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Like a Leaf

Luke Alvez x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2468 words

Warnings: angst (potential spoilers for S15E5)

Summary: Confessing your feelings for Luke after he gets abducted by an unsub

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You’d done it.

You and your team had somehow, against all odds, managed to track down where they were hiding and now, in the nick of time, they were safe.

Finally.

“Luke? Thank God you’re alive” you all but shouted, finding yourself heading toward the man in question without a second thought, past where Matt was, now relying on Rossi to stay stable.

All day, you had been a wreck, constantly thinking about what could have gone wrong or what they could have been doing to the two of them as you sat, desperate to figure something out.

You, and the rest of the team, had been searching nonstop but until this moment, you weren’t entirely convinced that it would work.

As much as you hated to say it, you couldn’t help but doubt how successful you’d be.

Luke hardly had time to process what was happening, or what had happened before you had thrown your arms around his neck.

It was a bit more intimate than you would have ever attempted before this, but given the circumstances, you didn’t care enough to second guess it.

Not after you had spent all day long considering that you might not ever see him again, or hear his cheesy jokes over a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“Woah, are you alright?” Luke tried, a small labored chuckle forcing itself through what you were sure was a Pulmonary contusion.

Of all the things that he could have been expecting from today, this certainly wasn’t it.

Not that he was complaining. After what he’d just been through, seeing you was the greatest thing he could have hoped for.

“I was so worried,” you whispered back, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment, just trying to calm your racing heart.

This was too much.

Having things go wrong, and running into bumps in the road came with the territory, and you knew it. Your team was constantly in danger and this wasn’t the first incident of something like this, but it was for Luke.

This was the first time you’d actually been worried you’d lose him and that wasn’t something you were prepared for.

It wasn’t supposed to hit you this hard, but clearly it had.

That was exactly why you hadn’t stepped away from him yet, even though he needed to see medical and it would have been nice to get out of this dank warehouse.

“It’s okay, I’m okay” he assured, but he didn’t step away either. In fact, if you had been more present in the moment, you would have noticed how his grip on you had tightened as the seconds passed.

The truth was that he wasn’t ready to step away from you either, for whatever reason.

From the moment he and Matt had been taken, Luke had been on overdrive but now that everything was all said and done, this was the first time he felt as if he was able to breathe.

He just wanted to stay put for a second and get his head on straight.

So you did.

The two of you stood there like that for what felt like hours, breathing and trying desperately to calm your racing minds before finally you found yourself too moved to stay silent.

Too emotional to even process anything beyond your beating heart and the way that man before you made you feel.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you”

The words left your mouth without a single thought, but it was more than enough to break whatever spell you were under and immediately, you forced yourself to step away from him.

That was an accident.

…and a big one.

It was no secret to the rest of the team that you had feelings for Luke, but by some miracle, he had remained blind to the truth.

You wanted to keep it that way, but evidently, your brain had different plans.

The man in question blinked slowly, considering what you’d said but by the time he’d processed it enough to even attempt a reply, you were gone.

There were only two ways the aftermath of that sort of admission could go, and neither of which seemed worth sticking around for.

If Luke rejected it, you wouldn’t be able to handle that and it would make working with him absolutely unbearable but even if he didn’t, there was nothing you could do to guarantee it would work.

The risk was just too high, and you weren’t willing to lose him over this.

It didn’t matter how much you cared about him.

You weren’t going to lose him.

You and Luke didn’t talk again until everything was squared away and you were back on the jet, headed home.

Of course, it offered some amount of peace and comfort simply because it was out of harm's way but based on the way the man in question was looking at you now, that peace wouldn’t last long.

Luke already looked like he wanted something, and you didn’t have to be a genius to work out what it is.

Naturally, he was thinking about the same thing you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since you pulled yourself away from him in the first place.

It wasn’t until you met his eye for the third time in a minute that he finally stood and made his way over to where you had been sitting for the entire flight, back by the bar cart.

“You doing okay?”

His words weren’t so much a genuine question as they were an ice breaker but you didn’t mind. If you were being honest, you weren’t sure you’d be able to answer that even if you wanted to.

By all accounts, you should have been thrilled that everything had worked out well. Matt was going to get to go home to Kristy and the kids and Luke was going to be alright.

That was all you could have ever wanted.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t enough and of course it wasn’t. You weren’t going to be completely content until you knew that you and Luke were okay.

Whatever okay was in this situation.

“I’m fine. Just wondering what you’ve been thinking about over there this whole time” you countered, poking him in the shoulder aimlessly in a hope that would lighten the mood.

It didn’t.

No matter what you tried, every time you looked Luke in the eye, you could tell that he was waiting for you to say or do something, anything, and this was as close as you could get.

…and seeing that the task would indeed fall to him, your favorite agent decided to take the initiative himself, before he drove himself insane.

“I think you know. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so shook up before” he shrugged, recalling once again just how tightly you had held onto him, and the way you looked when you finally let go.

There was something there, something important and if you wanted to just sweep it under the rug, you could and he’d forget about it, but he needed to know.

This in-between, glancing-at-each-other-and-then-looking-away thing, wasn’t going to work.

“Yeah, well, it was a tough day” you tried to put everything you could into your words, to make Luke believe them but the trouble was that you didn’t even believe them yourself.

This wasn’t just a tough day.

It was a living nightmare.

“You can say that again,” he sighed, letting his head rest against the back of the seat you both occupied.

“But you know I have to ask, what was that today? We can’t just not talk about it” he continued as gingerly as he could, finally asking exactly what he’d been dying to ask this entire time.

Now all you had to do was be honest about it.

Luke couldn’t help but smile as he thought back to that moment. He had been full of adrenaline, as had you, but that didn’t change the impact of it in the slightest.

Clearly, something had happened between you and he just wanted to make sure he was on the same page.

Whatever page that was.

“I don’t know. I guess I just felt like if I let go, you were gonna be gone again.” you shrugged, hoping that if you made light of it enough, the whole thing would go away.

Not that you would be so lucky where Luke Alvez was concerned.

He had gotten a little banged up, not endured a frontal lobotomy.

After he’d calmed down, he had all the time in the world to think about the way your breath felt on the skin of his neck and how relieved you sounded when you found him, relatively unharmed.

Like you were holding everything you cared about between your two hands.

That wasn’t exactly something he could just forget, especially not when he’d been waiting for it for so long.

The truth of the matter was that you and Luke had always had something special and if it had grown into something else, the least you could do was let him in on the secret.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy, I promise” he assured, now taking his turn to lighten the mood, in what was clearly a shabby attempt at avoiding the depth of the situation at hand.

It was heavy.

This whole thing was heavy, and raw, and emotional and you couldn’t be blamed for feeling it. Just like he couldn’t be blamed for the fact that he’d managed to fall helplessly in love with you since he started at the BAU.

It was just the kind of thing that happened sometimes, and it wasn’t a bad thing.

It was just tricky.

“I thought they were going to kill you” you continued, not dropping the grave tone in your voice as you thought back on it.

You knew that you had to keep a level-head, and focus on doing what you had to do to bring them back but the tears came like they always did and keeping it together felt impossible.

The only thing that kept you going was the hope that it would work, but you had never been so scared in your life.

Though this moment was quickly making its way up to second place.

“I know. When you hugged me, you were shaking like a leaf” Luke allowed, and for a moment you thought he’s going to laugh again, to try and make this less than it was but he didn’t.

In fact, when you did force yourself to look at him, you saw that the man you had come to love, who you had never once seen so much as falter, now looked about as lost as you felt.

Like he had so much he wanted to say all at once that there weren't any words.

Not that that was going to stop him for long.

If there was one thing you knew about Luke Alvez, it was that he could always find what he wanted to say, and he’d say it, even when the moment wasn’t right or the circumstances didn’t call for it.

Today wasn’t any different.

“I was worried I’d have to scoop you up off the floor, like a pretty princess” he teased, knocking his shoulder into yours with a light laugh.

Now that the moment had passed, it was easy to joke about it and to see the humor in what was clearly a traumatic situation for the both of you.

You scoffed, allowing yourself to smile as you bumped him gently in turn with your own shoulder, “Well, to be fair, I was a little upset”

It was true.

You both knew it, and if you were being completely honest, you both felt it.

Still, the air between you had changed and even though you hadn’t said the words yet, Luke could tell that you were, in fact, on the same page.

It was all he could have wanted.

…but that didn’t mean he was ready for this whole conversation to be over.

Luke was a traditional man in the ways that mattered, and if he was going to do this thing, he was going to do it right.

“So, I feel like there’s something I should tell you”

His words were quieter this time, but not because he didn’t want you to hear them. Quite the opposite. Luke was doing what he was doing in hopes that you would really hear him and really listen.

This was important.

Probably the most important thing that he would ever tell you, or anyone, for the rest of his life.

As you waited, you released a breath from your lungs that you hadn’t even realized you were holding, and nodded.

“Tell me” you whispered, trying to be as reassuring as you knew how to be, just as he’d always done for you.

Whatever it was he wanted to say, you were ready to hear it. You had been scared before, scared of what it would mean, or how it could change the relationship you already shared but not anymore.

Now, the butterflies in your stomach were there for a different reason.

Luke hummed, the sound shaky on the tail end, reminding you of what exactly he’d gone through since he woke up this morning.

He’d be black and blue for a month after a beating like that.

“I care about you, more than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time,” he decided, gingerly taking your hand from where it had been resting on your leg in his own, and giving it a squeeze, just for good measure.

To really drive his point home.

You could feel yourself grinning as soon as he finally said it out loud, confirming what you’d hoped for all this time, but Luke wasn’t done which he told you with a soft tut, “I’m not done”

This, of course, did nothing to wipe the smile off your face but you did put a pause on the confession you had warming the pit of your stomach.

You could wait your turn.

The man in front of you grinned, shaking his head briefly before returning back to his original train of thought.

The train of thought that involved him telling you all about exactly what he was feeling, and what he had been feeling every time he saw you for the past year.

It was kind of a big moment.

“And if you would let me, I would like to take you out” he smiled, giving you a small nod after he’d finished for real this time, letting you know that you could go ahead now.

About time.

“I would love nothing more”

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 months

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does anyone have any Luke Alvez requests maybe potentially hopefully?

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thelukesalvez · 8 months

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Luke Alvez x Reader: What You Deserve

Description: Feeling undeserving of luke's attention and affection.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: low self-esteem, negative self-talk, internalized fat phobia

A/N: I wrote this back when I was super insecure about my weight (i.e. this is how i felt about every guy i dated). but just saying i lowkey hate the insecure plus-sized reader trope and want to write better plus-size reader fics in the future, but this is all i have to repost for now!

You were ten when you sprained your ankle on the playground at school and wound up at the doctor’s office with your mom. The doctor was nice and distracted you from the pain in your ankle with some funny jokes. He even let you listen to your own heartbeat with his stethoscope.

But at the end of the visit, once you had a splint on your ankle, he turned to your mom and mentioned the term overweight.

“She’s on the high end of her age’s weight class,” he said matter-of-factly. And maybe it was just a simple matter of fact. You’d never thought much about your weight before that day. You were happy. You loved to play- especially outside. Your favorite game was capture the flag, but it didn’t matter. You were active and healthy.

Your mom listened to his advice intently, because he was the professional after all. Who was she to question his word on your health? And when you get home you were immediately placed on what she calls a diet.

“That means no more ice cream after dinner, and we’re going to cut back on the popcorn, too.”

And maybe the doctor was right, you started to think, as you took a long look at yourself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door that very same night. You pinched the skin protruding from your stomach and watched as the fat around your thighs jiggled. Maybe you were too big, too fat. You thought of your friends at school and for the first time, (but certainly not the last), you found yourself wondering, why don’t I look like them?

“The diet will help,” your mom told you reassuringly.

Except it doesn’t. Instead, you wound up gaining more weight, this time at a rapid pace, because you’ve found that when Mom says you can’t have ice cream after dinner, you wind up sneaking into the kitchen after she’s gone to bed and eating it anyway. But you don’t stop there. You eat some of the watermelon that’s left in the fridge, too, and some crackers from the cupboard. Just enough from each box so that she doesn’t notice, but enough altogether, that you go to bed with a full, aching stomach.

This becomes a pretty standard part of your nightly routine until your mom caught you digging through the pantry one night, while she had come downstairs quietly for a glass of water.

The look on her face was shock, followed quickly by disgust. You felt embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated.

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this,” then, “it’s no wonder you’re gaining all that weight.”

…

You’ve always had a difficult time loving yourself, you’ve always looked in the mirror and not necessarily liked what looked back at you. Sure, there were days where you thought to yourself, I look pretty today. But in the back of your mind there was always that voice that would add, for a fat person.

When you’re in your twenties, you finally break the habitual pattern of binge eating that you’d been doing since you were a kid. As you ticked off the number of days it had been since a binge, you sighed. You really would have thought that by stopping consistently overindulging, you’d lose the weight. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, your body has plateaued. No more dramatic gains or losses- it just is. The weight, for the most part, stayed on.

By your thirties, you’d come to an understanding, a blind acceptance, with your body. You didn’t always like it, but you appreciated it. Neutrality, your therapist had encouraged. And that was good enough.

Regardless, you had other things going for you besides your looks and your weight. You had a great job and infinite career goals to focus on. Not everything had to be about being beautiful and desirable, you learned.

…

Your favorite thing about being part of the BAU were your coworkers. You never expected how close you’d get to them, but before you knew it, they felt more like your family than anything else. Something about constantly facing life-threatening situations with one another created an everlasting bond encased in mutual trust.

You and the rest of the team had a rare evening off, which normally, you’d spend waiting skeptically by your phone, convinced that you’d get called in for a case any minute. But not tonight, Emily had promised. All cases were on hold until the morning. You were sitting at home, contemplating what to do with your precious time when the text came through.

It was Tara messaging the group chat, asking if anyone was up for drinks and a night out. It didn’t take long before Luke’s name came flashing across your screen next. It was impossible to ignore the butterflies fluttering rampantly in your stomach as you read the words that he’s typed.

I’m in, he said simply.

Luke was the newest member to have joined the team. Just months prior, he transferred to the BAU from the Fugitive Task Force. As soon as Emily brought him into the conference room, you knew all bets were off. He was tall and handsome, with a clean cut, thick beard and dark skin. While he was given personalized introductions, you had noticed his bicep flexing as he extended his arm out to shake everyone’s hands. When he was introduced to you, his large hand engulfing yours and his dark eyes scanned the length of you, and you knew instantly that Luke Alvez was a catch.

It was pointless and childish and arbitrary, and you knew it. But you couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard you tried- no matter how many times you told yourself he’d never be into a girl like you. A fat girl like you, the voice in your head said. You tried to challenge that voice- fought back and argued with it occasionally just like your therapist had encouraged, but it still found ways of insisting that you weren’t worthy of attention or affection from someone like Luke.

So, before your insecurities could convince you to decline Tara’s invite that night, you typed back a quick, I’m in, too.

…

It turned out most of the team decided to join your night out. And it was fun, or it would have been, if not for the critic in your head being abnormally loud.

Look how skinny JJ looks in that top- you could never pull that off.

Don’t eat the nachos, they’ll think you’re fat.

Eat the nachos, because if you don’t, they’ll know that you know you’re fat.

As always, it was exhausting and all consuming- a never ending battle in your own mind. And while you knew your team didn’t give a shit if you ate the damn nachos or not, you couldn’t stop obsessing over it.

You tried your best to enjoy yourself- to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, but it took effort.

Tara had picked the spot, it was a small pub that serves drinks and food. There was music, but not so loud that you couldn’t hear each other talk. You sipped your vodka lemonade, the straw pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, and watched as Emily and JJ were taking on Rossi and Matt in a game of pool.

Across from you sat Tara and Spencer. They were having an in depth conversation about Jean Piaget, when suddenly, Luke slid into the empty booth seat beside you. Your senses were instantly overwhelmed momentarily by his cologne, strong but not overpowering. His arm brushed yours, the warmth from his skin sending an electrical current through your entire body. You tensed up, if not just from the shock of it all. But as soon as you let your guard down, the voice in your head crept back in. He can feel how fat your arm is- pull away. So you did.

If he noticed, he didn’t comment. Instead he smiled, his white teeth on full display. “Having fun?” he asked.

You took another sip of your lemonade and nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice to have a night away from..” your voice trailed off as you thought of the word.

“Crime? Murder?” Luke smirked. “Serial killers?”

You chuckled, “How about all of the above?”

Luke nodded. “They say crime never sleeps, but we finally will tonight.” He set his drink down and scratched his beard in contemplation. “I’m thinking at least eight hours tonight.”

“Eight hours?” you gawked, “You’re living large!”

Luke laughed. There was a brief pause in the chatter, and you took another sip of your drink awkwardly. You were about to make a joke about the competitive pool game going on in front of you between Rossi and JJ, when Luke leaned over and said quietly, “You look really nice tonight.”

You faltered, you didn't know how to answer, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at Luke’s gaze, because you weren’t sure you could handle it. And while you knew that you should say thank you, you only curled into yourself as if what Luke said was just a snide, nasty remark. Compliments like that were so foreign to you and you felt like you didn’t deserve them, so you had a hard time believing that what Luke had to say was actually genuine. You knew he wasn’t the type of person to ever poke fun at another, but wasn’t that what made the most sense? He certainly wasn’t hitting on you- so maybe it was a pity remark, or just a way to fill the awkward silence.

You ended up just offering him a curt smile, pretending that you didn’t see the way his face fell.

…

You were happy most of the time. Not as carefree as some on the team, but still. You joked with Tara and Emily and had meaningful conversations with Spencer. You asked Dave about his weekends and listened with intent as Matt told you stories about his infinite amount of kids.

But then there were days where you’re nowhere near that feeling.

There were bad days. And when they came, they were always so sudden and unexpected, it almost took your breath away.

You were away on a case with the team in Colorado Springs when you had your first really bad day in a long time.

The case, for the most part, kept you busy, and for a while you were able to ward off the negative thoughts. Instead of fixating on how worthless you felt, you thought about the four victims that had gone missing in the area, you thought of the Unsub and ways your team could find them. You thought about ME reports and patterns in each abduction, it was enough of a puzzle that you were able to stay occupied.

But when you were back at the hotel, the rest of your team in their own rooms, and left to your own thoughts, that’s when the quiet consumed you.

As a child, you learned that the one thing-the only thing- that helped when you were feeling this overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread, was to binge. It helped you stuff the negative thoughts so deep down within yourself, that for at least a little while, you were numb to all the pain.

You knew you shouldn’t- you hadn’t in so long. But just this one time would be okay, right? Only this once, just to feel a little better, and then you wouldn’t do it again.

The battle inside your own head raged on. You took deep breaths, you tried to journal what you were feeling, but the feeling didn't subside. Only when there was a knock at your door, and you were forced to pull yourself back to reality, did the argument get placed on the backburner. You blinked back tears that you didn’t even realize were there before hastily making your way to the hotel door.

“J-just a minute,” you tried to make your voice sound normal, like the debate going on inside your mind about what you were about to do would be obvious to whoever was at the door. You quickly wiped your cheeks and brushed your wrinkled shirt off before hoisting it open.

“Hi,” you managed to smile as you opened the door.

Luke was on the other side, to your surprise, holding two brown paper bags and a couple of bottled drinks.

“Hey,” Luke answered, his eyes lingering on your face for a brief moment. You wondered if he could tell you’d been crying.

“What’s up?” you drawled, as if to politely ask, why the hell are you knocking at my door at eleven pm?

“Everyone else was asleep and I was hungry-” he held up the bag of what was apparently food and shrugged. “Except, I bought way too much, I’ll never eat it all. Are you hungry?”

You gave him a confused look. “I-”

“It’s just burgers, some chicken and some fries, nothing fancy- but I didn’t want to eat alone and I saw your light on..”

You sighed, but then stepped to the side, a gesture for him to come in. Luke gave you a relieved look before entering your room. He headed to the bed, which was the only place to sit.

“Do you mind?” he asked, motioning towards the mattress.

You shook your head, “No, go for it.”

You closed the door behind him and joined Luke, barely noticing that the dread in your stomach from earlier had been replaced by a light, fluttering sensation.

As Luke began unloading the greasy food from the bag, you hesitated. Was this a trick? Was he secretly trying to see how much food you could put away? Was he going to go back and tell the team how much you’d eaten?

Luke picked up on your apprehension.

“Is everything okay?”

You don’t answer quickly enough before he asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Goddamn these intuitive profilers.

“Nothing,” you said. But somehow, Luke heard the lie.

“I know I’m the new guy,” he said, “and it’s probably gonna take some time before you trust me, I know that. But I want you to know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah.. it-it’s nothing,” you managed to say, because you couldn’t talk. Not about this and not yet. Maybe not ever.

“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Sometimes, it’s tough being the new guy. I can see how close you guys all are and I just want to be a part of that eventually, you know?” His eyes bore into your own and you caught a glimpse of the sincerity behind his words, and that was when you started to feel guilty for ever thinking he was here to make fun of you. Luke was here for a friend, for comfort of his own.

You sat on the bed next to Luke and took a fry from the basket. “You are part of it.” You assured him. “Everyone here adores you.”

Me included, is what you didn’t say.

“You wouldn’t be included in our group chat if we didn’t.”

That made Luke smile, his dimple evident in his cheek.

He stayed in your room for a while, the two of you laughing and talking throughout the night. You never realized how much you didn’t know about Luke. Like that he had a dog, for example, or that he grew up in Arizona and moved around a lot once he joined the military. He kept you laughing, his jokes and sarcasm thrown intermittently through his speech.

You shared the chicken and fries with him, not even feeling self conscious when you reached for more to put on your plate. You were too wrapped up in whatever story Luke was telling and the way his eyes lit up as he talked about the things that interested him, to be insecure.

Luke took the last drink of his bottled water before sighing. “I suppose I should head back to my room, and try to get a little sleep.” He lifted his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. “I’m definitely not getting my eight hours tonight,” he laughed.

You nodded in agreement, the two of you standing up in sync, and you walked Luke to the door.

Luke stepped into the hallway before turning to face you. “Thanks for the company,” he said.

You smiled, “Thanks for the food.”

There was a brief, awkward silence, where neither one of you knew what to do next. But then, it happened quickly. One minute, you were studying the way Luke’s warm, brown eyes were trained on you, and then, before you could predict what would happen next, he stepped forward, one hand planting itself firmly on your hip and the other cupping your chin. He paused briefly, like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t- and so the next thing you knew, Luke was pulling you closer to his body and his lips were pressing against your own, their warmth spreading the entirety of your body.

Fat, fat, fat- your mind suddenly screamed. You suddenly became hyper-aware of his fingers digging into the soft, fleshy part of your hip, and wondered if he’d be repulsed by what he felt. But if he was, he didn’t make it obvious.

There had to be a catch, you thought- some alternative motive for him to be kissing you like this. Guys like Luke didn’t go after girls like you. Fat girls like you, the voice said.

He just wants sex.

He’s not thinking straight.

He’ll regret this tomorrow.

You pulled away, breathlessly, your heart suddenly racing. Before Luke could suspect that something was wrong, you offered him your best smile. “I should get to bed,” you explained.

Luke could sense the shift in your tone, you imagined that he wanted to ask what’s wrong, but you were already stepping away from him. Instead he nodded, trying to hide his confusion. “Okay, yeah. G-goodnight.”

“Night,” you whispered before shutting the door.

…

Luke hoped he hadn’t fucked up.

That was his first thought as soon as he saw the door close in his face. He bit his lips, they still tasted like you, and slowly backed away.

His feet drummed against the cheap carpet floor of the hotel as he paced the few doors down to his own room.

He really thought you’d liked him- thought you’d reciprocated the kiss even. But judging by the look on your face when you closed the door, he thought that he might be terribly mistaken.

He didn’t get his eight hours of sleep.

In fact, he barely got any. Instead, he spent the night trying to figure out where the hell he could have gotten things so wrong.

When Luke’s phone started buzzing loudly, he felt exhausted and not even close to ready for the inevitably long day ahead.

Regardless, Luke got ready quickly. The one conclusion that he had come to after contemplating all night was that he wanted to find you and clear the air. Despite his obvious feelings for you that were now right out in the open, he couldn’t risk your friendship, or making things awkward at work. Once he was showered and dressed, Luke departed the hotel in search of some coffee.

He remembered that you liked it hot, with just cream and a hint of cinnamon. This would be his peace offering, an apology for crossing the line, the promise that it wouldn’t happen again.

…

You were answering a text from Emily on your phone, directing you to go to the ME office, when you heard a voice calling your name.

Your head snapped up, and there, sure enough, like he was waiting for you in the lobby, Luke came jogging over. In his outstretched arm was a cup of coffee.

“Hey.”

For a moment, you wondered if maybe Luke really was into you. A kiss one night and coffee the next morning? Surely that meant he wasn’t just looking for a hookup, right?

You accepted his offering with a smile. “What’s this?” you asked dumbfoundedly. Could you really be this lucky? Could he actually be interested in you? The butterflies in your stomach started flying rampantly as you quickly got your hopes up.

“I wanted to apologize-” he said, his head falling, like he was ashamed. “For last night.”

Your heart sank.

“I crossed the line, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Your friendship means a lot to me-”

And there it was. You were no stranger to the friendship line. Guys used it all the time as a way out. After going on dates, after hookups- it was always the same response from them when they weren’t interested- I like you but I don’t want to risk our friendship. I really just want to be friends. I’m not ready for a relationship, can we just be friends?

To you that translated as, you’re not good enough for me.

You were a fool for ever getting your hopes up- for ever thinking that someone like Luke could actually be interested in someone like you.

You took the coffee and tried not to meet his eager gaze.

“Don’t worry about it,” is all you could manage to croak out.

Luke could sense the shift in your tone. “I really am sorry,” he said.

But you shook your head, and feigned your best smile. You backed away from him, not wanting him to see the glistening tears evident in your eyes.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, your mind was screaming at you. “It’s fine,” you said instead, your voice cracking slightly just as you turned to leave the hotel lobby.

…

Luke knew he had fucked up.

The peace offering that he had made was nothing short of a disaster, and now he’d have to come up with another way to make up for what he’d done.

That much was obvious as he was left standing alone in the hotel lobby, gazing at the doors you’d just walked out of.

...

Three days later, on the jet ride home, Luke could barely get you to even look at him. Not that he had made much of an effort, but still. He wanted to give you space. Hadn’t he done enough damage already?

He knew he’d have to think of a way to talk to you about what had happened. Maybe if he just explained himself, you’d understand.

But how was he supposed to talk to you when you wouldn’t even look at him?

He finally got his chance when the jet landed and the team was back at the BAU. He found you at your desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork. Rossi, JJ, Tara, and Spencer had already left for the night. Matt was gathering his belongings from his desk and heading out the door, meanwhile Emily was barricaded in her office with the door shut. If Luke was ever going to get a minute alone with you- it was now.

He shuffled cautiously over towards your desk. You gave him no indication that you’d heard him at all, but nonetheless, he cleared his throat before getting too close. He didn’t want to startle you.

You didn’t even look up from what you’re writing.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“I can’t right now,” your tone is flat.“I have this whole stack I need to do before tomorrow.”

Luke felt frustrated and dismissed, but he bit his tongue. Instead of pushing, he grabbed half the stack of paperwork from atop your desk and took it back to his own desk. Before you could protest or argue, he sat down and flipped open the first file, ready to work.

…

The entire floor was eerily quiet. Besides the occasional clicking of keys and scratching of a pen, you and Luke worked in complete silence.

You felt bad. You really didn’t have to finish all of this paperwork by tomorrow. That was just your excuse to avoid talking with Luke. But now, it was almost 1 AM and you were nearly finished with it all.

You heard his pen click and you knew that was his indicator that he was done with his stack. Your heart clenched in your chest anxiously. You heard him approach your desk. There was a sudden thump when he threw the stack back where he found it.

“There,” he announces. “Can we talk now?”

The man was persistent.

You set your pen down lightly and sighed. Admitting defeat, you nodded.

Luke pulled Spencer’s chair out from his desk, which was right next to yours. He scooted it closer to you.

Your gaze remained hyper focused on your hands, which were cupped and laid neatly in your lap. Luke ducked his head down, trying to catch your eyes. Begrudgingly, you looked up and made eye contact with him.

“Listen,” his voice was soft, “I am really sorry for kissing you the other night.”

You groaned frustratedly. “Will you stop apologizing?” you finally said. “I get it, you didn’t want to kiss me. It’s fine- But I don’t need this- this pity.”

Luke instantly looked taken aback by your frustration, but it was the most you’ve said to him in the last three days, so he took it all in. As your words played back in his mind, he frowned. “I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.”

“Well- whatever you did or didn’t say, I get it, okay? I get that it was a mistake and it didn’t mean anything. It’s fine.”

But Luke continued shaking his head. “I never said any of that-” he protested.

You remained quiet, but he continued. “I never said any of that. Is that how you feel about it?” he asked, hands clasped tightly together.

You shrugged. Your cheeks felt hot- you were insecure with Luke’s eyes trained so intently on you. You wished you could just forget this whole thing happened, wished you could just disappear. But Luke kept pushing.

“Is that how you feel?” he repeated. There was a brief pause. “Because that’s not how I feel,” he said. “I don’t regret kissing you. I like you and I wanted to do it. And I thought you wanted to, too. If I had known you didn’t- I never would have done it. I regret making you uncomfortable, and I regret making things awkward between us, but I don’t regret the kiss.”

Luke’s words swam around in your head, but they were a jumbled mess. You tried to piece them together slowly, in order to process what he was saying. Did he just say he liked you?

There was a part of you that felt like this whole thing had just been a cruel joke. But yet, here he was- sitting in front of you with the most sincere eyes you’d ever seen, and suddenly, you started to wonder if maybe this was real. Maybe, for God-only-knows what reason, Luke actually had feelings for you- was actually attracted to you.

“You like me?” you asked, your voice low.

Luke laughed- like actually laughed- and when you looked up at him, his eyes were squinting as his lips were curled into a wide grin. “Uh, yeah- I thought I’d made that blatantly clear.”

But you shook your head. “I- I didn’t know..”

“I kissed you-” he said, like it’s obvious.

“I know, but I figured you just wanted to hookup- I didn’t think you actually liked me-”

“But I brought you dinner- and coffee. Did you think I just do that for everyone?”

You remained guarded, because you still couldn’t entirely trust this. “Yeah,” you said. “Kind of, I guess.”

“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Let me spell it out for you then. I like you.” He said each word carefully and slowly. “And I liked kissing you. And I’d really like to date you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I’d still like to be friends, and I’d really like for things not to be awkward at work.”

You stared in awe, not able to believe any of this was really happening. You wanted to ask why. Why did this handsome, kind, honest man like you? What made you even remotely good enough for him?

But you didn’t ask. Because did it matter right now?

“Your turn,” Luke urged. “Since I seem to have such a hard time reading you, can you spell it out for me too?”

You hesitated. You’d never flat out told someone how you felt about them. You were insecure and terrified of rejection. And even though Luke had flat out told you rejection wasn’t a possibility, you were still embarrassed to tell him how you felt. You didn’t like how vulnerable that made you- how open to the hurt that made you.

But Luke’s smile was so reassuring and kind, you tried not to think too much before telling him quietly, “I like you too. I have for a while, actually.”

He chuckled, which you think might just be your new favorite sound. “So why’d you pull away the other night?” he asked longingly. “Why have you been so distant?”

“Because- I didn’t think someone like you would ever be into someone like me.”

The moment the words left your lips, you regretted it. And when Luke’s face contorted into a look of confusion, and then hurt, you regretted it even more.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

You fumble with your words, because you weren’t sure how to explain. “I just thought someone like you would be more apt to go after someone that looked more like Tara or JJ or Emily is all.”

“What’s the common denominator there? Because Tara, JJ, and Emily look nothing alike-”

“You know what I mean,” you protested. “I thought someone like you would be more apt to go for someone-” you paused before saying the word, “someone skinnier than- well... me.”

Luke’s face fell, but you laughed it off nervously. “Just makes me wonder why, is all,” you said.

“I like you-” he assured you. “I like you because you’re smart and you’re thoughtful.”

Luke’s managed to scoot his chair increasingly closer to you without you noticing. When you looked down, you realized that your knees were practically touching. The first thing that ran through your mind is, oh my God, your thighs are bigger than his. But you shook the thought away. You weren’t going to let that voice ruin this- not again.

“You’re intuitive- the best profiler.”

The way Luke was looking at you made everything else melt away. All you saw was him and those unimaginably warm eyes.

“You’re kind and generous and you make me laugh,” he paused. “You’re beautiful.”

You remembered how soft his lips felt against yours when you kissed days ago, and all you wanted was to taste him again.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long for your wish to come true. Luke leaned in, closing the gap between you two. Just when he was only inches from your face, he grinned. “I could keep going, you know?”

You ignored him and his cheeky grin and instead you leaned forward, and without thinking, cupped his face between your hands and pulled him closer.

His lips were exactly as you remembered, soft and smooth and all-encompassing. Luke’s hand landed just above your knee and when you started to wonder whether or not your leg felt fat underneath his touch, you were able to silence it. Who the hell cares? Certainly not Luke, that much you were learning quickly. In fact, you wondered if maybe he even liked it. The thought passed quickly, and you were able to focus on the man in front of you instead- the one who was quickly claiming you as his own. The one you deserved.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 4 years

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Hello Love, hope you are doing great even with everything happening around... if the requests are still open do you think you can do a HC or OS depending of what’s open of a caucasian red hair and Luke Alvez (Criminal minds) both of them always flirting together for fun and for hiding their feeling cause of the rules. But ended up sleeping together and him saying screw the rules and trying to get her to do the same before finally starting a relationship. Thanks

Breaking the rules with Luke and getting together with him includes:

-The two of you flirting non stop, having lunch together and sitting together in the plane when there’s a new case all while still being able to act professional

-Spencer already shipping the two of of you and Luke having to make him shut up whenever Hotch is around as there’s a strict “ No colleague dating” policy which quickly can end in one losing their job

-Luke slowly feeling himself fall for you, you always answer his calls when his thoughts get the best of him and he just feels insecure and needs someone to talk to

-A karaoke night resulting in the two of you hooking up

-But it wasn’t just casual, meaningless sex

-The whole time, the two of you felt that there was more than just physical attraction between you two

-The next morning being amazing, the two of you just cuddling and sharing tender kisses

-Luke then breaking your heart by saying that it all was a mistake a few days later after being distant at work with you, making you think that you’ve done something bad

-You sadly agreeing and acting like you’re not affected by it

-You avoiding Luke the next few weeks, eating your lunch alone and even crying a little bit in the restroom before acting like nothing has happened and focusing back on your cases

-One night, Luke appeared at your door, confessing his love to you and telling you that pushing you away was a big mistake

-You letting him know that he’s hurt you and you’ll need improved actions from him in order to move on and give him a chance

-Luke promising that he’ll do better

-You smiling and nodding your head before giving him a slight kiss and welcoming him back into your home

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-Emmanuelle 💋❤️

#luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x plus size reader #plus size reader #criminal minds

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pretty-boys-book-club · 2 years

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— masterlist.

☆= my personal favorites.

series

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bylines to my heart ☆

summary: You are a young journalist navigating the turbulent job of reporting for a local newspaper in D.C. What happens when you constantly bump into a cute boy genius? Can FBI agents befriend journalists? Can they fall in love with one?

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (coming soon)

let your heart be light

summary: Fed up with being single on holidays, Spencer and Reader agree to be each other's platonic plus-ones all year long, only to catch real feelings along the way.

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

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one-shots

in the spotlight (spencer reid x visually impaired!reader, fluff)

do i wanna know? (spencer reid x plus size!reader, fluff) ☆

still into you (spencer reid x plus size!reader, pregnancy fluff)

prospero año y felicidad (spencer reid x luke alvez, fluff)

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christmas fics

pumpkins scream in the dead of night (spencer reid & luke alvez, fluff)

make the yule-tide gay (emily prentiss & penelope garcia, fluff)

it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah (aaron hotchner x reader, angst) ☆

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READ ON AO3

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drreidsconverse · 3 years

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Drreidsconverse’s master list!:

updated 8 april 2023

i havent published most of these yet they are chilling in my drafts waiting to be proofread

Personal shit!

—

Ivy speaks😗

—

^ - angst

! - fluff

* - authors choice

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid x reader

Fics

She’s gone?:(^*) Spencer x fem! Reader

Sneak peek

Summary: spencer and the reader relationship has been a good one up until this point.they never had a problem they only had minor fights that were stupid and irrelevant, they were soulmates. but things changed when the new girl showed up, when she spoke to hotch that morning, and when she took down unsub herself. they changed the most when everyone showed up even the new girl on her day off, but she and morgan didn’t.

Imagines

Love song: (!)- song fic (based on love song by sara bareilles) « Spencer x gn! Reader »

Summary: reader accidentally lets her secret hobby slip out, now spencer wants the reader to write him a love song.

Cue the rain:(*) - song fic « autistic! Gn!Reader », for:

Summary- reader and Spencer and reader try to navigate the weather and their budding relationship

Legally blonde:(^/!)- song fic « fem reader »

Summary- reader looks like nothing more than a pretty face, she modeled in high school, was prom queen and homecoming queen, a near perfect beauty queen, who’s an a student at Harvard? Spencer tries to talk the reader out of leaving her dream school because of one stupid teacher.

2847221 (^) « gn! Reader »

summary- I don’t even know how to describe what I wrote honestly. Spencer and jj break your head but you’ll be okay, I think..

Aaron Hotchner x reader:

Fics:

Underground:(^) 6 underground x cm « fem reader »

Summary- (y/n) left the bau a little over a year ago with an offer from the cia to be apart of an elite team ,the horsemen, but she’d have to ‘die’ to do it. And what she has with Aaron can’t leave his office, not with him still being married. (Y/n)’s dead now but why is she on Emily’s doorstep, alive and well?

Imagines

Partner?: (!pure fluff!)« gn! reader »

Summary- hotch had a partner, it was obvious, the man who never smiled had been smiling much more than normal, and Garcia was determined to get it out of him as soon as possible.

Elle Greenaway x reader:

Imagines

Intimidating(!)- elle x plus size! fem! reader,

Intimidating v2(!)- elle x fem! reader

Intimidating v3(!)- elle x male! reader

Summary- reader finds Elle beautiful yet intimidating, and has no clue how to approach her.

Speak now: (^angsty fluff!)- elle x fem! Reader,

Summary- elle isn’t the type of girl to rudely barge in on a white veil occasion, but the priest said “speak now.”

Heaven in hiding- (elle x fem! reader)

summary: Elle and (y/n) have been seeing each other in secret not wanting people to know about their relationship, at least not yet. (y/n)’s ready to tell people about her girlfriend, so is elle. But a homophobic unsub may change those plans.

Elle Greenaway x reader x Spencer Reid

Fics:

Plane rides home: (^/!) elle x gn! reader x spencer

Summary: the plane ride home was a good way for the team to get to know the newest member of the team, (y/n), elle and Spencer both take an immediate liking to the reader but does she need to choose one of them? Or should they just sleep on the plane rides home?

Penelope Garcia x reader

Head canons:

(Csi miami x criminal minds) Dating Penelope and working a case together: penny x fem! Reader

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: you’re a csi in Miami and penny works at quantico, so you don’t see each other much nor do your co workers know about your relationship, until you have to work a case together.

Derek Morgan x reader

Nothing yet!

David Rossi x reader

Nothing yet!

Jennifer “jj” jareau x reader

Nothing yet!

Luke Alvez x reader

Imagines:

Burnt cookies and Batman: (!pure fluff) « gn! reader »

Summary: Luke rarely gets a day off, so when he does they bake cookies and watch Batman

George Foyet x reader

I know I know dont judge me

Imagines:

Like a dream: (fluff/smut i think?) « fem! reader »

summary: You were a rare commodity at the hotchner house as you were away for college, but when you were there was and foyet happy to see you. You were a new face, something different, like a breath of fresh air for the reaper. His only problem with making you his, Aaron Hotchner. But he would have his something different, his breath of fresh air. You were like a dream, his own personal dream.

Matt Simmions x reader

Nothing yet!

Bau x reader:

Most of these fics could be an !x character!, it could also be a standalone fic! Ex) she’s gone will have separate character chapters and may hold alternative endings

Fics:

Now you see me:(^) (derek x fem! reader)

Summary: (y/n) resigned after 8 years at the bau, exactly six months after her brothers murder. it was a surprise to everyone when the showed up on Monday to an empty desk with handwritten notes for each of them. However derek was surprised the most, his girlfriend of three years just left them and didn’t even bother to run it by him. She dropped off the grid too, sending occasional letters and gifts to the team. Sure the murder had changed her it’d change anyone, they just didn’t know it’d change her enough to become 1 of 3 unsubs with identical killing patterns.

She’s gone?: (Spencer x fem reader):

she’s gone will have separate character chapters (detailing friendships, daily life, their side of the story, what if’s, and police reports) and may hold alternative endings ( how it ends for said character/ what changes)

Imagines:

Sherwood, Ohio in North mammon « gn! reader »: (*) (takes place in 2x7)

Summary: when (y/n) and two friends were juniors in high schools they were kidnapped, held in a cellar for nearly a week, starved, and forced to off one of their best friends. (Y/n) never mentioned it, and no one but Gideon and Hotch knew of the gruesome events. (Y/n) had blocked the events from memory as they were to traumatic for the brain to process. But now the team is working a case that feels as if (y/n) is reliving the situation.

These are alternative endings for: Sherwood, OH in north mammon

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « derek x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « jj x reader »

Sherwood, OH in north mammon « hotch x reader »

Headcanons

Family dinner at Rossi’s: « gn! reader »

Summary- as the title suggests

Garcia and the wap song: « gn! reader »

Summary: Garcia calls morgan, morgan puts the phone on speaker and doesn’t tell penny, penny starts reciting the lyrics to wap by Megan these stallion and cardi b.

Marvel

imagines:

Star crossed: dark! druig x reader

Scream

imagines

head cannons

dating billy and stu

miscellaneous

ben hardy x fem!reader

manhattan

summary: he can have Manhattan, cause she can't have him.

(A/N): want to be added to my tag list? Just send me a message or reply or who or what fic!

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merakiaes · 4 years

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WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog.

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work.

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

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butsomeofusarelookingatthestars · 7 years

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Could u pls write something about dating Luke whilst he's still in the rangers??? I've read all ur other ones and I just need more 😭😭

So, this one is a little different, but I hope you like it! Apparently, I’m just on a Roxy binge recently

Canine Comfort

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Description: Luke comes home on leave and introduces you to his new friend, Roxy. You’re surprised to discover that she isn’t what you expected.

Luke barely had time to react as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. He was finally home…at least for a while.

You had been waiting for the day when he finally got his army leave ever since he had left for Iraq. The hurried phone calls and periodic letters just weren’t enough, you had to see him again.

Him joining the 75th Ranger Regiment had been hard on the both of you. Not only did you have the long distance to contend with, but the terrible worry that he would be hurt plagued your mind constantly. Having him back in your arms was everything you had hoped for.

You breathed in his familiar scent, laughing softly as his arms wrapped around your waist to pick you up with ease. He spun you around wildly, chuckling as your giggles filled the room. Before gently setting you back down to plant an eager kiss on your lips, sighing happily as you melted into his touch.

A loud whine caused you to pull away in confusion. Luke grinned at your bewildered expression, taking your hand in his as he glanced down at the companion he had brought home with him.

You gasped loudly as your eyes fell upon the large fluffy dog stationed at his feet, eyeing you with curiosity. In your excitement to greet Luke, you hadn’t even realised its presence.

“Y/N, this is Roxy.” Luke introduced you, before erupting with laughter at the sudden realisation on your face.

“This is Roxy? I thought she was another soldier.” You scoffed, playfully smacking his chest in mock outrage.

Luke had constantly spoken about the mysterious Roxy to you and how much she had helped him settle into Iraq. The knowing grin on his face as you tried to hide your jealousy suddenly made sense.

“She’s gorgeous.” You murmured as she sniffed interestedly at you. But, you didn’t make a move to stroke her – a little intimidated by her size and the fact she was a military dog. Luke smiled softly down at you, sensing your slight apprehension. He squeezed your hand reassuringly before he crouched down, slowly leading you to Roxy.

“She’s a sweet dog.” He told you gently, nodding in encouragement as you reached out a hesitant hand. Roxy seemed to sense your nervousness and edged forward to lick your hand affectionately, as if trying to confirm Luke’s words.

Your lips curved into a small smile as she moved closer, brushing herself against your hand as if to demand your attention.

“She’s adorable.” You whispered as you welcomed her into your arms, stroking her soft fur soothingly. Luke smiled as he watched the two of you together, the scene was adorable.

Roxy had helped him some of the worst experiences of his life, so you being able to bond with her was quite touching. That had been the reason he had brought her home to meet you. Plus, he had been thinking more and more about the future, about his life after the rangers, and he had some things to consider.

He hoped you would understand.

You woke up startled as Luke tossed next to you, his arms flailing as he panted heavily. He was having a bad dream.

“Luke?” You croaked, your voice heavy with sleep as you tried to wake him. “Luke?” Fear had crept into your tone as you watched him start to mutter to himself, his head rolling as he battled through his nightmares.

You were terrified, too scared to touch him in case you distressed him even further. Then, you heard the door creak open and the patter of paws approaching the bed. Your cries had apparently woken up Roxy who had been sleeping outside in the hall.

She nudged Luke’s arm gently, gently grazing her teeth against his hand to pull him from his inner terror. Luke bolted upright, a thin sheen of sweat covering him as he struggled to catch his breath. You could practically hear his heart racing as he clutched his face in despair.

“Luke?” You asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on his arm to try to comfort him.

He tensed under your touch, refusing to meet your eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He murmured shakily, nervously running a hand through his dark curls. “Just go back to sleep. I- I’m fine.” His voice wavered as a stray tear dripped down his cheek. He wiped it away furiously in the hope that you hadn’t seen it.

“It’s okay Luke.” You told him firmly, squeezing his arm reassuringly. A moment of silence passed between the two of you, before he collapsed into your arms. All you could do was murmur soothing reassurances that he was safe as you stroked his hair, tracing delicate patterns across his skin in an effort to calm his shaking form.

You knew he wouldn’t talk to you. He never had spoken to you about his experiences in the rangers. He didn’t feel like could. How could he tell you about the sights he had seen? The horrors he had witnessed?

It was his burden alone to carry…or at least that’s what he had told himself. He couldn’t bring himself to trouble you with the nightmares he faced and he had hoped that once he was back home with you he would be able to forget all about the past.

But, the horrors still haunted him.

It hurt to see him suffering like this, unable to help him through the pain. You knew he was physically exhausted and mentally drained. The ranger regiment was designed specifically to push recruits to their limits and past their breaking points. Although, you hadn’t imagined it breaking him down like this.

A small whimper caught your attention. You glanced down to see Roxy looking up pleadingly at the two of you, wondering what on earth was causing you so much distress. She jumped up onto the bed, curling up beside you and laying her head on Luke’s leg.

She seemed to know that her owner needed her comfort right now, licking his skin affectionately to try to calm him down. Her presence seemed to console him, Luke entangling a hand in her soft fur as his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat finally began to ease.

You knew it wouldn’t be long until he had completed his tour and he had already voiced his thoughts about leaving the regiment soon. So, in that moment you decided that you had to do something. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, Luke needed help and you knew exactly what to do as you watched him and Roxy together.

He needed her.

You couldn’t stop the nightmares, but you could make sure he had all the help he needed to fight them.

Only a few days later, you would present him with all the documentation and paperwork awaiting his signature for the adoption of a military dog. It hadn’t been easy, but with a proud history of service like Luke’s his superiors had been convinced to allow Roxy to retire her services alongside her handler.

They would both be coming home for good soon.

#criminal minds #luke alvez #criminal minds imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagine #requests

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 months

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# — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐙 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

series!

to be written!

mini series!

to be written!

oneshots!

to be written!

drabbles!

to be written!

head canons!

to be written!

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#luke alvez masterlist #luke alvez x plus size reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #smut #fluff #angst

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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♫ ― 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

aaron hotchner

spencer reid (2)

derek morgan

luke alvez

matt simmons

penelope garcia

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

tara lewis

elle greenaway

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#criminal minds masterlist #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #luke alvez #matt simmons #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #tara lewis #elle greenaway #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x fem reader #wlw fanfiction #lgbtq

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thelukesalvez · 3 years

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Luke Alvez x Reader: What You Deserve

Request: @allexthakatt : "I just LOVE your writing!!! Could I possibly get a ✨plus size✨ reader x luke? Maybe reader is comparing herself to JJ or Emily and just isn't feeling herself?? Oh and Luke isn't her bf YET. he's just like pining for her but she's so caught up in her insecurities to notice? Fluffy end?! Thx bby I love you!!! 😘"

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @lcvischmitt , @ogmilkis , @goldenalvez , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016 , @yourwonderbelle , @rachelxwayne , @sc4rletw1tch , @moreidultrastan , @ellvswriting

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: none

A/N: i literally know luke would be all about a plus sized queen ugh im soffffttttt. Thanks for the cute prompt- enjoy!!