In case you forgot there's a strict no fraternization policy!" you were over this conversation and his stubborness

"Prentiss isn't going to have that happen and you know it, you're just making excuses to not have to do this" a deafening silence filled the car as you both sat there looking out the window to calm down before this escalated into something bigger

"I'm tired of keeping this a secret because I love you and I want everyone to know that. The last couple months have been the best months of my life because of you but the mere fact that this is so hard for you to do it tells me that you're scared of commitment and I don't want to be with someone who isn't willing to take that step" you could hear the hurt in his voice when he spoke, your chest felt heavy as you registered where this was headed

"I'm not scared of commitment I-"

"You what Y/N? Want more time for us to keet this private? Six months, for six months you and I have had to seperate our work and private lives at first I thought it was a good thing but as time went on I realised that you hadn't brought up this conversation and it seems like you never intended to!" he was angry with the woman sat in the passenger seat and even more so at himself for believing that you were ready for something serious

"This is not me having commitment issues, this is me looking out for our relationship, I'm trying to protect us!"

"Whatever you say, just don't be surprised when I just walk out because I'm sure as hell not doing this forever" without another word he pulled off and you sat there in disbelief, Luke had made up his mind

He loved you yes but he wasn't going to drag this relationship out if you weren't going to take the simple step of telling your friends about you both

The rest of the drive to the station was quiet, no music, no talking just the sounds of the tires rolling on the pitch covered road. Ever so often you'd look over at him, his jaw was clenched and his grip on the steering wheel was deadly, his knuckles turned white from the force he squeezed it with

When he had pulled into the parking lot and parked the car he got out and headed straight to the entrance, not bothering to open your door for you like he usually did

Releasing a defeated sigh you got out and slowly followed his trail

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Ringing Rossi's doorbell you stepped back and adjusted your bodycon black dress that hugged your curves in the right places. Tonight Rossi was having a family dinner and there was no way you were going to miss free Italian food

It's been days since your's and Luke's fight in Nevada and since that car ride he made it his duty to ignore you and give you the cold shoulder. You even tried talking to him about your relationship and he brushed you off

You had really hurt him when you refused to announce your relationship with the others. Luke thought that you'd love the idea of letting them know as they were your second family but turns out he was wrong

The door opened and David stood there with his arms outstreatched ready to greet you

"Celine sei bellissima come sempre entra" stepping into the foyer of his home the mouth watering aroma of whatever dish he was preparing filled your senses

"Everyone's in the kitchen" Rossi walked ahead leading you to the only room that mattered tonight, the laughter of your friends could be heard and their conversations grew louder as you entered

"Look who finally decided to make an appearance" Spencer eagerly pulled you into a hug and you returned it while Penelope got another wine glass and filled it before holding it out for you

"Thank you and yes, I had something to do and got held back" lie, you contemplated showing up here because of your predicament until you told yourself that you're just attending for Rossi's cooking

Speaking of predicament, Luke stood a litte ways off at JJ's side his brown eyes trained on you as he brought his glass of burbon up to his lips, taking a sip of his beverage. He was decked off in a burgundy button up shirt and dark wash jeans, with the long sleeves rolled up on his forearms and the top buttons undone he looked insanely handsome

The longer Luke stared at you the more he wanted to smack himself for reacting the way that he did the other day, he knew that you had a valid reason for not wanting to out your relationship but at the same time he wanted to show you off

He wants to be able to hold your hand and kiss you whenever he felt like it without having to think about anyone catching them. He wants you to be apart of his life until he got old and grey

"Y/N can I talk to you outside?" nodding you took a swing of your drink and placed the glass on the counter leading the way to Rossi's backyard

As you both walked out the room you could tell that the others were curious, they had picked up on the tension between you both in the office since the case in Nevada and Penelope being her nosey self trailed behind them careful not to be caught

Luke opened the door and you stepped into the night's chilly breeze, the lights that hung above casted a warm glow against his tan skin as he towered over you

"I'm sorry for being a dick, you have every right to be so hesitant about telling them about us. I didn't mean to start a fight with you while on duty but I was hurting and that thing I said about leaving, that's impossible, I couldn't, you're it for me Y/N" Luke closed the space between your bodies placing his hands on your waist pulling you flush against him. Holding onto his biceps you looked up at him

"Don't be sorry, you were just saying what you had in mind I'm not holding it against you" leaning down he pressed your foreheads together and kissed the tip of your nose

"I hate fighting with you"

"Me too, let's not do this again"

"Deal" smiling you cupped his cheek and kissed his plump lips, oh how you've missed them over the past couple days

Back inside everyone else looked on at the couple as they shared a passionate kiss on Rossi's porch all of them happy that they've found each other

"I knew it!"

Breaking apart you caught a glimpse of the team peering out through the glass door. Giggling you motioned for Luke to look behind him and the team stood there with a smile plastered on their faces

"Let's give them something to look at"

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[alltooreid]

Call It What You Want

Everyone around them is trying to discover the true nature of Y/N and Spencer’s relationship. Little do they know Y/N is trying to figure out the exact same thing. 

A/N: Sorry this took a lot longer than I wanted it to.... Mental health is hard but here it is!! I hope you guys love it :)) Additionally I added a lil garvez to this... but for it to work with the timeline we’re all just gonna pretend Lisa doesn’t exist... ok great!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (with a little splash of implied Garvez content for my personal joy)

Requested?: Yes!! :)) “can you do a one shot based off call it what you want??”

Type: Fluffiest Fluff

Word Count: 3K

Content Warnings: None! 

“My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene Loves me like I'm brand new So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to”

The team was sure something was going on between Y/N and Spencer, they just weren’t sure how to prove it.

Every sign pointed to the two dating, but the pair hadn’t said anything about it. Maybe they were trying to keep it a secret, but at the same time they didn’t appear to be being very secretive about it.

So ever since Penelope saw Y/N giving Spencer a ride home a week ago, she has been determined to uncover the truth, and hopefully the truth was her two best friends were in the world’s cutest, most perfect relationship.

She was using her technical brilliance to gather data when she was caught by none other than Luke Alvez.

“What are you doing in here?”

“This is my job Luke, I have to be in here,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I know that! I mean what are you doing right now, we don’t have a case.” he smirked “Are you committing any cyber crimes? You know you could get in a lot of trouble for those, the FBI won’t help you. You should let me help.”

She smiled, “You do know I got my job here from committing cyber crimes right? I don’t think I would need your help. Besides, I’m working on a personal project.” After some thought she decided Luke might actually be helpful “I’m trying to find out if Spencer and Y/N are dating.”

“I swear I saw them leaving together yesterday, that seems like pretty good evidence! I could be very helpful to you.”

“I’m way ahead of you, but I guess you can help,” she pulled up a new tab, quickly constructing a timeline while Luke pulled a chair next to her. “So our favorite pair’s relationship would, based on my intense experimentation and surveying, begin here,” she traced a circle around the start of the timeline with her cursor, “on that night we went out after the case and then wouldn’t stop talking to each other.”

Luke and Penelope discussed all the things they saw that led them to believe that Y/N and Spencer were more than just friends, from how keen Y/N was to listen to anything that came out of Spencer’s mouth no matter how difficult to follow, to Spencer’s willingness to touch her. After about 15 minutes however they were interrupted by none other than Y/N herself. Penelope quickly switched tabs, so that it now appeared she was just showing Luke a funny kitten video.

“Hey guys! What are you doing in here?” “Oh you know, just wasting time. . . What’s up?” said Luke.

“I was just checking to see if you wanted to go to lunch! If you have any opinions as to where that would be great too because no one out there can make a decision . . .”

“Of course I want lunch! I’ll be out there in just a sec,” Penelope smiled and started closing her work done as soon as Y/N left, almost forgetting Luke’s presence.

“Um, Penelope?”

“What is it Luke?”

“Do you think you’d ever do anything like what Y/N and Spencer are doing?” he asked.

“Like what? Keep a secret? You know I’m terrible at that stuff.”

“No, no I mean like . . .” he took a deep breath, “You know, like dating a coworker?”

“What does that have to do with anything? Now hurry up and come to lunch, we can keep working afterwards,” she replied.

Luke awkwardly smiled, and they both left.

Little did Luke and Penelope know that as they debated and pieced together aspects of Y/N and Spencer’s relationship, trying to uncover if they were dating, Y/N was doing the exact same thing.

Her and Spencer had been on three dates, each more boyfriend and girlfriend than the last. They got coffee one day, then went to a movie, then a nice restaurant for dinner. Tonight Spencer wanted to keep it a surprise, but that just made her even more confused.

Sometimes her and Spencer would sit next to each other at the round table, and now when they did that he would reach over, not to hold her hand, but just to link their pinkies together.

She didn’t know what that meant.

Sometimes Y/N would go on a tangent and realize she had been talking for almost an hour about nothing in particular, and when she realized Spencer was the only one still listening would apologize for wasting his time. To which he would reply, “Why would I be upset about spending time with you?” She didn’t know what that meant.

And one time, on her and Spencer’s first “date” they were about to part their separate directions, and Y/N had no idea what to do with her body or her hands, Spencer wrapped her into a hug, and she swore she felt his lips brushing against the top of her head.

She really didn’t know what that meant.

Which is why she continued to let Penelope and Luke have their fun trying to decipher her and Spencer’s social cues. She knew as soon as she was about to enter to ask about lunch, Penelope was not exactly quiet and Luke wasn’t any better, but she let them believe they were being sneaky.

Besides, maybe if they found the answer they could let her know.

When the team returned from lunch she couldn’t help but continue to contemplate this issue further, Spencer hadn’t really said anything to her at lunch. Were they still just friends? Were they dating but not telling anyone? Were they going to tell anyone?

“Y/N! Are you excited to hang out tonight?” Spencer asked.

Hang out. So it definitely was not a date. . .

“Of course! Right after work right? Your place?”

“Yep! It’s a date,” he smiled and walked away, leaving Y/N in a state of confused panic. What was this? For someone so logical and scientific, Y/N wished that Spencer Reid would just tell her the kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, and genus of their relationship.

Maybe then she could stop dissecting it to try and figure it out.

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As Y/N stood outside Spencer’s apartment building, she struggled to muster up courage to go inside. It’s not that she was nervous to hang out with Spencer, it was just Y/N knew she needed to have the “what are we” talk with him for her own personal sanity. And she just wasn’t sure yet what his answer would be.

She had made her way into the building and gotten to Spencer’s floor when she ran into the man of the hour himself.

“Oh there you are! I was about to come down and get you,” he said.

Y/N glanced at her phone, “I’m sorry, am I late?”

“No, no, no. You’re perfect, I just got excited.”

That confused Y/N even more, she couldn’t decide if that leaned more towards friend or date territory. However all of her anxieties were forgotten for a moment as soon as she entered Spencer’s apartment.

Almost all the lights were off, except for several strings of lights shaped like stars, strung in different directions across the room. In the corner were several folded up blankets and sheets, and pillows were spread out across the room.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, although if I’m being honest I don’t really know what it is . . .”

“13 months ago we were on a case, the one were the unsub was killing couples when they went out camping so that no one would look for them for days, and you said that you used to go camping all the time but you didn’t think you could go anymore. So I bought stuff so we could go camping together, right here.”

Y/N was left almost speechless, “I- I don’t even know what to say, Spencer this is incredible.”

He beamed, instantly satisfied with that answer. “I tried to find a tent, but all of the stores I went to said I should order one online . . . I figured it would be more fun to build a fort instead.”

Spencer brought over the supplies he had bought and gathered, various sheets and comforters, pillows, his leather couch cushions, sleeping bags, a large collection of clothes pins, and some more lights. Except Spencer left a single bag in the pile, the only one from a craft store.

“Do you want me to grab that one?” Y/N asked.

“Oh um, no don’t worry about that one. I saw something stupid on that site JJ and Garcia really like while I was passing JJ’s desk. . .  Pinterest? Yes that’s it. And I tried to make it but even though I memorized the instructions I couldn’t get it to work. . . I kind of just gave up and threw everything in there.”

“Can I try it?”

He nodded, and Y/N got up and glanced into the bag, in it was a push light, warm toned tissue paper and a couple empty paper towel rolls, all stuck together, but also somehow falling apart. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, “Were you trying to build me a campfire Dr. Reid?”

“Well you said that your family used to have this big bonfire every year, and that it used to be one of your favorite traditions until you couldn’t handle going anymore, so I thought I could make one that would be a little safer for you. Turns out that you actually need four PHDs to be good at crafts though.”                    

“Spencer this whole date is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me . . . Thank you.”

“Of course, I really want you to enjoy yourself when you're around me Y/N.”

“Spencer, I’ve never not enjoyed myself when I’m around you, and you were with me when I got shot. You’re my favorite person, you do know that right?”

He blushed, “You’re my favorite person too Y/N.”

So the two lovers built a blanket fort, draping sheets over string lights and shoving the inside full of pillows and blankets, giggling the entire time. Y/N taught Spencer the simplicity of DIY projects, and how sometimes the directions needed to be adjusted slightly based on personal preferences and ability. Soon the pair were cuddled up together on the ground, no other space to be except for right next to each other, as the rest of the fort was covered by snacks, pillows, their homemade campfire, and Spencer’s vinyl record player.

“Did you do this on purpose? Making me be so close to you?”

“No, I would never, it’s not my fault this area is so small . . . “

“Mhm, although I’m sure a genius like you could figure out how to make an adult sized fort, I’m very glad you didn’t,” she said, giggling and squishing herself closer to him. They smiled and kissed each other, before Spencer spoke.

“You make me so, unbelievably, happy. I never thought I could feel like this until we met Y/N.”

Y/N smiled even bigger, “Spencer I really, really like you,” she paused, it was now or never, “but um, what do you want to call this, like what we’re doing.”

“Well what do you want this to be? Because I want you to be my girlfriend.”

She smiled, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Well then that’s what we’ll be,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Well you do know the team, particularly Penelope and Luke have the exact same question.”

“Well I think more than Luke wondering if we’re dating, I think he’s just wondering if Penelope will date him. . . So I say let them have their fun for a little while, before we tell everyone.”

She smiled, “Perfect. They’re profilers, they’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, I think we should watch a movie. . .  Although I mostly enjoy my cinema in Russian, tonight is about you and I don’t want to give you a headache. What’s your favorite?”

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“I promise I will not laugh at you darling.”

“High School Musical 3.”

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So Y/N spent the rest of that night explaining the plot of the first two High School Musical movies, then explaining why the third one was the clear winner, and then finally showing Spencer the third one off of her phone, where she had it saved to her cloud for emergencies.

And although singing and dancing adults pretending to be teenagers was not exactly Spencer’s favorite genre, he loved how happy the series as a whole made Y/N. So he latched onto it, and learned as much as he could about it.

One particular scene however, in one of the earlier films, seemed to make Y/N extra excited, as she spent the longest amount of time talking about it. So Spencer decided he knew exactly what to do to prove to her he was in this relationship for the long haul.

Spencer could tell she was anxious before their date, and it didn’t take him long to guess that it was because she didn’t know how serious everything was to him. Yet, he didn’t want to be too obvious that he wanted her to be his, because if he had assessed wrong he would make a complete fool out of himself.

But when she asked him, she seemed so nervous, so small, he knew he had made a mistake in waiting, and now he wanted to make it up to her.

So as she was walking in the next day he caught her. “Y/N!”

“Hi Spencer! What’s up?”

“I have a present for you. . .” he said, handing her a small box wrapped in shiny gold paper.

“For me? Why?”

“Oh you know, just because. . .”

As Y/N unwrapped the box, Spencer got more and more nervous… What if she hated it? What if she thought it was stupid or too soon or didn’t get it or-

“Oh my god Spencer I-”

“You know what it’s stupid, I don’t even know why I got it for you. I can return it and find you something you’ll actually like-”

“I love it Spencer, it’s perfect. Will you put it on me?”

Spencer hooked the chain around his new girlfriend’s neck, the small “S” pendant shining in the light.

“It’s like Gabriella’s. . . I love it. I can’t believe you would care to remember something like that…”

“Of course I would remember that. I have an eidetic memory. Did you know that although the original purpose and origin of initial jewelry was largely unknown, they date back to the 14th century?”

“No, I just mean… It’s very thoughtful Spencer.”

He smiled, “Well I’m sorry to kill the mood, but I really have to go to the bathroom. I drank 3 cups of coffee this morning and I was standing here waiting for you for 18 minutes and 4 seconds before you came in.”

She laughed, and then hugged him, “Well don’t just stand here! Go!”

Spencer ran off, leaving Y/N to walk into the bullpen alone. As Y/N was making her way to her desk, she was stopped by none other than Penelope Garcia and Luke Alvez, Penelope up front, Luke standing a foot or so behind her, ready to back her up.

“Y/N! We know your secret, you and Spencer are secretly dating. . . We figured it out this morning. You can’t hide from us anymore,” Penelope said, Luke nodding behind her.

“Well yeah we’re dating, but it’s not a secret.”

“What? Excuse me? You haven’t told anyone!”

“Yeah but we haven’t really made any effort to hide it? We told everyone about the time we went to the movies?”

“Yeah but- Um, we just thought we were being sneaky. . .” Penelope said.

“You might wanna get a little better at that guys, the Bat Cave is not soundproof.”

“Dang it, I really need to work on that…” Penelope said. “Well Luke Alvez, I suppose our quest has been conquered.”

“See! We were right, I told you I’m great help,” Luke said.

“Oh don’t get it too twisted, this was almost all me.”

After a moment of playful banter, Y/N stopped them “So when are you two going to start “secretly” dating huh?”

“Uh hmph, I don’t know what you talking about. I would never,” Penelope said.

At that moment, Spencer returned from the bathroom, and came up upon Y/N hugging her from behind and leaning to rest his head on her shoulder. “What are we talking about?”

Penelope threw her head back in defeat, “Nothing, 187, we were just talking. . .”

“Don’t you think Luke and Penelope would make the cutest couple Spencer?” Y/N smirked.

“You know what? Yeah I do!” Spencer played along, “Have you guys ever thought about that?

Luke was beaming behind Penelope, while she looked like she was trying to hide her enthusiasm. “No actually I haven’t,” she said.

“Well you definitely should,” Y/N said, giggling as her and Spencer walked to his desk.

“Hey, wait come back here! What does your necklace have on it?” Penelope asked, half running after them, Luke closely behind her.

“Whatever you want Penelope, whatever you want.”

“I want to wear his initial On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me”

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[theoreticslut]

「 holiday season joys 」

luke alvez x reader

summary: hosting thanksgiving is a bit more demanding than you thought, especially with your perfectionism. thank god luke is there. 

requested: no

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, talks of marriage, food & alcohol mentions

a/n: hello friends! I started writing this the day or two before thanksgiving, & just never got the time to finish it until a few days ago bc i had gone back to campus & got busy again. it’s finished though, & I’m hoping you all like it!! reminder that i am not doing a taglist anymore, so if you’d like to be notified when i post a fic, pls go follow @libraryoftheslut & follow the tag #theoreticslut’s writing

“Fuck.”

“God dammit.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

You huff as you throw the poorly sliced apples into the bowl. You may be a decent baker, but apple pies are certainly not your specialty. In all actuality, most pies aren’t your specialty.

You’re honestly starting to wonder why you offered to host Thanksgiving this year when you have always said you’d be the worst person to do so. You can’t stand the thought of prepping a turkey, and you are most definitely not the pie-maker of the family - your mother makes them 10x better.

“You alright in here, baby?” You hear Luke ask.

“Mhm.”

“You sure? It sounds like you’re losing to a bunch of apples.” He chuckles, smile evident on his face.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Alvez.” You huff, setting the knife down. 

“Come on, love. I’m just teasing you.” He laughs, walking over and pulling you into his chest.

You sigh, a pout settling on your face as you relax into his arms. You just want to have a nice thanksgiving dinner and dessert for everyone, but by the way things are looking you’re not sure they’ll want to eat any of it. Not a single thing is looking pretty yet.

“Why did I offer to do this again, Luke?” 

“Because you’re too good of a person. You wanted to treat everyone this holiday. Must I remind you how you argued with Rossi about hosting it?”

“No, I remember. He was adamant that he’d take part.” You sigh, smiling lightly.

“He always is when it comes to cooking, baby. Don’t you know that by now?”

“You’d think I would, huh?” You chuckle as Luke does, shaking his head at you with a smile on his face.

While he’s got your attention on him, he can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to your lips. Even though he can tell you don’t think you’re doing the meal justice, he can’t help his amazement for you.

How did he meet such a woman? Someone who’s so kindhearted yet strong-willed and stubborn. Someone who loves her friends like family, regardless of how long you’ve known them. Someone who is perfectly imperfect in all the right ways.

He’s never been happier for anything in his life. He swears that everyday loving and being loved by you is heaven, not wanting to trade it in for anything. You make his world go round, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead as he watches you bask in his love - eyes closed with a soft smile gracing your lips.

“I highly doubt that, but thank you.” You giggle, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips.

“It’s true. I know you’re worried the food won’t look nice, but I can promise you that everyone coming won’t care. They’re just happy to be spending the holiday with people they care about.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Penelope’s been going on and on about how excited she is that you’re doing this. Matt and Kristy are thrilled to have adults to talk with. Tara and Spencer are glad to not be alone. I promise you not a single one of them will care what the food looks like.”

You can’t help but smile, especially when your boyfriend is looking at you with such love in his eyes. 

“Alright, Alvez. You’ve broken down my resolve.” You joke, heart inflating as a smile takes over his face.

“Thank you for knowing just what to say to calm me down.” 

“That’s my job, baby. I’d be a shit boyfriend if I didn’t take it seriously.”

You shake your head but can’t help but mumble out an ‘I love you’ to the man who returns it with a kiss.

~.~

“Happy thanksgiving!” Penelope, Spencer, and Tara greet as you open the door.

“Happy thanksgiving guys! I’m so glad you could make it.” You smile, greeting each of them with a hug as Luke joins you by the door.

“You’re kidding right?” Penelope deadpans. 

“We wouldn’t have missed this for anything, lovey.” 

You can’t help but giggle, a smile fixing itself on your face as you welcome them in and tell them to get comfortable, offering drinks and snacks.

While you lead them to the kitchen to get refreshments, you send Luke to get the door as the bell rings again.

“Aunt y/n!!” Two little girls shriek excitedly before you feel bodies wrap around your legs.

Chuckling, you hand Spencer his glass before bending down to your nieces’ heights. They squeal in laughter as you pull them both into a tight hug and give them each a sloppy kiss.

“Ah I’ve missed you two little troublemakers! I hope you’ve been good for your dad?” You question as your brother and his wife walk into the room with Luke.

“As good as they can be. It’s nice to see you.” 

“It’s nice to see you too. I’m glad you guys were able to make it.” You smile, hugging your brother and sister-in-law.

You feel Luke wrap his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your hairline, immediately causing you to relax. It’s been a while since you’ve had so many people over at once, and you’re praying that everything goes smoothly.

~.~

Before long all your guests have arrived - Matt, Kristy, and all their little ones; JJ, Will, and their two boys; Rossi, who couldn’t resist bringing you a few expensive bottles of wine for the night;  and Emily and her boyfriend. Put simply, the house was currently bursting with life yet you didn’t mind at all. In fact, the entire lively atmosphere brought a large smile to your face. 

You absolutely adored having people over, whether it was for a holiday like today or just a laid-back game night with some takeout pizza and drinks. Something about a warm, happy, familial atmosphere made you feel like life was okay. Perhaps it’s because you didn’t have much of one growing up, so having it now made it seem like you’ve made it in life. Either way, these gatherings made you beyond happy, meaning you tried to host them as often as you could.

“I think it's about time we eat, what do you guys say?” Luke offers, looking to you for confirmation.

“Sounds good to me. You’re all welcome to get comfortable at the table. Can I get anyone a drink?” 

“Yeah, I’ll join you in getting them. I’m sure you could use the hands.” Kristy smiles, double checking with Matt and their kids what they want. 

Smiling, you nod in thanks as you make a mental list of what everyone else wants as they tell you.

~.~

“Here you are, hon.” You smile, setting a drink in front of Luke after handing out everyone else’s.

“Thank you, baby. You’re too good to me.” He smiles, pulling you in for a kiss before Rossi starts Grace, everyone’s chatter quieting down.

“Thank you for the abundance of food that y/n so graciously offered to cook for all of us. Thank you for providing all of us with good health and good friends.” He states, raising his glass as he calls amen.

“Thank you for keeping everyone safe on cases.” Kristy adds and you can’t help but laugh in understanding.

“Amen.” You agree, raising your glass to her.

“Thank you for allowing us all to spend the holiday with our closest friends and loved ones.” Luke smiles, squeezing your hand under the table as a few of you around the table agree with your own amens.

“Thank you for giving us the best aunt ever!” Your eldest niece calls out, drawing a chuckle from everyone.

“Amen.” Luke chuckles, clinking his glass with hers.

“Thank you all for being here. It wouldn’t be the same without any of you. With that, let’s eat, yeah?” You smile.

“Amen!” Everyone agrees, clinking glasses as you all start eating.

~.~

“Y/n, that was amazing. Thank you so much for cooking.” JJ thanks as everyone begins to finish their meals.

“Oh, thank you. I’m glad you liked it.” You smile.

“It was pretty good, kid. Maybe next year we can cook it together? I’ll give you a few pointers to make it even better?” Rossi offers, sitting back in his chair.

“I think we could do that, Dave.”

You can’t help but smile, as everyone seems pleased with their meal. Luke nudges your shoulder, and upon looking at him you can only roll your eyes as he gives you that look - the one that reads ‘I told you so.’

“Didn’t I say it’d all turn out well, baby? You’ve got to give yourself more credit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Personally, I think my worrying is what made it so good though, Alvez.”

Chuckling at you, all he can do is shake his head before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

“I love you, you know that?” 

“Mm, you may have told me a few times.” You tease, giggling as he rolls his eyes with a smile.

“I love you too, luke. So much.” 

Smiling, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips again before your nieces are interrupting.

“Aweee! Are you and uncle Luke going to get married, auntie y/n?” The older one asks, catching everyone’s attention.

“Yeah, Newbie. When are you going to make it official with y/n? Seems to me you're taking an awfully long time.” Penelope teases.

Luke just rolls his eyes at Penelope as he turns his attention to your niece.

“Someday we will, munchkin. You’re going to be our flower girl won’t you?” He asks, picking her up and settling her in his lap.

“Oh yeah! Can I? Please?”

“Wait, I wanna be flower girl too!” Your younger niece cries.

“Both of you can be flower girls. How’s that?” Luke asks, scooping up your other niece.

“We can do that.” They both say, looking at Luke excitedly at the prospect of having a role.

“Good, now why don’t you go play with the other kids for a bit while we clean up out here okay?” He offers, hugging both of them before setting them back on the floor.

“Okay!”

You chuckle as they both run off, more than happy to go play.

You’re not sure you could ask for a better holiday than the one you’re currently having. Not only did all the food turn out decently, but you’ve got everyone that you could ever need right here with you. You’re all happy and healthy, with only good things seeming to be coming in the near future. 

Maybe you didn’t need to worry so much about the pies you were making the night prior. Like Luke said, no one truly cares what the food looks like - they’re just happy to be here with you, and honestly you couldn’t agree more.

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[spencers-renaissance]

Emergency Contact

Summary: When Spencer ends up in the hospital again, his emergency contact — who happens to be his boyfriend, Luke Alvez — is called. Too bad he hasn't told the team about him yet...

Tags: whump, h/c, hurt spencer, broken ribs, coming out, relationship reveal, protective derek, team as family, fluff, au: different first meeting

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid // (heavy on the Derek & Spencer friendship, too)

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

Okay, so Emily was not in S11, but for this fic she is, because I wanted supportive Penemily and that's what I gave myself. Other than that, this fills the square "broken ribs" for my Bad Things Happen bingo card. Enjoy the whump mixed with fluff!

Spencer doesn’t mean to get hurt again, but he also isn’t exactly surprised when it happens. If anything, Hotch really needs to stop sending him out to scope places and suspects out by himself. Surely Tobias Hankel proved he’s a trouble magnet in that regard years ago.

The summerhouse the suspect rents is a nice enough place to lay incapacitated while he waits for back-up, he supposes, but he’s not exactly able to lie and enjoy the sunshine when his ribs have been smashed in with a metal baseball bat and he knows the suspect is currently hightailing it down the beach. Not to mention the fact that it’s worryingly difficult to breathe.

Still, it’s better than a dilapidated cabin in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere Georgia, pumped full of heroin while his feet are whipped. Small mercies.

“Goddamnit, Spencer, again?” Derek asks amusedly when he finally arrives and crouches down by his side, but the undercurrent of worry in his voice doesn’t elude him.

“Sorry,” he wheezes, still winded and in immense pain from the ambush. “I didn’t see him coming.”

Derek raises a brow, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, pretty boy, I figured that.” His hand goes to Spencer’s hair as his expression furrows in concern again. “Did you see where he went? I’ll send the others after him while I go with you to the hospital.”

Spencer smiles a little, relieved that he won’t be alone. It’s become a strange sort of tradition to sit in one another’s hospital rooms after the job kicks their ass, and he’s glad Derek isn’t about to break it now.

“I saw him turn right out of the backdoor, but that’s all,” he says breathlessly, before cringing at the effort and folding in on himself even more.

“Okay, Spencer,” Derek says soothingly. “Just relax. The ambulance will be here any second.”

He obeys and closes his eyes as he listens to Derek call Hotch on the radio and send the team in the right direction before coming back to sit next to him on the floor.

“This might be one of the nicer places one of our unsubs has owned, huh?”

Spencer nods, mirroring Derek’s morbid amusement. “Crime pays better than investigating it,” he manages, smiling up at his friend.

He snorts. “You can say that again. With the way the market’s turned in the last couple years it’s more like this is my hobby and my properties are my day job, rather than the other way round.”

Spencer tries to reply, but he moves involuntarily in amusement, and a fresh wave of pain has him wincing again, trying to will the tears away.

“You’re alright, Spence,” Derek says gently, his hand returning to his hair. “Help will be here soon, okay?”

Thankfully, the medics do show up in a semi-timely fashion, and both of them are loaded into the back of the ambulance as the EMTs check him over, Derek’s hand not leaving his person unless it absolutely has to.

“How many times were you hit, Dr Reid?”

He cringes. “Four.” It’s almost embarrassing that the unsub got four hits in, and the only reason there weren’t more is because he was fleeing the scene, not because Spencer was able to fight back. He tries to remind himself that there isn’t much you can do when caught-off guard by a furious arsonist armed with a steel baseball bat, but his ego is still bruised. Albeit not as badly as his poor ribs.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Derek mutters under his breath, his grip tightening on Spencer’s shoulder minutely enough for him to know he isn’t doing it consciously.

Spencer smiles appreciatively, closing his eyes against the pain. The non-narcotic painkillers they’re feeding him through the IV really aren’t doing anything.

“I think you’ve managed to avoid internal bleeding,” the EMT says, all though he tacks on a pointed, “just. But I’m concerned about the possibility of a punctured lung. There’s a chance your trouble breathing is solely pain-induced, but I don’t like the way your chest sounds. The doctors will check everything out when we get to the hospital, and get you all patched up.”

“Hold in there,” Derek says urgently. “I really can’t have you dying on me, pretty boy.”

Spencer smiles as comfortingly as he can through the immense pain in his chest and his mangled breathing. “Trust me, I don’t intend on it.”

The x-ray reveals two broken ribs and confirms the paramedic’s suspicions of a punctured lung, although thankfully, minor enough to not require surgery. He’s set up with oxygen and regular nurse check-ups in a quiet room after the doctor is able to remove the excess air in his chest cavity.

“How are you doing, Spence?” Derek asks worriedly as he pulls up a chair next to Spencer’s bed as soon as he’s allowed to see him.

He pulls away his oxygen facemask to answer. “A bit better,” he says, but his voice is dry and raspy from the oxygen so he certainly doesn’t sound it. “The pain meds are actually working now.”

Derek’s tight, anxious expression relaxes slightly. “That’s at least something.”

Spencer nods tiredly, but before he can respond, a nurse is popping her head round the door. “Dr. Reid,” she says genially, “sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know that we’ve managed to get a hold of your emergency contact, and they’re on their way.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. How could he have forgotten? Granted, he was a little preoccupied with the whole punctured lung, broken ribs thing, but how could he have let it slip his mind that this little accident would lead to the secret he’s been keeping under wraps getting out?

When he’d first met Luke at an FBI gala last year, he never could have foreseen the most intimate and special relationship of his life coming to fruition, but it had. They’d connected on so many different levels, and the chemistry between them felt like something out of one of the fantastical romance novels Penelope reads, and when he’d asked if it was okay for Spencer to put Luke down as his updated emergency contact, he’d been rewarded with a wide, beautiful grin and a firm, heartfelt kiss.

It was serious enough, sure, and they were coming up on having been together for a year, but besides Emily and Penelope — who’d met Luke and developed an amusing, playful rivalry with him — he hadn’t introduced him to anyone on the team.

“On their way?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion. “Isn’t your contact Hotch? He already knows you’re in the hospital.”

Spencer just stares at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights, completely blanking on something to say. They’re working a local case, so it won’t be long before Luke is bursting into his hospital room armed with cuddles and comfort, and as much as he craves that, he’s too busy panicking about his team finding out to really look forward to it.

Eventually, after watching Derek’s face morph into even stronger, more suspicious confusion, he gives up. They’re going to find out anyway. “I’m dating someone.”

Derek’s face lights up. “Pretty boy!” he exclaims happily, playfully pushing his shoulder as gently as he can. “That’s amazing! Why didn’t you say something? What’s her name?”

Ah. That’s the primary reason he hadn’t told his team about Luke. He’s nowhere close to being ashamed about his sexuality, he accepted himself decades ago, but he’s still not worked up the courage to share that part of himself with his team. Excluding Penelope and Emily who have been together for years (he’s still baffled as to how the others haven’t caught on yet), everyone’s in the dark.

It had started as a basic survival tactic. He’d joined the FBI two years younger than the standard entry age in the early 2000s, and he was far too concerned with just getting by than living outwardly as a gay man. And then, as time went by and he knew his team was accepting and welcoming, he found it too awkward to try and correct people when they assumed he was straight. There just wasn’t ever the right time.

“I’m gay.”

Derek’s happy expression falls and for a split second, Spencer feels a flash of panic. Maybe Derek’s okay with gay people as long as they’re not his immediate friends, as long as he doesn’t playfully call them ‘pretty boy’ and play with their hair when they’re injured, maybe—

“Well, what’s his name, then?”

Spencer looks up from his panic, seeing Derek smiling again, eyes maybe even brighter than they were just seconds ago.

“Wait—”

“Spencer, if you think I’m gonna care that you’re gay — if you think any of us will care that you’re gay, then you have another thing coming,” Derek reassures him. “Wait, that isn’t why you didn’t tell us right?”

He suddenly looks distraught at the idea that Spencer might not have felt comfortable coming out to him, and Spencer rushes to correct him. “No! No, I know everyone would be fine with it, I just didn’t really know how to say it. Penelope and Emily know, but only by accident.”

Derek relaxes, chuckling a little. “I’m sure there’s quite a story there.”

Spencer blushes. “Maybe.”

“I’ll find out later,” he says confidently, winking at him, and something in Spencer loosens at the fact that Derek hasn’t changed his behaviour at all. “But I’m more interested in Mr. Sexy Emergency Contact Mystery Boyfriend Man right now.”

Spencer outright laughs at that, before wincing painfully as his ribs twinge, and he has to fit the oxygen mask around his face again and breathe deeply for a couple of breaths before the nasal cannula can suffice again.

“I met him around this time last year at an FBI gala actually,” Spencer manages. “Everyone on our team bailed except Penelope, Emily, and me. He’s called Luke and he works in the Fugitive Task Force. We just clicked as soon as we met, you know? We have this chemistry that I’ve never felt with anyone before, and we started dating pretty quickly. We actually moved in together last month when his lease was up, but we’re thinking of moving to a bigger, nicer place in Mount Pleasant. Luke’s actually had his eye on this one house that went up…”

He trails off when he notices Derek looking at him strangely, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing,” Derek says gently. “You just look happy, pretty boy. When you started talking about Luke you got this happy, dopey smile on your face, and I’ve just never seen you like that. It’s nice.”

“Oh.” He blushes fiercely at the acknowledgement of just how soft he is for his boyfriend, but it’s not embarrassing, he’s just ridiculously happy and head over heels in love.

Still, feeling a little awkward at the attention, he raises the oxygen mask to his face just for something to do.

“Does he treat you well?” Derek asks seriously, suddenly looking like the FBI tough guy he really is.

Spencer grins and nods, pulling the mask away again. “So good. He’s one of those people that looks out for everyone before himself, you know? He listens to my rambles and tangents like he actually knows and cares about what I’m saying, and he insists on making me every meal we’re both home for. Every day off, he brings me breakfast in bed, and he’ll even suffer through my documentaries even though his favourite thing to watch is action movies. He’s the best boyfriend I could hope for.”

“Good,” Derek says fiercely, even though he’s smiling just a little at the thought of Spencer being taken care of. “But if anything ever changes, I won’t hesitate to—”

“Spencer?” Derek’s interrupted by the door flying over, and a very harried looking Luke Alvez rushing towards the bed, seemingly not noticing the man literally threatening his death right next to him. “Oh my God, Spencer, I was so worried, I thought—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Spencer says, voice still a little weak. Can’t he at least sound convincing when he’s trying to tell these people that he’s fine? “I’m okay, I’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“Are you sure, baby? Do I need to get the doctor? Have they been looking after you, because I swear—”

“Luke,” he laughs, interrupting his worried tangent. “I’m fine, I promise.”

He watches amusedly as Luke sags with relief. “Oh thank God,” he breathes, and it’s then that he appears to notice Derek. “Oh, shit.”

He looks to Spencer with an alarmed look in his eyes, knowing full well that he isn’t out to his team yet, but before apologies can start dripping off his lips, he rushes to fill him in.

“It’s okay. I told him.”

Luke’s face brightens in an illuminating smile, his eyes wide and happy. “You did? I’m so proud of you, cariño.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Derek says, rising from his chair to shake Luke’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you in the last ten minutes.”

Luke grins. “All good things, I hope.”

Derek winks teasingly at Spencer. “Oh, better than good. Spencer here seems quite gone for you.”

He blushes again, but Luke just sits on the edge of his hospital bed and takes his face in his hand. “Well, I’m just as gone for him as he is for me. Probably even more so.”

“No way,” Spencer protests as vehemently as he can with an oxygen mask glued to his face again. “I definitely love you more.”

His words are half swallowed by the mask, and half muffled by the gaggle of FBI agents pouring into his room, all talking over one another loudly.

Luke jumps off the bed and stands to attention as they all quieten down, three of them in complete shock, one of them — Emily, recognising Luke — in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“Uh,” Spencer starts unsurely, eyes flicking between his boyfriend and his team. “Meet my boyfriend?”

There’s a brief pause before everyone jumps into action again: Emily greeting him warmly, JJ introducing herself, and Hotch and Rossi giving him firm, threatening handshakes as a warning that no harm is to come to their pseudo-son.

Spencer knows they don’t have to worry about that, though, not with Luke, and they’re quickly shown that when he takes his rightful place sat on the edge of his hospital bed again, hands smoothing his hair gently.

“Thank you,” he says to Derek, voice soft and sincere as everyone’s sat leisurely around the room, doing their own thing now they’re calmed down after the initial meet and greet, “for taking care of him. I worry about him, you know, and it’s good to see that he has so many good people looking after him.”

“We all do,” Derek replies, looking over at Spencer fondly. “We’re all incredibly overprotective. Residual effects from him joining the team so young, probably.”

“I can see that,” Luke smiles, looking over at Hotch and Rossi, who still have their eyes trained on him, despite having warmed up to him quickly.

“Well between us all,” Emily interjects diplomatically, “I think we have Spencer covered. He has a lot of good people looking out for him.”

Spencer knows they all think he’s asleep, but he can’t help but say something. “I definitely do,” he slurs tiredly, causing Luke to quickly turn his attention to him, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as he runs his fingers through his hair with the hand not intertwined with Spencer’s. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Luke murmurs. “And so does everybody in this room.”

Smiling softly and feeling safe as anything, Spencer finally gives into the heavy pull of tiredness, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

I'm such a sucker for coming out fics omg, I hope you didn't mind that element! But God, I've missed writing Ralvez fics. If anyone has any Ralvez prompts then please send them my way because I want to write them so badly but I really find it hard to find plot for them! <3

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october schedule

October 3rd - CM fanfic week: day 1

Wheels Up 9.4K

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez

Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...

Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)

October 4th - cmfw day 2:

Crystal Clear 4.4K

Summary: With Emily finally back from the dead, it seems like the best time for Y/N and Spencer to vow to love each other till death do us part.

warnings: mentions of Emily's death, allusions to sex, weddings, drinking mentions.

October 5th - cmfw day 3:

Knockout 800

Pairing: Landlord!Derek x tenant!Reader

Summary: Derek has the worst timing when it comes to the beautiful woman who's renting one of his homes.

Warnings: walking in on someone naked -- general awkwardness, kissing, sexual inuendos, (always let me know what else I need to tag)

October 6th - Emily Prentiss birthday bingo/ cmfw day 4:

Let the Memory Live Again 2.1K

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Summary: of all the endings she could have worried up in her mind, she never imagined Emily Prentiss would leave her like this.

Warnings: bi reader, allusions to sex, angst, mentions of character death, depression, talk of murder, side spencer x reader but she turns him down

October 7th - cmfw day 5:

Family Dynamics 5.6K

Summary: Spencer's daughter is afraid to tell him about her boyfriend, thinking he'll be too overprotective of her so she makes a plan to get him to ease up a bit.

content warnings: Spencers daughter POV opens the fic up, sibling dynamics between Indie and Henry, child-like teasing, first dates, reader is a single mom, Spencer's wife died in childbirth, general fluff, kissing, JJ and Spencer are besties in this

(not doing days 6 and 7 as full fics anymore)

October 13th - Thorn fic

October 25th - Hallo-ween (spence)

October 26th - House Calls (wes)

October 27th - Spector Spooktacular (Raymond)

October 28th - The Reid Family (spence)

October 29th - Trick or Treat (Franklin)

October 30th - Rated R for Revenge (chip)

October 31st - Black Magic (spence)

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[glowingspence]

83 morgan x alvez + reid living together

"What's up?" Tiredly Derek had just reached for his phone in the middle of the night, assuming it's Hotch with a case.

"It's Luke here."

"Luke?" Worried Derek sits up when he hears the name of his best friend's boyfriend. They had been dating for three years by now and Derek and him get along but it's unusual for him to call.

"There is construction being done in and near our building and you can imagine what hell of a day Spencer had- he is terrified tomorrow is gonna be the same. Can he stay with you for the next few days? Just until this is over?" Luke questions while he holds Spencer in his arms, Spencer's head placed on his chest.

"Of course"

"Alrigh, we will drive by tomorrow."

"I will have the guest room ready." He promises them and hangs up, slipping back into sleep just for Spencer to call him in the early morning, "Everything alright?"

"Luke left for work"

"He did?"

"Yes, he got called in." He explains and Derek can already hear the construction noise in the background,

"Oh shoot kid" He realizes why he must be calling. Spencer never asks for anything which is also probably why Luke called last night and not he and why he is calling now, only stating that Luke left for work. "You are still at home right?"

"Yes"

"Stay there, I am gonna get you."

"That's nice of you"

"Pack a bag with some clothes for you and Luke okay? I can't have you and him stealing mine." He jokes and slips into his shoes,

"How many?"

"Just a few so you two can stay with me."

"Both?"

"Of course both. Listen, I am gonna be with you in a few just get your things and wait in your apartment."

"I will." Picking him up he ignores how Spencer didn’t really pack everything and walks him down to his car, “Work?”

“What?”

“What? Work now?” Spencer repeats and looks at Derek expecting,

“Kid, it’s not even seven.”

“It’s not even seven. It’s not even seven.” Spencer echoes with a shrug.

“The only place you are going is a bed.” Derek answers with a chuckle, “Did you even sleep one minute last night?”

“Did you even sleep one minute last night? 89 minutes.”

“That’s not enough, you are getting sleep before we go into work. Two hours minimum.” If Derek sees him pouting on the passenger seat, he doesn’t comment on it when he carries him out of the car into the house, Spencer being fast asleep, drooling onto his shirt, “Real gentleman, kid” With a smile he places him down on his bed, reaching for his blanket, covering him in it and being just in time out of the room when his phone rings.

“Luke! I just got Spencer from your apartment.”

“Thank you, I was gonna ask you to do that, it’s good that he is already with you.”

“He is fast asleep actually. I am gonna wait for him to wake up and then drive to work, do you want me to place a key somewhere?”

“A key?” Luke questions, “I have my key.”

“For my house.”

“For your house? I don’t- I am all good.”

“You didn’t think I would let you stay at your apartment did you?” Derek questions while putting on the coffee, “You are welcome here as much as he is. Just step by after your shift, there is no need to torture yourself with construction noise like that.”

“I don’t mean to intrude, it’s fine honestly”

“You aren’t, you can bring Roxy too, it's all good.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am not gonna say this a third time.” Derek tells him with a smile. He knows Spencer will be over the moon when he realizes Luke can stay there too, especially because the only time he gets to see him is between cases.

“Alright, I will step by when I am done here.”

Derek uses the time Spencer sleeps to go for a run and to get ready, before he crouches down next to the bed after placing a fresh cup of coffee on the nightstand, “Spencer?”

Carefully he pulls the blanket away from his face. “Time to wake up”

He knows from cases that a Spencer that gets ripped out of his sleep, is either way a grumpy Spencer. The difference in how far grumpy, is something Derek can lead. It’s either a frustrated and irritated grumpy, when he just rips him out of his sleep and hurries them out of their hotel room without even a moment for a thought of his own or a clingy love seaking grumpy, when he wakes him slowly and gives him time to adjust and Derek definitely prefers the second, because while the second might take more time, in the long run, the fallout of the first is mostly irritation and anxiety throughout the day on Spencer’s side.

Spencer whines ones, but then scoops over and makes space for Derek on the bed, “Five minutes and then you have to get ready.” He warns and let’s him place his head on his thigh and starts playing with his hair. “You slept okay?”

Spencer nods and reaches for the blanket again and Derek’s provides it for him, covering him to the shoulders in it. “You are really like bed bugs, how am I ever gonna get you out of here again?” He teases when Spencer grabs the fabric of Derek’s pants when he tries to shove him off after the five minutes are long over.

“That’s not nice.” With a yawn Spencer turns around, his dark curls spread around his head on the bright sheet before Derek reaches down and tucks his hair out of his face and whispers,

“I have coffee on the nightstand and muffins downstairs.”

This seems to motivate him enough to get up and when he comes down, he is dressed in his own pants and Derek’s dress shirt, one of his ties loosely hanging around his neck, his hair still sticking in every direction but the coffee cup Derek takes from his head to refill is almost empty, “I won’t have any clothes after this, will I?”

“Probably not.” Spencer sits down at the table, grabbing the newspaper Derek had picked up at the bakery he got the muffins from, “Thank you”

“You are welcome.” With an honest smile he places the cup back in Spencer’s hand and sits down opposite of him, “I talked to Luke this morning, he is gonna step by after his shift too, you two can take the guest room.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Gratefully Spencer beams at him, “He will bring Roxy too.”

“What are you getting out of this?” Spencer questions, taking another sip from his coffee.

“Nothing” Spencer raises one eyebrow, “There is nothing to get out of, it’s called kindness.”

“But why do you let Luke stay?”

“Because he is your boyfriend.”

“You don’t even like him.”

“I do” Surprised he looks at him, “What makes you think I don’t like him?”

“Everything”

“Well, then you need to work on your profiling skills, because that is not true.”

“You broke his nose, when you two had a training together.” Spencer reminds him.

“That was nearly three years ago, he had just started dating you.” Derek points out, “What should I have done? Let some army kid date you? Hell no.”

“It didn’t stop him.”

“And I am glad it didn’t, because if you believe me or not, I have found my way with him.”

Coming home Derek and Spencer can already smell the food from the kitchen, “Smells like your boyfriend can cook.”

“He makes the best food.” Excited Spencer gets out of his shoes and then rushes into the kitchen to greet him, “Missed you”

“It’s good to see you.” Luke leans close, keeping one hand on the spoon he uses to stir the food and takes the other one up to Spencer’s face, giving him a kiss.

“You didn’t have to do this.” Derek points out, “You have a case, don’t you?”

“We got a few hours break, Roxy needs to rest and there is nothing we can do right now anyways, might as well use my free time to show my gratitude.”

“It’s very much appreciated but the both of you are more than welcome to stay as long as you want to.”

“I talked to one of the workers on the construction side, he said for two weeks his team will be there, but he couldn’t tell me if more would follow. Just kick us out when we get too much.” Luke tells him.

“I am used to pretty boy all day. I can’t imagine you being a problem either.” Derek learns that Spencer was right and that Luke actually is a great cook and shortly after dinner he excuses himself to bed, to be prepared to get called back to work soon but Spencer stays downstairs, sitting on the couch next to him, rocking back and forth, always changing positions. “You know, you don’t have to sit with me, you can go up to Luke if you want.”

“Sweet” Without another word Spencer gets up and rushes towards the stairs before he turns around and hurries back to the couch, pulling Morgan into a hug. “Good night, thank you so much for letting us stay, you are the best”

“I love you too, kid”

[Prompt list]

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[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Seeing Red

Request: “Can I request an imagine where Luke is jealous of someone the reader is interacting with? Thank you :)”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau​ , @alvezstan​ , @saintd0lce​ , @ogmilkis​, @reidswords​ , @ssa-morgan​ , @garcias-batcave​ ,  @akimagies​, @zhangyixingxing1​ , @pinkdiamond1016​

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: kjsdkljfa sweet baby luke being all insecure made me so soft, i luv him sm. pls come talk to me about luke.. ok enjoy!

You had been doing it all day. Maybe not intentionally, but enough for Luke to notice. Luke wasn’t the jealous type.  He was secure, and he felt confident in his relationship with you.  Jealousy was stupid, and Luke wasn’t stupid.  So why was he noticing the way you and the deputy of the Austin field office naturally interacted with each other with such ease?

Luke had a case file in hand.  It was pertinent that he remain focused on his assigned task.  And he tried, he really did.  He was reviewing victimology, reading up on what the Austin PD had on each of their missing women.  Or at least attempting to.  

But when the deputy made a joke and reached out to touch your arm for added effect, Luke started seeing red. 

He had to read the page four times before comprehending any of it. 

Throughout the remainder of the team’s time in Austin, Luke tried to remain level headed.  He kept reassuring himself that he was overreacting.  This wasn’t flirting.  

Emily had sent you to go with him to visit the latest crime scene upon your arrival, so he was probably just trying to be friendly- make you feel welcome.  

But did he really have to look at you like that while you delivered the profile?  Or request that you take a ride to the latest victim’s apartment with him?  And did he really have to have you doubled over laughing over something he’s said at the back table? 

Luke’s biting back the urge to cross the room and wrap his arms around you, right in front of the deputy who was simultaneously doubling as an apparent comedian.  Maybe if he pulled you in for a long kiss, it’d get this joker to back off, as he claimed you as his.

But Luke shook the thought away.  He was definitely overreacting. 

…

Luke drops a coffee cup in front of you early the next morning.  The team was still working the case in Austin, and with no new leads, it seemed likely that you’d be here for a while.  You’re hunched over a pile of paperwork, a piece of banana bread in your hand.  

Luke watches as you flash him an appreciative smile.  “Thanks, but I’ve already had some today.  Why don’t you give this to Tara?  She takes her coffee the same as I do.”

But Luke frowns.  “When did you have time to get coffee?” he asks, already knowing that you’d been in the precinct all night. 

Without even looking up from the file in front of you, you reply, “I didn’t, Henry brought me one, and this bread.  You gotta try some, it’s his grandma’s recipe-”

Luke’s jaw drops.  A gesture you don’t notice, because you’re too busy focusing on banana bread.  What you do notice, is the way he scoffs lightly.  It makes your head turn. 

By the time you look up, Luke’s already standing up.  He grabs the coffee off from the table harshly, and without a word, drops the full cup in the trash can before exiting the room. 

…

He wasn’t angry.

At least not at you.  

You and Luke had a solid relationship.  He trusted you and that was all there was to it. Whether it was Henry, or another coworker, or any of your male friends, or whoever-  Luke wasn’t worried and you never gave him a reason to be.

But Luke didn’t like the way seeing you with the deputy made him feel.  Like at any moment, you could leave him for someone with dirty blonde hair and fair skin and biceps bigger than his.  It made him feel vulnerable, like he had something to lose- because he had everything to lose. 

…

The team spends six grueling days in Austin before catching the Unsub responsible for kidnapping and murdering 3 women.  

Luke had been avoiding you for the vast majority of the week.  He’d work late hours, leave the room when you entered, never meet your gaze.  It was more for his own sanity than anything.  This sudden realization that you could do better, and honestly deserved better than him, was all consuming.  It made focusing on the case incredibly difficult. 

Luke’s gathering his remaining items from the precinct, the jet waiting for him and the rest of the team, when he hears it.  

Luke looks up from the table to see the deputy approaching you.  He’s too far away to hear what he’s saying, but not so far so that he doesn’t see the folded note that he passes you. 

In an instant, Luke’s entire face falls.  He felt like screaming. 

On the jet ride home, Luke sits between Emily and Matt, which was unusual.  Typically, the two of you spent rides home together.  

He was dreading the car ride home from the BAU.  That would be the first time the two of you would be alone since the coffee incident.  He may have been a little dramatic, without meaning to.  Luke didn’t want to be the jealous boyfriend.  Jealousy was unfair and manipulative and gross.  But the idea of another guy buying you coffee, or making you laugh, or giving you his phone number on a folded up piece of paper, made his stomach churn.  The truth was, he didn’t want to lose you. 

But Luke didn’t know how to say that to you without coming across as a total lunatic.  

He’d have to figure it out before landing at the BAU. 

…

You don’t want to cause a scene on the jet.  But the minute you and Luke are alone at the BAU office together, you corner him strategically at his desk. 

“What the hell?” is all you can manage to blurt out.  You’re fuming and on the verge tears, Luke’s silent treatment was just about pushing you to the edge.  You’d spent the past week focused more on why Luke was suddenly so mad at you than you on the actual case.  

There’s a long pause, Luke refusing to meet your gaze. 

“Are you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all week?”

You’re met by silence.  

“You’re being childish. Are you really not gonna talk to me?”

Finally, Luke turns to you, and says slyly, “That deputy gave you his number, right?  Why don’t you call him?  I’m sure he’d love to talk.”

In an instant, a wave of understanding washes over you.  

“Are you- are you jealous of Henry?” you ask, unable to hide the hint of a smirk spreading across your face.  The idea of Luke being jealous of a deputy from Austin, Texas seemed absolutely ludacris.  It was so far fetched that it seemed perfectly reasonable to cross your arms and laugh at your fuming boyfriend.  

He rolls his eyes.  “No,” he scoffs.  

He knows you don’t believe him. 

There’s a brief pause before he sputters, “Maybe.”

The smirk on your face only grows bigger.  Luke grabs his bag off from his desk before pushing past you, muttering a quick, “So what?” on his way by. 

But you turn around and keep pace with him, looping your arm through his.  You’re pleased when he doesn’t pull away.  

“Baby,” you coo, a playful tone to your voice, you tug at his arm to stop him from walking any further.  “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Luke turns his body to face you, but his gaze doesn’t quite meet yours. 

“Because jealousy is stupid, and it’s for couples who don’t trust each other, and I trust you.” He pauses and bites his lip before whispering, “You know you could have anyone you wanted.”

You drop the smirk, because you realize Luke was actually bothered by this.  You squeeze his hand gently.  “What are you talking about?”

“Seeing you with that guy, seeing him gawk over you- it just made me realize that you can do so much better than me,”  Luke says quietly, because it’s true. 

You’re shaking your head before he even finished his sentence, because the idea of anyone ever being better than Luke was even more ludicrous than him being jealous in the first place.  

You reach into your pocket and pull out the note the deputy had given you just hours earlier.  Luke watches as you unfold the piece of paper. 

Luke quickly sees that it’s not a phone number. 

“It’s his grandma’s banana bread recipe,” you explain.  “I told him how much you liked banana bread, and that I wanted to make some for you, so he gave it to me..” your voice trails off.  “I talked about you a lot actually- but that’s not unusual.  I always talk about you a lot.”

You watch as the realization that washes over Luke quickly turns into embarrassment.  He fumbles with his words. 

“I-I uh.”

But you spare him.  “I want you, Luke.  And you are exactly what I need, okay?” 

Luke blinks as he watches you take a step closer to him. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you pull him so that you’re flush against his body.  Luke’s own arms wind around you as he looks down at you, his brown eyes glistening. 

“Banana bread, huh?” he muses.

You nod.  “Seems like you have quite the competition.”

He smirks, “Man versus yeast.”

You roll your eyes and plead, "Will you just shut up and kiss me?" 

Luke leans in, pressing his lips to yours, slow and steady, tasting and feeling every crack and every inch of those lips that you haven’t kissed for days. 

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